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Impact.

The force with which two lives come together.

Sometimes for good, sometimes for evil.

Call Mrs. Williams.

Tell her to be ready in about an hour and I'll pick her up.

You phone Sam Rapel and see if those papers

are on the way over from the executive.

Yes, Walt.

Well Mr. Darcy, what's the score? Nine to nothing?

I'm afraid it is, Walt.

If you think you can persuade them to change their minds,

go right ahead.

Gentlemen, I never interfere in stock issues,

dividends, or anything else in your department.

I must run my department with no interference.

Either I know why and when,

I need more factory space or you need another boy,

and that's all right with me too,

because I can take these plants

and pick my own spot in the motor production field.

You won't have to worry so much about dividends.

There won't be many.

Hold on!

I'm sure none of us want to lose Walt, or our dividends.

What do you say we take another vote?

All in favor buying the three new factories,

signify by saying aye.

Aye. Aye.

Aye. Aye.

Aye. Aye.

Aye. Aye.

Aye.

An unanimous vote. Congratulations, Walt.

Congratulate the board. The other one is.

Williams.

If these factories are so valuable,

that other companies would jumping the chance to get them,

how do you know that you can buy them at the price

you quoted us?

How do I know? I bought them this morning.

Della, I was asked to rush this up for Mr. Williams.

Get my wife, Della.

Your maid said she'd gone to the dentist.

I gave her the message.

Oh fine.

Oh, this just came.

Thank you.

What about those papers?

They're here. Burke's checking them now.

Good.

Congratulations Walt. Take a look at clause four.

Those provisions haven't been clarified yet.

Oh no?

I want to leave for Tahoe right away.

Get Judge during on the phone. Will you?

Nevermind.

I can get faster action if I run out to San Rafael myself

and stick with 'em till I write.

Yeah?

Mrs. Williams on three.

Oh, put the blueprints of that new diesel in, will you?

I want Jackson to see them.

Right. That's just

I'm afraid now we won't be able to leave

till about five o'clock.

What? You're not going with me?

but I counted on it.

But I thought as soon as Dr. Harris took care

of whatever it was, I'd feel better.

I don't.

Stupid things still aches and I certainly

wouldn't be a very desirable driving companion.

No, seriously darling.

You run along and buy your little factories and hurry home.

I'll send your bag to the office.

And cheap me out of my goodbye kiss? Not a chance.

I've got to drive over to San Rafael.

I'll stop on the way.

Lovely.

Bye dear.

How do you expect me to whistle through a toothache?

Mm. Nothing in the whole world

smells as sweet as you do, Duchess.

Certainly don't feel sweet.

I'm as grouchy as an old bear.

Well, old Doc Williams

can give you something to fix that.

Close your eyes.

Relax a minute.

Take a look at that and see if you don't feel better.

Oh, Walt! Oh darling, it's beautiful!

Not bad. Not bad at all.

You know, to quote my wife, I like monograms on things.

It shows they belong to me. End quote.

When did your wife say such a thing, Mr. Williams?

About six years ago when I married her,

she gave me the first monogram shirts I ever owned.

Those were the words on the card. I still have it.

I certainly hope your board of directors

never discovers what a softy you are.

They won't, don't worry. I have only one vulnerable spot.

What really happened this morning?

All I got out of Della was that you stalked out

of the office with blood in your eye,

and were back in no time with canary feathers in your mouth.

Oh, I clip those birds' wings,

but short, no one's gonna vote me down, Sweet.

Not when I know I'm right.

But how did you convince the board of that so quickly?

With subtle hints and easy persuasion.

Like this.

Either I get what I want,

or you get yourself another boy,

and that's all right with me too.

Walter!

What a clumsy ox. I'm sorry, precious.

Oh, please, sweet. Don't be so upset.

Oh, if you could have seen your face.

Oh don't bother dear, Su Lin will take care of that.

Not exactly a good prescription for nerves.

You know you're wrong Dr. Williams?

The way I feel now, a good cat nap

will probably make a new woman out of me.

It's not going to make you too late?

Yes.

But I'm sure that by five o'clock I'll

Swell.

I'll run over to San Rafael and get things ironed out

and be back for you by five on the nose.

Darling, wait! That's perfectly silly.

I'll take a taxi cab and meet you in Sausalito.

There's a drug store on a corner opposite the square.

I'll be there at five o'clock,

and we can go straight on up to Tahoe.

That'll save you all that late afternoon traffic

and all that time it'll take to come and pick me up.

Smart woman, my wife. Thinks of everything.

Where's your bag, honey?

Oh, Su Lin still has some things to press for me.

Sure you don't mind taking a taxi?

Very sure.

Sweet dreams, Duchess.

See you at five. Gotta get going.

Bye, hon.

Long distance? On Berkeley 79721.

Hello? Ah, hiya, beautiful.

Here. Don't forget, turn this stuff over

to a bellboy at the airport hotel in Oakland.

Tell him to hold it for Jack Burns.

Jack Burns, the airport hotel.

That's right. I'll be checking in later.

What do I owe you?

A buck 15 to here.

All this stuff, back to Oakland

Yeah. Yeah. Buy yourself a new

Thanks.

Hey, where's that new woman who was gonna meet me?

It's after five o'clock.

Oh gee. Yeah, so sure you are gonna be okay?

Maybe you better get yourself another dentist, huh?

Of course, I understand honey. Of course.

Just to prove it to you, I'm coming right on home.

No, I You really mustn't darling.

I, I'm going to be perfectly all right. Really.

And besides Besides what?

Well, I've done something you're not going to like,

you remember Aunt Margaret back in Illinois?

You mean the old gal in Evanston?

