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MAYNARD BARNES:
You got three options.

Plead Emily Dodson out,
tank the case in trial,

or get yourself disbarred.

E.B. JONATHON:
There's no way you'd be

dredging up old ghosts
if you had a solid case!

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

MAN: The ramifications
of Sister's latest message

threatens the financial health
of the assembly.

WOMAN:
Half of your audience wanna

kiss your feet,
the other half wanna kill you.

You have to let me protect you.

Charlie Dodson will rise again!

Blasphemy!

PETE STRICKLAND:
Three guys, three stiffs.

'Cept we know there's a fourth.

You're like every amateur dick
I ever met.

You think you caught a fish

all you done is
hook your own ass.

E.B. JONATHON:
Mr. Mason's evidence

is coming up short.

You want me to say
that I'm guilty?

No, we're gonna fight.

I'm the lawyer here!

Then act like one goddammit!

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

E.B.?

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(GAS STOVE HISSING)

(GASPS)

(CHOKING)

(HISSING STOPS)

E.B.?

E.B.?

E.B.?

E.B.?

E.B.? E.B.?

(SOBBING)

(CRIES) No.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Boyle 23405...

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(SOBBING)

DELLA STREET: It's funny,

you spend all these years
with somebody, and...

one day,
they're just gone.

And you realize...

you'll never see them again.

But I guess that's life,
isn't it?

So first you found him dead,
and then you called the police?

Yes.

That's exactly what I did.

I can assure you that all of us

at Century Mutual
are sorry for your loss.

May I ask if you need
any assistance

with funeral arrangements?

-We have relationships with--
-Thank you. No.

The body is being taken
to be with his family.

Up north.

PORTER:
Next stops be Atascadero,
Salinas, Watsonville Junction,

South San Francisco,
San Francisco.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Not much longer now.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

Mother?

Can I have 25,000 dollars?

Twenty-five thousand dollars?

SISTER ALICE MCKEEGAN:
For Emily Dodson.

That is the amount
of her bail, isn't it?

Are you-- Are you
suggesting we-- we free her?

I want Emily sitting
on stage with me.

She can take Elder Brown's seat.

That's not the wisest path
to tread at this moment, Sister.

SISTER ALICE: Look at these!

This outpouring of love
and charity.

Chesterfield, Missouri,
two dollars.

Bangor, Maine,
five dollars and...

forty-three-- 46 cents.

Tucson, Arizona.

"May God pour honey
over your body

and stake you to an ant hill,
you blaspheming whore.

You couldn't die soon enough."

Elder Seidel, how much
did we bring in this week?

ELDER SEIDEL: Uh, enough
to cover our overhead

and to keep the kitchen stocked.

SISTER ALICE:
And it will be double that

when I return
to the microphone.

Never in my life
have I felt stronger

or more clear in my mind
or more filled with inspiration.

I think it's been some time

since we've had
a divine healing.

Well, it's hard to capture
the true spirit

of that particular service
on the radio, Sister.

The gospel will reach out
through that radio

and around the world to every
man, woman, boy and girl.

As the hymns say, "To answer
when He calls, that is my task."

(SIGHS) You can come down
off your chariot.

We're paying attention.

Bring me the weak and the sick
like we did under tent poles

before we broke ground.

And if you cannot
accommodate that, Mother,

then you can be relieved
of your duties.

Anything else, daughter?

Just 25,000 dollars.

PETE STRICKLAND:
Look, Detective,

I already been tailing Ennis
for three days.

I'm asking who might have a beef
with this prick.

And guess whose name
keeps popping up? Yours.

-RAY ROYCE: Hey, Flint.
-Yeah?

Get your nose out of her pills
and go burn some coffee.

Fucking reeks in here.

You believe this shit?

What got at her face?

Goddamn cat.

Ugh.
Ate her whole fucking ear off.

Look, I'm on the Dodson case.
Things ain't adding up.

This guy, Joe Ennis,

he seems to be sitting
in the shadow of most of them.

I was first up
the day little Charlie came in.

It was my case.

That prick Ennis
paid the division chief

to jump in front of me.
My fucking case.

Biggest case in town.

FLINT: Hey, Sarge?

I found the kitty-cat.
It's dead too.

I hope it choked on her earring.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(CHILDREN CHATTER)

BYRON JONATHAN:
Miss Street?

Yes. Hello, Mr. Jonathan.

