- ♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
♪ (UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
My father was part of a special envoy to France
at the end of the war.
He was quite influential with some of the language
in the Treaty of Versailles.
You don't say?
THOMAS MILLIGAN: President Poincaré gave him this bottle
from the personal collection of Napoleon.
There's an inscription by him on the inside of the label.
See what it says? "A la victoire."
- Yeah, I don't speak-- - To victory.
It's good.
(LAUGHS)
Where are you from, Peter?
Uh, it's Pete. San Bernardino.
San Bernardino. Were you on the force out there?
For a few years.
LA must've been a nice step up from that place.
More bang for your buck in this city.
- THOMAS: Hmm. - (ASHTRAY RATTLES)
I'd say a lot more.
- What's this? - THOMAS: Your bonus.
I don't need to know the particulars
of how you did it. (LAUGHS) I just wish
that you could have seen the look on Mason's face when I told the judge.
Pretty sure I can picture it.
Sincerely though.
The loyalty that you've shown to me in this office
is gonna go a long way, Pete.
Yeah.
- (THUDS) - Another belt?
Nah.
Wasted on a guy like me.
(CLOCK TICKING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
- Good morning. - He's running
- a few minutes late. - Hmm.
Did you really think I wouldn't figure this one out?
(WHISPERS) Oh, my God.
You know, I would say,
it would be worth you spending sometime in law school,
but after this meeting, it might be a moot point.
- Fuck you, Milligan. - (LAUGHS, CLEARS THROAT)
Off to an auspicious start, I see, Mr. Mason.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(WHISPERS) Anything I need to know about?
- Anything that I do? - JUDGE DURKIN: Sit, sit.
I spent a good part of the night looking further into this,
and I could not find a single precedent
to base a decision in this matter on.
Nor do I care to.
What in God's name were you thinking?
I was-- I was just doing what I thought was best for my clients.
- That's an interesting way of going about it. - JUDGE DURKIN: Tommy.
Judge, the citizens of this city are on edge.
- They want justice... - (SCOFFS)
...and they deserve it.
And part of that justice is making sure that it's known
that Mr. Mason needed to conceal evidence
in order to hide the fact that his clients murdered Brooks McCutcheon.
Now, I think
that charges of accessory after the fact
- are a fitting consequence. - Yeah,
save the histrionics for the jury. (INHALES DEEPLY)
You've created quite a shit show, my friend.
I'm ready to declare a mistrial.
(SIGHS) Durkin.
Uh, Your Honor, a mistrial wouldn't serve anyone.
I think all parties agree we need to bring this
to a conclusion of some sort.
We can try this again. I'm not worried.
PERRY MASON: Your Honor, if news of the gun were made public,
it would taint any jury going forward.
Then maybe you shouldn't have hidden it.
All right, all right. Now, here's what we're going to do.
Your office will put together a brief outlining two things.
A plan for going forward with the trial,
and the charges you plan to bring against Mr. Mason.
This will include an argument for making the gun admissible.
- Your Honor-- - And I do not want one leak
about this gun.
Brief on my desk, Friday morning. That's all.
♪ (SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Need some help?
No, I'm-- I'm good.
Thanks.
Thank you.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - PERRY: I'm busy.
Perry Mason's office.
One moment.
It's Pete Strickland.
(MOTORBIKE ENGINE RUMBLING)
- ♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ - (BIRDS CHIRPING)
Hey.
You ever drink cognac?
Not really, no.
Pussy punch is what they should call it.
Is that what they're drinking down at the DA's office
to celebrate?
Listen...
I don't like leaving things bad between us.
I just...
Sometimes I get myself pulled into things.
And I don't feel good about it,
but I do it anyway.
Yeah, I've been there.
Anyway, I just needed you to hear that from me.
You broke into our safe.
You shouldn't have made it so easy.
How did I make it easy?
You never even changed the combination?
E.B.'s birthday?
How could you fucking betray me like that?
- Betray you? - Yeah.
Betray you?
After all the shit
that you fucking dragged me through, Perry?
Oh, don't-- don't start that again.
- Don't fucking start that again! - Don't fucking tell me what
to start and not start. You know what?
