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My father was part of a
special envoy to France

at the end of the war.

He was quite influential
with some of the language

in the Treaty of Versailles.

You don't say?

President Poincaré gave him this bottle

from the personal
collection of Napoleon.

There's an inscription by him
on the inside of the label.

See what it says? "À la victoire."

- Yeah, I don't speak...
- To victory.

It's good.

- Where are you from, Peter?
- Uh, it's Pete. San Bernardino.

San Bernardino. Were you
on the force out there?

For a few years.

LA must've been a nice
step up from that place.

More bang for your buck in this city.

Hmm.

I'd say a lot more.

- What's this?
- Your bonus.

I don't need to know the
particulars of how you did it.

I just wish that you could have
seen the look on Mason's face

when I told the judge.

Pretty sure I can picture it.

Sincerely though.

The loyalty that you've
shown to me in this office

is gonna go a long way, Pete.

Yeah.

Another belt?

Nah.

Wasted on a guy like me.

- Good morning. Hmm.
- He's running a few minutes late.

Did you really think I wouldn't
figure this one out?

Oh, my God.

You know, I would say, it would be worth

you spending sometime in law school,

but after this meeting,
it might be a moot point.

Fuck you, Milligan.

Off to an auspicious start,
I see, Mr. Mason.

Anything I need to know about?

- Anything that I do?
- Sit, sit.

I spent a good part of the
night looking further into this,

and I could not find a single precedent

to base a decision in this matter on.

Nor do I care to.

What in God's name were you thinking?

I was... I was just doing what I
thought was best for my clients.

That's an interesting
way of going about it.

- Tommy.
- Judge, the citizens of this city

are on edge.

They want justice...
and they deserve it.

And part of that justice is
making sure that it's known

that Mr. Mason needed to conceal
evidence in order to hide the fact

that his clients murdered
Brooks McCutcheon.

Now, I think that charges
of accessory after the fact

- are a fitting consequence.
- Yeah,

save the histrionics for the jury.

You've created quite a
shit show, my friend.

I'm ready to declare a mistrial.

Durkin.

Uh, Your Honor, a mistrial
wouldn't serve anyone.

I think all parties agree

we need to bring this to
a conclusion of some sort.

We can try this again. I'm not worried.

Your Honor, if news of
the gun were made public,

it would taint any jury going forward.

Then maybe you shouldn't have hidden it.

All right, all right. Now,
here's what we're going to do.

Your office will put together
a brief outlining two things.

A plan for going forward with the trial,

and the charges you plan
to bring against Mr. Mason.

This will include an argument
for making the gun admissible.

- Your Honor...
- And I do not want one leak

about this gun.

Brief on my desk, Friday
morning. That's all.

Need some help?

No, I'm... I'm good.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I'm busy.

Perry Mason's office.

One moment.

It's Pete Strickland.

Hey.

You ever drink cognac?

Not really, no.

Pussy punch is what they should call it.

Is that what they're drinking down
at the DA's office to celebrate?

Listen...

I don't like leaving
things bad between us.

I just...

Sometimes I get myself
pulled into things.

And I don't feel good about it,
but I do it anyway.

Yeah, I've been there.

Anyway, I just needed you
to hear that from me.

You broke into our safe.

You shouldn't have made it so easy.

How did I make it easy?

You never even changed the combination?

E.B.'s birthday?

How could you fucking
betray me like that?

- Betray you?
- Yeah.

Betray you?

After all the shit that you fucking
dragged me through, Perry?

Oh, don't... don't start that again.

- Don't fucking start that again!
- Don't fucking tell me

what to start and not start.
You know what?

- We've been through this.
- You've been through this?

- Yeah.
- Shut the fuck up. Scram.

Why don't you just get
back on your tricycle

before you embarrass yours...

Get off of me!

So... what are we gonna
do about the case?

There's nothing to do.

I'm gonna get disbarred
and thrown in jail.

So, that's it? Doesn't sound like you.

I've got this one long shot.

Clickety-clack.

If I can piece together, some
fucking bizarre evidence...

I could possibly take down some
of the biggest names in this city.

So let's do it.

