American Crime Story (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Conspiracy Theories - full transcript

The infamous live fitting of the gloves is contemplated as both the defense and the prosecution face obstacles in and out of the courtroom.

Morning, Gil.

Gil?

We've barely recovered
from the Rodney King riots...

of two years ago,
and now you and Johnnie...

are standing in a
goddamn pool of gasoline...

playing with matches;
it's all gonna happen again.

It's gonna be on you.

Gil, it's me, Bob.

You know who's pushing this; it's Johnnie.

Enjoy your legacy, Bob.

Bob.
Excuse me.

Mr. Shapiro. Mr. Shapiro.

Questioning Mark Fuhrman
about the use of the 'N' word......

is it based on something you know...

or just your views
of the LAPD in general?

Look, I...

Let me just state this.

Uh, I think that the-the LAPD
is a terrific organization.

I-I think that there's
just a few bad apples.

Unbelievable.

Good morning.

Love the hair.

Please don't ever mention my hair again.

Got it.
Ever.

And within hours...

of the killings,
you had my client in handcuffs.

So what I'm trying...

to get a sense of is
this rush to judgment,

and how in a few short hours,

these detectives closed up shop...

on a complex investigation...

that could have gone
any different direction.

And it might sound like Cochran is fishing,

but he understands what we have to do:

present alternative theories
that do not include your client.

It's not enough to just
plead your client's innocence.

You need to provide a narrative.

And not just in the courtroom,
in the world.

Do you feel that you've turned over...

every possible rock in search
for the real killer in this case...

before rushing...
to charge my client?

I do.

Look what
the culture is becoming.

The media, people...
they want narrative, too.

But they want it to be entertainment.

And what's out in the world...

osmoses back into that
courtroom, sequester be damned.

If there's gonna be a media circus,

you better well be the ringmaster.

Yes.

Yes. This could work.

Then tell the court, please,

why you refuse to investigate
any other possible suspects?

Objection.

Asked and answered.

Argumentative.

Sustained.

Mr. Cochran, please refrain
from badgering the witness.

Yes, Your Honor.

♪ ♪

Detective Lange...

is it possible that these...

murders could be drug-related?

Objection.

Sustained.

You're being a little vague, counsel.

Detective, have you ever
heard of a Colombian necktie?

A what?

No.

Really?

It's a well-known technique...

employed by drug gangs.

They slash a person's throat so viciously,

they almost remove the victim's head.

Oh, my God.

Sorry about the Colombian necktie thing.

I hadn't ever heard of it.

You're kidding me, Tom.

You didn't know...

that Mezzaluna was
a cleverly-disguised front...

for the gatherings of cocaine kingpins?

That Faye Resnick owed them money...

on some deal she was mixed up in?

And these Scarfaces decided to
scare her by killing Nicole?

How could you not know...

there's a major drug cartel...

being run out of a B-minus.

Brentwood eatery,
right under your nose?

It's just desperate flailing.

I hope they keep that kind of
unsubstantiated bullshit up.

I don't.

Look, it's all stupid,

but it lands. I saw the jury.

There are theories everywhere,

and everyone loves to hear them,
talk about them.

So when the defense comes in
with something exotic,

it makes the jury sit up and listen,

instead of playing
tic-tac-toe with themselves.

Or flat-out fall asleep.

I mean, we have hard evidence,
and they razzle-dazzle...

a bunch of conspiracy nonsense
into big moments.

Now, we need to make
our own big moments...

that land with the jury.

That is how we beat the nonsense.

Now, can we focus on that?

Okay. Yeah.

Sure. We'll see what we can find.

Please. Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Did I hijack the meeting?

No, no. That's okay.

I liked it.

Johnnie...

why do you think there hasn't been...

a realistic theory about who did it?

Or any evidence?

I mean, I know... I know
it's what we're saying,

but I have trouble with
the blood in the Bronco.

That Fuhrman, or anyone,
planted all of it...

O.J.'s, Nicole's and Goldman's?

Bobby, we don't have
the whole police force...

out there chasing leads.

W-We got to be patient.

The truth will find us.

It always does.

There's something on the TV.

I think you better see it.

Can't you record it?

Johnnie, Barbara is on A Current Affair.

With Patricia.
Both of them.

Oh.

Patricia,
you took Johnnie's name,

even though he never married you.

Guys, guys, guys.

Well, it seemed unfair
for our boy, Johnnie Jr.,

not to have his own father's name.

Barbara, were you aware
of Johnnie's double life?

Maybe unconsciously.

