- (EAGLE SCREECHING) - ♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO) ♪
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
EUGENE HOLCOMB: Hey! Keep walking.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
AGNES HOLCOMB: Good morning, sweetheart.
You didn't have to make breakfast.
I'm okay.
- AGNES: How was work? - (SIGHS)
Perps and paperwork.
AGNES: Bob Mark called last evening.
Yeah, I reached him back.
He said he might have another buyer for that property
up in Redding.
He shouldn't be talking to you about that.
- So we're not getting it? - It's complicated.
(CHILDREN TALKING UPSTAIRS)
But I'm working it out.
Look, you didn't, uh...
make a bad bet marrying a flatfoot.
I know I didn't.
I'm gonna get us out of this town, Agnes.
Scout's honor.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(EXHALES) All right, kids! Let's go! Get a move on.
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) - Rise and shine.
- CHILD: Good morning, Daddy. - There she is.
♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
RECEPTIONIST: (ON PHONE) Good morning,
the San Haven Home. Who may I connect you to?
Oh, good morning. Uh, I was hoping
you could provide me with some information.
RECEPTIONIST: Doctor or patient directory,
or is this in regard to potential residency?
Uh, yes. (CHUCKLES)
Well, yes, of course, r-- residency at, uh, at San Haven.
Could you please tell me what I need to...
RECEPTIONIST: We're at capacity,
but if you'd like to put down a deposit
and be added to our waiting list...
Oh, well, yes. Yes, of course. I got a wonderful recommendation
from someone who's actually there.
Um, name's McCutcheon.
- RECEPTIONIST: McCutcheon? - Yeah.
We have no one here by that name.
Is this a patient or an employee?
Uh, strange. Uh, a patient. Uh, you know what?
I would love to come back for a visit.
What was that address you gave me again?
THOMAS MILLIGAN: Your Honor, the people are requesting
an abbreviated pre-trial period.
This city, and the McCutcheon family
have suffered a devastating loss
and a prolonged legal proceeding,
not to mention the sensational news coverage
that will accompany it, will only make you, me,
and Mr. Mason complicit in exacerbating their anguish.
Your Honor, Mr. Milligan, in his rush to hang my clients,
he very conveniently forgot that everyone not only deserves
but has the right to a fair trial.
If these roles were reversed, and Brooks McCutcheon
was sitting where my clients now sit,
I'm sure his family would want enough time for a defense
to be prepared for him.
MILLIGAN: The roles would never be reversed
because Brooks McCutcheon was nothing like your clients.
- What, Mexican? - No, murderers.
- (INDISTINCT CLAMOR) - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
- (GAVEL BANGING) - JUDGE DURKIN: Quiet! Quiet!
- Quiet! Quiet! - (GAVEL BANGING CONTINUES)
Quiet in the gallery.
Gentleman, save your squabbling for the schoolyard.
Your Honor, I deserve adequate time for discovery.
Mr. Mason is simply looking to delay this trial
- for his own purposes. - Top one.
Uh, Your Honor, I think, um, the precedent agrees with me.
Supreme Court Justice Sutherland, who wrote last year
in Powell versus Alabama, that the accused,
which my clients are, in a capital case,
which this is, to have aid to counsel for his defense,
which I am, includes the right to have sufficient time
to advise with counsel and to prepare a defense
is one of the fundamental rights of the due process clause,
the 14th Amendment.
I'll take my chances on my interpretation
of the definition of "sufficient time"
versus Justice Sutherland's.
Trial is to commence on Monday, April 14th.
- If there's no other business-- - Uh, Your Honor...
we haven't discussed peremptory challenges.
And I'm assuming you would like to?
Well, since I'm defending two men,
I believe I have the right to disallow additional jurors
who might be hostile to my clients.
Isn't it safe to assume...
that if a juror is disagreeable to the defense counsel
on behalf of one of these brothers,
they will be equally disagreeable on the other half?
PERRY MASON: You can't just dump Rafael and Mateo
into the same trough. They're two individuals.
