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Don't be stupid, Ed.

How we supposed to operate if we
can't get the goddamn lights to work?

I'll try and get an electrician
out there this afternoon.

Yeah, you do that. The
fuck does this monkey want?

Good morning.

What do you want?

Ah, to see your face.

See my face?

Have a good day.

Goddamn it.

Shit. Anita.

Listen, I can be fast
or I can be smooth.

I can't be both.

I'm sorry. Come
here. Let me see.

Oh, I did a number on you.

You know,

save a lot of time if
we didn't have to stop

by the boarding house
on mornings like this.

Well, maybe, I can keep
some clothes at your place.

I... I was actually
thinking maybe you could

just keep yourself at my place.

- How?
- We'd... we'd make it work.

There are plenty
of women who do.

I'd need to... I need
to think about it.

Yes. Yes.

- Thanks again!

So, Mr. Davenport,

this gold coin that
Brooks McCutcheon

was carrying, just
how rare is it?

There are only three
documented in existence.

Who possesses
the other two?

According to our records

at the Numismatic Society,

one is owned by the
Carnegie family.

The other, Prince
Gustaf Adolf of Sweden.

So, the chances
that our defendants

are acquaintances
of the Carnegies,

or Prince Adolf are about
as rare as the coin itself.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Thank you, Mr. Davenport.

Mr. Mason.

Mr. Mason!

Uh. N... Um. No... no
questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Davenport,
you may step down.

Mr. Milligan, if you will,
please call your next witness.

Your Honor, at this time,
the people respectfully rest.

Very well.

Then this court
shall stand in recess

until Thursday morning,
which time the defense

will begin their case.

Full steam ahead.

Milligan had three
more witnesses on his list.

- Why'd they suddenly rest?
- I don't know.

Well, it cuts into
our prep time.

Has Paul checked in on
the Ozzie Jackson lead?

- Perry?
- What?

If this train set thing is
throwing you off this much...

- I'm fine.
- We could possibly

tell the judge that
someone is trying

to intimidate you.

Although, we have no
proof of who exactly.

It's Lydell. Who
else would it be?

I wouldn't be so sure.

- Why not?
- Because after what he said to you

at the racetrack, he doesn't
strike me as the type

to fire warning shots.

I'll meet you back
at the office.

Good luck.

Drink later?

- Nothing left to discuss.
- We can drink in silence then.

- Another time.
- Ham?

I know you can't tell me
why you offered the deal...

I'm late.

I just wanna know
if you're all right.

You can trust me.

Always.

Good luck with your defense.

Come on!

Yeah, take him down.

Come on.

Nah, that shoulder was
down more than a second.

- This ain't work.
- Hey.

- These them Serbs?
- Yeah.

Big motherfuckers.

I told you.

What you doing around here?

Any trucks come by?

One, picked up three guys for
a quick sewer job in Venice.

But that's it.

Probably better off. Don't
nobody need to be around you

- on days like that.
- Fuck you.

Mo?

I got something a little
less backbreaking for you.

It ain't charity. It's legit.

I need help from somebody I
trust, staking out a corner.

- What you looking for?
- A hophead in a fancy blue car.

- Pay?
- By the hour.

Corner boy's usually out
8:00 a.m. to 3:00 a.m.

Figure you and I work in shifts.

Mo, I need you to write
down everything you see.

Don't matter if
it don't seem like

it's gonna amount to nothing.

You see it, you write it.

Comings, goings, license
plates, everything.

You good?

- When's it start?
- Now.

- Taking
Clara out for our anniversary tonight.

I got a nickel on this match.

Fuck it. I
never win anyway.

Oh, that looks
good. Hey, Marion, who...

You know, if you
really wanna keep people out,

you should install
a double cylinder.

Requires a key on both
sides of the door.

That could come in handy for
when witnesses I subpoena

show up unannounced.

- I need a minute.
- Yeah, I figured.

Marion.

I, uh...

have some information
about Brooks McCutcheon

I think you might
find interesting.

Are you
tryna bargain your way

- out of testifying?
- Yeah, I want off the list.

You were Brooks's partner
on the only gambling ship

that hasn't burned down.
I'm not passing this up.

Yeah, well, here's the thing.

Brooks was into something big.

Bigger than you, Burger,
or anyone in this town

is even thinking about.

