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Can I get your picture there?
Oh, smile.

Winner, seventeen.

No more bets. No more bets.

Hey, pal. Hey. Hey, hey, pal.

- Fire! Fire in the kitchen!
- Fire! There's a fire!

Morning, Walt.

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

I'm Marion Kang,
your new secretary.

- My what?
- Would you mind signing in?

Bronson Secretarial School taught us
it's of the utmost importance

to keep a record of who...

Yes, I hired a secretary.

Because as I've said forever, we need
someone to answer the phone,

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

And if I'm out there doing Marion's job,
I can't be in here with you doing mine.

That was our deal.
I'm in here with a seat at the table.

You're gonna have to sell the table to pay
for her.

The last of E.B.'s debts were paid off
on the first of this month.

And what's left over from what you
contributed from the sale of the farm,

plus our current clients,
such as they are, we have... Come in.

...just enough to pay the monthly,
plus pay for a secretary.

Thank you.

The house is in Mr. Burkhardt's name,

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

so it will go directly to Mrs. Burkhardt
if he passes away first.

And all proceeds
from the second survivor

will be split equally
among their three children.

- Theobald, Bruna, and Engleberta.
- Beautiful names.

I'm sure none of the would try
to boil a child in a fairy tale.

Bruna will be bequeathed the table clock
and the swan vase.

Engleberta
and her mother's daisy brooch.

Theobald, his
father's beer stein collection.

Theobald, you are one lucky
son of a bitch.

- Hey.
- What?

Can we focus, please?

I am.

You're the one who suddenly wanted to
give up criminal law and only do civil.

This is civil.

You're the one who said civil work kept
firms in business. I'm being practical.

Since when?

- What time is court tomorrow?
- Nine.

Nine A.M. Practical.

A practical person
would own a date book.

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

- These came for you.
- Thank you.

Thank you, Marion.

Doing all right?

Thanks for being a good sport.

Of course.

It was... different.

I'm working on the boat tonight.

Will you be there?

Maybe.

Listen, do me a favor.

Wait ten minutes after I leave.
Then you can go.

Old fashioned and a Reuben Sandwich, George.

Yes, sir.

You were done with it.
You only read the funnies anyway, Cliff.

- Dad.
- Darling.

Darling...

- What'd you boys find?
- It's a seahorse.

- Yeah.
- That is neat.

I ordered the boys creamsicles.
Do you want one?

I just ordered myself something.

- Hello, father.
- Where were you, Brooks?

I've been here.

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

The place never really turned out
how I envisioned when I started it.

Though it is a beautiful view.

Quite remarkable just how far out into
the ocean you can see boats from here.

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

We were just trying to sabotage the Luxe,
not destroy it.

And the fire got a little out of control.

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

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

I'm sorry, Dad. I...

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

No more fixing, Brooks. It's over.
You need to step back.

But I just...

Back from your position in the company.
Back from your gambling interest.

Back from your bullshit
with the baseball team.

The baseball team is coming.

We've got four cities showing real
interest. I'm close on this one, Dad.

I'm really building
something meaningful.

Building takes a firm foundation, Brooks.

Your dabbling in every folly is anything
but that. It's as solid as a sandcastle.

Did I tell you I got at least 20 companies
that want to advertise at the stadium?

- I got Chesterfield, Goodyear--
- Brooks! Stop.

Take my advice and walk away.

Spend time with your boys.
Concentrate on your charity work.

That's a perfectly admirable legacy.

Mr. Mason.

How did you get in here?

- Do you believe that I will...
- What?

Do you be... that I...

Believe what?

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

I continue to ask God for guidance,
but I fear he's turning his back on me.

Dear Mr. Mason, what did we win
in court? What's my freedom worth?

My boy Charlie is still gone.

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

I desperately want to join him.

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

Dear Mr. Dear Mr. Mason...

All rise.

You may be seated.

- Sorry.
- Why are you limping?

I'm not.

Mr. Purtell, exactly how many years
did you work at Sunny Market?

Seven years.
Three of those as a manager.

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

He was a tough boss.

Did your pay increase very much
when you became manager?

Barely.

And yet, you're the one who helped
design the layout of Mr. Gryce's stores.

- Isn't that right?
- That's right.

