All language subtitles for Perry.Mason.2020.S02E02.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

Good morning.

After an extensive
manhunt, two men,

Rafael and Mateo Gallardo,
ages 18 and 20, respectively,

were arrested for the
murder of Brooks McCutcheon.

The suspects were found

living in a vagrant
camp in the Vernon area

of Los Angeles.

The Gallardos
are of Mexican extraction,

unemployed, and were
apprehended together.

- Maria!
- While the death of any citizen is shocking,

the loss of a leading light of
this city is truly a tragedy.

I want the words to ring out

to all who can hear me now...

that justice will be done.

The police have performed
their job with honor.

And my office will try this case

with the utmost integrity

to ensure the people
of Los Angeles

receive the verdict
they deserve.

To that end,

I am assigning my top
deputy to the case,

Mr. Thomas Milligan.

Thank you, District
Attorney Burger.

Gentlemen,

savages such as these men

have no place in our
civilized society,

and the evidence already
gathered against these two

is overwhelming.

Now, I've been tasked
with sending a message

to all who wish to do us
harm, and that message is,

"We will not allow
you to terrorize good,

law-loving people."

The ultimate punishment of
death is the only sentence

that I will accept,
and I will not rest

until that justice is done.

Mr. Milligan.
Quick question, quick question.

Just a
little more, please.

You can actually smell
when ants get at these.

They leave behind an odor.
Gotta be able to recognize that.

Look, my best produce supplier
just left me high and dry,

so I'm testing
out some new ones,

which means I'm gonna need
you to draw up some contracts

once I decide who passes muster.

Sure. Well, we'd
love to take a look

at the old contracts

so we can have an understanding
of your requirements.

Oh, we didn't have
anything formal.

Oh, of
course. Well, if you need us

to vet any new suppliers...

What, so I can
find out they're all crooked?

Thanks. I already know.

No, your job is to make sure
they don't screw me on your end.

All right? You
catch all the crap

they try in the
contracts, and then you do

the same thing back to
them but ten times harder.

After what you pulled
off with Purtell,

we're going straight
for the jugular.

We'll get right on it.
Won't we, Mr. Mason?

Uh, yeah, of
course. Right on it.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.

Marion got the picture fixed.

Good.

You didn't like it being
up anyway, did you?

Not really.

You didn't say
much in the meeting.

You were... you
were handling it.

Sounds like that contract work
will keep you busy for a while.

- That's good.
- You mean keep "us" busy.

Not... not just me.

Yeah.

Mr. Mason, Miss
Street, this is...

My name is Luisa
Gallardo. We, uh,

we came to see you
because my nephews,

Rafael and Mateo, were arrested.

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

They didn't do anything wrong.

This is Sofía. Mateo's wife.

- How do you do?
- Mucho gusto.

- Please...
- Yeah.

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

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

Who's their lawyer? They
should've been assigned

- a public defender.
- Yes.

His name is Frank
Dillon. We... we called

and... and even
went to his office,

but he said he was
too busy to see us.

Public defenders
have a lot of cases

- at any given time.
- They aren't killers!

Rafael is an artist.

And Mateo, he wants
to be a mechanic.

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

Emily Dodson. You save her.

Uh... No. No, I didn't.

That was very different
circumstances.

But... but you believed
she was innocent

when no one else did.

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

but we... we can't just
step onto this case.

This firm now specializes
in civil law, not criminal.

We would be happy
to put in a call

to Mr. Dillon for you.

Why don't you call here
at the end of the day?

And we'll let you know
what we found out.

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

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

Vamos.

Vente, Maria.

- Well, that was...
- Yeah.

Sit.

The Birch is where Perkins
does most of his business.

The days I sat on it,

there was a whole host
of comings and goings.

I catalogued each person

that Perkins came
in contact with.

And one thing's for certain,

ain't no one
watching him but me.

And ain't no real threats to him

that I could see
wanting him gone.

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

Perkins got his hands
in everybody's pie.

- Shakedowns?
- No.

No, just some loan sharking.

