- (BIRDS CHIRPING)
- (ENGINE REVVING)
- (TEENAGER GRUNTING)
- (ROCKS CLATTERING)
- (METAL ROD CLANGING)
- (GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
- _
- EUGENE HOLCOMB: Don't be stupid, Ed.
How we supposed to operate
if we can't get the
g*dd*mn lights to work?
I'll try and get an electrician
out there this afternoon.
Yeah, you do that. The f*ck
does this monkey want?
Good morning.
(CLICKS TONGUE) What do you want?
Ah, to see your face.
See my face?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
PAUL DRAKE: Have a good day.
_
g*dd*mn it.
(DRILL WHIRRING)
(DRILL STOPS)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (MUSIC FADES)
- (TRAFFIC RUMBLING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
sh*t. 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.
(CHUCKLES)
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.
(DOOR OPENS)
- (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
- Thanks again! (CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MUSIC FADES)
THOMAS MILLIGAN:
So, Mr. Davenport, this gold coin
that Brooks McCutcheon was
carrying, just how rare is it?
There are only three
documented in existence.
THOMAS: Who possesses the other two?
LEONARD DAVENPORT:
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.
- JUDGE DURKIN: Sustained.
(CROWD MURMURING)
Thank you, Mr. Davenport.
JUDGE DURKIN: 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.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
JUDGE DURKIN: Very well.
Then this court shall stand in
recess until Thursday morning,
which time the defense
will begin their case.
- (CAMERA CLICKING)
- (GAVEL BANGS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Full steam ahead.
DELLA STREET: Milligan had three
more witnesses on his list.
- Why'd they suddenly rest?
- PERRY MASON: 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.
- PERRY: Why not?
DELLA: Because after what he
said to you at the racetrack,
he doesn't strike me as the
type to fire warning sh*ts.
I'll meet you back at the office.
PERRY: 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.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
- MORRIS: Come on!
- (GRUNTS)
- MORRIS: Yeah, take him down.
- (CROWD CHEERING)
- Come on.
- (GRUNTS)
Nah, that shoulder was
down more than a second.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- This ain't work. (SIGHS)
- Hey.
(CHUCKLES)
- These them Serbs?
- Yeah.
PAUL: Big m*therf*ckers.
MORRIS: (LAUGHING) 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.
(LAUGHS) f*ck 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
: a.m. to : 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.
(SIGHS)
PAUL: You good?
- When's it start?
- Now.
Taking Clara out for
our anniversary tonight.
- (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
- I got a nickel on this match.
(SIGHS) f*ck it. I never win anyway.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (GROANS)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(SCREWDRIVER CREAKING)
PERRY: Oh, that looks good.
Hey, Marion, who...
HOLCOMB: You know, if you
really wanna keep people out,
you should install a double cylinder.
Requires a key on both
sides of the door.
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- That could come in handy
for when witnesses I subpoena
show up unannounced.
- (INHALES) I need a minute.
- PERRY: Yeah, I figured.
Marion.
(SIGHS)
(MUSIC FADES)
HOLCOMB: I, uh...
have some information
about Brooks McCutcheon
I think you might find interesting.
(SCOFFS)
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 b*rned 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.
(LAUGHS) Oh, my God.
You really are desperate.
Look, this is the last f*cking 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... (SIGHS)
... I gotta figure out how to make
this sh*t 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 sh*t, 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.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(SCOFFS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHUCKLES)
PERRY: 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.
(DOOR LOCK CLICKING, SQUEAKING)
(CHAIN RATTLES)
PETE STRICKLAND: Jesus, Mason.
What did you do?
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (DOOR THUDS SHUT)
- (GASPS, GROANS)
f*ck!
(GROANS)
(ELEVATOR DINGING)
(SIGHS)
- (MUSIC FADES)
- (ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS)
How do ya do, ma'am?
Do the... Do the Petersons
still live on this floor?
- No.
- STRICKLAND: My mistake.
Have yourself a lovely day, ma'am.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
- (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
CLARA DRAKE: 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.
- Hmm.
- Hell, she can't even walk
with them little chicken legs she got,
let alone dance.
(EXHALES)
Well, maybe this club's
standards have gone down...
OZZIE JACKSON: You've
known me since a kid.
You ain't gotta do this!
- No!
- (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- OZZIE: Please, man! Please, man!
- CLARA: Paul?
- Paul?
- Yeah.
CLARA: Put it away.
(LIVELY MUSIC CONTINUES)
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.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
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.
- CLARA: Paul...
- You get 'em off Ozzie Jackson?
- No, what the f...
- No, no, no. Tell me the truth.
- Don't lie to me.
- Paul!
- TEENAGER: 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.
