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E.b.! E.B.!

E.b., e.B., e.B., e.B.

No.

Boyle, 23405.

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.

Next stops be atascadero, salinas, watsonville junction,

south San Francisco, San Francisco.

Not much longer now.

Mother?

- Can I have $25,000? - Twenty-five thousand dollars?

For Emily dodson. That is the amount of her bail, isn't it?

Are you suggesting 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.

Look at these. This... outpouring of love and charity.

Chesterfield, Missouri, $2.

Bangor, Maine. Five dollars and...

43... 46 cents.

Tucson, Arizona.

"May god pour honey over your body and stake you to an anthill,"

"you blaspheming whore. You couldn't die soon enough."

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

Enough to cover our overhead and to keep the kitchen stocked.

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.

It's hard to capture the true spirit of that 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!"

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.

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.

- Hey, flint. - Yeah?

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

Fuckin' 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.

And that prick ennis paid the division chief to jump in front of me.

My fucking case. Biggest case in town.

Hey, sarge? I found the kitty-cat. It's dead too.

I hope it choked on her earring.

- Miss street. - Yes. Hello, Mr. Jonathan.

Let me express our deepest sympathies to you and your family in this time...

Thank you. You must be Mr. Mason.

It's Byron, isn't it?

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

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

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'm sorry, I have to ask. I mean, where is everybody?

- Your wife. The grandkids. - At home. At school.

You telling me he actually mentioned my kids?

- He had pictures of them. - But did he ever talk about them?

Or about me? About my sister?

He ever mention my mother, who's inside there with him?

Well, it doesn't mean you weren't in his thoughts.

Or that he didn't care.

- He was a very private man. - Yes.

Well, we didn't talk about him either. And to be honest, I don't care.

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?

No, thank you.

That was warm.

It wasn't right, della.

It wasn't right.

He knew you'd be there in the morning. He knew 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. - 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.

It's the little things.

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...

Vain? Short-tempered? Self-absorbed?

He was living a lie.

Do you think that's why he did it?

- Does it not even matter anymore? - 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.

Can you ring room 18? Perry Mason.

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

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hi, Cheryl.

It's good to see you.

- Linda here? - Linda!

- Yeah? - Door.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was working on a case in the area, so I thought...

You look terrible. Are you drunk?

- Probably. - Jesus, Perry.

- You can't just show up here drunk. - E.B. Is dead, lin.

He died. He's dead.

I'm sorry.

I know when your dad passed, e.B. Was...

I'm not looking for a hug or anything.

I just wanna spend some time with my son.

- He's out back playing. - Thank you.

Wait.

Think you wanna come inside and clean up a bit?

I'm fine.

Daddy! Daddy!

- Why in god's name is she in chains? - Standard procedure, ma'am.

Standard should include a certain level of decency.

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

Do you want something to eat, Emily? Maybe a hot bath?

That's Alice mckeegan. You are birdy mckeegan.

Yes and yes.

You agree to serve as Emily dodson's custodians after posting bail.

Yes.

Mrs. Dodson is to remain confined on these premises from dusk to dawn,

unless otherwise directed by the court.

Yes.

These premises are subject to search at any time.

Yes.

Mrs. Dodson's not allowed to leave the state of California.

Yes.

- 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.

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... - 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.

- 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 Teddy needs help with his homework?

He doing well in school?

You're not staying for dinner.

I don't know what this is, this thing you're working on.

You just drop by out of the blue sky.

You were supposed to send the checks. You don't.

Birthdays, Christmas, you screw that up.

And now you just show up here and...

Do you know what that does to Teddy?

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.

- I'm home. - Hi, hon. Dinner's almost there.

Do you remember when I proposed to you?

Yeah. I said no.

Yeah. The first time you said no.

Why did you ever say yes to me?

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

Come on, buddy.

I heard a rumour and it turns out to be true. Perry Mason's in town.

How are you, ed?

I don't wanna jinx anything. But I gotta tell you,

I think 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. - All right.

- Why don't you go wash up, buddy? - 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 gotta go back to work.

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

Still, it's your loss.

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

I've got a big spread here tonight, ed. I hope you're hungry.

Thanks. As always. I'll be waiting on it.

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.

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?

Educate ourselves.

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

the white man will smile upon us and say, "now, I respect you!"

When comes that day, friends? Tomorrow? Next year? Next century?

Now, 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.

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..."

What's that got to do with it?

There's no point in fighting to change what's not gonna change.

That's what he's saying. It can't change if we don't fight.

Easy to get folks all riled up.

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

What do you think of it all, officer Drake?

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

You got him well trained.

- Miss street? - Mother mckeegan.

I'm sorry for just dropping by like this.

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.

The reason I'm here, first, to thank you for organizing Emily's bail.

Oh, well, sister deserves credit for that.

It'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.

Prosecution is also gonna be calling your husband, who...

Herman baggerly is your... father-in-law?

Yes. Sort of.

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

Miss street, perhaps you could tell me

about the approach Mr. Jonathan was taking.

Did he have some big secret strategy?

In our last meeting, he mentioned maybe a deal.

But we'd moved away from that. We have promising evidence coming in.

Evidence? Well, these matters warrant more consideration.

- I'm gonna need to see the case files. - Yes, of course.

- They're at the office. - 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 no way around that.

But... damn it.