Let me express
our deepest sympathies

to you and your family
in this time of--

Thank you.
You must be Mr. Mason.

It's Byron, isn't it?

BYRON: I'd like to thank you
both for coming all this way.

-It really wasn't necessary.
-Of course it was.

BYRON: Whatever it cost you,
please send me a bill.

You shouldn't be out of pocket.

Well, the trunk has some
of his things from the house.

There's still a lot
to go through, I'm afraid.

Please don't trouble
yourself any further.

I'll see that it all gets
taken to a consignment shop.

Byron, I-- I'm sorry,
I have to ask.

I mean, what-- where...
where is everybody?

Your wife? The grandkids?

BYRON:
At home. At school.

You-- You're telling me
he actually mentioned my kids?

He-- He had pictures of them.

But did he ever talk
about them or about me,

about my sister?

Did he ever mention
my mother,

who's inside there with him?

PERRY MASON:
Well, it doesn't--

it doesn't mean you weren't
in his thoughts

or-- or that he didn't care.

He was a very private man.

BYRON: Yes.

Well, we didn't talk
about him either.

And, to be honest,
I don't care.

DELLA: The check
from his life insurance

will be mailed directly to you.

I'll see that his will is
probated as soon as we get back.

Will you be needing a ride back
to the train or to a hotel?

MASON: No. Thank you.

DELLA: That was warm.

MASON: It wasn't right, Della.

It wasn't right.

He knew you'd be there
in the morning.

He knew you'd--
you'd find him and...

Arrange things?

I suppose I should thank you.

For what?
Helping turn his suicide

into a more insurance-friendly
demise?

Forget it.

It's very easy for you
to break the rules, isn't it?

Well, the way I see it,
there's what's legal

and there's what's right.

You know, you can be
profoundly irritating.

-All right.
-DELLA: You drink too much.

Your personal habits leave
a lot to be desired.

And quite frankly,
I find it offensive

that you choose to mask
your intelligence and decency

with cynicism and slothfulness.

Is that all?

And you never accept any help.

I'm letting you help me
finish this bottle.

You come from money, don't you?

Why do you say that?

-The way you sit.
-(CHUCKLES)

-Just little things.
-Mm-hmm?

Your subtle
and not-so-subtle judgments.

I ran away from home
when I was 25.

Goodbye, arranged fiancé.

Goodbye...

father who wouldn't let me go
to college.

Goodbye, inheritance.

Hello, E.B. Jonathan
and Associates.

Answered a classified
in the Examiner,

"Busy downtown firm
seeks secretary."

I showed up.

It was just the two of them
sitting behind their desks,

Lyle and... E.B.

I mean, Lyle's a shark,

-but E.B. was...
-DELLA: Vain?

Short-tempered?

Self-absorbed?

MASON: He was living a lie.

Do you think
that's why he did it?

(SIGHS)

Does it not even matter anymore?

MASON: Well,
I think it mattered to E.B.

I think that's why
he chose his own terms.

Wrote his own epitaph.

"Here lies E.B. Jonathan,
defender of all the innocent,

righter of wrongs,
all-around good guy."

Unless you're talking
to his son.

Here's to all the shitty fathers
in the world.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

DELLA:
Can you ring room 18?

Perry Mason.

Mr. Mason checked out
an hour ago, ma'am.

Thank you.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

MASON: Thank you.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(KNOCKS)

MASON: Hi, Cheryl.

It's good to see you.

-Linda here--
-CHERYL ANDERSON: Linda?

-LINDA: Yeah?
-Door.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was-- I was working
a case in the area,

so I thought...

You look terrible.
Are you drunk?

-Probably.
-LINDA: Jesus, Perry.

You can't show up here drunk.

E.B. is dead, Lin.

He-- He died. He's-- He's dead.

I'm sorry.

I know when your dad
passed, E.B. was--

I'm not-- I'm not looking
for a hug or anything.

I just-- I just wanted to spend
some time with my son.

He's out back playing.

Thank you.

LINDA: Wait.

You think you wanna come inside
and clean up a bit?

I'm fine.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

TEDDY MASON: Daddy. Daddy!

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Why in God's name
is she in chains?

DETECTIVE ENNIS:
Standard procedure, ma'am.

Standard should include
a certain level of decency.

I'm sure you're right
about that, ma'am.

SISTER ALICE: Do you want
something to eat, Emily?