- (MUSIC FADES)
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
Mason and Associates.
Oh...
No, uh, it's all right.
I'll come over shortly.
(ENGINE REVVING)
- DELLA: Have a good night.
- DRIVER: 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.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
("MI PAR D'UDIR ANCORA"
PLAYING OVER GRAMOPHONE)
Miss Nygaard?
(TENOR SINGING IN ITALIAN)
(MUSIC GROWING LOUDER)
(IN ENGLISH) Oh, good.
(CHUCKLES)
(MUSIC QUIETENS)
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?"
- (CHUCKLES)
- It is extraordinary.
- (GASPS) 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.
- DELLA: 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.
(INHALES)
- May I ask you something?
- DELLA: Of course.
Have you any experience with marijuana?
- No.
- (CAMILLA NYGAARD GASPING)
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. (SIGHS)
It unsettles me.
Don't be shy. I want your opinion.
- That's why I asked.
- (INHALES)
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.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
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.
(CAMILLA HUMMING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Good afternoon.
- (DOOR CLOSING)
- Mason in?
- MARION KANG: He's in the field.
HOLCOMB: This is for him.
- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (DOOR OPENING) _
(DOOR CLOSING)
(METAL GATE SHUTTING)
How's Luisa?
(SCOFFS) 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.
(CHUCKLES)
Maybe I should start praying in here
for you and Maria to
survive her craziness.
(CHUCKLES)
It's nice to see that
smile on your face.
How's Rafa?
(IN SPANISH) _
_
_
_
_
(DOOR CLOSING)
_
MATEO GALLARDO: No, no, no, no.
_
_
(IN ENGLISH) And give her
something else to pray about?
- (MATEO CHUCKLES)
- No, thank you.
Mateo?
I really miss you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
"Petechial hemorrhage."
What does that mean?
Blood vessels bursting
under the eyelids.
I paid a visit to our friend,
Virgil, at the morgue.
DELLA: Oh, what it cost you?
A buck and a promise
I would go and see him
in No, No, Nanette,
- at his community theater.
- (CHUCKLES)
Not enough alcohol in the world.
Oh, believe me.
DELLA: 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.
(EXHALES)
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 g*n.
No, the smoking g*n's
in our safe. (SIGHS)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Mr. Mason?
- Yeah?
Miss Aimes is here to see you.
PERRY: 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.
PERRY: Yeah, so I'll be right there.
DELLA: 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.
- DELLA: Hey.
- Yeah.
- Nice work. She's tasty.
(WHISPERS) Oh, my God.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (MUSIC FADES)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
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?
- GINNY AIMES: Mm, Dutch actually.
- Dutch?
Mm.
There's sesame and ponzu sauce,
which is basically soy sauce.
All right.
(CHUCKLES)
Not for you?
Oh!
(CHUCKLES)
How long has Della been working for you?
(EXHALES) I'm starting to
think I work for her. Um.
We've known each other many years.
Were you two ever...
(LAUGHS)
- 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. (CLICKS TONGUE)
- (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
PERRY: I had a big lunch.
- GINNY: I don't want you to go hungry.
- Oh, thanks. (CLEARS THROAT)
(SMACKS LIPS) Can I try another?
And I'll... I'll give you my verdict.
Can't get enough?
- Oh, God.
- Tricky, right?
(MUSIC FADES)
- (CRICKETS CHIRPING)
- (MORRIS YAWNS)
- (ENGINE STARTING)
- (YAWNS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (ENGINE RUMBLING)
(ENGINE IDLING)
"J-T-R...
- - ."
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
PERRY: Councilman Taylor,
when were you first elected?
.
And when were you first introduced
to Brooks McCutcheon?
Can't say exactly.
Before or after you were elected?
- Before, I believe.
- PERRY: 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.
- PERRY: Yeah.
A very generous one,
from what we discovered.
You, uh, you outspent
your opponent, wow,
by at least double.
THOMAS: 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.
- DELLA: Is this it?
Overruled.
- PERRY: Thank you.
- MARION: This confirms the numbers.
McCutcheon Stadium...
- your district, correct?
- It is.
PERRY: How much of Brooks
McCutcheon's contribution
to your campaign went into
guaranteeing zoning permits?
- Objection.
- I withdraw the question.
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Councilman, who is Noreen Lawson?
- She's my sister.
- PERRY: Is she married?
VINCENT TAYLOR: Widowed.
Husband d*ed a few years back.
- Cancer.
- PERRY: Very sorry to hear that.
Where did Noreen go to work
- after her husband passed?
- TAYLOR: (SIGHS)
McCutcheon Shipping.
PERRY: Who's the head
of McCutcheon Shipping?
