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- _ - Don't be stupid, Ed.

How we supposed to operate

if we can't get the goddamn lights to work?

I'll try and get an electrician out there this afternoon.

Yeah, you do that. The fuck does this monkey want?

Good morning.

What do you want?

Ah, to see your face.

See my face?

Have a good day.

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Goddamn it.

Shit. Anita.

Listen, I can be fast or I can be smooth.

I can't be both.

I'm sorry. Come here. Let me see.

Oh, I did a number on you.

You know, save a lot of time if we didn't have to stop

by the boarding house on mornings like this.

Well, maybe, I can keep some clothes at your place.

I... I was actually thinking maybe you could just keep yourself

at my place.

- How? - We'd... we'd make it work.

There are plenty of women who do.

I'd need to... I need to think about it.

Yes. Yes.

Thanks again!

So, Mr. Davenport, this gold coin

that Brooks McCutcheon was carrying, just how rare is it?

There are only three documented in existence.

Who possesses the other two?

According to our records

at the Numismatic Society,

one is owned by the Carnegie family.

The other, Prince Gustaf Adolf of Sweden.

So, the chances that our defendants

are acquaintances of the Carnegies,

or Prince Adolf are about as rare as the coin itself.

- Objection. - Sustained.

Thank you, Mr. Davenport.

Mr. Mason.

Mr. Mason!

Uh. N... Um. No... no questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Davenport, you may step down.

Mr. Milligan, if you will, please call your next witness.

Your Honor, at this time, the people respectfully rest.

Very well.

Then this court shall stand in recess until Thursday morning,

which time the defense will begin their case.

Full steam ahead.

Milligan had three more witnesses on his list.

- Why'd they suddenly rest? - I don't know.

Well, it cuts into our prep time.

Has Paul checked in on the Ozzie Jackson lead?

- Perry? - What?

If this train set thing is throwing you off this much...

- I'm fine. - ... we could possibly tell the judge

that someone is trying to intimidate you.

Although, we have no proof of who exactly.

It's Lydell. Who else would it be?

- I wouldn't be so sure. - Why not?

Because after what he said to you at the racetrack,

he doesn't strike me as the type to fire warning shots.

I'll meet you back at the office.

Good luck.

Drink later?

- Nothing left to discuss. - We can drink in silence then.

- Another time. - Ham?

I know you can't tell me why you offered the deal...

I'm late.

I just wanna know if you're all right.

You can trust me.

Always.

Good luck with your defense.

Come on!

Yeah, take him down.

Come on.

Nah, that shoulder was down more than a second.

- This ain't work. - Hey.

- These them Serbs? - Yeah.

Big motherfuckers.

I told you.

What you doing around here?

Any trucks come by?

One, picked up three guys for a quick sewer job in Venice.

But that's it.

Probably better off.

Don't nobody need to be around you on days like that.

Fuck you.

Mo?

I got something a little less backbreaking for you.

It ain't charity. It's legit.

I need help from somebody I trust, staking out a corner.

- What you looking for? - A hophead in a fancy blue car.

- Pay? - By the hour.

Corner boy's usually out 8:00 a.m. to 3:00 a.m.

Figure you and I work in shifts.

Mo, I need you to write down everything you see.

Don't matter if it don't seem like it's gonna amount to nothing.

You see it, you write it.

Comings, goings, license plates, everything.

You good?

- When's it start? - Now.

Taking Clara out for our anniversary tonight.

I got a nickel on this match.

Fuck it. I never win anyway.

Oh, that looks good. Hey, Marion, who...

You know, if you really wanna keep people out,

you should install a double cylinder.

Requires a key on both sides of the door.

That could come in handy

for when witnesses I subpoena show up unannounced.

- I need a minute. - Yeah, I figured.

Marion.

I, uh...

have some information about Brooks McCutcheon

I think you might find interesting.

Are you tryna bargain your way out of testifying?

Yeah, I want off the list.

You were Brooks's partner

on the only gambling ship that hasn't burned down.

- I'm not passing this up. - Yeah, well, here's the thing.

Brooks was into something big.

Bigger than you, Burger,

or anyone in this town is even thinking about.

