- (SEAGULLS SQUAWKING) - ♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (BLUES SONG PLAYING OVER RADIO) ♪
Are you sure?
Mmm.
(BABY LUCIUS COOING)
And there's no way that the bullet markings
could be just a coincidence?
I almost threw the damn thing in the ocean.
- Just had to open my hands. - CLARA DRAKE: Oh, good Lord.
Have you told Perry?
No, the second he knows, the game changes for him,
- changes for everybody. - (BABY LUCIUS WHIMPERING)
Hamstrings the case and how he tries it.
But, Clara, if he doesn't know, he can just keep goin' on
- like he's-- - (DOOR OPENING)
- (ENGINE RUMBLING) - Like he's been doing.
BARMAN: How you fellas doing?
- PATRON: All right. - (DOOR CLOSING)
You think the D.A. has even more?
And if they do?
Well, then they spring it on those boys... in court,
- their lawyer having no idea. - PAUL DRAKE: So, what's worse?
Knowing your clients pulled the trigger,
or not being prepared when the other side proves it?
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (MACHINERY CLANKING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
FRANK FINNERTY: Mr. McCutcheon.
It's important, Mr. Finnerty, that Mason knows the price
for taking up sides against our city.
I've already begun to put a spotlight on him in my papers.
But I also need your radio program.
Light can come from many different angles.
And when it focuses--
It can shine so bright, it burns whatever it hits
right to the very ground.
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I am heading back to the Hall of Records
before they close for the weekend.
It turns out Noreen Lawson
- wasn't always Noreen Lawson. - Really?
MARION KANG: She was only married two years,
then widowed, poor thing. Kept her husband's name.
Her maiden name is Taylor.
So I'm looking for her brother now.
Well, I guess there are a few V. Taylors in this city.
Forty-seven. And that's just the downtown area.
Well done. And you don't need to come back.
I'll lock up. Go and have a good weekend.
Thank you, Miss Street.
(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (WIND BLOWING) - (WAVES LAPPING)
(BIRDS CAWING)
- (TRAFFIC RUMBLING) - (SIGHS)
ANITA ST. PIERRE: Well, hi there.
Hey. Thanks for coming.
No, you saved me. I was just pretending to write.
Hey, what's wrong?
What do you do when it's all too much?
Okay. Okay. Come here. Get in.
♪ (SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
ANITA: Welcome to my life raft.
- (DELLA STREET CHUCKLES) - Come on.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Women and children first.
- Just a moment. (LAUGHS) - Sneaky.
That's me.
(GRUNTS) Okay. In we go.
- Are you kidding? - (LAUGHS) Here.
Ah, listen, Faye Gordon is a set designer friend of mine
and I had her steal most of this
when they wrapped Cuban Love Song.
- (DELLA CHUCKLES) - So don't turn anything over
because it all says, "Property of MGM."
ANITA: Fake. Fake.
- (DELLA LAUGHS) - ANITA: Also fake.
♪ (SOFT JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(CHUCKLES) It just keeps going.
(CHUCKLES) You haven't even seen the good part yet.
Right this way.
This? This is what makes the drive
and all the dust in your face worth it.
- (WIND BLOWING) - (BIRDS CHIRPING)
ANITA: Better?
I'm gonna go get a fire going. Don't go anywhere though, okay?
Anita...
Thank you.
You're welcome.
- ♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - We doin' just fine.
- Just fine. Y'all know... - Just fine. I see my pile.
- ...li'l man here needs three. - I see your pile.
- LICK: Yeah. - (CHUCKLES)
Two right here and you know what?
The lovely lady only needs two.
- And the dealer take one. - Thank you, baby.
- (CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES)
Oh, Clara. Y'all all right?
Looks like you need to crack the case
of the bad tuna sandwich.
- (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS)
I been working on it. That was good.
Hey, Mo.
- No. (CHUCKLES) - Give it a rest.
- (CHUCKLES) - LICK: Yeah, Mo.
Take it easy.
You know, we've got Black Sherlock here
defendin' them stone-cold murderers.
How do you know they're guilty?
You're just a fool with stinky fish hands
from working in a cannery.
- (ALL LAUGHING) - Thank you, Pearl.
LICK: Look, all I'm sayin' is everything I'm readin' here,
and I don't know how they didn't do it.
But let's ask Uncle Tom himself.
MORRIS: Hey.
