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Mr. Simmons! Do you have a confession?

There were three shots.

One grazed the shoulder,

a shot to the body, slug to the head.

It was a crime of passion.

Mr. Simmons, how is this case gonna

impact your political career?

We'll hold

a press conference shortly...

and I'll respond

to all your questions then.

- Can you tell us anything else about the suspect?

- Are you guilty, Mrs. Mass?

Hey, Bill. Detective Hicks here will

assist with the interrogation.

- You mean the lynching?

- Counselor Miller.

Dwight. Listen, we all know

that you're up for your boss's job.

But let me ask you a question-

Is the truth getting in the way here?

Are we being recorded or videotaped?

If we are, I'm gonna suggest my client say nothing.

Richard, don't make this thing complicated.

We have a motive- infidelity.

Access to the murder scene.

Prints on the murder weapon.

Earrings- her earrings-

found at the scene. No alibi.

We got the Holy Trinity-

probable cause, access, motive.

Let's be reasonable here.

I'm willing to make a deal.

No deals.

I'm innocent.

I'm a Christian, not a murderer.

Ah. Oh, Mr. Simmons,

I'm not the negotiator that you are...

but would you mind letting me

have a few moments with Ms. Mass here?

- Go ahead, Detective.

- Oh, I see. This is going to be a team effort.

I'm gonna need that confession.

- Time.

- Mm-hmm.

He's got a press conference.

We don't have a whole lot of time.

- That's not our problem.

- Oh, yeah, but it is. It is.

Now, you playin'

the Christian card-

good old God-fearin' black woman.

- Miss Spelman College.

- Don't patronize me.

Hey, hey, hey. It's not me that you

should be worried about.

It's the jury that you

should be worried about.

With not the slightest

hint of remorse, confession...

that jury just might give

a spiritual woman like yourself...

a free ticket to heaven-

courtesy of the state.

- Detective.

- Hmm?

- Do you go to church?

- Oh, yeah. C.M.E.

Christmas, Mother's Day and Easter.

Valerie, you don't have

to respond to any of this.

You're not on trial here.

I'm not worried,

and I have nothin' to hide.

But I must be allowed

to tell everything.

Fine.

How long is everything gonna take?

Before I was accused of murder...

before my family

was ripped apart-

Aw, Philly's all right.

Yeah, but I got big dreams,

you know?

Whoa!

The prettiest girl in the world.

Huh?

- Hey!

- What's up?

Hey, girl. Hey, Daddy.

- Everything good?

- Yes, girl.

- Practically all moved in.

- Good.

- So, how's the new place?

- Oh, it's nice. It's nice.

- It ain't big-

- Watch out now.

It's not big, but you know.

Girl, you deserve the best,

and that's exactly what you gonna get.

What I need right now is a church.

I told you, you are

gonna love Mercy Baptist.

- All right, well, I'm ready to go now.

- All right then.

- I'm late for work. I'll hit you later.

- All right.

Grandpa!

Are you helping us?

- Shh! Forget that "Grandpa" stuff now.

- Go on inside.

Don't look at that.

Daddy and Grandpa

are looking at B-U-T-T-S.

- Whoa, whoa!

- Uh-huh.

It's nice that you had such a warm

and fuzzy reception, but is this relevant?

We're not gonna be railroaded just because

your boss has a press conference.

Val, anything you say, they can take

and twist it any way that they want.

A jury can be manipulated.

I have nothing to hide.

And, yes, Detective Hicks,

everything I'm about to tell you-

it's all relevant.

So, I took a look at your portfolio.

Looks good.

I'm gonna recommend you for some

photo shoots we got comin' up.

- Are you serious?

- Am I serious?

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