Now, lucky me, I got a bunch of puzzle pieces...

but I don't know how they all fit together.

And you were always such an, uh...

ace of an investigator.

Oh, my God. You really are desperate.

Look, this is the last fucking place I wanna be right now, all right?

If I'd figured out what Brooks was doing,

I'd be pocketing the dough, believe me, but I didn't.

So...

... I gotta figure out how to make this shit work for me somehow.

Not gonna happen.

You put me in that chair, Mason,

make me talk about my sideline,

my entire life goes down the toilet.

I lose my job.

- I lose my pension. - If I don't put a case together,

my clients get a rope around their necks.

I will take you down with me!

You're gonna make Brooks look like shit, right?

So do I. All I ask...

All I'm asking is you to come with me

and see for yourself what I found.

And maybe, it'll help sell your strategy.

Truthfully, that desperate look in your eye

tells me you probably are being sincere.

But if I'm gonna go anywhere with you...

I want insurance.

What kind of insurance?

Just an abuse of your power. Nothing you can't handle.

Jesus, Mason.

What did you do?

Fuck!

How do ya do, ma'am?

Do the... Do the Petersons still live on this floor?

- No. - My mistake.

Have yourself a lovely day, ma'am.

Paul, did you know that Effie Harris got a job

working down here as one of those Creole chorus gals?

Who?

You know, Effie Harris from down the street.

- Hmm. - Hell, she can't even walk

with them little chicken legs she got,

let alone dance.

Well, maybe this club's standards have gone down...

You've known me since a kid.

You ain't gotta do this!

No!

- Please, man! Please, man! - Paul?

- Paul? - Yeah.

Put it away.

I'm sorry. I'm just having a bad day.

Hmm. More than one.

You been tossing and turning the last couple nights.

Look, Clara.

Now, you know there ain't nothing for you to worry about.

'Cause tonight's just about us.

- We'll see. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, where'd you get them shoes?

What?

Sneakers, Converse. Where'd you get them from?

- I bought 'em. What is it to you? - Hey, hey, hey.

- Paul... - You get 'em off Ozzie Jackson?

- No, what the f... - No, no, no. Tell me the truth.

- Don't lie to me. - Paul!

- I'm not. - Paul!

- What, Clara? - What is the matter with you?

Hey, hey! Just mind your business right now.

Okay. Well, let's just get back in line.

Mason and Associates.

Oh...

No, uh, it's all right.

I'll come over shortly.

- Have a good night. - Thank you, miss.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Bar is to your left when you enter,

lady of the house is upstairs, off to your right.

She's asked for three fingers of gin with two ice cubes.

- You're not staying? - I'm due to meet my wife.

My real wife.

Miss Nygaard?

Oh, good.

I decided it would be unconscionable

to keep Mieli's interpretation of Bizet to myself,

and I thought, "Who do I know in this vast cultural wasteland

who might actually hear it as I do?"

- It is extraordinary. - Please, sit.

How's the trial of the century going?

It's going about as well as we could've hoped.

- Oh, I'm glad to hear it. - Mm.

I take it you're working yourself to the bone?

Even so, it never feels like enough.

I just hope it's worth it.

- May I ask you something? - Of course.

Have you any experience with marijuana?

No.

I've found it has a marvelous calming effect.

Is Mr. Mason behaving himself?

Did you scold him into submission after our lunch?

He's behaving, more or less.

The trial's been good for him.

It's given him a clear adversary.

I can't remember the last time in my life

something seemed unassailably clear.

I'm fine with my drink, thank you.

- Would you? - Of course.

Do you think I should fire Phippsy?

I beg your pardon?

He's distant.

There's something going on.

He denies it, but there is.

It unsettles me.

Don't be shy. I want your opinion.

That's why I asked.

Um...

From what I've seen, he appears to be very dedicated.

Plus...

Yes?

I imagine he knows where the bodies are buried.

Even worse, he knows my middle name.

You're such a delight to talk to.

We should find a way to work together someday.

Another drink?

- I'm fine, thank you. - No, but I would like one.

Oh.

Good afternoon.

- Mason in? - He's in the field.

This is for him.

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How's Luisa?