Last of a dying breed.

Had my share lately.

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

Let the muckey-mucks say nice things about him for a law review write-up.

- E.b. Would've liked that. - Darn right he would've.

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

Lyle, the court appointed frank c. Dillon in his place.

Well, 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 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, 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 she needs help, Lyle. - Yeah, it's not gonna happen, della.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I'm here to get e.B.'S will probated, not to...

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

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.

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 that beat for, huh?

I mean, how you gonna feel ten years on,

clearing alkies off the stoop and writing tickets?

I got a plan. Smart man... bite.

Get up off of your ass and give me a towel!

- All right. I'm sorry. - Get in here, get in here.

- Here I come. - Come on in here now.

You okay? Yeah?

I know my wife can move faster than that.

It's freezing.

Fool enough going in that January water.

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

It's supposed to make the baby strong.

Is that an old wives' tale, old lady?

You watch where you're going with that now.

- Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Here. Seems stronger.

I think it is.

Look at you.

Get off the beach. Let's go.

- What's this now? - Let's go, everybody. Let's go.

- Beach is closed. Everybody off. - Well, they can't do that, can they?

- What's going on, officer? - Closing the beach.

- How come? - Overcrowding. City ordinance.

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

- He's a policeman. - What's that?

My husband's a policeman.

- And where would you be a policeman? - Central Avenue. Newton division.

- And where's that? - Los Angeles.

This isn't central, this is Santa Monica.

This beach is closed.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Let's you and me have a talk.

- Your partner, Mason. - Associate.

He hands back the letters to make our case,

and 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.

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.

Hey, 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.

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

No, I do. I used to be in vice, out in San berdoo.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Oh, well, then between you and me,

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?

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.

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 do you think?

We just gonna pretend nothing happened, is that it?

I don't wanna make you angrier that 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.

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.

I'm jawing with the guy.

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

Nothing specific. Just hinting at it.

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 L.A. 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 are a bunch of elks lodges we don't know about.

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

- Worth staying on him. - Try stopping me.

Yeah. Pete, look, 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.

There. Right there.

Yes, you. Yes, you, brother.

Bring him to me. Brothers, bring him up.

Yes.

Come forward, brother.

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 is 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!

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?

- 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 is an excuse.

And it was quite a party, because there were all sorts of people there.

Jews, romans, arabians, elamites, mesopotamians.

But...

But everyone could understand everyone else

because now, now they were speaking in divine tongues,

the works of god!

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

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

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. - You do feel it?

Yes, he feels it!

The age of miracles is here again!

What was truth in the Bible is truth again!

Do you believe in miracles?

We believe!

Yes, yes, yes, yes! I believe!

I believe!

Yes, feel it!

Feel the love!

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...

- Miss street? - I'm on the phone!

- Well, no one would expect you to. - I need you in here!

Just a second!

Can you think of anyone else who might consider... hello?

Miss street!

Did you need something, Mr. Dillon?

Miss street, these case files, is this everything you had?

- As far as I know, Mr. Dillon. - Because there isn't a whole lot here.

Aside from some photographs and a stack of illegible notes from Mr. Mason.

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.

That'd be wonderful, thank you.

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

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. Da's office, please.

Nothing in the files?

Well, I'm still going through the notes from the detective.

A real unsavory character with some shoddy penmanship.

Bring me whatever notes he left tomorrow.

- Say your office, noon? - Not my fucking office.

- The place we met the other time. - 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.

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.

The officers said that I'm supposed to be indoors by nighttime.

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

Sister Alice?

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

- Message exchange. - It's Mason.

- He lives. - What you got for me?

- A lot. - Just give me today's.

Mr. Strickland. Miss street. Miss street again. Miss street a third time.

- She leave a message? - She says the court has appointed...

- 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.

I know. My penmanship's a fright.

Ooh, Tolstoy. If you wanna be happy, be.

What do you want with my notes, frank?

Is that alcohol? That's illegal.

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.

- Damn it, Mason! - You ever read a book, frank?

I tell my son it's important to learn.

- Goddamn it, 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?

Somebody call the police!

What if I just popped your head? Like a shiny pussball full of rot?

Just squeeze and squeeze until...

I have friends downtown, Mason. Downtown!

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.

Brilliant, but what does it matter?

The court will make sure that frank gets everything at some point.

And then the da gets it the day later.

What is the da's case so far?

- Love letters and bias. - 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.

Do they got her vacationing in Milwaukee?

- I'm gonna venture no. - I'm gonna guarantee a no.

So Barnes is gonna load the jury with 12 teetotaling, high-Christian assholes,

and hammer away at 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 fucking Matthew, who said, "fuck you, Emily,"

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

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

Unless the mayor talked to him and said, "no. This is how we keep the order."

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

- That's whiskey. - Oh yes, it is.

You know what? 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 the gutless fucking attorneys who won't take this on!

- Is that my Underwood? - 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...

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

- What's the emergency? - Finding our lawyer.

Now we just gotta get him in front of Emily before Dillon gets to her.

No fucking way.

George didn't kill himself?

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.

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.

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've 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.

- What have we done, della? - Gave our client a fighting chance.

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

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

- Or nothing. - Somewhere in the middle.

Where 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?

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.

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's 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 opening day of, you guessed it, the fishing season.

Write this down.

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

"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.