American Crime Story (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - A Jury in Jail - full transcript
Months into the trial, cut off from their families, society and the media, the jurors grow stir crazy and start becoming unlikely targets for the prosecution and the defense. Meanwhile, the country gets an introduction to the science of DNA evidence.
(silenced gunshots)
ANNOUNCER: The Americans.
All new,
Wednesdays at 10:00 on FX.
ANNOUNCER: FX presents
The People v. O.J. Simpson.
Now listen up, all of you.
When you're supposed
to be at chow by 7:00 p.m.,
that means 7:00 p.m.
Not 7:05, not 7:09.
Who the hell is you
supposed to be?
Where's Deputy Adam?
Ma'am, please check
the tone of your voice
before I have to arrest you.
No, you need to check your tone.
We ain't in prison.
Where is Dep...?
Oh, there he is.
Yeah, there.
(indistinct clamoring
for Deputy Adam)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
One at a time!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Some of them are late.
ADAM: It's only five past,
and it's dinner.
They've had a long day,
it's fine.
Let me just have
a word with them.
You guys, listen, I am sorry,
but we've been rotated out,
all of us.
Why?
I don't really know.
Why do we never know
why anything happens?
We were supposed to be here
for two months.
It's been eight months!
I mean, this is like
some psychologic
experimental torture
or something!
Eight months locked up
in a hotel with no TV
and no magazines!
I am going crazy.
I'm going crazy!
I mean, I see my wife
once a week. I can't drink!
I can't talk to nobody!
We can't talk about this case.
I don't know what you bitching
and moaning about, Lionel.
Everybody knows that you
ain't got nothing going on
in the real world no way.
What did you say?!
I will smack the taste
out of your mouth.
(indistinct angry chattering)
Please! Please, that's enough!
Let's just settle down.
For me. Please.
TRACY: I don't even
want to eat anymore.
I've lost my appetite.
I've got to get out of here!
Let him get on out. Run.
Thank you.
MAN:
How you doing, brother?
Wow, I've never been
in a hotel this nice before.
Hell, I'd take a Motel 6
as long as I can get away
from the wife
for a couple of weeks.
Amen, brother.
I'm-a raid the
minibar, sit back
and watch my Niners
in the Super Bowl.
This is
the Super Bowl, man.
And we get
to pick the winner.
FRANCINE:
You know something I don't?
Looks like you think we're
gonna be here a while.
(chuckles)
No, I just want
to look professional
when I go to court.
I'm an alternate.
I could probably wear
my pj's and nobody'd care.
Hmm.
(chuckles)
Ah, yeah.
(grunting)
Some TV.
Oh, boy.
See what's on.
What the...?
Sir! Stop!
Swimming pool's off-limits!
(pounding on door)
Please report to Conference
Room 4 in six minutes, 230.
Okay, I'll...
And that will be reviewed
and returned to you
if appropriate.
ADAM:
Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
listen up.
This sequester has
very simple rules.
You're not to talk
about the case with anyone.
That includes each other.
You're not to talk
to the other hotel guests
at any time, for any reason.
Once in the hotel,
you will not be permitted
to leave your floor.
You're not allowed in another
juror's room for any reason.
Deputies will be on duty
in the halls and elsewhere
to supervise you at all times.
CLERK: Do you and each of you
understand and agree
that you will well and truly try
the cause now pending
before this court
and a true verdict render
according only to the evidence
presented to you
and to the instructions
of the court, so help you God?
JURORS:
I do.
You may be seated.
Since day one, we've had four
out-and-out "not guilties"
in Speed, En Vogue,
Easter Island and Queen Bee.
JOHNNIE:
After those gloves,
I looked in my sweet
jurors' eyes, and I said,
♪ Ooh, child, things
are gonna get easier. ♪
But now we're going
for acquittal,
and it's all
because of you, Bob!
Yes.
Ah, thanks,
Johnnie.
Thank you.
But, honestly, I can't
believe they went for it.
I mean, to make that mistake on
the biggest case of their lives.
Uh, to our team.
To our team!
Yes.
ALL:
Cheers.
The most colossal disaster
I've ever seen
in courtroom practice,
and it's ours, it's all ours.
We will rally.
We still have the DNA
and the forensic evidence.
That is our silver bullet.
Nobody understands
goddamn DNA, Marcia!
But everyone can tell when
a goddamn glove doesn't fit
on a goddamn hand!
(door slams)
They did fit.
(sighs)
It was the latex.
Get out.
WOMAN:
Okay,
so we've received
a few complaints
about talking during TV time.
If you have something to say,
please try to keep
your voice down
and your comments
and laughter to a minimum.
(indistinct chatter)
Speaking of,
Blockbuster sent over
a fresh batch of VHSes today.
Hey, did they send Martin?
Martin, that's my show.
Man, don't nobody want
to watch that clown.
He's a comedian,
he's supposed to be funny.
Didn't you hear the woman
say we can't laugh?
I'll laugh
if I want to.
I wouldn't mind
an episode of Seinfeld.
What is a "Seinfeld"?
It's a TV show.
I never heard of it.
Seinfeld is a much better show.
Man, Seinfeld ain't
about nothing.
We'll be watching
Seinfeld.
(angry chattering)
I'm just making a decision here
instead of listening
to you people argue.
What do you mean
"you people"?
Oh, no, don't start
that crap with me, pal.
I'm part American Indian.
You need to bounce up
out of here with that bull.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, you guys.
Come on, I'm sure we can find
something we all want to watch.
Look, why don't we
just take a vote?
Well, that's a great idea.
Thank you, Armanda.
Who votes Martin?
Oh, hey!
Duh.
Oh!
What I'm talking about.
Now if you want
to watch Seinfeld.
(man hums bass line)
(man laughs)
Martin it is.
♪ Martin, Martin... ♪
You so crazy.
♪ Martin. ♪
(laughter)
O.J.: And then he has
to apologize to the chimpanzee.
(chuckling)
What?
I'm telling you, they got to
give that Kramer his own show.
All right,
you're up.
I'll check.
The Juice is loose, y'all.
I'm all in.
I fold.
Oh, don't be
that way, Todd.
Come on, Bobby B.
I'm out.
It's too rich.
Really?
Oh, well, that's too bad,
'cause... I got nothing!
Oh, you bastard.
(O.J. laughs)
On a roll, Juice.
Got that right.
Tell somebody.
Tell a friend.
Man.
You know, playing cards
with y'all like this...
Ah, you mean "consulting
with your material witnesses."
O.J.: Ooh!
Thank you.
Well, almost feels
like I'm back home,
just for a minute, you know?
You know, after
that glove thing,
they should just call off
the rest of this trial.
What are they throwing
at you tomorrow?
DNA.
Whatever that is.
(laughing)
So, again,
the four pieces to DNA
are adenine, thymine,
guanine and cytosine,
abbreviated by their first
letters: A, T, G and C.