-EMILY DODSON: Mm-hmm.
-Maybe hot bath?

DETECTIVE HOLCOMB:
That's Alice McKeegan,

-you are Birdy McKeegan.
-Yes and yes.

And you agree to serve
as Emily Dodson's custodians

-after posting bail?
-Yes.

HOLCOMB: Number one,
Mrs. Dodson is to remain

confined on these premises
from dusk to dawn,

-unless otherwise directed
by the court.
-Yes.

HOLCOMB: Number two,
these premises are subject

-to search at any time.
-BIRDY MCKEEGAN: Yes.

HOLCOMB: Number three,
Mrs. Dodson's not allowed

to leave the state
of California.

Yes.

(SIGHS)

-It's soft.
-It's mine.

I had it moved in when I knew
you were coming to stay with us.

You shouldn't have.
I don't need much.

SISTER ALICE: Really, I sleep
standing up half the time.

Go on.

You're here for a reason.
You and me both.

Sister, what you said--

what you said about Charlie...

SISTER ALICE:
We've been called, Emily,

to be free of self
and filled with the Holy Spirit,

to be led by the Holy Spirit,
to see each other saved.

Can I be saved, Sister?

Can I?

-Those curtains are new.
-Yeah.

-MASON: They're nice.
-Thank you.

It's very kind of you
to notice.

-Do you want more coffee?
-Thanks.

So what time does Ed roll in?

He must be putting in
some serious hours

down at Spreckel.

Does dinner wait on him
or do you put

a plate in the oven for later?

Cher, do you mind seeing
if, uh,

Teddy needs help
with his homework?

He doing well in school?

You're not staying for dinner.

Now, I don't know what this is,
this--

this thing you're working on.

You just drop by
out of the blue sky.

You're supposed
to send the checks.

You don't. Birthdays,
Christmas, you screw that up.

And now you just show up here
and you-- (SNIFFLES)

Do you know
what that does to Teddy?

Well, I was thinking
maybe he could come

spend some time with me
on the farm.

It's hardly a farm.

Well, then why'd you tell him
I'm a fucking farmer?

Because I don't know
what to tell him you are.

Poking around
people's dirty linens,

hanging out at the morgue,

getting your nose
knocked in twice a week.

You're supposed to be
his father.

I am his father.

No, Perry, you are not.

That ship has sailed.

ED: I'm home.

CHERYL: Hi, hon.
Dinner's almost there.

Do you remember
when I proposed to you?

Yeah.

-I said no.
-MASON: Yeah.

The first time you said no.

Why did you ever
say yes to me, Lin?

Because for the life of me
I can't remember.

ED: Come on, buddy.

A-ha! I heard a rumor
and it turns out to be true.

Perry Mason's in town!

How are you, Ed?

ED: Well, I don't want
to jinx anything,

but I got to tell ya,

I think, uh,
we're really getting
to see the other side of this.

The Honey Dew label
is really taking off.

Mark my words, '32 is gonna be
a big year for Spreckel.

-Right?
-Right. Yeah.

ED: All right.
Why don't you go wash up, buddy?

TEDDY: Okay.

Well, that's great news, Ed.

So come in, sit down, uh,
have some dinner.

Tell me all
the big city buzz, fella.

I'm afraid I got-- I, uh,

I got--
I got to go back to work.

Don't be afraid.
It's just work.

(CHUCKLES)

Still, it's your loss.

Smells good in here, Linda.
What's for eats?

Oh, I've got a big spread
here tonight, Ed.

-I hope you're hungry.
-Thanks, as always.

I'll-- I'll be waiting on it.

DEBATER: My esteemed opponent
has a view of our race

that I do not-- cannot share.

We must accept,
he says, the segregation

that daily confines us
to inferior schools,

inferior housing, inferior care

-if we're injured or sick.
-CROWD MEMBER: That's right.

DEBATER: We must accept,
he says, the humiliation

that daily denies us

the simple dignity
of being human,

no more, no less.

All the while we are urged
to help ourselves, right?

(CROWD AFFIRMS)

Educate ourselves.

Restrain ourselves, in hopes
that one day, one glorious day,

the white man will smile
upon us and say,

"Now, now I respect you."

(CROWD AFFIRMS)

DEBATER:
When comes that day, friends?

Tomorrow? Next year?
Next century?