Now, lucky me, I got a
bunch of puzzle pieces...

but I don't know how
they all fit together.

And you were always
such an, uh...

ace of an investigator.

Oh, my God. You
really are desperate.

Look, this is the
last fucking place

I wanna be right now, all right?

If I'd figured out
what Brooks was doing,

I'd be pocketing the dough,
believe me, but I didn't.

So...

I gotta figure out
how to make this

- shit work for me somehow.
- Not gonna happen.

You put me in that chair, Mason,

make me talk about my sideline,

my entire life goes
down the toilet.

I lose my job. I
lose my pension.

If I don't put a case
together, my clients get a rope

- around their necks.
- I will take you down with me!

You're gonna make Brooks
look like shit, right?

So do I. All I
ask... All I'm asking

is you to come with me
and see for yourself

what I found.

And maybe, it'll help
sell your strategy.

Truthfully,
that desperate look

in your eye tells me you
probably are being sincere.

But if I'm gonna go
anywhere with you...

I want insurance.

What kind of insurance?

Just an abuse of your power.
Nothing you can't handle.

Jesus, Mason.

What did you do?

Fuck!

How do ya do, ma'am?

Do the... Do the Petersons
still live on this floor?

- No.
- My mistake.

Have yourself a
lovely day, ma'am.

Paul, did you know
that Effie Harris got a job

working down here as one of
those Creole chorus gals?

Who?

You know, Effie Harris
from down the street.

- Hell, she can't even...
- Hmm.

Walk with them little
chicken legs she got,

let alone dance.

Well, maybe this club's
standards have gone down...

You've known me since
a kid. You ain't gotta do this!

- No!

- Please! Please, man!
- Paul?

- Paul?
- Yeah.

Put it away.

I'm sorry. I'm just
having a bad day.

Hmm. More than one.

You been tossing and turning
the last couple nights.

Look, Clara. Now, you
know there ain't nothing

for you to worry about.

'Cause tonight's just about us.

- We'll see.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, where'd you get them shoes?

- What?
- Sneakers, Converse.

- Where'd you get them from?
- I bought 'em.

- What is it to you?
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Paul...
- You get 'em off Ozzie Jackson?

- No, what the f...
- No, no, no. Tell me the truth.

- Don't lie to me.
- Paul!

- I'm not.
- Paul!

- What, Clara?
- What is the matter with you?

Hey, hey! Just mind
your business right now.

Okay. Well, let's
just get back in line.

Mason and Associates.

Oh...

No, uh, it's all right.

I'll come over shortly.

- Have a good night.
- Thank you, miss.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Bar is to your left
when you enter,

lady of the house is
upstairs, off to your right.

She's asked for
three fingers of gin

with two ice cubes.

- You're not staying?
- I'm due to meet my wife.

My real wife.

Miss Nygaard?

Oh, good.

I decided it would
be unconscionable

to keep Mieli's interpretation
of Bizet to myself,

and I thought, "Who
do I know in this vast

cultural wasteland..."

"who might actually
hear it as I do?"

- It is extraordinary.
- Please, sit.

How's the trial of
the century going?

It's going about as well
as we could've hoped.

- Oh, I'm glad to hear it.
- Mm.

I take it you're
working yourself

to the bone?

Even so, it never
feels like enough.

I just hope it's worth it.

- May I ask you something?
- Of course.

Have you any experience
with marijuana?

No.

I've found it has a
marvelous calming effect.

Is Mr. Mason behaving himself?

Did you scold him into
submission after our lunch?

He's behaving, more or less.

The trial's been good for him.

It's given him a
clear adversary.

I can't remember the
last time in my life

something seemed
unassailably clear.

I'm fine with my
drink, thank you.

- Would you?
- Of course.

Do you think I
should fire Phippsy?

I beg your pardon?

He's distant. There's
something going on.

He denies it, but there is.
It unsettles me.

Don't be shy. I
want your opinion.

That's why I asked.

Um...

From what I've seen, he
appears to be very dedicated.

Plus...

Yes?

I imagine he knows where
the bodies are buried.

Even worse, he knows
my middle name.

You're such a
delight to talk to.

We should find a way to
work together someday.

- Another drink?
- I'm fine, thank you.

No, but I would like one.

Oh.

Good afternoon.

- Mason in?
- He's in the field.

This is for him.

How's Luisa?

If you could
see your Aunt Luisa,

you'd think she's a nun.