They also come in pairs.
Now, the non-Watson Crick
base pairing
is what really
gets interesting.
It, uh...
Mr. Fung, while all this
can seem complicated
to a non-scientist, the results
are astoundingly accurate
in terms of matching a suspect
to tiny traces that have been
left behind. Would you agree?
Oh, certainly.
The matching process
is many, many times more
accurate than a fingerprint.
"Many, many times more accurate
than a fingerprint."
And what were the results
of the blood analysis
from the Bundy crime scene?
Well, the RFLP pattern
from item 47 shows us that...
MARCIA:
Oh, let me rephrase.
Other than the two victims,
did this incredibly precise
DNA matching show
anyone else's blood and DNA
at the scene of the murders?
It did, uh, just one individual.
And does this same DNA match
the blood you found
on the back gate at Bundy?
Yes, it does.
And does it match
the blood you found
inside Mr. Simpson's Bronco?
Yes, it's all
from the same individual.
And does it match the DNA
and the blood you found
leading up
to Mr. Simpson's house
and on the sock
at the foot of his bed?
Yes, it's all from the same
individual's DNA profile.
Could it be anyone else's DNA?
That blood has a particular
set of characteristics
that could only occur
approximately in one
in 170 million individuals.
One person...
in 170 million.
Is that one person
who matches all that DNA
in this courtroom today?
Yes, he is.
Could you please point him out
for the jury?
Let the record show
that Mr. Fung is pointing
to the defendant,
Mr. Orenthal James Simpson.
(groans)
Where is everybody?
Todd said he had
to work late.
Spencer said his kids had
a tennis match or something.
Ugh.
And that's more important
than poker night? Shit.
I think it's...
I... I think it's the DNA.
I think maybe they're
having trouble wrapping
their minds around
the, uh, the numbers.
You know, it... it raises
some questions.
What questions? They know me.
I think... I mean, well...
one thing they were wondering
is-is about Nicole's blood.
How it got in your Bronco.
How the hell do I know?
How the hell do
I know, Bobby?
The police.
Faye's Colombian friends.
I don't know.
Yeah, but it's everywhere.
(sighs)
Nicole's house,
the Bronco,
your driveway,
your socks.
It...
And this is them asking?
Yeah.
This is them asking.
MAN:
I just want to go home.
Ladies, gentlemen,
there's been
another postponement.
(jurors groaning, murmuring)
I know, I know,
believe me,
believe me--
I'm in the same boat as you.
I'm working on two hours sleep.
Deputy Adam,
you need to find
more time for
your family.
How are Christine and the baby?
How are they doing?
She's great.
Yeah?
Christine's complaining
about baby weight,
but I think she's beautiful.
Look at that--
she's beautiful.
Thank you.
Knox.
Judge Ito needs to see you
in his chambers.
WOMAN:
Uh-oh.
What he want with me?
Let's go.
Okay, okay.
(mumbles)
ITO:
Have you ever been arrested
for kidnapping, 620?
What?
(laughs)
I-I think I'd remember
something like that, Judge.
Uh, o-okay.
Now I know what
you're talking about.
See, that was my ex.
But she's cool with it now.
We cool.
All I--
I just locked the car door
and-and I drove
around the neighborhood
a-a few times.
That's all.
You know how ladies can get.
You know with this...
I fail to see how this
is grounds for dismissal.
It was a slight incident
a long time ago.
It seems quite behind
him now, Your Honor.
Yes, Counsel, I'm sure
that you and your client
are sympathetic
to putting domestic violence
in the rearview mirror.
I do not appreciate
that kind of innuendo,
Your Honor!
620 lied
on his questionnaire.
He lied
about his police record.
He lied
about domestic violence.
I'm dismissing 620.
What happened?
620 was dismissed.
Why?
What?!
(jurors gasp)
Sorry, guys, you know
that's all I can say.
(jurors murmuring)
KENNEDY:
Is anyone really surprised?
The guy was taking bets
on the verdict.
I just hope I get a seat.
Tired of playing JV.
(chuckles)
You know,
those deputies are gonna find
all kinds of ways
to get rid of us brown folk.
They always are.
All the time.
And they're
always watching me.
I think they put
a camera in my room.
There's this little blinking
red light above my door.
I'm pretty sure
it's a smoke alarm.
No.
Mm-mm.
The deputies are just
doing their jobs.
I mean, they've been here
as long as we have.
When my daughter was
having some trouble,
Deputy Adam let me talk
to her on the phone
past curfew.
Hmm.
(laughs)
Master Adam sure is
good to you, ain't he?
(laughter)
I see how it is.
Oh, I see how it is.
Mm-mm.
Oh, come on now there, missy.
(chuckles)
(indistinct chatter)
KARDASHIAN:
Barry?
Hi, Robert.
What's up?
The numbers.
One in 170 million.
Yeah, it bothers you, I know.
I can see it.
It's-it's just so overwhelming.
Listen.
The crime scene was mishandled.
Terribly.
It's compromised.
Tainted.
All of it?
No.
Some of it,
but that's just as bad.
If some of it is tainted,
untrustworthy,
then all of it is.
And that's
what I will show.
Leave it to me.
(quiet laugh)
All right, Mr. Scheck.
Good morning, Mr. Fung.
Would you agree
it's inappropriate
for a criminalist to ignore
misconduct by law enforcement?
Objection.
Withdrawn.
Mr. Fung, you received
from Detective Lang
the blood sample taken
from Mr. Simpson, correct?
Yes.
And where did you
take possession
of that blood sample?
Hmm.
Let me remember.
Well, maybe I can help.
The blood was handed to you
at the Rockingham scene
while you were examining
that scene, correct?
Yes, that's actually true.
So, Mr. Simpson's blood
was literally
handed to you by LAPD
at the very location
where you found evidence
of his blood on the carpet,
in the driveway, in his socks?
Well... yes.
(laughs):
Well...
this might explain
a huge unanswered question
in this case.
Are you aware, sir,
that 1.9 milliliters
or one quarter
of the blood collected from
Mr. Simpson is missing?!
Your Honor.
Sustained.
SCHECK:
Mr. Fung,
when did you realize
that the blanket covering
Nicole Brown's body was actually
from inside her own residence?
Um... later.
Would you agree, sir,
that a blanket taken
from inside her residence
placed by law enforcement
over her dead body
could be thought of
as a contamination
of that scene?
It's, uh... possible.
And that if Mr. Simpson had been
in that home previously
sitting or-or lying
on that blanket,
his hairs could be
on that blanket--
would be on that blanket--
and thus, would have
in the crime scene?
Yes, it-it-it's possible.
(Scheck exhales)
SCHECK:
That is a terrible mistake
for a criminalist to make.
Isn't it?
Yes.
Mr. Fung, have you made
some bad choices in this case?
I-I-I don't remember.
I'm-I'm not sure, maybe.