Come on. There's a Perkins
in every neighborhood.

Truth is, Perkins sees
better than most of them.

He puts a lot of
that money back in,

and he's helping folks out.

Either way, I couldn't suss out
nobody looking to take him out.

Tell you what,

take this to room
206 down at Justice.

Give me your hours.
I'll get you paid.

Good work.

I heard the press
conference this morning.

- How'd I sound?
- Exactly like a D.A.

Not sure if that's a
compliment or a jab.

- I'll let you chew on it.
- Huh.

Did Dillon come to
you about a plea yet?

For the Gallardo brothers?

No. We wouldn't
offer it if he did.

Thank you.

What do
you think of this place?

It's magnificent.

Supposedly, Camilla Nygaard
burned through 20 architects

to build this thing. Didn't
even name it after herself.

I think she might be
insane for that alone.

Why aren't
you open to a plea?

These are practically
kids we're talking about.

Over
here, Mr. Burger.

- Thank you, sir.
- Kids who killed Brooks McCutcheon

for a few bucks and a gold coin.

Thank you.

- So...
- Yes.

Give them 25 years to life,

they confess in court,
saves you a trial,

saves them from the noose.

With a chance at parole? No,
no, no. I don't think so.

I... I... I've been in
this office a month.

I'm gonna throw something
this big back into the pond?

Anyway, I mean,

since when did you
become their lawyer?

Sorry, I was just curious.

So, with whom were you
supposed to be here

- this evening?
- Hamilton.

One of the Chandler
girls.

But she decided to come
down with German measles.

Or maybe she's as uninterested
in a piano concert as you are.

She is uninterested in
anything but herself.

Thank you.

How about this? The
brothers get life.

No parole. No death
penalty, but incarceration

somewhere close enough
their family can visit.

We all sadly realize

that we are a guest
short this evening

with the tragedy and loss
of Brooks McCutcheon.

But those of us who
knew Brooks also know

that he would want
this night to go on.

And so, we dedicate
this evening to him.

Now, as many of you know,
I came here from Minnesota

35 years ago,

a penniless girl,
to ply my trade

as a piano teacher.

I soon found some
eager students,

and one stood out
far above the rest,

and I still ask
her to play for us

on these intimate occasions
when we gather to raise money

for the Los Angeles
Philharmonic.

Playing Schubert's Sonata
no. 21 in B-flat Major

is Constance Barbour.

So you can squeeze it
when I fall asleep.

I tell you I took
Ruthie and the kids

to the pier last week?

Watched that horse
that dives into a pool of water

- from like 40 feet up.
- I'm sure you're gonna.

I'm figuring it's got
to be a retarded horse.

How the hell else do
you get it up there?

- Normal horse ain't goin'.
- Maybe they get it drunk.

Whatever it is,
they must have a stable

full of 'em ready to go

because no way that thing
doesn't break its neck,

they drag it out and
bring in another.

But then get this,
the whinnying fucker

leaps into the tiny pool.

Dives better than Johnny
fuckin' Weissmuller.

Knocked me on my can.

Ruthie, she loses her wits.

She's boohooing for the
horse, this and that.

Me, I stayed and watched it

four more times.

No one can ever say you're
not a man of the world.

I know what I like,
and I like what I know.

You, uh, you get that
Dodson thing I left for you?

- Mm-hmm.
- What?

Did you expect to find
something good in there?

Anyone else know?

Nah. Her name don't mean
nothin' where she did it.

And the holy roller,
she just got him

a new Emily Dodson to
go along with a new baby

and just kept right on rollin'.

The Gallardo brothers'
aunt came to see me today.

- Asked me to take the case.
- Ooh, you do get the doozies.

Brother, what comes
knocking at your door.

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

Oh, I'd have no luck at all.

You still can't do 'em.

You gonna take it?

I'm out of that business.
I need to tell you why?

Milligan
wants this one bad.

He's looking to get up
to Sacramento or D.C.

Gonna make all the hay he can
with those two killer spics.

