- (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (ENGINE REVVING)
- (TEENAGER GRUNTING) - (ROCKS CLATTERING)
- (METAL ROD CLANGING) - (GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(GRUNTS)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
EUGENE HOLCOMB: Don't be stupid, Ed.
How we supposed to operate if we can't get the goddamn lights to work?
I'll try and get an electrician out there this afternoon.
Yeah, you do that. The fuck does this monkey want?
Good morning.
(CLICKS TONGUE) What do you want?
Ah, to see your face.
See my face?
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
PAUL DRAKE: Have a good day.
Goddamn it.
(DRILL WHIRRING)
(DRILL STOPS)
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
- ♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ - (TRAFFIC RUMBLING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Shit. Anita.
Listen, I can be fast or I can be smooth.
I can't be both.
I'm sorry. Come here. Let me see.
Oh, I did a number on you.
(CHUCKLES)
You know,
save a lot of time if we didn't have to stop
by the boarding house on mornings like this.
Well, maybe, I can keep some clothes at your place.
I... I was actually thinking maybe you could
just keep yourself at my place.
- How? - We'd... we'd make it work.
There are plenty of women who do.
I'd need to-- I need to think about it.
Yes. Yes.
(DOOR OPENS)
- ♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Thanks again! (CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
THOMAS MILLIGAN: So, Mr. Davenport,
this gold coin that Brooks McCutcheon
was carrying, just how rare is it?
There are only three documented in existence.
THOMAS: Who possesses the other two?
LEONARD DAVENPORT: According to our records
at the Numismatic Society,
one is owned by the Carnegie family.
The other, Prince Gustaf Adolf of Sweden.
So, the chances that our defendants
are acquaintances of the Carnegies,
or Prince Adolf are about as rare as the coin itself.
- Objection. - JUDGE DURKIN: Sustained.
(CROWD MURMURING)
Thank you, Mr. Davenport.
JUDGE DURKIN: Mr. Mason.
Mr. Mason!
Uh. N-- Um. No-- no questions, Your Honor.
Mr. Davenport, you may step down.
Mr. Milligan, if you will, please call your next witness.
Your Honor, at this time, the people respectfully rest.
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
JUDGE DURKIN: Very well.
Then this court shall stand in recess
until Thursday morning, which time the defense
- will begin their case. - (CAMERA CLICKING)
- (GAVEL BANGS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Full steam ahead.
DELLA STREET: Milligan had three more witnesses on his list.
- Why'd they suddenly rest? - PERRY MASON: I don't know.
Well, it cuts into our prep time.
Has Paul checked in on the Ozzie Jackson lead?
- Perry? - What?
If this train set thing is throwing you off this much...
- I'm fine. - ...we could possibly
tell the judge that someone is trying
to intimidate you.
Although, we have no proof of who exactly.
It's Lydell. Who else would it be?
I wouldn't be so sure.
- PERRY: Why not? - DELLA: Because after what he said to you
at the racetrack, he doesn't strike me as the type
to fire warning shots.
I'll meet you back at the office.
PERRY: Good luck.
Drink later?
- Nothing left to discuss. - We can drink in silence then.
- Another time. - Ham?
I know you can't tell me why you offered the deal--
I'm late.
I just wanna know if you're all right.
You can trust me.
Always.
Good luck with your defense.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- MORRIS: Come on! - (GRUNTS)
- MORRIS: Yeah, take him down. - (CROWD CHEERING)
- Come on. - (GRUNTS)
Nah, that shoulder was down more than a second.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- This ain't work. (SIGHS) - Hey. (CHUCKLES)
- These them Serbs? - Yeah.
PAUL: Big motherfuckers.
MORRIS: (LAUGHING) I told you.
What you doing around here?
Any trucks come by?
One, picked up three guys for a quick sewer job in Venice.
But that's it.
Probably better off. Don't nobody need to be around you
- on days like that. - (LAUGHS) Fuck you.
Mo?
I got something a little less backbreaking for you.
It ain't charity. It's legit.