I'm way ahead of you. How much?

Well, it isn't money this time.

It's, it's another relative.

Her favorite nephew, Jim Torrence.

All of a sudden right out of the blue just after you left,

he telephone me from Berkeley.

Okay, shall I'll see him when I get back.

Well, you don't understand dear.

You are going to see him right away.

I'm what?

Well, all he seemed to want was to be able

to get back to Illinois. So

So you buy him a ticket, that's easy.

Well, it isn't. I, I offered to,

but he got huffy and said he didn't want any handouts,

and well, without thinking,

I told him we'd pick him up and give him a lift

as far as Denver.

I won't say I'm getting exactly an even trade for you,

but where do I find this guy?

Well, he should be there right now.

I told him to be on the lookout for a cream colored roadster

just in case we fail to recognize

one another after all these years.

Darling, you're such a lamb. You sure you forgive me?

What do you think? Well, I better run along

or cousin Jim might get nervous. Take it easy, Sweet.

And miss me. Will you?

I do already.

Don't drive fast, and please take care of yourself.

Softy.

Bye.

Hello, Della?

Yeah, Mrs. Williams wasn't able to go with me,

now while I'm gone you see that

she gets her roses every morning?

That's right.

But this time on all the cards, put love from Softy.

Yeah. S-O-F-T-Y.

Hello.

You must be Jim Torrence.

Yeah, that's me.

I'm Walt Williams. Hiya, Jim.

Hi. Where's Irene?

Oh, she's a little under the weather at the last minute.

Worse luck.

Oh, that's too bad.

I was hoping I'd see her.

Yeah, I'm disappointed too. Where's your luggage?

Oh, I'm wearing it. Less trouble that way.

Irene tells me you're heading for Illinois.

Yeah.

Going been a little rough, huh?

I haven't exactly been worried about my income tax.

What's your line, Jim?

Oh, I guess I'm a better salesman than anything else.

Hmm. You know, I can give you a couple letters

when you get back to Chicago. It might help you.

It's fine. But laying with the top brass never hurts.

What outfit were you with?

Patton's third army.

How was it?

Rough.

Except for the time in Italy. I kinda liked it there.

Patton's outfit never got to Italy.

Of course.

Most civilians never know or care,

and I, I figured you didn't either.

Well I fooled you that time.

Our last chance to chow for a while. How about it?

No thanks.

I grabbed a hamburger while I was waiting for you.

I can still taste the harness.

Sure you won't change your mind?

No. I'm gonna grab little shut eye.

Chicken sandwich and a Coke.

One chicken sandwich.

Chicken sandwich coming up.

Gimme change for a dollar, will you?

Yes Sir.

Thank you.

San Francisco. Klondike 26714.

Klondike 26714 does not answer.

Oh, well try Sutter 12599 please.

Bayview Apartments. Oh, yes, Mr. Williams.

No, your maid isn't there tonight, sir.

She said Mrs. Williams was taking something

to make her sleep and wasn't to be disturbed, but perhaps

No, no. Don't disturb her.

Just leave a message that I won't forget about

a certain problem.

I think I have it, sir.

You want her to forget all about a certain problem.

Softy? Is that S-O-F-T-Y Sir?

Softy is going to take care of it thoroughly. Is that all?

Yes. That's all she'll understand.

Be sure she gets it the first thing in the morning, right.

Oh, hi.

It's been so long since I've been behind the wheel

of anything but a caterpillar or a jeep,

I had to find out what a real buggy feels like.

Why don't you drive for a while?

That's swell.

Nothing'd suit me better.

Tell me, Irene still got that little scar on her cheek?

The one she got from the fall? Yeah.

You can hardly see it now though.

How'd you know about that? She just got it last summer.

Thought you said you hadn't seen her for years?

Oh, from Aunt Margaret, of course. How else?

She always sends me the news and the letters.

I guess your Aunt Margaret

will be pretty happy to see you.

Irene says you're the favorite nephew.

I'm afraid my lovely cousin

was just giving me a buildup for your benefit.

You don't know, Irene.

Maybe not.

What's the matter?

I think we got a flat.

Yeah, that is a flounder.

Oh, well let's get to work.

Hey, look out there, young fella. It's quite a drop.

You got a flashlight?

I think I have. Get the jack, I'll take a look.

Did you find it? Yeah.

It won't be long now.

Come on, let's get going.

Wait a minute.

Did one of your cuff links fall out?

Huh?

Oh, something dropped.

I, I heard it fall right down there at your feet.

Oh.

It must have rolled under the car.

Irene and me, sucker!

Hello!?

Need a hand?

No, no, I'm all set now.

Okay. Goodnight.

Keys.

Need any help, Bub?

That guy must be crazy.

Now in case my husband should be late,

and have to rush for his plane, this will be taken care of.

Mr. and Mrs. Burns, 302.

Irene and me, sucker.

Irene and me sucker!

take care of yourself. Softy, Softy.

Young lady.

Excuse me.

I want to see Mrs. Walter Williams.

I'm sorry sir, but she left orders not to be disturbed.

I'm sorry, too.

Lieutenant Quincy, the police department.

Hello? I thought I left orders not to be dis-

Oh, I see. Ask him to come up, please.

Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Quincy with the police department.

I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour.

May I come in?

Of course.

Well, Lieutenant?

Did your husband go on a motor trip late this afternoon?

Why, yes. He went to Denver on business. Why?

Was he driving a Packard Roadster?

Yes.

Is is anything wrong?

I'm afraid there is. Would you sit down?

Has, has something happened to my husband?

Yes, Mrs. Williams.

He's dead, isn't he?

Yes.

Oh Walt, I knew something like this would happen.

