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♪ You make time and you make love dandy ♪

♪ You make swell molasses candy ♪

♪ But, honey, are you making any money? ♪

♪ That's all I want to know ♪

♪ You make fun and you could make trouble ♪

♪ You make mistakes and that goes double ♪

♪ But, honey, are you making any money? ♪

♪ That's all I want to know ♪

♪ You make dates and you make trains ♪

♪ I can get that through my head ♪ ♪ It's a cinch, in a pinch ♪

♪ You could make breakfast ♪ ♪ Even make the bed ♪

♪ Oh, you make good when you make a promise ♪

♪ No, I'm not a doubting Thomas ♪

♪ But, honey, are you making any money? ♪

♪ That's all I want to know ♪

Hey, pal! Hey.

Hey, hey, hey! Pal!

Fire! Fire in the kitchen!

Fire! Fire!

- Synced & corrected by MementMori - -- www.addic7ed.com --

Morning, Walt.

- Who are you? - Good morning, Mr. Mason.

I'm Marion Kang, your new secretary.

- My what? - Would you mind signing in?

Bronson Secretarial School taught us

it's of the utmost importance to keep a record of who...

Yes, I hired a secretary.

Because as I've said forever,

we need someone to answer the phone,

- take notes, keep the books. - We couldn't even afford...

And if I'm out there doing Marion's job,

well, I can't be in here with you doing mine.

That was our deal.

I'm in here with a seat at the table.

Well, you're gonna have to sell the table to pay for her.

The last of EB's debts were paid off

on the first of this month.

And what's left over from what you contributed

from the sale of the farm, plus our current clients,

such as they are...

... we have... Come in. Just enough to pay the monthly,

plus pay for a secretary.

Thank you.

The house is in Mr. Burkhardt's name,

so we'll need to refile it to joint ownership,

so it will go directly to Mrs. Burkhardt

- if he passes away first. - _

And all proceeds from the second survivor

will be split equally among their three children,

Theobald, Bruna, and Engleberta.

Beautiful names.

I'm sure none of them have tried to boil a child in a fairy tale.

Bruna will be bequeathed the table clock

and the swan vase.

Engleberta and her mother's daisy brooch.

Theobald, his father's beer stein collection.

Oh, Theobald, you are one lucky son of a bitch.

- Hey. - What?

Can we focus, please?

I am.

You're the one who suddenly wanted to give up criminal law

and only do civil.

This is civil.

You're the one who said civil work kept firms in business.

- I'm just being practical. - Since when?

- What time is court tomorrow? - Nine.

Nine a.m.

Practical.

A practical person would own a date book.

I don't need one. I have a secretary.

- These came for you. - Thank you.

Thank you, Marion.

_

Doing all right?

Hey.

Thanks for being a good sport.

Of course.

It was...

... different.

I'm working on the boat tonight.

Will you be there?

Uh, maybe.

Listen...

do me a favor.

Wait ten minutes after I leave...

then you can go.

Old Fashioned and a Reuben sandwich, George.

Yes, sir.

- Hey. - You were done with it.

You only read the funnies anyway, Cliff.

- Hi. - Dad!

- Darling. - Darling.

What'd you boys find?

- It's a seahorse! - Yeah.

Oh, that is neat.

I ordered the boys creamsicles.

Do you want one?

Uh, I just ordered myself something.

Hello, Father.

Where were you, Brooks?

I've been here.

Can't remember the last time you came down to the club.

The place never really turned out how I envisioned

when I started it.

Though it is a beautiful view.

Quite remarkable just how far out into the ocean

you can see boats from here.

It wasn't supposed to be that big of a deal.

We were just trying to sabotage the Luxe,

not destroy it.

And the fire got a little out of control.

Wouldn't it have been smarter to sabotage it during the day

when it's not packed to the gills with witnesses?

I'm sorry, Dad. I...

- What can I say? I'll fix it. - No.