Ain't gonna be no Uncle Toms in my house.
And he ain't dirty.
Got that?
(BABY LUCIUS COOING)
- I know he ain't dirty. - Amen, Mo.
MORRIS: But what is dirty
is the way I've been whoopin' your ass all night long.
- That's not a lie. - Here we go.
- That's not a-- - Take all five of them.
(WATER SPLASHING)
♪ (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (BLUES MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
CROUPIER: No more bets. No more bets, please.
Friday night and this is the best we can do?
You'd think with the Luxe still out of commission,
we'd get some spillover.
Fucking fire only scared people away.
(SIGHS) I don't know. Maybe if we got a band.
Right.
You think Guy Lombardo plays for tips?
- Mm. Where's my baked potato? - We're out.
No more free shit ever since that Jew, Goldstein, got killed.
Brooks couldn't get us a decent ship
from his father's own fleet. (INHALES)
But he a had a line on free fuckin' cauliflower.
(SIGHS)
He finally started throwing cash our way
about what?
Five months ago?
- Yeah. - ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(HENS CLUCKING)
PERRY MASON: Look, Teddy, if these kids at school
are saying things about me
- and calling me names... - No, Dad,
they're just razzing me. It's no big deal.
Well, that's how it starts. You can't just tell 'em to f...
- Suck eggs. They'll keep at you. - (SIGHS)
All right, look. Let's just try this again, all right?
Choke up on your reins. Heels down.
We're gonna give him a big kick, and we're gonna push him on.
Here we go.
Like you mean it this time. (SIGHS)
Push him on. All right. Give him a kick.
Come on, Teddy. A real kick.
I am.
Teddy...
if they know you're scared, they'll do whatever they want.
- I'm not scared. - So, let him know that.
(SIGHS)
Isn't that your teacher, Miss Aimes?
Where?
- Miss Aimes! - Oh, good morning, you two.
PERRY: Good morning, Miss Aimes.
This is a surprise. I didn't take you for a rider.
Oh, I throw that slightly offensive assumption
right back at you.
- I'm-- Yes-- I will-- - GINNY AIMES: I work here
on the weekends to make a little extra money,
and I get to spend time with the horses,
which works out nicely for me.
Are you fellas struggling a bit?
PERRY: Just trying to get the hang of it.
Although, I think the horse is having more fun.
- Dad. - What?
- (HORSE GRUNTING) - Mind if I give it whirl?
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
GINNY: How's Zephyr feeling, Teddy?
- TEDDY MASON: Good. - GINNY: Mm.
She's the sweetest gal here.
Much better than that stubborn beastie
they had you on before.
- (TEDDY LAUGHS) - Hey, Teddy,
- keep your heels down. - Let him solve it.
He solves it, it's his.
Hmm. Apparently, you don't just teach children, Miss Aimes.
Call me "Ginny."
It still feels strange being called "Miss Aimes."
Why is that?
Well, I was Mrs. Aimes for so long.
Oh, uh, your husband...
- Mm. Divorced. - Oh.
So, you just kept the name, got rid of the man?
GINNY: It's much more preferable.
It saved me from going back to my maiden name,
- Szymanski. - (LAUGHS) Sorry.
- How long you been in L.A.? - GINNY: A year.
- I'd always wanted to come. - PERRY: Hmm.
Read so much about it.
Saw it in the movies and magazines.
And I got myself here. Yeah, so glad I did.
You really like it that much?
- You don't? - It doesn't snow. I like that.
French Dip at Cole's ain't bad.
GINNY: (WHISTLES) I think we've got ourselves
- a new city slogan. (CHUCKLES) - (PERRY CHUCKLES)
GINNY: You know what I like most about this town?
No one tells you what was.
Only what can be.
♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(HORSE SNORTS)
(HORSES WHINNYING)
GINNY: That's it, Teddy.
Look where you're going and go where you're looking.
Thanks for the ride, Miss Aimes.
GINNY: You're welcome.
- Dad... - What?
Uh. Yes. Uh. Thanks.
You're welcome.
Do you wanna give Zephyr some carrots?
- Yeah. - Do you remember what to do?
- Hands up. - (LAUGHS) Flat hand.
- TEDDY: Flat hands. - GINNY: Flat hands. (CHUCKLING)
Good job.
I'm here every Saturday, if you ever want another lesson.
Him or me?