I need help from somebody I trust, staking out a corner.
- What you looking for? - A hophead in a fancy blue car.
- Pay? - By the hour.
Corner boy's usually out 8:00 a.m. to 3:00 a.m.
Figure you and I work in shifts.
Mo, I need you to write down everything you see.
Don't matter if it don't seem like
it's gonna amount to nothing.
You see it, you write it.
Comings, goings, license plates, everything.
- (SIGHS) - PAUL: You good?
- When's it start? - Now.
- ♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Taking Clara out for our anniversary tonight.
I got a nickel on this match.
(SIGHS) Fuck it. I never win anyway.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (GROANS)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(SCREWDRIVER CREAKING)
PERRY: Oh, that looks good. Hey, Marion, who...
HOLCOMB: You know, if you really wanna keep people out,
you should install a double cylinder.
Requires a key on both sides of the door.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
That could come in handy for when witnesses I subpoena
show up unannounced.
- (INHALES) I need a minute. - PERRY: Yeah, I figured.
Marion.
(SIGHS)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
HOLCOMB: I, uh...
have some information about Brooks McCutcheon
I think you might find interesting.
(SCOFFS) Are you tryna bargain your way
- out of testifying? - Yeah, I want off the list.
You were Brooks's partner on the only gambling ship
that hasn't burned down. I'm not passing this up.
Yeah, well, here's the thing.
Brooks was into something big.
Bigger than you, Burger, or anyone in this town
is even thinking about.
Now, lucky me, I got a bunch of puzzle pieces...
but I don't know how they all fit together.
And you were always such an, uh...
ace of an investigator.
(LAUGHS) Oh, my God. You really are desperate.
Look, this is the last fucking place
I wanna be right now, all right?
If I'd figured out what Brooks was doing,
I'd be pocketing the dough, believe me, but I didn't.
So... (SIGHS)
...I gotta figure out how to make this
- shit work for me somehow. - Not gonna happen.
You put me in that chair, Mason,
make me talk about my sideline,
my entire life goes down the toilet.
I lose my job. I lose my pension.
If I don't put a case together, my clients get a rope
- around their necks. - I will take you down with me!
You're gonna make Brooks look like shit, right?
So do I. All I ask-- All I'm asking
is you to come with me and see for yourself
what I found.
And maybe, it'll help sell your strategy.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(SCOFFS)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CHUCKLES)
PERRY: Truthfully, that desperate look
in your eye tells me you probably are being sincere.
But if I'm gonna go anywhere with you...
I want insurance.
What kind of insurance?
Just an abuse of your power. Nothing you can't handle.
(DOOR LOCK CLICKING, SQUEAKING)
(CHAIN RATTLES)
PETE STRICKLAND: Jesus, Mason.
What did you do?
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
- (DOOR THUDS SHUT) - (GASPS, GROANS)
Fuck! (GROANS)
- (ELEVATOR DINGING) - (SIGHS)
- ♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ - (ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS)
How do ya do, ma'am?
Do the... Do the Petersons still live on this floor?
- No. - STRICKLAND: My mistake.
Have yourself a lovely day, ma'am.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
- ♪ (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
CLARA DRAKE: Paul, did you know that Effie Harris got a job
working down here as one of those Creole chorus gals?
Who?
You know, Effie Harris from down the street.
- Hell, she can't even... - Hmm.
...walk with them little chicken legs she got,
let alone dance. (EXHALES)
Well, maybe this club's standards have gone down...
OZZIE JACKSON: You've known me since a kid. You ain't gotta do this!
- No! - ♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- OZZIE: Please! Please, man! - CLARA: Paul?
- Paul? - Yeah.
CLARA: Put it away.
♪ (LIVELY MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
I'm sorry. I'm just having a bad day.
Hmm. More than one.
You been tossing and turning the last couple nights.
Look, Clara. Now, you know there ain't nothing
for you to worry about.
'Cause tonight's just about us.
- We'll see. - Mm-hmm.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Hey, where'd you get them shoes?
- What? - Sneakers, Converse.