I begged him time and again, not to pick up hitchhikers.

But it wasn't a hitchhiker, Mrs. Williams.

It was just an accident.

He ran into a truck, A gasoline truck.

You mean there was fire?

He must have been driving pretty fast.

I don't think he felt anything after the crash.

If there's nothing more you need me for, lieutenant. I

I, I think I understand.

And may I say you've taken this

with a great deal of courage.

Goodnight, Mrs. Williams.

Take care of yourself. SoftySofty

Ready? Yeah.

That Williams must have been quite a guy.

Yeah. He went to work for Universal Motors

as a sheet metal worker.

Less than 10 years. He's their top production man.

Well he sure went out in a blaze of glory.

Yeah. Ah, let's go.

SoftySoftySofty Irene and me, sucker.

Well, could Mr. Perez have taken a later plane

and still make connections for Mexico City?

I see.

Yes?

It is some telegrams for Thai Thai.

Just put them under the door, Su Lin.

Please, Thai Thai. A policeman Quincy,

most anxious to see you.

Ask him to wait, Su Lin.

Mrs. Williams will see you presently.

Wait, please.

Flowers for Mrs. Walter Williams.

Thank you.

Roses like Mr. Williams always sending when he is away.

You seem to have been very fond of Mr. Williams.

Su Lin is honored to have served him five years and he-

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Lieutenant.

I wouldn't be disturbing you again

if it wasn't necessary,

and I would be keeping you but a moment.

You're being very considerate. Won't you sit down?

Everyone's been most thoughtful.

And why shouldn't they be?

Forgive me. I'm all right now.

What was it Lieutenant?

The state police would like to have some information.

They found some wavy skid marks

for quite a distance on the road,

as if the car had been out of control when it crashed.

Tell me, was Mr. Williams a reckless driver?

Well, no.

He, he was a fast driver, but certainly not reckless.

Well, was he, was he a heavy drinker?

Quite the contrary.

What about his health?

Could he have had a heart attack,

and lost consciousness before the accident?

Why? No. He, he was in perfect health,

but he'd been working much too hard lately and,

and was overtired.

Perhaps he fell asleep at the wheel last night.

Oh, poor darling.

If only I've been able to go with him last night,

he might still be alive.

Well, maybe so. And maybe not.

You mustn't blame yourself, Mrs. Williams.

Fate plays an important part in these matters.

Your handkerchief.

When's the next train to San Francisco?

10:00 AM tomorrow.

Are you sure there isn't one sooner?

No, I'm sorry.

We have a circuit now, Sir.

Evanston.

Calling Mrs. Margaret Hubbard's residence in Evanston.

One moment please.

Hello? Mrs. Margaret Hubbard?

Yes. Who's this?

Long distance.

I have a call from Mr. James Torrance.

Who?

Mr. James Torrence.

He's her nephew. Jim Torrence.

The call is for your nephew, Jim Torrence.

I haven't any nephew,

and I don't know any Jim Torrence.

Sir. Mr. Hubbard says she

What's the matter, son? Looks like you need a doctor.

Doctor?

I can't leave the station,

but all the vendors are just across the road there.

Doctor. Think you can make it?

Yeah, I'll make it.

Now take it easy, man.

There's some concussion there.

You've gotta watch your step for a while.

Walter Williams' beautiful widow,

who by her own request sat alone in the family alcove

during the service.

Smart. Someone might have caught her licking her chops.

Hey, what's that?

Walter Williams.

Walter Wihey, ain't that the guy that?

For the love of Mike,

what's that briefcase doing here? He's dead.

They did him a dirty trick if he ain't.

Hey, now wait a minute. Don't touch it.

You better turn it over with the police.

Homicide. Captain Callahan.

Oh yes, chief. The dough just came in from Washington.

The fingerprints of those of a James Torrence.

Yeah, I'm putting Quincy on it. Right?

That sure does open up a new can of peas

on the Williams accident.

There's the FBI reporting the guy.

Playing with lady's affection

seems to come natural with him.

All you gotta do Quincy, is find him.

Yes. That's all I gotta do.

Last known whereabouts of Jim Torrence

was in a moving van somewhere between

Sacramento and Points East.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Last known address care of his sister, Mrs. Josie Rosetti.

Irving Apartments. Berkeley.

Well, what are you waiting for Quincy? Let's go.

Did Terrence leave any forwarding address?

No. He said he was going to send it to him.

Sorry to trouble you.

Oh, Lieutenant,

if you should happen to hear from him, will you let me know?

There's an unpaid telephone bill and a bundle of laundry.

Laundry. Let's have a look.

I may have to take this along with me.

Not without a receipt, you don't.

You mean you don't trust the police?

In my business, you don't trust anybody.

Mine too.

Holy Saint Valentine's Day.

Look, he had the same thing on his shirts too.

Well, well. Romance in your late tenant's life.

Did you ever see the lady?

You know, I never did,

but I always knew when she'd been here.

The wonderful perfume.

I lay you 10 to one, she's a rich widow.

Could be. Wait, I'll get you his telephone bill.

Pretty fancy stuff for a hitchhiker.

Yeah, but he's a pretty fancy hitchhiker.

According to the shirt maker,

a certain lady in the town had these made special,

and they're just like their husband's.

Only his initials were W.W.

Sort of smells, doesn't it Captain?

Now take a look at this little item

that was also found in the laundry.

I for Irene, and W for,

well, it could be for Williams too, couldn't it?

Yeah.

Homicide. Callahan speaking.

Hello? Oh, hello, Fritz. Hello. What news?

Oh? Any luck? Both days, huh? Swell.

Have it typed up and sign it.