No, the only way to earn
our place is to agitate,

organize,
demand that the promise

of the Declaration
of Independence

that all men are created equal
is a spur to justice

and not the most galling
of hypocrisies.

(APPLAUSE)

That second debater though,
he was inspiring.

Yeah, but I don't think
the reverend should be

supporting radical views.

Rev's just giving a chance
to both sides of the argument.

The Bible says
"Render unto Caesar."

-LOUISE: Mm--
-What's that got to do with it?

There's no point
in fighting to change

what's not gonna change.

EDWINA:
That's what he's saying.

It can't change
if we don't fight.

Easy to get folks all riled up.

Then you left high and dry,
and what good have you done?

Well, what do you think
of it all, Officer Drake?

I think it is best
to always agree with my wife.

LOUISE: (CHUCKLES)
You got him well trained.

EDWINA: Mm-hmm. (CHUCKLES)

Miss Street?

DELLA: Mother McKeegan.

I'm sorry for just
dropping by like this.

BIRDY: Is everything all right?

We're very sorry
to hear about Mr. Jonathan.

Yes, well, thank you.
He's with his family now.

As he should be.

DELLA:
The reason I'm here,

first, to thank you
for organizing Emily's bail.

Oh, well, Sister
deserves credit for that.

DELLA: That's very generous.

And now that Emily's
out of jail,

we need to work on getting her
a new lawyer.

Oh, well, the court just
appointed someone.

They're with him
in the dining room right now.

Mm.

The prosecution is also
gonna be calling your husband

who-- uh-oh.

Herman Baggerly is your--
is your father-in-law?

Yes. Sort of.

Mr. Baggerly's thinking
no longer aligns with ours.

(SIGHS)

Miss Street, perhaps
you could tell me

about the approach
Mr. Jonathan was taking.

Did he have some
big secret strategy?

EMILY: In our last meeting,
he mentioned

-maybe a deal.
-FRANK C. DILLON: Hmm.

DELLA: But we moved
away from that.

We have promising
evidence coming in.

DILLON: Evidence?

Well, these matters warrant
more consideration.

I'm going to need to see
the case files.

Yes. Of course.
They're at the office.

DILLON:
His office is still open?

It's paid through
the end of the month.

Perfect.
Tomorrow morning then.

Would you excuse me a moment?

I need to make a call.

Okay.

Where were we?

-My husband testifying?
-Yes.

Well, that's gonna be rough.

I had my issues
with the man.

There's nowhere around that
but... damn it,

-last of a dying breed.
-DELLA: Mm.

Had my share lately.

There's talk of a, uh, gathering
down at the club.

Let the muckey-mucks
say nice things about him

-for a Law Review write-up.
-E.B. would have liked that.

LYLE: Darn right he would have.
(LAUGHS)

Good lawyer in his day.
Big ham his whole life.

Lyle, the court appointed
Frank C. Dillon in his place.

LYLE: Yeah.

If I'm playing with my money,
I'm betting the DA

had a hand in his selection.

So you think Frank
will push Emily to plead guilty?

I think Frank will do
whatever helps Maynard Barnes

ride this case to higher office.

I'm hearing
governor talk lately.

Meanwhile, an innocent woman
is being thrown to the wolves.

Unfortunately, wolves don't care
about truth.

They only care about meat.

Which is why
I need to find Emily

another lawyer immediately.

I made a list.

I was hoping you could
look it over for me.

Let me look it over.

A very thorough list.

A Della Street list.

Well, Reilly, Giesler, Rogers,
they're very good.

They might do it for a big fat
check and the exposure.

Ferris and Kavanaugh, they'd
do it for the exposure alone

but they're, uh-- well, to use
the legal parlance,

they're scumbags.

Fifty-three names,
including yours.

It's a preordained loser, Della.

A real career-killer.

Too risky for most,
including me.

No. But-- But--
She-- She needs help.

-Lyle, she's--
-Yeah. It's not gonna happen.

Della, I'm sorry.

No. I-- I'm sorry.

I-- I'm here to get E.B.'s will
probated, not to, um...

LYLE: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Don't think twice about it.

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Whoo!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Whoa. Whoo!

It's a big opportunity.

More like a big pain
in the hindquarters.

No, no, no.
Truckers make good money.

Buy a couple of used rigs
for 300 down.

Then spend 20 hours a week
driving them around.

JAMES:
We hire someone to do that.

They work for us.