Della, you know how long
this meeting is gonna take?

I hate leaving that corner
unmanned for too long.

- So, still nothing?
- No.

Do you think Ozzie could've lied?

No. No, Della, I can guarantee
there's no chance of that.

Oh, no. No, no, no.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.

- I know this isn't ideal.
- No, it's far from ideal, Perry.

Mason thought you all
could use an extra hand.

And this is what you brought us?

- I'm not working with him.
- Nothing's keeping you here.

Well, he is here to make amends...

- Oh, Perry. Perry.
- ... because he was the...

You're not gonna... no, don't...

Because he was the one
who broke into our safe.

What?

- I'm not surprised.
- What?

- Trash is trash.
- Oh, my fucking...

- That's my point, Perry.
- You son of a bitch.

- I know.
- What the hell were you thinking?

All right, ease...
Okay, ease up, you two.

- Ease up.
- Stop.

Dirty fucking cracker.

- You just call me a cracker?
- Oh, you heard me.

- No, I heard you.
- Stop.

I heard you. You want
to take it outside?

- What are you gonna do?
- Stop, stop.

- I'll go. Let's go right now.
- Stop it!

- Shut the fuck up.
- What you gonna do about it?!

- I'll do two in one day.
- Stop!

Stop it! What is wrong with you?

You want to lose two fights
today? Be my guest.

This is my responsibility. All of it.

But I'm gonna ask all
of you for your help

'cause I think we owe those brothers

everything we've got
until Friday morning.

Friday morning, Pete
Strickland is fair game.

You do to him whatever you want.

Whatever you want.

Okay.

Della, he's the only one who
knows what Milligan's got.

Thank you. Shut the fuck up!

All right. With that said...

Della, what's Burger going
to ask for from this brief?

He's gonna make arguments
to have the case continue

with the gun in evidence.

Right. And that thing will
drop on Durkin's desk

in less than two days, so let's
forget about where we were.

Let's start with where
we are, all right?

What do we know?

I'm told your emperor is fond of horses.

Yes.

Shirayuki is Emperor Hirohito's
most cherished possession.

A good steed can give joy and
pride like nothing else can.

If he's ever looking for more,

I recently put an Arabian out to stud.

A perfect specimen.

It'd be an honor to
give it to the emperor

as a gesture of my appreciation.

- You're very kind, but not necessary.
- Gentlemen.

Now that we've gotten all the pomp

and circumstance out of the way...

I look forward to speaking with
you gentlemen again soon.

What the hell was that?

It was difficult to speak with our
business partners from my seat.

It would've been rude
to go the whole meal

without saying hello.

Oh, come now, Lydell,
there's no conspiracy here.

We all want the same
thing out of this deal.

Can't we forget about
business for a moment

and just speak as friends?

- "Friends?"
- Yes.

Lydell.

All those unpleasant truths about Brooks

that were made so public in court.

I can only imagine your shame.

But this will pass. People will move on.

My grandsons won't.

They'll wake up without
a father every day

for the rest of their lives.

And their lasting memory
of him will be his name

on the front pages of
the paper as a deviant.

Today's newspaper wraps tomorrow's fish.

You have the power to make
people remember Brooks

the way you want him to be remembered.

And what do you suggest
in your infinite wisdom?

Well...

A... a monument or...

... something that could depict Brooks

in whatever you think is his best light

as opposed to all this ugliness.

It could serve as a beautiful
tribute to your son.

What do you know of beauty,
you fucking barren spinster?

You've said enough.

Of course.

An act of the most egregious
moral turpitude, period.

Furthermore, comma, the defense
counsel's conduct violates...

What are you doing here?

Remember the night of
the lightning storm?

At the Adam and Eve?

Your "friend" the architect
stumbled over to our table...

I do, and voice down.

What did I say when he left?

Uh...

Yeah, um, you said, uh...

"And here I thought

I was the only modern architecture
enthusiast around."

That was the best night.

To know I wasn't alone.

What is this, Della?

I'm concerned.

- About?
- You.

If someone leaned on you
to offer us that plea deal,

- if they're still leaning on you...
- Stop it. Stop it.