- PERRY: We've been through this. - You've been through this?
- Yeah. - Shut the fuck up.
Scram.
Why don't you just get back on your tricycle
before you embarrass yours-- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS) - (GRUNTS)
- (PETE STRICKLAND GRUNTS) - (GROANS)
- (YELLS, GRUNTS) - (GROANS)
(PETE GROANS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(PERRY GRUNTS)
PETE: Get off of me!
(COUGHS)
(GROANS)
♪ (SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BOTH PANT)
So...
what are we gonna do about the case?
There's nothing to do.
I'm gonna get disbarred and thrown in jail.
(PANTS) So, that's it? Doesn't sound like you.
(PANTS)
(PETE GRUNTS)
I've got this one long shot.
Clickety-clack.
- (PERRY CHUCKLES) - (GRUNTS)
If I can piece together, some fucking bizarre evidence...
(INHALES SHARPLY) ...I could possibly
take down some of the biggest names
in this city.
So let's do it.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
Della, you know how long this meeting is gonna take?
I hate leaving that corner unmanned for too long.
- So, still nothing? - No.
Do you think Ozzie could've lied?
No. No,
Della, I can guarantee there's no chance of that.
Oh, no. No, no, no. You gotta be fucking kidding me.
- I know this isn't ideal. - No, it's far from ideal, Perry.
Mason thought you all could use an extra hand.
- And this is what you... - (SCOFFS)
...brought us? I'm not working with him.
Nothing's keeping you here.
Well, he is here to make amends...
- Oh, Perry. Perry. - ...because he was the--
You're not gonna-- no, don't...
(SIGHS) Because he was the one who broke into our safe.
What?
- I'm not surprised. - What?
- Trash is trash. - Oh, my fucking...
- That's my point, Perry. - You son of a bitch.
- I know. - What the hell were you thinking?
- PERRY: Ease up. - All right, ease-- Okay, ease up, you two. Ease up.
- Stop. - Dirty fucking cracker.
- You just call me a cracker? - Oh, you heard me.
- No, I heard you. - PERRY: Stop.
I heard you. You want to take it outside?
- What are you gonna do? - PERRY: Stop, stop.
- I'll go. Let's go right now. - PERRY: Stop it!
- Shut the fuck up. - Hey, stop, stop!
- I'll do two in one day. - (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
Stop it! What is wrong with you?
You want to lose two fights today? Be my guest.
This is my responsibility. All of it.
But I'm gonna ask all of you for your help
'cause I think we owe those brothers
everything we've got until Friday morning.
Friday morning, Pete Strickland is fair game.
You do to him whatever you want.
Whatever you want.
Okay.
Della, he's the only one who knows what Milligan's got.
(SCOFFS)
Thank you. Shut the fuck up!
All right. With that said...
Della, what's Burger going to ask for from this brief?
He's gonna make arguments to have the case continue
with the gun in evidence.
PERRY: Right. And that thing will drop on Durkin's desk
in less than two days,
so let's forget about where we were.
Let's start with where we are, all right?
What do we know?
- ♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
LYDELL MCCUTCHEON: I'm told your emperor is fond of horses.
Yes.
Shirayuki is Emperor Hirohito's most cherished possession.
A good steed can give joy and pride like nothing else can.
If he's ever looking for more,
I recently put an Arabian out to stud.
A perfect specimen.
It'd be an honor to give it to the emperor
as a gesture of my appreciation.
- You're very kind but not necessary. - Gentlemen.
Now that we've gotten all the pomp and circumstance
out of the way...
(IN JAPANESE)
CAMILLA NYGAARD: (IN ENGLISH) I look forward to speaking
with you gentlemen again soon.
What the hell was that?
It was difficult to speak with our business partners
from my seat.
It would've been rude to go the whole meal
- without saying hello. - (SCOFFS)
Oh, come now, Lydell, there's no conspiracy here.
We all want the same thing out of this deal.
Can't we forget about business for a moment
and just speak as friends?
-"Friends?" - CAMILLA: Yes.
Lydell.
All those unpleasant truths
about Brooks that were made so public in court.
