American Crime Story

[Marcia is in Oakland with Chris, celebrating the birthday of a friend of his, Byron]

Darrell:
Now, I’m not saying that he did it –

Marcia Clark:
[clapping her hand over his mouth] Darrell! Darrell, we had a rule! First one who mentions the goddamn case drinks!

Darrell:
Fine by me. [downs his shot] I’m not saying that he did it. The jury’s still out.

Marcia Clark:
Yeah, that is right.

Darrell:
But I heard he was making some TV show about Navy SEALs, or some shit, where he was trained to kill.

Marcia Clark:
Yeah, yeah. Frogmen.

Darrell:
Yeah, that’s it! They showed him all these kinds of techniques, how to sneak around, and kill people with knives. Cut throats and…slash their legs, all that.

Byron:
Why aren’t you talking about that in court?

Christopher Darden:
Because the jury would be able to separate from TV and real life. Look, we’re strong enough without that kind of crap.

Byron:
The cops framed his ass anyway.

Marcia Clark:
[smiling] Is that right, Byron?

Christopher Darden:
Oh, no. You’re on your own now, brother.

Marcia Clark:
No, no, no, no, no. Come on, come on, come on, come on! What’s your theory?

Byron:
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.

[Chris laughs, knowing what’s coming]

Marcia Clark:
Okay. [stubs out her cigarette and clears a space around her on the bar. She holds up a shot glass] Here’s the crime scene, Bundy. [puts it down and picks up another glass] Here’s O.J.’s house. [puts it down some way away from the other shot glass] Okay. Fuhrman 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 Fuhrman’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. Even though the police didn’t have Simpson’s blood until the next day. 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 fibres 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. [imitates explosion]

Christopher Darden:
And all this for an unknown killer.

Byron:
[smiles, and throws his hands up] Maybe.

Marcia Clark:
[laughing] No!