Gonna hang 'em up like piñatas
and whack the shit out of them

for the whole world to
see, I'm tellin' ya.

That sounds about
how our forefathers

dreamed it up.

You know Milligan
don't eat meat?

Just fruits and veg.

He must shit pellets.

How's he lookin' to
play it in court?

Ah, simple.

Desperate Pedros walk up on
a rich fella. Stick him up.

Rich fella bravely
fights off the one

reaching for his gold coin.
The other one panics, fires.

McCutcheon ends up with
a slug in his head.

Of all the guys in this city
those two stumble across

and shoot point blank, it's
Brooks fucking McCutcheon?

Wasn't point blank.

- What do you mean?
- No powder burns on McCutcheon.

What, they got him at range?

- How many shots?
- One, as far as we can tell.

You didn't hear that from me.

Oh. Clickety-clack.
I know that look.

You can't stop your
wheels from spinning.

I'm just curious
is all. You gotta get home?

Why would I? You got
this place so comfy-cozy.

Ha!

Besides, Ruthie don't
mind me passing time

- with you these days.
- Since when?

Since I got with the D.A.s.
Maybe a little before.

She figured you got
me turned out right.

Got me work.

No way Burger hires me if
I'm not in good with you.

Thank you.

One of those boys
gets McCutcheon

with a single shot at distance?

That make sense to you?

'Bout as much as a horse
divin' into a pool of water.

Why couldn't it have been jazz?

People don't donate to
jazz, they dance to it.

They dance to ballet, and
people donate to that.

They also donate to D.A. races,

and you have yet to
take a spin of the room.

After packing the room
with this many deep pockets

for me to pick, our hostess

would be disappointed
in me if I didn't.

Then go. I don't
need a babysitter.

You might be the perfect woman.

Your perfect woman
looks like Clark Gable.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Hello, dear.

- Your dress is beautiful.
- Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

- How'd you do it?
- What?

Keep Hamilton awake
through the entire piece?

I know how he feels
about these things.

Well, I thought it
was a lovely concert.

Well, thank you.

I try to do these quarterly.
Gather my oil brethren

in the name of
something worthwhile.

It's nice to see they all
have a love of the arts.

They're cavemen.

Well, actually, that's an
insult to real cavemen.

Cavemen actually appreciate
the art on their walls.

Now, what about you?
Hamilton tells me

- you're in law school?
- Southwestern.

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

Actually, I'm already
working for a firm.

Mm, good. An independent
spirit. You stay that way.

How did you stay that way?

I never married.

Men only ever wanted
to put something in me

or take something from
me, most often my money.

And while I've no
complaints about the first,

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

Must be difficult being a
woman of so much wealth.

No, actually, it's
pretty damn terrific.

Nine feet...

Twenty-four.

Scared kid at night?

Not a chance.

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

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

There's hardly a
profit as it is.

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

Hey, is that you,
Charlie Goldstein?

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

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

Have a great day.

Fuck!

I'm not late.

No, you're not.

You just look like you
were out all night.

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

Any idea how long
this is going to take?

No.

Oh, an archery team?

Why does this school
have an archery team?

Are they gonna be hunting
for their lunch on Melrose?

Maybe it's just about
discipline and skill.

- Maybe it's just about fun.
- Remember fun?

- Are you the Masons?
- Yeah.

I'm Miss Aimes, Teddy's
teacher. Please.

I wanted Teddy to show you
what he's been working on

- in the science lab.
- You have a lab?

We made crystals.

- He's taken to it very quickly.
- Oh, this looks like glass.

Well, glass is more
random under the microscope,

but crystals are
more of a pattern.

Oh, right.

Teddy, do you want to go play
in the yard until first bell?

Please.

Thank you for coming in
so early this morning.

Teddy's already said
such great things about you.

He's a very sweet boy and
getting along quite well

considering he
came in mid-swing.

He has quite a mind
for math and science.

Are you in the
sciences, Mr. Mason?

- Me? No.
- He's an attorney.

Oh. We do a whole
section on civics.