This report of Fritz will be a nice little topper

for this pile.

His checkup shows calls from Torrence's phone

to Williams's private number,

and a flock of them going the other way,

including one on the seventh and several on the eighth.

The eighth in case you've forgotten,

is the date of Walt Williams accidental death.

That ought to be enough to get an indictment

out of the grand jury.

Go pick her up.

I'd like to play a long shot first.

It might give us two for one.

Well take him one at a time. A bird in the hand-

Is not going to lead us to its mate.

I'd like to give the lady a little more rope.

Well, I Thanks.

I thought you'd agree.

Well, Lieutenant, you just caught me. I was-

I'm glad. I have some rather startling news

I thought you should know before it hits the headlines.

Come in.

Sit down, won't you Lieutenant?

Thank you.

I'm very anxious to hear about this news.

It seems that your first hunch, remember?

That a hitchhiker was responsible for your husband's death?

Well, Mrs. Williams, you may have been right.

I, I don't understand.

Your husband's briefcase turned up in Kansas City

yesterday in a moving van that had stopped at the scene

of the accident that night.

Apparently the murderer made his getaway in it.

That explains the wavy skid marks

that made us suspect your husband was ill

or unconscious at the time of the crash.

Yes, I, I suppose it does.

And by now the man is probably out of the country,

and never will be found.

Don't you worry Mrs. Williams.

There were fingerprints on that briefcase.

And as soon as we get the FBI report from Washington,

his identity will be known,

and his description sent out on police broadcast.

Oh, we'll find him, all right.

But just now we are keeping things quiet,

so the murderer will feel safe

until we are ready to close in on him.

Yes, I, I can see the wisdom in that.

Yes. I thought you would understand and cooperate.

As soon as we know his name,

it is possible that you might recognize it

as someone with a motive.

There's that possibility.

You know, I'll do everything I can to help.

I'm sure. Now I'll run along, you'll hear from me.

I'll let myself out.

Don't bother. And don't worry. Good day.

$1.35.

See everything after the letter J in the first name

has been obliterated by heavy writing over it.

The only impressed letters legible

are those between words or before them.

Like R.N.S. at the end of this name here,

and the hotel Santa here,

before the word Evanston.

Well, Tom,

don't you think it's about time you are retired?

Why there isn't even evidence there of Mrs. Williams's

intent to communicate with Torrence.

And who do you think she'd be a part

through the telegraph office to wire to?

The League of Decency?

I'll tell you what I think,

that you should have brought her in

when I first told you to.

By the time you get her now,

she'll have figured out a way to tip Torrence off.

He'd be that much tougher to find.

Not unless she's tipped him off from your office.

Ernie's got her on ice waiting for you.

Pretty good, huh? Nice for a little town in Idaho.

Have a heart, son. You trying to wreck that engine?

Oh.

Sure. It's a hobby of mine.

The way you're going at it, you can't miss.

Here. I just can't let you ruin that beautiful motor.

Start her up.

Okay. Start her up.

Shut her off.

You're certainly not a mechanic by trade, hands like that.

Maybe it's a hobby of mine.

Gee! What happened to your head?

Perhaps I was talking when I should have been listening.

Okay?

Okay by me.

Thanks a lot, Hill.

So long, Marsha.

Bye!

It's all right now.

You better lay off though till the boss gets back.

I'm the boss.

I guess the new cars are a little bit over my head.

Now with the jalopy, it's different.

Aren't there any mechanics around here you can hire?

No. They all went over to the new factory in Mansville.

I guess they got better wages.

Tough break?

Yeah. How much do I owe you?

Oh, forget it.

Well, I'll be shoving along.

At least have a Coke on the house. You might as well.

Marsha, can I use your phone a minute please?

Sure. Help yourself Uncle Ben.

It never rains, but then it pours. 650, please.

Flat tire this morning. Now the danged engine stalled on me.

Nice and cold.

Wilson's garage.

No, I did not give you the wrong number.

Fine thing, using my phone

to cheat me out of repair bills. Aren't you ashamed?

Gave me the wrong number. 650.

You are a nice one, Marsha Peters

and your ma's a fine woman.

And I'll always buy my gas and oil here.

But you are never gonna tinker with my car again.

Busy? Busy. Always busy. Okay.

Wait a minute.

We're not so busy.

Would you like to do another good deed

and give Uncle Ben a hand?

Why not? Where is your car Mr? Maybe I can help you.

Are you a good mechanic?

Very good and very reasonable.

Well just what you need, girl. Better hire him.

It's an idea, Uncle Ben. Come on.

Thanks for the Coke. Sure.

Well, I got Uncle Ben fixed up all right.

Nothing but a sticky carburetor valve. Bye.

I hope he paid you.

What for? It only took a minute.

You're certainly not money conscious, stranger.

There. This is no kind of work for a girl.

Well, somebody has to do it if I wanna stay in business.

And I want to.

Must be some business that you're better suited for.

Couldn't you lease this place to somebody?

Sure. I did while my husband was overseas,

but when he was killed in Okinawa, well,

we'd made a lot of plans for the future here,

and I had a hunch he'd like it if I took over

and tried to make a go of it.

Takes more than a hunch to do that.

I get along famously.

Business has been fine until lately when the help got short.

Could be again, I had a good mechanic.

Yeah, you sure need one all right.

Well for Pete's sake, say yes or no.

You want the job or don't you?

You mean you'd hire me without knowing anything about me?

You can repair automobiles. What else do I need to know?

Except your name?

Well?

Why not?

Sure. I'll try it for a while

until you get someone permanent.

The name's Bill Walker.

Okay, Bill. It's a deal.