I can only imagine your shame.
But this will pass. People will move on.
My grandsons won't.
They'll wake up without a father every day
for the rest of their lives.
And their lasting memory of him will be his name
on the front pages of the paper as a deviant.
Today's newspaper wraps tomorrow's fish.
You have the power to make people remember Brooks
the way you want him to be remembered.
And what do you suggest in your infinite wisdom?
Well...
A-- a monument or... (SIGHS)
...something that could
depict Brooks in whatever you think
is his best light as opposed to all this ugliness.
It could serve as a beautiful tribute
to your son.
What do you know of beauty, you fucking barren spinster?
You've said enough.
Of course.
An act of the most egregious moral turpitude, period.
Furthermore, comma,
the defense counsel's conduct violates...
(CLEARS THROAT)
What are you doing here?
Remember the night of the lightning storm?
At the Adam and Eve?
Your "friend" the architect
- stumbled over to our table-- - I do, and voice down.
What did I say when he left?
Uh... Yeah, um, you said, uh...
(SIGHS DEEPLY) "And here I thought
I was the only modern architecture enthusiast around."
That was the best night.
To know I wasn't alone.
What is this, Della?
I'm concerned.
- HAMILTON BURGER: About? - You.
If someone leaned on you to offer us that plea deal,
if they're still leaning on you--
Stop it. Stop it.
Honestly, I don't know if I'm more offended
that you would exploit our friendship
to try to win a case, or that you actually thought
this "I'm concerned" move would work on me.
I am concerned.
And I want to finish what I started.
- It is finished. - No, it's more than the gun
and the brothers, and you know that.
You had one good day in court.
Do you think that means you can change the world?
Ham...
I'm looking for the truth.
(CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
You won't like it.
(CHUCKLES)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Blackmail?
By whom?
- Lydell? - (BREATHES DEEPLY)
I don't know who it is.
- Oh, Ham. - (ENVELOPE RUSTLING)
I'm so sorry.
I am so careful and they still got in.
You cannot and should not go poking into this.
It's not worth it.
If we can figure out who's behind the blackmail,
- we can hit them back. - Christ.
(DRAWER CLOSING)
You're starting to sound like Mason.
Accept defeat gracefully.
- Let the Feds handle the rest. - Feds?
Why would the Feds handle anything?
Just let it go.
Anything else?
(INHALES DEEPLY)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
- (METAL GATE OPENING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) - (METAL GATE CLOSING)
(IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) They're not letting him see visitors.
- (IN SPANISH) - (IN ENGLISH) He's fine.
(BELL RINGING IN DISTANCE)
(BOTH IN SPANISH)
(METAL GATE OPENING)
(METAL GATE CLOSES)
(IN ENGLISH) He got accepted to art school.
- I didn't even know he applied. - LUISA GALLARDO: Hmm.
(MATEO GALLARDO SIGHS)
I'll let you decide if you want to give it to him or not.
- (BELL RINGING) - (METAL GATE OPENING)
♪ (PIANO PLAYING) ♪
He's become a liability.
- I don't like it. - Hmm.
- ♪ (PIANO STOPS) ♪ - You saw him at the lunch.
He snapped at me out of nowhere.
That sort of display is frowned upon,
especially amongst the Orientals.
Perhaps he doesn't like it when you undercut him in public.
Which reminds me,
did you remember to send our Japanese friends
an invitation to the concert?
It was hand-delivered to the embassy this morning.
Anything on your mind, Phippsy?
I'm fine.
No, you're not.
You're distant.
(SIGHS) If you're not pleased with my work, you should say so.
Don't be paranoid.
All I'm suggesting is...
you seem tired.
- ♪ (PIANO RESUMES) ♪ - Yes.
Well, the Sun never sets on the Nygaard Empire.
I've been thinking...
I wonder if there's room for Della Street in our office.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (WAVES CRASHING)
- What do you know, fucko? - Goddamn it.
(SIGHS)
Take a look. Place is swarming with inspectors.
PERRY: Really?
Who knew that federal government
cared so much about produce?
PETE: Come on.
You tellin' me this is all about price gouging?
