All language subtitles for Perry.Mason.S02E03

- (EAGLE SCREECHING)
- ♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER RADIO) ♪

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

EUGENE HOLCOMB:
Hey! Keep walking.

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

AGNES HOLCOMB:
Good morning, sweetheart.

You didn't have
to make breakfast.

I'm okay.

- AGNES: How was work?
- (SIGHS)

Perps and paperwork.

AGNES: Bob Mark called
last evening.

Yeah, I reached him back.

He said he might have
another buyer for that property

up in Redding.

He shouldn't be talking
to you about that.

- So we're not getting it?
- It's complicated.

(CHILDREN TALKING UPSTAIRS)

But I'm working it out.

Look, you didn't, uh...

make a bad bet marrying
a flatfoot.

I know I didn't.

I'm gonna get us
out of this town, Agnes.

Scout's honor.

♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(EXHALES) All right, kids!
Let's go! Get a move on.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- Rise and shine.

- CHILD: Good morning, Daddy.
- There she is.

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

RECEPTIONIST: (ON PHONE)
Good morning,

the San Haven Home.
Who may I connect you to?

Oh, good morning.
Uh, I was hoping

you could provide me
with some information.

RECEPTIONIST:
Doctor or patient directory,

or is this in regard
to potential residency?

Uh, yes. (CHUCKLES)

Well, yes, of course, r--
residency at, uh, at San Haven.

Could you please tell me
what I need to...

RECEPTIONIST: We're at capacity,

but if you'd like
to put down a deposit

and be added
to our waiting list...

Oh, well, yes. Yes, of course.
I got a wonderful recommendation

from someone
who's actually there.

Um, name's McCutcheon.

- RECEPTIONIST: McCutcheon?
- Yeah.

We have no one here
by that name.

Is this a patient
or an employee?

Uh, strange. Uh, a patient.
Uh, you know what?

I would love to come back
for a visit.

What was that address
you gave me again?

THOMAS MILLIGAN: Your Honor,
the people are requesting

an abbreviated pre-trial period.

This city,
and the McCutcheon family

have suffered
a devastating loss

and a prolonged
legal proceeding,

not to mention
the sensational news coverage

that will accompany it,
will only make you, me,

and Mr. Mason complicit
in exacerbating their anguish.

Your Honor, Mr. Milligan,
in his rush to hang my clients,

he very conveniently forgot
that everyone not only deserves

but has the right
to a fair trial.

If these roles were reversed,
and Brooks McCutcheon

was sitting
where my clients now sit,

I'm sure his family would want
enough time for a defense

to be prepared for him.

MILLIGAN: The roles
would never be reversed

because Brooks McCutcheon
was nothing like your clients.

- What, Mexican?
- No, murderers.

- (INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

- (GAVEL BANGING)
- JUDGE DURKIN: Quiet! Quiet!

- Quiet! Quiet!
- (GAVEL BANGING CONTINUES)

Quiet in the gallery.

Gentleman, save your squabbling
for the schoolyard.

Your Honor, I deserve
adequate time for discovery.

Mr. Mason is simply looking
to delay this trial

- for his own purposes.
- Top one.

Uh, Your Honor, I think, um,
the precedent agrees with me.

Supreme Court Justice
Sutherland, who wrote last year

in Powell versus Alabama,
that the accused,

which my clients are,
in a capital case,

which this is, to have aid
to counsel for his defense,

which I am, includes the right
to have sufficient time

to advise with counsel
and to prepare a defense

is one of the fundamental rights
of the due process clause,

the 14th Amendment.

I'll take my chances
on my interpretation

of the definition
of "sufficient time"

versus Justice Sutherland's.

Trial is to commence
on Monday, April 14th.

- If there's no other business--
- Uh, Your Honor...

we haven't discussed
peremptory challenges.

And I'm assuming
you would like to?

Well, since I'm defending
two men,

I believe I have the right
to disallow additional jurors

who might be hostile
to my clients.

Isn't it safe to assume...

that if a juror is disagreeable
to the defense counsel

on behalf of
one of these brothers,

they will be equally
disagreeable on the other half?