If you could see your Aunt Luisa,

you'd think she's a nun.

She has everyone in the shanty

praying to the Santo Niño de Atocha ten times a day.

That's only two more times than she normally does.

Maybe I should start praying in here

for you and Maria to survive her craziness.

It's nice to see that smile on your face.

How's Rafa?

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No, no, no, no.

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And give her something else to pray about?

No, thank you.

Mateo?

I really miss you.

"Petechial hemorrhage." What does that mean?

Blood vessels bursting under the eyelids.

I paid a visit to our friend, Virgil, at the morgue.

Oh, what it cost you?

A buck and a promise I would go and see him

in No, No, Nanette,

at his community theater.

Not enough alcohol in the world.

Oh, believe me.

So, what does "broken blood vessels" mean?

Virg says choking, most likely.

There's no way it was a car accident.

You think she was strangled?

Lover's quarrel?

Maybe Brooks lost his temper.

Look, if we're gonna suggest

Brooks McCutcheon strangled a widowed secretary,

we're gonna need more than a few broken blood vessels.

True. But all we really need to do

is get Vincent Taylor on the stand

and see what he has to hide.

As long as the jury think he was involved somehow,

we have our reasonable doubt.

You'd need to tread lightly with the female jurors.

Maybe I should prepare the questions.

Sure. Just don't tread too lightly.

Mm-hmm.

Would be nice if we had something

that definitively tied Brooks to Noreen's "accident."

Hmm, true. The file's nice, but it's no smoking gun.

No, the smoking gun's in our safe.

- Mr. Mason? - Yeah?

Miss Aimes is here to see you.

Oh, yes. H... hi! Hi, uh, I'll be right out. Um.

Uh. Uh. Ginny, this is Della Street, my colleague.

Della, this is Ginny Aimes.

- It's nice to meet you. - You as well.

Yeah, so I'll be right there.

I'll hold him to that.

So, um, Holcomb said he would, uh, he would talk to a waitress

that was close to Brooks on the Morocco.

There might be something there.

Kind of Brooks to leave us a trail of mistresses.

And maybe Marion can do some more background on Taylor.

- Couldn't hurt. - Hey.

- Yeah. - Nice work. She's tasty.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

- So, do you come here a lot? - Um. A few times.

A man I dated introduced it to me.

Oh, was he... was he Japanese?

- Mm, Dutch actually. - Dutch?

Mm.

There's sesame and ponzu sauce, which is basically soy sauce.

All right.

Not for you?

Oh!

How long has Della been working for you?

I'm starting to think I work for her. Um.

We've known each other many years.

Were you two ever...

- No. Mm-mm. - What?

W... No, no, nothing.

We're... we're just... we're different.

Yeah.

Well, you seem to work well together.

Yeah, we do, for the most part.

I heard her describe me as "tasty," which was a first.

If I picked this up, it would be a first.

No.

Oh, no.

I had a big lunch.

- I don't want you to go hungry. - Oh, thanks.

Can I try another?

And I'll... I'll give you my verdict.

Can't get enough?

- Oh, God. - Tricky, right?

"J-T-R...

3-5-8."

Councilman Taylor,

when were you first elected?

1927.

And when were you first introduced to Brooks McCutcheon?

Can't say exactly.

Before or after you were elected?

- Before, I believe. - You believe?

Didn't Brooks make a contribution to your campaign?

I have a newspaper article here

with a very nice photograph of you both at a fundraiser.

- He did make a contribution. - Yeah.

A very generous one, from what we discovered.

You, uh, you outspent your opponent, wow,

by at least double.

Objection. Wh... wh... what's the relevance of this?

I think it is relevant to understand

how close the witness was to the deceased

- in the narrative of my questioning. - Is this it?

Overruled.

- Thank you. - This confirms the numbers.

McCutcheon Stadium...

- your district, correct? - It is.

How much of Brooks McCutcheon's contribution

to your campaign went into guaranteeing zoning permits?

- Objection. - I withdraw the question.

Councilman, who is Noreen Lawson?

- She's my sister. - Is she married?

Widowed. Husband died a few years back.

- Cancer. - Very sorry to hear that.

Where did Noreen go to work

after her husband passed?

