But what's Camilla's motive?
The same as all the others. Money and power.
- But who's to say Lydell isn't lying? - Della, the man had a gun to my chest.
It wasn't the other way around. He's not lying.
It was his son, his cargo ships, his trying to stop you--
You're in denial. You're in...
Oh, Della, my wife, Clara.
- How do you do? - Can we bring you something?
A smoke would be nice.
Here.
What Clara snatched from inside the house.
Maybe this will make you believe Lydell.
Melville Phipps.
His wife, Constance, she's our junkie.
Constance Barbour? The pianist?
Went down just like Ozzie said. Clara and I saw it all.
More than I needed to.
But Camilla's...
Fuck!
Who's Camilla?
She's who Phipps works for. He's her attorney.
She ordered Phipps to arrange the murder.
So how do you want to play this with her?
You can't play this with her. She's too smart. She's not gonna be intimidated.
I think we should take everything we have and go straight to Burger.
I agree.
We might need another way.
Della, there isn't another way. Durkin is ruling tomorrow morning.
There's a reason Burger won't deal with us.
And that is?
I can't say.
You can't just tell us the one person who could possibly save this trial...
won't, and then not explain why.
Burger's being blackmailed,
and now we all know who by.
What's she got on him?
Photos.
Of?
Come on.
Okay, your word that this never leaves this room.
You've got it.
Photos of him...
No, you're gonna judge him. I'm not...
With another man.
Durkin is ruling in eight hours. What the fuck are we supposed to do now?
We need more time.
I still feel that some of the language in the brief could be a little stronger,
but it'll get the job done.
Have you decided who you're putting on the Broderick case?
Not yet.
It'll be a good follow-up once this is done.
I think I've more than earned it.
Although, I did promise Mary and the kids a couple days at the beach.
- Can I ask you something? - Sure.
How'd you find out about the gun?
Had one of our snoops break into Mason's office.
I hate to admit it, but you were right about Mason.
He is shrewd, boy.
Well, clearly not as shrewd as you.
That's why we're gonna win this thing.
And I'm glad about that.
But it was a risky move on your part.
You could have jeopardized this office.
Yeah, but I didn't.
It's the job, isn't it?
That book you were reading, The Good Earth.
Was it a happy ending?
You'll find out in my chambers in half an hour.
- Of course. Understood. - Yes.
Can I speak off the record?
I'm not a fan of ex parte communications, Mr. Mason.
I know, I know that.
I also know you've put up with a lot of crap during this trial,
and I just wanted to say how grateful I am to you for being so fair.
Well, if you didn't know...
being fair is a small detail of a judge's oath.
I think you see the benefit of allowing this trial to continue
for these boys with competent counsel.
Be a bit difficult to include you in that category currently, wouldn't you agree?
I still insist that I'm their best option
because no public defender will fight as hard for them as I have.
However, I also believe that I deserve some other...
kind of punishment that the court sees fit.
Here.
This one, he needs a little polish.
- Hello? - Phippsy, where have you been?
I've been calling since this morning. You left...
I'm sorry, I was up half the night.
You left out several points on the Ulrich deal which we need to discuss.
I don't have the Ulrich file in front of me.
- The agreed upon acreage is... - I can ask them that.
And where's the copy of the covenants?
- Yeah, let me get a pad and pen. - I just want to make changes.
- Go ahead. - The agreed upon acreage has...
Shit.
And I won't blame you if you run.
That's what a punk does.
Never took you for one.
We both know the street's got rules. I broke them.
- Got what's mine. - Yeah.
Game ain't never gonna be fair.
Not for us, down here.
Is what it is.
You're right.
That it, then?
No, no, no. I got one little piece of business.
Why would I help you?
You'd be helping yourself.
Well, I was prepared to declare a mistrial,
but I have reconsidered.
The trial will continue.
The gun will be admitted with no mention as to how it was obtained.
Your Honor, in lieu of mentioning the gun was locked in Mr. Mason's safe,
I'd like to provide a location for the jury
that connects the gun to the defendants.