It's my favorite
subject to teach.

I want the children to be proud
of the country they live in.

These days, it's
easy for children

to lose faith in those things.

Not if they go to school
in a place like this.

Well, then I'm
very glad they do.

Every child deserves someone
who believes in them.

Aren't all the
parents paying you

- to believe in their children?
- Perry.

Aren't all of your
clients paying you

to believe in them, Mr. Mason?

Oh, Miss Street,
Mr. Mason won't be able

to make your eleven
o'clock with Mrs. Hunt,

the lady with the
spring-making company.

He didn't say why.

I'll do it alone.

Is that the Gallardo
girl's doll?

Maria, yes.

Cancel the 11:00 with Mrs. Hunt.

You our lawyer?

He still hasn't shown up yet?

Christ. Uh, no.

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

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

Are you even 18?

Okay, um...

Can you... Can you
just stick with me

for a second? Uh...

- Rafael.
- Rafael.

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

Thank you.

Um...

Now, can you... Can
you make your hand

like a... like a gun?

Like, um, like
Cowboys and Indians?

- No.
- I'm not...

I'm not trying to
jam you up here.

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

Your Aunt Luisa came to see me.

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

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

- Yeah.
- Why you?

Uh, they... they... they
read about a case I did,

um, six months ago. Look, I
am trying to help. I swear.

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

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- You're right-handed?
- Yes.

Can you straighten your
arm? Great. Thank you.

A little higher. Thanks.

Thank you. Thank
you. Uh, now you.

- You're right-handed?
- Yeah.

Okay.

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

maybe six, seven feet...

Eight. Okay. Thank you.
Have a seat.

All right. I, um...

I read the account in
the paper, but, um...

now I want to hear
your side of the story.

Our side is we didn't do it.

So why was a bus driver able
to pick you out of a line up?

Because we're on that
bus every Saturday night.

I could pick him out too.

Why are you on the bus?

To collect bottles to
make a little money.

Get the two-cent deposit.

What about the gold coin of
Brooks's that you pawned?

In a trash can over on the pier,

I spot this nice billfold.

And it's empty, but then I feel

it's got a little
weight on one side,

so I shake it, and
this coin slips out.

It was tucked in there, I guess.

We couldn't believe our luck.

That ain't no luck.

- I told you to leave that thing.
- Mateo.

But you had to go and hock it!

It was worth something! You
expect me to just leave it?

Just being too fucking greedy!

I would've hocked it too.

I'm looking
for the Gallardos.

- I believe it's over there.
- Thank you.

Luisa?

Miss Street?

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Come in.

- Hello, Sofía.
- Hola.

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

- Are those Rafael's drawings?
- Yes.

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

Have you decided
to take the boys' case?

- Well, no.
- Oh.

Maria left this at our office.

Uh, I
could offer advice

to your defense counsel.

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

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

But you did come.
You want to help us.

Sofía...

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

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

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

Sofía, you don't need to
pretend to be anything.

You can say that

because you can
afford to be yourself.

You want to help us.

Don't forget I was
middle-weight champ

- at Camp Logan in '17.
- Ain't nobody forgot.

You forgot. Boxing and wrestling
aren't the same thing, Mo.

They both about balance.
Maneuvering, overpowering.

Only
thing you overpowering

is this conversation.

- Hey, Paul.
- Yeah?

Tell these ladies how
boxing and wrestling are similar.

Not even close.

What you talking about?

Where you been?

Just got us some things
we've been missing out on.

Now, Mo, what you cookin' up?

Ah, you know we got these
two Serbian gorillas

that been digging with
us the past few weeks.

Every lunch break,
they start wrestling.

Now, say they training
to become professionals.

So, I'm thinking they
may need a trainer.

Oh, I can smell the
scheme from here.

Know what? I waste my
oxygen on all y'all.

Well, well, things seem to
be looking up for Mr. Drake.

I mean, it's just a
one-time gig, but...

it might turn into more.

Good for you, Paul.

Hell, no.

They got Perkins
down at the Birch.