- Where'd you get them from? - I bought 'em.
- What is it to you? - Hey, hey, hey.
- CLARA: Paul... - You get 'em off Ozzie Jackson?
- No, what the f-- - No, no, no. Tell me the truth.
- Don't lie to me. - Paul!
- TEENAGER: I'm not. - Paul!
- What, Clara? - What is the matter with you?
Hey, hey! Just mind your business right now.
Okay. Well, let's just get back in line.
- ♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ - (TELEPHONE RINGING)
Mason and Associates.
Oh...
No, uh, it's all right.
I'll come over shortly.
(ENGINE REVVING)
- DELLA: Have a good night. - DRIVER: Thank you, miss.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Bar is to your left when you enter,
lady of the house is upstairs, off to your right.
She's asked for three fingers of gin
with two ice cubes.
- You're not staying? - I'm due to meet my wife.
My real wife.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
♪ ("MI PAR D'UDIR ANCORA" PLAYING OVER GRAMOPHONE) ♪
Miss Nygaard?
♪ (TENOR SINGING IN ITALIAN) ♪
♪ (MUSIC GROWING LOUDER) ♪
(IN ENGLISH) Oh, good.
(CHUCKLES)
♪ (MUSIC QUIETENS) ♪
I decided it would be unconscionable
to keep Mieli's interpretation of Bizet to myself,
and I thought, "Who do I know in this vast
- cultural wasteland..." - (CHUCKLES)
"...who might actually hear it as I do?"
- It is extraordinary. - (GASPS) Please, sit.
How's the trial of the century going?
It's going about as well as we could've hoped.
- Oh, I'm glad to hear it. - DELLA: Mm.
I take it you're working yourself
to the bone?
Even so, it never feels like enough.
I just hope it's worth it.
(INHALES)
- May I ask you something? - DELLA: Of course.
Have you any experience with marijuana?
- No. - (CAMILLA NYGAARD GASPING)
I've found it has a marvelous calming effect.
Is Mr. Mason behaving himself?
Did you scold him into submission after our lunch?
He's behaving, more or less.
The trial's been good for him.
It's given him a clear adversary.
I can't remember the last time in my life
something seemed unassailably clear.
I'm fine with my drink, thank you.
- Would you? - Of course.
Do you think I should fire Phippsy?
I beg your pardon?
He's distant. There's something going on.
He denies it, but there is. (SIGHS) It unsettles me.
Don't be shy. I want your opinion.
- That's why I asked. - (INHALES)
Um...
From what I've seen, he appears to be very dedicated.
Plus...
Yes?
I imagine he knows where the bodies are buried.
Even worse, he knows my middle name.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
You're such a delight to talk to.
We should find a way to work together someday.
- Another drink? - I'm fine, thank you.
No, but I would like one.
Oh.
(CAMILLA HUMMING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Good afternoon. - (DOOR CLOSING)
- Mason in? - MARION KANG: He's in the field.
HOLCOMB: This is for him.
- ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
- (METAL GATE SHUTTING) - How's Luisa?
(SCOFFS) If you could see your Aunt Luisa,
you'd think she's a nun.
She has everyone in the shanty praying
to the Santo Niño de Atocha ten times a day.
That's only two more times than she normally does.
(CHUCKLES)
Maybe I should start praying in here for you and Maria
to survive her craziness.
(CHUCKLES)
It's nice to see that smile on your face.
How's Rafa?
(IN SPANISH)
(DOOR CLOSING)
- SOFÍA: - MATEO GALLARDO: No, no, no, no.
(IN ENGLISH) And give her something else to pray about?
- (MATEO CHUCKLES) - No, thank you.
Mateo?
I really miss you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
"Petechial hemorrhage." What does that mean?
Blood vessels bursting under the eyelids.
I paid a visit to our friend, Virgil, at the morgue.
DELLA: Oh, what it cost you?
A buck and a promise I would go and see him
in No, No, Nanette,
- at his community theater. - (CHUCKLES)
Not enough alcohol in the world.
