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Good morning.
After an extensive manhunt,

two men, Rafael and Mateo Gallardo,
ages 18 and 20, respectively,

were arrested for the murder
of Brooks McCutcheon.

Suspects were found

living in a vagrant camp
in the Vernon area of Los Angeles.

The Gallardos are of Mexican
extraction, unemployed,

and were apprehended together.

While the death of any citizen
is shocking,

the loss of a leading light
of this city is truly a tragedy.

I want the words to ring out
to all who can hear me now

that justice will be done.

The police have performed
their job with honor.

And my office will try this case
with the utmost integrity

to ensure the people of Los Angeles
receive the verdict they deserve.

To that end,

I am assigning my top deputy
to the case, Mr. Thomas Milligan.

Thank you,
District Attorney Burger.

Gentlemen, savages,
such as these men,

have no place
in our civilized society,

and the evidence already gathered
against these two is overwhelming.

Now, I've been tasked
with sending a message

to all who wish to do us harm,

and that message
is we will not allow you to terrorize

good, law-loving people.

The ultimate punishment of death is
the only sentence that I will accept,

and I will not rest
until that justice is done.

Mr. Milligan, quick question.
Quick question.

Mr. Milligan, a little more please?

You can actually smell when ants get
at these. They leave behind an odor.

Gotta be able to recognize that.

Look, my best produce supplier
just left me high and dry,

so I'm testing out some new ones,

which means I'm gonna need you
to draw up some contracts

once I decide who passes muster.

Sure. We'd love to take a look
at the old contracts

so we can have an understanding
of your requirements.

We didn't have anything formal.

Of course. Well, if you need us
to vet any new suppliers...

What? So I can find out they're all
crooked? Thanks. I already know.

No, your job is to make sure they
don't screw me on your end. All right?

You catch all the crap
they try in the contracts,

then you do the same thing back
to them but ten times harder.

After what you pulled off with Purtell,
we're going straight for the jugular.

We'll get right on it,
won't we, Mr. Mason?

Yeah, of course. Right on it.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

Marion got the picture fixed.

Good.

You didn't like it being up anyway,
did you?

Not really.

- You didn't say much in the meeting.
- You were handling it.

Sounds like that contract work will keep
you busy for a while. That's good.

- You mean keep us busy, not just me.
- Yeah.

- Mr. Mason, Miss Street, this is--
- My name is Luisa Gallardo.

We came to see you

because my nephews,
Rafael and Mateo, were arrested.

Gallardo?
The Brooks McCutcheon thing?

They didn't do anything wrong.
This is Sofia. Mateo's wife.

- How do you do?
- Pleased to meet you.

- Please...
- Yeah.

Sit down.

We don't know what is happening
to our boys! No one will talk to us.

Hold on. Who's their lawyer?

They should've been assigned
a public defender.

Yes, his name is Frank Dillon.

We called and even went to his office,
but he said he was too busy to see us.

Public defenders have a lot of cases
at any given time.

They aren't killers! Rafael is an artist.
And Mateo, he wants to be a mechanic.

l understand all that.
We can't take this case.

Emily Dodson. You save her.

- No, no, I didn't.
- That was very different circumstances.

But you believed she was innocent
when no one else did.

Mrs. Gallardo, we understand
how hard this must be for you,

but we can't just step onto this case.

This firm now specializes in civil law,
not criminal.

We would be happy to put in a call
to Mr. Dillon for you.

Why don't you call here
at the end of the day?

And we'll let you
know what we found out.

I don't care what reason you have
for ignoring us.

We need help.

We need you.

l'm sorry. I can't.
l'm not the right man for this. I'm not.

Let's go!

Come, Maria.

- Well, that was...
- Yeah.

Sit.

The Birch is where Perkins
does most of his business.

The days I sat on it, there was a
whole host of comings and goings.

I catalogued each person
that Perkins came in contact with.

And one thing's for certain:
ain't no one watching him but me,

and ain't no real threats to him
that I can see wanting him gone.

Who's this about?

Down on Central, Perkins
got his hands in everybody's pie.