I'm sure they're both fascinating men
of great accomplishment, but what Counsel is asking for,
extra challenges on top of the twenty
he and I already have, it's a stall by any other name.
- Got it. - Uh, Your Honor,
pursuant to California Penal Code 1098,
"If the defendants are tried jointly,
the state and the defendants shall be entitled
to five additional challenges,
which may be exercised separately."
- So that's ten more challenges. - I can do the math.
Yes, of course, my apologies.
Um, it would also mean
that Mr. Milligan would have an additional ten.
A shameless delay ploy disguised
as a weak argument, Your Honor...
Unfortunately, not quite weak enough, counsel.
- Granted. - (GAVEL BANGING)
BAILIFF: All rise.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (DOOR CLOSES) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
REPORTER 1: Hey, Mason, ya think the judge's being fair?
REPORTER 2: Hey Mason, you got a statement for us?
After what Mr. Milligan so compassionately explained
about the reporting of this trial
causing the McCutcheon family so much pain,
I won't be giving a statement.
I'm sure Mr. Milligan will be refraining, also.
- Thank you. - REPORTER 3: Hey, can I get one question, please?
MILLIGAN: An unarmed victim, bloody, shot through the eye.
- Damning evidence against two... - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
Three weeks? We'll need three months for this trial.
...that there is no doubt they committed
this heinous crime.
(BELL RINGING)
(PRISONERS CHATTER)
Chow time!
(PRISONERS CHATTER)
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
MATEO GALLARDO: Hey! Give it back.
(LAUGHS)
Stupid spics.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Stop your pushin'.
- (GLASS PIECE CLINKS) - What's wrong?
(RAFAEL GALLARDO SPITS)
♪ (TENSE JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Fuck!
FRANK FINNERTY: (ON RADIO) Join us now for another hour
of truth and justice with Fighting Frank Finnerty!
(BABY CRYING)
I weep today, fellow citizens,
for the loss of one of the city's angels.
CHILD: Gotcha!
PEARL: Hey, girls, come on. Help me set the table.
- Please, thank you. - FRANK: (ON RADIO) Brooks McCutcheon,
a man with a heart as big as the Pacific Ocean, let die
- by the Mexican monsters. - PAUL DRAKE: Mo.
FRANK: (ON RADIO) The Hermanos Gallardo,
- Rafael and Mateo. - Mo...
- They, like many of their ilk... - ...you want to turn that down?
...are nothing more than devils...
- You don't like it... - ...who have been bred to terrorize...
- ...don't listen. - ...and commit murder.
There is, however, a cure to this putridness.
As you've heard me speak of before on this program,
mass deportation back to Mexico.
♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO) ♪
What's got you cooking, Mo?
(BABY CRYING)
(PEARL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
No work.
Trucks stopped coming around Central Ave,
three days in a row.
Nothing?
(BABY CRYING)
Wouldn't be if Perkins wasn't locked away.
He had his hand in everything. Forcing folks to hire down here.
Now that he's gone...
PEARL: All right.
No, they just gave us an absurd timeline to prepare.
I'm gonna be here eve--
HAZEL PRYSTOCK: (ON PHONE) Well, if I'm not up when you get in, wake me. Promise?
- Uh-huh. - HAZEL: Bye, sweetie.
- Yeah, bye. - HAZEL: Love you.
Is that what's her name?
(CHUCKLES)
I thought we both had to work.
We did, but did you really think we were gonna wait that long?
- How did you find me? - I followed your scent...
- (CHUCKLES) - ...easy.
- Hmm. Mm. - What?
Nothing. I just-- (CHUCKLES) I have been here, where you are,
too many times to count with all-night rewrites.
The stress and the anxiety and the cigarettes.
Oh, I thought the movie business
- was glamorous. - Oh, it's very glamorous.
Yes, we only smoke Turkish cigarettes,
which I have.
(CHUCKLES) What is that?
This is my laundry.