No further questions.
ITO:
All right, Mr. Fung.
You may step down.
Is he seriously
shaking their hands?
Now, we having
some Fung now.
(Scheck chuckling)
("Natural One" by Folk Implosion
playing)
♪ I'm the one ♪
♪ Natural one, make it easy ♪
♪ We can take it inside ♪
♪ I can have it ♪
♪ 'Cause I act
like I love it... ♪
(grunting)
♪ It's a matter of pride ♪
♪ Yeah, we can take it ♪
♪ And if the world
is falling down ♪
♪ It may as well
crash with me. ♪
(phone rings)
Another one.
Who?
Yes!
(whoops)
JOHNNIE:
No!
No!
No, man!
No!
(knocking)
Yes?
(door opens)
Thank you.
462, um,
the reason why
I asked you here today
is that the sheriff's department
reviewed some court records,
and it appears that you
once accused your husband
of abusing you physically?
No.
No, Your Honor.
It was never a domestic violence
type of thing.
I was never physically abused.
And that's why
I didn't say anything.
I mean, anybody in a
relationship with anybody
knows that there are times
when things are difficult.
JOHNNIE:
As she said,
this was simply
a misunderstanding.
She lied.
She's out!
She didn't lie.
She said...
She said no to the question
"have you ever been a victim
of domestic violence?"
Her husband raped her
twice.
BAILEY:
Actually,
it wasn't legally
rape in '88.
I mean, between
a husband and wife.
You just said that.
Out loud.
ITO:
All right, so let me
get this straight.
The defense is arguing
to keep a victim
of domestic abuse
and the People are arguing
to dismiss her?
Somehow, I get the idea
if this juror were white,
we'd be having a different
conversation right now.
I have no choice
but to dismiss 462.
♪ ♪
We lost two not-guilty votes.
Two.
This one needs to go our way.
ITO:
Clerk, please read
the replacement
from the remaining alternates.
Number 353.
(very quietly):
Shit, shit, shit.
I know what you're up to.
You want to tell me
or am I supposed to guess?
Who tipped the sheriff off
about 620 and 462?
Hell if I know.
But I'll take it.
You had something to gain.
Back alley stuff
isn't my game.
It's yours.
You're always talking
about the truth.
Well, the truth came out.
Toughen up,
Cochran.
This is the smokers' lounge.
Day care's on the first floor.
Apparently, Ms. Clark thinks
she can steal this verdict,
but we gotta start
punching back.
What does that
mean, exactly?
It means we do everything
legally possible
to ensure that
nothing gets past us
regarding the remaining jurors.
The alternates.
Now, we can't do anything
about the guilty votes we lost.
But we can
be out ahead
of who might be
taking their places.
The Demon.
She's our biggest threat.
We cannot let her
on the voting jury.
BAILEY:
During voir dire, she said she
once turned an entire jury
from 11 to one not guilty
to 12-zero for conviction.
She's a nightmare.
CHRIS:
Juror 1290's our Holy Grail.
MARCIA:
God, we need her.
A voice in deliberation who's
going to focus on the facts.
(exhales)
And have you seen the way
she looks at Johnnie?
BAILEY:
Okay.
So, who else is
gonna be a problem?
(chatter, laughter)
Juror 2017.
The judge would like to see you.
Were you aware that your
arthritis doctor,
Dr. Bertram Maltz,
also treats Mr. Simpson
for his arthritis?
I was not.
ITO:
And why were you keeping notes
about other jurors'
conjugal visits?
No. I mean... Your Honor,
maybe I glanced at the list
a couple of times, but...
We checked your notebook, sir.
Now, these notes wouldn't
be for a book, would they?
("Another One Bites the Dust"
by Queen begins)
♪ Ooh, let's go ♪
Juror 228.
♪ Steve walks warily
down the street ♪
♪ With the brim
pulled way down low ♪
Oh, man.
♪ Ain't no sound
but the sound of his feet ♪
Juror 228, who is this
standing on the right?
O.J.?
Good.
And who is this on the left,
shaking hands with O.J.?
Uh... me?
That's right.
Do I really need
to say anything else here?
♪ Another one bites the dust ♪
♪ Another one bites the dust ♪
♪ How do you think
I'm gonna get along ♪
♪ Without you
when you're gone? ♪
♪ You took me
for everything that I had ♪
♪ And kicked me out on my own ♪
♪ Are you happy,
are you satisfied? ♪
♪ How long
can you stand the heat? ♪
Why is this happening now?
♪ Out of the doorway
the bullets rip ♪
♪ To the sound of the beat ♪
So, we have had
yet another dismissal
this morning,
ladies and gentlemen,
hopefully the last.
All right, Clerk, please read
the replacement
from the remaining alternates.
♪ And another one gone
and another one gone ♪
♪ Another one bites the dust,
yeah ♪
Number 1290.
♪ ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ ♪
Have a nice night, Cochran.
We are down to
four alternates. Four.
And now this.
An anonymous letter
claiming to be from
a literary agent's receptionist,
and it says, I quote,
"An older white female juror
"is shopping
a book proposal
called Standing Alone:
A Vote for Nicole."
May I?
Well...
this is clearly
an attempt by the defense
to remove a juror
they don't like.
I suggest you throw it in
the trash where it belongs.
I certainly hope
you're not suggesting
that we sent that letter.
Oh, I certainly am.
You and your sleazy
investigator.
Sleazy?
Don't forget that I work
this building.
If you're so confident
that we're
behind this...
Wait.
...you need to prove it.
I don't have to.
Shut up, both of you!
(sighs)
I will meet with the jury
and I will find out what is
actually going on here.
And I will make
a decision myself.
And that is final.
Get out.
♪ ♪
KENNEDY:
What Judge Ito
and those deputies
are doing to the jury...
Of course there's
a racial divide in the jury.
And that Judge Ito,
I do not trust that ma...
(funky version
of Perry Mason theme playing)
♪ ♪
TRACY:
I can't.
I can't take it
anymore, Your Honor.
(pounds on table twice)
Please, I just want
to go home.
Now, now, Juror 452...
My name is Tracy!
The deputies,
they're not fair.
The white jurors get
better treatment than us.
Okay,
now, that is
a very serious charge, 45...
uh...
Okay, can you...
just please elaborate for me?
Well, like, when they
took us out shopping,
they gave them
an hour at Target
and only gave us
30 minutes at Ross!
Them? Us? Uh...
They know that blacks
like Ross more!
Oh. Is that, uh...
(sniffles)
is that true?
Of course it is!
Everybody knows that!
(quietly):
That's true.
I want out.
They treat us like
we're second class,
like we're criminals
or something.
I can't take
it anymore.
I just want to
go home, please.
ITO:
Okay, okay. Um...
(sniffles)
You know what,
we are way overdue
for a deputy rotation,
so what I can do is
I can change them out,
and I would just ask
if you would please
give that a chance, okay?