PERRY MASON: You can't just dump
Rafael and Mateo

into the same trough.
They're two individuals.

I'm sure
they're both fascinating men

of great accomplishment,
but what Counsel is asking for,

extra challenges on top
of the twenty

he and I already have,
it's a stall by any other name.

- Got it.
- Uh, Your Honor,

pursuant to
California Penal Code 1098,

"If the defendants
are tried jointly,

the state and the defendants
shall be entitled

to five additional challenges,

which may be exercised
separately."

- So that's ten more challenges.
- I can do the math.

Yes, of course, my apologies.

Um, it would also mean

that Mr. Milligan would have
an additional ten.

A shameless delay ploy disguised

as a weak argument,
Your Honor...

Unfortunately,
not quite weak enough, counsel.

- Granted.
- (GAVEL BANGING)

BAILIFF: All rise.

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

REPORTER 1: Hey, Mason,
ya think the judge's being fair?

REPORTER 2: Hey Mason, you got
a statement for us?

After what Mr. Milligan
so compassionately explained

about the reporting
of this trial

causing the McCutcheon family
so much pain,

I won't be giving a statement.

I'm sure Mr. Milligan
will be refraining, also.

- Thank you.
- REPORTER 3: Hey, can I get
one question, please?

MILLIGAN: An unarmed victim,
bloody, shot through the eye.

- Damning evidence against two...
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Three weeks? We'll need
three months for this trial.

...that there is no doubt
they committed

this heinous crime.

(BELL RINGING)

(PRISONERS CHATTER)

Chow time!

(PRISONERS CHATTER)

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

MATEO GALLARDO: Hey!
Give it back.

(LAUGHS)

Stupid spics.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Stop your pushin'.

- (GLASS PIECE CLINKS)
- What's wrong?

(RAFAEL GALLARDO SPITS)

♪ (TENSE JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Fuck!

FRANK FINNERTY: (ON RADIO)
Join us now for another hour

of truth and justice
with Fighting Frank Finnerty!

(BABY CRYING)

I weep today, fellow citizens,

for the loss
of one of the city's angels.

CHILD: Gotcha!

PEARL: Hey, girls, come on.
Help me set the table.

- Please, thank you.
- FRANK: (ON RADIO)
Brooks McCutcheon,

a man with a heart as big
as the Pacific Ocean, let die

- by the Mexican monsters.
- PAUL DRAKE: Mo.

FRANK: (ON RADIO)
The Hermanos Gallardo,

- Rafael and Mateo.
- Mo...

- They, like many
of their ilk...
- ...you want to turn that down?

...are nothing more
than devils...

- You don't like it...
- ...who have been bred
to terrorize...

- ...don't listen.
- ...and commit murder.

There is, however,
a cure to this putridness.

As you've heard me speak of
before on this program,

mass deportation back to Mexico.

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING
OVER RADIO) ♪

What's got you cooking, Mo?

(BABY CRYING)

(PEARL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

No work.

Trucks stopped coming
around Central Ave,

three days in a row.

Nothing?

(BABY CRYING)

Wouldn't be if Perkins
wasn't locked away.

He had his hand in everything.
Forcing folks to hire down here.

Now that he's gone...

PEARL: All right.

No, they just gave us
an absurd timeline to prepare.

I'm gonna be here eve--

HAZEL PRYSTOCK: (ON PHONE) Well,
if I'm not up when you get in,
wake me. Promise?

- Uh-huh.
- HAZEL: Bye, sweetie.

- Yeah, bye.
- HAZEL: Love you.

Is that what's her name?

(CHUCKLES)

I thought we both had to work.

We did, but did you really think
we were gonna wait that long?

- How did you find me?
- I followed your scent...

- (CHUCKLES)
- ...easy.

- Hmm. Mm.
- What?

Nothing. I just-- (CHUCKLES)
I have been here, where you are,

too many times to count
with all-night rewrites.

The stress and the anxiety
and the cigarettes.

Oh, I thought
the movie business

- was glamorous.
- Oh, it's very glamorous.

Yes, we only smoke
Turkish cigarettes,

which I have.

(CHUCKLES) What is that?