- TEDDY: Here, Zephyr. - (ZEPHYR GRUNTS)
(TEDDY GROANS) Dad, she slobbered on me.
PERRY: Oh, you know what that means?
She's smitten.
- TEDDY: Stop it. - Thanks. (MUNCHES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)
SOFÍA: (IN SPANISH)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - LUISA GALLARDO: (IN SPANISH)
- Rafa? - RAFAEL GALLARDO: Mm-hmm?
LUISA: (IN SPANISH)
MATEO GALLARDO: (CHUCKLES) Mm-hmm.
- (METAL CLANGING) - GUARD: (IN ENGLISH) Visitation's over.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
It's for Maria. They tell a nice story, okay?
(LUISA SPEAKS SPANISH)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
- (INSECTS CHIRPING) - DELLA: (EXHALES) Mm.
(CHUCKLES)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER GRAMOPHONE) ♪
ANITA: Goddamn it.
- Shit! Oh! - DELLA: Hi.
Hello. I was trying to surprise you.
Oh, this is surprising. What did you do?
- Oh, I burned it. - On a pan?
No, I was trying to chop that stupid tomato,
and my cigarette fell out of my mouth.
Hmm. Where's the salt?
- Nice robe. - Thank you.
- Here. Hold that. - Mm!
Just hold it there.
(INHALES) Now, what is it you were attempting to make?
Um.
Huevos Rancheros?
- Mm-hmm. - Oh.
You know, there's a really great Mexican joint in town.
- We could just go-- - Step aside.
(CHUCKLES) All right.
Okay, turn on a burner, put a pan on, low heat.
And try not to drop a cigarette in.
(ANITA LAUGHS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - We don't have you
listed as clients, and we never have.
All right, you new since Goldstein?
Yeah, cause I'm telling you
your dead boss delivered free to my dead partner
twice weekly for months. Look. Look.
I'm more interested in any financial particulars
of the arrangement, all right? What was the play?
Where was the money coming from?
- Who was getting a cut? - See, I don't know.
Jesus! Come on.
Where was Brooks getting the fuckin' dough?
Never mind.
You fellas drive for this joint?
Any of you deliver to the Morocco?
What about you? Hey!
Hey! (INHALES)
Let me repeat my question so you can hear me.
You ever deliver to the Morocco?
I don't know anything. (INHALES)
GENE HOLCOMB: I didn't say there was anything to know.
So, what do you know that your dumb mouth
- is trying not to say? - Nothing. I swear.
I got nothing in my head to know. (BREATHES SHAKILY)
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES)
Look, uh...
I'm not tryin' to jam up
- a working man? - DICK RILE: All right.
I just wanna know if you deliver to the Morocco.
It's not gonna get you in any fix, is it?
Maybe I did...
- a couple of times. (INHALES) - There you go.
See, it's not that hard, right?
Hmm?
(INHALES) I think my business partner
was running a game...
(EXHALES) ...making some pretty good coin on it.
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(INHALES) You know, I just wanna know what it was.
(EXHALES)
I figure...
you had to be making something on the side, right?
So was a lot of these other fellas. But, uh...
today's your lucky day...
(INHALES) ...'cause I'm not talkin' to them.
(EXHALES) I'm talkin' to you.
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
You help me add it all up...
there might be something in it for you.
So...
Brooks and Goldstein?
Yeah.
They had us runnin' trucks outside regular business
for five, maybe six months.
HOLCOMB: What else were you moving for 'em?
I mean, you had to be movin' somethin'
other than vegetables to be makin' all that cash.
RILE: There was nothin' else.
We'd pick up the produce from the ships,
middle of the night, no one around
except our trucks. A private slip up, Port Hueneme.
Sometimes I would bring my load down to the Morocco.
Incoming? It's California.
We're lousy with fuckin' fruits and vegetables.
Why is a ship comin' in with stuff we already got?
Beats me. Ask the McCutcheons. It was their cargo ships.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
MARION: Good morning, Miss Street.
DELLA: Good morning, Marion. Good weekend?
MARION: Yes. Thank you.
PERRY: Good morning.
So...
you look different.
Got a little sun this weekend.
You went outside?
I've been known to, from time to time.
Well, if one of us is gonna start looking healthy,
it might throw the whole thing off.
- Did you have a good weekend? - (TELEPHONE RINGING)
PERRY: Yeah, I took Teddy horseback riding.