No more fixing, Brooks.

It's over. You need to step back.

- But I just... - Back from your position

in the company. Back from your gambling interest.

Back from your bullshit with the baseball team.

The baseball team is coming.

We... We've got four cities showing real interest.

I'm close on this one, Dad.

I'm really building something meaningful.

Building takes a firm foundation, Brooks.

Your dabbling in every little folly is anything but that.

It's as solid as a sandcastle.

Did I tell you I got at least 20 companies

that want to advertise at the stadium?

I've got Chesterfield,

- uh, Goodyear... - Brooks! Stop!

Take my advice and walk away.

Spend time with your boys.

Concentrate on your charity work.

That's a perfectly admirable legacy.

Hey.

Mr. Mason.

How... How did you get in here?

Do you believe that I will?

What?

Do you be... that I...

Believe what?

_

_

_

"Dear Mr. Mason, when will I be fully cleansed?

I continue to ask God for guidance,

but I fear He is turning His back on me."

"Dear Mr. Mason, what did we win in court?

What's my freedom worth?

My boy Charlie is still gone."

"Dear Mr. Mason, today would've been Charlie's second birthday.

I desperately want to join him."

"Dear Mr. Mason, do you believe that I will be fully forgiven?"

"Dear Mr. Mason... " "Dear Mr. Mason... "

All rise.

You may be seated.

- Sorry. - Why are you limping?

Hmm? I'm not.

Mr. Purtell, exactly how many years did you work

at Sunny Market?

Uh, seven years. Three of those as a manager.

And how would you say the owner, Mr. Gryce, treated you?

He was a tough boss.

Uh, did your pay increase very much

when you became manager?

Barely.

And yet, you're the one who helped design the layout

of Mr. Gryce's stores, isn't that right?

- That's right. - And since then,

the stores have seen an increase in sales

of a staggering 60 percent, even in these times.

But did Mr. Gryce ever give you credit for your design?

Did he compensate you in any way?

No and no.

- Did you talk to him about it? - I did.

And he told me if I didn't like it,

I could take it on the arches.

And that's exactly what you did.

And what did you do next?

I opened up my own store.

You opened your own store.

Pursued your dream.

Followed the natural progression of God-given capitalism

and industriousness that makes this country great!

Is there a question in there, Your Honor,

or does Mr. Kellard intend to give

all of his client's testimony himself?

Mr. Kellard, if you could limit yourself to actual questions.

Of course, Your Honor.

It's just difficult when I'm so proud

to be representing this fine man.

Far be it for me to get between two men in love,

but that also didn't sound like a question.

And that's not a proper objection, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Kellard, you may proceed with your questioning.

Why are you here today, Mr. Purtell?

Because Sunny Gryce is saying I stole his ideas for my store.

But you didn't steal anything,

- did you? - How could I?

They were my ideas to begin with!

Your ideas. Your methods.

Your designs that Sunny Gryce benefitted greatly from

and is now claiming are his and suing you in the process?

He wants to put all of the competition out of business.

Objection!

Sorry. He... He can't testify to what our client wants.

I got this. Uh, objection, Y... Your Honor,

Mr. Purtell has no idea what my client wants

and does not want.

Sustained.

Mr. Purtell...

do you feel... that Sunny Gryce wants to put you out of business?

Yes. I feel he wants to crush me.

No further questions.

- What are you doing? - I want to try something.

We talked about this. We need to establish...

You know what I love, Ed?

Quaker Crackels cereal.

I mostly eat 'em right out of the box, like popcorn.

I've... I've even taken this to the movie theater.

Where would I find that in your store?

Which, uh, which aisle?

- Um, six. - Six.

Interesting. That's, uh, that's the same as Sunny's.

I'm also a big devotee of Underwood Deviled Ham.

That makes a good sandwich. Where would I find that?

- Aisle 12. - Same as Sunny's again.

And... And what about the Bromo?