- (DELLA STREET CHUCKLES) - We have to eat.
- I have work to do. - Mm-hmm, I also have work to do.
I mean, Myrna Loy and Ramon Novarro need
something clever to say by 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Is there a reason we have to do it alone?
No.
Good. Oh, first thing's first.
Those are traditionally for the end of the meal.
I somehow knew you were going to say that.
- (CHUCKLES) - Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
See, I think I got yours by mistake.
Oh.
Do not let the unexpected derail you
from your goals.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Why don't we try one of those Turkish cigarettes?
Okay.
(LIGHTER FLICKERING)
I think you made me blush.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Currency.
Twenty-three, close it.
Uh...
Thought it might help pass the time a little.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
Now, your aunt said you wanted to be a mechanic,
but I didn't think I could sneak a whole car in for you
to work on, so what can I bring you?
- Just my family. - Sure.
Look, uh, I know it's late and--
It's not, not like we sleep much, anyway.
Well, it occurred to me, um, th-- I don't-- I don't know you
or your story as well as I should.
Um, how are things in here?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Did something happen?
- I'm your lawyer. - Somebody put glass in my food.
(EXHALES)
I'll try and get you some protection.
Look, the only way this is gonna work
is if we all trust each other.
How long have you been at the Hooverville?
A few years.
And where did you come from before that?
RAFAEL: Here.
We've always been from here.
Our parents had a farm, but the city folk came
and took it away from them to build a road on it.
Then we lived in an apartment on Sierra Street...
until it burned down.
I lost my family farm. Hard to let go.
What happened to yours?
Uh... I-- I forgot to pay my taxes.
- (CHUCKLES) - Yeah, look, um...
I do have to ask you something.
The DA said they found Rafael's fingerprints
- on Brooks' car. - That's impossible.
- I wasn't there. - They're lying.
I just needed to ask you, that's all.
I'll get your family here.
(CLOCK TICKING)
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Yes?
Your Honor, I was told you were still here.
- Sit. - Thank you.
DURKIN: Hmm.
Have you read it? Bestseller.
- I'm not much of a reader. - Oh.
Literature is always a boon to the theatrical barrister.
Uh, this one's a bit exotic for my taste.
Farms and weddings and such in China.
Papers say they're gonna get clobbered
by the Japanese any day now,
and whatever they're bowing and making rice about in here,
it's not looking like it's headed
- for a happily ever after. - Here not much does either.
So, what happily ever after are you looking for, Mr. Mason?
My clients are being abused in the jail upstairs.
I'd like ask for you to mandate their protection.
It's prison, Mr. Mason.
We don't appoint nannies to the ones
who aren't settling in well.
They're being targeted because of the notoriety of their case.
That's why it's always best to kill a nobody.
It seems to rankle fewer people.
- Your Honor. - (LAUGHS) At some point, Mr. Mason,
you must find all of your righteousness
just a bit exhausting. I need to be somewhere.
(DURKIN INHALING, EXHALING)
I can't say too many of your ilk come out on top,
but I've often admired their fight.
There was little of that idealism
when I began practicing in the 1890s.
I was just a boy back then.
When L.A. could've been anything.
Yeah, we were just a dirt patch by the sea.
Back then, I represented anyone who would pay my bills.
I suppose I always thought the whole city
- was just lawless back then. - No, we had 'em. Laws.
And they were applied more or less equally.
It was later they became more of a-- a tool.
But when you build the whole damn place,
you get to make the whole damn rulebook.
Maybe that's what makes it so hard to survive here
all these years later.
So few people have control over their own fate.
So as you dangle, you just hope
that whoever's got you out there will be compassionate.
(CLOCK TICKING)
All right, Mr. Mason... (EXHALES)
I'll think about doing something so that your clients
aren't such sitting ducks.
But I fear, on this case...
that's about as close as you're going to get
to a happily ever after.
- PERRY: Your Honor. - Mm.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
CAMILLA NYGAARD: Phippsy,
remind me to find out when we can expect
a geological report for any new wells.