Got him? Who?

- Somebody grease him?
- No, he was arrested.

"By the Los Angeles County
District Attorney on charges

of loan sharking,
racketeering, bootlegging,

and income tax evasion."

Please. Everyone's got a racket.
The mayor's got a racket.

Police got a racket.
Mob's got a racket.

No, no. This is the
first I'm hearing.

Well, I gotta get
Lucius's bath ready.

You want to give
me a hand, babe?

Mm-hmm.

Girls, go get your
cousin ready for his bath.

Water loud enough?

I think so.

Fucking Strickland. How'd I...

How'd I let that
cracker rook me?

You didn't know.

Goddamn house nigger.

You didn't get rooked.

You had your mind fixed
on feeding your family

and working at what
you're good at.

You didn't know.

Did you?

Fuck you accusing me of, Clara?

Don't look at me like that.
I'm not the one you're mad at.

Them crackers north of
Jefferson ain't worth a damn.

That ain't new news.

We just need to be smarter
than they are evil.

Baby...

Uh, I need to get in there.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm.

- Come on, come on.
- Come on in, Mo.

Thank you. Thank you for that.
I won't let the water get cold.

When you said you wanted to
go out, I assumed dinner.

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

Gentlemen. I'll buy you some
popcorn to tide you over.

Hey,
low blow. Come on, ref.

Come on, Dub!
Press him! Press him!

- You do this a lot?
- Oh, any chance I get.

Close the distance! Put it...

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

I mean, it's better
than any movie.

Get up!

- I just see punching and blood.
- No.

There's so much more underneath.
A fight shows you who you are.

Right now, in that ring,

a man is being exposed
for everybody to see.

- Which one?
- Tommy, the taller one.

See, he's longer
than the shorter guy,

and he thought he could
keep the shorter fella away

with his jab. But
that shorter fella's

willing to eat those
jabs for breakfast

to get on the inside, and
now he's using his power

to pound lanky's body
like a pile-driver.

Yes! Work the body,
and the head will fall.

Oh, there, he did it just then.

Uh-huh. Tommy showed
up with a plan,

but now all of his
weapons are failing him.

Oh, he's getting hurt.

He's looked into the
eyes of his opponent,

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

What's that?

Fearlessness.

So the taller one's gonna lose.

Maybe. Or maybe
he finds his courage

when everything's
stacked against him.

Don't let him close
the distance, Tommy!

Move your feet!

Weren't you rooting
for the other man?

Not if you aren't.

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

Oh.

What's this?

Before you say
anything, hear me out.

Um...

I think we should take
the Gallardo case.

After talking with
the brothers...

You went to see them.

And the impound lot where
Brooks's car is being held.

I'm sure they invited
you right in. And?

I don't think they did it.

Milligan's case has holes.

And I have evidence that
weakens the case against them.

If you're hoping to use it to
secure a plea deal for them,

I already tried.
Burger shot me down.

Wh... what? You're
not their lawyer.

And you are?

You want in on this?

I think it's worth fighting for.

But I don't want to do
it if you're not ready

for another murder trial.

It... It's not just one
person this time, it's two.

And a whole family besides.

I don't know. But I know I
can't just do nothing. And...

there's no way I can
do it without you.

We'll just take it step by step.

Build our case. Attack theirs.

Work the body, and
the head will fall.

Our only problem is how
do we afford to do this?

'Cause we're no good
to the Gallardos

if we mount an
impoverished defense.

I might have that figured out.

First time I heard your
jingles on the radio,

I said to Della, "This
man is a visionary."

Not a person who settles.
A person who conquers.

And conquering is exactly
what we have in mind.

Block after block,
building after building.

Vacant. Vulnerable. Defenseless.

Laying there, waiting
to be conquered.

Expansion, Sunny. That's
the name of the game.

Mr. Mason and I have
identified this cross section

- of key locations.
- Or as you probably remember

what we used to call
them in the war.

- Perfect targets.
- Perfect targets.

These empty lots are behind
in their property taxes,

and inches from foreclosure.