This is my laundry.

- (DELLA STREET CHUCKLES)
- We have to eat.

- I have work to do.
- Mm-hmm, I also have work to do.

I mean, Myrna Loy
and Ramon Novarro need

something clever to say
by 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Is there a reason
we have to do it alone?

No.

Good. Oh, first thing's first.

Those are traditionally
for the end of the meal.

I somehow knew you were going
to say that.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

See, I think I got yours
by mistake.

Oh.

Do not let
the unexpected derail you

from your goals.

♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Why don't we try
one of those Turkish cigarettes?

Okay.

(LIGHTER FLICKERING)

I think you made me blush.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Currency.

Twenty-three, close it.

Uh...

Thought it might help pass
the time a little.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Now, your aunt said
you wanted to be a mechanic,

but I didn't think I could sneak
a whole car in for you

to work on,
so what can I bring you?

- Just my family.
- Sure.

Look, uh, I know it's late and--

It's not, not like
we sleep much, anyway.

Well, it occurred to me, um,
th-- I don't-- I don't know you

or your story as well
as I should.

Um, how are things in here?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Did something happen?

- I'm your lawyer.
- Somebody put glass in my food.

(EXHALES)

I'll try and get you
some protection.

Look, the only way
this is gonna work

is if we all trust each other.

How long have you been
at the Hooverville?

A few years.

And where did you come
from before that?

RAFAEL: Here.

We've always been from here.

Our parents had a farm,
but the city folk came

and took it away from them
to build a road on it.

Then we lived in an apartment
on Sierra Street...

until it burned down.

I lost my family farm.
Hard to let go.

What happened to yours?

Uh... I-- I forgot
to pay my taxes.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah, look, um...

I do have to ask you something.

The DA said they found
Rafael's fingerprints

- on Brooks' car.
- That's impossible.

- I wasn't there.
- They're lying.

I just needed to ask you,
that's all.

I'll get your family here.

(CLOCK TICKING)

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Yes?

Your Honor, I was told
you were still here.

- Sit.
- Thank you.

DURKIN: Hmm.

Have you read it? Bestseller.

- I'm not much of a reader.
- Oh.

Literature is always a boon
to the theatrical barrister.

Uh, this one's a bit exotic
for my taste.

Farms and weddings
and such in China.

Papers say
they're gonna get clobbered

by the Japanese any day now,

and whatever they're bowing
and making rice about in here,

it's not looking
like it's headed

- for a happily ever after.
- Here not much does either.

So, what happily ever after
are you looking for, Mr. Mason?

My clients are being abused
in the jail upstairs.

I'd like ask for you
to mandate their protection.

It's prison, Mr. Mason.

We don't appoint nannies
to the ones

who aren't settling in well.

They're being targeted
because of the notoriety
of their case.

That's why it's always best
to kill a nobody.

It seems to rankle fewer people.

- Your Honor.
- (LAUGHS) At some point,
Mr. Mason,

you must find
all of your righteousness

just a bit exhausting.
I need to be somewhere.

(DURKIN INHALING, EXHALING)

I can't say too many
of your ilk come out on top,

but I've often admired
their fight.

There was little
of that idealism

when I began practicing
in the 1890s.

I was just a boy back then.

When L.A.
could've been anything.

Yeah, we were just a dirt patch
by the sea.

Back then, I represented anyone
who would pay my bills.

I suppose I always thought
the whole city

- was just lawless back then.
- No, we had 'em. Laws.

And they were applied
more or less equally.

It was later they became
more of a-- a tool.

But when you build
the whole damn place,

you get to make
the whole damn rulebook.

Maybe that's what makes it
so hard to survive here

all these years later.

So few people have control
over their own fate.

So as you dangle, you just hope

that whoever's got you out there
will be compassionate.

(CLOCK TICKING)

All right,
Mr. Mason... (EXHALES)

I'll think about doing
something so that your clients

aren't such sitting ducks.

But I fear, on this case...

that's about as close
as you're going to get

to a happily ever after.

- PERRY: Your Honor.
- Mm.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

CAMILLA NYGAARD: Phippsy,

remind me to find out
when we can expect

a geological report
for any new wells.

