All language subtitles for Perry.Mason.S02E02

-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

-♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

HAMILTON BURGER: 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.

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
-The suspects were found

living in a vagrant camp
in the Vernon area

-of Los Angeles.
-(POLICE SHOUTING)

HAMILTON: The Gallardos
are of Mexican extraction,

unemployed,
and were apprehended together.

-Maria!
-HAMILTON: 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.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

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.

REPORTER 1: Mr. Milligan.
Quick question, quick question.

REPORTER 2:
Just a little more, please.

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(VEHICLES HONKING)

(SNIFFS)

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.

DELLA STREET: Oh, of course.
Well, if you need us

to vet any new suppliers...

SUNNY GRYCE:
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.

(ELEVATOR WHIRRING)

-Is everything okay?
-Yeah.

Marion got the picture fixed.

Good.

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

Not really.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

DELLA: 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?
-SOFÍA: Mucho gusto.

-Please...
-Yeah.

(DOOR OPENING)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

LUISA GALLARDO: 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.
-LUISA: 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.

(DOOR OPENING)

(IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH)
I'm-- I'm sorry. I can't.

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

Vamos. (SNIFFLES)

Vente, Maria.

-(DOOR OPENING)
-(SIGHS)

♪ (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-Well, that was...
-Yeah.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

DELLA: I heard
the press conference
this morning.

-HAMILTON: 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.

HAMILTON: (SIGHS)
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.

DELLA:
Why aren't you open to a plea?

These are practically kids
we're talking about.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Over here, Mr. Burger.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

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

for a few bucks and a gold coin.

Thank you. (CLEARS THROAT)

-DELLA: So...
-HAMILTON: 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?
-GUEST: Hamilton.

One of the Chandler girls.
(CLEARS THROAT)

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.

(CHUCKLES, GASPS) 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.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

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.

(APPLAUSE)

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.

(BREATHES SHARPLY)

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

is Constance Barbour.

(APPLAUSE)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

♪ (PLAYS SONATA NO. 21
ON PIANO) ♪

So you can squeeze it
when I fall asleep.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

I tell you I took Ruthie
and the kids

-to the pier last week?
-(URINE TRICKLING)

STRICKLAND: 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.

(CHUCKLES) 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.
-(GIGGLES)

Ruthie, she loses her wits.

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

Me, I stayed and watched it

-four more times.
-(LAUGHS)

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.
-PETE: What?

Did you expect to find
something good in there?

(SIGHS)

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.
-(CHUCKLES)

-(PETE CHUCKLES)
-You still can't do 'em.

You gonna take it?

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

(CLICKS TONGUE)
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.
-(PETE CHUCKLES)

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.

PETE: Oh. Clickety-clack.
I know that look.

You can't stop your wheels
from spinning.

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

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

PERRY MASON: 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.

(PERRY IMITATES GUNSHOT)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

-♪ (STRING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Good evening.
-GUEST 1: Good evening.

GUEST 2: Hello, dear.

-Your dress is beautiful.
-GUEST 3: 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. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(DOG BARKING)

(DOG GROWLS)

(TOY SQUEAKING)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC
CONTINUES) ♪

Nine feet...

Twenty-four.

(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

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.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

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.

PERRY: 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.

TEDDY MASON:
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?

(TEDDY CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Please.

Thank you for coming in
so early this morning.

(CHUCKLES)

LINDA: 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. (CHUCKLES)
-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?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING
IN DISTANCE)

MARION KANG: 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.

(GROANS) I'll do it alone.

Is that the
Gallardo girl's doll?

Maria, yes.

Cancel the 11:00 with Mrs. Hunt.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(KEYS RATTLING)

RAFAEL GALLARDO: 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.

(SIGHS) Are you even 18?

Okay, um... (CLICKS TONGUE)

Can you--
can you just stick with me

for a second? Uh...

-Rafael.
-PERRY: Rafael.

Rafael, can-- can you--
can you hold this?

Thank you.

Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

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?

-PERRY: 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.
-PERRY: Thank you.

-PERRY: 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... (GROANS)

...maybe six, seven feet...

Eight. Okay. Thank you.
(CLEARS THROAT) 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.

MATEO GALLARDO:
That ain't no luck.