She has everyone in
the shanty praying

to the Santo Niño de
Atocha ten times a day.

That's only two more times
than she normally does.

Maybe I should start praying
in here for you and Maria

to survive her craziness.

It's nice to see that
smile on your face.

How's Rafa?

No, no, no, no.

And give her
something else to pray about?

No, thank you.

Mateo?

I really miss you.

"Petechial hemorrhage."
What does that mean?

Blood vessels bursting
under the eyelids.

I paid a visit to our friend,
Virgil, at the morgue.

Oh, what it cost you?

A buck and a promise
I would go and see him

in No, No, Nanette,

at his community theater.

Not enough alcohol in the world.

Oh, believe me.

So, what does
"broken blood vessels" mean?

Virg says choking, most likely.

There's no way it
was a car accident.

You think she was strangled?

Lover's quarrel? Maybe
Brooks lost his temper.

Look, if
we're gonna suggest

Brooks McCutcheon strangled
a widowed secretary,

we're gonna need more than
a few broken blood vessels.

True. But all we really need
to do is get Vincent Taylor

on the stand and see
what he has to hide.

As long as the jury think
he was involved somehow,

we have our reasonable doubt.

You'd need to tread lightly
with the female jurors.

Maybe I should
prepare the questions.

Sure. Just don't
tread too lightly.

Mm-hmm.

Would be nice if
we had something

that definitively tied Brooks
to Noreen's "accident."

Hmm, true. The file's nice,
but it's no smoking gun.

No, the smoking gun's
in our safe.

- Mr. Mason?
- Yeah?

Miss Aimes is here to see you.

Oh, yes. H... hi! Hi,
uh, I'll be right out. Um.

Uh. Uh. Ginny, this
is Della Street,

my colleague. Della,
this is Ginny Aimes.

- It's nice to meet you.
- You as well.

Yeah, so
I'll be right there.

I'll hold him to that.

So, um, Holcomb said he
would, uh, he would talk

to a waitress that was close
to Brooks on the Morocco.

There might be something there.

Kind of Brooks to leave
us a trail of mistresses.

And maybe Marion can do some
more background on Taylor.

- Couldn't hurt.
- Hey.

Yeah.

Nice work. She's tasty.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

- So, do you come here a lot?
- Um. A few times.

A man I dated
introduced it to me.

Oh, was he... was he Japanese?

- Mm, Dutch actually.
- Dutch?

Mm. There's sesame
and ponzu sauce,

- which is basically soy sauce.
- All right.

Not for you?

Oh!

How long has Della
been working for you?

I'm starting
to think I work for her.

Um. We've known each
other many years.

Were you two ever...

- No. Mm-mm.
- What?

W... No, no, nothing.

We're... we're just...
We're different.

Yeah.

Well, you seem to
work well together.

Yeah, we do, for the most part.

I heard her describe me

as "tasty," which was a first.

If I picked this up,
it would be a first.

- No. Oh, no.

I had a big lunch.

- I don't want you to go hungry.
- Oh, thanks.

Can I try another?

And I'll... I'll
give you my verdict.

- Can't get enough? Oh, God.
- Tricky, right?

"J-T-R...

3-5-8."

Councilman Taylor,

when were you first elected?

1927.

And when were you
first introduced

to Brooks McCutcheon?

Can't say exactly.

Before or after
you were elected?

- Before, I believe.
- You believe?

Didn't Brooks make a
contribution to your campaign?

I have a newspaper article here
with a very nice photograph

of you both at a fundraiser.

- He did make a contribution.
- Yeah.

A very generous one,
from what we discovered.

You, uh, you outspent
your opponent, wow,

- by at least double.
- Objection.

Wh... wh... what's
the relevance of this?

I think it is
relevant to understand

how close the witness
was to the deceased

- in the narrative of my questioning.
- Is this it?

- Overruled.
- Thank you.

This
confirms the numbers.

McCutcheon Stadium...

- your district, correct?
- It is.

How much of
Brooks McCutcheon's

contribution to your campaign
went into guaranteeing

- zoning permits?
- Objection.

I withdraw the question.

Councilman, who
is Noreen Lawson?

- She's my sister.
- Is she married?

Widowed.
Husband died a few years back.

- Cancer.
- Very sorry to hear that.

Where did Noreen go to work
after her husband passed?