STAFF: Miss Nygaard.

Mr. Mason and Miss Street.

MELVILLE PHIPPS: Ah.
Melville Phipps.

- Miss Nygaard's attorney.
- Perry Mason.

How do you do?

- Good to see you, Miss Nygaard.
- Camilla, please.

- Mr. Mason.
- Miss Nygaard.

People still drilling
for new wells these days?

(CHUCKLES) Just tying up leases.

Whatever I get now,
my competitors can't get later.

Competitors being
the McCutcheons?

And the other asses.

I'm sorry,
does my language offend you?

No, no, not at all.
Go right ahead.

Because that's downright polite

compared to what
they've called me.

But we do actually try to all be
more civil in our old age.

Create some rules.
Work together, when it serves.

Helps to keep the peace.

This is called a reformer.
Helps to firm the core.

How is your core, Mr. Mason?

Pretty good.

Well, I'm sure
your clients admire

that level of confidence.

Perhaps we should get down
to the reason for your visit.

Oh, Phippsy, you make it
all sound so mysterious.

I'm sure they're here to talk
about Brooks McCutcheon.

What else could it be?

It's certainly not tips
on exercising.

I remember at the recital,
you spoke warmly of Brooks.

- Did you know him well?
- Oh, since he was a boy.

I actually, uh,
gave him piano lessons.

PERRY: Was he any good?

Uh, about as good as he was
at anything else.

The poor man. He was like
a French realist painting.

Nice to look at,
nothing below the surface.

No core?

We've been looking
into his business dealings.

- The gambling ship, for one.
- God, that disaster.

And his real estate issues.

Well, the banks funding
his stadium project,

they went belly up in '31,

so he came to me
hoping I would step in.

- Did you?
- Oh, not a chance.

Besides, he was trying to do it
behind his father's back.

We have rules
about that sort of thing.

Helps keep the peace?

CAMILLA: Oh, more than you know.

What about San Haven
and what's there?

No. No, Mr. Mason.

I'll have a little fun
with you,

but I don't traffic
in tawdry rumors.

We didn't mean to overstep.

Then he should keep
that folly to himself.

The Lawson girl's family
has been through quite enough.

MELVILLE: Camilla,
we have that eleven o'clock.

I'm aware.

Della, we're having
another concert on the eighth.

I'll make sure
Phippsy has your address.

Thank you.

- Mr. Mason.
- PERRY: Miss Nygaard.

Thank you, Phippsy.

- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
- (SIGHS)

San Haven?

The number I found
in Brooks's wallet.

- (BIRDS CHIRPING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

NURSE: Hello, Mr. Cunningham.

Looks like you're doing
much better today. (CHUCKLES)

- Oh, thank you.
- (NURSE CHUCKLES)

- Can I help you find someone?
- Uh, yes, Lawson.

Miss Lawson
doesn't take visitors.

Oh, I'm here
in a legal capacity.

I can't let you in
unless you're immediate family.

Not according to the law.

Muldoon vs.
Clearview Hospital 1916.

Attorneys are granted
full access to meet

with patients
even when residing

in privately run facilities.

I clerked for the justice
who wrote the opinion.

I can get you a copy.

Perhaps you should speak
with our administrator.

- Excuse me, for a minute.
- Sure.

(CLEARS THROAT)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- PERRY: Miss Lawson?

Miss Lawson?

(CAMERA CLICKS, CREAKS)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- (DOOR OPENING)

(TROLLEY RATTLING)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(DOOR CLOSING)

Miss Lawson, I-- I'm sorry.

Miss Lawson?

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Miss Lawson?

Miss Lawson, um, I am sorry.

- Excuse me.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Sir! You're not supposed to be
in here!

PERRY: I was just going.

DELLA: Maybe the Lawsons
are Brooks' in-laws?

No, no, no,
those are the Claibornes.

Della, try and run down
what you can

on the Lawson woman.
First name Noreen.

Maybe 30.
Brother's name starts with a V.

Marion, run down what you can
on a Noreen Lawson,

approximately 30,
and her brother,

- first name starts with a V.
- With a V, got it.