- Shakedowns?
- No, no, it's just some loan sharking.

Come on. There's a Perkins
in every neighborhood.

Truth is Perkins sees better
than most of them.

He puts a lot of that money back in,
and he's helping folks out.

Either way, I couldn't suss out
nobody looking to take him out.

Tell you what,

take this to room 206
down at Justice.

Give me your hours.
I'll get you paid.

Good work.

I heard the press conference
this morning.

- How'd I sound?
- Exactly like a D.A.

Not sure if that's a compliment or a jab.

I'll let you chew on it.

Did Dillon come to you about a plea yet?
For the Gallardo brothers?

No. We wouldn't offer it if he did.

Thank you.

- What do you think of this place?
- It's magnificent.

Supposedly, Camilla Nygaard burned
through 20 architects to build this thing.

Didn't even name it after herself.

I think she might be insane
for that alone.

Why aren't you open to a plea? These
are practically kids we're talking about.

Over here, Mr. Burger!

Kids who killed Brooks McCutcheon
for a few bucks and a gold coin.

Thank you.

- So...
- Yes.

Give them 25-years-to-life,
they confess in court,

saves you a trial, saves them
from the noose.

With a chance at parole? No. I don't think
so. I've been in this office a month.

I'm gonna throw something this
big back into the pond?

Anyway, I mean, since when
did you become their lawyer?

Sorry, I was just curious.

So, with whom were you supposed
to be here this evening?

One of the Chandler girls,

but she decided to come down
with German measles.

Or maybe she's as uninterested
in a piano concert as you are.

She is uninterested in anything
but herself.

Thank you.

How about this?

The brothers get life. No parole.
No death penalty,

but incarceration somewhere close
enough their family can visit.

We all sadly realize
that we are a guest short this evening

with the tragedy
and loss of Brooks McCutcheon.

But those of us who knew Brooks

also know that he would want
this night to go on.

And so, we dedicate this evening to him.

Now, as many of you know,

I came here from Minnesota
35 years ago, a penniless girl,

to ply my trade as a piano teacher.

I soon found some eager students,
and one stood out far above the rest,

and I still ask her to play for us
on these intimate occasions

when we gather to raise money
for the Los Angeles Philharmonic.

Playing Schubert's Sonata Number 21
in B Flat Major is Constance Barbour.

So you can squeeze it when I fall asleep.

I tell you I took Ruthie and the kids
to the pier last week?

Watch that horse that dives into a pool
of water from like forty feet up.

I'm sure you're gonna.

I'm figuring it's got to be
a retarded horse.

How the hell else do you get it up there?
Normal horse ain't goin'.

Maybe they get it drunk.

Whatever it is, they must have a stable
full of 'em ready to go

because no way
that thing doesn't break its neck,

they drag it out and bring in another.

But then get this:

the whinnying fucker
leaps into the tiny pool.

Dives better than
Johnny fuckin' Weissmuller.

Knocked me on my can.
Ruthie, she loses her wits.

She's boohoo'ing for the horse,
this and that.

Me, I stayed and watched it
four more times.

No one can ever say
you're not a man of the world.

I know what I like,
and I like what I know.

You get that Dodson thing
I left for you?

What? Did you expect
to find something good in there?

Anyone else know?

Nah. Her name don't mean nothin'
where she did it.

And the holy roller,
she just gave him a new Emily Dodson

to go along with a new baby
and just kept right on rollin'.

The Gallardo brothers' aunt came to see
me today. Asked me to take the case.

You do get the doozies.

Brother, what comes knocking
at your door.

- If I didn't have bad luck, boy-o...
- I'd have no luck at all.

- You still can't do 'em.
- You gonna take it?

I'm out of that business.
I need to tell you why?

Milligan wants this one bad.

He's looking to get up
to Sacramento or D.C.

Gonna make all the hay he can
with those two killer spies.

Gonna hang 'em up like piñatas

and whack the shit out of them for
the whole world to see. I'm tellin' ya.

That sounds about
how our forefathers dreamed it up.