TAYLOR: 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.
PERRY: Would you please tell the
court what San Haven is exactly?
- A convalescent home.
- Excuse me, Counselor, a word?
Um. Your Honor?
- Uh. Make it quick.
- Yes.
- (CROWD MURMURING)
- (MUSIC CONCLUDES)
Let me take it from here.
Take what from here?
I think I should finish
questioning Taylor.
What?
(WHISPERS) 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...
- JUDGE DURKIN: 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.
(CROWD MURMURING)
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.
- JUDGE DURKIN: 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.
JUDGE DURKIN: Hmm.
- I'll allow it, but...
- Under... understood.
- JUDGE DURKIN: Hmm. Hmm.
- Thank you.
- JUDGE DURKIN: Miss Street.
- Thank you.
- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.
PERRY: All yours.
(WATER POURING)
(WHISPERS) Take your time.
(SIGHS)
Councilman Taylor,
can you identify the woman
in this photograph?
That's Noreen.
Has she always been in a wheelchair?
TAYLOR: 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?
THOMAS: 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?
- (CROWD MURMURING, LAUGHING)
- (GAVEL SLAMMING)
I think Mr. Mason is rubbing
off on you too much.
- Quicken it up.
- Yes, Your Honor.
JUDGE DURKIN: 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?
TAYLOR: 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?
DELLA: A little more thoughtfulness
on how you answer my
questions, Councilman.
- Objection!
- JUDGE DURKIN: Sustained.
Miss Street, tread lightly.
We'll come back to this.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
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 m*rder*d.
The same belt I believe he used
when he strangled your sister.
Objection! The m*rder
victim's not on trial here.
Overruled. Let's see where this goes.
TAYLOR: 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.
- (CROWD MURMURING)
- DELLA: He would put his belt
around the woman's neck, like so,
- and then he would begin to tighten it.
- (CAMERA CLICKING)
DELLA: 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?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (CAMERA CLICKING)
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.
- (CROWD MURMURING)
- 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.
- DELLA: Pardon?
She was strangled.
- (CROWD GASPING, MURMURING)
- (GAVEL SLAMMING)
- JUDGE DURKIN: Order. Order! Order!
- (GAVEL SLAMMING)
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 thr*aten his life
at a party on July th,
at the Oceano Club?
- I don't know.
- Did you not brandish a g*n?
Because according to
the Malibu Register...
I was drunk. It was, uh...
- I got a little out of hand.
- (SCOFFS) A little out of hand?
"I'll k*ll 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?
(CLICKS TONGUE)
I don't remember.
Like you didn't remember
Brooks strangled your sister?
- (CROWD MURMURING)
- Objection!
- JUDGE DURKIN: Sustained.
- DELLA: Nothing further.
- This court will stand in recess.
- (GAVEL SLAMS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- I'm buying.
- (CHUCKLES)
(MUSIC FADES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(COIN RATTLING)
- OPERATOR: Operator.
- Olympia, .
OPERATOR: Please hold.
ANITA ST. PIERRE: Anita St. Pierre.
- Hey.
- ANITA: Well, hello.
I just had to tell you I had
the most incredible day.
Good, I can't wait to hear.
DELLA: 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.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
DELLA: Can we talk?
Please.
- (MUSIC FADES)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MATEO: What are you doing?
Collecting my stuff.
(GROANS)
Rafa! It's not over.
(SCOFFS)
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 sh*t, she's tougher than him.
We're going home, brother.
- We're going home.
- Shut it up.
- f*ck you.
- Rafa!
What did you say, you
f*cking bean-eater?
- Oh, you think that's offensive?
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
I'm proud of being Mexican.
(IN SPANISH) It's enough.
Be quiet, Rafael.
(IN ENGLISH) He doesn't know
what he's talking about.
- He hasn't been feeling...
- (GRUNTS)
- GUARD : Open .
- Wait, wait, wait.
Just... just let me talk to him.
Let me talk to him. He just...
(GRUNTS)
You don't have to treat him like that.
Hey, just let...
Come on. Just let me talk to him.
- f*ck you. (GROANS)
- GUARD: Why I'm gonna...
- GUARD: Take him to the hole.
- (LAUGHS)
Rafa, it's gonna be all right. Rafa!
(SCREAMS)
THOMAS: 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.
- THOMAS: It is.
I certainly couldn't do it.
Takes a particular type.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I can see how you rubbed off on Mason.
But do you really want Mason to think
that he's smarter than you?
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Unless, of course, he is.
Find me something I can use.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(MOTORBIKE ENGINE REVVING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
Do you like seagulls, Mason?
I don't really have an opinion.
Nasty f*ckers.
Scavengers, really.