Honestly, I don't know
if I'm more offended

that you would exploit our
friendship to try to win a case,

or that you actually thought

this "I'm concerned" move
would work on me.

I am concerned.

And I want to finish what I started.

- It is finished.
- No, it's more than the gun

and the brothers, and you know that.

You had one good day in court.

Do you think that means
you can change the world?

Ham... I'm looking for the truth.

You won't like it.

Blackmail?

By whom? Lydell?

I don't know who it is.

Oh, Ham.

I'm so sorry.

I am so careful and they still got in.

You cannot and should
not go poking into this.

It's not worth it.

If we can figure out who's
behind the blackmail,

- we can hit them back.
- Christ.

You're starting to sound like Mason.

Accept defeat gracefully.

- Let the Feds handle the rest.
- Feds?

Why would the Feds handle anything?

Just let it go.

Anything else?

They're not letting him see visitors.

He's fine.

He got accepted to art school.

- I didn't even know he applied.
- Hmm.

I'll let you decide if you want
to give it to him or not.

He's become a liability.

I don't like it.

Hmm.

You saw him at the lunch.

He snapped at me out of nowhere.

That sort of display is frowned upon,

especially amongst the Orientals.

Perhaps he doesn't like it when
you undercut him in public.

Which reminds me,

did you remember to send
our Japanese friends

an invitation to the concert?

It was hand-delivered to
the embassy this morning.

Anything on your mind, Phippsy?

I'm fine.

No, you're not. You're distant.

If you're not pleased with
my work, you should say so.

Don't be paranoid.

All I'm suggesting is...

you seem tired.

Yes.

Well, the Sun never sets
on the Nygaard Empire.

I've been thinking...

I wonder if there's room for
Della Street in our office.

- What do you know, fucko?
- Goddamn it.

Take a look. Place is
swarming with inspectors.

Really?

Who knew that federal government
cared so much about produce?

Come on.

You tellin' me this is
all about price gouging?

Does the DA know you're
moonlightin' for the other side?

Does your wife know you're
moonlightin' as an asshole?

All right. How... how often
do these boats leave port?

No idea.

My guy in the fed office says
they always leave at night.

So clearly, they don't want people
to see what they're dumping.

Any idea where they're headed?

Some port in Japan.

We got to get on that
boat. Get a better look.

Figure out why they're
dumping all that veg, Perry.

And that's my cue.

- It's been lovely, gentlemen.
- Thank you.

Say, think we can pass for deckhands?

Did you hear what he said?
It's headed to Japan.

Yeah, but they gotta be
dumping it close to shore,

otherwise it wouldn't wash up.

So we go,

see why, grab a lifeboat,
and get outta there.

All right, let's try.

I'd lose the leather jacket.

What? What?

What if I'm freezing on the boat?

Ever known a deckhand to wear leather?

- Hey, Mason.
- What?

Put that on.

It's still gonna be fucking freezing.

- Just put it on.
- Shut up!

Hey, you feel that?

- What?
- Feels like we've stopped.

- Release the bow!
- I told you it wouldn't be far.

Clear the halyard.

- Here we go.
- Tie it off.

Somebody help secure that line.

Holy shit, Perry.
It's another fucking boat.

Oh, my God.

Would you look at that?

- That's black gold, Perry.
- Yeah. That's a lot of oil.

What the hell you think
they're doing with it?

I don't know, but we don't
have time to find out.

We gotta get the fuck off this thing.

Go.

Mase, lifeboat.

What? Those things hold 40 people.

You don't think we'll get noticed?

Shit.

You know what? I can still
make out the shore from here.

We ain't that far. We just got
to grab one of them crates

- that they threw over the side.
- What? Hold on. Hold on.

You're not suggesting we swim back?

Oh, I don't know. Either
that or learn Japanese.

Goddammit!

Hey.

We'll be on land in an hour, tops.

Holy fucking God.

And you thought stealing
a horse was going too far?

- Hey.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

Well, how else am I supposed to see you?

You left before breakfast. Hmm.

Thank you.

Clara.

I don't need the hows and the whys.