You know Milligan don't eat meat?
Just fruits and veg.

He must shit pellets.

How's he lookin' to play it in court?

Simple. Desperate Pedros walk up
on a rich fella. Stick him up.

Rich fella bravely fights off the one
reaching for his gold coin.

The other one panics, fires. McCutcheon
ends up with a slug in his head.

Of all the guys in this city, those two
stumble across and shoot point blank,

it's Brooks-fucking-McCutcheon?

Wasn't point blank.

- What do you mean?
- No powder burns on McCutcheon.

What? They got him at range?

- How many shots?
- One, as far as we can tell.

You didn't hear that from me.

Clickety-clack. I know that look.
You can't stop your wheels from spinning.

I'm just curious is all.
You gotta get home?

Why would I? You got this place
so comfy-cozy.

Besides, Ruthie don't mind me passing
time with you these days.

Since when?

Since I got with the D.A.s.
Maybe a little before.

She figures you got me turned out right.
Got me work.

And no way Burger hires me
if I'm not in good with you.

Thank you.

One of those boys gets McCutcheon
with a single shot at distance?

That make sense to you?

Bout as much as a horse divin'
into a pool of water.

Why couldn't it have been jazz?

People don't donate to jazz;
they dance to it.

They dance to ballet;
people donate to that.

They also donate to D.A. races,

and you have yet to
take a spin of the room.

After packing the room with this
many deep pockets for me to pick,

our hostess would be
disappointed in me if I didn't.

- Then go. I don't need a babysitter.
- You might be the perfect woman.

Your perfect woman
looks like Clark Gable.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Your dress is beautiful.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

- How'd you do it?
- What?

Keep Hamilton awake
through the entire piece?

I know how he feels about these things.

- I thought it was a lovely concert.
- Well, thank you.

I try to do these quarterly.

Gather my oil brethren
in the name of something worthwhile.

It's nice to see
they all have a love of the arts.

They're cavemen.

Well, actually, that's an insult
to real cavemen.

Cavemen actually appreciate the art
on their walls.

Now, what about you?
Hamilton tells me you're in law school?

Southwestern.

You going to work for Ham one day?

Actually, I'm already working for a firm.

Oh, good. An independent spirit.
You stay that way.

How did you stay that way?

I never married.

Men only ever wanted
to put something in me

or take something from me,
most often my money.

And while I have no complaints
about the first,

it always seemed to end up with them
going for the second.

It must be difficult being a woman
of so much wealth.

No, actually,
it's pretty damn terrific.

Five feet.

Twenty-four.

Scared kid at night?

Not a chance.

Look, hey, if you're not going to take
more than twenty crates,

then I can't knock the price down any
more. Tere's hardly a profit as it is.

I'd be willing to juice up
a couple gallons for free.

- Is that you, Charlie Goldstein?
- Yeah?

- Boy, am I glad to see you.
- Who are you?

You've been served. Have a great day.

Fuck!

I'm not late.

No, you're not.

You just look like you were out all night.

Just until four. I was working on a case.
Any idea how long this is going to take?

No.

An archery team?

Why does this school
have an archery team?

Are they gonna
be hunting for their lunch on Melrose?

Maybe it's just about discipline
and skill. Maybe it's just about fun.

- Remember fun?
- Are you the Masons?

- Yeah.
- I'm Miss Aimes, Teddy's teacher.

Please.

I wanted Teddy to show you what he's
been working on in the science lab.

- You have a lab?
- We made crystals.

- He's taken to it very quickly.
- This looks like glass.

Glass is more random
under the microscope,

but crystals are more of a pattern but...

Oh, right.

Teddy, do you want to go play
in the yard until first bell?

Please.

Thank you for coming in
so early this morning.

Teddy's already said such great things
about you.

He's a very sweet boy

and getting along quite well considering
he came in mid-swing.

He has quite a mind
for math and science.

- Are you in the sciences, Mr. Mason?
- Me? No.

- He's an attorney.
- We do a whole section on civics.

It's my favorite subject to teach.

