- (CRICKETS CHIRPING) - (GATE RATTLING)
RAFAEL GALLARDO: That's enough. Hurry up. Let's go!
MATEO GALLARDO: I got it.
RAFAEL: Hurry up. Let's go, let's go. Vamos.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(MATEO SHUSHES)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(ALL PANTING)
SOFÍA: (IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) I know.
(IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) Come on, Rafa.
(OWL HOOTING)
(RADIO STATIC)
♪ (GENTLE JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(IN SPANISH)
- No. - No?
Huh?
Hey.
(IN ENGLISH) We'll have good memories again.
Get back everything we lost. Hmm?
Have our own place.
A family.
Will you marry me, Sofía?
Sí.
- Sí. - (RAFAEL CHEERS)
(IN SPANISH)
(BOTH LAUGH)
- (MATEO LAUGHING) - (RAFAEL CHEERING)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(WHISPERS) I love you.
(ROTARY PHONE DIALING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Pick up. (SIGHS)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
♪ ("CORRINE, CORRINA" BY RED NICHOLS PLAYING ON RADIO) ♪
- GINNY AIMES: Get that? - PERRY MASON: No.
♪ Ain't had no loving, baby ♪
Since you've been gone ♪
- Perry. - Mm-hmm.
What time are you due in court today?
- (TELEPHONE CONTINUES RINGING) - About an hour.
- Perry. - Yeah?
What are you doing?
Have you ever been to Yosemite?
I haven't.
Your trousers are on your toy train.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
It's an amazing place to ride horses.
I'm sure it is, especially right into the sunset.
Best time.
- (SIGHS) - We should go.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
Right now.
I think others need us today.
I don't know how to fight this case.
I don't.
Well...
you have 58 minutes.
Figure it out.
Can't wait to hear all about it.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Oh, stop calling, Della.
- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (CROWD CLAMORING)
Ready?
- Are you? - Do I have a choice?
Good luck.
- Thanks. - Thanks.
FRANK FINNERTY: Join us now for another hour
of truth and justice with Fighting Frank Finnerty.
As the most important trial our city has seen
in a great while commences, I ask you this.
Why is it only the witnesses
must swear to tell the whole truth?
Why isn't the same oath administered to the attorneys?
For what was exhibited in the opening statements
of the McCutcheon murder trial was a display
- of the highest integrity on one hand... - BAILIFF: All rise!
FRANK: ...and utter deceit on the other.
Please be seated.
THOMAS MILLIGAN: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
Rafael and Mateo Gallardo,
the men you see before you today,
are guilty of murder in the first degree.
They killed Brooks McCutcheon, a beacon of hope for this city.
And for what? Couple of bucks and a gold coin?
And don't be fooled by their sob story of poverty
and suffering because in these times,
who here hasn't seen hardship of one sort or another?
But who among you has resorted to murder as the remedy?
None of you, of course.
Except for these two men right here.
Weak of character, devoid of humanity,
of innate decency, cold-blooded, malicious...
Ladies and gentlemen, this prosecution maintains
that Brooks McCutcheon
was our city's last great shining star.
And therefore, you do wonder who would want to harm
such a fine man.
But when we introduce you to the real Brooks McCutcheon,
you won't be asking who in this town wanted him killed,
you'll be asking who in this town didn't?
- (CROWD MURMURS) - (CAMERAS SHUTTER CLICK)
THOMAS: And the punishment must serve as an example
to the people of this city that barbaric behavior
of this magnitude will not be tolerated.
This prosecution is intent on manipulating,
swaying, influencing opinion in the worst possible way.
These proceedings have already become nothing less
- than a racist witch hunt. - (CROWD MURMURING)
FRANK: The jury in this case is not limited to 12.
For you, fellow citizens, are also on the jury.
And we must make sure that no one is allowed
to destroy the integrity of our laws, our liberty,
and our City of Angels!
VINCENT TAYLOR: District seven is becoming
one of the finest in all of Los Angeles.