(smacks lips)
I guess so.
Okay. Okay.
ITO:
Thank you.
WATSON:
Who the hell is
you supposed to be?
BEATRICE:
Where's Deputy Adam?
WOMAN:
Oh, there he is.
(jurors clamoring)
ADAM:
You guys, listen, I am sorry,
but we've been rotated out,
all of us.
Why?
I really don't know.
WOMAN:
Why do we never know
why anything happens?
(jurors chattering indistinctly)
What's his problem?
I don't know.
I don't like nobody watching me
when I get my food,
I know that.
Man.
(low, indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
WATSON:
What's wrong with that one?
Why is she all in black?
WOMAN:
I don't know.
WATSON:
I thought we was a jury.
I didn't know
we was going
to a funeral.
Maybe she's lost
her mind.
It feels like a funeral.
♪ ♪
(low, indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
(phone rings)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(knocking)
Yes?
Your Honor...
Where's my jury?
They... they're refusing
to come in.
Tell the deputies
I want them here right now,
or I'll hold them all
in contempt!
BAILIFF:
All rise.
Department 103
is now in session.
The Honorable
Lance A. Ito presiding.
You may be seated.
(exhales)
All right, bring in the jury.
♪ ♪
It just gets curiouser
and curiouser.
Someone better be dead.
♪ Uh! Uh! ♪
♪ Get it, get, get,
get, get it ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on and get down ♪
♪ Uh! Uh! ♪
♪ Get it, get, get,
get, get it ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on and get down ♪
♪ Uh! Uh! ♪
♪ Get it, get, get,
get, get it ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on... ♪
♪ My beloved,
let's get down to business ♪
♪ Mental self-defensive
fitness ♪
♪ Bum rush the show ♪
♪ You gotta go
for what you know ♪
♪ To make everybody see ♪
♪ In order to fight
the powers that be ♪
♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Fight the power... ♪
I will be postponing testimony
for today.
Thank you.
♪ Fight the power... ♪
All right, we stand at recess.
(gavel bangs)
♪ Fight the power ♪
♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Fight the power ♪
♪ Fight
the power ♪
♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Fight the power ♪
♪ We've got to fight
the powers that be. ♪
Dominic, you-you've been there
every day.
And something's going on
with the jury.
What's going on?
Down at the courthouse,
they're calling it
"the juror revolt."
It's unprecedented
in judicial history, Larry.
And my sources say
the whole thing was over
some deputies being transferred.
We've lost control.
Now we have no idea
what's going on.
Half the people wearing black
were in our damn
not guilty column.
Now we have no idea
who's who
or what's what.
It's Stockholm Syndrome.
That's the only explanation.
We just have to pray
to sweet Jesus
that they aren't
identifying with law enforcement
in general.
SECRETARY:
Sir?
JOHNNIE: Yes?
O.J.'s on the line.
(sighs) Of course.
My man.
How's it going?
O.J.: How the hell you think
it's going, Johnnie?!
They're talking mistrial.
A mistrial, man!
I can't go
through this shit again.
O.J., it's Bob.
Now, look, we all feel
that there will not be
a mistrial.
So I would, I wouldn't worry.
Just put me on the stand!
Let me testify.
I'm telling you, I can do this.
Now, listen to me,
listen to me for a second.
If I don't testify,
they're gonna think
I have something to hide.
Now, I can, I can do this.
Hell, the best moment we have
so far
was me trying on the gloves,
am I right?
No, O.J., you're right,
you're absolutely right.
But we would never put you
in that position.
Hold on a second, O.J.
We cannot put him
on the stand.
It's not done
in a murder case.
It's just not done.
The people love him.
He gets on the stand,
talks about how much
he loves his wife,
gets emotional.
Interesting idea, uh, O.J.
I-I'm not against it.
(groans)
Now you're talking.
Now that's what I'm saying.
Hold on a second, O.J. What?
It is a terrible idea!
I mean, are you doing this
just to screw with me?
Amazingly, this is not
about you, Bob.
This is about winning this case.
What is your idea?
Another plea bargain?
If Marcia Clark
cross-examines him,
it will be
an unmitigated disaster,
and you know it.
What if we do a mock-cross?
See how he handles it.
(sighs, phone beeps)
Juice?
I-I-I pray to the Lord,
sweet baby black Jesus,
you put me on hold
one more time, Negro.
Apologies.
We were thinking that
it might be a good idea
to do a test run first.
What you mean, test run?
Like, like, a rehearsal
or something?
Exactly, a rehearsal.
(group murmuring)
(murmuring continues)
(distorted murmuring)
(screaming)
Well, that's one way to do it.
(sobbing)
Okay.
Enough. Whatever you
and Marcia are doing,
it's gotta stop now, Johnnie.
You get a mistrial,
and we have to do
this whole thing over again.
There is no way you will win.
(elevator bell dings)
(siren wailing in distance)
I hear you take
your coffee black
with two Sweet'N Lows.
Mr. Simpson, isn't it true
you were married when you met
an 18-year-old Nicole?
I was.
But our marriage was
pretty much over by then.
I mean, we were friends,
but we weren't in love.
So you felt it was okay
to commit adultery?
We weren't even
living together.
I'm not proud about the
way I acted, but, uh,
we'd moved on by then.
Mr. Simpson,
is there
some reason
that you find this funny?
(chuckles)
No.
You argued
often with Nicole,
is that correct, Mr. Simpson?
All married couples disagree,
don't they?
Is it true
that some of these arguments
became physical?
That's what they'll
tell you on the news.
We'd...
we'd scuffle around sometimes.
You know. Wrassle.
Mmm.
(mouths)
Is this
"scuffling around"
what led to her hospitalization
on January 1, 1989?
Well...
that New Year's, you know,
we had a couple of drinks.
Uh... she must have fell.
They'll be ready in a minute.
(children chattering
in distance)
Hey, Kris, can we...
can I just have a second?
Why?
I don't know.
I thought we could talk.
(scoffs) What do we
have to talk about?
I think we might
get him off.
(scoffs)
Congrats.
(crying softly)
He was my friend
for 20 years.
I can barely look
at him anymore.
Robert, just...
leave.
Just quit the case.
You don't think...
you don't think
I've thought of that?
I can't. I-I mean, it would just
become this-this huge thing.
I mean, how
would it look?
It would convict him.
I would convict him.
And it would make
everything else worse for us
and for you, for them.
I mean, it's hard enough with
half the country hating you.
No, I just...
I just have to sit there
till it's over.
And then he's out
of our lives forever.
Okay?
Okay?
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Kris.
(phone rings)
McKENNA:
O.J. tip line.
Whoa, whoa. Say... Wait,
wait, wait. Say that again.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
(scoffs)
MAN: You have my word,
and my word is gold.
WOMAN: He got away with
beating her. He is not gonna
get away with killing her.