I want the children to be proud
of the country they live in.

These days, it's easy for children
to lose faith in those things.

Not if they go to school
in a place like this.

Then I'm very glad they do.

Every child deserves
someone who believes in them.

Aren't all of the parents paying you
to believe in their children?

Aren't all of your clients paying you to
believe in them, Mr. Mason?

Miss Street, Mr. Mason won't be able to
make your eleven o'clock with Mrs. Hunt,

the lady with the spring-making company.
He didn't say why.

I'll do it alone.

Is that the Gallardo girl's doll?

Maria, yes.

Cancel the eleven with Mrs. Hunt.

You our lawyer?

He still hasn't shown up yet?

- Christ.
- No. No, I'm not. I'm sorry.

l am an attorney.
My name is Perry Mason.

Are you even eighteen?

Okay, can you just stick with me
for a second?

- Rafael.
- Rafael.

Rafael, can you hold this?

Thank you.

Now, can you make your hand like
a gun? Like Cowboys and Indians?

- No.
- l'm not trying to jam you up here.

Who the fuck are you?

Your Aunt Luisa came to see me. Like I
said, l'm a lawyer. Your wife Sofia also--

- Sofia?
- Yeah.

Why you?

They read about a case I did
six months ago.

I am trying to help. I swear. But I
need to know what I'm doing here.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- You right-handed?
- Yes.

Can you straighten your arm? Great.
Thank you. A little higher. Thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Now you.

- You're right-handed?
- Yeah.

Okay.

A little higher. Thank you.
Okay, so...

Maybe six, seven feet.

Okay. Thank you.

Have a seat.

All right. I read the account
in the paper,

but now I want to hear your side
of the story.

Our side is we didn't do it.

So, why was a bus driver
able to pick you out of a line up?

Because we're on that bus every
Saturday night. I could pick him out, too.

Why are you on the bus?

To collect bottles
to make a little money.

Get the two-cent deposit.

What about the gold coin
of Brooks' that you pawned?

In a trash can over on the pier,
I spot this nice billfold.

And it's empty, but then I feel
it's got a little weight on one side,

so I shake it, and this coin slips out.
It was tucked in there, I guess.

- We couldn't believe our luck.
- That ain't no luck.

I told you to leave that thing,
but you had to go and hock it!

It was worth something!
You expect me to just leave it?

Just being too fucking greedy!

I would've hocked it, too.

I'm looking for the Gallardos.

- I believe it's over there.
- Thank you.

Luisa?

Miss Street?

It's the lawyer!

- Come in!
- Thank you.

- Come in.
- Hello, Sofia.

l could offer you some coffee or...

- Are those Rafael's drawings?
- Yes.

- He's talented.
- He wanted to go to art school.

Are you going to defend them?

Have you decided to take the boys' case?

Well, no...

Maria left this at our office.

My daughter needs her father.

l could offer advice to your defense counsel.

Please, don't abandon us.

They're going to kill them!

l am so sorry. I...

- l shouldn't have come.
- But you did come. You want to help us.

Sofia...

I can be anything you need me to be,
Miss Street.

I can be the poor helpless Mexican wife.

Or the brave mother,
left alone to raise her child.

Sofia, you don't need to pretend
to be anything.

You can say that
because you can afford to be yourself.

You want to help us.

Don't forget I was middle-weight champ
at Camp Logan in '17.

Ain't nobody forgot. You forgot. Boxing
and wrasslin' ain't the same thing, Mo.

They both about balance.
Maneuvering, overpowering.

Only thing you overpowering
is this conversation.

- Hey, Paul...
- Yeah.

Tell these ladies how boxing
and wrestling are similar.

Not even close.

- What you talking about?
- Where you been?

Just got us some things
we've been missing out on.

Now, Mo, what you cookin' up?

Now, you know we got
these two Serbian gorillas

that been digging with us
the past few weeks.

Every lunch break, they start wrestling.

Now, say they training
to become professionals.

So, I'm thinking
they may need a trainer.

I can smell the scheme from here.
Jesus!