So it is my great pleasure to officially open
the new Hope Street Park.
It's a shining example of what can be achieved
when we all work together.
Smile for the cameras, ladies.
- There we are. (LAUGHS) - (APPLAUSE)
Great job. Wonderful. Pleasure.
Now, where is this cake that I've heard so much about?
SERVER: Right here, Councilman.
Thank you very much.
- Councilman Taylor. - VINCENT: Thank you.
PAUL DRAKE: May I borrow a minute of your time?
I got my hands full at the moment.
- Perhaps you can try my office. - I tried, but they told me
your hands were pretty full down there too.
Well, my district has a lot of needs.
This one's outside your district, Councilor.
Get to your point.
I'm just trying to find out how your sister Noreen
ended up there.
It was a car accident.
And was Brooks McCutcheon driving?
I work for the attorneys representing the boys
arrested in the case.
How does what happened to Noreen
have anything to do with Brooks's death?
No, no, I'm just trying to get a full picture of the man.
Brooks knew Noreen in some capacity.
She worked for his company. So what?
PAUL: You know, I'm also wondering
how that stadium project of his fits into all this
since it's in your district.
You know, I don't really like investigators.
Especially shadowy ones
who step in places they aren't welcome.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
It was a car accident.
And it's a private family matter.
And it's gonna stay that way.
So your investigation?
It ends here.
Ladies, this pound cake is something.
The people call Mr. Brian Walsh to the stand.
THOMAS: Mr. Walsh, what is your occupation?
I'm a bus driver for the city.
And what is the route that you drive?
Across town along Santa Monica Boulevard
from Vermont Avenue to Ocean Avenue.
What time of day do you drive?
BRIAN WALSH: Six p.m. to six a.m.
And how long have you been driving this route?
Five years.
THOMAS: So, you must know the route and the stops very well then?
BRIAN: Mm, backwards and forwards.
THOMAS: Do you have a lot of regular passengers?
BRIAN: I know a fair amount of 'em
- by the way they look, sure. - Hey, Charlie.
THOMAS: And would you say that if someone of another race
were to get on your bus, you would notice them more?
Objection, leading.
- Sustained. - THOMAS: I'll be more direct.
Do you remember seeing the defendants
board your bus on the evening of March 18th?
Yeah, at Santa Monica and Stanley.
How can I miss them?
Always watch those types careful.
THOMAS: Had you seen them before?
BRIAN: I have. Most Saturday nights.
THOMAS: Where'd they get off?
BRIAN: All the way to the end of the line.
What time did you get to the end of your route?
BRIAN: I make four round trips in a shift.
This was the second one,
and I got there, as always, at 12:05.
12:05. Now according to the coroner's report,
the time of death, which was a short walk
from the last bus stop, I should add, was 1:30 a.m.
Clearly enough time for Rafael and Mateo Gallardo
to make their way down to the pier, find a hiding spot,
and wait for an unsuspecting casino boat patron,
like Brooks McCutcheon.
- And seize upon him. - (CROWD MURMURING)
THOMAS: I'd like to thank you, Mr. Walsh,
for your appearance here today
and for your work every day on behalf of this city.
You're welcome.
Jury bought what he said. Don't push too hard.
Mr. Walsh, when the boys got off the bus,
did you see which direction they walked?
Towards the ocean, I guess.
I'm sorry, you guess?
You-- you-- you guess?
But you don't know?
Did you have any contact with 'em after they got off?
No.
Did you ask them where they were headed?
Did they just say,
"Oh, we're off to kill Brooks McCutcheon."
Objection, compound argumentative.
Sustained. Mr. Mason.
Apologies, rephrase. Um, Mr. Walsh, outside of seeing
the boys get off the bus at a specific time,
what else can you tell us
that you know they did or did not do that night?
- W-- I-- I guess nothing. - PERRY: Right.
They could've gone in a thousand different directions,
done a thousand different things.
You're currently in a very packed courtroom.
