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Hey! Keep walking.

Good morning, sweetheart.

- You didn't have to make breakfast. - I'm okay.

How was work?

- Perps and paperwork... - Mark called last evening.

Yeah, I reached him back.

He said he might have another buyer for that property up in Redding.

He shouldn't be talking to you about that.

- So, we're not getting it? - It's complicated.

But I'm working it out.

Look, you didn't make a bad bet marrying a flatfoot.

I know I didn't.

I'm gonna get us out of this town, Agnes. Scout's honor.

All right, kids! Let's go! Get a move on.

- Rise and shine. - Good morning, daddy.

There she is.

Good morning, the San Haven Home. Who may I connect you to?

Good morning. I was hoping you could provide me with some information.

Doctor or patient directory, or is this in regard to potential residency?

Yes. Yes, of course, residency at San Haven.

Could you please, tell me what I need to...

We're at capacity, but if you'd like to put down a deposit

and be added to our waiting list...

Oh, well, yes. Yes, of course.

I got a wonderful recommendation from someone who's actually there.

Name's McCutcheon.

- McCutcheon? - Yeah.

We have no one here by that name. Is this a patient or an employee?

Strange. A patient. You know what? I would love to come back for a visit.

What was that address you gave me again?

Your Honor, the People are requesting an abbreviated pre-trial period.

This city, and the McCutcheon family,

have suffered a devastating loss,

and a prolonged legal proceeding,

not to mention the sensational news coverage that will accompany it,

will only make you, me, and Mr. Mason complicit in exacerbating their anguish.

Your Honor, Mr. Milligan, in his rush to hang my clients,

has very conveniently forgot

that everyone not only deserves but has the right to a fair trial.

If these roles were reversed

and Brooks McCutcheon were sitting where my clients now sit,

I'm sure his family would want enough time

for a defense to be prepared for him.

The roles would never be reversed

because Brooks McCutcheon was nothing like your clients.

- What, Mexican? - No, murderers.

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet in the gallery.

Gentleman, save your squabbling for the schoolyard.

Your Honor, I deserve adequate time for discovery.

Mr. Mason is simply looking to delay this trial for his own purposes.

Top one.

Your honor, I think precedent agrees with me.

Supreme Court Justice Sutherland,

who wrote last year in Powell versus Alabama,

that the accused, which my clients are, in a capital case, which this is,

to have aid to counsel for his defense, which I am,

includes the right to have sufficient time to advise with counsel

and to prepare defense

is one of the fundamental rights of the due process clause,

the 14th Amendment.

I'll take my chances on my interpretation of the definition of sufficient time

versus Justice Sutherland's.

Trial is to commence on Monday, April 14th. If there's no other business...

Your Honor, we haven't discussed preemptory challenges.

And I'm assuming you would like to?

Since I'm defending two men,

I believe I have the right to disallow additional jurors

who might be hostile to my clients.

Isn't it safe to assume

that if a juror is disagreeable to the Defense Counsel

on behalf of one of these brothers,

they will be equally disagreeable on the other half?

You can't just dump Rafael and Mateo into the same trough.

I'm sure they're both fascinating men of great accomplishment,

but what Counsel is asking for,

extra challenges on top of the twenty he and I already have,

it's a stall by any other name.

Got it.

Your Honor, pursuant to California Penal Code 1098,

if the defendants are tried jointly,

the state and the defendants shall, be entitled to five additional challenges

which may be exercised separately. So, that's ten more challenges.

- I can do the math. - Yes, of course, my apologies.

It would also mean that Mr. Milligan would have an additional ten.

A shameless delay ploy disguised as weak argument, Your Honor...

Unfortunately, not quite weak enough, counsel. Granted.

All rise.

Hey, Mason! Do you think the judge is being fair?

After what Mr. Milligan so compassionately explained

about the reporting of this trial causing the McCutcheon family so much pain,

I won't be giving a statement.

I'm sure Mr. Milligan will be refraining also. Thank you.

An unarmed victim, bloody, shot through the eye.

Damning evidence against two Mexican assailants...

Three weeks? We need three months for this trial.

...that there is no doubt they committed this heinous crime.

Chow time!

Hey! Give it back.

Stupid spies.

What's wrong?

Fuck.

Join us now for another hour of truth and justice

with Fighting Frank Finnerty!

I weep today, fellow citizens, for the loss of one of the city's angels.