Know what?
I waste my oxygen on all y'all.

Well, well, things seem
to be looking up for Mr. Drake.

I mean, it's just a one-time gig,
but it might turn into more.

Good for you, Paul.

Hell no.

They got Perkins down at the Birch.

Got him? Who?

- Somebody grease him?
- No, he was arrested.

"By the Los Angeles County District
Attorney on charges of loan sharking,

"racketeering, bootlegging,
and income tax evasion."

Please. Everyone's got a racket.

The mayor's got a racket.
Police got a racket. Mob's got a racket.

You know anything about this?

No, no. This is the first I'm hearing.

I gotta get Lucius's bath ready.
You want to give me a hand, babe?

Girls, go get your cousin ready
for his bath.

Water loud enough?

I think so.

Fucking Strickland.
How'd I let that cracker rook me?

You didn't know.

God damn house nigger.

You didn't get rooked.

You had your mind fixed
on feeding your family,

on working at what you're good at.
You didn't know.

Did you?

Fuck you accusing me of, Clara?

Don't look at me like that.
I'm not the one you're mad at.

Them crackers north of Jefferson ain't
worth a damn. That ain't new news.

We just need to be smarter
than they are evil.

Baby...

I need to get in there.

- Come on, come on.
- Come in, Mo.

Thank you. Thank you for that.
I won't let the water get cold.

When you said you wanted to go out,
I assumed dinner.

We will, but I never ever eat before nine.

Gentlemen... I'll buy you some popcorn
to tide you over.

Hey, low blow! Come on, ref!

Come on, Dub!
Press him! Press him!

- You do this a lot?
- Any chance I get.

Close the distance! Put it...

There's a story going on inside the ring
in every fight.

It's better than any movie.

- I just see punching and blood.
- No. There's so much more underneath.

A fight shows you who you are.

Right now, in that ring, a man is being
exposed for everybody to see.

- Which one?
- Tommy. The taller one.

See, he's longer than the shorter guy,

and he thought he could keep the shorter
fella away with his jab.

But that shorter fella's willing to eat
those jabs for breakfast

to get on the inside,

and now he's using his power to pound
lanky's body like a pile-driver.

Yes! Work the body,
and the head will fall.

There, he did it just then.

Tommy showed up with a plan, but now
all of his weapons are failing him.

He's getting hurt.

He's looked into the eyes
of his opponent,

and he is seeing
something that no boxer wants to see.

- What's that?
- Fearlessness.

So, the taller one's going to lose.

Maybe... or maybe he finds his courage
when everything's stacked against him.

Don't let him close the distance, Tommy!
Move your feet!

Weren't you rooting for the other man?

Not if you aren't.

- C'mon, Tommy!
- That's it, Tommy!

- What's this?
- Before you say anything, hear me out.

I think we should take
the Gallardo case.

- After talking with the brothers...
- You went to see them.

And the Impound Lot
where Brooks' car is being held.

I'm sure they invited you right in. And?

I don't think they did it.

Milligan's case has holes.

And I have evidence that
weakens the case against them.

If you're hoping to use it to secure
a plea deal for them, I already tried.

- Burger shot me down.
- What? You're not their lawyer.

And you are?

You want in on this?

I think it's worth fighting for,

but I don't want to do it if you're not
ready for another murder trial.

It's not just one person this time;
it's two. And a whole family besides.

I don't know. But I know
I can't just do nothing.

And there's no way I can do it
without you.

We'll just take it step by step.

Build our case. Attack theirs.

Work the body,
and the head will fall.

Our only problem is
how do we afford to do this.

We're no good to the Gallardos if we
mount an impoverished defense.

I might have that figured that out.

The first time I heard your jingles
on the radio,

I said to Della, this man is a visionary.

Not a person who settles.
A person who conquers.

And conquering is exactly
what we have in mind.

Block after block, building after
building. Vacant. Vulnerable.

Defenseless. Laying there,
waiting to be conquered.

Expansion, Sunny.
That's the name of the game.

Mr. Mason and I have identified
this cross section of key locations.