And maybe if business gets real good, you'll wanna stay.

Oh, don't count on it. Where does this go? On the rack?

Yeah.

Marsha! Marsha, it happened!

It's a boy! Eight and a half pounds!

Pair of shoulders like a prize fighter.

Well, congratulations Papa! How's Jane?

Ah, perfect. Everything's perfect.

Gotta get down the store and tell the gang.

I almost forget!

Oh gee thanks, Dan.

I'm sorry I, I won't have enough for the gang.

Yippy!

Maybe you can use this token

from the slightly delirious new father.

Thanks.

See, we haven't settled a matter of wages yet.

Maybe I can't pay your regular salary?

Suppose we leave that open that you find out

how much I'm worth to the business.

Doesn't seem to be any business right now.

Might be a good time for me to get rid of this beard

and find a place to board.

We live right next door.

I'll go ask mom. She'll know of a place.

Sort of a peaceful house.

I noticed it this morning.

Oh gosh, I forgot.

She's down helping Mrs. Wellesley with her canning.

Mom finds homes for everything from stray cats

To stray mechanics.

You're not a stray anymore. I'll go phone.

Pearl? 674, please.

Hello, Ms. Westburn, may I speak to mother?

Hi mom!

I've got some good news for you.

I hired a man for the station.

Yeah.

No, nobody we know.

He is from, he's from out of town.

Needs to place to board.

You got a good one up your sleeve?

Okay.

Says she has to meet you first to come home for supper.

Huh? And do you like apple or cherry pie?

Cherry.

Cherry it is, mom. See you later.

Now I gotta get rid of this.

Hey, where's the nearest barbershop?

The one and only just up two blocks.

Tell Judd you're working for me.

When you get back, we'll close up and go home.

Thanks.

Oh, that's real nice.

You must have had a good bringing up young man.

Thank you for the young man.

We thank the old Lord for thy bounty,

and ask thy blessing on this food,

and on the new friend who shares it with us.

I hope you're good and hungry. Mr. Walker.

Who wouldn't be?

Marsha, she eats like a sparrow.

With all the hard work she does.

Can I have your plate please?

Well, she can start taking it easy now.

Boss the help.

She never takes anything easy.

Has to put her whole heart and soul

into everything she does.

Well now that you're through with me, mom, how about Bill?

Have you thought of a place for him to stay?

Well, why can't he stay right here?

We have a spare bedroom going to waste.

And I think you like my cooking.

Like it? That's very kind of you Mrs. King.

But it seems an imposition.

Imposition, nothing. That's good business.

I can get back what I pay you in board and room.

Well, Marsha, what a thing to say.

If you'd like to stay, we'd like to have you.

Will you have some more vegetables?

Mrs. King, you have a boarder.

May I have a biscuit please?

Oh, excuse me.

It's wonderful the way tools

seem to come alive in your hands.

You seem to sort of come alive too,

as though you got real pleasure out of working with them.

I do. When you're doing a job with them,

you can't think of anything else.

Bill, if something's bothering you,

why don't you get rid of it?

What would you prescribe Doctor?

Amputation. For that stupid chip on your shoulder.

What you need is a ring job. Save yourself some money.

Gee, Bill with, with the baby and everything.

I, I just can't afford it now.

Oh, we'll take care of that.

Hey boss, how's Ed's credit? Good enough for a ring job?

Well sure if I can hold junior as collateral.

Oh, not a chance, fella.

Nevermind her. I'll do it on my own time.

Oh, thanks Bill.

Maybe we'll see you tonight. Huh?

Some shoulders, huh? Yeah!

Some father. Huh?

Bye Marsha!

Bye!

Nice kid. Hey, was Ed clowning about them being hard up?

No. Things have been pretty tough

for him ever since he got outta the service.

Fix a car for him, Bill.

And only charge him for the labor. Okay?

Then he gets it for free.

I'd already figured I'm knocking that off.

Say we could make it an anniversary present.

Anniversary of what?

Junior's arrival and mine three months ago today.

Time certainly flies.

That was a lucky day when you came to MP service.

Your work's been bringing in a lot of business.

I'm glad of that.

Hated to have fallen down on mom and you.

Say, look Boss, why don't we three celebrate tonight

and go to the movies?

Ed said he and Jane were going.

Well that lets mom out to be babysitting.

I'd love to go, Bill. I haven't been in ages.

Here's your opportunity. Go to work.

Extra! Irene Williams held for murder!

Read all about it! Extra! Irene!

This is Sheila Graham with the latest news

of the shocking Williams murder case.

While beautiful Irene Williams is held for trial,

charged with conspiring to kill her late husband,

the police are searching for James Torrence,

believed to be the lover of Mrs. Williams,

and her partner in the horrible murder of Walter Williams.

If I'm handling your case, my dear Mrs. Williams,

I want one third of everything you get.

You are out of your mind.

You don't realize what I'll get as Walt's widow.

Perhaps you don't realize the spot you are in.

Torrence's fingerprints were found

not only on your husband's briefcase,

but in a manner of speaking, your reputation as well.

There's a detective named Quincy, a very smart cookie.

He isn't exactly for you.

Frankly, Mr. Warner,

I'm beginning to wonder if my attorney is for me.

Underestimating the enemy's ammunition

would scarcely be wise.

Now if we can get to trial before Torrence is found,

they'll never get a conviction.

But But what?

If he shows up, we may have to fry him.

Oh no!

Let's not cross that bridge until we have to.

But if it comes to a choice,

we're not going to burn, are we?

Aren't you the chatter box this afternoon?

What about this afternoon? Oh, sorry, Boss.

I guess it was wool gathering.

You're only supposed to do that in the spring.