Does the DA know you're moonlightin' for the other side?
Does your wife know you're moonlightin' as an asshole?
All right. How-- how often do these boats leave port?
EUGENE HOLCOMB: No idea.
My guy in the fed office says they always leave at night.
So clearly, they don't want people to see what they're dumping.
- Any idea where they're headed? - Some port in Japan.
PETE: We got to get on that boat. Get a better look.
Figure out why they're dumping all that veg.
HOLCOMB: And that's my cue.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
- It's been lovely, gentlemen. - Thank you.
Say, think we can pass for deckhands?
Did you hear what he said? It's headed to Japan.
Yeah, but they gotta be dumping it close to shore,
otherwise it wouldn't wash up.
So we go,
see why, grab a lifeboat, and get outta there.
All right, let's try.
I'd lose the leather jacket.
What? What? What if I'm freezing on the boat?
Ever known a deckhand to wear leather?
- ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DECKHANDS GRUNT)
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
(SHIP HORN BLARING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- PETE: (WHISPERS) Hey, Mason. - What?
Put that on.
(WHISPERS) It's still gonna be fucking freezing.
- PETE: Just put it on. - Shut up!
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(DECKHANDS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
- Hey, you feel that? - What?
- Feels like we've stopped. - DECKHAND 1: Release the bow!
I told you it wouldn't be far.
- (BELL RINGING) - DECKHAND 1: Clear the halyard.
- Here we go. - DECKHAND 2: Tie it off.
- DECKHAND 2: Somebody help secure that line. - ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC RESUMES) ♪
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
PETE: Holy shit, Perry. It's another fucking boat.
PERRY: Oh, my God.
- PETE: Would you look at that? - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- That's black gold, Perry. - Yeah. That's a lot of oil.
PETE: What the hell you think they're doing with it?
PERRY: I don't know,
but we don't have time to find out.
We gotta get the fuck off this thing.
Go.
PETE: (WHISPERS) Mase, lifeboat.
What? Those things hold 40 people.
You don't think we'll get noticed?
Shit.
You know what?
I can still make out the shore from here.
We ain't that far.
We just got to grab one of them crates
- that they threw over the side. - What? Hold on.
You're not suggesting we swim back?
Oh, I don't know. Either that or learn Japanese.
Goddammit!
PETE: Hey.
We'll be on land in an hour, tops.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
♪ (UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Holy fucking God.
And you thought stealing a horse was going too far?
- ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪ - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- ♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪ - (CAR HORN BLARING)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Well, how else am I supposed to see you?
You left before breakfast. Hmm.
Thank you.
Clara.
I don't need the hows and the whys.
You want to keep it locked up? Fine, I'll respect it.
Clara, I'm just up to my neck on this one and...
- I don't want you drowning, too. - Paul, if you drownin',
I'm drownin'.
So whatever happened,
I don't need you treating me like I was the one who did it.
You're right.
It's just...
(SIGHS) Clara, the choices I-- I made,
they used to have fewer consequences.
They didn't have this long reach.
What does that mean?
It means I'm scared, Clara.
And I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Please.
Come here.
You look tired.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
I'm not gonna fight you on that one.
Well, maybe you should rest a while.
I can watch the corner.
- No, no, no. - Why? What?
"What?" It's a bad idea, Clara.
- It's dangerous. - (SCOFFS) How so?
I'm just watching and writing.
You need to rest.
Something happens in the next hour,
trust me, I'll wake you.
Fine.
- We're looking for a-- - Old White man
- in a fancy red car. - Clara.
I know.
White girl. Blue sedan.
Now, shut your mouth and close your eyes.
Okay.
Okay. (BREATHES DEEPLY)
♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Thank you, Clara Drake.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
BROOKS MCCUTCHEON: What is this?
LYDELL: It's passage on the Santa Paula to Havana.
(BROOKS LAUGHS)
Why am I going there?
Because you won't accept reality,
and I have no other choice with you.
I'll tell Elizabeth and the boys it's for the company.
If this is about announcing the team at the soup kitchen,
you have to trust me that-- (GRUNTS)
LYDELL: Every time I tell you to do something,
it blows through your ears like the goddamn wind.