And since then,

the stores have seen an increase in sales

of a staggering 60%,

even in these times.

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

- Did he compensate you in any way?
- No and no.

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

And he told me if I didn't like it,
I could take it on the arches.

And that's exactly what you did.
And what did you do next?

- I opened up my own store.
- You opened your own store.

Pursued your dream.

Followed the natural
progression of God-given capitalism

and industriousness
that makes this country great!

Is there a question in there, Your Honor,

or does Mr. Kellard intend to give all
his client's testimony himself?

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

Of course, Your Honor.

It's just difficult when I'm so proud to
be representing this fine man.

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

but that also
didn't sound like a question.

And that's nota proper objection,
Mr. Mason.

Mr. Kellard, you may proceed
with your questioning.

Why are you here today, Mr. Purtell?

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

- But you didn't steal anything, did you?
- How could I?

- They were my ideas to begin with!
- Your ideas. Your methods.

Your designs that Sunny Gryce
benefitted greatly from

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

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

Objection!

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

I got this.
Objection, Your Honor.

Mr. Purtell has no idea
what my client wants and does not want.

Sustained.

Mr. Purtell,

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

Yes. I feel he wants to crush me.

No further questions.

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

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

You know what I love, Ed?

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

I've even taken this
to the movie theater.

Where would I find that in your store?
Which aisle?

- Six.
- Six. Interesting.

That's the same as Sunny's. I'm also a
big devotee of Underwood Deviled Ham.

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

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

And what about the Bromo?

For when the Crackles on aisle six and
the ham on aisle 12 come back on me.

- Aisle two.
- Just like Sunny's.

That's three for three.

That's a batting average Lou Gehrig
would be jealous of.

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

to invent devices for his company

and then expects them
to go down the street

and reinvent them for themselves to sell?

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

If you knew anything about markets,

you would know that those were just
logical places

any market would put those items.

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

What's the slogan for Sunny Market?

- All under one roof.
- And for your store?

Everything under our roof.

Thank you for changing
those few letters.

Your Honor.

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

While you were an employee
of Mr. Gryce's store.

You were compensated for
everything you did

with the understanding
that you were doing it for Sunny Market.

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

Sustained.

Mr. Purtell, can you recognize in this
photograph where and what this is?

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

If you look at this enlarged photograph,

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

I didn't steal from him.

Actually, that's not the title.

The title is
Sunny Market Manager's Handbook.

Your honor, I'd like to submit this
into evidence, Exhibit D.

I have that because I wrote it.
I wrote it!

And you were paid for it by a man
who expected you to be loyal enough

not to steal it for your own purposes.

- No further questions, Your Honor.
- No, that's not... those are my ideas.

He stole from me! He stole from me!
Can't you see that?

He's trying to ruin me. This isn't fair!
How did you get into my office anyway?

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

Mr. Purtell, you may step down.

What was the point of me staying up
all night researching

just so you could toss it all away
and do whatever you wanted?

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

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

You sure they weren't just reacting to the
blood on your pants? What did you do?

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

- On the way home?
- Yeah.

You were supposed to sell that thing
five months ago

when that degenerate
used it to pay us.

The guy was in trouble, and he needed
a lawyer. It's all he had.

- He was a thief.
- He was feeding his family.

- By stealing motorcycles. It's stolen.
- It's fun.

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

Shit, we have a meeting
with a potential client.

- I guess you're not coming now.
- It's fine by me. I'm not hungry anyway.

The hardships
you have all suffered are unimaginable.

But your spirit can't be broken,

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

When there is a need, we will fill it,

which is why we're moving forward
with plans

to open five more McCutcheon relief
kitchens like this one.

But this terrible time will soon pass.

Better days lay ahead for you and your
families and for this great city.

And that's why I thought today

would be the perfect time
to make a surprise announcement.

Bake, step up here.

Now, you all know old St. Louis Cardinals
pitcher, Bake Matthews, right?

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

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

You betcha!

Now, I asked Bake to join me
because I am announcing today

that I am bringing this city its very own
Major League Baseball team,

playing at McCutcheon Stadium!

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

But more than that,
it means this city matters.

It means rooting for fellas with this
city's name across their chests.

The city you built.
The city that belongs to you.