Or as you probably remember
what we used to call them in the war.

- Perfect targets.
- Perfect targets.

These empty lots are behind
in their property taxes

and inches from foreclosure.

Now, you can buy these markets
free and clear,

make them into new Sunny's in
almost no time at all.

A Sunny Market in every neighborhood.

In five years,
you could be the king of this city.

Pretty great.
It's what I've always dreamed of.

This is just an idea.

To put it into practice, it would take an
enormous amount of legal advice.

Contract negotiations,
zoning, bankruptcy law,

title transfers,
dealing with creditors.

Hundreds of hours of our time.

How much do you want?

A simple retainer.
A thousand dollars a month.

It's not much to ask to become
the King of Los Angeles.

- You got a set of balls on you, Mason.
- Who else would you want on your side?

Can I see it again?

All rise.

Court will come to order.

Case number 9752,

Arraignment hearing in the matter of the
People vs Mateo and Rafael Gallardo.

Mr. Mason,
how do your clients plead?

- Not guilty, Your Honor.
- Not guilty.

Very well.
Please take your seats.

Now onto the question of bail.
Mr. Milligan?

The defendants are being charged with
the heinous crime of coldblooded murder.

Now, in light of the circumstances
of the crime itself,

we're asking that bail be denied

and that the defendants be held in
custody for the duration of trial.

Your Honor, we believe our clients should
be released on their own recognizance.

- They have strong ties to the community.
- What ties?

They live in a vagrant camp,
and they're a flight risk to Mexico.

- They've never been to Mexico.
- They'd sure blend in if they did.

Maybe go on a nice killing spree
down there, too.

Your Honor, could you please instruct the
D.A. to refrain from smearing our clients?

Don't be so touchy, Mr. Mason.

Then will you at least instruct the D.A.
to be more logical?

Why would my clients try and blend in
and then go on a killing spree?

All right. That's enough, Counselor.

Your Your Honor, as much as we all
sympathize enormously

with McCutcheon family's tragic loss,

having them here is clearly prejudicial.

Do you mind if I decide what is
and isn't prejudicial in my courtroom?

No, Your Honor. That's your job.

Thank you. Bail is denied.

- Hey, there they are.
- Here we go.

Mr. Mason, Ms. Street,
any comments on that?

Are you disappointed that your clients
were denied bail?

We didn't expect they would be given
that consideration

in light of the prejudices
already being shown in this case.

But we will continue to fight for
their fair treatment.

So, you believe they're innocent?

We wouldn't have taken this case
if we didn't.

The evidence against Mateo and
Rafael Gallardo isn't just flimsy;

it's see-through. It's all circumstantial.
And we intend to prove that at trial.

So, you're not concerned about rumors

the forensic report will show Rafael
Gallardo's fingerprint

was on Brooks
McCutcheon's car.

We haven't seen that report, so until
it's released, we'll just have to wait.

- Mr. Milligan! Mr. Milligan, sir!
- Thank you.

Fucking Milligan.

He wouldn't have leaked it
if it wasn't true.

And now it gets reported twice,

once as a rumor and then when it's
confirmed by the report. Fuck!

I let him blindside me.

Can't wait to see our stupid faces
tomorrow in the papers.

Are you going to kick yourself every time
you think you've made a mistake?

We've just started this thing.

No, I just wish Milligan was as dumb
as I wanted him to be.

The crowd has swelled outside
St. Vincent's Cathedral

by this announcer's estimates,
to well over 10 000 grieving souls.

Mourners toss purple tulips,

the same flowers Brooks gave
his loving wife, Elizabeth, every week.

You can bet Milligan will have one of
those flowers on his lapel

every single day in court.

- There's a Mr. Drake to see you.
- Bring him in. Bring him in.

- You got a secretary now?
- You can talk to Della about that one.

Appreciate you coming by, short notice.
Strick said you really helped him out.

- Sounds like he'd use you again.
- And again and again.

You think that might be something
steady to latch onto there?

I wouldn't take that even if there was.

Your pal, he hoodwinked me

into jamming a okay fella
into a pretty big jackpot.