If a crime is committed a mile away from here
in a couple hours, you gonna testify one of us did it
'cause you see us here now, or are you going to guess?
Sure, if they look as shifty as you do, Mr. Maggot.
- (CROWD LAUGHING) - (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)
- (GAVEL BANGING) - JUDGE DURKIN: Order.
Look, don't start reading into anything.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
But-- but they laughed at you.
No, they laughed at what he said,
and that guy was a prick, pardon my language.
I saw the way some of the jury was looking at the boys.
Why didn't you object more?
There was nothing to object to.
My job now is to show the jury
anyone else that might be responsible for killing Brooks.
- Like who? - PERRY: I don't know.
Just another suspect to focus on.
Mr. Mason.
What if there was someone else...
who wanted him dead?
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
LUISA GALLARDO: I didn't know where else to keep it.
I thought if I kept it under here, maybe--
maybe God would protect it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WHISPERS) How much?
(WHISPERS) Two thousand dollars.
I think I should hold onto this.
- ♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC RESUMES) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOGS BARKING)
PERRY: Sixth and Spring.
TAXI DRIVER: You got it.
(ENGINE REVVING)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
I couldn't tell when the women knew they were hired,
either obviously before the murder,
or whether the boys confessed because they got caught.
Murder for hire?
How are you not more upset about this?
PERRY: Oh, believe me, I am,
but that whole robbery-gone-wrong bullshit
never sat right with me. This makes sense.
Now all we have to do
is find out who wanted Brooks dead.
PAUL: Hmm, two Gs, that's not chicken feed.
Holcomb maybe. He's never been shy about taking payoffs.
What about Councilman Taylor?
A civil servant salary covering that? I don't know.
But with all the kickbacks those boys get?
And he did turn six shades of red when I brought up Brooks.
Right, so Brooks somehow wrongs Taylor's sister--
Hold on, speculative.
PERRY: The councilman wants payback,
has to make it look like anything but a hit
so the McCutcheons don't suspect him.
So, he hires two young guys, probably at arm's length,
they knock off Brooks. No one's the wiser.
Wh-- what?
It's conjecture, all of it.
I know-- Della, we need-- we need something,
we need a roadmap.
But first, we need to talk to our clients.
- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Well, then we better start walking.
We're due in court in 25 minutes.
We'll have to ask for a recess.
Then we'll need a damn good reason.
The judge won't just grant us one.
Make some shit up.
Well, isn't that your department?
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) - Fair.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
BAILIFF: All rise.
DURKIN: Be seated.
- Your honor... - HAMILTON BURGER: Your honor,
the people would like to request a recess
so we may confer with defense counsel.
Life in prison for both with no chance for parole
regardless of which one admits to pulling the trigger.
The Gallardos will be placed in San Quentin,
no petitioning to be moved to a more lenient site
at any point during the entire length of the incarceration.
You mean their lifetimes?
The brothers must confess in open court
to the events of the evening, plead guilty to all charges,
and allow their elocution to be... (CLEARS THROAT)
...broadcast on the radio.
- It's a good offer. - HAMILTON: Mm.
Ms. Street's right.
I just want to know why you're making it.
Yeah.
'Cause you were right, Della, they're just kids.
We've had enough suffering, the McCutcheon family,
and yes, even the Gallardo family. (SIGHS)
This trial is already putting the city on edge.
And you were right too, Mason.
I don't want things getting ugly.
You know, compassion is also part of my job.
Then let them suffer a little less.
Twenty-five, and they come up for parole in 15.
Not a chance. No, no, no. Anything less... (CHUCKLES)
...I would get strung up along with 'em.
- Thirty, and they're eligible-- - Hamilton. What is all this?
Because up until today, you were the hang-'em-high guy.
Suddenly, you're the prince of mercy?
THOMAS: You don't like the deal?
You can let the train go by and take your chances on foot.
Oh, I know you want me to. You gotta hate this deal.
HAMILTON: Doesn't matter what he thinks.