You want to keep it locked
up? Fine, I'll respect it.

Clara, I'm just up to my
neck on this one and...

- I don't want you drowning, too.
- Paul, if you drownin',

I'm drownin'.

So whatever happened,

I don't need you treating me
like I was the one who did it.

You're right.

It's just...

Clara, the choices I... I made,

they used to have fewer consequences.

They didn't have this long reach.

What does that mean?

It means I'm scared, Clara.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Please.

Come here.

You look tired.

I'm not gonna fight you on that one.

Well, maybe you should rest a while.

I can watch the corner.

- No, no, no.
- Why? What?

"What?" It's a bad idea,
Clara. It's dangerous.

How so? I'm just watching and writing.

You need to rest.

Something happens in the next
hour, trust me, I'll wake you.

Fine.

- We're looking for a...
- Old White man

in a fancy red car.

Clara.

I know.

White girl. Blue sedan.

Now, shut your mouth
and close your eyes.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you, Clara Drake.

What is this?

It's passage on the
Santa Paula to Havana.

Why am I going there?

Because you won't accept reality,

and I have no other choice with you.

I'll tell Elizabeth and the
boys it's for the company.

If this is about announcing
the team at the soup kitchen,

you have to trust me that...

Every time I tell you to do something,

it blows through your ears
like the goddamn wind.

There are other people who
matter in all your fuckups.

What other people?

Oh, this is about the subpoena.

You will get on that boat,
you will stay in Havana,

and you will not come
back until I tell you to.

"Concentrate on your charity work."

- What?
- Those were your words to me.

And that's what I did.

Taking all that produce
you were greedily wasting.

Feeding a nation that's starving.

I mean, I think the Feds
would understand that.

I didn't tell you about it,

but what are we talking here?

A fine at worst?

But this illegal oil
deal you have going...

Yeah.

I have nothing to do with that.

I mean, you made it very clear

I was to have nothing to
do with your business.

My hands are clean.

So, I'm not so sure

I'm the one with the real fuckups
right now, am I, Father?

I don't think I'm going anywhere.

From what I understand,

Brooks McCutcheon was
under federal investigation

before his death.

And the Bureau said you were
the man to see about the matter.

Brooks was doing business
with a produce distributor

- named Charlie Goldstein.
- He certainly was.

The two of them made a
nice little piece of change

selling produce around the country.

Trouble is they neglected
to notify us first.

Do you think they knew you
were investigating them?

Think the subpoenas probably
tipped 'em off, yeah.

Brooks and Goldstein were subpoenaed?

Called to testify before a grand jury.

Neither one made it.

Is the case file confidential?

Do you have access to it?

Yes. And yes.

Just a moment.

Of course.

What?

Nah, I'm just remembering the
first time you assisted me,

at that rent party around
the corner from here.

How long had you been on
the force? About a week?

No, five days.

The, um... the first big
assignment I had on my own,

and he said, uh, "Drake,
them people too loud.

You've got to go down
there and break that up."

Mm.

But I walked through that door

and see the most gorgeous
woman I've ever seen.

She is dancing.

- Mm.
- Oh, my goodness,

in a way that make the good Lord blush.

Oh, you such a liar.

Then you get right up in my face.

- You remember what you said?
- Oh, I never forgot.

I said, "Look here, cop,

either you start moving
your feet to this beat,

or you take your Black ass
back out on that street."

Oh, Clara Drake.

I'm so happy that I started
moving my feet with you

and not out that door.

Hmm.

'Til them other police came.

I know.

And you had to duck out
that back bedroom window

with your pants round your ankles.

Paul.

That's her.

Okay.

That's it.

Well, it must have been a hard...

Oh.

- I thought you were Mr. Denning.
- Mr. Denning had an emergency.

He won't be coming back
to the office today.

- But he was just...
- That'll be all, Miss Street.

Mason and associates.

Marion, it's Della. I
need to speak to Perry.

It's urgent.

Della thinks Brooks
was taking the produce

that Lydell was dumping and
selling it on the black market.

Another losing scheme by the
bumbling prince of the city.

Yeah, but the Feds got wind of it.