Oh, okay. We already got
people under us, do we?

All right. How long you wanna
be walking the beat for, huh?

I mean, how are you
gonna feel ten years on,

clearing alkies off the stoops
and writing tickets?

I got a plan.

Smart man... bite.

EDWINA: Get up off your ass
and give me a towel!

JAMES: Oh, all right.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

PAUL DRAKE: Get in here.
Get in here. Get in here.

JAMES: Here I come. Here I come.

DRAKE: Come on in here, now.

-You okay? Yeah?
-(SHIVERING)

DRAKE: I know my wife
can move faster than that.

-EDWINA: It's freezing.
-(SHIVERING)

Fool enough
going in that January water.

Baby's gonna come out
an ice cube. Come here.

It's supposed to make
the baby strong.

Oh, is that an old wives' tale,
old lady?

Uh, you watch where
you're going with that now.

Oh. Oh. Okay.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-Here.
-Yeah.

Seems stronger.

DRAKE: I think it is.

Look at you.

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(INAUDIBLE)

POLICE OFFICER 1:
Let's go, everybody.

Pack your belongings and go.

POLICE OFFICER 2:
Get off this beach.

-POLICE OFFICER 1:
Let's go, everybody.
-POLICE OFFICER 2: Let's go.

What's this now?

POLICE OFFICER 1: Let's go,
everybody. Let's go.

Beach is closed.
Everybody off.

Well, they can't
do that, can they?

DRAKE: What's going on, officer?

Closing the beach.

How come?

POLICE OFFICER 1: Overcrowding.
City ordinance.

Get your belongings and go
or I'll toss it in the ocean.

-He's a policeman.
-POLICE OFFICER 1: What's that?

My husband's a policeman.

And where would you
be a policeman?

Central Avenue. Newton Division.

-And where is that?
-Los Angeles.

Well, this isn't Central.

This is Santa Monica.
This beach is closed.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Fuck.

Fuck.

Let's you and me have a talk.

-Your partner, Mason.
-PETE: Associate.

ENNIS: He hands back the letters
that make our case.

Now he's out and about again,
making things hard for us.

Ain't we all want
the same thing here?

Make things right
for the baby boy?

The kid's dead. Little late
to make things right.

Hey, I'm busting my ass
here on this case.

When you're not
shaking down whorehouses.

ENNIS: You think I have
a choice in this?

Maybe you don't understand
how it goes when I say,

"I don't wanna do that
to the senior detective."

PETE: No. I do.

-No. You really don't.
-No, I do.

I used to be in vice,
out in San Berdoo.

-ENNIS: Yeah?
-Yeah.

Oh, well then,
between you and me, I'm--

I'm trying to get out
from under him, yeah?

And this case could do it.

I bring it in right,
I can call my shot.

So if there's a corner cut
or the wrong guy gets arrested,

it's not 'cause there's some
fourth man out there.

It's Holcomb.
He's leading it, not me.

So you think Holcomb's
putting his thumb on this?

ENNIS:
Talk to your associate, okay?

I know he's doing a job too,
but...

he's way wide on all of this.

She's on me.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Lucy's really squirming tonight.

I don't think she liked
that cold bath much.

Edwina told me about
what James was saying,

about the trucks.

What you think?

We just gonna pretend
nothing happened, is that it?

I don't wanna make you
angrier than you already are.

No point in fighting.
"Render unto Caesar."

Okay. Okay,
I deserve that.

I ain't a fucking truck driver,
Clara.

-I know, baby.
-I'm a fucking cop...

on a colored beach.

I ain't shit, baby.

CLARA DRAKE: I was wrong
what I've been saying.

You do what you need to do,
however you need to do it,

and I'll be right there
next to you,

wherever, whatever.

PETE: I'm jawing with the guy.

Not more than five minutes,
he's throwing shade on Holcomb.

Nothing specific.
Just hinting at it, you know?

But get this, Ennis cut the line
to be first at Angel's Flight.

That's one.

Then he's mighty quick to show
when the Polacks get whacked.

That's two.

Three, he's at Gannon's
almost before the call went out.

Gannon's is LA County.

Exactly.
Ain't his division.

Ain't nowhere near his division.

You think he's sitting nearby
to control the crime scenes?

Unless there's a bunch of
Elks Lodges we don't know about.

But three times?
That's quite the co-winky-dink.

Worth staying on him?