Now, you can buy these
markets free and clear,

make them into new Sunny's
in almost no time at all.

A Sunny Market
in every neighborhood.

In five years, you could
be the king of this city.

Pretty great.

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

Well, this is just an idea.

I mean, to put it into
practice, it would take

an enormous amount
of legal advice.

Contract negotiations, zoning,
bankruptcy law, title transfers,

dealing with creditors.

Hundreds of hours of our time.

- How much do you want?
- A simple retainer.

A thousand dollars a month.

It's not much to ask to become
the King of Los Angeles.

You got a set of
balls on you, Mason.

Who else would you
want on your side?

Hmm. Can I see it again?

All rise.

The court will come to order.

Case number 9752,

arraignment hearing
in the matter of

the People versus Mateo
and Rafael Gal-ardo.

Mr. Mason, how do
your clients plead?

- Not guilty, Your Honor.
- Not guilty.

Very well. Please
take your seats.

Now, onto the question
of bail. Mr. Milligan?

The defendants are being
charged with the heinous crime

of coldblooded
murder. Now, in light

of the circumstances
of the crime itself,

we're asking that bail be
denied and that the defendants

be held in custody for
the duration of the trial.

Your Honor, we
believe our clients

should be released on
their own recognizance.

They have strong ties
to the community.

What ties? They live
in a vagrant camp,

and they're a flight
risk to Mexico.

They've never been to Mexico.

Well, they'd sure
blend in if they did.

Maybe go on a nice killing
spree down there too.

Your Honor, could
you please instruct the D.A.

to refrain from
smearing our clients?

Don't be so touchy, Mr. Mason.

Then will you at least instruct
the D.A. to be more logical?

Why would my clients
try and blend in

and then go on a killing spree?

All right. That's
enough, counselor.

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

with McCutcheon
family's tragic loss,

um, having them here
is clearly prejudicial.

Do you mind if I decide what
is and isn't prejudicial

in my courtroom?

No, Your Honor, that's your job.

Thank you. Bail is denied.

Hey, there they are.

Here we go.

Are you disappointed
that your clients were denied bail?

Oh, we didn't expect
they would be given

that consideration in
light of the prejudices

already being
shown in this case,

but we will continue to fight
for their fair treatment.

So you believe they're innocent?

We wouldn't have taken
this case if we didn't.

The evidence against
Mateo and Rafael Gallardo

isn't just flimsy,
it's see-through.

It's all circumstantial.

And we intend to
prove that at trial.

So you're not concerned about
rumors the forensic report

will show Rafael
Gallardo's fingerprint

was on Brooks McCutcheon's car?

Uh, well, w... uh,

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

we'll just have to wait.

- Mr. Milligan!
- Thank you.

Mr. Milligan, sir, Milligan.

Fucking Milligan.

He wouldn't have leaked
it if it wasn't true.

And now it gets reported twice,

once as a rumor and
then when it's confirmed

by the report. Fuck!

I let him blindside
me. Can't wait to see

our stupid faces
tomorrow in the papers.

Are you gonna kick yourself
every time you think

you've made a mistake? We've
just started this thing.

No, I just wish
Milligan was as dumb

as I wanted him to be.

The
crowd has swelled

outside St. Vincent's Cathedral,
by this announcer's estimates,

to well over 10,000
grieving souls.

Mourners toss purple tulips...

the same flowers
Brooks gave his loving wife,

Elizabeth, every week.

You can bet Milligan will
have one of those flowers

on his lapel every
single day in court.

- There's a Mr. Drake to see you.
- Oh, uh, bring him in.

Bring him in.

You got a secretary now?

You can talk to
Della about that one.

Um, appreciate you
coming by, short notice.

Strick said you
really helped him out.

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

And again and again.

You think there might
be something steady

- to latch onto there?
- Oh, I wouldn't take that

even if there was.

Your pal, he hoodwinked me
into jamming a okay fella

- into a pretty big jackpot.
- Oh, shit.