What I'm offering gets the death penalty off the table,
saves your clients' lives. It's the best you're gonna do
and as much as I am ever going to offer.
Take it to your clients.
Get back to me by the end of the day.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hamilton could barely look me in the eye.
Who got to him?
I don't know, Lydell, the councilman?
Who else could it be?
What do they know that we don't?
And why would Ham give in to them?
It wasn't just about getting some money.
Then what was it?
Truth this time.
You know that big stadium they built a few years ago?
McCutcheon Stadium? Sure.
That used to be our neighborhood.
- Our whole family lived there. - (BELL RINGING)
The police...
- they came in. - ♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Like stampeding bulls, not giving a shit
what they stomped on.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - POLICE OFFICER 1: LAPD, open up!
POLICE OFFICER 2 OVER MEGAPHONE: You're all trespassing on McCutcheon property!
- POLICE OFFICER 1: Police! - (ALL SCREAM)
- (GROANS) - RAFAEL: Leave my brother alone!
- (INDISTINCT CLAMORING) - LUISA: Mateo!
- (CLAMORING CONTINUES) - (SOBBING) Mateo!
(RAFAEL GROANS) Sofía! Let go of me!
POLICE OFFICER 1: Burn it to the ground!
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
RAFAEL: And in all the confusion...
- ROSANNA GALLARDO: Rafa! - POLICE OFFICER 3: Move, now!
RAFAEL: ...we lost sight of our little sister.
RAFAEL: Rossana! Rossana!
- (ROSANNA SCREAMING) - RAFAEL: Rossana!
Rosanna!
- Rossana! - (ROSANNA SCREAMING)
I could hear her screaming.
Until I couldn't.
I'm-- I'm sorry. I-- I can't even imagine.
The DA has offered a deal.
You both plead guilty.
Life, no parole.
- What if we don't take it? - Rafa.
What would happen?
You can't escape justice. You killed a man.
Yes, but out of desperation. Out of hunger.
- MATEO: I hated him. - We weren't the only ones.
You took a life,
for whatever reason. There's no taking that back.
But like you just said,
your finger wasn't the only one on that trigger.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Now, whoever's pressuring the DA has got clout.
And if they're pushing Burger with-- with just what we know,
what happens when we dig in
and get closer to who's really behind this?
It'll make the DA offer something better.
Wouldn't you?
Yeah, I would.
Well, we don't know anything more.
You know who hired you.
That's the first rung on the ladder.
All I need is a name.
- I'm in. - (SIGHS)
- What about you, Mateo? - MATEO: I don't know.
- It's risky. - So?
What, you want to take the deal?
At least Maria would still have a father she can come and see!
I won't die in here!
And it's like Mr. Mason said,
we don't have to go down for this alone.
But he can't guarantee anything.
Can you?
No.
If we lose, you go to the gallows. I go home.
So you decide if you trust me.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(SIGHS) They're not taking it.
No?
This is good news. For both of us.
HAMILTON: Tommy.
You know, Mason passed the bar with only a few hours studying.
He's a lot craftier than you think.
(SCOFFS)
(DOOR CLOSING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - ♪ (GENTLE GUITAR PLAYING) ♪
- PAUL: Here he comes. - PERRY: I'm sorry.
Took a couple hours for the boys to give up a name. (PANTS)
- Ozzie Jackson. - He has rackets up on Central.
Central? I don't think a guy like that's got beef
with somebody like Brooks. We looking at a middleman.
Right.
Now we have a real chance to get 'em a better deal.
Yesterday we would've killed for any deal.
Della.
I know how to fight this now. I do.
Did you happen to get a description of this Ozzie Jackson fella?
Yeah.
Said you'll recognize him by his feet.
He's always wearing Converse sneakers.
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Hey.
You seen a grown man in sneakers working Central?
You figured my outta-work-ass hanging on the corners
with the hustlers and shit heels now, huh? (CHUCKLES)
♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO) ♪
Don't you worry, Mo.