Hey, girls, come on. Help me set the table. Please, thank you.

Mo.

The Hermanos Gallardo, Rafael and Mateo.

Mo, you want to turn that down?

You don't like it, don't listen.

There is, however, a cure to this putridness.

As you've heard me speak of before on this program,

mass deportation back to Mexico.

What's got you cooking, Mo?

No work.

Trucks stopped coming around Central Ave for three days in a row.

Nothin'?

Wouldn't be if Perkins wasn't locked away.

He had his hand in everything. Forcing folks to hire down here.

Now that he's gone...

All right.

No, they just gave us an absurd timeline to prepare. I'm gonna be here all...

Well, if I'm not up when you get in, wake me. Promise?

- Bye, sweetie. - Yeah, bye.

Love you.

Is that what's her name?

I thought we both had to work.

We did, but did you really think we were gonna wait that long?

- How did you find me? - I followed your scent, easy.

- What? - Nothing.

I just I have been here, where you are, too many times to count

with all-night rewrites.

The stress and the anxiety and the cigarettes.

I thought the movie business was glamorous.

It's very glamorous. Yes, we only smoke Turkish cigarettes, which I have.

- What is that? - This is my laundry.

- We have to eat. - I have work to do.

I also have work to do.

Myrna Loy and Ramon Novarro need something clever to say

by seven AM tomorrow.

Is there a reason we have to do it alone?

No.

Good. First things first.

Those are traditionally for the end of the meal.

I somehow knew you were going to say that.

See, I think I got yours by mistake.

Do not let the unexpected derail you from your goals.

Why don't we try one of those Turkish cigarettes?

Okay.

I think you made me blush.

Currency.

Twenty-three, close it.

Keep them.

Thought it might help pass the time a little.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Now, your aunt said you wanted to be a mechanic,

but I didn't think I could sneak a whole car in for you to work on,

so what can I bring you?

- Just my family. - Sure. Look, I know it's late and--

It's not like we sleep much anyway.

It occurred to me,

l don't know you or your story as well as I should.

How are things in here?

Did something happen?

- I'm your lawyer. - Somebody put glass in my food.

I'll try and get you some protection.

Look, the only way this is gonna work is if we all trust each other.

How long have you been at the Hooverville?

A few years.

And where did you come from before that?

Here. We've always been from here.

Our parents had a farm,

but the city folk came and took it away from them to build a road on it.

Then we lived in an apartment on Sierra Street...

until it burned down.

I lost my family farm. Hard to let go.

What happened to yours?

l forgot to pay my taxes.

Yeah, look, I do have to ask you something.

The DA said they found Rafael's fingerprints on Brooks's car.

- That's impossible. I wasn't there. - They're lying.

I just needed to ask you, that's all. I'll get your family here.

Yes?

Your Honor, I was told you were still here.

Sit.

Thank you.

- Have you read it? Bestseller. - I'm not much of a reader.

Literature is always a boon to the theatrical barrister.

This one's a bit exotic for my taste.

Farms and weddings and such in China.

Papers say they're gonna get clobbered by the Japanese any day now,

and whatever they're bowing and making rice about in here,

it's not looking like it's headed for a happily ever after.

Here not much does either.

What happily ever after are you looking for, Mr. Mason?

My clients are being abused in the jail upstairs.

I'd like to ask for you to mandate their protection.

It's prison, Mr. Mason.

We don't appoint nannies to the ones who aren't settling in well.

They're being targeted because of the notoriety of their case.

That's why it's always best to kill a nobody.

It seems to rankle fewer people.

Your Honor.

At some point, Mr. Mason,

you must find all of your righteousness just a bit exhausting,

I need to be somewhere.

I can't say too many of your ilk come out on top,

but I've often admired their fight.

There was little of that idealism when I began practicing in the 1890s.

I was just a boy back then. When L.A. could've been anything.

Yeah, we were just a dirt patch by the sea.

Back then, I represented anyone who would pay my bills.

I suppose I always thought the whole city was just lawless back then.

We had 'em. Laws. And they were applied more or less equally.

It was later they became more of a tool.

But when you build the whole damn place,

you get to make the whole damn rulebook.

Maybe that's what makes it so hard to survive here all these years later.

So few people have control over their own fate.

So, as you dangle,

you just hope that whoever's got you out there will be compassionate.