- Teddy? - Yeah.
Oh! Uh. He-- Yes. He and Linda moved back.
And yes, I didn't tell you that either.
But that-- that's the only other thing, I swear.
(MARION SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
So, you've decided telling me things is okay now?
I'm gonna try.
- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - I found him.
- Found who? - Noreen's brother. Vincent.
- He's on the city council. - Councilman? V. Taylor?
- Are you-- are you sure? - Oh, yes. Very.
I cross-referenced his birth certificate
with hospital records and vehicle registrations.
- But what's his district? - The seventh.
And he rules it.
DELLA: McCutcheon Stadium. District Seven.
That's quite a leap.
But definitely worth a conversation
- with the councilman. - DELLA: Good work.
PERRY: Yes. Thank you, Marion.
Hey, Paul. So, we need to catch you up.
We got a new connection to Brooks, new line of inquiry.
And Street here is trying to outlive me
by going outside periodically. So, district seven...
What the fuck is that?
That's the gun that killed Brooks McCutcheon.
It's a perfect match for the bullet
that went through his head.
- Okay. - Where'd you get it?
Ratfuck doing business renting guns 30 yards
from where Rafael and Mateo lived.
Cou-- W-- Couldn't it have just been--
They did it. They're guilty.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(LOCK CRANKING)
PERRY: This is your last chance.
You now have to tell us the truth.
We are telling the truth. Every word! We weren't there.
- We didn't do it! - Shh! Shh! Shh!
You're our lawyer. You're supposed to believe us.
You know who I do believe? My investigator, Paul Drake.
Rafael, Mateo.
You rented a Colt 1903, nickel with a walnut grip
from a piece of shit named Twist lives in a shanty
just down from yours, for a dollar, for the day,
with a full magazine.
We now have that gun.
It's in our safe.
And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna give it to Paul,
so he can hand it over to the D.A.,
and they can hang you.
Unless one of you wants to start telling me
the fucking truth.
PAUL: This is the only thing standing
between you and the noose.
And he's about to walk out that door.
Oh, I'm not about to. Good luck.
(BELL RINGING)
- Okay. Okay, okay! - We had nothing.
No work. You know, Mateo's kid was going hungry.
No, no, stop. You've got to stop and get to what you did.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
We just wanted a quick score. Easy money.
MATEO: We saw that Duesenberg and figured
we hit the jackpot.
Thing's worth as much as a house
so you know the guy's gotta have
a bunch of dough on him.
Who made the shot?
- Who made the shot? - Me.
I had the gun on him.
Rafael went over to grab the money and stuff,
but the guy wouldn't give it. I mean, we had a gun on him.
(DOOR OPENING)
- GUARD: Level two! - (DOOR CLOSING)
MATEO: If he would've just done what we said.
But he grabbed Rafa from his seat.
Rafa yelled at me to do something.
So, I shot him.
PAUL: How did we miss it? None of this makes sense.
Everything they've said about killing Brooks
- doesn't make sense. - Keep your voice down.
No. The fuck I will. Fuck those guys.
Oh! I know what you're thinking, and you can't step off
- this case. - The hell I can't.
I'm not representing two killers.
They're your clients.
And you would need to demonstrate
a compelling reason to step off.
Oh, I-- I-- I have one. How 'bout "They did it?"
That breaks privilege
and sends them right to the hangman.
Even asking implies they're guilty
to the public's eye.
So what? I have to defend them?
PAUL: Yes, Perry. We're their best bet.
But the rules have changed.
You can't ask them anything in court
you think they'd be lying about.
PERRY: Exactly. I can't put 'em on the stand.
I can't humanize them.
You're gonna have an entire jury
looking at two Mexicans,
wondering what it is they're hiding.
And they're right to wonder 'cause they fucking did it.
- Can we move? - PERRY: No, we can't.
And what about the gun that killed Brooks,
which is now sitting in our safe?
Us having the gun is a dilemma.
A defendant can't hide evidence by giving it to their lawyer.
Well, they didn't give it to us. I found it.
DELLA: I'll look into it. There may be a workaround.
PERRY: I'm sorry, is that an example
of the illusion of justice?
That these guys could get away with killing,
uh, a husband, a father, just because we found it first?
Look, guilty or not, everyone deserves a defense.
So, you're just gonna have to step up
and get on with the job of being their lawyer.