McCutcheon Shipping.

Who's the head
of McCutcheon Shipping?

Brooks McCutcheon.

Oh. Did Noreen and
Brooks know each other

in the shipping office?

She was one of several girls
in the stenographic pool there,

so, uh, I couldn't say.

Councilman, where
is Noreen today?

San Haven.

Would you please tell the
court what San Haven is exactly?

- A convalescent home.
- Excuse me, Counselor, a word?

- Um. Your Honor? Yes.
- Uh. Make it quick.

Let me take it from here.

Take what from here?

I think I should finish
questioning Taylor.

What?

We've lost
three, five, and eight.

Uh. I think this would be
best coming from a woman

that we have further
evidence that I doubt...

- Mr. Mason?
- Yes, uh. Yes, Your Honor.

Um. With the court's permission,
I would like Miss Street

to finish questioning
the witness.

- Sidebar.
- Both sides approach.

I'm not a fan of theatrics
in my courtroom, Mason.

Nor am I, Judge, but this is
more due to the sensitive nature

- of this testimony.
- Hmm.

I would also like to add,
Miss Street has been serving

- an apprenticeship with me.
- A... apprenticeship?

She's not even a real attorney.

Some make the same
argument about you.

Your Honor, I believe the
women in this courtroom

would be far more comfortable
if the questioning did come

from Miss Street.

I would also like
to add the questions

for the witness were
prepared well in advance.

Hmm.

- I'll allow it, but...
- Under... understood.

- Hmm. Hmm.
- Thank you.

- Miss Street.
- Thank you.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

All yours.

Take your time.

Councilman Taylor,

can you identify the
woman in this photograph?

That's Noreen.

Has she always been
in a wheelchair?

No.

In fact, she wasn't
confined to one

until she was admitted to
San Haven. Is that correct?

Yes.

Can you tell us what
happened to her?

Objection.

This line of questioning
has absolutely no relevance

- to the guilt of the defendants.
- It absolutely does.

The defendants are entitled
to present a full picture

of the circumstances of
Mr. McCutcheon's passing.

And humiliate a
productive member

of this city in the process?

Him or you?

I think Mr. Mason is
rubbing off on you too much.

- Quicken it up.
- Yes, Your Honor.

The witness
will answer the question.

What happened to your sister?

She was in a car accident.

A car accident.

I'm sorry. That must
have been awful.

What happened exactly?

She went
through the windshield.

So it was a head injury then?

From what I understand,
yes, it was.

I see.

Well, that's
interesting because...

in Noreen's medical
records, there is no mention

of a head injury.

And she doesn't have a
single scar on her head

or her face,

which she would have
had she gone through

a windshield, as
you just testified.

The report does state,
however, that her brain

was deprived of
oxygen long enough

to cause severe,
irreversible damage.

Well, I... I'm not a doctor.
What do you want from me?

A little
more thoughtfulness

on how you answer my
questions, Councilman.

- Objection!
- Sustained.

Miss Street, tread lightly.

We'll come back to this.

Can you identify
what I'm holding?

A belt.

And right here on the inside
of this belt is a monogram.

Can you read the letter for me?

- "M."
- M...

for McCutcheon.

Because this is indeed his belt.

The belt he was wearing
when he was murdered.

The same belt I believe he used
when he strangled your sister.

Objection! The murder
victim's not on trial here.

Overruled. Let's
see where this goes.

You don't know that.

Well, according to
other witnesses,

who have given a sworn
written testimony,

Brooks McCutcheon liked to
surprise women during coitus.

He would put his belt

around the woman's
neck, like so,

and then he would begin to tighten it.

And he would not
let up until he wanted to.

Even if the woman was
desperately gasping for air.

Which was your sister's
case, wasn't it?

This is a close-up photo
of Noreen's neck taken

when she was admitted
to San Haven, correct?

Yes.

Can you make out something
here on her skin?

Yes. A mark.

And what does the mark
resemble, Councilman?

An M.

An M.

And so, I refer to
my earlier question,

Councilman...

what honestly happened
to your sister?

And I'd like to remind
you, you're under oath.

- She was strangled.
- Pardon?

She was strangled.

Order. Order! Order!

You must have hated
Brooks for what he did.

Turning your vivacious sister
into a shell of a woman.

It was accidental.

Did you or did you
not threaten his life

at a party on July 4th,
1932 at the Oceano Club?