All right, Mr. Mason,

I'll think about doing something so that your clients aren't such sitting ducks.

But I fear, on this case,

that's about as close as you're going to get to a happily ever after.

Your Honor.

Phippsy, remind me to find out when we can expect a geological report

for any new wells.

Miss Nygaard.

Mr. Mason and Miss Street.

Melville Phipps. Miss Nygaard's attorney.

How do you do? Good to see you, Miss Nygaard.

Camilla, please. Mr. Mason.

Miss Nygaard. People still drilling for new wells these days?

Just tying up leases. Whatever I get now my competitors can't get later.

Competitors being the McCutcheons?

And the other asses. I'm sorry, does my language offend you?

No, no, not at all. Go right ahead.

Because that's downright polite compared to what they've called me.

But we do actually all try to be more civil in our old age.

Create some rules. Work together, when it serves.

Helps to keep the peace.

This is called a reformer.

Helps to firm the core. How is your core, Mr. Mason?

Pretty good.

Well, I'm sure your clients admire that level of confidence.

Perhaps we should get down to the reason for your visit.

Phippsy, you make it all sound so mysterious.

I'm sure they're here to talk about Brooks McCutcheon.

What else could it be? It's certainly not tips on exercising.

I remember at the recital, you spoke warmly of Brooks.

- Did you know him well? - Since he was a boy.

- I actually gave him piano lessons. - Was he any good?

About as good as he was at anything else.

The poor man. He was like a French realist painting.

Nice to look at but nothing below the surface.

No core?

We've been looking into his business dealings. The gambling ship, for one.

God, that disaster. And his real estate issues.

Well, the banks funding his stadium project, they went belly up in '31,

so he came to me hoping I would step in.

- Did you? - Not a chance.

Besides, he was trying to do it behind his father's back.

We have rules about that sort of thing.

- Helps keep the peace? - More than you know.

What about San Haven and what's there?

No, no, Mr. Mason.

I'll have a little fun with you, but I don't traffic in tawdry rumors.

We didn't mean to overstep.

Then he should keep that folly to himself.

The Lawson girl's family has been through quite enough.

- Camilla, we do have that 11 o'clock. - I'm aware.

Della, we're having another concert on the eighth.

I'll make sure Phippsy has your address.

Thank you.

- Mr. Mason... - Miss Nygaard.

Thank you, Phippsy.

- San Haven? - The number I found in Brooks's wallet.

- Can I help you find someone? - Yes, Lawson.

- Miss Lawson doesn't take visitors. - I'm here in a legal capacity.

I can't let you in unless you're immediate family.

Not according to the law. Muldoon vs. Clearview Hospital 1916.

Attorneys are granted full access to meet with patients

even when residing in privately run facilities.

I clerked for the justice who wrote the opinion. I can get you a copy.

Perhaps you should speak with our administrator.

- Excuse me for a minute. - Sure.

Miss Lawson?

Miss Lawson?

Miss Lawson, I'm sorry.

Miss Lawson?

Miss Lawson?

Miss Lawson?

Miss Lawson, I am sorry. Excuse me.

- Sir! You're not supposed to be in here! - I was just going.

Maybe the Lawsons are Brooks' in-laws.

No, no, no, those are the... Claibornes.

Della, try and run down what you can on the Lawson woman.

First name Noreen. Maybe thirty. Brother's name starts with a V.

Marion, run down what you can on a Noreen Lawson, approximately thirty,

and her brother, first name starts with a V.

With a V, got it.

I've got other things to do.

I'm headed to the Hooverville to verify the brothers' timeline.

- Make sure that it'll hold up. - I want to focus on Holcomb.

Do you really buy Holcomb killing Brooks for losing him some money?

Maybe it wasn't losing it. Maybe it was getting it back

'cause partnering in that boat couldn't have been cheap.

So Holcomb figures he gets fuck-up Brooks out of the way

and fixes up the situation himself. Turns that place around.

And he goes from owning half the Morocco

to owning all of it with one bullet.

- It holds water, right? - Yeah.

So how does Holcomb set the brothers up?

Right, so...

Holcomb sees Rafael and Mateo rummaging

close to where he shot Brooks.

And puts the wallet in a trashcan down the way. Bingo, the brothers find it.

Right, 'cause which kid grubbing for a two-cent bottle

isn't going to go for a fancy billfold just sitting there?

And the gold coin inside.