Is there anything you don't know?

Yes. What's San Francisco got that we haven't?

Better newspapers for one thing.

Anyway, California's supposed to be the land of opportunity.

I thought that by now you liked it here.

I do very much. It's a good town. Nice people. Swell boss.

Thanks.

We like you too. No fooling, Bill.

You'd be surprised how many people ask questions about you.

What kind of questions?

Oh, where you came from.

Do you have any family? And do you like it here?

And are you going to stay?

Al Knox asked me at the movie last night

if you wanted to join the volunteer fire department.

Just interested, friendly things.

I suppose it is natural for people to wonder

about a stranger who moves into their community like I did.

You know, I've been thinking,

maybe it wasn't such a good idea,

you and I going to the movies last night.

It's all right being seen in the station and here with mom.

But

You get used to that in a town this size.

They're always trying to marry people off.

You just ignore it, and after a while they forget about it.

I'll go get cleaned up for supper.

You know, I hate to tell you

how many years this Sunday takes me back.

Did you always fall asleep during the sermon?

I wasn't asleep. Mrs. Peters.

I merely close my eyes to concentrate.

Oh, so that's what you call it.

I had to nudge you to stop you from nodding.

Quiet. You're disturbing my reminiscent mood.

Even smells the same.

Could be the same bees buzzing in the same clover.

As they say.

You can take a boy out of the country but

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

It has to stop rolling sometime. Doesn't it Bill?

Sometime, maybe.

We grow a very becoming shade of moss here in Larkspur.

Don't you think?

You grow a lot of nice things here.

Anyone in particular?

We'll have to skip the answer to that one.

Someone tore it out of the book.

You're married, aren't you, Bill?

Yep. That's right.

You must have loved her very much

to have been hurt so deeply,

to be so afraid of someone, even yourself.

Maybe it's better that way. And no one gets hurt.

Bitterness and hatred hurt everyone.

Can't you see Bill?

They're like a, a wall that shuts out

all the sunshine from a garden, and lets everything wither.

Make room in your heart for something else, can't you?

I guess this is my day for sermons.

Sorry. As mom would say, you never get rich minding

the other fellow's business.

Hey, that's a fire! I'll be seeing you.

Anybody home?

In here, Bill.

Mrs. Wesley sent a couple of jars of peaches,

said you helped her can 'em.

Oh, thank you.

When I delivered to Doc's car,

he insisted that I have a bite with him. Where's the boss?

Took a book back the library for me.

Huh.

What a day.

Hey, what's the idea? Are you darning my socks?

Well, I thought a drawer full of holy ones

isn't doing you much good.

I found it when I put fresh papers in your bureau yesterday.

You have a heap of things that need mending,

haven't you, son?

Does Marsha know?

Do you think I'd tell her?

This is your problem, Bill.

Because I found out about it,

doesn't give me the right to tell anyone else.

Not even Marsha.

When you trust folks, you trust them,

and you give 'em a chance to work out things

the way that seems right to them.

How can one little woman be so big?

Don't forget. It's a lot easier to be tolerant

and understanding at 50, than it is at 25.

I'm going next door for a while. Grandma Thompson's ill.

Mom!

Bill, are you home?

Bill, are you in there?

Yep. Mom went next door. Marsha.

Hi. Did you work awfully late?

Oh, about six.

Anything wrong?

Come in. I want to tell you something.

I'm checking out.

Has something happened? No.

I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago,

moving along.

But why Bill?

My name isn't even Bill.

There isn't any Bill Walker.

I'm Walter Williams, the late Walter Williams.

Walter Williams? I don't understand.

You may not even after I've told you,

but at least you'll know the whole story.

Sit down please.

Finally, Larkspur. And you.

From there on, you know.

I am glad you're going back to make things right.

Going back? Wild horses couldn't drag me back.

What are you gonna do about your wife?

Nothing.

You're gonna let her go to trial for murder?

Oh, no, Bill!

Why not?

She tried to kill me. She and her cousin.

But they didn't!

Who says they didn't? Let them try and prove it.

No matter what your wife did,

you can't be tried for something that didn't happen.

Oh, Bill, can't you see?

You bet I can see.

She deserves everything she's getting.

Sorry part of it is they'll never convict her.

No Bill, the sorry part is you're not big enough

to take a hard jolt to your pride and to your ego.

Sure. It hurts to be tricked and cheated by someone

you loved and believed in.

But that doesn't give you the right

to take justice into your own hands, to,

to trample on the hearts of others and walk out on life.

A barren, frustrated boy, whose marriage to a woman

who accepted my love, yet despised me so thoroughly,

she resorted to murder.

I'll never think of our moments together without nausea.

I feel stripped bare, degraded.

Because you've closed your mind and heart

to everything else, even me.

Oh Bill, please,

don't destroy the one chance we have for happiness.

We haven't got a chance.

Doing the right thing never works out.

I know in this world, you turn the other cheek,

and you get hit with a lug wrench.

Forgive me, Boss. Try and forgive me.

It's a boy! Pair of shoulders like a prizefighter!

You know, I hate to tell you

how many years this Sunday takes me back.

You have a heap of things that need mending,

haven't you son?

Take care of yourself. Softy.

You're not big enough

to take a hard jolt to your pride, and to your ego.

Sure. It hurts to be tricked and cheated

by someone you loved and believed in.

But that doesn't give you the right

to take justice into your own hands.

Trample on the hearts of others and walk out on life.

Oh Bill, please don't destroy

the one chance we have for happiness.

Mrs. Peters was kind enough to come along to substantiate

at least the Larkspur portion of what I've told you.

Very thoughtful of you, Miss Peters.