I loved him too much to acknowledge it.

He must have been
under a lot of pressure,

running back and forth
between two households.

Oh, Johnnie makes it
all look easy.

He's the smoothest man in L.A.

Maybe so, but, Barbara,
court records tell us...

that Johnnie assaulted you on...

Who the hell's behind this?

It's the D.A.'s Office.

It's the...

It's Sh-Shapiro.

Fuck.

There.

That's what's left of Nicole.

Uh, thank you, Denise.

Are you helping my daddy find
the man who hurt my mommy?

Uh...

Yeah. Yes, that's right.

Um... your daddy's busy
working on other things today.

Come on. Let's let them get to work, okay?

Go on. Open it.

'Visa card number two,
1989 to 1990.'

Okay.

I give up.

- Nicole bought the gloves.
- Our gloves.

Aris Isotoner,
model number 70263.

In the United States,
the only place that sold them...

was Bloomingdale's in New York.

Of all the 70263's, only
300 pairs were extra large.

Bloomingdale's sold 200 of those.

On December 18, 1990,

Nicole walked into that store...

and bought two pairs of our gloves.

What?
Holy shit.

Right?

There we go.

This is it.

This is not a story.

This is cold, hard proof.

The gloves.

The gloves are our conviction.

What are you doing here?
Waiting for Johnnie.

I can't wait to see this.

Johnnie.

Johnnie, talk to us about
this double life of yours.

Did you beat Barbara?

Do you beat Dale, Johnnie?

I am not here to discuss old gossip.

What I care about is this trial,
in which there are...

two dead people and
an innocent man being framed.

You all should be...

ashamed of yourselves.

Excuse me.
Thank you.

He's made of goddamn Teflon.

I need a vacation.

Like, now.

What?

Uh, I'm driving up to Oakland this weekend.

Hmm.

My best friend... childhood
friend, it's his birthday.

It's not a big thing,
just getting together at a bar...

for some drinks,
stay the night, but, uh...

you want to, you know,
come along?

The drive up......

it always unwinds me and, uh...

You know, or not.

You're probably busy.

Gordon has the kids this weekend.

You know what?

Hell, yes.

Yes. Count me in.

All right.

Hmm....

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

What do you have on your lapel?

It is a police solidarity pin.

What the hell do you have
that on for? Take that off.

I am trying to mitigate some
of the damage that you're doing.

'Damage?'

Damage to what?

Your cozy relationship
with Garcetti and the LAPD?

What is happening?
Bob's lapel.

LAPD Solidarity Pin.

Well, I hope...

you got the brains...

to take it off in front of the cameras.

You are hardly in a position to tell me...

what's acceptable or not on television.

It was Shapiro who planted the story.

I know it.

I'm gonna find out how he
did it, and when I do...

Oh.

There's gonna be hell to pay.

But it was him.
Hmm.

So, it was Bob Shapiro
who made you live a double life...

while you were married with Barbara?

I shut the press right down today, baby.

You'll never hear another word about it.

I handled it.

Baby, you knew all that
about me when we got married.

Yeah, I knew it, Johnnie,
but my friends didn't.

Uh...
My family didn't.

My pastor didn't, Johnnie.
Baby, I'll find out...

I'll find out what happened,
I'll find out who did this...

Nobody did this.

There is no conspiracy, Johnnie.

You cannot fix it.

Unless you have a time machine
I don't know anything about.

All your stuff with Barbara,

all of it is in court records, Johnnie.

You made the world your stage.

You wanted the attention...

now you got it.

Now you got it.

- Good morning.
- Bob.

Thanks for coming early.
Of course.

Close that door.

What's up?

This discovery
from the DA about the glove.

They have receipts
of Nicole purchasing them.

Did you read this?
Yeah.

Yeah, but they're not
necessarily the gloves.

Bobby, please, you have
to help me talk again,

to everyone, about a plea.

If we go in there with this glove thing,

they will absolutely kill us.

And once it's done, we'll have
no chance to cut a deal.

Look, just talk to Johnnie, all right?

I think making a deal is crazy.

Bobby, there...

The reason I'm talking to you...

is that you may have
a personal stake in this.

Why?

Well, the bag.
What bag?

O.J.'s bag that you maybe disposed of...

with the murder weapon.

That-that I what?
There's-there's video.

There's video of you walking
out of Rockingham with it.

Wait. Wait. Wait. That...

that's O.J.'s garment
bag that he gave to me...

to take to my house before
he came to stay with me.

Oh. Wait, wait.