MAN #2:
I like to win.
This case is a loser.
MAN #3: Tell Lou and Judy
I want them to be the guardians
of my children.
ANNOUNCER:
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Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.
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The People v. O.J. Simpson.
Now listen up, all of you.
When you're supposed
to be at chow by 7:00 p.m.,
that means 7:00 p.m.
Not 7:05, not 7:09.
Who the hell is you
supposed to be?
Where's Deputy Adam?
Ma'am, please check
the tone of your voice
before I have to arrest you.
No, you need to check your tone.
We ain't in prison.
Where is Dep...?
Oh, there he is.
Yeah, there.
(indistinct clamoring
for Deputy Adam)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
One at a time!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Some of them are late.
ADAM: It's only five past,
and it's dinner.
They've had a long day,
it's fine.
Let me just have
a word with them.
You guys, listen, I am sorry,
but we've been rotated out,
all of us.
Why?
I don't really know.
Why do we never know
why anything happens?
We were supposed to be here
for two months.
It's been eight months!
I mean, this is like
some psychologic
experimental torture
or something!
Eight months locked up
in a hotel with no TV
and no magazines!
I am going crazy.
I'm going crazy!
I mean, I see my wife
once a week. I can't drink!
I can't talk to nobody!
We can't talk about this case.
I don't know what you bitching
and moaning about, Lionel.
Everybody knows that you
ain't got nothing going on
in the real world no way.
What did you say?!
I will smack the taste
out of your mouth.
(indistinct angry chattering)
Please! Please, that's enough!
Let's just settle down.
For me. Please.
TRACY: I don't even
want to eat anymore.
I've lost my appetite.
I've got to get out of here!
Let him get on out. Run.
Thank you.
MAN:
How you doing, brother?
Wow, I've never been
in a hotel this nice before.
Hell, I'd take a Motel 6
as long as I can get away
from the wife
for a couple of weeks.
Amen, brother.
I'm-a raid the
minibar, sit back
and watch my Niners
in the Super Bowl.
This is
the Super Bowl, man.
And we get
to pick the winner.
FRANCINE:
You know something I don't?
Looks like you think we're
gonna be here a while.
(chuckles)
No, I just want
to look professional
when I go to court.
I'm an alternate.
I could probably wear
my pj's and nobody'd care.
Hmm.
(chuckles)
Ah, yeah.
(grunting)
Some TV.
Oh, boy.
See what's on.
What the...?
Sir! Stop!
Swimming pool's off-limits!
(pounding on door)
Please report to Conference
Room 4 in six minutes, 230.
Okay, I'll...
And that will be reviewed
and returned to you
if appropriate.
ADAM:
Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
listen up.
This sequester has
very simple rules.
You're not to talk
about the case with anyone.
That includes each other.
You're not to talk
to the other hotel guests
at any time, for any reason.
Once in the hotel,
you will not be permitted
to leave your floor.
You're not allowed in another
juror's room for any reason.
Deputies will be on duty
in the halls and elsewhere
to supervise you at all times.
CLERK: Do you and each of you
understand and agree
that you will well and truly try
the cause now pending
before this court
and a true verdict render
according only to the evidence
presented to you
and to the instructions
of the court, so help you God?
JURORS:
I do.
You may be seated.
Since day one, we've had four
out-and-out "not guilties"
in Speed, En Vogue,
Easter Island and Queen Bee.
JOHNNIE:
After those gloves,
I looked in my sweet
jurors' eyes, and I said,
♪ Ooh, child, things
are gonna get easier. ♪
But now we're going
for acquittal,
and it's all
because of you, Bob!
Yes.
Ah, thanks,
Johnnie.
Thank you.
But, honestly, I can't
believe they went for it.
I mean, to make that mistake on
the biggest case of their lives.
Uh, to our team.
To our team!
Yes.
ALL:
Cheers.
The most colossal disaster
I've ever seen
in courtroom practice,
and it's ours, it's all ours.
We will rally.
We still have the DNA
and the forensic evidence.
That is our silver bullet.
Nobody understands
goddamn DNA, Marcia!
But everyone can tell when
a goddamn glove doesn't fit
on a goddamn hand!
(door slams)
They did fit.
(sighs)
It was the latex.
Get out.
WOMAN:
Okay,
so we've received
a few complaints
about talking during TV time.
If you have something to say,
please try to keep
your voice down
and your comments
and laughter to a minimum.
(indistinct chatter)
Speaking of,
Blockbuster sent over
a fresh batch of VHSes today.
Hey, did they send Martin?
Martin, that's my show.
Man, don't nobody want
to watch that clown.
He's a comedian,
he's supposed to be funny.
Didn't you hear the woman
say we can't laugh?
I'll laugh
if I want to.
I wouldn't mind
an episode of Seinfeld.
What is a "Seinfeld"?
It's a TV show.
I never heard of it.
Seinfeld is a much better show.
Man, Seinfeld ain't
about nothing.
We'll be watching
Seinfeld.
(angry chattering)
I'm just making a decision here
instead of listening
to you people argue.
What do you mean
"you people"?
Oh, no, don't start
that crap with me, pal.
I'm part American Indian.
You need to bounce up
out of here with that bull.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, you guys.
Come on, I'm sure we can find
something we all want to watch.
Look, why don't we
just take a vote?
Well, that's a great idea.
Thank you, Armanda.
Who votes Martin?
Oh, hey!
Duh.
Oh!
What I'm talking about.
Now if you want
to watch Seinfeld.
(man hums bass line)
(man laughs)
Martin it is.
♪ Martin, Martin... ♪
You so crazy.
♪ Martin. ♪
(laughter)
O.J.: And then he has
to apologize to the chimpanzee.
(chuckling)
What?
I'm telling you, they got to
give that Kramer his own show.
All right,
you're up.
I'll check.
The Juice is loose, y'all.
I'm all in.
I fold.
Oh, don't be
that way, Todd.
Come on, Bobby B.
I'm out.
It's too rich.
Really?
Oh, well, that's too bad,
'cause... I got nothing!
Oh, you bastard.
(O.J. laughs)
On a roll, Juice.
Got that right.
Tell somebody.
Tell a friend.
Man.
You know, playing cards
with y'all like this...
Ah, you mean "consulting
with your material witnesses."
O.J.: Ooh!
Thank you.
Well, almost feels
like I'm back home,
just for a minute, you know?
You know, after
that glove thing,
they should just call off
the rest of this trial.
What are they throwing
at you tomorrow?
DNA.
Whatever that is.
(laughing)
So, again,
the four pieces to DNA
are adenine, thymine,
guanine and cytosine,
abbreviated by their first
letters: A, T, G and C.
They also come in pairs.
Now, the non-Watson Crick
base pairing
is what really
gets interesting.
It, uh...
Mr. Fung, while all this
can seem complicated
to a non-scientist, the results
are astoundingly accurate
in terms of matching a suspect
to tiny traces that have been
left behind. Would you agree?