And the team that will belong to you!

Lydell, would you care to say anything?

I'm not nearly as eloquent as my son.

Plus, I think the soup is getting cold.

Thank you.

The team's really a sealed deal?

- I told you I'd do it, Dad.
- Yeah, we need to get going, Lydell.

So?

Just letting you know

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

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

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

In case that happens, you say nothing
more than you need to. All right?

Don't try to outsmart 'em.
Make sure you get their names.

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

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

Our place is gonna be packed tonight.

- I hope so.
- Holcomb, this is going to work.

It is working.

What if it doesn't? This isn't
just like taking up tennis for me.

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

Yeah. But don't tell me

you don't enjoy the perks of being
the muscle in an upscale place

instead of just arresting drunks
or busting whore houses.

Not just muscle... partner.

Right. Listen, the next time I ask you
and your boys to sabotage a ship,

it's probably smarter to do it during
the day when there's fewer people.

I'll see you tonight.

My husband first got in the coil spring
game with his brothers back in '16.

But that's when they were just making
tension springs for upholstered furniture.

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

Exciting.

But there's been a falling out
with my husband and his brothers,

and so we're splitting off.

We're going to be making volute springs,
which are for heavy machinery.

With this depression,
people are holding onto their furniture,

so volute springs just make sense.

But it is a very different kind of spring
as I'm sure you can imagine.

It seems like
a very interesting business.

It is.
But it also means different clients

and very different language
in our new contract.

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

Have you ever seen a volute spring?
I brought a sample with me.

They're quite something.

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

Would you excuse for just a moment?

- I have to go powder my nose.
- Of course.

I can't wait to take another look at those
springs when I get back.

They'll be there soon.

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

Excuse me?

I was thinking I could go back out there

and tell that flat tire you've been
avoiding that you got wise and took off.

We need the business.
I have to charm her.

You look like you got a fair bit to spare.

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

and we just clear the whole place out.

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

But we could steal some sweets off
the dessert cart as we make our escape.

That'd also get you arrested.

Sharing the chocolate cake with you
can make it worth it.

I should get back.

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

I do have one more scenario
kicking around.

What's that?

Okay.

You go back inside, and you keep on
walking right out to my big, shiny car.

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

We split a bottle of anything,
doesn't mat...

- She can't hear us. It's but...
- No, it's just...

What?

I'm already involved with someone.

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

You and I will probably both be in
support hose before she has a gray hair.

I tell you what,

if you do ever decide that you're ready
to move on from cradle robbing

and you need another escape plan...

And maybe it's the Cardinals coming.
It sure won't be the Yankees.

Ain't none of us gonna be playing for 'em,
so I ain't going

until the Homestead Grays show up with
cool Papa Bell behind the plate.

You'll be waiting a long damn time

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

Yeah, you got a point.

Hell, the rest of the country don't even
know there's Colored folk out here.

That's why white folks
are still showing up.

Clara...

Paul, you haven't worked in weeks.
That man used to keep you top of mind.

- You should've asked me.
- And you should've invited him yourself.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

My dad used to bring us down here when
we were kids so he could catch catfish.

- Over in Watts?
- Yeah.

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

- This your place?
- No, no, no. That's my brother-in-law's.

It's temporary.

And it's good for Lucius, having all this
family around, these helping hands.

Sure.

Thank you.

The pictures you took at Purtell's Market
last month really worked out.

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

Lot less call
for my skill with civil cases.

- Come on, what are you doing?
- I thought a little extra might help.

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

Uncle Paul, come on.

- Happy birthday.
- Make a wish now.

Happy birthday, Paul.

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

Okay, plates. Can you pass down
those forks too? Thank you.

- Grab those.
- Who wants some cornbread?

Cause the cake's all mine,
so somebody better eat this cornbread.

You always save money at Sunny's!

You always save money at Sunny's!

Hello, Los Angeles. I'm Sunny Gryce.

Yes, you will save money
at Sunny Market.

During these tough times,

we keep our prices low to keep
your pantry piled high.

Everything you need is right here.
Just listen to what we have.

Fresh produce, canned goods,
ten choice cuts of meat,

delicious frozen confections
all under one roof.

Come down to our honey of a store
for yourself.

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

You always save money at Sunny's!