For when the Crackels on aisle six

and the ham on aisle 12 come back on me?

- Aisle two. - Just like Sunny's.

Well, that's, uh, that's... that's three for three.

I mean, that's a batting average Lou Gehrig would be jealous of.

Mr. Purtell, do you think Henry Ford pays his engineers

to invent devices for his company

and then expects them to go down the street

and reinvent them for themselves to sell?

No. It's not like that, Mr. Mason.

Uh, if you knew anything about markets,

you would know that those were just logical places

any market would put those items.

It has nothing to do with what Sunny Gryce...

... taught me.

What's the slogan for Sunny Market?

"All under one roof."

And for your store?

"Everything under our roof."

Well, thank you for changing those few letters.

Your Honor!

That's because I came up with the one for Sunny's.

While you were an employee at Mr. Gryce's store,

you were compensated for everything you did

with the understanding that you were doing it

for Sunny Market.

Objection. Now it's Mr. Mason who is testifying.

Sustained.

Mr. Purtell, can you recognize in this photograph

where and what this is?

Yes, that... that's my office in my store. How do you have that?

If you look at this enlarged photograph,

can you read the title on the spine of the binder?

I didn't steal from him!

Actually, that's not the title.

The title is, "Sunny Market Manager's Handbook."

Your Honor, I'd like to submit this into evidence,

- Exhibit D. - I have that because I wrote it.

- I wrote it! - And you were paid for it

by a man who expected you to be loyal enough

not to steal it for your own purposes.

No further questions, Your Honor.

No, that's not...

That's... Those are my ideas.

He stole from me! He stole from me!

Can't you see that? He's trying to ruin me.

This isn't fair!

How did you get in my office anyway?

- Mr. Purtell... - This isn't right.

Mr. Purtell, you may step down.

What was the point of me staying up all night, researching,

just so you could toss it all away

and do whatever you wanted?

I'm pretty sure what I just did won the case for us.

Did you see the jury's faces when I showed them that photograph?

You sure they weren't just reacting to the blood on your pants?

What did you do?

I... I slipped on the bike last night on the way home.

- On the way home? - Yeah.

You were supposed to sell that thing five months ago

when that degenerate used it to pay us.

The guy was in trouble, and he needed a lawyer.

- It's all he had. - He was a thief.

- He was feeding his family! - By stealing motorcycles!

- It's stolen. - It's fun.

Yeah, I've had a wonderful time with it.

Shit, we have a meeting with a potential client.

I guess you're not coming now.

It's fine by me. I'm not hungry anyway.

The hardships you have all suffered

- are unimaginable. - _

But your spirit can't be broken,

and we will do all that we can to make sure it never is broken.

When there is a need, we will fill it,

which is why we're moving forward with plans

to open five more McCutcheon relief kitchens like this one.

But this terrible time will soon pass.

Better days lay ahead for you and your families

and for this great city.

And that's why I thought today would be the perfect time

to make a surprise announcement.

Bake, step up here.

Now, you all know old St. Louis Cardinals' pitcher,

Bake Matthews, right?

- How's that arm, Bake? - It's good. It's good.

Ready to put it to work ladling soup, I hope?

Oh, you betcha!

Now, I asked Bake to join me

because I am announcing today that I am bringing this city

its very own major league baseball team,

playing at McCutcheon Stadium!

And what's that mean? Why, it means jobs for one thing.

But more than that, it means this city matters.

It means rooting for fellas

with this city's name across their chests.

The city you built.

The city that belongs to you.

And the team that will belong to you!

Lydell, would you care to say anything?

I'm not nearly as eloquent as my son.

Plus, I think the soup is getting cold.

Thank you.

The team's really a sealed deal?

I told you I'd do it, Dad.

Yeah. We need to get going, Lydell.

So?

Just letting you know...

... there's been a little bit of chatter around the department

about the Luxe.

And they've assigned a few dicks to interview other boat owners.