- The hell I do. - Perry. Perry!
- ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Goddamn him!
Let him go.
- (DOOR OPENING) - SECRETARY: Mr. Milligan?
Perry Mason is here to see you.
PERRY: I think there's a way to bring this case
to a sensible conclusion that would save us all
- the hassle of a trial. - And that is?
A deal. Brothers plead guilty.
They get life with a chance of parole in,
say, 20 years.
Would you like us to throw in a new car,
- and a box of chocolates too? - I think it's a fair offer.
- No, you don't. - Then tell me what is.
They can slide the nooses around their own necks,
and pull their own trap doors from under their feet.
Save us the effort of doing it for them.
I think that sounds fair.
Clearly, you and I have a slight disagreement
on what's fair.
THOMAS MILLIGAN: Clearly, something's got you spooked.
Life, parole shot in 25.
You do not want this getting ugly, Ham.
Uglier than your clients' brutal murder
of a beloved citizen? Heaven forfend.
You're telling me you have no idea
what the McCutcheon kid was into?
Because, believe me, it reads like a bad pulp novel.
You got people all over this town
dancing on his grave, and a jury will eat that up.
(CLOCK TICKING)
- He's full of shit. - PERRY: Am I, Milligan?
Because I got a real pretty half-dead girl
in a home with Brooks's name all over her
that says different.
Oh, did you miss that one?
You really had an ace up your sleeve,
you wouldn't be standing here lookin' for a deal.
Maybe. But you gotta convince 12 jurors.
I need one.
I got all the reasonable doubt I need for my guys to skate.
Ham, this is your first big case as a D.A.
I don't want it being your last.
Appreciate your heartfelt concern
about my future.
But seeing how we have the brothers
dead to rights and all,
we're gonna have to turn you down.
Your funeral.
♪ (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Thank you.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
PERRY: I swear to God, it took everything in me
not to smack that cat-ate-the-mouse grin
- off Milligan's stupid face. - ♪ (BLUES MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO) ♪
You really think they were gonna bite
on that stale dog?
Shit, Burger and Milligan,
they've been pushin' us investigators
to thicken the file against your clients.
They ain't stupid, you know?
You looked at these things lately?
The public's eatin' it up.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I know. I'm the main course.
Brought to you by that prick, Lydell McCutcheon,
and his merry band of muckrakers. You seen this?
"Mason the Mexi Mouthpiece."
"Maggot Mason," courtesy of Frank Finnerty.
Oh, and Della's favorite, "Pedro Perry."
You know, you really got a thing for the Browns.
You were crotchin' that Lupe broad
this way and that. Now, these two.
- What is it with you? - What is it with you?
(SIGHS)
Look, Strick, what...
what's it gonna take for Burger to back down
off this thing?
Come on, man, you gotta know something.
I know the guy signs my paychecks,
and feeds my kids.
Strick, we're shooting the shit. This is off the record.
Off the record, my ass. Fuck that.
- WAITRESS: Y'all finished? - Thank you.
Look at this.
He's got 'em shittin' all over me on the front pages.
He's got one, two, three articles
about his horse on the sports pages.
Gusher's Rush.
Ran the fastest six furlongs at Santa Anita. (WHISTLES)
Greedy fuck doesn't deserve that animal.
Holy shit.
I wonder what it's like to ride on a pile of loot like that.
One way to find out.
- ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (CRICKETS CHIRPING)
- (CLATTERING) - (PETE STRICKLAND LAUGHS)
PERRY: Shh!
(WHISPERS) We're good. We're good. We're good.
There's no one here.
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
STRICKLAND: Hey Mase, Mase... let's get out of here.
PERRY: (WHISPERS) No, no, no, no.
I just wanted you to see it. You were curious.
PETE: (WHISPERS) It was a hypothetical.
Not something that's ever really gonna happen.
(HORSE NEIGHS)
Look at these beauties, Mason.
PERRY: Someone forgot to lock the door.
- (DOOR CLOSING) - PETE: Oh, wow.
Would you look at this?
Jesus.
Hey!
Come on.
Let's go to Musso, post up at the bar,
see what the cat drags in. Come on.
Hello Gusher's Rush.
(PERRY IMITATES TRUMPET)
- ♪ (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - PETE: It's pitch black.
How are you even gonna see where you're going?
PERRY: I don't have to. He can. He really is a perfect machine.