STAFF: Miss Nygaard.
Mr. Mason and Miss Street.
MELVILLE PHIPPS: Ah. Melville Phipps.
- Miss Nygaard's attorney. - Perry Mason.
How do you do?
- Good to see you, Miss Nygaard. - Camilla, please.
- Mr. Mason. - Miss Nygaard.
People still drilling for new wells these days?
(CHUCKLES) Just tying up leases.
Whatever I get now, my competitors can't get later.
Competitors being the McCutcheons?
And the other asses.
I'm sorry, does my language offend you?
No, no, not at all. Go right ahead.
Because that's downright polite
compared to what they've called me.
But we do actually try to all be more civil in our old age.
Create some rules. Work together, when it serves.
Helps to keep the peace.
This is called a reformer. Helps to firm the core.
How is your core, Mr. Mason?
Pretty good.
Well, I'm sure your clients admire
that level of confidence.
Perhaps we should get down to the reason for your visit.
Oh, Phippsy, you make it all sound so mysterious.
I'm sure they're here to talk about Brooks McCutcheon.
What else could it be?
It's certainly not tips on exercising.
I remember at the recital, you spoke warmly of Brooks.
- Did you know him well? - Oh, since he was a boy.
I actually, uh, gave him piano lessons.
PERRY: Was he any good?
Uh, about as good as he was at anything else.
The poor man. He was like a French realist painting.
Nice to look at, nothing below the surface.
No core?
We've been looking into his business dealings.
- The gambling ship, for one. - God, that disaster.
And his real estate issues.
Well, the banks funding his stadium project,
they went belly up in '31,
so he came to me hoping I would step in.
- Did you? - Oh, not a chance.
Besides, he was trying to do it behind his father's back.
We have rules about that sort of thing.
Helps keep the peace?
CAMILLA: Oh, more than you know.
What about San Haven and what's there?
No. No, Mr. Mason.
I'll have a little fun with you,
but I don't traffic in tawdry rumors.
We didn't mean to overstep.
Then he should keep that folly to himself.
The Lawson girl's family has been through quite enough.
MELVILLE: Camilla, we have that eleven o'clock.
I'm aware.
Della, we're having another concert on the eighth.
I'll make sure Phippsy has your address.
Thank you.
- Mr. Mason. - PERRY: Miss Nygaard.
Thank you, Phippsy.
- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) - (SIGHS)
San Haven?
The number I found in Brooks's wallet.
- (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
NURSE: Hello, Mr. Cunningham.
Looks like you're doing much better today. (CHUCKLES)
- Oh, thank you. - (NURSE CHUCKLES)
- Can I help you find someone? - Uh, yes, Lawson.
Miss Lawson doesn't take visitors.
Oh, I'm here in a legal capacity.
I can't let you in unless you're immediate family.
Not according to the law.
Muldoon vs. Clearview Hospital 1916.
Attorneys are granted full access to meet
with patients even when residing
in privately run facilities.
I clerked for the justice who wrote the opinion.
I can get you a copy.
Perhaps you should speak with our administrator.
- Excuse me, for a minute. - Sure.
(CLEARS THROAT)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - PERRY: Miss Lawson?
Miss Lawson?
(CAMERA CLICKS, CREAKS)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) - (DOOR OPENING)
(TROLLEY RATTLING)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(DOOR CLOSING)
Miss Lawson, I-- I'm sorry.
Miss Lawson?
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Miss Lawson?
Miss Lawson, um, I am sorry.
- Excuse me. - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
Sir! You're not supposed to be in here!
PERRY: I was just going.
DELLA: Maybe the Lawsons are Brooks' in-laws?
No, no, no, those are the Claibornes.
Della, try and run down what you can
on the Lawson woman. First name Noreen.
Maybe 30. Brother's name starts with a V.
Marion, run down what you can on a Noreen Lawson,
approximately 30, and her brother,
- first name starts with a V. - With a V, got it.