- I've got other things to do.
- (PAUL DRAKE CLEARING THROAT)

Well, I'm headed
to the Hooverville

to verify
the brothers' timeline.

- Make sure that it'll hold up.
- I want to focus on Holcomb.

Do you really buy
Holcomb killing Brooks

for losing him some money?

Well, maybe he wasn't losing it.

Maybe it was getting it back
'cause partnering in that boat

couldn't have been cheap.

So Holcomb figures
he gets fuck-up Brooks

out of the way and fixes up
the situation himself.

Turns that place around.

And he goes from owning
half the Morocco

to owning all of it
with one bullet.

- It holds water, right?
- PAUL: Yeah.

So, how does Holcomb
set the brothers up?

Right, so... (EXHALES)

Holcomb sees Rafael
and Mateo rummaging

close to where he shot Brooks--

And puts the wallet
in a trashcan down the way.

B-- Bingo, the brothers find it.

Right, 'cause which kid grubbing

for a two-cent bottle
isn't going to go

for a fancy billfold
just sitting there?

And the gold coin inside.

And Holcomb knows
they're gonna pawn it,

so it's only a matter of time
before the cops round 'em up

and LA's got themselves
the perfect patsies.

Two Mexican kids ready-made
to go from the front page

to the gallows
in ten seconds flat.

I don't buy it.

Why not?

We can't prove
Holcomb did any of it.

Can't prove he put anything

in a garbage can or wanted
to take over the Morocco

or had anything to do
with the murder.

But it's reasonable doubt.
Just planting a seed.

- Milligan will rip it apart.
- (DOOR OPENING)

MARION KANG: Excuse me.
Mr. Mason...

- Yeah?
- Linda's on the phone.

PERRY: Thank you.

You're a real wet blanket,
you know that?

Make a better case,
and I won't be.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (BUTTON RATTLING)
- (INHALES SHARPLY, GROANS)

- I won.
- No, you didn't. Another round.

(BUTTON THUDDING)

What?

Is this how it's gonna be...

- you know, until we--
- Don't think about it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You already owe me
six cigarettes.

Switch. That doesn't count.
Let's play again.

No, no, no, let's go again,
but this time,

I'm on this side. Here you go.
Here you go. Here you go.

Here you go.

I'll take that.

What's that noise?

You really think
that was gonna work?

I'm not losing another round.

Then you need to learn to toss
better than a fucking gorilla.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(DOG BARKING)

Do you happen
to know the Gallardos?

- No, I sure don't.
- (GUNSHOTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Steady. There he is! Over there!

Hey, there.

Okay! Lower that down for me.
Thank you, sweetheart.

We're just shooting the rats
for supper. We're allowed.

You are.

- But where'd you get that?
- Found a dime and rented it.

Huh? Who rents guns?

(DOG BARKING)

CHILD: That's him in the hat.

(WHISPERS) Thanks.

- Come on.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Do you live with anyone?

- A dad, an uncle, grandpa?
- Our pops.

- What's his name?
- CHILD: Eustis.

- Eustis what?
- You got another nickel?

(DOG BARKS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Go, go!
- (DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

I hear you're a man to see.

- Depends on where you heard it.
- Fella, Eustis Beck.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- What you're looking for?
- PAUL: Uh, nothing too big.

Maybe a .32.

TWIST: Take your pick.

- How much for the whole day?
- Dollar, with full chambers.

Here's a Lincoln
for all five of 'em.

All yours, killer.

PAUL: Hey...

don't you want to know
what I want 'em for?

You want all five of those
for the day,

I sure as hell
don't want to know why.

And don't come back here
and fucking tell me neither.

Uh huh.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- PERRY: Hi.
- Hi.

- Come on in.
- (EXHALES)

I'm sorry,
this is so last-minute.

- Oh.
- Uh, I-- Thank you.

I had a chance to restack
at the library,

and if I do an overnight,

then I get an extra day off
this summer.

- Hey.
- It's just for one night.

Just like the Army. Huh?
What do you think, Captain?

- (EXHALES)
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Hmm.

- Why don't you go take a look.
- Yeah.