Oh, believe me.
DELLA: So, what does "broken blood vessels" mean?
Virg says choking, most likely.
There's no way it was a car accident.
You think she was strangled?
Lover's quarrel? Maybe Brooks lost his temper.
(EXHALES) Look, if we're gonna suggest
Brooks McCutcheon strangled a widowed secretary,
we're gonna need more than a few broken blood vessels.
True. But all we really need to do is get Vincent Taylor
on the stand and see what he has to hide.
As long as the jury think he was involved somehow,
we have our reasonable doubt.
You'd need to tread lightly with the female jurors.
Maybe I should prepare the questions.
Sure. Just don't tread too lightly.
Mm-hmm.
Would be nice if we had something
that definitively tied Brooks to Noreen's "accident."
Hmm, true. The file's nice, but it's no smoking gun.
No, the smoking gun's in our safe. (SIGHS)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Mr. Mason? - Yeah?
Miss Aimes is here to see you.
PERRY: Oh, yes. H-- hi! Hi, uh, I'll be right out. Um.
Uh. Uh. Ginny, this is Della Street,
my colleague. Della, this is Ginny Aimes.
- It's nice to meet you. - You as well.
PERRY: Yeah, so I'll be right there.
DELLA: I'll hold him to that.
So, um, Holcomb said he would, uh, he would talk
to a waitress that was close to Brooks on the Morocco.
There might be something there.
Kind of Brooks to leave us a trail of mistresses.
And maybe Marion can do some more background on Taylor.
- Couldn't hurt. - DELLA: Hey.
Yeah.
Nice work. She's tasty.
(WHISPERS) Oh, my God.
(DOOR CLOSING)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- ♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Thank you.
- So, do you come here a lot? - Um. A few times.
A man I dated introduced it to me.
Oh, was he-- was he Japanese?
- GINNY AIMES: Mm, Dutch actually. - Dutch?
Mm. There's sesame and ponzu sauce,
- which is basically soy sauce. - All right.
(CHUCKLES)
Not for you?
Oh! (CHUCKLES)
How long has Della been working for you?
(EXHALES) I'm starting to think I work for her.
Um. We've known each other many years.
Were you two ever...
- (LAUGHS) No. Mm-mm. - What?
W-- No, no, nothing.
We're-- we're just-- we're different.
Yeah.
Well, you seem to work well together.
Yeah, we do, for the most part.
I heard her describe me
as "tasty," which was a first.
If I picked this up, it would be a first.
- No. Oh, no. (CLICKS TONGUE) - ♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
PERRY: I had a big lunch.
- GINNY: I don't want you to go hungry. - Oh, thanks. (CLEARS THROAT)
(SMACKS LIPS) Can I try another?
And I'll-- I'll give you my verdict.
- Can't get enough? Oh, God. - Tricky, right?
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
- (CRICKETS CHIRPING) - (MORRIS YAWNS)
- (ENGINE STARTING) - (YAWNS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (ENGINE RUMBLING)
(ENGINE IDLING)
"J-T-R...
3-5-8."
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
PERRY: Councilman Taylor,
when were you first elected?
1927.
And when were you first introduced
to Brooks McCutcheon?
Can't say exactly.
Before or after you were elected?
- Before, I believe. - PERRY: You believe?
Didn't Brooks make a contribution to your campaign?
I have a newspaper article here with a very nice photograph
of you both at a fundraiser.
- He did make a contribution. - PERRY: Yeah.
A very generous one, from what we discovered.
You, uh, you outspent your opponent, wow,
- by at least double. - THOMAS: Objection.
Wh... wh... what's the relevance of this?
I think it is relevant to understand
how close the witness was to the deceased
- in the narrative of my questioning. - DELLA: Is this it?
- Overruled. - PERRY: Thank you.
MARION: This confirms the numbers.
McCutcheon Stadium...
- your district, correct? - It is.
PERRY: How much of Brooks McCutcheon's
contribution to your campaign went into guaranteeing
- zoning permits? - Objection.