- I don't know.
- Did you not brandish a gun?

- Because according to the Malibu Register...
- I was drunk.

It was, uh... I got
a little out of hand.

A little out of hand?

"I'll kill the
perverted bastard."

I never said that!

What? We... we... we're gonna
take this rag as gospel?

Who's even heard of
the Malibu Register?

All right, what did you say?

I don't remember.

Like you didn't remember
Brooks strangled your sister?

Objection!

- Sustained.
- Nothing further.

This court will stand in recess.

I'm buying.

Operator.

Olympia, 1381.

Please hold.

Anita St. Pierre.

- Hey.
- Well, hello.

I just had to tell you I
had the most incredible day.

Good, I can't wait to hear.

And I can't
wait to tell you.

I thought I could come by,
bring a bottle of wine,

and um, all of my things.

Can we talk?

Please.

What are you doing?

Collecting my stuff.

Rafa!

- It's not over.
- We can't lose.

Right, you saw the jury's faces.

I... I was worried when...
when Mason handed it

over to Miss Street, but
shit, she's tougher than him.

We're going home,
brother. We're going home.

Shut it up.

- Fuck you.
- Rafa!

What did you say, you
fucking bean-eater?

- Oh, you think that's offensive?

- I'm proud of being Mexican.
- It's enough. Be quiet, Rafael.

He doesn't know
what he's talking about.

He hasn't been feeling...

- Open 14.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Just... just let me talk to him.
Let me talk to him. He just...

You don't have to
treat him like that.

Hey, just let...

Come on. Just let
me talk to him.

- Fuck you.
- Why I'm gonna...

Take him to the hole.

Rafa, it's gonna be all
right. Rafa!

I think
I made it clear

just how important this sort
of information is to me,

to this case.

We can't be going into the
rest of their defense blind.

Yeah?

And I think you know by now,
Mason, he ain't no rube.

He knows someone's onto him.

Peter...

you've proven yourself
to be a strong asset

to this office.

The boys in your department
talk about just how devious

you can be to get what you need.

- It's the job.
- It is.

I certainly couldn't do it.

Takes a particular type.

I can see how you
rubbed off on Mason.

But do you really
want Mason to think

- that he's smarter than you?

Unless, of course, he is.

Find me something I can use.

Do you like seagulls, Mason?

- I don't really have an opinion.
- Nasty fuckers.

Scavengers, really.

Pull a hot dog right
out of your hand.

Well...

take 'em or leave 'em?

Still don't trust me
after what I brought you?

Not a chance.

Let's go.

The ships got loaded
up in Long Beach.

When Brooks was
alive, they'd head up

towards Port Hueneme, just
south of Santa Barbara.

Why?

Well, Brooks was payin' fellas
under the table to unload

the produce there.

You know, sold it around,
make a couple bucks.

And got in cahoots with
this guy named Goldstein.

Well, what does he have
to say about all this?

Not much.

He was butchered four days
after Brooks was killed.

After that, that's
when all the ships

stopped going up
there altogether.

Well, if the ships are no
longer going to Hueneme,

where are they going?

Well, maybe
they could tell us.

Holy shit.

That's oil.

Yep.

- Oil?
- Yes.

This is what Lydell's
been covering up

this whole time.

Not just some bullshit
about protecting

the McCutcheon family name.

But... but what
is he covering up?

Tha... I don't know, yet.

So how does this help our case?

Well, that's
what I'm gonna find out.

I'm thinking we should rest.

- Are... are you being serious?
- Yeah.

We have what we wanted.

We undermined the
prosecution's case.

We tore apart Vincent Taylor.
We have our reasonable doubt.

Yes, and this morning, I
might have agreed with you,

- but, Della, we...
- I'm just worried

that the more we prolong
this, the more exposed we are.

Look how we're exposing Lydell.

Look what you just
did to Vincent Taylor.

No, no, no. We gotta keep going.

What are you doing?

Waiting for
your damn brother.

What time is it?

3:30.

The man should've
been back by now.

You
think something happened?

I don't know, Clara.

Well, you think maybe
you need to go look?

- What you doing up?
- Did you see it?

- No.
- Nothing?

I just said
I didn't, Paul.

- Give me the notebook.
- Here.

I need to hit the
sack, all right?

My eyes killing
me from all that squinting.