Sorry, he just needs, uh,
a minute to warm up.

Yeah, of course.

So, uh, is the tent

because you didn't have
any actual furniture?

- Uh, no. Maybe it's just fun.
- Oh.

- Yeah.
- I brought groceries.

- Oh, don't need them.
- Right--

I stopped at the market.
Yep, welcome to the Mess.

- LINDA: Oh, beans?
- PERRY: Yes.

You know, the real trick
to a group of men sitting around

eating beans is that
they actually do it outdoors.

You realize you insulted me less
when we were married.

I know how to do this.

I'm sorry. I appreciate it.

I do.

You know, moving back to L.A.
was not exactly what he wanted.

Anyway, I was actually hoping
that he might get to know

his father a little bit better.

Of course.

(SIGHS) Well, I should go.

Teddy, I have to go.
Give me a hug.

Mm.
TEDDY MASON: Do you have to?

(SOFTLY) It's just
for one night, okay?

I am gonna call you
in the morning,

and he just needs to be
at school by eight o'clock.

- Got it.
- Okay.

- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
- (DOOR OPENING)

- PERRY: Good luck stacking.
- LINDA: Oh, thank you.

- PERRY: Enjoy. Bye.
- (DOOR CLOSING)

So w-- I know
it's not your birthday

for a couple months,
but guy in the store said

this is top of the line.
You just pull down.

A Lionel Electric!

Oh yes, there's even
a secret switch

so you can steer
onto a second track.

Want to set it up right now?
How about over by the tent?

Ah, but I have to do
my homework first.

What? It's still early.

Yeah, you know what?
You do your homework.

We'll set this up after.
How about that?

♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- Hey, uh, Dad?
- Yeah.

You know any Latin?

We use a lot of it, uh,
for legal terms, yeah.

Okay, um, I need
to conjugate gaudere.

It means "to be joyful."

Gaudeo, gaudes, gaudet,
gaudemus, gaudent.

But is the second person
plural gaudetis?

You want to go see a movie?

- (ROARS)
- (ACTOR SCREAMING IN FILM)

(ROARING TRANSITIONS
TO MACHINERY THUMPING)

LYDELL MCCUTCHEON: We've been
holding back production

on these eight pumpers,
but demand is coming back,

and we're gonna need the supply,

so let's open the taps
and let 'em run.

Mr. McCutcheon,
this fella says he's got

- an appointment with you.
- Name's Dick Rile, sir.

I was doing some business
with your late son.

Give us a minute.

I'm sorry to trouble you
with this, so soon and all,

but Brooks hadn't paid me
in a couple months.

Two hundred
and forty dollars exact.

We didn't have nothing written,

so, uh, I figured you were
the fella to see now. (CHUCKLES)

It's fine, Mr. Rile.

Business must always be settled,
debts paid.

Oh, yeah.

Now, before I settle
my son's accounts,

- I want assurances from you.
- Assurances?

Yes, that if anyone
ever asks you anything

regarding my son,
you say you never had

a lick of business with him.

Oh, I-- I wasn't
ever gonna say nothing.

But you called me.
Left messages. Showed up here.

Not saying nothing means
it never passes your lips.

You can never think it
because it is gone

from your mind forever.
Gone forever.

I-- I-- I understand.

I hope you do,
but I have to be certain.

(GROANS, SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

I believe my son's
been made good, Mr. Rile.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- GINNY AIMES: Good morning.
- PERRY: All right.

- GINNY: Good morning.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GINNY: Good morning.
Good morning.

- Good morning, Teddy.
- Good morning, Miss Aimes.

Look, I said I'll speak to her,
and you won't get in trouble.

Well, I don't think
we have any rules

about bringing your son
to school on a motorbike.

Though you are getting quite
an eyeful

from some of the other parents.

Um, yeah-- look, T-- eh,

Teddy didn't finish
his homework.

GINNY: Oh...

He, uh, he s-- stayed the night
at my place last night.

- Have a great day, bud.
- Bye, Dad.

Yeah, I, um,
Linda and I divorced.

Hmm. Well, Teddy shows
no sign of it.

And the other children
don't seem to know.