McCutcheon Shipping.

Who's the head of McCutcheon Shipping?

Brooks McCutcheon.

Oh. Did Noreen and Brooks know each other in the shipping office?

She was one of several girls in the stenographic pool there,

so, uh, I couldn't say.

Councilman, where is Noreen today?

San Haven.

Would you please tell the court what San Haven is exactly?

- A convalescent home. - Excuse me, Counselor, a word?

Um. Your Honor?

- Uh. Make it quick. - Yes.

Let me take it from here.

Take what from here?

I think I should finish questioning Taylor.

What?

We've lost three, five, and eight.

Uh. I think this would be best coming from a woman

that we have further evidence that I doubt...

- Mr. Mason? - Yes, uh. Yes, Your Honor.

Um.

With the court's permission,

I would like Miss Street to finish questioning the witness.

- Sidebar. - Both sides approach.

I'm not a fan of theatrics in my courtroom, Mason.

Nor am I, Judge, but this is more due to the sensitive nature

- of this testimony. - Hmm.

I would also like to add, Miss Street has been serving

- an apprenticeship with me. - A... apprenticeship?

She's not even a real attorney.

Some make the same argument about you.

Your Honor, I believe the women in this courtroom

would be far more comfortable

if the questioning did come from Miss Street.

I would also like to add

the questions for the witness were prepared well in advance.

Hmm.

- I'll allow it, but... - Under... understood.

- Hmm. Hmm. - Thank you.

- Miss Street. - Thank you.

- You sure? - Mm-hmm.

All yours.

Take your time.

Councilman Taylor,

can you identify the woman in this photograph?

That's Noreen.

Has she always been in a wheelchair?

No.

In fact, she wasn't confined to one

until she was admitted to San Haven.

- Is that correct? - Yes.

Can you tell us what happened to her?

Objection.

This line of questioning has absolutely no relevance

- to the guilt of the defendants. - It absolutely does.

The defendants are entitled to present a full picture

of the circumstances of Mr. McCutcheon's passing.

And humiliate a productive member of this city in the process?

Him or you?

I think Mr. Mason is rubbing off on you too much.

- Quicken it up. - Yes, Your Honor.

The witness will answer the question.

What happened to your sister?

She was in a car accident.

A car accident.

I'm sorry. That must have been awful.

What happened exactly?

She went through the windshield.

So it was a head injury then?

From what I understand, yes, it was.

I see.

Well, that's interesting because...

in Noreen's medical records,

there is no mention of a head injury.

And she doesn't have a single scar on her head

or her face,

which she would have had she gone through a windshield,

as you just testified.

The report does state, however,

that her brain was deprived of oxygen long enough

to cause severe, irreversible damage.

Well, I... I'm not a doctor. What do you want from me?

A little more thoughtfulness

on how you answer my questions, Councilman.

- Objection! - Sustained.

Miss Street, tread lightly.

We'll come back to this.

Can you identify what I'm holding?

A belt.

And right here on the inside of this belt is a monogram.

Can you read the letter for me?

- "M." - M...

for McCutcheon.

Because this is indeed his belt.

The belt he was wearing when he was murdered.

The same belt I believe he used when he strangled your sister.

Objection! The murder victim's not on trial here.

Overruled. Let's see where this goes.

You don't know that.

Well, according to other witnesses,

who have given a sworn written testimony,

Brooks McCutcheon liked to surprise women during coitus.

He would put his belt

around the woman's neck, like so,

and then he would begin to tighten it.

And he would not let up until he wanted to.

Even if the woman was desperately gasping for air.

Which was your sister's case, wasn't it?

This is a close-up photo of Noreen's neck

taken when she was admitted to San Haven, correct?

Yes.

Can you make out something here on her skin?

Yes. A mark.

And what does the mark resemble, Councilman?

An M.

An M.

And so, I refer to my earlier question, Councilman...

what honestly happened to your sister?

And I'd like to remind you, you're under oath.

- She was strangled. - Pardon?

She was strangled.

Order. Order! Order!

You must have hated Brooks for what he did.

Turning your vivacious sister into a shell of a woman.

It was accidental.

Did you or did you not threaten his life

at a party on July 4th, 1932 at the Oceano Club?

