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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.

The 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.

- Maria! - 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.

Just a little more, please.

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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.

Well, we'd love to take a look at the old contracts

so we can have an understanding of your requirements.

- Oh, we didn't have anything formal. - Oh, 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,

and 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?

Uh, 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... 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... not just me.

Yeah.

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

We, uh, we came to see you because my nephews,

Rafael and Mateo, were arrested.

Gallardo? The p... the Brooks McCutcheon thing?

They didn't do anything wrong.

This is Sofía. Mateo's wife.

- How do you do? - Mucho gusto.

- Please... - Yeah.

We don't know what is happening to our boys!

- No one will talk to us. - Hold on, hold on.

Who's their lawyer? They should've been assigned a public defender.

Yes. His name is Frank Dillon.

We... we called and... 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.

I u... I understand all that. We can't take this case.

Emily Dodson. You save her.

Uh...

No. No, I didn't.

That was very different circumstances.

But... but you believed she was innocent

when no one else did.

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

but we... 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.

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I'm... I'm sorry. I can't.

I'm not... I'm not the right man for this. I'm not.

Vamos.

Vente, 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 could see wanting him gone.

- What's this about? - Oh, down on Central,

Perkins got his hands in everybody's pie.

- Shakedowns? - No.

No, 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. - Huh.

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.

- Thank you, sir. - 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, no, no. I don't think so.

I... I... 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? - Hamilton.

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 no. 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?

Watched that horse that dives into a pool of water

- from like 40 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 boohooing 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, uh, you get that Dodson thing I left for you?

Mm-hmm.

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 got 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. - Ooh, you do get the doozies.

Brother, what comes knocking at your door.

Well, if I didn't have bad luck, boy-o...

Oh, 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 spics.

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?

Ah, 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.

Oh. 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.

Ha!

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 figured you got me turned out right.

Got me work.

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, and 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.

Hello, dear.

- Your dress is beautiful. - Oh, 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.

Well, 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.

Oh, you're going to work for Ham one day?

Actually, I'm already working for a firm.

Mm, 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've no complaints about the first,

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

Must be difficult being a woman of so much wealth.

No, actually, it's pretty damn terrific.

Nine feet...

Twenty-four.

Scared kid at night?

Not a chance.

Look, if you're not gonna take more than 20 crates,

then I can't knock the price down any more.

There's hardly a profit as it is.

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

Hey, is that you, Charlie Goldstein?

- Yeah. - Boy, am I glad to see you.

- Who are you? - You've been served.

Have a great day.

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Fuck!

I'm not late.

No, you're not.

You just look like you were out all night.

Just until 4:00. I was working on a case.

Any idea how long this is going to take?

No.

Oh, 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. - Oh, this looks like glass.

Well, glass is more random under the microscope,

but crystals are more of a pattern.

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. - Oh.

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.

Well, then I'm very glad they do.

Every child deserves someone who believes in them.

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

- Perry. - Aren't all of your clients paying you

to believe in them, Mr. Mason?

Oh, 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 11:00 with Mrs. Hunt.

You our lawyer?

He still hasn't shown up yet?

Christ. Uh, no.

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

Uh, I am an attorney. My name is Perry Mason.

Are you even 18?

Okay, um...

Can you... can you just stick with me for a second? Uh...

- Rafael. - Rafael.

Rafael, can... can you... can you hold this?

Thank you.

Um...

Now, can you... can you make your hand like a... like a gun?

Like, um, like Cowboys and Indians?

- No. - I'm not...

I'm not trying to jam you up here.

- Really... - Who the fuck are you?

Your Aunt Luisa came to see me.

Like I said, I'm... I'm a... I'm a lawyer.

- And your wife Sofía also... - Sofía?

- Yeah. - Why you?

Uh, they... they... they read about a case I did, um, six months ago.

Look, I am trying to help. I swear.

But I need to know what I'm doing here.

- Okay. - Thank you.

- You're right-handed? - Yes.

Can you straighten your arm? Great. Thank you.

