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Are you sure?

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.
- Oh, good Lord.

Have you told Perry?

No, the second he knows, the game
changes for him, changes for everybody.

Hamstrings the case and how he tries it.

But, Clara, if he doesn't know,
he can just keep goin' on like he's...

Like he's been doing.

- How you fellas doing?
- All right.

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.

So, what's worse?
Knowing your clients pulled the trigger

or not being prepared
when the other side proves it?

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.

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?

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.

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.

Welcome to my life raft.

Come on.

Women and children first.

Just a moment.

Sneaky.

That's me.

Okay. In we go.

- Are you kidding?
- Here.

Listen, Faye Gordon
is a set designer friend of mine

and I had her steal most of this
when they wrapped Cuban Love Song.

So, don't turn anything over
because it all says "Property of MGM."

Fake. Fake.

Also fake.

It just keeps going.

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.

Better?

I'm gonna go get a fire going.
Don't go anywhere though, okay?

Anita...

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- We doin' just fine.
- Just fine.

Just fine. I see my pile.
I see your pile.

Two right here, and you know what,
the lovely lady only needs two.

- The dealer take one.
- Thank you, baby.

Oh, Clara. Y'all all right?

Looks like you need to crack the case
of the bad tuna sandwich.

- I been working on it. That was good.
- Hey, Mo!

- No.
- Give it a rest.

Yeah, Mo.
Take it easy.

You know, we 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.

Thank you, Pearl.

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.

Ain't gonna be no Uncle Toms
in my house. And he ain't dirty.

Got that?

- I know he ain't dirty.
- Amen, Mo.

But what is dirty is the way I've been
whoopin' your ass all night long!

- That's not a lie. That's not a lie.
- Here we go. Here we go.

Take all five of them.

- No more bets. No more bets, please.
- Yeah.

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.

I don't know.
Maybe if we got a band.

Right.

You think Guy Lombardo plays for tips?

- 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,

but he a had a line
on free fuckin' cauliflower.

He finally started throwing cash
our way about what?

Five months ago?

Yeah.

Teddy, if these kids at school are saying
things about me and calling me names...

No, Dad, they were 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.

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.

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.

- Isn't that your teacher, Miss Aimes?
- Where?

Miss Aimes!

- Hello. Good morning, you two.
- Good morning, Miss Aimes.

This is a surprise.
I didn't take you for a rider.

I throw that slightly offensive assumption
right back at you.

I'm-- Yes--

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?
- Just trying to get the hang of it.

Although,
I think the horse is having more fun.

- Dad.
- What?

Mind if I give it whirl?

- How's Zephyr feeling, Teddy?
- Good.

She's the sweetest gal here.

Much better than that stubborn beastie
they had you on before.

Hey, Teddy, keep your heels down.

Let him solve it.
He solves it, it's his.

Apparently, you don't just teach children,
Miss Aimes.

Call me Ginny.

It still feels strange
being called "Miss Aimes."

Why is that?

You know,
I was Mrs. Aimes for so long.

- Your husband...
- Divorced.

So, you just... kept the name,
got rid of the man?

It's much more preferable.

It saved me from going back
to my maiden name...

Szymanski.

Sorry.

- How long you been in LA?
- A year.

I'd always wanted to come.

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.

I think we've got ourselves
a new city slogan.

You know what I like most
about this town?

No one tells you what was.

Only what can be.

That's it, Teddy. Look where you're going
and go where you're looking.

- Thanks for the ride, Miss Aimes.
- You're welcome.

- Dad...
- What?

Yes. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Do you wanna give
Zephyr some carrots?

- Yeah.
- Do you remember what to do?

- Hands up.
- Flat hand.

- Flat hands.
- Flat hands.

Good job.

I'm here every Saturday
if you ever want another lesson.

Him or me?

Here, Zephyr.

- Dad, she slobbered on me.
- You know what that means?

She's smitten.

- Stop it.
- Thanks.

Your dad's gonna be so excited
to see you.

Sit with your dad.

You look tired, are you ok?

Mr. Mason got us real mattresses.

Really?

He even gave Rafita those pencils.

We're fine auntie.

Things aren't so bad.

Right, Rafa?

Visitation's over.

It's for Maria.
They tell a nice story, okay?

Goddamn it!

Shit.

- Hi.
- Hello. I was trying to surprise you.

This is surprising. What did you do?

- I burned it.
- On a pan?

No, I was trying
to chop that stupid tomato

and my cigarette fell out of my mouth.

Where's the salt?

- Nice robe.
- Thank you.

Here. Hold that.

Just hold it there.

Now...
what is it you were attempting to make?

Huevos Rancheros?

You know, there's a really
great Mexican joint in town.

- We could just go--
- Step aside.

All right.

Okay... turn on a burner,
put a pan on, low heat.

And try not to drop a cigarette in.

We don't have you listed as clients
and we never have.

Are 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!

Let me repeat my question
so you can hear me.

- You ever deliver to the Morocco?
- I don't know anything.

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.

Look...

- I'm not tryin' to jam up a working man.
- 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.
- There you go.

See, it's not that hard, right?

I think my business partner...

was running a game...

making some pretty good coin on it.

You know, I just wanna know what it was.