I withdraw the question.
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Councilman, who is Noreen Lawson?
- She's my sister. - PERRY: Is she married?
VINCENT TAYLOR: Widowed. Husband died a few years back.
- Cancer. - PERRY: Very sorry to hear that.
Where did Noreen go to work after her husband passed?
TAYLOR: (SIGHS) McCutcheon Shipping.
PERRY: Who's the head of McCutcheon Shipping?
TAYLOR: Brooks McCutcheon.
Oh. Did Noreen and Brooks know each other
in the shipping office?
She was one of several girls in the stenographic pool there,
so, uh, I couldn't say.
Councilman, where is Noreen today?
San Haven.
PERRY: Would you please tell the court what San Haven is exactly?
- A convalescent home. - Excuse me, Counselor, a word?
- Um. Your Honor? Yes. - Uh. Make it quick.
- (CROWD MURMURING) - ♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Let me take it from here.
Take what from here?
I think I should finish questioning Taylor.
What?
(WHISPERS) We've lost three, five, and eight.
Uh. I think this would be best coming from a woman
that we have further evidence that I doubt...
- JUDGE DURKIN: Mr. Mason? - Yes, uh. Yes, Your Honor.
Um. With the court's permission, I would like Miss Street
to finish questioning the witness.
- Sidebar. - Both sides approach.
(CROWD MURMURING)
I'm not a fan of theatrics in my courtroom, Mason.
Nor am I, Judge, but this is more due to the sensitive nature
- of this testimony. - JUDGE DURKIN: Hmm.
I would also like to add, Miss Street has been serving
- an apprenticeship with me. - A-- apprenticeship?
She's not even a real attorney.
Some make the same argument about you.
Your Honor, I believe the women in this courtroom
would be far more comfortable if the questioning did come
from Miss Street.
I would also like to add the questions
for the witness were prepared well in advance.
JUDGE DURKIN: Hmm.
- I'll allow it, but... - Under-- understood.
- JUDGE DURKIN: Hmm. Hmm. - Thank you.
- JUDGE DURKIN: Miss Street. - Thank you.
- You sure? - Mm-hmm.
PERRY: All yours.
(WATER POURING)
- (WHISPERS) Take your time. - (SIGHS)
Councilman Taylor,
can you identify the woman in this photograph?
That's Noreen.
Has she always been in a wheelchair?
TAYLOR: No.
In fact, she wasn't confined to one
until she was admitted to San Haven. Is that correct?
Yes.
Can you tell us what happened to her?
THOMAS: Objection.
This line of questioning has absolutely no relevance
- to the guilt of the defendants. - It absolutely does.
The defendants are entitled to present a full picture
of the circumstances of Mr. McCutcheon's passing.
And humiliate a productive member
of this city in the process?
Him or you?
- (CROWD MURMURING, LAUGHING) - (GAVEL SLAMMING)
I think Mr. Mason is rubbing off on you too much.
- Quicken it up. - Yes, Your Honor.
JUDGE DURKIN: The witness will answer the question.
What happened to your sister?
She was in a car accident.
A car accident.
I'm sorry. That must have been awful.
What happened exactly?
TAYLOR: She went through the windshield.
So it was a head injury then?
From what I understand, yes, it was.
I see.
Well, that's interesting because...
in Noreen's medical records, there is no mention
of a head injury.
And she doesn't have a single scar on her head
or her face,
which she would have had she gone through
a windshield, as you just testified.
The report does state, however, that her brain
was deprived of oxygen long enough
to cause severe, irreversible damage.
Well, I-- I'm not a doctor. What do you want from me?
DELLA: A little more thoughtfulness
on how you answer my questions, Councilman.
- Objection! - JUDGE DURKIN: Sustained.
Miss Street, tread lightly.
We'll come back to this.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Can you identify what I'm holding?
A belt.
And right here on the inside of this belt is a monogram.
Can you read the letter for me?
- "M." - M...
for McCutcheon.
Because this is indeed his belt.
The belt he was wearing when he was murdered.