- So in case that happens... - I can handle it.

In case that happens...

you say nothing more than you need to.

All right, don't try to outsmart them.

Make sure you get their names.

You see the ads I put in The Times and The Examiner?

I told them to put it right under the story of the Luxe fire.

Our place is gonna be packed tonight.

I hope so.

Holcomb, this is going to work.

It is working.

What if it doesn't?

I mean, this isn't just like taking up tennis for me.

I've got my whole life savings wrapped up in this fucking thing.

Yeah, but don't tell me you don't enjoy the perks of being the muscle

in an upscale place instead of just arresting drunks

- or busting whore houses. - Not just muscle...

partner.

Right. Listen, the next time I ask you and your boys

to sabotage a ship,

it's probably smarter to do it during the day

when there's fewer people.

Hmm?

I'll see you tonight.

My husband first got in the coil spring game

with his brothers back in '16.

But that's when they were just making tension springs

for upholstered furniture.

They did the theater seats at the Fox Theater in Westwood.

- Exciting. - But there's been a falling out

with my husband and his brothers,

and so we're splitting off.

We're going to be making volute springs,

which are for heavy machinery.

With this depression, people are holding onto their furniture.

So volute springs just make sense.

But it is a very different kind of spring,

as I'm sure you can imagine.

It seems like a very interesting business.

It is. But it also means different clients

and very different language in our new contracts.

I'm sure our firm will be more than capable of handling those.

Have you ever seen a volute spring?

I brought a sample with me. They're quite something.

- It's beautiful. - Isn't it?

Would you excuse me for just a moment?

- I have to go powder my nose. - Oh, of course.

I can't wait to take another look at those springs

when I get back.

They'll be there soon.

There's a back way out of here, you know?

Excuse me?

Well, I was thinking I could go back out there

and tell that flat tire you've been avoiding

that you got wise and took off.

We need the business.

- I have to charm her. - Mm.

Well, you look like you got a fair bit to spare.

I tell you what, I go back inside, I yell, "Fire!"

And we just clear the whole place out.

- That'd just get you arrested. - True.

But we could steal some sweets off the dessert cart

as we make our escape.

That'd also get you arrested.

Well, sharing the chocolate cake with you can make it worth it.

I should get back.

But if you, uh, see me dozing, maybe try that fire line.

I do have one more scenario kicking around.

What's that?

Okay.

You go back inside,

and you keep on walking right out to my big, shiny car.

I take us to a great little dance joint I know.

- We split a bottle of anything... - I...

- Oh, she can't hear us. It's... - No, it's just...

What?

I'm already involved with someone.

Oh.

Well, is she in good health, or do I got to wait it out?

You and I will probably both be in support hose

- before she has a gray hair. - Mm-hmm.

Well, I tell you what, if you do ever decide

that you're ready to move on from cradle robbing

and you need another escape plan...

And maybe it's the Cardinals coming.

Huh? Huh? It sure won't be the Yankees.

Ain't none of us gonna be playing for 'em.

So, I ain't going until the Homestead Grays show up

with Cool Papa Bell behind the plate.

You'll be waiting a long damn time

'cause ain't none of our teams are coming out this far.

Yeah, you got a point.

Hell, the rest of the country don't even know

there's Colored folk out here.

That's why White folks are still showing up.

- Clara. - Mm?

Paul, you haven't worked in weeks.

That man used to keep you top of mind.

You should've asked me.

And you should've invited him yourself.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

You know, my dad used to bring us down here

when we were kids, so he could catch catfish.

- Over in Watts? - Yeah.

Yeah. We used to try catching out of that swampy water too.

This your place?

No, no, no. That's my... my brother-in-law's.

It's temporary. And it's good for Lucius,

having all this family around, these helping hands.

Sure.

Thank you.

The pictures you took at Purtell's Market last month

really worked out.

Paul, I'm so sorry there hasn't been more work.

Hmm. Lot less call for my skill with civil cases.