That's not in the brief.
Has she completely taken over the practice now, Mason?
- Why, does that scare you? - Enough.
Mr. Milligan's request seems reasonable.
Where did the gun come from, Mr. Mason?
- The Hooverville. - Any more specifics?
No, that's specific enough.
Once the trial is concluded,
Mr. Mason will plead guilty to Penal Code 135, concealing evidence,
and be sentenced to four months in county jail.
Your Honor, that charge seems a little excessive.
I think it's fair and fit, don't you, Mr. Mason?
I do.
The state will be granted two additional witnesses.
Let's keep this thing short and sweet.
Mr. Mason, it should go without saying,
it's likely in your best interest
to avoid cross-examining either of these witnesses, huh?
Does this plan suit the prosecution?
It does, Your Honor.
Can you line up witnesses for the top of the week?
- I believe so. - Fine. We're back in session.
Monday morning, 9:00 a.m.
Perry...
- What you just did in there-- - Yeah.
- It was-- - Don't. It's okay.
It...
It buys us some time to get those pictures.
Come on.
Let's get her into a bath.
I'm sorry.
- It's all right. - Phippsy.
Did you hear something?
Oh, Phippsy!
What are you doing?
We thought you might be busy, so we let ourselves in.
I have a gun.
Yeah, so do I. Look, mine's right here. How far away is yours?
- Well? - We know everything.
And we'd like the photographs and the negatives that you have on Burger.
- Excuse me? - We know Camilla is blackmailing him.
And we have Ozzie Jackson, who's agreed to testify against you.
All it took for Ozzie to agree
was the same persuasive tactics you used on him.
You're amateurs.
It will never stick.
Phippsy...
you're grasping.
Melville!
Your wife doesn't sound too good. Seems like she might need you around.
You shut your mouth!
Darling!
Come on.
I'm not a murderer.
I was just doing my job, like I've always done for her.
You've clearly been nothing but a loyal advocate to Camilla.
But where's that loyalty got you, Phipps?
It got you here,
fully exposed, about to be indicted, and no one here to protect you.
Or Constance.
Fuck!
Work with us.
What does that mean?
How are you both holding up?
Okay. Anxious.
Monday will probably be our last day in court.
So, we just wanted to fill you in on the proceedings.
The gun will be admitted,
but they don't know anything about Twist renting it to you.
That won't come up.
Which means they can't directly connect the gun to you.
This is a good thing.
Can I ask you something? About if we lose...
- We can appeal. - No, not about that. Just...
Do you know how to write a will?
Yes. Well, yes, we have experience with that.
Can you do one for me?
Of course.
I just had wishes for Maria.
I want one too.
Just saying you make sure our bodies are brought back to our family
after we're hung.
That way they have something to visit instead of some mass grave.
We can write up whatever you want.
Thank you.
- Good morning. - You got a minute?
Not really, no.
You kept your word.
You kept out of sight during my trial.
You like our neighborhood?
Could be better.
Well, I'm looking to change that.
I want to build a park, a public pool.
- Give us our own utopia. - Why are you telling me this?
Because to do any of that,
I need a man of your skills.
You need a man with my set of skills to do what?
These are the home addresses of all the city councilmen that stand in our way.
Dig up whatever you can.
Help persuade them crackers.
Get zoning permits.
Do good for our people.
Officer Champlin, what department do you work in?
In the evidence locker.
Would you please read for the jury the location in which this gun was found?
On the corner of 85th and Lou Dillion Street.
- 85th and Lou Dillion. And what's there? - A Hooverville.
The same Hooverville in which the Gallardo brothers resided.
- Mr. Mason? - No, no, no questions, Your Honor.
How many tests did your laboratory conduct on the gun, Mr. Farkas?
We did a series of 20 firings of the gun in a controlled environment.
What did each of these tests reveal?
The ballistics from every single bullet fired
was an exact match for the bullet that killed Brooks McCutcheon.