Try stopping me.

Yeah. Pete, look, I...

I got no way to pay you.

Fucker rolls on his partner,
tries to buy me off with pussy?

I'll pay you.

Pete Strickland
burned on a tail job?

I never thought
I'd see the day.

Fuck you.

♪ (CHOIR SINGING) ♪

There. Right there.

Yes, you.
Yes, you, brother.

Bring him to me.
Brothers, bring him up.

-WOMAN: Raise him up.
-SISTER ALICE: Yes.

Come forward, brother.

ELDER BROWN: Sixty-seven days
till Easter Sunday,

gentlemen of the press.

Sixty-seven days

till Alice McKeegan's
grievous revelation.

And may this placard remind
the deceived going in

and coming out,
what their satin-robed leader

promised twice now.

Twice. Twice.

What's with all
the baby dolls, deacon?

It's a campaign
to denounce and dethrone,

and you can let
your readerships know that we,

of the Reformed Radiant
Assembly of God,

will not set foot
in our glorious temple again

until the heretic McKeegan
and her enablers

surrender the pulpit
and restore the Church

to its noble white
Christian origins.

(CROWD CHEERING)

And there came a sound
from heaven,

a sound that The Good Book says
came like a mighty wind.

And it was this wind
that filled the house

where they were sitting.

There you are, brother.
Yes. Yes, come.

You don't need that chair.

And there appeared before them
cloven tongues made of fire.

And what happened next?
Who can tell me?

WOMAN: The Holy Spirit.

Yes. Yes, brothers and sisters.

Their lungs were flooded
with the Holy Ghost.

And they began to speak
in different tongues,

as the Spirit
gave them utterance.

That chair's an excuse.

And it was quite a party

because there were all sorts
of people there.

Jews, Romans,

Arabians,
Elamites, Mesopotamians.

But... (SHUSHING)

But everyone could understand
everyone else because now,

now they were speaking
in divine tongues,

the works of God.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Get up. He's got your legs.
Where's your faith?

-What's your name, Brother?
-It's Robert.

SISTER ALICE: Get up, Robert.

You don't need that chair
if you have faith, Robert.

You don't need that chair
if you feel the fire of Christ

inside you, Robert.

-Can you feel it?
-I feel it.

SISTER ALICE: You do feel it?
Yes. He feels it.

The age of miracles
is here again.

What was truth in the Bible
is truth again.

(SPEAKING IN TONGUES)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(SPEAKING IN TONGUES)

(SCREAMS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

♪ (CHOIR SINGING) ♪

Do you believe in miracles?

MAN: We believe!

SISTER ALICE: I can't hear you!

Yes, yes, yes.
Yes, I believe.

SISTER ALICE:
Do you believe?

Do you believe?

Yes! Yes, Robert.

Look how strong you are, Robert.
Look at you. Beautiful, Robert.

Yes. Yes.

You can do it, oh,
because you are filled

with the Lord's love.
Yes. Feel it.

♪ (CHOIR SINGING) ♪

Well, it's certainly not
without compensation.

You're gonna have every
newspaper in the country

printing your firm's name.

You can't pay
for the kind of advertising

the Dodson case will...

-DILLON: Miss Street!
-I'm on the phone!

Well, no one
would expect you to.

-DILLON: I need you in here!
-Just a second!

Can you--
Can you think of anyone else

who might consider-- Hello?

DILLON: Miss Street!

Did you need something,
Mr. Dillon?

Miss Street, these case files,

is-- is this-- is this
everything you had?

As far as I know, Mr. Dillon.

DILLON: Because there isn't
a whole lot here,

aside from some photographs
and a stack

of illegible notes
from Mr. Mason.

DELLA: Well, I think you'll find
some motions in there as well.

Yeah. You mentioned yesterday,
you said something

about new evidence?

Oh. Yes.

Right. So where is it?

Gee, Mr. Dillon,
if it's not there...

It's not.

Well, I suppose I could dash
by Mr. Jonathan's tonight

and see
if he took anything home.

DILLON: That'd be wonderful.
Thank you.

Miss Street, is there a trick
to using these phones?

DELLA: It's a phone, Mr. Dillon.

You pick it up
and tell the operator

what number you'd like to call.

Right. Bit more complicated
than what we have

at the public defenders--
Hello, operator?

Yes.
Uh, DA's office, please.

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

MAYNARD BARNES (ON PHONE):
Nothing in the files?