Come on, what are you doing?

I just thought a little extra might help.

- I don't earn it, I don't want it. - Come on, y'all.

Time for the cake.

Uncle Paul, come on.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Paul ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Happy birthday!

- Make a wish now. - Happy birthday, Paul!

- What'd you wish for? - A bigger cake.

Okay, plates.

Ooh, okay.

Oh, can you pass down those forks too? Thank you.

- Grab those. - Who wants some cornbread?

- Okay, so we just... - 'Cause the cake is all mine,

so somebody better eat that cornbread.

That's a really big...

_

♪ You always save money at Sunny's! ♪

♪ You always save money at Sunny's! ♪

♪ You always save money at Sunny's! ♪

♪ You always save money at Sunny's! ♪

Hello, Los Angeles.

I'm Sunny Gryce.

Yes, you will save money at Sunny Market.

During these tough times, we keep our prices low

to keep your pantry piled high.

Everything you need is right here.

Just listen to what we have.

Fresh produce, canned goods,

ten choice cuts of meat,

delicious frozen confections,

all under one roof.

Come down to our honey of a store for yourself.

Guarantee, when you check out, you too will be singing...

♪ You always save money at Sunny's! ♪

♪ You always save money at Sunny's! ♪

♪ You always save money at Sunny's! ♪

♪ It's all under one roof! ♪

And that's the truth.

- What do you got? - Purtell wants to settle.

He'll change his store's layout,

give you approval over it, and drop his slogan.

We also negotiated a settlement of 5,000 dollars

for damages and infringement.

Five grand?

Mr. Purtell doesn't even have that right now.

We did a full audit.

But we worked out a payment schedule

to get your money in full.

You know who settles?

People who know they're gonna lose.

People who lost their nerve.

At a moment like that, you can break a man.

I think I just heard Ed Purtell crack wide open.

There's really no need to break him any further.

I mean, the man did work for you for many years.

Were you in the war, Mason?

Yes. France.

So, then you and I both know firsthand,

mercy is not something people can afford when they're in a war.

It's a supermarket, not the Battle of the Marne,

- and this is a good deal. - Not to me it's not.

I'm fighting for my life, and I need fighters by my side.

Now, I thought you were that man,

but maybe I was wrong because fighters kill.

You don't seem to have it in you to finish the job.

Do I have to find another fighter?

No, no, I can... I can finish the job.

Good.

Ladies, back to work.

- Daddy. - Hey, hey, hey.

- Daddy. - Don't be bothering your father.

Don't be touching him neither.

- Uh, boots off, Morris! - I got ya. I got ya.

Hey, Mo. How did it go today?

They nearly killed us out there.

Mm, them Serbs out there again.

You know it. Kicking all our tails.

You know, them big fuckers don't know how to go slow.

Mo, language.

I got it.

Ooh, that might be Mrs. Steinberg.

Said she'd be by with new patterns for me

and Clara to sew.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for that man right there.

Come on. Come on.

You want to invite your friend in, Paul?

I got this, Pearl.

I didn't mean to bust up suppertime.

What are you doing here?

Mason said you might be looking for some work.

Melvin Perkins. You know who that is?

Nigger King of Central Avenue?

Owns The Birch Hotel.

Owns the L.A. Register, that's the Colored newspaper.

And a few other interests a little less above board.

But you knew that.

We're hearing down at the DA's office rumblings

of someone wanting to take him out.

- Who? - Don't know.

A whisper to someone to someone. I ain't privy.

But Burger don't want it happening.

He wants to suss out who's looking to do it,

so he wants eyes on Perkins.

Why me?

Perkins operates out of The Birch.

And it's a Colored hotel.

We need to know his comings and goings.

Friends, enemies.

Who's watching him. Who might have a beef.

Sorts of dealings might be getting him in a jackpot

with the wrong types.

You report back to us what you see,

help us keep him standing.