- I've got other things to do. - (PAUL DRAKE CLEARING THROAT)
Well, I'm headed to the Hooverville
to verify the brothers' timeline.
- Make sure that it'll hold up. - I want to focus on Holcomb.
Do you really buy Holcomb killing Brooks
for losing him some money?
Well, maybe he wasn't losing it.
Maybe it was getting it back 'cause partnering in that boat
couldn't have been cheap.
So Holcomb figures he gets fuck-up Brooks
out of the way and fixes up the situation himself.
Turns that place around.
And he goes from owning half the Morocco
to owning all of it with one bullet.
- It holds water, right? - PAUL: Yeah.
So, how does Holcomb set the brothers up?
Right, so... (EXHALES)
Holcomb sees Rafael and Mateo rummaging
close to where he shot Brooks--
And puts the wallet in a trashcan down the way.
B-- Bingo, the brothers find it.
Right, 'cause which kid grubbing
for a two-cent bottle isn't going to go
for a fancy billfold just sitting there?
And the gold coin inside.
And Holcomb knows they're gonna pawn it,
so it's only a matter of time before the cops round 'em up
and LA's got themselves the perfect patsies.
Two Mexican kids ready-made to go from the front page
to the gallows in ten seconds flat.
I don't buy it.
Why not?
We can't prove Holcomb did any of it.
Can't prove he put anything
in a garbage can or wanted to take over the Morocco
or had anything to do with the murder.
But it's reasonable doubt. Just planting a seed.
- Milligan will rip it apart. - (DOOR OPENING)
MARION KANG: Excuse me. Mr. Mason...
- Yeah? - Linda's on the phone.
PERRY: Thank you.
You're a real wet blanket, you know that?
Make a better case, and I won't be.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (BUTTON RATTLING) - (INHALES SHARPLY, GROANS)
- I won. - No, you didn't. Another round.
(BUTTON THUDDING)
What?
Is this how it's gonna be...
- you know, until we-- - Don't think about it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You already owe me six cigarettes.
Switch. That doesn't count. Let's play again.
No, no, no, let's go again, but this time,
I'm on this side. Here you go. Here you go. Here you go.
Here you go.
I'll take that.
What's that noise?
You really think that was gonna work?
I'm not losing another round.
Then you need to learn to toss better than a fucking gorilla.
(CHUCKLES)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(DOG BARKING)
Do you happen to know the Gallardos?
- No, I sure don't. - (GUNSHOTS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Steady. There he is! Over there!
Hey, there.
Okay! Lower that down for me. Thank you, sweetheart.
We're just shooting the rats for supper. We're allowed.
You are.
- But where'd you get that? - Found a dime and rented it.
Huh? Who rents guns?
(DOG BARKING)
CHILD: That's him in the hat.
(WHISPERS) Thanks.
- Come on. - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Do you live with anyone?
- A dad, an uncle, grandpa? - Our pops.
- What's his name? - CHILD: Eustis.
- Eustis what? - You got another nickel?
(DOG BARKS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Go, go! - (DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
I hear you're a man to see.
- Depends on where you heard it. - Fella, Eustis Beck.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- What you're looking for? - PAUL: Uh, nothing too big.
Maybe a .32.
TWIST: Take your pick.
- How much for the whole day? - Dollar, with full chambers.
Here's a Lincoln for all five of 'em.
All yours, killer.
PAUL: Hey...
don't you want to know what I want 'em for?
You want all five of those for the day,
I sure as hell don't want to know why.
And don't come back here and fucking tell me neither.
Uh huh.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- PERRY: Hi. - Hi.
- Come on in. - (EXHALES)
I'm sorry, this is so last-minute.
- Oh. - Uh, I-- Thank you.
I had a chance to restack at the library,
and if I do an overnight,
then I get an extra day off this summer.
- Hey. - It's just for one night.
Just like the Army. Huh? What do you think, Captain?
- (EXHALES) - Yeah.
- Yeah? - Hmm.
- Why don't you go take a look. - Yeah.