Clara's been looking at apartments,
we'll be outta here real soon.
Ain't no rush.
Let me see.
Yeah. Central and 43rd.
He's part of Perkins' crew.
You sure you want to be sticking your nose in all that?
PAUL: Hmm.
This case starting to feel...
bigger than me.
MORRIS: But that ain't sayin' much now, is it.
Let me see that bicep again, Paul.
(BOTH LAUGH)
- Shut the fuck up. (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS)
Thank you, Mo.
Anytime.
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
A fella in Converse sneakers?
- CITIZEN: No. - PAUL: No?
♪ (MUSIC TURNS DRAMATIC) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (LIVE BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
For a Mr. Perkins.
PERKINS: Where'd you get these?
It was from the fella that took 'em.
Those and all the other ones that's got you jammed up
with them crackers downtown.
Never had one damn problem down here. Ran clean.
Now? I got eyes on me everywhere.
Just waiting for old Perkins to act like the gangster nigger
they want me to be.
Well, Mr. Perkins, word is Ozzie Jackson
the one paid them Mexican boys...
to push the button on that McCutcheon kid.
And, Mr. Perkins, somebody paid Ozzie.
And I guess whatever he got,
he must've forgot to-- to cut Mr. Perkins in.
How much he get?
PAUL: Well, I won't know that till you help me find him.
However, if I know about Ozzie,
then it's only a matter of time till the DA know,
and if he connect that to you, then...
Mr. Perkins, we ain't just talking about no
years at San Quentin.
We talking about a trip to the noose.
Now, I know you out on bail until the trial
for those racketeering charges.
Only person that can testify to the authenticity
of these photos is him what took 'em.
And if he keep quiet,
all the evidence they got against you get thrown out.
So you help me get with Ozzie,
and I'm gonna help you... get with Mr. Snaps.
That's a fair trade.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(LIGHTER FLICKS)
- ♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪ - (SIRENS WAILING)
(SIGHS)
♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
SEYMOUR BARSTON: The center ridges come from the right
- and exit the same side here. - And this you would say
is the distinguishing characteristic
of Rafael Gallardo's fingerprint?
- SEYMOUR: Yes. - Now, just so we're very clear
for the jury.
It's basically impossible
for two people to have
the exact same fingerprint pattern?
- That is correct. - THOMAS: Now, Mr. Barston,
there is a photograph just to the left of the jury
of the steering wheel of Mr. McCutcheon's car
where a fingerprint was found.
Now, you've compared that with Mr. Gallardo's, correct?
- Yes. - THOMAS: And what did you conclude?
Uh, the loop pattern and individual characteristics,
I've identified 12 of them, all match.
- (JURY MEMBER CLEARS THROAT) - THOMAS: Meaning?
Uh, the print on the steering wheel
is Rafael Gallardo's.
THOMAS: Thank you, Mr. Barston.
PERRY: Mr. Barston.
Would you mind if we did a little experiment?
Experiment?
Yes, uh, a fingerprint experiment.
Your honor, this is a courtroom,
not a grammar school science lesson.
- What is the purpose of this, Mr. Mason? - (CROWD LAUGHING)
PERRY: Oh, we-- I'm trying to establish
not just what fingerprints look like,
but how this whole process works,
and I do think it's necessary for the jury
to fully understand the evidence.
Keep it brief.
Thank you, your honor. M-- may I? Thank you.
Now, Mr. Barston...
would you please choose a thumb and place it firmly
on this ink blotter?
Thank you. Now,
would you place that thumb down on this piece of paper?
Perfect. Take that same thumb,
press it on the ink blotter once again.
Now, instead of placing it down on that piece of paper,
this time, could you please place it on this
piece of tape, sticky-side up?
Thank you. Now, Mr. Barston,
when you look at the two images of your own thumb,
what do you notice?
One is slightly more smudged than the other.
Nothing else?
Uh, well, because you used the tape, one is backwards.
One is backwards.