The same belt I believe he used when he strangled your sister.
Objection! The murder victim's not on trial here.
Overruled. Let's see where this goes.
TAYLOR: You don't know that.
Well, according to other witnesses,
who have given a sworn written testimony,
Brooks McCutcheon liked to surprise women during coitus.
- (CROWD MURMURING) - DELLA: He would put his belt
around the woman's neck, like so,
- and then he would begin to tighten it. - (CAMERA CLICKING)
DELLA: And he would not let up until he wanted to.
Even if the woman was desperately gasping for air.
Which was your sister's case, wasn't it?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (CAMERA CLICKING)
This is a close-up photo of Noreen's neck taken
when she was admitted to San Haven, correct?
Yes.
Can you make out something here on her skin?
Yes. A mark.
And what does the mark resemble, Councilman?
An M.
- (CROWD MURMURING) - An M.
And so, I refer to my earlier question,
Councilman...
what honestly happened to your sister?
And I'd like to remind you, you're under oath.
- She was strangled. - DELLA: Pardon?
She was strangled.
- (CROWD GASPING, MURMURING) - (GAVEL SLAMMING)
- JUDGE DURKIN: Order. Order! Order! - (GAVEL SLAMMING)
You must have hated Brooks for what he did.
Turning your vivacious sister into a shell of a woman.
It was accidental.
Did you or did you not threaten his life
at a party on July 4th, 1932 at the Oceano Club?
- I don't know. - Did you not brandish a gun?
- Because according to the Malibu Register-- - I was drunk.
It was, uh-- I got a little out of hand.
(SCOFFS) A little out of hand?
"I'll kill the perverted bastard."
I never said that!
What? We-- we-- we're gonna take this rag as gospel?
Who's even heard of the Malibu Register?
All right, what did you say?
(CLICKS TONGUE)
I don't remember.
Like you didn't remember Brooks strangled your sister?
- (CROWD MURMURING) - Objection!
- JUDGE DURKIN: Sustained. - DELLA: Nothing further.
- This court will stand in recess. - (GAVEL SLAMS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- I'm buying. - (CHUCKLES)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(COIN RATTLING)
OPERATOR: Operator.
Olympia, 1381.
OPERATOR: Please hold.
ANITA ST. PIERRE: Anita St. Pierre.
- Hey. - ANITA: Well, hello.
I just had to tell you I had the most incredible day.
Good, I can't wait to hear.
DELLA: And I can't wait to tell you.
I thought I could come by, bring a bottle of wine,
and um, all of my things.
♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
DELLA: Can we talk?
Please.
- ♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MATEO: What are you doing?
Collecting my stuff.
(GROANS) Rafa!
- It's not over. - (SCOFFS) We can't lose.
Right, you saw the jury's faces.
I-- I was worried when-- when Mason handed it
over to Miss Street, but shit, she's tougher than him.
We're going home, brother. We're going home.
Shut it up.
- Fuck you. - Rafa!
What did you say, you fucking bean-eater?
- Oh, you think that's offensive? - ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- I'm proud of being Mexican. - (IN SPANISH) It's enough. Be quiet, Rafael.
(IN ENGLISH) He doesn't know what he's talking about.
- He hasn't been feeling-- - (GRUNTS)
- GUARD 1: Open 14. - Wait, wait, wait.
Just-- just let me talk to him. Let me talk to him. He just--
(GRUNTS)
You don't have to treat him like that.
Hey, just let--
Come on. Just let me talk to him.
- Fuck you. (GROANS) - GUARD: Why I'm gonna...
- GUARD: Take him to the hole. - (LAUGHS)
Rafa, it's gonna be all right. Rafa! (SCREAMS)
THOMAS: I think I made it clear
just how important this sort of information is to me,
to this case.
We can't be going into the rest of their defense blind.
Yeah?
And I think you know by now, Mason, he ain't no rube.
He knows someone's onto him.
Peter...
you've proven yourself to be a strong asset
to this office.
The boys in your department talk about just how devious
you can be to get what you need.