Sorry, he just needs, uh, a minute to warm up.
Yeah, of course.
So, uh, is the tent
because you didn't have any actual furniture?
- Uh, no. Maybe it's just fun. - Oh.
- Yeah. - I brought groceries.
- Oh, don't need them. - Right--
I stopped at the market. Yep, welcome to the Mess.
- LINDA: Oh, beans? - PERRY: Yes.
You know, the real trick to a group of men sitting around
eating beans is that they actually do it outdoors.
You realize you insulted me less when we were married.
I know how to do this.
I'm sorry. I appreciate it.
I do.
You know, moving back to L.A. was not exactly what he wanted.
Anyway, I was actually hoping that he might get to know
his father a little bit better.
Of course.
(SIGHS) Well, I should go.
Teddy, I have to go. Give me a hug.
Mm. TEDDY MASON: Do you have to?
(SOFTLY) It's just for one night, okay?
I am gonna call you in the morning,
and he just needs to be at school by eight o'clock.
- Got it. - Okay.
- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) - (DOOR OPENING)
- PERRY: Good luck stacking. - LINDA: Oh, thank you.
- PERRY: Enjoy. Bye. - (DOOR CLOSING)
So w-- I know it's not your birthday
for a couple months, but guy in the store said
this is top of the line. You just pull down.
A Lionel Electric!
Oh yes, there's even a secret switch
so you can steer onto a second track.
Want to set it up right now? How about over by the tent?
Ah, but I have to do my homework first.
What? It's still early.
Yeah, you know what? You do your homework.
We'll set this up after. How about that?
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- Hey, uh, Dad? - Yeah.
You know any Latin?
We use a lot of it, uh, for legal terms, yeah.
Okay, um, I need to conjugate gaudere.
It means "to be joyful."
Gaudeo, gaudes, gaudet, gaudemus, gaudent.
But is the second person plural gaudetis?
You want to go see a movie?
- (ROARS) - (ACTOR SCREAMING IN FILM)
(ROARING TRANSITIONS TO MACHINERY THUMPING)
LYDELL MCCUTCHEON: We've been holding back production
on these eight pumpers, but demand is coming back,
and we're gonna need the supply,
so let's open the taps and let 'em run.
Mr. McCutcheon, this fella says he's got
- an appointment with you. - Name's Dick Rile, sir.
I was doing some business with your late son.
Give us a minute.
I'm sorry to trouble you with this, so soon and all,
but Brooks hadn't paid me in a couple months.
Two hundred and forty dollars exact.
We didn't have nothing written,
so, uh, I figured you were the fella to see now. (CHUCKLES)
It's fine, Mr. Rile.
Business must always be settled, debts paid.
Oh, yeah.
Now, before I settle my son's accounts,
- I want assurances from you. - Assurances?
Yes, that if anyone ever asks you anything
regarding my son, you say you never had
a lick of business with him.
Oh, I-- I wasn't ever gonna say nothing.
But you called me. Left messages. Showed up here.
Not saying nothing means it never passes your lips.
You can never think it because it is gone
from your mind forever. Gone forever.
I-- I-- I understand.
I hope you do, but I have to be certain.
(GROANS, SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
I believe my son's been made good, Mr. Rile.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- GINNY AIMES: Good morning. - PERRY: All right.
- GINNY: Good morning. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
GINNY: Good morning. Good morning.
- Good morning, Teddy. - Good morning, Miss Aimes.
Look, I said I'll speak to her, and you won't get in trouble.
Well, I don't think we have any rules
about bringing your son to school on a motorbike.
Though you are getting quite an eyeful
from some of the other parents.
Um, yeah-- look, T-- eh,
Teddy didn't finish his homework.
GINNY: Oh...
He, uh, he s-- stayed the night at my place last night.
- Have a great day, bud. - Bye, Dad.
Yeah, I, um, Linda and I divorced.
Hmm. Well, Teddy shows no sign of it.
And the other children don't seem to know.