Oh, certainly.
The matching process
is many, many times more
accurate than a fingerprint.
"Many, many times more accurate
than a fingerprint."
And what were the results
of the blood analysis
from the Bundy crime scene?
Well, the RFLP pattern
from item 47 shows us that...
MARCIA:
Oh, let me rephrase.
Other than the two victims,
did this incredibly precise
DNA matching show
anyone else's blood and DNA
at the scene of the murders?
It did, uh, just one individual.
And does this same DNA match
the blood you found
on the back gate at Bundy?
Yes, it does.
And does it match
the blood you found
inside Mr. Simpson's Bronco?
Yes, it's all
from the same individual.
And does it match the DNA
and the blood you found
leading up
to Mr. Simpson's house
and on the sock
at the foot of his bed?
Yes, it's all from the same
individual's DNA profile.
Could it be anyone else's DNA?
That blood has a particular
set of characteristics
that could only occur
approximately in one
in 170 million individuals.
One person...
in 170 million.
Is that one person
who matches all that DNA
in this courtroom today?
Yes, he is.
Could you please point him out
for the jury?
Let the record show
that Mr. Fung is pointing
to the defendant,
Mr. Orenthal James Simpson.
(groans)
Where is everybody?
Todd said he had
to work late.
Spencer said his kids had
a tennis match or something.
Ugh.
And that's more important
than poker night? Shit.
I think it's...
I... I think it's the DNA.
I think maybe they're
having trouble wrapping
their minds around
the, uh, the numbers.
You know, it... it raises
some questions.
What questions? They know me.
I think... I mean, well...
one thing they were wondering
is-is about Nicole's blood.
How it got in your Bronco.
How the hell do I know?
How the hell do
I know, Bobby?
The police.
Faye's Colombian friends.
I don't know.
Yeah, but it's everywhere.
(sighs)
Nicole's house,
the Bronco,
your driveway,
your socks.
It...
And this is them asking?
Yeah.
This is them asking.
MAN:
I just want to go home.
Ladies, gentlemen,
there's been
another postponement.
(jurors groaning, murmuring)
I know, I know,
believe me,
believe me--
I'm in the same boat as you.
I'm working on two hours sleep.
Deputy Adam,
you need to find
more time for
your family.
How are Christine and the baby?
How are they doing?
She's great.
Yeah?
Christine's complaining
about baby weight,
but I think she's beautiful.
Look at that--
she's beautiful.
Thank you.
Knox.
Judge Ito needs to see you
in his chambers.
WOMAN:
Uh-oh.
What he want with me?
Let's go.
Okay, okay.
(mumbles)
ITO:
Have you ever been arrested
for kidnapping, 620?
What?
(laughs)
I-I think I'd remember
something like that, Judge.
Uh, o-okay.
Now I know what
you're talking about.
See, that was my ex.
But she's cool with it now.
We cool.
All I--
I just locked the car door
and-and I drove
around the neighborhood
a-a few times.
That's all.
You know how ladies can get.
You know with this...
I fail to see how this
is grounds for dismissal.
It was a slight incident
a long time ago.
It seems quite behind
him now, Your Honor.
Yes, Counsel, I'm sure
that you and your client
are sympathetic
to putting domestic violence
in the rearview mirror.
I do not appreciate
that kind of innuendo,
Your Honor!
620 lied
on his questionnaire.
He lied
about his police record.
He lied
about domestic violence.
I'm dismissing 620.
What happened?
620 was dismissed.
Why?
What?!
(jurors gasp)
Sorry, guys, you know
that's all I can say.
(jurors murmuring)
KENNEDY:
Is anyone really surprised?
The guy was taking bets
on the verdict.
I just hope I get a seat.
Tired of playing JV.
(chuckles)
You know,
those deputies are gonna find
all kinds of ways
to get rid of us brown folk.
They always are.
All the time.
And they're
always watching me.
I think they put
a camera in my room.
There's this little blinking
red light above my door.
I'm pretty sure
it's a smoke alarm.
No.
Mm-mm.
The deputies are just
doing their jobs.
I mean, they've been here
as long as we have.
When my daughter was
having some trouble,
Deputy Adam let me talk
to her on the phone
past curfew.
Hmm.
(laughs)
Master Adam sure is
good to you, ain't he?
(laughter)
I see how it is.
Oh, I see how it is.
Mm-mm.
Oh, come on now there, missy.
(chuckles)
(indistinct chatter)
KARDASHIAN:
Barry?
Hi, Robert.
What's up?
The numbers.
One in 170 million.
Yeah, it bothers you, I know.
I can see it.
It's-it's just so overwhelming.
Listen.
The crime scene was mishandled.
Terribly.
It's compromised.
Tainted.
All of it?
No.
Some of it,
but that's just as bad.
If some of it is tainted,
untrustworthy,
then all of it is.
And that's
what I will show.
Leave it to me.
(quiet laugh)
All right, Mr. Scheck.
Good morning, Mr. Fung.
Would you agree
it's inappropriate
for a criminalist to ignore
misconduct by law enforcement?
Objection.
Withdrawn.
Mr. Fung, you received
from Detective Lang
the blood sample taken
from Mr. Simpson, correct?
Yes.
And where did you
take possession
of that blood sample?
Hmm.
Let me remember.
Well, maybe I can help.
The blood was handed to you
at the Rockingham scene
while you were examining
that scene, correct?
Yes, that's actually true.
So, Mr. Simpson's blood
was literally
handed to you by LAPD
at the very location
where you found evidence
of his blood on the carpet,
in the driveway, in his socks?
Well... yes.
(laughs):
Well...
this might explain
a huge unanswered question
in this case.
Are you aware, sir,
that 1.9 milliliters
or one quarter
of the blood collected from
Mr. Simpson is missing?!
Your Honor.
Sustained.
SCHECK:
Mr. Fung,
when did you realize
that the blanket covering
Nicole Brown's body was actually
from inside her own residence?
Um... later.
Would you agree, sir,
that a blanket taken
from inside her residence
placed by law enforcement
over her dead body
could be thought of
as a contamination
of that scene?
It's, uh... possible.
And that if Mr. Simpson had been
in that home previously
sitting or-or lying
on that blanket,
his hairs could be
on that blanket--
would be on that blanket--
and thus, would have
in the crime scene?
Yes, it-it-it's possible.
(Scheck exhales)
SCHECK:
That is a terrible mistake
for a criminalist to make.
Isn't it?
Yes.
Mr. Fung, have you made
some bad choices in this case?
I-I-I don't remember.
I'm-I'm not sure, maybe.
No further questions.
ITO:
All right, Mr. Fung.
You may step down.
Is he seriously
shaking their hands?
Now, we having
some Fung now.