-I told you
to leave that thing.
-RAFAEL GALLARDO: 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.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-(DOGS BARKING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DELLA: I'm looking
for the Gallardos.

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

Luisa?

Miss Street?

(IN SPANISH)

(GASPS)

-LUISA: (IN ENGLISH) Come in.
-DELLA: Thank you.

LUISA: Come in.

-DELLA: Hello, Sofía.
-Hola.

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

-Are those Rafael's drawings?
-LUISA: Yes.

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

(IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Have you decided
to take the boys' case?

(DELLA GULPS)

-Well, no.
-Oh.

Maria left this at our office.

(IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Uh,
I could offer advice

to your defense counsel.

SOFÍA: (IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) I am...
I am so sorry. I...

(SNIFFLES)

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

But you did come.
You want to help us.

LUISA: 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.

CLARA DRAKE:
Only thing you overpowering

is this conversation.

-MORRIS: Hey, Paul.
-Yeah?

MORRIS: Tell these ladies
how boxing and wrestling
are similar.

-Not even close.
-(LAUGHS)

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.

(ALL LAUGH)

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.

MORRIS: 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.

-You know anything about this?
-♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

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?

-PAUL DRAKE: Mm-hmm.
-(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

PEARL: Girls, go get your cousin
ready for his bath.

(WATER RUNNING)

Water loud enough?

I think so.

Fucking Strickland. How'd I--

How'd I let that cracker
rook me?

CLARA: You didn't know.

Goddamn house nigger.

CLARA: 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...
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MORRIS: (CLEARS THROAT)
Uh, I need to get in there.

-PAUL: Mm-hmm.
-CLARA: 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.

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

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

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

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

-(BOXERS GRUNTING)
-(AUDIENCE SHOUTING)

AUDIENCE MEMBER:
Hey, low blow. Come on, ref.

-(BELL RINGS)
-(CROWD CHEERING)

ANITA: Come on, Dub!
Press him! Press him!

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

-Close the distance! Put it--
-(CROWD CLAMORING)

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

I mean, it's better
than any movie.

CROWD MEMBER: 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.

(CROWD GASPS)

ANITA: 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.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

So the taller one's gonna lose.

ANITA: Maybe. Or maybe
he finds his courage

when everything's
stacked against him.

(BOXERS GRUNTING)

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!

♪ (TENSE JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Oh.

-(SIGHS)
-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.

DELLA: A Sunny Market
in every neighborhood.

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

-Pretty great.
-(DELLA CHUCKLES)

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.
-(SCOFFS)

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?

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BAILIFF: 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.

PERRY: 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.

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

Maybe go on a nice killing spree
down there too.

PERRY: 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.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

REPORTER 1: Hey, there they are.

Here we go.

REPORTER 2:
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?

-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
-Uh, well, w-- uh,

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

we'll just have to wait.

-Mr. Milligan!
-PERRY: Thank you.

-Mr. Milligan, sir, Milligan.
-(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

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.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
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...
-(DOOR OPENING)

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
...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.
-PERRY: Oh, uh, bring him in.

Bring him in.

You got a secretary now?

PERRY: 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.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Afternoon.

Thank you.

PERRY: This is everything found
on Brooks and in the car?

Everything we got.

No rips, no signs of a struggle.

Excuse me.

PAUL: 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.

(PEN SCRIBBLING)

PERRY:
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?

-♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

PERRY: You got room
for two more?

Where's the employee taxi?

Meet you there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (SWING MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS) ♪

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. (CHUCKLES)
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.

(POKER CHIPS CLATTERING)

BUSSER 1: 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.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

MECHANIC: 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?

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

Just get me through
the fucking night.

(LAUGHS)

EUGENE HOLCOMB:
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.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

-(GRUNTS)
-(GLASS SMASHES)

PERRY: We got to go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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.

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)

GUEST: Here, here!

Well played. Come back anytime.

Anytime.

(CHARLIE GOLDSTEIN SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SIGHS)

-♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

-(BONES CRACKING)
-(CHARLIE SCREAMING)

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(GRIEVER 1 SOBBING)

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

Thank you.

GRIEVER 2: We are so sorry
for your tragic loss, Lydell.

Thank you. Thank you.
I appreciate...

Hello?

UNKNOWN CALLER:
Goldstein's dead.

Very well. (SIGHS)

♪ (UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