Pull a hot dog right out of your hand.
(EXHALES)
Well...
take 'em or leave 'em?
Still don't trust me after
what I brought you?
Not a chance.
(EXHALES)
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
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 k*lled.
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?
HOLCOMB: Well, maybe they could tell us.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
PERRY: Holy sh*t.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
That's oil.
Yep.
(MUSIC FADES)
- DELLA: 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?
PERRY: Well, that's
what I'm gonna find out.
I'm thinking we should rest.
- Are... are you being serious?
- DELLA: 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.
- (DRINK POURING)
- (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(INHALES)
(MUSIC FADES)
What are you doing?
(GROANS)
Waiting for your damn brother.
CLARA: What time is it?
(SIGHS)
: .
The man should've been back by now.
CLARA: (GROANS)
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. (SIGHS)
- Nothing?
MORRIS: I just said I didn't, Paul.
- Give me the notebook.
- (SIGHS) Here.
- I need to hit the sack, all right?
- (SIGHS)
My eyes k*lling me from
all that squinting.
Wait, wait. Mo, Mo.
- (MORRIS SIGHS)
- 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?
(SIGHS)
I couldn't always tell.
I got a few of them.
- A few?
- MORRIS: What's it matter?
- You got the license.
- (CLARA SIGHING)
But what did I tell you to do?
If you see it, you f*cking write it.
- And I did.
- (SHUSHES)
sh*t, all the comings and
goings of all the people.
Hell, I even wrote down
when the f*cking corner boys
ate a g*dd*mn jelly sandwich.
What the f*ck more do you want?
For you to not act like
a g*dd*mn ditch digger.
- CLARA: Hey.
- f*ck 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.
(FRONT DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
- (BABY CRYING)
- (SIGHS)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR LOCK CLICKING)
(MUSIC FADES)
JUDGE DURKIN: 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 m*rder w*apon
in his private safe at his office.
- In my chambers now.
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
After you.
(DOOR OPENING)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
- What's going on?
- I'm not sure.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(CROWD MURMURING)
(MOUTHING)
(MUSIC FADES)
I warned the two of you.
I will not have this trial
turn into a g*dd*mn circus!
It's not my intention, Your Honor.
And yet, here I am, trying to
control you two f*cking 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 g*n.
JUDGE DURKIN: 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.
- (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- A b... A field trip?
To your office.
(DOOR CLOSING)
(CROWD MURMURING)
The jury will adjourn for the day,
and this trial will stand
at recess until tomorrow.
- (GAVEL SLAMS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What?
How bad?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
- (SIGHS)
- (ELEVATOR DINGS)
(ELEVATOR DOOR CLOSES)
(JUDGE DURKIN CLEARS THROAT)
(JUDGE DURKIN CLEARS THROAT)
Open it.
Your Honor, I have a question
about admissibility.
I don't. Open the safe, Mr. Mason. Now!
(LOCK CLICKING)
Bailiff, if you would look
for the w*apon, please.
(SIGHS)
Your Honor, the people request
a short amount of time
to perform ballistics testing
- on the g*n.
- 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, : a.m.
Let me know if you need the
name of a good public defender.
(MUSIC FADES)
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 g*n?
Careful now, Perry.
Sorry.
You're being absurd.
Well, someone tipped Milligan off.
I'm willing to bet it
wasn't the Gallardos.
PAUL: Are you sure there hadn't
been anybody else in here?
Kids deliverin' sandwiches, anything?
MARION: Are you looking for
someone in particular, Mr. Mason?
- (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
This is a nice surprise...
I'm gonna ask you something,
and I need you to tell me the truth.
Okay.
(PANTS)
Was it you?
Was what me?
When you were in my
office the other day,
what... what... what did you overhear?
(PANTS)
Nothing. I... I spoke to
your secretary for a mo...
PERRY: No, no, no. When
Della and I were talking,
what did you overhear?
Nothing.
Ginny, the prosecution found
the m*rder w*apon in my safe.
You were the only other person
signed into that logbook.
Why was the m*rder w*apon
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...
GINNY: What?
(PERRY SIGHS)
You'll do what?
(SIGHS)
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?
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
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 sh*t.
(SHUDDERS)
(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
- (DOG BARKING)
- (PAUL SIGHS)
- (CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
- (SIGHS)
- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- (ENGINE IDLING)
(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
PAUL: There you are.
(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey! Hey!
(METAL GATE RATTLING)
(DOG BARKING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
No. No.
No.
(SIGHS)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)
02x06 - Chapter Fourteen
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Legal drama based on novels and short stories penned by Erle Stanley Gardner..
Legal drama based on novels and short stories penned by Erle Stanley Gardner..