Mr. Williams, when you read in the newspaper

that the hitchhiker who attacked you had been,

well, a close friend of your wife for some time,

it must have been a great shock to you.

I didn't come here to discuss my emotional reactions.

Lieutenant, if you need me for anything further Captain,

my office will know where to reach me.

Let's go Marsha.

Just a minute Mr. Williams.

We'll need your signed statement

for the grand jury when we ask for your wife's release.

It won't take long to be typed.

Yeah. Alright.

Come in.

Sit down.

Mrs. Williams.

We have news for you.

Really? I can scarcely wait.

It seems it was Torrence who was in the car

when it crashed.

Is Jim dead?

You did it.

You killed him.

No, he tried to kill me.

Thought he had, and he ran into the truck.

It was an accident.

An accident?

You wait all these months to tell this story?

You let me rot in this filthy jail!

Wait a minute.

You let everybody believe you're dead!

Pretty convenient, wasn't it?

A dead man can't be tried for murder.

Mr. Williams.

Perhaps your wife would understand better

if you would explain to her about the amnesia.

Amnesia? Oh, don't tell me you believe he had amnesia.

Where's he been all this time?

Just wandering around in a daze?

Tells us he's been in Larkspur, a little town in Idaho,

working as a mechanic in a service station

run by Mrs. Peters here.

I understand perfectly.

Now that my chance for happiness is dead,

I suppose you'll demand the divorce I begged you to give me

so that I could marry Jim.

That's fantastic.

Yes. Isn't it?

After you telling us

that the man you picked up was a perfect stranger?

Well, that's not true.

The time and place for meeting Jim had all been arranged.

I must advise you,

there's a law that a wife can't testify against her husband.

There's a law against murder too,

but that didn't stop him,

and nothing's going stop me until I'm through!

It's alright with me, Captain.

Go on. Talk your head off.

I, I was to have gone with him to Denver.

He insisted on it. Although I was quite ill.

Several hours before we were to leave,

he, he came home. There was a violent scene.

He, he threatened to kill me

unless I agreed to give up Jim.

And I wish he had.

This is incredible.

Not one word that she has said is true.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

Mrs. Williams,

was there a witness to the threats you mentioned?

No. Unless the maid overheard. She was in the apartment.

In fact, she picked up the pieces of the vase

that he threw at me.

Where is she now? I, I don't know.

She, she left me suddenly after all this began.

Please could the questions wait? I feel rather ill.

Would you have Mrs. Williams ready for the grand jury

at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning?

That's all.

We're gonna hold you too Williams.

On what charge?

Suspicion of murder.

But he's not guilty of any of these things!

Then it should be easy for him to prove it.

Take him down and book him.

That fiction of Mrs. Williams

must have been very convincing.

No, we just couldn't buy that yarn you tried to sell us.

Let's go.

Irene Williams goes free!

Husband held! Extra! Get your paper!

And Daley's gonna cover Williams office.

Okay, boys hop to it,

I want all I can get by 10:00 AM tomorrow

for the grand jury.

Okay, chief.

Oh, Tom, don't miss a bit.

Dig up everything you can on Williams and the Peters dame.

You sort of believed Irene Williams story, didn't you?

She made better sense than he did.

Well, sure. She's a better liar than he is.

Don't forget I went all through

her grieving widowhood with her.

She's a bad customer.

Well, that's for the grand jury to decide.

And Williams insisted on letting her talk.

So it's his funeral.

Funeral. All right.

Especially with that yarn he told.

But murder's out of character for him.

There's a few pieces missing somewhere.

There might be in Idaho,

if it's not too much out of character for you to get going.

You're gonna miss me, Cap when I retire next year.

Maybe I'll turn private eye and solve your cases for you.

Hi Williams.

Mr. Williams.

Thanks. Got a deal from the bottom here, don't you?

Sorry, Williams.

Okay, Williams.

Well, not very good news, judging from your faces.

Well Walt, the grand jury returned indictment against you.

Mrs. Williams was released.

I see.

Now don't you worry, Walt.

We'll have you back at work where you're needed,

and in short order.

Come on, Eldridge. There's a visitor waiting,

far more attractive than we old fogies.

We're just leaving, Mrs. Peters.

But remember, don't hesitate to call on me for anything.

Thank you so much.

Hi, Boss.

Bill, what have I done to you?

If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here.

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be.

I came back here because

I wanted to believe in the things you do.

I still do. No matter what happened.

Will you do something for me?

Go back home where I know you'll be taken care of.

Not a chance. You'll have to think of a better reason

than that to get rid of me.

I'm a big girl now.

I just been to Larkspur Williams,

where I found these newspaper clippings.

Of course, some of them are three months old,

but you seem to treasure them,

so I brought them along.

So?

I don't think they exactly substantiate

your claim of amnesia.

As if you are interested in substantiating

any claim of mine.

Now, let's get one thing straight.

Most people, when they get in a jam,

think the police are only interested in the prosecution.

Our job is to get the facts. The truth.

And the truth never hurt anyone but the fellow that lied.

Unless he was a beautiful woman.

Oh, quit kidding yourself, Williams. You made the bond.

I had no more to do with Torrence's death than you did.

And out of the whole population of Northern California,

you just happened to pick up a hitchhiker,

who happened to be your wife's boyfriend.

I have a heart Williams.

I suppose you'll tell the truth when you take the stand,

but you better have some mighty conclusive proof

if you expect the jury to believe it.

Wait, Lieutenant.

Bill, we all know you're not guilty,

but we're gonna need help to prove it and need it badly.

Lieutenant Quincy can't take sides,

but if we're right, he has to be on ours.

And I have a hunch he wants to be.