Well, I'm sure Linda would like it
if you helped keep it that way. Um, for-- for Teddy.
Oh, of course. I understand.
It-- it was just his first night at my apartment.
I-- I wanted him to have fun, so I took him to the movies.
- GINNY: What did you see? - Uh, King Kong.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Were there no burlesque houses open for you to take him to?
(CHUCKLES) I'm glad you find it funny 'cause that
fucking dinosaur fight gave him nightmares.
Pardon my language.
I won't hold it against you,
the language or the movie choice.
Oh, and I'll tell Teddy he can make up
his homework tonight.
Good morning, Vanessa. One, two, three, four, five...
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
- Morning, Marion. - MARION: Mr. Mason.
- Mm-hmm. - They wouldn't sign in.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(GATE THUDDING)
(HORSE GALLOPING)
If you wanted to speak with me, McCutcheon,
you could've picked up a phone.
If I had wanted to pick up a phone, I would have.
- What do you want? - LYDELL: Mason Dairy,
that was your family's farm, wasn't it?
Yeah.
You must appreciate a good horse.
Maybe you don't know much about where milk comes from.
Pull on a horse, you're in trouble.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Some of my fondest memories of me and Brooks
are on horseback.
Riding is a fine thing to pass on to a son.
Why did you take this case?
You were doing fine in your little niche practice.
Maybe I like stacked odds.
You've been digging into my son's affairs.
Well...
I'd like you to consider finding
- another hole to dig in. - What hole do you suggest?
LYDELL: Any one that isn't full of mud
to drag his good name through.
You have to understand what Brooks's death has done
to his widow...
his children...
frankly,
what it's done to me.
(EXHALES) There were other versions of my son,
as there are other versions of all of us.
Is there a version that includes Noreen Lawson?
I've encountered many people like you in my life, Mr. Mason.
The chip on the shoulder.
The great savior.
Martyr to the cause.
I just see it as making things fair.
You think by getting the Gallardo boys off,
their life will take some remarkable turn
toward success?
I think we both know with you that the opposite is true.
That poor Emily Dodson girl.
All you went through for her.
Jail was where she really belonged,
but instead, you worked tirelessly
to have her set free, and for what?
Just so she could walk into Lake Tahoe?
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Even when you win, Mr. Mason, you lose, and in the end
what are you left with?
Emily might've disappointed me...
but with all his breeding and advantages,
just remember I'm standing here because of who disappointed you.
Keep digging into my son, and I will burn you.
And no one will give a damn.
You can go.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOT)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
Hey.
What?
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
- When did you find out? - About three months ago.
Why didn't you tell me?
I don't know.
I don't.
Those postcards started showing up a while back,
and I just thought it was her ranting.
What-- what was I supposed to do?
You're the one she reached out to.
PERRY: Yeah, and why do that to me?
Why do that to anyone?
Tell them you're gonna kill yourself
to be together with your kid again.
Call a headshrinker, not your lawyer.
You could have called one for her.
You don't think that's all I do is--
is think about what I should've done?
I sh-- I should've gone up there. I should've.
I should've stopped her. I should've--
Maybe I could've shaken some sense into her.
You were never gonna do that.
Yes, but I'm-- I might have.
Della, I never thought she would go through with it.
Jesus, Perry. (INHALES DEEPLY)
So that's what we've been doing all this time?
Giving up criminal cases,
me walking on eggshells...
all because you're torn up about Emily?
For fuck's sake, Perry, you should've told me.
When I said we're in this together,
I meant it. We're partners.
But when are you ever not alone in anything?
I'm sorry.
(DELLA SIGHS)
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Leave 'em on the bed.
You rent this gun to these boys?
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (GUNS COCK) - (EXHALES)
I'm gonna take that as a yes.
That's not the answer I wanted. Not by a damn sight.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Now, I'm gonna keep those other .32s.
I'm gonna call that your cost of doing business.
Get the fuck out.
- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (DOG BARKING)
♪ (SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYING) ♪