Oh shit.

Drake, l didn't know. l was just
trying to throw some work your way.

- If I had known...
- Perry, I stepped into it.

Then maybe we both have something
against the prosecutor.

You heard we took
the McCutcheon case?

We could use your help
investigating this thing.

Might let you even the score.

We already have some evidence
that might prove their innocence.

- If you believe they did it...
- Perry, I don't know what to believe.

I believed that you would have
more work for me.

Perry, I believed that your friend
would be on the level.

And like I said, I am sorry.
l don't know what...

What do you need?

Trust.

But I don't know
how we're gonna get there.

Do you?

Honestly, no, I don't.

At least I believe that.

Afternoon.

Thank you.

This is everything found on Brooks
and in the car?

Everything we got.

No rips, no signs of a struggle.

Excuse me.

This guy owned the Morocco
gambling ship?

Yeah.
That's what they're reporting.

I read the Luxe was set on fire
a couple days before the murder.

You'd think that's
got anything to do with this?

They're out in international waters
to avoid the cops.

They wanted the wild west,
they got it.

That's a Santa Monica number.

What's with the second belt?

Is that an M?

This thing was a sinking ship both
figuratively and literally.

I found a judgement against the Morocco
for 800 dollars

for an unpaid bill to a company who
reattached its starboard propeller.

- Reattached? What? It fell off?
- Yeah.

Apparently, the Morocco's
a real piece of shit.

Brooks also stiffed another company

that went down to get the
propeller when it fell off.

And that's just the start. There's a trail
of bills, liens, unpaid debts.

And every time a creditor came after him,

he'd liquidate and dump the Morocco's
ownership into a new shell company.

So, the company that owns the Morocco
racks up bills,

can't pay them, and then sells the ship
from that company to another?

Leaving nothing behind
to make good on the debts

and screwing everyone who's owed.

Don't tell Sunny about this.

What kind of rich kid
can't pay his bills?

A broke one.
But who'd want him dead?

We've got to figure out
what's going on out there.

You feeling lucky?

Got room for two more?

Where's the employee taxi?

Meet you there.

- Can I get you a drink?
- Yeah, I would love a Scotch and soda.

Boy, is this some joint?

I've never been to Morocco,
but if it's anything like this...

- Are you from there?
- Yeah, Morocco by way of Burbank.

But it's swanky.

I heard the owner got hurt or something,

but I guess if you run
a place as nice as this, right?

He wasn't hurt. He was killed.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

- Did you know him?
- No. Excuse me.

The high rollers never come here.

They all go to The Rex
or The Tango down the way.

That because this ship
is in such rotten shape?

We were in dry dock all last week
from an engine problem.

Didn't make a red cent,
and it still don't work right.

But you still got all this produce
coming in.

Only vegetables we ever get.
Mostly carrots and potatoes.

The real problem is the engine.
Should've been replaced years ago.

- We got a lot of problems.
- Just give me four more hours, all right?

Pumps, lights?

We'll do our best, Boss,
but that last fix ain't holdin'.

Just get me through the fucking night.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Holcomb?

What an honor to have Detective Mason
on board our humble vessel.

I guess McCutcheon picked the wrong
cop as muscle to partner with.

Where are my manners?

You've come all this way, the least I
could do is have my boys give you a tour.

Don't let him get off this ship.

We got to go.

Ladies and gentlemen! If I could have
your attention for just a moment!

My name is Perry Mason. I'm an
attorney. You may know my face.

I just want us all to raise a glass this
evening to an honored guest

that we have with us tonight.

Detective Eugene Holcomb from the
Los Angeles Police Department.

Here he is,
this gentleman right here in the tuxedo.

Let's all show our appreciation.

Here, here.

Well played.
Come back any time.

Any time.

Mr. Crippen,
there's a phone call for you.

Thank you.

Such a beautiful service.

We are so sorry
for your tragic loss, Lydell.

Thank you.
Thank you, I appreciate it.

- Hello?
- Goldstein's dead.

Very well.

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