Oh.
♪♪♪
Oh, my God. That one!
-This one? -Yes!
Oh, my gosh, this is the suitcase!
-How much for this one? -$80.
This is worth like $45 at Montreal Lumber and Hardware.
-I give you $60. -Fine, $60.
I'll take the suitcase and the red Chanel --
Aah! Oh, my God!
I thought that was a rat.
I'm sorry. I keep thinking everything's a rat.
♪ Obedear, the sky is low ♪
♪ Watch fluent seamen rig their rudders ♪
-Where's your little lawyer? -I don't know.
She hasn't responded to my texts all morning.
[ Sighs ]
-Hey, Bob? -Yeah?
What happened to the young lady juror
who was in the front row?
She had to be replaced with an alternate.
She was nuts.
She told everybody in the jury that she was a goblin
and that she slept with the judge,
the second chair prosecution...
and you.
[ Scoffs ]
Wow, that's crazy.
[ Laughs ]
Hey, what happened to that juror, the girl?
I'm so sorry. I was beginning to worry you were dead.
I am indeed not dead, Your Honor.
And my deepest apologies to the court.
Don't worry. Something amazing is happening.
Your Honor [Clicks tongue] may I approach?
If you must.
Your Honor, some crucial evidence
has come to my attention as of this morning.
Well, then we should recess.
Negative. Sorry, Polly.
I have a witness who needs to leave the country tonight
for some much needed R&R.
May I emphasis the word "urgency"?
[ Sighs ]
Okay, proceed.
Yes.
Your Honor, this stings.
Oh.
♪♪♪
[ Sniffs ]
Excuse me, sir, could you please put that out?
You're not allowed to smoke on the bus.
[ Baby crying ]
Oh. My mistake.
Would you like to tell the court about your morning?
Well, I took a bubble bath
and scrolled through some pictures of myself in my 20s.
And then afterward, I decided to clean the house.
And in the corner of my closet,
where I often do not look, something caught my attention.
Oh, and what was it that caught your attention?
A large zebra-print rollerboard suitcase
with a pull-out carrier handle, neon pink trim,
and pitch-black lining.
Well, let's see it.
[ Spectators murmuring ]
Double trouble.
Oh, my God! These are identical.
Is this yours?
Oh, no.
I wouldn't be caught dead in an airport
without my Louis Vuittons.
I just love how brown they are,
and you can smell that leather for miles.
Has anyone other than my client, Dory Sief,
lived with you over this past year?
Sigh, no.
I'm going through some pretty ugly divorce proceedings,
so, um, nobody really wants to be around me.
So would it be safe to assume that it belongs to my client,
your only house guest this past year?
That's my best guess.
And I would just like to remind the court
that there were twopieces of luggage
purchased on that evening from Montreal Lumber and Hardware.
One ended up in the ground -- sad face.
The other ended up in Gail Patel's closet.
No, no, stop, stop, stop!
Your Honor, I object to so much.
This exhibit is being treated as evidence.
And I'm sorry, but the defense could have easily planted this.
And don't we agree that the timing of this appearance
is beyond suspicious?
The timing of this incident was not manipulated.
Ugh! I don't do that.
It's called happenstance.
And, Your Honor, she's just jealous.
Jealous? Please, I mean, of your breast implants, maybe, but --
Oh, clutch the pearls.
But, uh, of your legal strategies, no.
Your Honor, I would never get breast implants.
Order! Ladies, please.
Let's leave the female form out of this.
I'm very sorry for getting heated. My apologies.
But I think that this is just too unbelievable.
Miss Danziger, you'll have your chance to cross-examine.
And I shall not disappoint.
Cassidy: Don't worry, Polly.
I just have one more question, and she's all yours.
Big girl.
So, seeing these two suitcases,
what would you conclude?
I believe she brought the suitcase back from Montreal,
left it, forgot about it,
and shouldn't be on trail to begin with.
Thank you, Gail.
I mean, right?
No further questions, Your Honor.
And I just want to say, Mommy says hi.
-Oh, she's the best. -She is, kind of.
She's all yours, Jiggles.
I'm Jiggles?
Sit down, Wiggles.
Miss Patel, is it fair to say that before this morning,
you have never noticed this loud zebra-print suitcase
in the corner of your closet, right?
Yes, that is correct, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there...
Okay, shh, shh, shh. ...because I don't organize my own --
Shh, shush. Shut -- Shut the hole.
So we don't know for a fact how long or not long
this was residing in your closet, do we, now?
I have no way of knowing what's in my home ever.
So we don't even know if this is even from Montreal.
Oh, well, actually, I-I opened it,
and inside, there is a book of matches.
It -- It says "Lait Rouge Bar Canadien."
And I looked it up.
I did a little translating, and it is a bar in Canada.
Yeah?! Oh, my God. I like yummy food, too.
♪♪♪
What? How?
Matches.
[ Gasps ] Call the cavalry.
There's matches and nothing else.