For the sake of both of us,

please don't continue to tell me any more.

No, wait a minute. No...
If you do...

have possession of the weapon,
and you decided...

to suddenly turn it in,
I don't know.

I guess at most, it would be
accessory after the fact.

You'd get five years,
out in two.

Uh, but I don't know
if we could convince them...

that you didn't know it was in the bag.

I-I think that...
I don't know. Maybe.

But what the f...?
What are you doing?

Hup, hup.

Please, please, no more talking.

This-this is starting
to be a conflict of interest.

Gentlemen...

We ready?

Um, something's...

Something's come up,
and I've got to go.

I'll catch up with you later.

What's with him?

Possible developments.

Anything...

you care to share, Bob?
No.

No, not at this time.

Shall we?

So that's it, huh?

Nobody ever asked about it?

No, it's just sat here the whole time.

I didn't want to open it alone.

You're the...
you're the only one...

who goes back all the way
with us, so, I-I thought...

You did the right thing, Bobby.

You want me to open it?

♪ ♪...

Ooh, I knew it.

I knew it.

I knew there was nothing
funky in that bag, Bobby.

He didn't do it.

You see that, right?

There's even more proof he didn't do it.

Who do you think did do it?

You know, my kids...

At school, the other kids...
they-they tease Bobby,

tell him his dad's...

Hey.

It's a tough time right now.

I... I know it's hard to
be strong, but, Bobby,

you got to stick in there.

No. You-you don't understand. I'm...

I'm really struggling.

I'm really struggling here, A.C.

Even when it seems everybody
else has stopped working...

to figure out who did it, I...

I keep going over everything,
again and again.

Everything I know about Nicole,

everything I can learn about Ron Goldman.

I mean, there's never been
more information,

more-more media coverage,
more detectives,

more... even the kooks......

all about one thing,
one crime, ever.

Ever.

And there's...

just... nothing.

No other suspect?

No other answer?

There's nothing else.

Nothing else?

Nothing else but what?

I didn't mean it like that.

Good.

Everything all right?

So late.

Where is everyone?

Ah. I see.

Quality time then.

Where's your 'I Love Cops' pin?

That was just a political
positioning, if you will.

What are you up to, Bob?

Why you be half-stepping?

I don't know what that means.

Why you keep trying
to undermine Johnnie?

Hmm?

Crossing the quarterback
all the time now? I see it.

Everybody sees it.

It's palpable.

So I'll ask you again, Bob.

What the hell are you up to?

Okay, well, Johnnie and I
have our differences,

and we're clearing them up.

But I'm glad, I'm-I'm very glad
that we're discussing this,

because, O.J., I think...

that this whole wild
LAPD conspiracy theory...

is going to backfire on us.

Bob. You were the one...

that came up with this idea.
No, no, no, I didn't.

I came up with a 'bad apple' idea.

No.

But Johnnie, John...
No. No.

It was your play.

You were the first one to use...

the word 'conspiracy.'

You were the one that said...

no one but Johnnie could make this work.

You teed this whole damn thing up, man.

So I don't want to hear no
bullshit in the third quarter.

You hear me?
Okay.

You can say what you want,
you can yell all night,

but everything I do out there
is for your best interest.

It's what I do.

It's my agenda for you.

And if you recall correctly, it is why...

you came to me first.

Guard.

You better think hard and fast...

about whether or not you want
to be on this team,

'cause if you keep this bullshit up...

there won't be no room here for you.

I know you heard that.

Don't stop now, baby.

Let's twist some more.

Yo, Chris.

We're over here.

What up, Byron?

Happy birthday.

You made it, boy.

Good to see you.

Oh, guys, this is Marcia.

Marcia, this is 'guys.'

Byron, the birthday boy; Darrell...

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Moses, Philly, Rick.

Oh. For you, man.

Oh, what's this?
A little gift? Yup.

Oh.

No. No.

I ain't never gonna wear this.

Look at this.

Why not? It's 100%...

cotton, and it might help you
out of a traffic ticket.

Oh. She got jokes, huh?

Huh?

So...

is this an AA meeting,

or is someone gonna buy me a drink?

Allow me. Allow me.

Handle that, boy.

Get it. Get it.

Come on.
Come on.

Everybody, to my main man
Byron... happy birthday.

Happy birthday.
Mm.

Mm.
Ah.

Now, I'm not saying that he did it...

Darrell. Darrell, we had a rule.

First one who mentions
that goddamn case drinks.

Fine by me.

Mm.

I'm not saying that he did it.