Precisely. One is backwards. Now, with that in mind...
would you please take a closer look at this photograph
of Rafael Gallardo's left forefinger
and the other, same finger, same fingerprint but discovered
on Brooks McCutcheon's steering wheel
and tell me the difference?
I-- I don't see any difference.
PERRY: And you're right because they're a match,
but there is one problem.
This image was developed with a backward negative.
Now, we know this because the numbers and letters
on the side of the negative are reversed.
Oh, pretty hard to see,
so I took the liberty of blowing them up.
This is the corrected image.
Now, with that corrected image in mind,
would you please, Mr. Barston...
take another look at these two images...
and tell me the difference?
The fingerprint is backwards.
Mr. Barston, is it possible that the defendant
could place his own fingerprint on the steering wheel backwards?
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
No, it's-- it's not possible naturally.
PERRY: Only someone who had taken his fingerprint
and tried to transfer it could,
so that it would produce a mirror image, am I correct?
Yes.
Someone like the police or Mr. Milligan's investigators.
- Objection, complete speculation! - (CROWD MURMURING)
(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)
PERRY: No further questions, your honor, thank you!
- (GAVEL BANGING) - DURKIN: Sustained.
The jury will disregard Mr. Mason's latest comment.
(GAVEL BANGING)
- DURKIN: Order! - No, they won't.
I'm not sure I should be doing this.
Just trust me.
♪ (PIANO MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE) ♪
- MYRTLE: Hi. - ANITA ST. PIERRE: Hey, there.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
DEE DEE'S SINGER: ♪ Green celebs ♪
♪ And stage satellites Social deads ♪
♪ And higher hat-a-lites ♪
♪ Masses, classes Doing the uptown lowdown ♪
♪ Where they spend Their simoleons just to watch ♪
♪ Those Creoleans Skipping, hipping ♪
I'm gonna meet some of my friends.
♪ Doing the uptown lowdown ♪
♪ You'll find laughter After midnight ♪
♪ That's their playtime Their hidey-hey-time ♪
- ♪ What prices, amen ♪ - Yeah!
♪ Bankers With their Cinderella-tives ♪
♪ I'm lonesome and blue But when I look at you ♪
♪ There's one thing I know it's true... ♪
Are you enjoying it?
Immensely.
- Good. - (CHUCKLES)
You deserve it.
After your heroics in court today.
Oh, that was mostly Perry.
♪ I've waited a lifetime, I've waited a nighttime... ♪
Was he in the courtroom? I didn't notice.
♪...Made me blue ♪
♪ I wouldn't be waiting I wouldn't be hating ♪
♪ If I had a girl like you ♪
- Oh, I almost forgot. - What?
I love you too.
♪ ...I'm feeling the way I do ♪
♪ I hope That I've found someone ♪
♪ Who really can be true ♪
♪ I wouldn't be dreaming I wouldn't be scheming ♪
♪ If I had a girl like you ♪
- ♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪ - (BRUSHING AGAINST WOOD)
- Hello. (CHUCKLES) - PERRY: Hi. Now, I know that
the dip you brought over didn't quite curl your toes,
but these are pickles from Canter Brothers
on Brooklyn Avenue.
Much more romantic than flowers. Thank you.
PERRY: You're welcome.
You have a nice place.
Thank you.
Is there anything you don't do?
Small talk.
Noted.
GINNY AMES: I heard on the radio
things went well for you in court today.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Yeah. Yeah, I guess we might've turned a corner.
GINNY: Hmm.
I guess you might have more of a case than you thought?
I guess.
- Hmm. - Do you want a hand?
I do.
Okay.
Take off your shirt.
Might get dirty.
- (DOOR SLAMS) - ♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Yeah, yeah, I can get there.
How'd you find me?
Okay.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
I'll be back soon.
Sorry.
(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
Right this way.
- OZZIE JACKSON: They got some real nice clubs up there. - (PERKINS LAUGHING)
OZZIE: We had us a good old time. Mm-hmm.
Our inquiring man.
I don't know you.