Thank you.
Brooks McCutcheon didn't murder himself.
The defense
made a desperate and unsavory attempt to paint him as a villain,
but regardless, no matter what opinions you may have formed about him,
we are here right now
because he was a victim.
Rafael and Mateo Gallardo murdered Brooks McCutcheon in cold blood.
Two Mexicans, resentful of the more fortunate.
So bitter that they ripped the life from Brooks McCutcheon
and then discarded it with as much indifference as his wallet.
Guests in our country.
They were too lazy to work their way out of hardship.
A hardship that we've all endured during these trying times,
because law-abiding Americans, we know something...
that the Gallardos never will.
America is a great country,
and it takes care of those who are not afraid to work hard.
There are enough substantiated facts to prove that the Gallardos are guilty.
Eyewitness testimony, the evidence of a murder weapon, and where it was found.
It is your duty to make an example
of those who take the easy, hateful, and destructive way out.
Return the verdict of guilty.
Thank you.
Mr. Mason, you may proceed with your closing argument.
A very well-established attorney here in Los Angeles once said to me...
"There's no such thing as justice." "There's only the illusion of justice."
Now, this case has been laid out before you.
You have all the information you need to reach a verdict.
But if we're gonna be truthful, honest with each other for just a moment,
you, ladies and gentlemen,
had predetermined views when you swore an oath to be impartial,
and that's not an indictment. That's merely a fact.
Because every instant of our life,
our wealth, our poverty, our race, our passions
predetermine how people perceive us and our actions.
Now, if that is true...
is real justice possible, or is it just an illusion?
All I ask is that you bear that in mind in reaching a decision.
For the reception, I want the citrus supreme and the broiled filet.
I want an assortment of citrus this time, not just the grapefruit.
I didn't think you were coming today.
Just getting the new contracts to review at home.
Did you reach our friend at the federal office?
All files related to the Brooks McCutcheon investigation
have been taken care of.
And the chatty employee?
Same as the files.
How's Constance? Has Dr. Evans been helpful?
I don't know that his treatment has been helping much yet--
Don't get dismissive so soon.
Dr. Evans may be unconventional, but that's why he's effective.
It's not as if anything else you've tried with Constance has worked, has it now?
- No. - You should have seen this coming.
She always gets like this before a concert.
It's selfish in a way, considering how much goes into these evenings.
It was the only bright spot for me with everything else that's going on.
Well, hopefully we can salvage it.
- They're ready to fit the dress on you. - Thank you, Louise.
- In the Blue Room, yes? - Yes, of course.
Do you remember the name of the orchids
Ambassador Debuchi brought me?
- Tiger's Mouth. - Of course.
I think I'll order some for the recital.
Mr. Phipps called six times in the last hour.
These are all pictures of Burger?
No.
Who doesn't she have pictures of?
That's everything Camilla had on you.
We made sure of it.
I thought I made it clear, Della, I did not want your involvement in this.
I know, and I'm sorry.
But... you're free.
"Free..."
You know better than that.
So now you know.
- I don't care. - I do.
The pictures and the negatives are yours no matter what.
We also have proof that Camilla's behind Brooks' murder.
A direct line from her to the brothers.
And with the federal investigation,
which has yet to even scratch the surface of the real conspiracy.
This is all yours to open up, whatever investig--
I'm... grateful for what you did for me.
But I'm still the DA of this city.
A city that has been reminded of this crime
on the radio, in the papers, every day.
Someone has to pay for it.
Ham, we are handing you this on a platter.
You could open up a massive criminal investigation.
At the center of which
would be the woman who tried to own you with blackmail.
All right.
Only one of them pulled the trigger...
so if he confesses...
I'll drop the charges on the other.
Fifteen years for the one who pleads guilty.
- Life. - Thirty.
But no parole. That's the best I can do.
- Twenty. - Della. Okay, all right.
We'll talk to the brothers.
Thank you.
- Hello, Ms. Street, Mr. Mason. - Hello.