So they subpoena him and Goldstein

to testify about the scam.

And someone's worried
that's not the only thing

- they'll testify about, huh?
- Ain't that the truth?

So, then why the big charade?

Why pretend to send veg to Japan,

- and sneak on all that oil?
- That I don't know.

Maybe he's trying to hide his
profits from the government?

- Yeah.
- May I offer something?

Um, yeah, of course.

Could it be possible the
Japanese are using the oil

for their military?

Who are they at war with?

- Oh, my God.
- They've taken over Korea,

Manchuria, China will probably be next.

See, it's here.

"League Member Nations call
for embargoes on Japan."

And McCutcheon clearly
wouldn't want anyone knowing

he was selling oil to them.

Making buckets of cash under the table.

And Brooks's little side scam

was shining a very bright
light on Daddy's bigger one.

So Daddy needed to
extinguish that light.

If that's true, that means...

Lydell really did have
his own son killed.

Okay, Clara, you wait here.

No, Paul, you can't go up to that house.

Not around here.

So, what do I say?

How about I'm a maid looking for work?

No, no, no, Clara.
We've got to get a name.

How about, uh, you're Jehovah's Witness?

Uh-uh. I don't know nothing
about those people.

Clara, Clara, all you've got
to do is ask for a donation.

Then you ask for their names

so you can inscribe them
into the Kingdom of Heaven.

Clara, you sure about this?

Hell no.

Be careful.

- Hello?
- Hello.

Ma'am, I was wondering if I could
have a moment of your time.

Come in.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

I know you.

You do?

You're Josephine Baker.

No, ma'am.

You're such a beautiful
negro, Josephine.

Have you come to dance for me?

Let me play you something.

Ma'am?

- Oh, dear God.
- Pull!

You're anticipating, Phillip.

Wait until the pigeon is at the
high point of its trajectory.

And don't lean back so much.
Weight forward. Watch.

Pull!

See what I mean?

Mm.

You should listen to your grandfather.

He knows plenty about hitting targets.

What are you doing here, Mason?

Just returning something you dropped.

- Phillip.
- Yes, sir?

Go play.

You know, this whole time
I thought you were worried

about protecting your son's name,

but you were just... you were
just protecting your profits.

Now, don't get me wrong,
I'm a lousy dad,

but I would do anything
to protect my son.

Just get to what you want.

I want a fair deal for my clients.

And just how am I supposed to do that?

You work that out with Burger.

But you bring us something
better this time.

Because if you don't,

if I'm suddenly no longer around
when this offer is completed,

then all my research goes
to the FBI and the press,

telling them that you've
been feeding the fish

more fruits and vegetables

then you have people in
your own soup kitchen.

- No.
- No, no. I can tell them more.

I can tell them a whole lot more.

How you illegally schemed with
the Japanese to sell them oil.

And how you had such little
faith in your own son

not to tell people about it

that you paid to have him executed.

I did nothing but try to save him!

But he wouldn't let me!

And you and everyone else made
it impossible to protect his name.

I won't take the blame for this.

Hey! Hey! You in the car.

- Afternoon, ma'am.
- You can't just park here.

I'm just waiting for my wife.

She works in the kitchen in one
of them houses over there.

I've never seen you here before.

I know. She just started.

She should be out,
I mean, any second now,

and then we gonna be right out your way.

Thank you, ma'am.

Shit. Come on, Clara.

Shit.

I'm home.

Any interest in going to
Perino's this evening?

I ran into Gerald Nance,

who said that he and his
wife were headed there.

Constance!

Constance! Constance!

Constance!

Oh, goddamn it!

How much did you use?

Constance! Fuck!

Yes, I need an ambulance
sent to the Phipps residence.

820, North Canon Drive.

820, North Canon Drive.

Yes. Yes, I understand. Please hurry.

- Are you okay, are you okay?
- Paul, drive.

Brooks was clearly a liability to you.

How are you not to blame for his death?

Because I didn't want it, goddammit!

Then who did?

Rafa?

Rafa?

Pardon the interruption, Miss Nygaard.

From this afternoon.

Get Mr. Phipps on the phone.

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