DILLON (ON PHONE):
Well, I'm still looking

through the notes
from the detective.

A real unsavory character
with some shoddy penmanship.

BARNES: Bring me
whatever notes he left tomorrow.

DILLON:
Say your office, noon?

BARNES:
Not my fucking office.

The place we met the other time.

DILLON:
Of course. Sorry.

Stashing evidence,
hidden secrets.

This is like when I covered
Myrna in The Black Watch.

"It is sweeter to be
a woman to one man

than goddess to thousands."

I could help, you know?

You're a klutz.

And Myrna
would never forgive me.

Three more trips.

HAZEL PRYSTOCK: Should I
be worried about you?

I mean,
just how illegal is this?

Well, the way I see it,

there's what's legal
and there's what's right.

EMILY: The officers said
that I'm supposed to be indoors

by nighttime.

I don't see any officers
around, do you?

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(SOBBING)

Sister Alice?

Will you have to dig up
Charlie when you do it?

DIANNE (ON PHONE):
Message exchange.

-MASON: It's Mason.
-DIANNE: He lives.

-MASON: What do you got for me?
-DIANNE: A lot.

Just give me today's.

DIANNE: Mr. Strickland.
Miss Street. Miss Street again.

Miss Street a third time.

She leave a message?

DIANNE: She says
the court has appointed--

(LAUGHS)

DILLON: What's funny?

Oh, you are.
Endlessly, Frank.

May I ask what you're doing?

Well, you are really making
yourself comfortable here,

aren't you?

It's paid through the end
of the month, so...

A good man sat behind this desk.
A good man.

You are not him.

Glass houses, Mr. Mason.

And I'm the lawyer
in charge here.

These reports on the Dodson case
are all incomplete,

and I need you
to decipher your notes.

MASON: I know.
My penmanship's a fright.

Oh! Tolstoy.
"If you want to be happy, be."

What do you want
with my notes, Frank?

-Is that alcohol?
-MASON: Mm-hmm.

That's illegal.

MASON: Only the production,
transport, and sale.

The part where I pour it down
my throat is not only comforting

given your presence here,
but a-okay with Johnny Law.

As an officer of the court,
I must insist.

Mm-hmm. Hmm.

Damn it.

You ever read a book, Frank?

I tell my son
it's important to learn.

Goddammit, Mason.

To go to school.

To get on in life
with understanding, compassion.

What chance does he have, Frank?
What chance does any of us have?

Someone call the police!

What if I just popped
your head, Frank,

like a shiny pussball
full of rot?

Just squeeze and squeeze,
until... (POPS)

I have friends downtown, Mason!
Downtown!

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

MASON: Fair to assume
that Barnes knows everything

-we do at this point?
-Not everything.

I gave Frank your notes,
which are illegible

and a bunch of stuff
we already filed.

Stashed the rest of it here.

MASON: Brilliant,
but what does it matter?

The court will make sure
that Frank gets everything

at some point, then the DA
gets it the day later.

-What is the DA's case so far?
-Love letters and bias.

MASON: Exactly.

I mean, do they got
bloodied baby clothes? No.

Do they got an operator
listening in

as George and Emily
plot their escape?

No.

MASON: Do they got her
vacationing in Milwaukee

-where the kidnappers come from?
-I'm gonna venture no.

MASON: I'm gonna guarantee a no.

So Barnes is gonna load the jury
with twelve teetotalling,

high-Christian assholes
and hammer away on Emily

for being a cheat and take every
opportunity to show

photographs of Charlie
on the morgue table.

You know why?

'Cause they don't have a shred,
a fucking sliver

of physical evidence.

This standard of behavior
of what? Of--

-Of--
-Personal ethics?

Yes! Because if you walk
out of that door

and think for one second
that you're entering

into a nation of laws,
you are a complete

fucking idiot.

I'm not even talking about
the monster that stitched

those eye sockets open.
He just wanted the cash.

I'm talking about the cops
who are, at best,

covering their asses.

And that--
and that fucking Matthew

who said, "Fuck you, Emily."

I'm just gonna go with a dad
that denied me.

And Barnes here,
you know this is all he's got.

Unless the mayor's
talked to him and said,

"No. No. This is how
we make the sausage.

This is how we keep the order."

-You want coffee?
-I've got coffee.

-DELLA: That's whiskey.
-MASON: Oh, yes, it is.