Last chance to hop on board.
- Mm-mm. This is your thing. - It sure as hell is.
Hold onto this. I'm gonna hold onto him.
Oh, your daddy's not gonna be happy about this.
- Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! - (HORSE NEIGHS)
You're one crazy son of a bitch, Mace.
- ♪ (UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Hyah! Come on!
- (HORSE NEIGHS) - (LAUGHS)
Yeah! Go, boy.
Whoo! Come on, boy. Whoo!
Whoo!
Strick, you seein' this?
PETE: We've got ourselves a race here, folks.
It's Gusher's Rush and Galant Fox.
Gusher's Rush, ridden by Perry Mason.
And down the backstretch leg come Gusher's Rush
and Galant Fox. Galant Fox and Gusher's Rush!
And they're at the wire. To Gusher's Rush by a nose!
Whoo! Giddyup! Hyah--
- (LIGHTS SLAM ON) - (HORSE NEIGHS)
Oh, good Christ. (GRUNTS)
- (PERRY CHUCKLES) - PETE: Perr!
- (LAUGHS) - (PANTS) Perr, Let's go.
- Hey. Come on. - (CHUCKLES)
- (INDISTINCT CLAMORING) - (PERRY GRUNTS, COUGHS)
- PETE: Come on. Let's go. - Oh, shit.
- PERRY: Come first. (LAUGHS) - PETE: Do you see 'em?
PETE: Quit laughin'!
- Quit laughin! - Shut up!
- (PANTS) - I told you!
(BOTH PANT)
- You clocked? You got 'em? - Shut up!
- I told you! - (PANTS)
They're too busy chasin' that gravy on a hoof.
I knew this was gonna happen! I knew it! I told you!
What? Told me what? Where you goin'?
Goin' home! (PANTS)
I gotta be up to work in two hours.
What? To kiss Burger's ass?
Pete Strickland don't kiss nobody's ass, Perry.
- PERRY: Really? - Yeah. Fuck you.
I'm just tryin' to keep my fuckin' job, Perry.
(PANTS)
- ♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (PANTS)
- ♪ (PIANO PLAYING) ♪ - (BIRDS CHIRPING)
BUTLER: Pleasure to see you again, Miss Street.
- You too. Thank you. - BUTLER: Right this way.
CAMILLA NYGAARD: Once more from the top.
♪ (PIANO PLAYING) ♪
Okay, entering the different articulations, don't anticipate.
Here they come, the back and forth,
staccato, legato.
Good.
- ♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪ - (GROANS)
They're keys, not dragons, Constance.
You don't have to slay them. You just have to play them.
Corral those nerves and use the energy.
- Have you eaten? - No.
CAMILLA: Keep playing, dear. I'm listening.
♪ (PLAYING PIANO) ♪
You must try the coarse wheat bread.
- Thank you. - I have one of my farms in the Central Valley
studying how the food we grow and eat
affects our body's biological process.
Phippsy thinks it's a giant waste of money.
- (DELLA CHUCKLES) - But longevity, that is the key.
And what have you learned?
CAMILLA: It's all about seeds and grains.
If it gets caught in your teeth, it's good for you.
Excellent articulation, Constance!
- Now, how can I help you, dear? - Mm.
I just had a few more questions
pertaining to the case.
I was hoping to learn a little more about
how Brooks financed his stadium.
Was there anything physical, paperwork, he gave to you
when he asked you to invest? A prospectus?
Were there any other investors?
Where's Mr. Mason?
He's busy elsewhere.
Mm.
Pursuing another line of inquiry.
Everything all right?
Our clients are fighting for their lives in a city
that barely regards them as human,
- so no, not entirely. (CHUCKLES) - I mean with you and Mr. Mason.
Oh...
Yes, fine.
He seems a bit... broken.
It can be difficult to be in the trenches
with someone like that.
He's not...
His tactics are different than mine.
He's more...
- instinctive. -"Instinctive."
Well, is that a nice way of saying that he gets
to be impulsive and run roughshod
while you have to stand by and watch?
- (CHUCKLES) - CAMILLA: You're frustrated.
It's okay to say it.
It's a difficult case.
There's an enormous amount of pressure and--
And sometimes, Mason is a pain in the ass.
No, he's...
- Sometimes he's an ass, yes. - CAMILLA: There you go.
See, look at you.