The jury's still out.

Yeah, that is right.

But I heard he was
making some TV show...

about Navy SEALS or some shit...

where he was trained...

to kill.
Yeah, yeah. Frogmen.

Yeah. That's it.

They showed him
all these kinds of techniques,

how to sneak around...

and kill people with knives.

Ex...

Oh.
Cut throats and...

slash their legs, all that.

Why aren't you talking about that in court?

Because the jury would be able...

to separate from TV and real life.

Look, we're strong enough
without that kind of crap.

The cops framed his ass, anyway.

Mm.

Mm-hmm.
Is that right, Byron?

Oh, no. You're own your own now, brother.

No, no. Come on, come
on, come on, come on.

What's your theory?

Well, I think that cracker cop
planted that glove.

And they all did what they had to do...

to prove that O.J. did it.

That's what I think.

Hmm.

Okay.

Here's the crime scene, Bundy.

Here's O.J.'s house.

Okay. Furhman made up his mind
at Bundy that Simpson did it.

Even though he had no idea...

if O.J. had an iron-clad alibi
that would then ruin.

Furhman's career and land him in jail.

Fuhrman takes the glove at Bundy,

makes sure it has Goldman
and Nicole's DNA on it,

jumps in the car with the other detectives,

heads to Rockingham with it,

where he gets into the Bronco, somehow,

getting all that evidence in it, including.

Simpson's blood.

Right.
Even though...

the police didn't have.

Simpson's blood until the next day.

Mm, mm, mm.

Then he goes over...

the wall,

plants the glove behind Kato's room.

Then,

with the help of the rest
of his super-secret...

cabal of O.J. -hating racist cops,

he starts getting everything just so,

just where it needs to be......

Nicole and Ron...

and O.J.'s blood into O.J.'s bedroom.

O.J.'s blood back to Bundy.

Oh, and O.J.'s Bronco's fibers
back to Bundy, too.

Oh, and they don't forget to get rid...

of the real killer's blood from
the back gate... no, no, no......

and replace it with O.J.'s blood.

Then O.J.'s...

sock... they get that back to
Bundy to pick up all the blood,

and then get that sucker
right back to Rockingham, too.

These guys are a well-oiled
conspiracy machine, after all.

All this, during a time
when everyone involved is...

under the most relentless media
scrutiny in American history.

And all this...

for an unknown killer.

Maybe.

No.

No.

Man, you're good.

You're real good.

When this is all over, you
should go to work for Johnnie.

Oh.
Both of you.

Yeah, yeah. Ha, ha. Very funny.

This round is on me.

Yo.
Hmm.

She is a trip.

You got schooled, both of you.

Mm-hmm.

Tonight's the night, player.

Out of town.

Her kids are at home.

Y'all been drinkin' a little bit.

She's my co-worker.
That's all.

Mm-hmm. Look,

you ever thought
about making that happen,

tonight's the night.

Yes, sir.

I'm just saying.

♪ Pain in my heart ♪...

♪ Stop this little pain in my heart ♪...

♪ Stop this little
pain in my heart... ♪...

Oh.

Oh, no.
Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Well, I am coming back here next
weekend, with or without you.

Well, my friends might prefer it that way.

Mm-hmm.

This is me.

This... 311?

Yeah, 311.
Yeah.

Uh...

Well...

Good night.

Good night, Darden.

Uh...

Hey, Big Time, got you a coffee.

Had one already.

Oh, no, just leave that open. Thanks.

Listen...

I've been thinking.
Mm-hmm.

I think you and I should just go for it.

And what does that mean?

Let's make O.J.
put on those gloves.

We need a big one.

Big moment, right?

We talked about this before.

And I decided...

that it's not a good idea, at all,

and not the right time,
if it were.

But today's the glove testimony.

It's the only time.

Come on, we got to get down there.

The idea of O.J.
just standing there,

in front of the cameras and the
jury, wearing those gloves...

Chris, come on.

We're going downstairs
to get our conviction today.

We have his gloves with all the DNA,

everybody's blood,
the fibers, all of it.

We have a receipt
that proves he owned them.

We're done.
We've been dealt...

a king and a ten.
I don't know why...

you want to ask the
dealer for another card.

Because I know it's an ace.

No, you don't.

You turn over control of a demonstration...

to the opponent, you don't know...

what's going to happen.

And certainly not to the defendant himself.

Okay?

Come on, let's go.

Do you think...

there's any way that these
two gloves could not be a pair?

I'd have to say it would
be virtually impossible.