DA's willing to pay eight bucks a day plus expenses.

That sound good to you?

Sounds good.

Evening.

The jury in the matter of Gryce vs. Purtell

find in favor of the plaintiff, Sunny Gryce.

It is the judgment of this court to award Mr. Gryce

the full amount of 50,000 dollars.

- May I speak, Your Honor? - Counsel.

Mr. Purtell doesn't have the financial means

to pay anything even close to that amount.

His net assets are less than 500 dollars.

He couldn't pay Mr. Gryce in a lifetime.

You're absolutely sure?

Um, Your Honor, my client isn't unsympathetic

to Mr. Purtell's plight.

He certainly doesn't want to see the defendant ruined

by this enormous debt.

And so...

Mr. Gryce is generously offering to forego the debt owed to him

in exchange...

for Mr. Purtell signing over his store... to Mr. Gryce.

- Mr. Kellard? - I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Come on. I feel like we should... we should toast to something.

To EB.

- He'd be proud of us. - Would he?

He'd think you were a crackerjack lawyer.

More like a vulture picking the last scraps off Ed Purtell's bones.

I didn't like what Sunny asked us to do any more than you.

But the jury decided that case, not us.

What's gonna happen to that poor bastard?

Who's to blame for what happens after?

Well, well. You two look like you're in that picture Mata Hari,

hiding away in this back corner.

- Garbo was having more fun. - Mm.

Heard you won.

- Congratulations. - Yeah.

We ran a man out of business.

Hip hooray.

You know what your problem is, Mason?

- Hamilton, now is not the time. - No, no. Ham, enlighten me.

- This isn't going to help. - It's that despite all of your...

brooding cynicism...

... you still believe in justice.

And you don't? You're the DA, for Christ's sake.

You work in a building called the Hall of Justice.

A huge, impressive building

built to look like it's been there 500 years.

Been there six. Don't you know what we're selling by now?

There is no true justice.

There's only the illusion of justice.

The illusion of justice?

The fantasy that keeps people believing

that truth always prevails.

Bad guys get caught. Good guys put 'em away.

Why are you the district attorney?

Or are you just the illusion of the district attorney?

'Cause I'm the hero of that story.

And as long as people still believe in justice

and there's a system in place that looks like it works,

I'm doing what the city pays me to do.

Who the fuck wants to be any part of that?

Does everyone feel Mason hates them,

or just his friends?

- Depends on the day. - What are you drinking?

- Bourbon, neat. - Sir, the same.

Your favorite bartender is here.

Oh, is he?

Maybe I should change it to a dirty martini.

- I see the mood you're in. - And you?

Happier with the current company.

And you and Hazel? Everything all right with you two?

Fine. Uncomplicated and... fine.

But maybe with school and work,

I'm too busy for anything more complicated right now.

Mm.

Sounds like the makings of an exceptionally dull life,

Miss Street.

- Well done. - It hasn't all been boring.

There's been a nice surprise here and there.

- Clara. - Mm-hmm?

It's okay to smile.

Move a little to your right.

That's good. Right there, right there, right there.

Baby, Lucius is getting fussy.

I'm worried he's gonna explode.

He's coming.

Move left a little, just a little. Perfect.

What's he doing?

It's okay, Clara. It's okay.

- Okay. Let's just move. Mm-hmm. - Okay.

Hey. Hang in there.

Mm.

Yeah.

- Paul. - Okay, okay, okay.

You can go.

- I'll see you at home. - Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

- Bang, bang, bang! - Shoot him, Charles!

- Shoot him! - Bang, bang, bang!

- Bang, bang, bang. - Oh, where is he?

- Shoot him, Charles! Oh. - No.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Marshall Phillip just shot your horse.

Can we do it again?

But this time, I get to shoot you?

Tomorrow. I have to go out.

Okay.

Are you meeting Bake Matthews?

Uh, yep.

Finalizing the particulars of getting the ball club moving here.

