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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?

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.

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'd 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!

- 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,

at 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.

You got him.

- 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 boys 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.

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.

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

Marion...

I...

have some information
about Brooks McCutcheon

I think you might find interesting.

Are you trying
to bargain your way out of testifying?

Yeah, I want off the list.

You were Brooks' 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...

ace of an investigator.

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 you 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 walk
with them little chicken legs she got,

let alone dance.

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

- Not that I'm not happy...
- You've known me since a kid.

You ain't gotta do this! No!

- Please, man!
- Paul?

- Yeah.
- Put it away.

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

More than one.

You been tossing and turning
the last couple of nights.

Look, Clara,

now, you know there ain't
nothing for you to worry about.

'Cause tonight's just about us.

We'll see.

Hey, where'd you get them shoes?

- What?
- Sneakers, Converse.

- Where'd you get 'em 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.

No. 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?

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.

I'm glad to hear it.

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 so 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.

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.

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.

What'd 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.
- 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?

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

Maybe I should prepare the questions.

Sure. Just don't tread too lightly.

Would be nice if we had something
that definitively tied Brooks

to Noreen's "accident."

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.

Yes. H... Hi! Hi! I'll be right out.

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, Holcomb said he would...
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.

My God.

Thank you.

So, do you come here a lot?

A few times.

A man I dated introduced it to me.

Was he... Was he Japanese?

- Dutch, actually.
- Dutch.

There's sesame and ponzu sauce,
which is basically soy sauce.

All right.

Not for you?

How long has Della been working for you?

Starting to think I work for her.
We've known each other many years.

Were you two ever...

- No.
- What?

What... 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.

I had a big lunch.

- I don't want you to go hungry.
- 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...

three... five... eight."

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... You outspent your opponent!

- By at least double.
- Objection.

What's the relevance of this?

I think it's 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.

Did Noreen and Brooks know each other
in the shipping office?

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

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?

- Your Honor?
- Make it quick.

Yes.

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.

I think this would be best
coming from a woman

that we have further evidence
that I doubt...

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

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.

I would also like to add,

Miss Street has been serving
an apprenticeship with me.

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.

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

Thank you.

- Miss Street.
- Thank you.

You sure?

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's 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... 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...
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, 1-3-8-1.

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 all of my things.

Can we talk?

Please.

- What are you doing?
- Collecting my stuff.

Rafa!

It's not over.

We can't lose.

You saw the jury's faces.

I... I was worried when...
when Mason handed 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?

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, wait.

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

You don't have to treat him like that.

Hey, just... Wait!

Come on, just let me talk to him.

Fuck you!

Take him to the hole.

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

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.

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.

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 paying fellas
under the table

to unload the produce there.

You know, sold it around,
made a couple of bucks.

And got in cahoots
with this guy named Goldstein.

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.

If the ships are no longer going
up 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 some bullshit about protecting
the McCutcheon family name.

But... But what is he covering up?

That-- 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 Taylor.

No, no, no. We gotta keep going.

What are you doing?

Waiting for your damn brother.

What time is it?

3:30 a.m.

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 are killing me
from all that squinting.

Wait, wait, Mo. Mo...

Mo, what is this?

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

Look, it was dark in the car.
I'll tell you them all in the morning.

All right, you get the color, right?

Right there next to the license number.

But what about the make?

I couldn't always tell.

I got a few of 'em.

A few?

What's the 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... You picking his side now?

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

What's going on?

What the... 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?

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.

A... A field trip?

To your office.

The jury will adjourn for the day,

and this trial shall 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're making listening
devices smaller and smaller these days.

Here, here. "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?

What... 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 delivering 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 did you overhear?

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

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.

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.

You are so full of shit.

There you are.

Hey! Hey!

No. No.