It's nice to see you all together.
We know you're in the middle of your visit--
But we need to talk to you now.
The DA has come back with a...
much better deal.
How much better?
He's agreed to drop the charges for one of you.
- One of us? - Yeah.
- And the other one? - Plead guilty with a 30-year sentence.
Parole?
No.
- You're gonna get out of here. - No.
It should be you. You have Sofía, you have Maria.
I'll still have them.
Yes.
It's time to end this.
- Verdict come in yet? - No.
Okay. Why did you want to see me?
I'm taking you off the Gallardo case. You're not needed anymore.
The jury is about to deliver a verdict in our favor.
Verdict is irrelevant now. I made a deal with Mason.
I'm sorry, you made a deal?
Mateo Gallardo is pleading guilty with an agreed-upon sentence.
Rafael Gallardo is going free.
- Is this some sort of joke? - Hardly.
Why would you go behind my back?
- I'm the DA. - And I won the fucking case.
Goodbye, Tommy.
This is bullshit.
It has been brought to my attention
that the defense and prosecution have reached an agreement.
Mateo Gallardo, will you please stand and address the court?
Mateo Gallardo, you've previously pled not guilty
to the murder of Brooks McCutcheon in the first degree.
How do you wish to plead now?
Guilty, Your Honor.
Your Honor, my client would like to give a brief statement, if that's possible.
Go ahead.
Today I stand before you to let it be known...
that I alone shot and killed Brooks McCutcheon,
and I alone shall pay the price.
You'll get it, Bake. We're not out of this.
We can have the Governor invite them out.
Do a whole tour. Make it first class, have the owners see it all for themselves.
- Sure. - Yeah, might turn the trick.
We'll talk about it.
- Hey. Hey. We don't have to do this. - I got it.
Bake.
Bake!
I know there's no excuse for killing a man.
Do I wish things had been different for me?
Of course.
More food to eat. A real home.
But none of those things can compare
to the feeling one gets from the love and loyalty of family.
We may have come from different worlds...
but I think it's the one thing that we can both agree is the most important in life.
I am truly sorry for robbing that from you.
If you will remain standing.
Will the other defendant please rise?
Mateo Gallardo,
you are hereby sentenced to 30 years in state prison.
Pursuant to Penal Code 1202,
you will be taken to the warden of the state prison at San Quentin.
Rafael Gallardo, you are hereby dismissed from this proceeding...
It's all right. It's okay.
...and immediately discharged from custody.
This court is now adjourned.
Mateo...
- I love you. - Me too.
My office is very satisfied with the outcome.
We set out to ensure that justice was served.
Today, it has been.
It is my great hope that Mateo Gallardo's conviction
will bring the McCutcheon family some much-needed solace.
I don't think an internal investigation into the planting
of Rafael Gallardo's fingerprint in evidence is out of the question.
- Are you upset about losing? - I honestly don't see it as a loss.
We did what we had to do. And we did it as best we could.
But none of this would have been possible
without the real star of this trial, which was Ms. Della Street.
Ms. Street, how did it feel to expose Brooks as a woman strangler?
It's not a pleasant truth, but I'm glad we were able to speak up for Ms. Lawson
and the other women he mistreated.
Did you find it difficult to be taken seriously with Councilman Taylor?
Do you find it difficult to be taken seriously as a reporter?
Miss Street, my sources tell me you've been seen out on the town
with a special someone.
You've been on the arm of the district attorney on more than one occasion.
We're old friends.
Well, can you tell the readers,
is there anyone who's more than an "old friend" in your life?
Currently? No.
But future husbands are a topic for another day.
Well, Mr. Mason, that completes our business together.
- Yes. Paul, I will be back. - I don't need you to be.
Look, this case, Perry, I sacrificed too much.
With Clara, with Lucius, and none of it was for them.
I think it's time I start taking care of my own.
Yes.
Now, you watch out. She's better at that than you.
I finished up those contracts for the new Sunny Markets properties.
You just have to sign them before you go.