- It's the job. - THOMAS: It is.
I certainly couldn't do it.
Takes a particular type.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I can see how you rubbed off on Mason.
But do you really want Mason to think
- that he's smarter than you? - ♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Unless, of course, he is.
Find me something I can use.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVVING)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
Do you like seagulls, Mason?
- I don't really have an opinion. - Nasty fuckers.
Scavengers, really.
Pull a hot dog right out of your hand.
(EXHALES) Well...
take 'em or leave 'em?
Still don't trust me after what I brought you?
Not a chance.
(EXHALES)
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
Let's go.
The ships got loaded up in Long Beach.
When Brooks was alive, they'd head up
towards Port Hueneme, just south of Santa Barbara.
Why?
Well, Brooks was payin' fellas under the table to unload
the produce there.
You know, sold it around, make a couple bucks.
And got in cahoots with this guy named Goldstein.
Well, what does he have to say about all this?
Not much.
He was butchered four days after Brooks was killed.
After that, that's when all the ships
stopped going up there altogether.
Well, if the ships are no longer going to Hueneme,
where are they going?
HOLCOMB: Well, maybe they could tell us.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
PERRY: Holy shit.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
That's oil.
Yep.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
- DELLA: Oil? - Yes.
This is what Lydell's been covering up
this whole time.
Not just some bullshit about protecting
the McCutcheon family name.
But-- but what is he covering up?
Tha-- I don't know, yet.
So how does this help our case?
PERRY: Well, that's what I'm gonna find out.
I'm thinking we should rest.
- Are-- are you being serious? - DELLA: Yeah.
We have what we wanted.
We undermined the prosecution's case.
We tore apart Vincent Taylor. We have our reasonable doubt.
Yes, and this morning, I might have agreed with you,
- but, Della, we-- - DELLA: I'm just worried
that the more we prolong this, the more exposed we are.
Look how we're exposing Lydell.
Look what you just did to Vincent Taylor.
No, no, no. We gotta keep going.
- (DRINK POURING) - ♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(INHALES)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
What are you doing?
(GROANS) Waiting for your damn brother.
CLARA: What time is it?
(SIGHS) 3:30.
The man should've been back by now.
CLARA: (GROANS) You think something happened?
I don't know, Clara.
Well, you think maybe you need to go look?
- What you doing up? - Did you see it?
- No. (SIGHS) - Nothing?
MORRIS: I just said I didn't, Paul.
- Give me the notebook. - (SIGHS) Here.
I need to hit the sack, all right?
- (SIGHS) - My eyes killing me from all that squinting.
Wait, wait. Mo, Mo.
- (MORRIS SIGHS) - Mo, what is this?
It's the license plate numbers of anybody that stopped.
It was dark in the car. I'll tell you them all in the morning.
All right, you get the, uh, uh, color, right?
Right there next to the license number.
But what about the make?
(SIGHS) I couldn't always tell.
I got a few of them.
- A few? - MORRIS: What's it matter?
- You got the license. - (CLARA SIGHING)
But what did I tell you to do?
If you see it, you fucking write it.
- And I did. - (SHUSHES)
Shit, all the comings and goings of all the people.
Hell, I even wrote down when the fucking corner boys
ate a goddamn jelly sandwich. What the fuck more do you want?
For you to not act like a goddamn ditch digger.
- CLARA: Hey. - Fuck you, man.
Hey! Paul!
Are you losing your mind?
Who in the hell do you think you're talking to?
What you gon-- You picking his side now?
You mind how you talk to my brother in his house.
What's going on?
Why the f-- Nothing.
(FRONT DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
- (BABY CRYING) - (SIGHS)
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(DOOR LOCK CLICKING)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
JUDGE DURKIN: Councilman Vincent Taylor
will return for cross-examination.
Your Honor, permission to approach the bench?
Your Honor, something pressing,
and rather upsetting has come to my attention.
I have credible and newly discovered information
that Mr. Mason is actively concealing the murder weapon
in his private safe at his office.