A little higher. Thanks.

Thank you. Thank you. Uh, now you.

- You're right-handed? - Yeah.

Okay.

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

... maybe six, seven feet...

Eight. Okay. Thank you. Have a seat.

All right. I, um...

I read the account in the paper,

but, um... 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's 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. - Mateo.

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?

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- Come in. - Thank you.

Come in.

- Hello, Sofía. - Hola.

I... I could offer you some... some coffee or...

- Are those Rafael's drawings? - Yes.

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

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Have you decided to take the boys' case?

Well, no.

Oh.

Maria left this at our office.

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Uh, I could offer advice to your defense counsel.

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I am... I am so sorry. I...

I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have come.

But you did come. You want to help us.

Sofía...

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

I... I can be the poor helpless Mexican wife.

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

Sofía, 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 wrestling aren'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?

Ah, 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.

Oh, I can smell the scheme from here.

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.

Well, I gotta get Lucius's bath ready.

You want to give me a hand, babe?

Mm-hmm.

Girls, go get your cousin ready for his bath.

Water loud enough?

I think so.

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

You didn't know.

Goddamn house nigger.

You didn't get rooked.

You had your mind fixed on feeding your family

and 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...

Uh, I need to get in there.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

Mm.

- Come on, come on. - Come on 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.

Oh, we will, but I never ever eat before 9:00.

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? - Oh, any chance I get.

Close the distance! Put it...

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

I mean, it's better than any movie.

Get up!

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.

Oh, there, he did it just then.

Uh-huh. Tommy showed up with a plan,

but now all of his weapons are failing him.

Oh, he's getting hurt.

He's looked into the eyes of his opponent,

and he has seen something that no boxer wants to see.

What's that?

Fearlessness.

So the taller one's gonna 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.

- Come on, Tommy! - That's it, Tommy!

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Oh.

What's this?

Before you say anything, hear me out.

Um...

I think we should take the Gallardo case.

After talking with the brothers...

You went to see them.

And the impound lot where Brooks's 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.

Wh... 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... 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?

'Cause we're no good to the Gallardos

if we mount an impoverished defense.

I might have that figured out.

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.

I mean, it's what I've always dreamed of.

Well, this is just an idea. I mean, 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?

Hmm.

Can I see it again?

All rise.

The court will come to order.

Case number 9752, arraignment hearing

in the matter of the People versus Mateo and Rafael Gal-ardo.

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 the 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.

Well, 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, um, Your Honor, as much as we all sympathize enormously

with McCutcheon family's tragic loss, um,

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.

Are you disappointed that your clients were denied bail?

Oh, 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?

Uh, well, w... uh,

we haven't seen that report, so until it's released,

- we'll just have to wait. - Mr. Milligan!

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

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 gonna 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.

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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.

Oh, uh, bring him in.

Bring him in.

You got a secretary now?

You can talk to Della about that one.

Um, appreciate you coming by, short notice.

Strick said you really helped him out.

Sounds like, uh, he'd use you again.

And again and again.

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

Oh, 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, I... I... I didn't know.

I was... I was just trying to throw some work your way.

If I had known...

Perry, I stepped into it.

Well, then maybe we both have something against the prosecutor.

You... 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.

Look, 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. I don't... I don't know what I...

- What else... - What do you need?

Trust.

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

Honestly? No, I don't.

Well...

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 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.

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What's with the second belt?

Hmm.

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?

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

Are you from there?

Yeah, Morocco by way of Burbank.

Oh. But it... 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.

Oh. I... Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

- Did you... 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.

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Yeah, the real problem is the engine.

Should've replaced it 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?

Oh, what an honor to have Detective Mason

on board our humble vessel.

I guess McCutcheon picked the wrong cop,

huh, 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.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, If I could have your attention

for just a moment!

Uh, 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 anytime.

Anytime.

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

Thank you.

We are so sorry for your tragic loss, Lydell.

Thank you. Thank you. I appreciate...

Hello?

Goldstein's dead.

Very well.

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