(Scheck chuckling)
("Natural One" by Folk Implosion
playing)
♪ I'm the one ♪
♪ Natural one, make it easy ♪
♪ We can take it inside ♪
♪ I can have it ♪
♪ 'Cause I act
like I love it... ♪
(grunting)
♪ It's a matter of pride ♪
♪ Yeah, we can take it ♪
♪ And if the world
is falling down ♪
♪ It may as well
crash with me. ♪
(phone rings)
Another one.
Who?
Yes!
(whoops)
JOHNNIE:
No!
No!
No, man!
No!
(knocking)
Yes?
(door opens)
Thank you.
462, um,
the reason why
I asked you here today
is that the sheriff's department
reviewed some court records,
and it appears that you
once accused your husband
of abusing you physically?
No.
No, Your Honor.
It was never a domestic violence
type of thing.
I was never physically abused.
And that's why
I didn't say anything.
I mean, anybody in a
relationship with anybody
knows that there are times
when things are difficult.
JOHNNIE:
As she said,
this was simply
a misunderstanding.
She lied.
She's out!
She didn't lie.
She said...
She said no to the question
"have you ever been a victim
of domestic violence?"
Her husband raped her
twice.
BAILEY:
Actually,
it wasn't legally
rape in '88.
I mean, between
a husband and wife.
You just said that.
Out loud.
ITO:
All right, so let me
get this straight.
The defense is arguing
to keep a victim
of domestic abuse
and the People are arguing
to dismiss her?
Somehow, I get the idea
if this juror were white,
we'd be having a different
conversation right now.
I have no choice
but to dismiss 462.
♪ ♪
We lost two not-guilty votes.
Two.
This one needs to go our way.
ITO:
Clerk, please read
the replacement
from the remaining alternates.
Number 353.
(very quietly):
Shit, shit, shit.
I know what you're up to.
You want to tell me
or am I supposed to guess?
Who tipped the sheriff off
about 620 and 462?
Hell if I know.
But I'll take it.
You had something to gain.
Back alley stuff
isn't my game.
It's yours.
You're always talking
about the truth.
Well, the truth came out.
Toughen up,
Cochran.
This is the smokers' lounge.
Day care's on the first floor.
Apparently, Ms. Clark thinks
she can steal this verdict,
but we gotta start
punching back.
What does that
mean, exactly?
It means we do everything
legally possible
to ensure that
nothing gets past us
regarding the remaining jurors.
The alternates.
Now, we can't do anything
about the guilty votes we lost.
But we can
be out ahead
of who might be
taking their places.
The Demon.
She's our biggest threat.
We cannot let her
on the voting jury.
BAILEY:
During voir dire, she said she
once turned an entire jury
from 11 to one not guilty
to 12-zero for conviction.
She's a nightmare.
CHRIS:
Juror 1290's our Holy Grail.
MARCIA:
God, we need her.
A voice in deliberation who's
going to focus on the facts.
(exhales)
And have you seen the way
she looks at Johnnie?
BAILEY:
Okay.
So, who else is
gonna be a problem?
(chatter, laughter)
Juror 2017.
The judge would like to see you.
Were you aware that your
arthritis doctor,
Dr. Bertram Maltz,
also treats Mr. Simpson
for his arthritis?
I was not.
ITO:
And why were you keeping notes
about other jurors'
conjugal visits?
No. I mean... Your Honor,
maybe I glanced at the list
a couple of times, but...
We checked your notebook, sir.
Now, these notes wouldn't
be for a book, would they?
("Another One Bites the Dust"
by Queen begins)
♪ Ooh, let's go ♪
Juror 228.
♪ Steve walks warily
down the street ♪
♪ With the brim
pulled way down low ♪
Oh, man.
♪ Ain't no sound
but the sound of his feet ♪
Juror 228, who is this
standing on the right?
O.J.?
Good.
And who is this on the left,
shaking hands with O.J.?
Uh... me?
That's right.
Do I really need
to say anything else here?
♪ Another one bites the dust ♪
♪ Another one bites the dust ♪
♪ How do you think
I'm gonna get along ♪
♪ Without you
when you're gone? ♪
♪ You took me
for everything that I had ♪
♪ And kicked me out on my own ♪
♪ Are you happy,
are you satisfied? ♪
♪ How long
can you stand the heat? ♪
Why is this happening now?
♪ Out of the doorway
the bullets rip ♪
♪ To the sound of the beat ♪
So, we have had
yet another dismissal
this morning,
ladies and gentlemen,
hopefully the last.
All right, Clerk, please read
the replacement
from the remaining alternates.
♪ And another one gone
and another one gone ♪
♪ Another one bites the dust,
yeah ♪
Number 1290.
♪ ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ ♪
Have a nice night, Cochran.
We are down to
four alternates. Four.
And now this.
An anonymous letter
claiming to be from
a literary agent's receptionist,
and it says, I quote,
"An older white female juror
"is shopping
a book proposal
called Standing Alone:
A Vote for Nicole."
May I?
Well...
this is clearly
an attempt by the defense
to remove a juror
they don't like.
I suggest you throw it in
the trash where it belongs.
I certainly hope
you're not suggesting
that we sent that letter.
Oh, I certainly am.
You and your sleazy
investigator.
Sleazy?
Don't forget that I work
this building.
If you're so confident
that we're
behind this...
Wait.
...you need to prove it.
I don't have to.
Shut up, both of you!
(sighs)
I will meet with the jury
and I will find out what is
actually going on here.
And I will make
a decision myself.
And that is final.
Get out.
♪ ♪
KENNEDY:
What Judge Ito
and those deputies
are doing to the jury...
Of course there's
a racial divide in the jury.
And that Judge Ito,
I do not trust that ma...
(funky version
of Perry Mason theme playing)
♪ ♪
TRACY:
I can't.
I can't take it
anymore, Your Honor.
(pounds on table twice)
Please, I just want
to go home.
Now, now, Juror 452...
My name is Tracy!
The deputies,
they're not fair.
The white jurors get
better treatment than us.
Okay,
now, that is
a very serious charge, 45...
uh...
Okay, can you...
just please elaborate for me?
Well, like, when they
took us out shopping,
they gave them
an hour at Target
and only gave us
30 minutes at Ross!
Them? Us? Uh...
They know that blacks
like Ross more!
Oh. Is that, uh...
(sniffles)
is that true?
Of course it is!
Everybody knows that!
(quietly):
That's true.
I want out.
They treat us like
we're second class,
like we're criminals
or something.
I can't take
it anymore.
I just want to
go home, please.
ITO:
Okay, okay. Um...
(sniffles)
You know what,
we are way overdue
for a deputy rotation,
so what I can do is
I can change them out,
and I would just ask
if you would please
give that a chance, okay?
(smacks lips)
I guess so.
Okay. Okay.
ITO:
Thank you.
WATSON:
Who the hell is
you supposed to be?
BEATRICE:
Where's Deputy Adam?