There is power in the truth. Don't forget that.
He's my best chance at building a firm,
having my name on the door.
If that's what you want, then you shouldn't waver
'cause we do what we have to, to become who we are, yes?
- Yes. - ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
And the rest is 40 to 50 years later.
- Mr. Mason. - PERRY: Have you seen Teddy?
- He's just there. - Hey, Teddy? Let's go.
- TEDDY: Just a second. - No, no, no. Now. Let's go now.
- Hold on. - PERRY: I said now!
I expect that's how you'd treat your boy.
- Excuse me? - You treat those Mexican boys
better than you treat your own son. Maggot Mason.
(CROWD GASPING, MURMURING)
Teddy, let's go. Let's go, now. Now.
Go. I'll take him home.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ ("BLUE AGAIN" BY LOUIS ARMSTRONG PLAYING) ♪
(HUMS)
- (CHUCKLES) Come on, baby. - No, I don't--
No, I don't, no, no, no.
- CLARA: Aw! - (LAUGHS)
We have this place to ourselves for the first time in a month.
And you gonna sit there like a cow chewin' cud.
- (SMACKS LIPS) - Paul Drake, get up right now
before I stick you with my sewing needle.
♪ You said last night ♪
♪ We were through again ♪
♪ And now, I'm blue again ♪
♪ I'm alone again ♪
♪ Alone again ♪
♪ I'm out around On my own again... ♪
CLARA: Where is it?
Where's what?
The place that your head is visiting right now?
- The case. - Yeah. (SIGHS)
Baby, those boys confessed to you.
Mason tried to get a plea deal but got shot down.
So, what now?
I don't know.
And I don't think Mason know neither.
But I'm still...
I'm still caught on that,
them boys giving their self up like that.
- Somethin' off? - No, that's what's off.
Everything perfectly lined up just like the D.A. had it.
Moving target, one perfect shot.
Boys say there was a struggle,
but ain't no signs of that struggle.
I'm not sure.
Well, Mason hired you as an investigator.
- PAUL: Yeah. - So, investigate.
Huh?
(LAUGHS) Okay.
Now, we got about 40 minutes before this place fills
back up again, and Lucius is crying for Mama.
And I would rather not spend that time talking.
- Mm. - Mm.
And I don't wanna spend this time dancin'.
- (CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES)
- ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - NEWSREEL NARRATOR: Japan!
This week, Emperor Hirohito and Premier Saito,
seen here touring a military airfield
on recently captured land, announced that their country
would be withdrawing from the League of Nations
after a rebuke from the world's Western nations
over Japan's recent invasion of Manchuria,
and its continued occupation of Korea.
(EXPLOSIONS OVER SPEAKER)
♪ (MILITARY MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER) ♪
- Suck your dick for a quarter. - PERRY: Yeah?
I'll pay you twice that not to.
NEWSREEL NARRATOR: Despite U.S. measures
to isolate the resource-poor island nation,
it looks like the Japanese are gearing up for more trouble,
and China fears they could be next on the menu.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (CRICKETS CHIRPING)
- ♪ (CHORDS PLAYING ON GUITAR) ♪ - (DOG BARKING)
Hold on there, killer. I just wanna talk.
Fuck off, nigger.
Now, just let me show you what I got in the bag.
- (SNIFFS) - PAUL: Smells good, doesn't it?
How often did they get the gun?
Every day. All the time. Rent the same gun for hours.
Hit up the ravine, shoot bottles.
So, they were practicing?
Where'd they get the money?
(GULPS) I don't care as long as their money's good.
- Got another beer? - (SIGHS)
(GRUNTS, SIGHS)
(STRIKES MATCH)
- (INHALES) - (KNOCK ON DOOR)
GINNY: Mr. Mason?
(SIGHS)
- Hi. - ♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Hello.
I, uh...
I got your address from the registrar's office.
- Is Teddy okay? - Oh, yes, he's fine.
I was-- I was worried they were gonna kick him out.
Well, I smoothed things over with the school.
What did you say?
I told them the truth. The other father started it.
Well, um... (CLEARS THROAT)
Oh! I, uh, stopped, and got you something. It's...
French Dip from Cole's. It was on the way.
Take care.
Do you wanna come in?
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (BARKS) - (GASPS)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
- (SQUEAKING) - (DOG BARKING)
LUISA: Sofía!
(IN SPANISH)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