- In my chambers now. - ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
After you.
(DOOR OPENING)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
- What's going on? - I'm not sure.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(CROWD MURMURING)
(MOUTHING)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
I warned the two of you.
I will not have this trial turn into a goddamn circus!
It's not my intention, Your Honor.
And yet, here I am, trying to control
you two fucking clowns. Jesus!
Well, Counselor...
is Milligan's allegation true?
Y-- Your Honor, I would-- I would like to speak with my colleague, Miss Street?
I-- I believe there's precedence here.
That sounds like an affirmative, Your Honor.
I would like to request a court order for Mr. Mason
to surrender the gun.
JUDGE DURKIN: Given Mr. Mason's disrespect for this court,
and flagrant disregard of rules, I don't believe a court order
would be sufficient.
Instead, we will all take a field trip.
- ♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - A b-- A field trip?
To your office.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(CROWD MURMURING)
The jury will adjourn for the day,
and this trial will stand at recess until tomorrow.
- (GAVEL SLAMS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What?
How bad?
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
- (SIGHS) - (ELEVATOR DINGS)
(ELEVATOR DOOR CLOSES)
(JUDGE DURKIN CLEARS THROAT)
Open it.
Your Honor, I have a question about admissibility.
I don't. Open the safe, Mr. Mason. Now!
(LOCK CLICKING)
Bailiff, if you would look for the weapon, please.
(SIGHS)
Your Honor, the people request a short amount of time
to perform ballistics testing on the gun.
Granted.
Your Honor, we hope that by handling this privately,
away from the jury, we've avoided a mistrial.
Also, we request that Mr. Mason be held
in contempt and taken into custody for concealing evidence.
That won't be necessary at this time,
but it is certainly not off the table.
I want you both in my chambers tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.m.
Let me know if you need the name of a good public defender.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
You know, they making listening devices
smaller and smaller these days.
Here, here. Uh. "Olmstead vs. the U.S.
The dissent argues for a wider application
of the exclusionary principle." It's post-Mayen.
Maybe Durkin would be open to the illegal search,
- and seizure angle. - You talk to Anita about work?
- Sometimes. - You ever talk about the case?
Seriously?
W-- Did you tell Clara when you found the gun?
Careful now, Perry.
Sorry.
You're being absurd.
Well, someone tipped Milligan off.
I'm willing to bet it wasn't the Gallardos.
PAUL: Are you sure there hadn't been anybody else in here?
Kids deliverin' sandwiches, anything?
MARION: Are you looking for someone in particular,
Mr. Mason?
- ♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (KNOCK ON DOOR)
This is a nice surprise--
I'm gonna ask you something, and I need you
to tell me the truth.
Okay.
(PANTS) Was it you?
Was what me?
When you were in my office the other day,
what-- what-- what did you overhear? (PANTS)
Nothing. I-- I spoke to your secretary for a mo--
PERRY: No, no, no. When Della and I were talking,
what did you overhear?
Nothing.
Ginny, the prosecution found the murder weapon in my safe.
You were the only other person signed into that logbook.
Why was the murder weapon in your safe, Perry?
Don't-- don't do that. Don't--
Don't play dumb with me 'cause if I find out
you're-- you're lying, I will...
GINNY: What?
(PERRY SIGHS)
You'll do what?
(SIGHS) You were in my office,
and you overheard what we were talking about.
I didn't hear anything.
Do you honestly think that I would do something like that?
(BREATHES SHAKILY) Okay, um.
Why don't you sit down? I'll make you a drink.
And you can start at the beginning,
and I will try to understand what the hell
- you're talking about. - Oh, you are so full of shit.
(SHUDDERS)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
- (DOG BARKING) - (PAUL SIGHS)
- (CAR ENGINE RUMBLING) - (SIGHS)
- (TIRES SCREECHING) - (ENGINE IDLING)
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
PAUL: There you are.
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
- ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Hey! Hey!
(METAL GATE RATTLING)
(DOG BARKING)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
No. No.
No.
(SIGHS)
♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