We made a lot of money out of Sunny
You know what you said in court about justice being an illusion,
did you mean that?
What I asked was if real justice was possible.
Perry, look at what we had to do.
We hid a murder weapon,
we pre-arranged a witness, a cop, to lie on the stand.
Well, that was more like... half-truths, but go on.
And stopped a blackmail with another blackmail.
Does any of that add up to real justice?
It's like Sunny's melons.
Excuse me?
Well, we both know he pumps his melons full of water.
And no one knows what he's doing in the back room,
but they still get to walk out with a juicy melon.
It's not justice that's an illusion, it's the system.
Okay, so...
- What are we supposed to do with that? - We fight.
Fight?
What?
Nothing.
Is there any place you want to go tonight, your last night?
My treat.
Right here is just fine.
I'm headed to jail today.
It has to do with the gun.
Turns out the prosecutor had...
Well, had someone break in to my office.
I know.
What was that thing you said about Los Angeles?
- No one tells you what was... - Only what can be.
Maybe, eventually, you could see me that way.
Anyway...
Hey.
When did you say you're getting out?
Four months.
So, it'll be autumn then?
I suppose.
They say Yosemite's lovely that time of year.
What a lovely surprise.
I just have a few more laps if you don't mind waiting a moment.
I won't take up much of your time.
Could you hand me a towel, dear?
There's power in the truth.
Isn't that what you said to me?
And what is the "truth" you came all the way here to share?
I know who you really are.
Your impression of me is too simple, I can assure you.
Brooks McCutcheon.
It was you, Camilla.
Della...
the way Brooks abused those women was atrocious.
And what you did in court,
exposing him for all the world to see, that was very important.
- I'm proud of you-- - I acted on behalf of my clients.
Don't pretend you acted for the greater good.
Brooks was malignant.
He was a spoiled boy who ravaged everything he touched.
He had to be taken care of.
And the truth about him had to come to light.
- You simply finished what I started. - I can't believe I ever admired you.
- I'm nothing like you. - Get off your goddamn high horse.
You know, you can say the word "husband" to the press all day long,
but that is not going to protect you.
You, more than anyone,
should understand the hard choices we have to make
and the dangers that ripple out from them.
They ripple and ripple until it catches up with you and you're drowning.
Camilla Nygaard, Bureau of Investigation.
We'll meet again, I'm sure.
Until then, good luck to you.
Good afternoon, gentlemen. If you'd like to step inside,
I'd be happy to answer any of your questions.
Have you eaten?
Thinkin' about your skills?
No.
You're gonna need something to trade on.
Yeah, you keep saying.
What was yours, again, when you were locked up?
Sewing.
- Sewing? - Yeah, my mother taught me.
You can laugh, but in the joint, it's gold. Got me a lot of goodwill.
Yeah, I think being an attorney will be an asset.
No, no, no. No.
If you go blabbing about being a lawyer in there,
you're gonna have every hard-luck case knocking on your cell bars,
begging you for help.
Huh? That's what got you here.
You got me here, Pete.
Yeah, fair enough.
Look, I'll make sure I start your bike once a week.
I tell you I pissed in Milligan's beloved cognac bottle?
One way of handing in your notice.
À la victoire, asshole.
- I better go. - Yeah.
Hey, take these.
Actually, you got any Beech-Nut?
So long.
Yeah, I'll see ya around...
fuck-o.
Give him your bag, empty your pockets in the tray, take off your watch.
To my brilliant Anita and cameras rolling on her latest opus.
- Well done, darling. - All thanks to my muse.
You two should come visit set. That could be fun.
Could introduce you to Cary Grant. I can introduce Cary Grant to you.
- Picture of the happy couple? - Yes.
- Paul, Mr. Perkins' office. - Okay.
Raise that.
Yeah.
Okay, okay, got it.
Heading out now.
- Gotta go. - You be careful with my husband.
Let's go, Maria, your father is expecting us.
Tell Mateo I'll see him tomorrow after class.
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