You do now. So accommodate our guest.
Go ahead.
You paid the Gallardo brothers to shoot Brooks McCutcheon?
What? Man, I'm not talking to this nigga. (GROANS)
PERKINS: You gonna answer every question this man's got.
One way or the other.
Now, hold up, professor.
Before we get to the other side of this conversation,
I think you need to pay your admission.
So now...
who's my Judas?
I'm afraid you lookin' at him.
Now, it wasn't supposed to go the way that it did,
but I ain't gonna testify against you, you got my word.
Your word? That it?
That's all I got. What else you need?
I need you to understand whose kingdom you in.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
I ain't mean no disrespect, Mr. Perkins.
And yet disrespect lingers in the air.
- Come on, now. - N-- Whoa, whoa.
Let's see what Mr. Word's really made of.
You want answers?
You gonna have to put a beat on the man till your fist ache.
What-- Wait, what?
- Hey! (GRUNTS) Hold on. Hold on. - What if I don't?
Then I'mma cut your fist clean off to the fucking bone.
OZZIE: What the fuck? Let me go.
I ain't got nothing to do with this.
I don't even know what you talking about.
Mr. Perkins, please. I never disrespect you, man.
You known me since a kid. Mr. Perkins, please.
- Look at me. - (BREATHES HEAVILY)
Did you pay the Gallardo brothers?
- (SIGHS) - (GROANS)
Who paid you to do a hit?
I do-- I don't know his name.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
- (GROANS, COUGHS) - Who? Who?
Some fancy cracker I had dealings with before.
Wait, what you mean before?
Got a hophead for a wife. Coming down for years to score.
Two, three times a week.
He found out and paid me to stop selling dope to her.
I ain't seen him since he came for the snuff job.
How much you get then?
(OZZIE BREATHING HEAVILY) Aw, man.
(SIGHS)
(GROANS, COUGHS)
- (GRUNTS) - Ten Gs!
Okay, and then you-- and then you gave two grand
to the Gallardos off the top?
You brought all that heat down here and didn't kick
- nothing back to me? Nigga-- - PAUL: Wait, wait.
- Okay, what about the deal? - (OZZIE BREATHING HEAVILY) Fuck.
The deal. You stopped selling H to his wife.
OZZIE: She ain't been around in a while.
But if she ain't dead, they always come back.
Listen, look at me. What kinda car she drive?
I don't know the make. Lincoln maybe.
Blue thing, that's all I can tell you.
Okay, okay, okay.
- OZZIE: Fuck! - Okay.
- I got everything I need now. - I don't think you did.
Look like this boy still holding out on you.
So we ain't leaving until you get a full confession.
- OZZIE: Please, man. - And he atone for his sin.
Come on, man. Motherfucker, I told you everything I know!
Please! Perk, you ain't gotta do this! Please, man!
No more.
(GROANS) Please no!
No! Please!
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
- CLARA DRAKE: You okay? - (SIGHS)
- Yeah, yeah. - CLARA: Hmm.
What's wrong?
Hmm?
Clara...
CLARA: Hmm?
Am I good?
You're good, baby.
You're good.
Rest.
Rest, baby.
- Okay. - Hmm. (INHALES DEEPLY)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- You wanted to see me, boss? - THOMAS: Give me a moment.
(PEN SCRIBBLING)
- How well do you know Mason? - I know him.
Do you two talk shop?
We used to.
When we had a few.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Shut the door.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
DELLA: Hey.
HAZEL PRYSTOCK: Where were you last night?
Perry and I were at the office all night
preparing the files for today. And strategizing on how to cut
through the jury's preconceived bias.
I mean,
I'm confident on who we settled on, but still. (SIGHS)
You weren't at the office, Della.
I called.
We must not have heard the phone ringing.
If something's going on, then just tell me.
I...
I was working.
You fucking coward.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
Shit.
(DOOR SLAMMING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(KEYS RATTLING)
(TOY TRAIN RUMBLING)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