- I don't know. - Did you not brandish a gun?

Because according to the Malibu Register...

I was drunk. It was, uh...

- I got a little out of hand. - A little out of hand?

"I'll kill the perverted bastard."

I never said that!

What? We... we... we're gonna take this rag as gospel?

Who's even heard of the Malibu Register?

All right, what did you say?

I don't remember.

Like you didn't remember Brooks strangled your sister?

Objection!

- Sustained. - Nothing further.

This court will stand in recess.

I'm buying.

- Operator. - Olympia, 1381.

Please hold.

Anita St. Pierre.

- Hey. - Well, hello.

I just had to tell you I had the most incredible day.

Good, I can't wait to hear.

And I can't wait to tell you.

I thought I could come by, bring a bottle of wine,

and, um, all of my things.

Can we talk?

Please.

What are you doing?

Collecting my stuff.

Rafa! It's not over.

We can't lose.

Right, you saw the jury's faces.

I... I was worried when... when Mason handed it over to Miss Street,

but shit, she's tougher than him.

We're going home, brother.

- We're going home. - Shut it up.

- Fuck you. - Rafa!

What did you say, you fucking bean-eater?

Oh, you think that's offensive?

I'm proud of being Mexican.

It's enough. Be quiet, Rafael.

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

He hasn't been feeling...

- Open 14. - Wait, wait, wait.

Just... just let me talk to him. Let me talk to him. He just...

You don't have to treat him like that.

Hey, just let...

Come on. Just let me talk to him.

- Fuck you. - Why I'm gonna...

Take him to the hole.

Rafa, it's gonna be all right. Rafa!

I think I made it clear

just how important this sort of information is to me,

to this case.

We can't be going into the rest of their defense blind.

Yeah?

And I think you know by now, Mason, he ain't no rube.

He knows someone's onto him.

Peter...

you've proven yourself to be a strong asset to this office.

The boys in your department talk about just how devious you can be

to get what you need.

- It's the job. - It is.

I certainly couldn't do it.

Takes a particular type.

I can see how you rubbed off on Mason.

But do you really want Mason to think

that he's smarter than you?

Unless, of course, he is.

Find me something I can use.

Do you like seagulls, Mason?

I don't really have an opinion.

Nasty fuckers.

Scavengers, really.

Pull a hot dog right out of your hand.

Well...

take 'em or leave 'em?

Still don't trust me after what I brought you?

Not a chance.

Let's go.

The ships got loaded up in Long Beach.

When Brooks was alive, they'd head up towards Port Hueneme,

- just south of Santa Barbara. - Why?

Well, Brooks was payin' fellas under the table

to unload the produce there.

You know, sold it around, make a couple bucks.

And got in cahoots with this guy named Goldstein.

Well, what does he have to say about all this?

Not much.

He was butchered four days after Brooks was killed.

After that,

that's when all the ships stopped going up there altogether.

Well, if the ships are no longer going to Hueneme,

where are they going?

Well, maybe they could tell us.

Holy shit.

That's oil.

Yep.

- Oil? - Yes.

This is what Lydell's been covering up this whole time.

Not just some bullshit about protecting the McCutcheon family name.

- But... but what is he covering up? - Tha... I don't know, yet.

So how does this help our case?

Well, that's what I'm gonna find out.

I'm thinking we should rest.

- Are... are you being serious? - Yeah.

We have what we wanted.

We undermined the prosecution's case.

We tore apart Vincent Taylor.

- We have our reasonable doubt. - Yes,

and this morning, I might have agreed with you, but, Della, we...

I'm just worried that the more we prolong this,

the more exposed we are.

Look how we're exposing Lydell.

Look what you just did to Vincent Taylor.

No, no, no. We gotta keep going.

What are you doing?

Waiting for your damn brother.

What time is it?

3:30.

The man should've been back by now.

You think something happened?

I don't know, Clara.

Well, you think maybe you need to go look?

- What you doing up? - Did you see it?

- No. - Nothing?

I just said I didn't, Paul.

- Give me the notebook. - Here.

I need to hit the sack, all right?

My eyes killing me from all that squinting.