Wait, wait. Mo, Mo.

Mo, what is this?

It's the license plate numbers
of anybody that stopped.

It was dark in the car. I'll
tell you them all in the morning.

All right, you get the,
uh, uh, color, right?

Right there next to
the license number.

But what about the make?

I couldn't always tell.

I got a few of them.

- A few?
- What's it matter?

You got the license.

But what did I tell you to do?

If you see it, you
fucking write it.

And I did.

Shit, all the comings and
goings of all the people.

Hell, I even wrote down
when the fucking corner boys

ate a goddamn jelly sandwich.
What the fuck more do you want?

For you to not act like
a goddamn ditch digger.

- Hey.
- Fuck you, man.

Hey! Paul!

Are you losing your mind?

Who in the hell do you
think you're talking to?

What you gon... You
picking his side now?

You mind how you talk to
my brother in his house.

What's going on?

Why the f... Nothing.

Councilman
Vincent Taylor

will return for
cross-examination.

Your Honor, permission
to approach the bench?

Your Honor, something pressing,

and rather upsetting has
come to my attention.

I have credible and newly
discovered information

that Mr. Mason is actively
concealing the murder weapon

in his private
safe at his office.

- In my chambers now.

After you.

- What's going on?
- I'm not sure.

I warned the two of you.

I will not have this trial
turn into a goddamn circus!

It's not my
intention, Your Honor.

And yet, here I am,
trying to control

you two fucking clowns. Jesus!

Well, Counselor...

is Milligan's allegation true?

Y... Your Honor, I would... I would like
to speak with my colleague, Miss Street?

I... I believe there's
precedence here.

That sounds like an
affirmative, Your Honor.

I would like to request a
court order for Mr. Mason

to surrender the gun.

Given Mr. Mason's
disrespect for this court,

and flagrant disregard of rules,
I don't believe a court order

would be sufficient.

Instead, we will all
take a field trip.

To your office.

The jury will
adjourn for the day,

and this trial will stand
at recess until tomorrow.

What?

How bad?

Open it.

Your Honor, I have a
question about admissibility.

I don't. Open the
safe, Mr. Mason. Now!

Bailiff, if you would look
for the weapon, please.

Your Honor, the people
request a short amount of time

to perform ballistics
testing on the gun.

Granted.

Your Honor, we hope that
by handling this privately,

away from the jury,
we've avoided a mistrial.

Also, we request that
Mr. Mason be held

in contempt and taken into
custody for concealing evidence.

That won't be
necessary at this time,

but it is certainly
not off the table.

I want you both in my chambers
tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.m.

Let me know if you need the
name of a good public defender.

You know, they making
listening devices

smaller and smaller these days.

Here, here. Uh.
"Olmstead vs. the U.S.

The dissent argues for
a wider application

of the exclusionary
principle." It's post-Mayen.

Maybe Durkin would be open
to the illegal search,

- and seizure angle.
- You talk to Anita about work?

- Sometimes.
- You ever talk about the case?

Seriously?

W... Did you tell Clara
when you found the gun?

Careful now, Perry.

Sorry.

You're being absurd.

Well, someone
tipped Milligan off.

I'm willing to bet it
wasn't the Gallardos.

Are you sure there hadn't
been anybody else in here?

Kids deliverin'
sandwiches, anything?

Are you looking
for someone in particular,

Mr. Mason?

This is a nice surprise...

I'm gonna ask you
something, and I need you

to tell me the truth.

Okay.

Was it you?

Was what me?

When you were in my
office the other day,

what... what... What did
you overhear?

Nothing. I... I spoke to
your secretary for a mo...

No, no, no. When
Della and I were talking,

what did you overhear?

Nothing.

Ginny, the prosecution found
the murder weapon in my safe.

You were the only other person
signed into that logbook.

Why was the murder weapon
in your safe, Perry?

Don't... don't do that. Don't...

Don't play dumb with
me 'cause if I find out

you're... you're
lying, I will...

What?

You'll do what?

You were in my office,

and you overheard what
we were talking about.

I didn't hear anything.

Do you honestly think that I
would do something like that?

Okay, um.

Why don't you sit down?
I'll make you a drink.

And you can start
at the beginning,

and I will try to
understand what the hell

- you're talking about.
- Oh, you are so full of shit.

There you are.

- Hey! Hey!

No. No.

No.