And Holcomb knows they're gonna pawn it,

so it's only a matter of time before the cops round 'em up

and LA's got themselves the perfect patsies.

Two Mexican kids ready-made to go from the front page to the gallows

in ten seconds flat.

I don't buy it.

- Why not? - We can't prove Holcomb did any of it.

Can't prove he put anything in a garbage can

or wanted to take over the Morocco or had anything to do with the murder.

But it's reasonable doubt. Just planting a seed.

Milligan will rip it apart.

- Excuse me. Mr. Mason... - Yeah?

- Linda's on the phone. - Thank you.

You're a real wet blanket, you know that?

Make a better case, and I won't be.

- I won. - No, you didn't. Another round.

What?

Is this how it's gonna be... you know, until we...

Don't think about it.

You already owe me six cigarettes.

Switch. That doesn't count. Let's play again.

No, no, no, let's go again, but this time, I'm on this side. Here you go.

I'll take that.

What's that noise?

You really think that was going to work?

I'm not losing another round.

Then you need to learn to toss better than a fucking gorilla.

Ma'am, do you happen to know the Gallardos?

No, I sure don't.

Steady. There he is!

Over there!

Hey there.

Okay! Lower that down for me. Thank you, sweetheart.

We're just shooting the rats for supper. We're allowed.

- You are. But where'd you get that? - Found a dime and rented it.

Who rents guns?

That's him in the hat.

Thanks.

Come on.

Do you live with anyone? A dad, an uncle, grandpa?

- Our Pops. - What's his name?

- Eustis. - Eustis what?

You got another nickel?

I hear you're a man to see.

- Depends on where you heard it. - Fella, Eustis Beck.

Whatcha looking for?

Nothing too big. Maybe a .32.

Take your pick.

- How much for a whole day? - Dollar, with full chambers.

Here's a Lincoln for all five of 'em.

All yours, killer.

Hey, don'tcha want to know what I want 'em for?

You want all five of those for the day, I sure as hell don't want to know why.

And don't come back here and fucking tell me neither.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Come on in. - I'm sorry this is so last-minute.

Thank you. I had a chance to restack at the library,

and if I do an overnight, then I get an extra day off this summer.

It's just for one night.

Just like the Army. What do you think, Captain?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Why don't you go take a look? - Yeah.

Sorry. He just needs a minute to warm up.

Yeah, of course.

So, is the tent because you didn't have any actual furniture?

No. Maybe it's just fun. Yeah.

- I brought groceries. - Don't need them.

Stopped off at the market. Yep, welcome to the Mess.

- Beans? - Yes.

The real trick to a group of men sitting around eating beans

is that they actually do it outdoors.

You realize you insulted me less when we were married. I know how to do this.

I'm sorry. I appreciate it. I do.

And moving back to L.A. was not exactly what he wanted.

I was actually hoping that he might get to know his father a little bit better.

Of course.

Well, I should go. Teddy, I have to go. Give me a hug.

- Do you have to? - It's just for one night, okay?

I am gonna call you in the morning,

and he just needs to be at school by eight o'clock.

Got it.

- Good luck stacking. - Thank you. Oh, thank you.

Enjoy. Bye.

So, l know it's not your birthday for a couple months,

but a guy in the store said this is top of the line. You just pull down.

A Lionel Electric!

Yes, there's even a secret switch so you can steer it onto a second track.

Want to set it up right now? How about over by the tent?

- But I have to do my homework first. - What? It's still early.

You know what? You do your homework. We'll set this up after.

- How about that? - Okay.

- Hey, Dad? - Yeah.

- You know any Latin? - We use a lot of it for legal terms.

Okay, I need to conjugate "gaudere." It means to be joyful.

"Gaudeo, gaudes, gaudet, gaudemus, gaudent."

"But is the second-person plural gaudetis"?

You want to go see a movie?

We've been holding back production on these eight pumpers,

but demand is coming back, and we're gonna need the supply,

so let's open up the taps and let 'em run.

Mr. McCutcheon, this fella says he's got an appointment with you.

Name's Dick Rile, sir. I was doing some business with your late son.

Give us a minute.

I'm sorry to trouble you with this, so soon and all,

but Brooks hadn't paid me in a couple months.

Two hundred and forty dollars exact.

We didn't have nothin' written, so I figured you were the fella to see now.

It's fine, Mr. Rile. Business must always be settled, debts paid.