You always save money at Sunny's!
It's all under one roof!

And that's the truth.

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

He'll change his store's layout, give you
approval over it, and drop his slogan.

We also negotiated a settlement of 5 000
dollars for damages and infringement.

Five grand?

Mr. Purtell doesn't even have
that right now. We did a full audit,

but we worked out a payment schedule
to get your money in full.

You know who settles?
People who know they're gonna lose.

People who have lost their nerve. At a
moment like that, you can break a man.

I think I just heard Ed
Purtell crack wide open.

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

The man did work for you
for many years.

Were you in the war, Mason?

Yes, France.

So, then you and I both know firsthand,

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

It's a supermarket, not The Battle
of The Marne. This is a good deal.

Not to me it's not. I'm fighting for my
life, and I need fighters by my side.

I thought you were that man, but maybe
I was wrong because fighters kill.

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

Do I have to find another fighter?

- No, no, l can finish the job.
- Good.

Ladies, back to work.

Daddy.

Don't be bothering your father.
Don't be touching him neither.

- Boots off, Morris.
- I got you, woman. I got you.

- Hey, Mo. How'd it go today?
- They nearly killed us out there.

- Them Serbs out there again.
- You know it. Kicking all our tails.

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

Mo, language.

I got it.

It might be Mrs. Steinberg.

Said she'd be by with new patterns
for me and Clara to sew.

Can I help you?

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

- Come on. Come on.
- You wanna invite your friend in, Paul?

I got this, Pearl.

I didn't mean to bust up supper time.

What are you doing here?

Mason said you might be looking
for some work. Melvin Perkins.

You know who that is?
Nigger King of Central Avenue?

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

And a few other interests a little less
above board. But you knew that. We're

We're hearing down at the D.A.'s office

rumblings of someone wanting
to take him out.

- Who?
- Don't know.

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

But Burger don't want it happening.

He wants to suss out who's looking
to do it, so he wants eyes on Perkins.

Why me?

Perkins operates out of The Birch.

And it's a Colored hotel.

We need to know his comings and
goings. Friends, enemies.

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

Sorts of dealings might be getting
him in a jackpot with the wrong types.

You report back to us what you see,
help us keep him standing.

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

- That sound good to you?
- Sounds good.

Evening.

The jury in the matter of
Gryce versus Purtell

find in favor of the plaintiff,
Sunny Gryce.

It is the judgement of this court

to award Mr. Gryce the full amount
of 50 000 dollars.

- May I speak, Your Honor?
- Counsel.

Mr. Purtell doesn't have
the financial means

to pay anything even close
to that amount.

His net assets are less
than 5 000 dollars.

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

You're absolutely sure?

Your Honor, my client isn't unsympathetic
to Mr. Purtell's plight.

He certainly doesn't want to see the
defendant ruined by this enormous debt.

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

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

Mr. Kellard?

Thanks.

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

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

He'd think you were
a crackerjack lawyer.

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

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

But the jury decided that case,
not us.

What's gonna happen
to that poor bastard?

Who's to blame for what happens after?

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

hiding away in this
back corner.

Garbo was having more fun.

Heard you won. Congratulations.

Yeah. We ran a man out of business.
Hip hip hooray.

You know what your problem is, Mason?

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

This isn't going to help.

It's that despite all of your brooding
cynicism, you still believe in justice.

And you don't?
You're the D.A. for Christ's sake.

You work in a building
called The Hall of Justice.

A huge, impressive building built to look
like it's been there five hundred years.

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

There is no true justice.
There's only the illusion of justice.

The illusion of justice?

The fantasy that keeps people believing
that truth always prevails.

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

Why are you the District Attorney?

Or are you just the illusion of the
District Attorney?

Cause I'm the hero of that story.

And as long
as people still believe in justice

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

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

Who the fuck wants to be
any part of that?

Does everyone feel Mason hates them,
or just his friends?

Depends on the day.

- What are you drinking?
- Bourbon neat.

Sir, the same.

- Your favorite bartender is here.
- Is he?

Maybe I should change it
to a dirty martini.

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

- Happier with the current company.
- And you and Hazel?

- Everything all right with you two?
- Fine. Uncomplicated and fine.