I figure...

you had to be making something
on the side, right?

So was a lot of these other fellas. But...

today's your lucky day...

'cause I'm not talkin' to them.

I'm talkin' to you.

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.

What else were you moving for 'em?

You had to be movin'
somethin' other than vegetables

to be makin' all that cash.

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.

- Good morning, Miss Street.
- Good morning, Marion.

- Good weekend?
- Yes. Thank you.

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?

Yeah,
I took Teddy horseback riding.

- Teddy?
- Yeah.

Yes. He and Linda moved back.
And, yes, I didn't tell you that either.

But that the only other thing, I swear.

So, you've decided
telling me things is okay now?

I'm gonna try.

I found him.

- Found who?
- Noreen's brother. Vincent.

- He's on the city council.
- Councilman? V. Taylor?

- Are you sure?
- 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.

McCutcheon Stadium. District Seven.

That's quite a leap.

But definitely worth a conversation
with the councilman.

- Good work.
- 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.

- Couldn't it have just been--
- They did it. They're guilty.

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!

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.

This is the only thing standing
between you and the noose.

- And he's about to walk out that door.
- I'm not about to. Good luck.

- 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.

We just wanted a quick score.
Easy money.

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.

Level two.

He should've just done what we said.

But he grabbed Rafa from his seat.

Rafa yelled at me to do something.

So, I shot him.

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.

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.

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?
- 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.

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?
- 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.

I'll look into it.
There may be a workaround.

I'm sorry, is that an example
of the illusion of justice?

That these guys could get away
with killing, 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!

Goddamn him!

Let him go.

Mr. Milligan?

Perry Mason is here to see you.

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.

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.

- He's full of shit.
- 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.

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.

Thank you.

I swear to God, it took everything in me

not to smack that cat-ate-the-mouse
grin off Milligan's stupid face.

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.

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.

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?

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.

- 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.

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.

We're good. We're good. We're good.

There's no one here.

No, no, no, no. I just want you to see it.
You were curious.

It was a hypothetical. Not something
that's ever really gonna happen.

Look at these beauties, Mason.

Someone forgot to lock the door.

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.

It's pitch black. How are you even
gonna see where you're going?

I don't have to. He can.
He really is a perfect machine.

Last chance to hop on board.

- This is your thing.
- It sure as hell is.

Hold onto this.
I'm gonna hold onto him.

Your daddy's not gonna be happy
about this.

You're one crazy son of a bitch, Mase.

Come on!

Yeah! Go, boy.

Come on, boy.

Strick, you seein' this?

We've got ourselves a race here, folks.
It's Gusher's Rush and Gallant Fox.

Gusher's Rush,
ridden by Perry Mason.

And down the backstretch they come,
Gusher's Rush and Gallant Fox.

Gallant Fox and Gusher's Rush!

And at the wire,
it's Gusher's Rush by a nose!

Oh, good Christ.

Perr!

Perr, Let's go. Hey. Come on.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Shit.

- Come first.
- Do you see 'em?

- Quit laughin'! Quit laughin!
- Shut up!

I told you!

- You clocked? You got 'em?
- Shut up!

I told you!

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!

- I gotta be up to work in two hours.
- What? To kiss Burger's ass?

Pete Strickland don't kiss
nobody's ass, Perry.

- Really?
- Yeah. Fuck you.

I'm just tryin'
to keep my fuckin' job, Perry.

- Pleasure to see you again, Miss Street.
- You too. Thank you.

Right this way.

Once more from the top.

Okay, entering the different
articulations, don't anticipate.

Here they come, the back and forth,
staccato, legato.

Good.

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.

Keep playing, dear. I'm listening.

You must try the coarse wheat bread.

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.

But longevity, that is the key.

- And what have you learned?
- 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?

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.

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.

I mean, with you and Mr. Mason.

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?

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.
- 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.

...and the rest is 40 to 50 years later.

- Mr. Mason.
- Have you seen Teddy?

- He's just there.
- Hey, Teddy? Let's go.

- Just a second.
- No, no, no. Now. Let's go now.

- Hold on.
- 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.

Teddy, let's go. Let's go, now. Now.

Go. I'll take him home.

- Come on, baby.
- No, I don't, no, no, no.

We have this place to ourselves
for the first time in a month.

And you gonna sit there
like a cow chewin' cud.

Paul Drake, get up right now
before I stick you with my sewing needle.

Where is it?

Where's what?

The place that your head
is visiting right now?

- The case.
- Yeah.

Baby, those boys confessed to ya.

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 theirself 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.

- Yeah.
- So, investigate.

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.

And I don't wanna
spend this time dancin'.

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.

- Suck your dick for a quarter.
- Yeah?

I'll pay you twice that not to.

Despite US 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.

Hold on there, killer.

- I just wanna talk.
- Fuck off, nigger.

Now, just let me show you
what I got in the bag.

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?

I don't care as long
as their money's good.

Got another beer?

Mr. Mason?

Hi.

Hello.

I...

I got your address
from the registrar's office.

- Is Teddy okay?
- Yes, he's fine.

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...

I stopped and got you something. It's...

French Dip from Cole's.
It was on the way.

Take care.

Do you wanna come in?

Sofía!

What do you have there?

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