Now, before I settle my son's accounts, I want assurances from you.

- Assurances? - Yes.

That if anyone ever asks you anything regarding my son,

you say you never had a lick of business with him.

- l was never gonna say nothin'. - But you called me. Left messages.

Showed up here. Not saying nothing means it never passes your lips.

You can never think it because it is gone from your mind forever. Gone forever.

- l understand. - I hope you do, but I have to be certain.

I believe my son's been made good, Mr. Rile.

Come on, Rile. Get up.

All right.

- Good morning, Teddy. - Good morning, Miss Aimes.

Look, I said I'll speak to her, and you won't get in trouble.

I don't think we have any rules

about bringing your son to school on a motorbike.

Though you are getting quite an eyeful from some of the other parents.

Yeah, look, Teddy didn't finish his homework.

He stayed the night at my place last night. Have a great day, bud.

- Bye, Dad. - Yeah, Linda and I divorced.

Teddy shows no sign of it. And the other children don't seem to know.

I'm sure Linda would like it if you helped keep it that way. For Teddy.

Of course. I understand.

It was just his first night at my apartment.

I wanted him to have fun, so I took him to the movies.

- What did you see? - King Kong.

Were there no burlesque houses open for you to take him to?

I'm glad you find it funny

'cause that fucking dinosaur fight gave him nightmares.

Pardon my language.

I won't hold it against you... the language or the movie choice.

And I'll tell Teddy he can make up his homework tonight.

Good morning, Vanessa. One, two, three, four, six...

- Morning, Marion. - Mr. Mason...

They wouldn't sign in.

If you wanted to speak with me, McCutcheon,

you could've picked up a phone.

If I had wanted to pick up a phone, I would have.

What do you want?

Mason Dairy, that was your family's farm, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Then you must appreciate a good horse.

Maybe you don't know much about where milk comes from.

Pull on a horse, you're in trouble.

Some of my fondest memories of me and Brooks are on horseback.

Riding is a fine thing to pass on to a son.

Why did you take this case?

You were doing fine in your little niche practice.

Maybe I like stacked odds.

You've been digging into my son's affairs.

Well, I'd like you to consider finding another hole to dig in.

What hole do you suggest?

Any one that isn't full of mud to drag his good name through.

You have to understand

what Brooks's death has done to his widow, his children...

frankly, what it's done to me.

There were other versions of my son, as there are other versions of all of us.

Is there a version that includes Noreen Lawson?

I've encountered many people like you in my life, Mr. Mason.

The chip on the shoulder. The great savior. Martyr to the cause.

I just see it as making things fair.

You think by getting the Gallardo boys off,

their life will take some remarkable turn toward success?

I think we both know with you that the opposite is true.

That poor Emily Dodson girl. All you went through for her.

Jail was where she really belonged,

but instead, you worked tirelessly to have her set free, and for what?

Just so she could walk into Lake Tahoe?

Even when you win, Mr. Mason, you lose,

and in the end, what are you left with?

Emily might have disappointed me,

but with all his breeding and advantages,

just remember I'm standing here because of who disappointed you.

Keep digging into my son, and I will burn you.

And no one will give a damn.

You can go.

What?

- When did you find out? - About three months ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. I don't.

Those postcards started showing up a while back,

and I just thought it was her ranting.

- What was I supposed to do? - You're the one she reached out to.

Yeah, and why do that to me? Why do that to anyone?

Tell them you're going to kill yourself to be together with your kid again.

Call a head shrinker, not your lawyer.

You could have called one for her.

You don't think that's all I do is think about what I should've done?

l should've gone up there. I should've. I should've stopped her. I should've...

Maybe I could've shaken some sense into her.

- You were never going to do that. - Yes, but l might have.

Della, I never thought she would go through with it.

Jesus, Perry,

so that's what we've been doing all this time?

Giving up criminal cases, me walking on eggshells,

all because you're torn up about Emily.

For fuck's sake, Perry, you should've told me.

When I said we're in this together, I meant it. We're partners.

But when are you ever not alone in anything?

I'm sorry.

Leave 'em on the bed.

You rent this gun to these boys?

I'm gonna take that as a yes.

That's not the answer I wanted. Not by a damn sight.

Now, I'm gonna keep those other .32s.

I'm gonna call that your cost of doing business.

Get the fuck out.

Fuck.

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