Well, I'm sure
Linda would like it

if you helped keep it that way.
Um, for-- for Teddy.

Oh, of course. I understand.

It-- it was just his first night
at my apartment.

I-- I wanted him to have fun,
so I took him to the movies.

- GINNY: What did you see?
- Uh, King Kong.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Were there no burlesque houses
open for you to take him to?

(CHUCKLES) I'm glad
you find it funny 'cause that

fucking dinosaur fight
gave him nightmares.

Pardon my language.

I won't hold it against you,

the language
or the movie choice.

Oh, and I'll tell Teddy
he can make up

his homework tonight.

Good morning, Vanessa.
One, two, three, four, five...

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

- Morning, Marion.
- MARION: Mr. Mason.

- Mm-hmm.
- They wouldn't sign in.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(GATE THUDDING)

(HORSE GALLOPING)

If you wanted to speak
with me, McCutcheon,

you could've picked up a phone.

If I had wanted to pick up
a phone, I would have.

- What do you want?
- LYDELL: Mason Dairy,

that was your family's farm,
wasn't it?

Yeah.

You must appreciate
a good horse.

Maybe you don't know much about
where milk comes from.

Pull on a horse,
you're in trouble.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Some of my fondest memories
of me and Brooks

are on horseback.

Riding is a fine thing to pass
on to a son.

Why did you take this case?

You were doing fine
in your little niche practice.

Maybe I like stacked odds.

You've been digging
into my son's affairs.

Well...

I'd like you to consider finding

- another hole to dig in.
- What hole do you suggest?

LYDELL: Any one
that isn't full of mud

to drag his good name through.

You have to understand
what Brooks's death has done

to his widow...

his children...

frankly,

what it's done to me.

(EXHALES) There were
other versions of my son,

as there are other versions
of all of us.

Is there a version
that includes Noreen Lawson?

I've encountered many people
like you in my life, Mr. Mason.

The chip on the shoulder.

The great savior.

Martyr to the cause.

I just see it
as making things fair.

You think by getting
the Gallardo boys off,

their life will take
some remarkable turn

toward success?

I think we both know with you
that the opposite is true.

That poor Emily Dodson girl.

All you went through for her.

Jail was where
she really belonged,

but instead,
you worked tirelessly

to have her set free,
and for what?

Just so she could walk
into Lake Tahoe?

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Even when you win, Mr. Mason,
you lose, and in the end

what are you left with?

Emily might've
disappointed me...

but with all his breeding
and advantages,

just remember I'm standing here
because of who disappointed you.

Keep digging into my son,
and I will burn you.

And no one will give a damn.

You can go.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOT)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

♪ (ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

Hey.

What?

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

- When did you find out?
- About three months ago.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

I don't.

Those postcards started showing
up a while back,

and I just thought
it was her ranting.

What-- what was I
supposed to do?

You're the one
she reached out to.

PERRY: Yeah, and why do
that to me?

Why do that to anyone?

Tell them
you're gonna kill yourself

to be together
with your kid again.

Call a headshrinker,
not your lawyer.

You could have called one
for her.

You don't think
that's all I do is--

is think about
what I should've done?

I sh-- I should've gone
up there. I should've.

I should've stopped her.
I should've--

Maybe I could've shaken
some sense into her.

You were never gonna do that.

Yes, but I'm-- I might have.

Della, I never thought
she would go through with it.

Jesus, Perry. (INHALES DEEPLY)

So that's what we've been doing
all this time?

Giving up criminal cases,

me walking on eggshells...

all because you're torn up
about Emily?

For fuck's sake, Perry,
you should've told me.

When I said
we're in this together,

I meant it. We're partners.

But when are you ever
not alone in anything?

I'm sorry.

(DELLA SIGHS)

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Leave 'em on the bed.

You rent this gun
to these boys?

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- (GUNS COCK)
- (EXHALES)

I'm gonna take that as a yes.

That's not the answer I wanted.
Not by a damn sight.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Now, I'm gonna keep
those other .32s.

I'm gonna call that your cost
of doing business.

Get the fuck out.

- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (DOG BARKING)

♪ (SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYING) ♪