And I'm sorry, but why are we being persuaded
to substantiate this as evidence?
Because this is just smoke and mirrors.
Attention! Attention!
Dory Sief is a murderer!
A murderer!
I have evidence that she murdered Keith Powell
and then murdered my twin sister, April Canyon!
Judge Hellerman: Order!
Security, remove this woman out of my courtroom immediately!
Somewhere out there exists a cassette tape
with a confession recorded on it.
And my sister wrote about this in her journal before she died!
[ Gavel banging ] Proving all of it!
Get her out of here!
[ Gavel banging ] Find the tape!
Wasn't there a tape?
When Dory was arrested, didn't she have a cassette tape on her?
Yeah, there was, but she tried to destroy it.
We tried to listen to it, but it's too damaged to play.
Fix it!
My name is June Canyon,
and my sister is April Canyon,
and she has been missing since June 15th.
I now believe her to be dead, as I hold in my hands her journal,
which details how she had evidence
that Dory Sief and Drew Gardner murdered Keith Powell
and how she intended to meet Dory Sief
on the Staten Island Ferry at 9:00 p.m. that night
to trade a tape
that had Dory and her friends' confession on it.
I will now read the journal entry.
"Serapoakokeena kapahestiloloba."
Sorry, what -- what language is this?
Oh, I'm sorry. I should have said.
This is a language only my sister and I can understand.
It's our twin language.
[ Reporters murmuring ]
She's crazy. I'm a twin.
That is not a real language.
♪♪♪
[ Speaking Portuguese ]
"Bareemotopaskatichi."
Roughly translated means, "If I do not return, that motopa,"
which there really isn't a word for in English,
but essentially, it's, pardon me, but, "bitch killed me.
In which case, please dredge the Hudson River."
Where you goin', sugar?
Hugget.
Why the hell is a city boy like you
looking to get to Hugget for?
Well, I am indeed a Hugget boy, ma'am.
Well, then get on in, darlin'.
So luckily, the journal
was nothing but indecipherable ramblings.
But is there anything else we need to know?
No.
Is there a tape?
No. Absolutely not.
Oh, my God. Yes. Yes, there's a tape.
Of course there's a tape.
If it comes to light, would it be bad news for us?
No.
I mean, there's nothing on it.
It would be terrible news.
Cassidy: Okay, in light of today's chaos,
I think that this is grounds for a mistrial.
I'm gonna start all over.
Next year, we'll add in a plea of self-defense.
No.
We're doing well, right?
So why would we backpedal?
I would be able to build a much better case story
now that I know the truth.
And what do you mean "the truth"?
What do youmean "the truth"?
Okay, yeah, so we mistrial.
If we start over, can Dory and I be tried separately this time?
-What? -Hey, um...
Just to be honest with everyone,
I might not be alive in one year.
Drew: What, Bob?
I'm so sorry to hear that.
It'll probably work out.
I'm throwing a lot of money at it.
When I was a kid, I...
liked the color of the paint on the wall,
and I used to lick it and chew on it and eat the paint chips,
'cause it was lead paint.
So now I'm paying for it.
Damn paint.
Chantal: As of this moment, I envision Chantal's Castle
to be located in the heart of Midtown.
Chantal's Castle mustbe in the shape of a heart
from a bird's-eye view.
It's imperative.
Let me tell you what I love about this girl.
She has a vision, and she's ready to do the work.
Man: I'm gonna trust you've done your homework.
I don't want this to turn out to be another Pelican Islands.
Oh, no, no, no!
Chantal is the perfect funnel.
Well, you think you can create a castle in 33 days?
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Oh, so tell me, would you be willing
to accept incognito funding from offshore accounts --
the Caymans, for instance?
Oh, I would never build a business
based on discrimination.
Chantal's Castle will house all races of women.
[ Chuckles ]
Will...
I think we're in business.
Well, my dear...
welcome to your castle.
Wait. Does that mean I get the money?
[ Laughs ]
I get my castle?
[ Laughing ] Oh, my God.
I'm a princess!
I'm finally a princess!
Oh, my God.
Money.
Garrett: How long's this gonna take?
Man: Well, as I told you before, this tape is stretched.
Well, can you fix it or no?
[ Sighs ] I think I can.
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Laughs ]
Hello, my angels.
Hello.
Hi.
Daddy's home.
So you've been an audio technician
for, what, 40 years now?
14 years, ma'am. I'm only 38 years old.
Oh, right.
And what, uh, repair work did you do?
I reconstructed a portion of this tape
that had been chewed up by Dory Sief.
It was significantly damaged,
but I managed to piece it back together.
Can you briefly tell the court
just what it is we're about to hear on this recording today?
Yes, this is one of two salvageable sections of the tape
featuring the voices of Dory Sief and Drew Gardner
arguing over -- Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup.
No spoilers.
Okay.
Um, can somebody dim the lights
while I play this back, please?
Thank you.
[ Click ] Drew: We did it, though.
You have to admit that we did what we did.