Can you get him to sign my card?

You shred it, wheat!

We should kiss the coin for luck!

Good idea. Always does the trick.

Mm...

Mm...

Okay, up to bed, boys. Go!

- Night, Dad. - Night.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

_

The broads in Cleveland, surprisingly attractive.

Always a popular stop.

Pittsburgh, you know, the odds were good,

but the goods were odd.

That's why the players would love a team out here.

We went to every one of 'em, Brooks.

Every city. No one wants to move their baseball team to Los Angeles.

You showed them the pictures of the stadium?

And the model? And the numbers?

Population numbers,

financial numbers.

I gave them everything but Gloria Swanson's phone number.

Three whiskies, please.

As your attorney, as your friend,

I'm telling you, this idea is...

You told 'em we're the fastest growing city in the world?

- They don't care. - The owners, sure.

But the commissioner, he must see the benefits.

Not a one.

Said no Major League team would ever play west of the Mississippi.

To them, L.A. might as well be Mars.

Fucking dinosaurs.

You shouldn't have promised a team to those reporters, Brooks.

We're getting a team, Bake.

It's the future!

The Yanks, the Cubs, they get 12,000 fans every game.

No one thinks we're a baseball town.

Well, I built a giant stadium to prove that we are.

New York gets three teams. Chicago, two.

We just need one. One fucking team.

But people know back East.

Back East is dog shit, Bake!

This is the perfect city for baseball!

The whole country's running to get here,

and they still think we're some backwater!

We're where everyone wants to be!

You think anyone dreams of moving to fucking Cincinnati?

I just need to brush my teeth.

Come on in.

Poor thing.

Mm.

- You gonna be long? - No, no. I'll be in bed soon.

Clara, you were right to invite Mason.

Probably wouldn't have gotten this gig if you didn't.

I'm gonna make this right.

I know.

How'd they come out?

Good. Good. Here.

Mm.

- Best one. - Oh.

She is gorgeous.

- You like it? - Mm-hmm.

Anita St. Pierre's residence.

This is very much Anita St. Pierre.

I tell you what, I'm gonna count to five,

and if you haven't stated your business

or made an impressively lewd comment,

then I'll be forced to hang up the line.

This is Della...

Street.

Who is Della Street?

We met in a powder room.

You gave me your card.

Well, I've given any number of cards to women in powder rooms.

Unless, hmm.

Unless you were that graceful honey,

about five foot seven with steel blue eyes

as deep as the Arabian Sea,

then perhaps I do faintly recall you, yes.

Well, that's a relief.

Because besides the excellent typeset of your card,

nothing else about you made much of an impression on me at all.

It would've been nice, team ambassador.

- I could've used the bump. - You'll get it, Bake.

- We're not out of this. - Brooks.

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.

Oh, shit. Bake. Bake!

Whatever you want...

you're not paying for it.

Well, it's not legal, so it doesn't exist anyway,

so what's to pay for?

I'll have a shot of rye. Thank you.

Ooh, gracias.

I hate what you've done with the place.

Well, if you cared so much about your house,

you wouldn't have left it a shithole.

I made something out of it.

Yeah, probably what I hate most.

I'm not sure how I feel about a photo of my grandmother

sitting over the bar.

She's our patron saint.

She looks after the place.

Come on. You never really like it here.

And by the time you left, you didn't like me much either.

So, what brings you back?

A lot of places I don't want to be these days.

Tonight, this felt like the least of them.

Always a black cloud.

Remember about that place I told you once,

on the tip of Baja Mexico?

Cabo San Lucas.

It's a little nothing town, but it could be great.

I can fly people in two stops.

I bought a big piece of land. Cheap.

Whose farm did you steal to get that?

Gracias.

I start with a runway and a hotel...

and I build up from there.

It's a good place to get lost.

You can be anyone you want.

Or you can be nobody.

I fly back down there in three days.

To being nobody.

- Salud. - Salud.

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