All right, at this time,

we will take a 15-minute recess.

Hello, Mike.

Bob.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Are any of you interested...

in something other
than a conspiracy theory?

Some real,
demonstrable evidence?

A little bit of real lawyering?

Those gloves are too small.

Yes, Bob.
I tried the glove on in there...

myself. It didn't fit. It will...

never fit him. I think we should
have him try it on in court.

I think it's a terrible idea.
What if it doesn't work?

You don't make a play in there
if you don't know the outcome.

I know the outcome.

My hand is bigger than Bob's.
Put me in, Coach.

So, saying we wanted to,

how do we present it?

We don't.

We get them to present it.

Hmm.

Marcia, they're glazing over,

and we got to get up and take it back.

Chris...

no way. Enough.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

Marcia, I...?
Let me be clear.

This is my case.

You work for me here.

And when I say drop it,
you drop it.

Are we clear?
Are you seriously...

saying that to me?

You're making me say it....

I...

You, sir, have the balls
of a stud field mouse.

What did you just say to me?

If you don't ask him to
try on the gloves, I will.

All rise.

All right, you may be seated.

And these gloves,

the ones you've brought today,
these would fit...

the wearer just as the ones here...

in evidence would,
is that correct?

Your Honor...

sidebar.

Counsel, approach the bench.

Your Honor, I see where this is going,

and I'm not having it.
And where is that, Counselor?

There'll be no demonstrations
involving my client.

If Mr. Simpson chooses to testify,

and we want to have him try on
the actual gloves in evidence,

that's one thing. Further,

I submit the timing is
inappropriate, Your Honor.

Is that right, Johnnie?

That's right.
For who?

Opposing counsel hasn't asked...

for anything of the kind,
Mr. Cochran.

Your Honor, they just tried...

to bring these ringer gloves in here.

And they seem to be overly...

concerned about what

I might or might not want to do
before I've even done it.

He can ask for whatever
he wants to ask for,

Mr. Cochran. You can object
if you want to object.

Now let's proceed.

Your Honor,

at this time,
the People would ask...

that Mr. Simpson step forward
and try on the gloves...

recovered from Bundy and Rockingham.

We have no objection,
Your Honor.

♪ ♪...

Mr. Simpson,

please approach the jury.

These gloves are too small.

Too tight. They won't fit.

Can Mr. Simpson please
straighten his fingers?

Can we ask that he make a fist?

With his right hand.

Can we ask that he...

grasp an object with his hand?

A... a marker, perhaps?

Objection, Your Honor.

Sustained.

Have we seen enough, Your Honor?

Mr. Darden?

Thank you.

No, your Honor. I have nothing.

I have nothing further.

He was...

making them not fit.

I mean, you saw what he was doing.

And he had the gloves under the...

He kept his fingers stiff.

He was acting, he was just...

♪ ♪...

Hello. You've reached...

the Goldman residence.

Please leave your message,
and we will return your call.

Fred, uh, it's Chris Darden.

I'm...

sorry about what happened today.

I am sorry.

But it's not over yet.

We'll come back from this.

We will.

Uh... okay.

You know, call me any time.

Bye.

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Uh...

Hey, Big Time, got you a coffee.

Had one already.

Oh, no, just leave that open. Thanks.

Listen...

I've been thinking.
Mm-hmm.

I think you and I should just go for it.

And what does that mean?

Let's make O.J.
put on those gloves.

We need a big one.

Big moment, right?

We talked about this before.

And I decided...

that it's not a good idea, at all,

and not the right time,
if it were.

But today's the glove testimony.

It's the only time.

Come on, we got to get down there.

The idea of O.J.
just standing there,

in front of the cameras and the
jury, wearing those gloves...

Chris, come on.

We're going downstairs
to get our conviction today.

We have his gloves with all the DNA,

everybody's blood,
the fibers, all of it.

We have a receipt
that proves he owned them.

We're done.
We've been dealt...

a king and a ten.
I don't know why...

you want to ask the
dealer for another card.

Because I know it's an ace.

No, you don't.

You turn over control of a demonstration...

to the opponent, you don't know...

what's going to happen.

And certainly not to the defendant himself.

Okay?

Come on, let's go.

Do you think...

there's any way that these
two gloves could not be a pair?

I'd have to say it would
be virtually impossible.

All right, at this time,

we will take a 15-minute recess.

Hello, Mike.

Bob.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Are any of you interested...

in something other
than a conspiracy theory?

Some real,
demonstrable evidence?

A little bit of real lawyering?

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