Dory: I know! I know we murdered Keith, okay?
[ Spectators murmuring ]
Well, well, well.
What you heard, folks, is what we might call [Sighs]
evidence in its most inarguable form.
Not some piece of store-bought luggage
just dragged in here at the last minute, no.
What you heard was an accidental confession.
Would you mind repeating the words in the recording
that you find the most damning?
Um, sure.
"I know.
I know we murdered Keith, okay?"
"We...
murdered...
Keith."
-I heard "pancake." -What?
I beg your pardon?
I didn't hear "murdered."
I heard "pancaked."
[ Spectators murmuring ]
I actually heard "pancake," too.
Your Honor, I heard "pancaked" as well.
Miss Danziger, please play the recording for the court again.
We did it, though.
You have to admit that we did what we did.
I know! I know we pancaked Keith, okay?
"I know we pancaked Keith, okay?"
I heard it that time, too.
But you didn't hear -- How many people heard "pancake" this time?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Polly: The tape clearly states "We murdered Keith."
I'm sorry. I have to play it again.
Now, remember, this is essentially
a confession to a murder!
I know! I know we murdered Keith, okay?
Okay.
I-I don't know what I'm supposed to write.
I heard "murdered," then I heard "pancaked,"
then I heard "murdered."
All right, who hears "murdered"?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
And who hears "pancaked"?
-Pancake! -Pancaked, right?
I've never been so sure of anything in my life.
I hear both.
-Pancake! -Okay!
Let's just say that it was "pancake," which it isn't.
But let's just say it is.
[ Scoffs ] What does that even mean?
You can't pancake a person, no.
You can. I'm looking it up.
According to urbanlingo.net, pancaking --
"a sexual act in which a pancake
is wiped across a person's asshole
and then slapped against their titties
until one or both partners comes."
Your Honor!
My clients are not on trial for having sex with food!
Okay, all right.
I'm sorry.
I get it. Folks, I get it.
This is fun. This is silly. This is fun.
Okay, we're having a laugh, a good time.
I need to bring everybody back down to earth right now.
I need to bring you back down to the ground!
May I also remind the court...
...that this cassette has been in the possession of a woman
that none of us have seen hide nor hair of for four months
because she was probably also murdered by Dory Sief!
Objection!
Your Honor, this is dangerous speculation.
Judge Hellerman: Sustained.
And I'm sorry, Miss Danziger,
but in light of this confusion and hysteria,
I find this evidence to be inadmissible.
Strike it from the record.
[ Spectators murmuring ]
You are so friggin' lucky.
Hmm.
I told you there's nothing on the tape.
♪♪♪
[ Gunshots ]
♪♪♪
Mama?
Eldad?
Why, I was not expecting this.
I'm sorry for leaving, Mama.
Oh, hush.
We was just glad you were out there in the world, sugar.
You always was the different one, anyway.
I think I may be too different, Mama.
I can't be myself.
I can't just be. I gotta invent.
[ Voice breaking ] Please, Mama, tell me, why am I this way?
Did something awful happen to me that I can't remember?
I need some sort of peace so I can live with myself, Mama!
Well, there is this one thing
I've always been scared to tell you.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Gasps ]
-Elliot Goss. -Charlie Reeny.
-The network loves us. -No!
It means start thinking about
what kind of show you want to make together,
because that's what's going to happen.
Can you do dinner in 30 minutes?
Yes, but in like six hours.
Perfect. I'll see you then.
[ Laughs ]
[ Gunshots continue ]
Ladies and gentlemen,
you have exhibited patience, focus, and [Laughs]
weathered some surprises along the journey of this trial.
But [Clicks tongue] it's always been my assumption -- Polly --
that you've never lost sight of the truth behind this case.
[ Knock on door ] Mommy, what?
I'm working.
Oh, my God.
Um, Dory.
What's going on?
Are you -- Are you feeling weird about today?
You're fired.
Excuse me?
I don't want you on this case anymore.
Oh.
Okay.
Well, um...
I'm sorry, but you're obviously acting irrational right now.
I mean...
You don't believe me.
Dory...
no onebelieves you.
I didn't do it.
[ Scoffs ] Okay.
Well, I don't have to believe you.
I just need to do the best damn job I can.
I can't have somebody representing me
who doesn't believe me.
Okay, I believe you.
Look, don't do this.
Go home.
Get some sleep, okay, and I'll forget all about this.
And, anyway, it's crazy
to try to replace me right before the verdict.
I'm not replacing you.
I'm sorry, what -- what do you mean?
I will be representing myself.
[ Scoffs ]
So...
It was nice doing business with you.
♪♪♪
Well, just so you know...
...I heard "murder."
♪ Well, I've never been quite properly civilized ♪
♪ And it seems the situation has come to a head ♪
♪ But if the only other option is minding my manners ♪
♪ Let me tell you something, mister ♪
♪ 'Cause I'd rather be dead ♪
♪ Oh, I, I ♪
♪ I've gone wild ♪