Wait, wait. Mo, Mo.

Mo, what is this?

It's the license plate numbers of anybody that stopped.

It was dark in the car. I'll tell you them all in the morning.

All right, you get the, uh, uh, color, right?

Right there next to the license number.

But what about the make?

I couldn't always tell.

I got a few of them.

- A few? - What's it matter?

You got the license.

But what did I tell you to do?

If you see it, you fucking write it.

And I did.

Shit, all the comings and goings of all the people.

Hell, I even wrote down

when the fucking corner boys ate a goddamn jelly sandwich.

What the fuck more do you want?

For you to not act like a goddamn ditch digger.

- Hey. - Fuck you, man.

Hey! Paul!

Are you losing your mind?

Who in the hell do you think you're talking to?

What you gon... You picking his side now?

You mind how you talk to my brother in his house.

What's going on?

Why the f... Nothing.

Councilman Vincent Taylor

will return for cross-examination.

Your Honor, permission to approach the bench?

Your Honor, something pressing,

and rather upsetting has come to my attention.

I have credible and newly discovered information

that Mr. Mason is actively concealing the murder weapon

in his private safe at his office.

In my chambers now.

After you.

- What's going on? - I'm not sure.

I warned the two of you.

I will not have this trial turn into a goddamn circus!

It's not my intention, Your Honor.

And yet, here I am, trying to control you two fucking clowns.

Jesus!

Well, Counselor...

is Milligan's allegation true?

Y... Your Honor, I would... I would like to speak

with my colleague, Miss Street?

I... I believe there's precedence here.

That sounds like an affirmative, Your Honor.

I would like to request a court order

for Mr. Mason to surrender the gun.

Given Mr. Mason's disrespect for this court,

and flagrant disregard of rules,

I don't believe a court order would be sufficient.

Instead, we will all take a field trip.

A b... A field trip?

To your office.

The jury will adjourn for the day,

and this trial will stand at recess until tomorrow.

What?

How bad?

Open it.

Your Honor, I have a question about admissibility.

I don't. Open the safe, Mr. Mason. Now!

Bailiff, if you would look for the weapon, please.

Your Honor, the people request a short amount of time

to perform ballistics testing

- on the gun. - Granted.

Your Honor, we hope that by handling this privately,

away from the jury, we've avoided a mistrial.

Also, we request that Mr. Mason be held in contempt

and taken into custody for concealing evidence.

That won't be necessary at this time,

but it is certainly not off the table.

I want you both in my chambers tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.m.

Let me know if you need the name of a good public defender.

You know, they making listening devices

smaller and smaller these days.

Here, here. Uh. "Olmstead vs. the U.S.

The dissent argues for a wider application

of the exclusionary principle."

It's post-Mayen.

Maybe Durkin would be open to the illegal search,

- and seizure angle. - You talk to Anita about work?

- Sometimes. - You ever talk about the case?

Seriously?

W... Did you tell Clara when you found the gun?

Careful now, Perry.

Sorry.

You're being absurd.

Well, someone tipped Milligan off.

I'm willing to bet it wasn't the Gallardos.

Are you sure there hadn't been anybody else in here?

Kids deliverin' sandwiches, anything?

Are you looking for someone in particular, Mr. Mason?

This is a nice surprise...

I'm gonna ask you something,

and I need you to tell me the truth.

Okay.

Was it you?

Was what me?

When you were in my office the other day,

what... what... what did you overhear?

Nothing. I... I spoke to your secretary for a mo...

No, no, no. When Della and I were talking,

what did you overhear?

Nothing.

Ginny, the prosecution found the murder weapon in my safe.

You were the only other person signed into that logbook.

Why was the murder weapon in your safe, Perry?

Don't... don't do that. Don't...

Don't play dumb with me

'cause if I find out you're... you're lying, I will...

What?

You'll do what?

You were in my office,

and you overheard what we were talking about.

I didn't hear anything.

Do you honestly think that I would do something like that?

Okay, um.

Why don't you sit down? I'll make you a drink.

And you can start at the beginning,

and I will try to understand

- what the hell you're talking about. - Oh, you are so full of shit.

There you are.

Hey! Hey!

No. No.

No.

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