There are other people who matter in all your fuckups.
(SCOFFS) What other people?
Oh, this is about the subpoena.
You will get on that boat, you will stay in Havana,
and you will not come back until I tell you to.
"Concentrate on your charity work."
- What? - Those were your words to me.
And that's what I did.
Taking all that produce you were greedily wasting.
Feeding a nation that's starving.
I mean, I think the Feds would understand that.
I didn't tell you about it,
but what are we talking here? A fine at worst?
But this illegal oil deal you have going...
Yeah.
I have nothing to do with that. I mean, you made it very clear
I was to have nothing to do with your business.
My hands are clean.
So, I'm not so sure I'm the one with the real fuckups
right now, am I, Father?
I don't think I'm going anywhere.
- ♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ - (MATCH STRIKES)
DELLA STREET: From what I understand, Brooks McCutcheon
was under federal investigation before his death.
And the Bureau said
you were the man to see about the matter.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Brooks was doing business with a produce distributor
- named Charlie Goldstein. - He certainly was.
The two of them made a nice little piece of change
selling produce around the country.
Trouble is they neglected to notify us first.
Do you think they knew you were investigating them?
Think the subpoenas probably tipped 'em off, yeah.
Brooks and Goldstein were subpoenaed?
Called to testify before a grand jury.
Neither one made it.
Is the case file confidential?
Do you have access to it?
Yes. And yes.
Just a moment.
Of course.
(DOOR CLOSING)
- (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SIGHS)
- What? - Nah, I'm just remembering
the first time you assisted me,
at that rent party around the corner from here.
(LAUGHS)
How long had you been on the force? About a week?
No, five days. The, um...
the first big assignment I had on my own,
and he said, uh, "Drake, them people too loud.
- You've got to go down there and break that up." - Mm.
But I walked through that door and see the most gorgeous woman
I've ever seen.
- She is dancing. - Mm.
Oh, my goodness, in a way that make the good Lord blush.
- Oh, you such a liar. - (BOTH LAUGH)
Then you get right up in my face.
- You remember what you said? - Oh, I never forgot.
I said, "Look here, cop,
either you start moving your feet to this beat,
or you take your Black ass back out on that street."
- (LAUGHS) Oh, Clara Drake. - (CHUCKLES)
I'm so happy that I started moving my feet with you
and not out that door.
Hmm. 'Til them other police came.
(WHISPERS) I know.
(LAUGHS) And you had to duck out that back bedroom window
with your pants round your ankles.
(GROANS, LAUGHS)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Paul.
PAUL DRAKE: That's her.
Okay.
That's it.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(DOOR OPENING)
Well, it must have been a hard...
Oh.
- I thought you were Mr. Denning. - Mr. Denning had an emergency.
He won't be coming back to the office today.
- But he was just-- - That'll be all, Miss Street.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)
- (CAR BACKFIRES) - (GASPS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
MARION KANG: Mason and associates.
Marion, it's Della. I need to speak to Perry.
It's urgent.
Della thinks Brooks was taking the produce
that Lydell was dumping
and selling it on the black market.
Another losing scheme by the bumbling prince
- of the city. - PERRY: Yeah, but the Feds got wind of it.
So they subpoena him and Goldstein
to testify about the scam.
And someone's worried that's not the only thing
- they'll testify about, huh? - Ain't that the truth?
So, then why the big charade?
Why pretend to send veg to Japan,
- and sneak on all that oil? - That I don't know.
Maybe he's trying to hide his profits from the government?
- PETE: Yeah. - May I offer something?
Um, yeah, of course.
Could it be possible
the Japanese are using the oil for their military?
- Who are they at war with? - PERRY: Oh, my God.
MARION: They've taken over Korea,
Manchuria, China will probably be next.
PERRY: See, it's here.
"League Member Nations call for embargoes on Japan."
And McCutcheon clearly wouldn't want anyone knowing
he was selling oil to them.
Making buckets of cash under the table.
And Brooks's little side scam
was shining a very bright light on Daddy's bigger one.
So Daddy needed to extinguish that light.