Drake, I... I... I didn't know.
I was... I was just trying

to throw some work your
way. If I had known...

Perry, I stepped into it.

Well, then maybe we
both have something

against the prosecutor.

You... you heard we took
the McCutcheon case?

We could use your help
investigating this thing.

Might let you even the score.

We already have some evidence

that might prove
their innocence.

Look, if you believe
they did it...

Perry, I don't know
what to believe.

I believed that you would
have more work for me.

Perry, I believed that
your friend would be

on the level.

And like I said, I am sorry. I
don't... I don't know what I...

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

Trust.

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

Honestly? No, I don't.

Well...

at least I believe that.

Afternoon.

Thank you.

This is everything
found on Brooks and in the car?

Everything we got.

No rips, no signs of a struggle.

Excuse me.

This guy owned the
Morocco gambling ship?

Yeah. That's what
they're reporting.

I read the Luxe was set on fire
a couple days before the murder.

You think that's got
anything to do with this?

They're out in
international waters

to avoid the cops.

They wanted the Wild
West, they got it.

That's a Santa Monica number.

What's with
the second belt?

Hmm.

Is that an M?

This thing was a sinking ship
both figuratively and literally.

I found a judgement
against the Morocco

for 800 dollars
for an unpaid bill

to a company who reattached
its starboard propeller.

- Reattached? What, it fell off?
- Yeah.

Apparently, the Morocco's
a real piece of shit.

Brooks also stiffed
another company

that went down to get the
propeller when it fell off.

And that's just the start.

There's a trail of bills,
liens, unpaid debts.

And every time a
creditor came after him,

he'd liquidate and dump
the Morocco's ownership

into a new shell company.

So the company that owns
the Morocco racks up bills,

can't pay them, and
then sells the ship

- from that company to another?
- Leaving nothing behind

to make good on the debts

and screwing
everyone who's owed.

Don't tell Sunny about this.

What kind of rich kid
can't pay his bills?

A broke one. But
who'd want him dead?

We've got to figure out
what's going on out there.

You feeling lucky?

You got
room for two more?

Where's the employee taxi?

Meet you there.

Can I get you a drink?

Yeah, I would love
a scotch and soda.

Boy, is this some joint.

I mean, I've never
been to Morocco,

but if it's anything
like this...

Are you from there?

Yeah, Morocco by way of Burbank.

Oh. But
it... it's swanky.

I heard the owner got
hurt or something,

but I guess if you run a
place as nice as this, right?

He wasn't hurt. He was killed.

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

- Did you... did you know him?
- No. Excuse me.

The high
rollers never come here.

They all go to the Rex or
the Tango down the way.

That because this ship
is in such rotten shape?

We were in dry
dock all last week

from an engine problem.

Didn't make a red cent, and
it still don't work right.

But you still got all
this produce coming in.

Only vegetables we ever get.
Mostly carrots and potatoes.

Yeah, the real
problem is the engine.

Should've replaced it years ago.

We got a lot of problems.

Just give me four more hours,
all right? Pumps, lights?

We'll do our best, boss,
but that last fix ain't holdin'.

Just get me through
the fucking night.

Are
you fucking kidding me?

Holcomb?

Oh, what an honor to
have Detective Mason

on board our humble vessel.

I guess McCutcheon picked
the wrong cop, huh,

as muscle to partner with.

Where are my manners?
You've come all this way,

the least I could do is have
my boys give you a tour.

Don't let him get off this ship.

We got to go.

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

for just a moment!

Uh, my name is Perry Mason.

I'm an attorney. You
may know my face.

I just want us all to
raise a glass this evening

to an honored guest that
we have with us tonight.

Detective Eugene Holcomb

from the Los Angeles
Police Department.

Here he is, this gentleman
right here in the tuxedo.

Let's all show our appreciation.

Here, here!

Well played. Come back anytime.

Anytime.

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

Thank you.

We are so sorry
for your tragic loss, Lydell.

Thank you. Thank
you. I appreciate...

Hello?

Goldstein's dead.

Very well.