Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

JAKE: There's Ozzie.
...and he led me to believe that the supreme court would uphold my ruling.
Nah, He Wasn't Crazy
Now Imagine He’s white
Now, doctor, I'm gonna ask you one last time...
If he gets it moved, he has a greater chance of color in the jury.
Are you Carl Lee Hailey's attorney?
...a second-degree murder and we can get you just life in prison.
In the storm?
...would do more for black people in Mississippi...
Now, you may win...
In fact, I think it's impossible to find a fair and impartial jury anywhere in Mississippi.
Why not? Your house is almost paid for. You borrowed on it before for Lester's trial.
Lucien thinks the two hyenas just might get off.
And when they're done...
...for the Invisible Empire of the Ku Klux Klan.
Baby, there's been no Klan around here for years, okay?
You better get down to that jail.
...should've taught him two things. One, I have not been elected governor yet.
JAKE: Bye, girls. WOMAN & GIRL: Bye, Daddy.
Something else wrong?
-Jake, this isn't the time. -This is really good for Carl Lee.
Somebody Rapes Her, He's A Dead Dog.
...and some fried dill pickles.
...that little girl.
It's not me.
Give me a moment to speak with my client.
Any more of that nonsense...
-These people are with the NAACP. -Oh?
...we make one hell of a team.
Also, send a case of whatever it is he's drinking these days to Lucien Wilbanks.
You're telling me, and this jury, that on October 17th, 1960...
Everything's gonna be all right.
O d a z
Now imagine he’s white.
I'm Isaiah Street.
Until they cut the phones off.
Now imagine it was Hillary.
I do not believe in forgiveness, nor in rehabilitation.
Tell you what, I look at her, though, and I cannot help but think about little Tonya.
Oh, come on.
Um, well, thought this might interest you.
Has he been eating any better?
MAN: What can you tell us, sheriff? WOMAN: Can you tell us what happened?
CARL LEE: No, sir.
...Gwen and the kids can't eat because you want in with the NAACP.
WOMAN: Sir, are you an attorney? MAN: Are you an attorney?
NOOSE: Overruled.
That is a novel idea, I know.
Now, really, what brings you to Canton?
Could not tell right from wrong...
-Hold this. -What are you gonna do?
Then they urinate on her.
And as such...
...how many other children did he rape?
Let me save you some time, Mr. Brigance.
The whole place could've burned down.
Did you arrest Cobb and Willard?
You aren't? Absolutely not!
...nor can you afford to hire any...
My lawyers and I handle only capital-murder cases, Mr. Hailey.
Don't presume the district attorney is insensitive.
Maybe these side bar texts between you and Shark will refresh your memory!
...not even the richest, most ridiculous settlement I ever bring in...
... is Kawasaki
RUFUS: Thank you, Deputy Looney.
Hey Vagia...
Jake, allow me to present Dr. Willard Tyrell Bass.
I'm shriveling.
ELLEN: Yup. Care for a beer?
Drove.
Go.
Now Imagine he’s white
Yeah.
She asleep, baby?
[WHISPERS] Night, baby.
James Lewis Willard.
-You ready? HANNAH: Uh-huh.
TONYA: Daddy.
Evelyn, get me the state file on race statistics.
Innocent! He's Innocent!
...while I tell you this story.
[TIRES SKIDDING AND MEN LAUGHING]
First it'll just be the bugs eating at you.
But still one of the good guys.
Carl Lee Hailey's on trial because he's black.
Jake, baby.
He has his license, his credentials are impeccable.
ELLEN: Turn around.
You said you'd withdraw if it got too dangerous.
You're not? Absolutely not.
Uh, actually, no.
The jury has to identify with the defendant.
Mm-mm. Not this time, baby. Daddy's gotta stay here and work.
[SIRENS WAILING]
-Buddy, where the hell is Roark? -I got no clue.
...in a sealed envelope.
ETHEL: Not a one.
The defence rests your honor
To make that jury see this whole case-- This whole case through your eyes.
-Isn't Daddy smart? HANNAH: Mm-hm.
[ALARM RINGING]
I see. Well, let me ask you something.
Court will recess for lunch.
-Yeah. -Shazam.
God help me, Gwen, but...
Objection, Your Honor! Objection!
There's nothing to worry about.
Well, I might know a man who owes me a favor.
Your Honor, we have a right--
They got off, didn't they?
They called Gwen.
DWAYNE: Deputy Dwayne Powell Looney.
-Swiggy? -Lord, please let my car be fixed today.
...in a motel by the Dallas Police Department on September 11th, 1960.
You want me to put aside my empty, soulless, shady...
How you holding up?
[BOTTLE BREAKS]
Except the Nashy Klan.
Cheat like crazy.
Let's see, what else? Oh, genius runs in my family.
how is suzuki
-Shut up. TONYA: Daddy!
Turn him loose!
-Heard you had a little trouble last night. -Yes, sir.
Now, look, this week nothing, nothing has come in at all. Look.
You aren't? Absolutely not!
Well, not a lot of white lawyers would've took my brother Lester's case.
Reverend Street, I sure do appreciate your fine work...
I have no further questions, your honor.
-Your Honor, we would like to request bail. -Denied.
Court is adjourned till tomorrow morning 9:00.
ETHEL: Bud?
Ozzie says he's probably paralyzed.
Carl Lee Hailey.
...that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones.
Fact is, it just looks dead.
She.
-Are you kidding me? -No, relax.
So listen, I heard that Judge Noose turned down your change of venue.
Well, I am a liberal, Roark.
Send Greg Coyle a case of whatever that drunk is drinking
Spent time in Parchman. Got out last year.
I want you to stay.
JAKE: Carla loves this house.
So, um....
WOMAN 1: Brigance! Mr. Brigance! Mr. Brigance!
Way I figure, a nigger sheriff's okay, been on TV and all.
[SIGHS]
She's pulled into the air and her feet and legs go kicking....
Good butt.
That's not the truth.
...next time people are gonna die.
You sure you wanna be known as the man that defended that murderer?
Adam from the Passion play we known each other since we kids
...and did attempt to kill Dwayne Looney, a peace officer...
This is a man who is a confessed murderer.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
JAKE: Get him!
[LAUGHS]