If that's true, that means--
Lydell really did have his own son killed.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Okay, Clara, you wait here.
No, Paul, you can't go up to that house.
Not around here.
(PAUL EXHALES DEEPLY)
So, what do I say?
How about I'm a maid looking for work?
No, no, no, Clara. We've got to get a name.
How about, uh, you're Jehovah's Witness?
Uh-uh. I don't know nothing about those people.
Clara, Clara, all you've got to do
is ask for a donation.
Then you ask for their names
so you can inscribe them into the Kingdom of Heaven.
Clara, you sure about this?
Hell no.
Be careful.
- (BIRDS CHIRPING) - ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
- (OCCUPANT'S VOICE): Hello? - Hello.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Ma'am, I was wondering if I could have a moment
of your time.
RESIDENT: Come in.
- Hello? - ♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Hello?
RESIDENT: Hello?
Ma'am?
I know you.
You do?
You're Josephine Baker.
(BREATHES DEEPLY) No, ma'am.
You're such a beautiful negro, Josephine.
Have you come to dance for me?
Let me play you something.
(GRUNTS)
CLARA: Ma'am?
- (CONSTANCE BARBOUR CHOKES) - (WHISPERS) Oh, dear God.
- PHILLIP MCCUTCHEON: Pull! - (GUN TRIGGER CLICKS)
You're anticipating, Phillip.
Wait until the pigeon is at the high point
of its trajectory.
And don't lean back so much. Weight forward. Watch.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- LYDELL: Pull! - (GUN TRIGGER CLICKS)
See what I mean?
PERRY: You should listen to your grandfather.
He knows plenty about hitting targets.
What are you doing here, Mason?
Just returning something you dropped.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- Phillip. - PHILLIP: Yes, sir?
Go play.
You know, this whole time I thought you were
worried about protecting your son's name,
but you were just...
you were just protecting your profits.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a lousy dad,
but I would do anything to protect my son.
Just get to what you want.
I want a fair deal for my clients.
And just how am I supposed to do that?
PERRY: You work that out with Burger.
But you bring us something better this time.
Because if you don't,
if I'm suddenly no longer around when this offer is completed,
then all my research goes to the FBI and the press,
telling them that you've been feeding the fish
more fruits and vegetables
then you have people in your own soup kitchen.
- No. - PERRY: No, no. I can tell them more.
I can tell them a whole lot more.
How you illegally schemed with the Japanese
to sell them oil. And how you had
such little faith in your own son
not to tell people about it
that you paid to have him executed.
I did nothing but try to save him!
But he wouldn't let me!
And you and everyone else made it impossible
to protect his name.
I won't take the blame for this.
GLADYS: Hey! Hey! You in the car.
(PAUL SIGHS)
- Afternoon, ma'am. - You can't just park here.
I'm just waiting for my wife.
She works in the kitchen in one of them houses over there.
I've never seen you here before.
I know. She just started.
She should be out, I mean, any second now,
and then we gonna be right out your way.
Thank you, ma'am.
(WHISPERS) Shit. Come on, Clara.
- (CAR APPROACHING) - ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(WHISPERS) Shit.
MELVILLE PHIPPS: I'm home.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Any interest in going to Perino's this evening?
I ran into Gerald Nance, who said that he and his wife
were headed there.
Constance!
Oh, goddamn it!
How much did you use? (BREATHES HEAVILY)
Constance! (WHIMPERS) Fuck!
MELVILLE: Yes, I need an ambulance
sent to the Phipps residence. 820, North Canon Drive.
Yes, I understand. Please hurry.
♪ (UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (BREATHES HEAVILY) - Are you okay, are you okay?
Paul, drive.
PERRY: Brooks was clearly a liability.
How are you not to blame for his death?
Because I didn't want it, goddammit!
Then who did?
♪ ("BY THE STILL WATER, OP. 114" BY AMY BEACH PLAYING ON PIANO) ♪
MATEO: Rafa?
Rafa?
- Pardon the interruption, Miss Nygaard. - ♪ (SONG STOPS) ♪
LINUS HUCKLE: From this afternoon.
Get Mr. Phipps on the phone.
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♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