Perry Mason
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Wowwwwfolks, we finally got somebigreveals in the penultimate chapter of our littlePerry Masonmystery here.
I love that for us.
It turned out to be the most likely suspect after all.
A little piece of Napoleonica thatd makeConnor Royjealous.
Listen, I dont like leaving things bad between us, Pete tells Perry on an overpass bridge.
Rhys is a pro, man.
I mean, what choice does he have?
When those two days are up, so could his career as a lawyer.
But hes got one long shot up his sleeve.
Hell, yeah, lets fucking go.
Mason brings Pete back to the office to a furiously reluctant Della and Paul.
And thats before Perry tells them Pete was their office burglar.
So its off to the mattresses and everyone on the teams got their own quest for this quick-turnaround investigation.
My guy in the Fed office says they always leave at night, Holcomb tells them.
Clearly they dont want people to see what theyre dumping.
Mason snaps some photos of the whole scene before they jump ship.
Theres one big-ass piece of the puzzle secured.
Meanwhile, Della visits Hamilton Burger at his office to find out whats got him spooked.
Ham, she says, Im looking for the truth.
Burger finally, though still reluctantly, acquiesces.
As soon as hes opened up to Della, he shuts her out again.
Let the Feds handle the rest.
But why would the Feds be handling anything?
It turns out hed even subpoenaed them.
But when Della inquires about McCutcheon and Goldsteins file, Denning bolts from his office.
He wont be coming back to the office today.
Thatll be all, Miss Street.
The door is slammed shut as soon as it opens.
Red flags all around.
So its back to the office for another round of Heres what we got so far.
Another losing scheme by the bumbling prince of the city, Strickland says.
And the Feds got wind of it, so they subpoenaed Brooks and Goldstein to testify about the scam.
The only problem is thats probably not the only thing theyd testify about.
So why the big charade?
Why pretend to send produce to Japan, then sneak on all that oil?
Heres where Marion comes in with the big missing piece: Are they selling oil to the Japanese military?
Who are they at war with?
Anyway, Japans on a coup-attempt spree right now, and the League of Nations is imposing sanctions.
So Lydell really did have his own son killed, they figure.
Close, and I imagine what most of us were waiting for, but not thewholecigar.
Lydell is skeet shooting with his grandson when Mason shows up for the big showdown.
Just returning something you dropped, he says, burlap sack of oily produce in his hand.
I want a better deal for my clients, Mason says.
Work it out with Burger and bring the team something better this time.
I tried to save him!
But he wouldnt let me!
I wont take the blame for this.
Are you Josephine Baker?
asks the woman lying on a couch in the front room, needle still in her arm.
She starts OD-ing real quick, and her husband arrives home before Clara can erase the hell out.
She ducks behind a closet door, and we hear a familiar voice asking about dinner plans.
Its fucking Phipps, Camilla Nygaards pet lawyer.
Now heres the big facepalm Ohhhhh, of course!
moment that comes with every murder mystery, for this recapper at least.
Camilla Nygaard, duh!
Therealfemme fatale was the girlboss oil baron all along.
Rafaels just been released from solitary (or worse), and hes in a bad way.
All the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.
In fact, she just might be the most diabolical of the lot.
The enormous eye roll Burger gives him chefs kiss.
Theres a lot of cigarette smoking in this show, more than period and genre appropriate.
We all know cigarettes are bad by now, right?
Let the directors and cinematographers cook with all that light and curling smoke.
They didnt have as long a reach) as well as a great little co-side-quest.
What can I say?
Im a happily married man who loves seeing a true power couple come back together, you know?
In any case, Im still gunning for theThin Manstyle Drake mystery spinoff.