WOMAN:
Oh, there he is.
(jurors clamoring)
ADAM:
You guys, listen, I am sorry,
but we've been rotated out,
all of us.
Why?
I really don't know.
WOMAN:
Why do we never know
why anything happens?
(jurors chattering indistinctly)
What's his problem?
I don't know.
I don't like nobody watching me
when I get my food,
I know that.
Man.
(low, indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
WATSON:
What's wrong with that one?
Why is she all in black?
WOMAN:
I don't know.
WATSON:
I thought we was a jury.
I didn't know
we was going
to a funeral.
Maybe she's lost
her mind.
It feels like a funeral.
♪ ♪
(low, indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
(phone rings)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(knocking)
Yes?
Your Honor...
Where's my jury?
They... they're refusing
to come in.
Tell the deputies
I want them here right now,
or I'll hold them all
in contempt!
BAILIFF:
All rise.
Department 103
is now in session.
The Honorable
Lance A. Ito presiding.
You may be seated.
(exhales)
All right, bring in the jury.
♪ ♪
It just gets curiouser
and curiouser.
Someone better be dead.
♪ Uh! Uh! ♪
♪ Get it, get, get,
get, get it ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on and get down ♪
♪ Uh! Uh! ♪
♪ Get it, get, get,
get, get it ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on and get down ♪
♪ Uh! Uh! ♪
♪ Get it, get, get,
get, get it ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on... ♪
♪ My beloved,
let's get down to business ♪
♪ Mental self-defensive
fitness ♪
♪ Bum rush the show ♪
♪ You gotta go
for what you know ♪
♪ To make everybody see ♪
♪ In order to fight
the powers that be ♪
♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Fight the power... ♪
I will be postponing testimony
for today.
Thank you.
♪ Fight the power... ♪
All right, we stand at recess.
(gavel bangs)
♪ Fight the power ♪
♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Fight the power ♪
♪ Fight
the power ♪
♪ Let me hear you say ♪
♪ Fight the power ♪
♪ We've got to fight
the powers that be. ♪
Dominic, you-you've been there
every day.
And something's going on
with the jury.
What's going on?
Down at the courthouse,
they're calling it
"the juror revolt."
It's unprecedented
in judicial history, Larry.
And my sources say
the whole thing was over
some deputies being transferred.
We've lost control.
Now we have no idea
what's going on.
Half the people wearing black
were in our damn
not guilty column.
Now we have no idea
who's who
or what's what.
It's Stockholm Syndrome.
That's the only explanation.
We just have to pray
to sweet Jesus
that they aren't
identifying with law enforcement
in general.
SECRETARY:
Sir?
JOHNNIE: Yes?
O.J.'s on the line.
(sighs) Of course.
My man.
How's it going?
O.J.: How the hell you think
it's going, Johnnie?!
They're talking mistrial.
A mistrial, man!
I can't go
through this shit again.
O.J., it's Bob.
Now, look, we all feel
that there will not be
a mistrial.
So I would, I wouldn't worry.
Just put me on the stand!
Let me testify.
I'm telling you, I can do this.
Now, listen to me,
listen to me for a second.
If I don't testify,
they're gonna think
I have something to hide.
Now, I can, I can do this.
Hell, the best moment we have
so far
was me trying on the gloves,
am I right?
No, O.J., you're right,
you're absolutely right.
But we would never put you
in that position.
Hold on a second, O.J.
We cannot put him
on the stand.
It's not done
in a murder case.
It's just not done.
The people love him.
He gets on the stand,
talks about how much
he loves his wife,
gets emotional.
Interesting idea, uh, O.J.
I-I'm not against it.
(groans)
Now you're talking.
Now that's what I'm saying.
Hold on a second, O.J. What?
It is a terrible idea!
I mean, are you doing this
just to screw with me?
Amazingly, this is not
about you, Bob.
This is about winning this case.
What is your idea?
Another plea bargain?
If Marcia Clark
cross-examines him,
it will be
an unmitigated disaster,
and you know it.
What if we do a mock-cross?
See how he handles it.
(sighs, phone beeps)
Juice?
I-I-I pray to the Lord,
sweet baby black Jesus,
you put me on hold
one more time, Negro.
Apologies.
We were thinking that
it might be a good idea
to do a test run first.
What you mean, test run?
Like, like, a rehearsal
or something?
Exactly, a rehearsal.
(group murmuring)
(murmuring continues)
(distorted murmuring)
(screaming)
Well, that's one way to do it.
(sobbing)
Okay.
Enough. Whatever you
and Marcia are doing,
it's gotta stop now, Johnnie.
You get a mistrial,
and we have to do
this whole thing over again.
There is no way you will win.
(elevator bell dings)
(siren wailing in distance)
I hear you take
your coffee black
with two Sweet'N Lows.
Mr. Simpson, isn't it true
you were married when you met
an 18-year-old Nicole?
I was.
But our marriage was
pretty much over by then.
I mean, we were friends,
but we weren't in love.
So you felt it was okay
to commit adultery?
We weren't even
living together.
I'm not proud about the
way I acted, but, uh,
we'd moved on by then.
Mr. Simpson,
is there
some reason
that you find this funny?
(chuckles)
No.
You argued
often with Nicole,
is that correct, Mr. Simpson?
All married couples disagree,
don't they?
Is it true
that some of these arguments
became physical?
That's what they'll
tell you on the news.
We'd...
we'd scuffle around sometimes.
You know. Wrassle.
Mmm.
(mouths)
Is this
"scuffling around"
what led to her hospitalization
on January 1, 1989?
Well...
that New Year's, you know,
we had a couple of drinks.
Uh... she must have fell.
They'll be ready in a minute.
(children chattering
in distance)
Hey, Kris, can we...
can I just have a second?
Why?
I don't know.
I thought we could talk.
(scoffs) What do we
have to talk about?
I think we might
get him off.
(scoffs)
Congrats.
(crying softly)
He was my friend
for 20 years.
I can barely look
at him anymore.
Robert, just...
leave.
Just quit the case.
You don't think...
you don't think
I've thought of that?
I can't. I-I mean, it would just
become this-this huge thing.
I mean, how
would it look?
It would convict him.
I would convict him.
And it would make
everything else worse for us
and for you, for them.
I mean, it's hard enough with
half the country hating you.
No, I just...
I just have to sit there
till it's over.
And then he's out
of our lives forever.
Okay?
Okay?
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Kris.
(phone rings)
McKENNA:
O.J. tip line.
Whoa, whoa. Say... Wait,
wait, wait. Say that again.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
(scoffs)
MAN: You have my word,
and my word is gold.
WOMAN: He got away with
beating her. He is not gonna
get away with killing her.
MAN #2:
I like to win.
This case is a loser.
MAN #3: Tell Lou and Judy
I want them to be the guardians
of my children.
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Tuesdays at 10:00 on FX.
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