You know what?
Maybe there is a God.

Maybe there is a God
with a big white stupid beard

that says
"This is how it's gonna be."

But, ladies and gentlemen
of the jury, we have a system

that says you 12 fuckers
can make things right.

Emily Dodson doesn't have to eat
the sins of Los Angeles.

She doesn't have to die
for us sinners.

But they're not gonna do that,
'cause they were raised

in the same city as the rest
of these gutless

fucking attorneys
who won't take this on.

Is that my Underwood?

DELLA: Sorry, June.
Emergency.

There are people upstairs
trying to sleep.

Perry, would you be kind enough
to offer Miss Pitlick a drink?

Oh, well, I...

I'd be honored.

Occasionally, I, uh...

-Purely for medicinal purposes.
-Oh, me too.

-What, uh, what's the emergency?
-Finding our lawyer.

Now, we just got to get him
in front of Emily

before Dillon gets to her.

No fucking way.

George didn't kill himself?

MASON: No.

Does that mean that
George is innocent?

No.

But what it does mean, Emily,
is that you need

new representation,
and you need it now.

And you want her
to engage Mr. Mason?

He's done all the significant
work on this case.

He knows more about it
than anyone in this city.

And he's committed
to making sure the truth

comes out in court
and that your name

and reputation are restored.

-But he's not a lawyer.
-DELLA: Actually...

Mr. Mason has been
under an apprenticeship

with Mr. Jonathan for the
past two-and-a-half years.

There's a bar examination
in two weeks,

which will certify him
with plenty of time

before our trial
is set to begin.

You're being railroaded, Emily,
and it's wrong.

But I can help you.

We can see that you mean
what you say, Mr. Mason,

but it's hard to believe
that you're the right person

for the job.

MASON: Well, I'm the
only person for this job

because we've called everyone.

And you can too.
But no one wants this case.

I'm all you got.

But I will prove
your innocence, Emily.

And I will find
Charlie's killer.

The choice here
is Mrs. Dodson's.

Emily?

I want you to
represent me, Mr. Mason.

You won't regret this.

MASON: What have we done, Della?

We gave our client
a fighting chance.

Client? I have a client?
How the fuck do I have a client?

-What do I know about the law?
-DELLA: More than you think.

-Or nothing.
-Somewhere in the middle.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Wh-- Where are you going?

This is our hour
of great regret.

You have an appointment.

I hear you need
some legal advice.

I don't know you.

That's good,
'cause I'm not here.

Oh, hot tea.
Um... slice of lemon.

The suits in City Hall
are scared of something

about the Dodson case.

You probably know more
about why that is than I do.

Right. So what do you have
that I don't?

A law degree from Yale,

22 years of trial experience,
and an office

one floor below Maynard Barnes.

That it?

(LAUGHS)
Della said you were a hard-ass.

Just a little guarded
about tea drinkers

peddling free legal advice.

The bar exam has not changed
since 1923.

Do you have something
to write on

or do you expect
to remember the whole thing?

Why don't we start
with who you are.

-Hamilton Burger.
-I've heard of that name.

Deputy District Attorney
Hamilton Burger.

Oh, you're gunning
for Barnes' job.

Miss?

You forgot
my slice of lemon.

John operated a successful
fishing shop.

He needed a new bait cooler,
which had to be in place

by May 1
for the opening day of,

you guessed it,

the fishing season.
Write this down.

On, uh, February 1, John entered
into a valid written contract...

LAWYERS: "I do solemnly swear

I will support the Constitution
of the United States

and the Constitution
of the State of California.

I will employ such means only
as are consistent

with truth and honor.

I will maintain the confidence
and preserve inviolate

the secrets of my client.

I will abstain from all
offensive personality

unless required
by the justice of the cause

with which I am charged.

I will never reject the cause of
the defenseless or oppressed."

So help me God.

"So help me God."

MAYNARD BARNES:
A trial is society's way
of finding the truth.

If I make a mistake...
someone dies.

Then don't make a mistake.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

All they've got is innuendo
and circumstance.

There's gotta be
something we missed.

WOMAN: Wait till you see
what I got you.

-I could kiss you, Della Street.
-Please don't.

PERRY MASON: My client's
fighting for her life...

and you're hell-bent
on covering this up!

MAN: Do you swear that
the testimony you shall give,

shall be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

...so help you God?

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