But maybe with school and work,

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

Sounds like the makings of an
exceptionally dull life, Miss Street.

Well done.

It hasn't all been boring. There's been
a nice surprise here and there.

Clara...
It's okay to smile.

Move a little to your right. That's good.
Right there, right there, right there.

Baby, Lucius is getting fussy.
I'm worried he's gonna explode.

He's coming. Move left a little,
just a little. Perfect.

- What's he doing?
- It's okay, Clara. It's okay.

Okay, let's just move.

Hang in there. Yeah.

Paul...

Okay, okay, okay. You can go.

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

Shoot him, Charles!
Shoot him!

Where is he?
Shoot him, Charles.

Oh, no. Oh, no.
Marshall Phillip just shot your horse.

Can we do it again,
but this time I get to shoot you?

- Tomorrow. I have to go out.
- Okay.

- Are you meeting Bake Matthews?
- Yep.

Finalizing the particulars of getting
the ball club moving here.

- Can you get him to sign my card?
- You shred it, wheat.

- We should kiss the coin for luck.
- Good idea. Always does the trick.

Okay, up to bed, boys.

- Night, Dad.
- Night.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

The broads in Cleveland, surprisingly
attractive. Always a popular stop.

Pittsburgh, you know, the odds were
good, but the goods were odd.

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

We went to every one of them, Brooks.
Every city.

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

You showed them
the pictures of the stadium?

- And the model? And the numbers?
- Population numbers, financial numbers.

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

Three whiskies, please.

As your attorney, as your friend,
I'm telling you, this idea is...

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

They don't care.

The owners, sure. But the commissioner,
he must see the benefits.

Not a one. Said no Major League team
would ever play west of the Mississippi.

- To them, L.A. might as well be Mars.
- Fucking dinosaurs.

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

We're getting a team, okay?
It's the future.

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

No one thinks
we're a baseball town.

I built a giant stadium to prove that
we are. New York gets three teams.

Chicago, two. We just need one.
One fucking team.

- But people know back East.
- Back East is dogshit, Bake.

This is the perfect city for baseball.

The whole country's running to get here,
and they still think we're some backwater!

We're where everyone wants to be!

You think anyone dreams of moving
to fucking Cincinnati?

- I just need to brush my teeth.
- Come on in.

Poor thing.

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

Clara, you were right to invite Mason.

I probably wouldn't have gotten
this gig if you didn't.

- I'm gonna make this right.
- I know.

- How'd they come out?
- Good, good. See.

Best one.

She is gorgeous.

You like it?

Anita St. Pierre's residence.
This is very much Anita St. Pierre.

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

and if you haven't stated your business
or made an impressively lewd comment,

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

This is Della... Street.

Who is Della Street?

We met in a powder room.

You gave me your card.

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

Unless...

Unless you were that graceful honey,

about five foot seven with steel blue eyes
as deep as the Arabian sea.

Then perhaps I do faintly recall you, yes.

Well, that's a relief because besides
the excellent typeset of your card,

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

It would've been nice, team ambassador.
I could've used the bump.

- You'll get it. We're not out of this.
- Brooks...

We can have the Governor
invite them out. Do a whole tour.

Make it first class,
have the owners see it all for themselves.

- Sure.
- Yeah, might turn the trick.

We'll talk about it.

Shit. Bake. Bake!

Whatever you want,
you're not paying for it.

Well, it's not legal, so it doesn't exist
anyway. So, what's to pay for?

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

- Give him the good stuff.
- Thank you.

I hate what you've done with the place.

If you care so much about your house,
you wouldn't have left it a shithole.

- I make something out of it.
- Yeah, probably what I hate most.

I'm not sure how I feel about a photo of
my grandmother sitting over the bar.

She's our patron saint.
She looks after the place.

Come on.
You never really like it here.

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

so what brings you back?

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

Tonight this felt like the least of them.

Always a black cloud.

Remember about that place I told you
once, in the tip of Baja, Mexico?

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

I can fly people in two stops.
I bought a big piece of land cheap.

Whose farm did you steal to get that?

I start with a runway and a hotel,
and I build up from there.

It's a good place to get lost. You can be
anyone you want. Or you can be nobody.

I fly back down there in three days.

To being nobody.

- Salud.
- Salud.

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