Why don't you tell him the whole story, all of it. Please?

I'd like to, Quincy very much.

I guess I should have told the whole truth

in the first place.

But I wanted to clean this mess up

with as little scandal as possible.

Well?

No sign of the lug wrench or anything.

My dear Mrs. Peters.

Will you please stop trying to be a detective?

How many times do you think the police

have combed this spot for any kind of evidence?

Now be a nice girl. Take Mr. Williams' advice.

Go back to Larkspur.

What time is it? It's only four o'clock.

We still have time to go back to town

and go on our hunt for Su Lin.

Now look here, young woman,

you've had me on the run since early morn.

But Lieutenant, the maid seems to be our only hope now.

We've gotta keep looking till we find her, that's all.

That's all?

Wait, she was naturalized, wasn't she?

Suffering chopsticks.

Quincy, you dumb flatfoot. This, this Su,

Su what's her name was Chinese born.

If her port of entry was San Francisco,

they'd still be a file on her, photo and all.

Let's go.

Back to town. Immigration.

I hope the council has given us the right lead.

Are you Ah Sing?

Understand? You speak English?

Also French, Italian and Hebrew.

May one ask what is desired?

We were looking for Su Lin Chung.

A Chinese council said you were her uncle,

and might tell us what she is.

This daughter of my brother.

Has she offended the honorable police?

Oh no!

They just wanted to ask her some questions

about Mr. Williams, the man she used to work for.

Ah Sing's heart is heavy that he cannot lead you to her.

But things that are not known, cannot be told.

Well, if you hear anything ever report it to headquarters.

Su Lin, untruth is not good for soul,

and not wisdom when told to policemen.

Better for the soul to be kind than to be wise.

Su Lin must keep silence to help in this matter.

You know you're quite a gal,

in case I haven't told you lately.

You're just too easily pleased, that's all.

There must be a way out. Why can't we find it?

Oh, buck up boy. Tomorrow's another day.

That's the day you go to trial.

Bill I'm afraid.

And the state intends to prove beyond any reasonable doubt

that the defendant Walter Williams did with malice

of forethought, kill the deceased James Torrence,

whom he knew to be his wife's lover.

And that with his victim dead beside him,

he drove his car into the course of an oncoming truck,

jumping clear himself some seconds prior to the crash.

And subsequently, he made his getaway in the back

of a loaded furniture van.

And for three months as Bill Walker,

he laughed at justice.

While we had imprisoned his unfaithful wife for conspiracy

and his own murder.

But then he decided that being dead cramped his style,

he thought he could eat his cake and have it too.

So he returned, most anxious to explain his long absence

and to right the dreadful mistake

that had imprisoned his wife for three months.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it was a cold-blooded premeditated murder,

and must be punished to the fullest extent of the law.

Call the first witness please.

Captain Callahan, Did Walter Williams tell you

what suddenly cured his amnesia after three months?

No, he did not.

But he did tell you the man that struck the blow,

which caused the amnesia was a total stranger,

a hitchhiker he had picked up.

Yes.

And that he knew nothing of this man's identity

or relationship with his wife,

until he suddenly recovered from his amnesia

and heard or read the details.

That's what he said.

Well, thank you Captain.

Your witness. Counselor.

No questions.

No, I saw no signs of amnesia, but definite concussion.

He was a bit evasive in answering questions,

but not vague or unsure.

In your opinion, doctor,

could this head injury have been caused by a fall?

Yes.

If the head had struck on some objects

such as a stone or a metal pipe.

That's all, thank you. Your witness.

Dr. Bender, are you familiar with a tool known

as the lug wrench for changing automobile wheels?

I'm afraid I am, sir.

I've had a regular epidemic of flat tires lately.

Well then, in your opinion, could this head injury,

which you treated,

have been caused by a blow from a lug wrench?

Yes. It could have been caused by that too.

Thank you, doctor.

The ones with the earliest states you will notice

are heavily creased,

as though they've been carried in a wallet or a coat pocket.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Quincy, will you kindly tell the court

where you found these newspaper clippings?

In the bedroom occupied by Mr. Williams.

Mrs. Peter's home in Larkspur, Idaho.

Is this your handwriting, Miss Revere?

Yes, sir. And that's the message,

at least our record carbon of it.

Would you read it to the court please?

June 9th, 8:32 PM.

Message for Mrs. Walter Williams,

penthouse D, Mr. Williams called,

said he wants you to forget all about a certain problem,

that Softy is going to take care of it thoroughly.

Was there any other conversation?

Well, I, I just asked if that was all and he said,

yes, she'll understand and,

and sort of laughed as if it were a joke and hung up.

Some joke. Killing the wife's boyfriend.

That is the state versus Walter Williams.

All around so far have gone to the prosecution,

and it was a grim faced Williams who was returned

to his cell this afternoon.

What the score will be after he takes the stand

is anybody's guess.

But he's going to need some lucky punches to get a decision.

And though Torrence struck with intent to kill,

after telling you this is from Irene and me, sucker,

you still telephoned Illinois

to find out if there was a cousin Jim.

You are hard to convince, aren't you Mr. Williams?

Is it so incredible that a man should fight

against believing such a thing about his wife?

Oh, that is very touching,

from a husband who planned a trip on which

he intended to destroy his wife and did kill her lover.

That's a lie.

Your honor.

I objected the conclusions drawn by the prosecutor,

and vote that would be stricken from the records.

But your honor, there is a corpus elect remember?

Who was your wife's lover?

Objection sustained.

There is also her own story,

which in front of witnesses you insisted she tell.

And then we have your own two different stories

from your own lips.

One featuring a perfectly strange hitchhiker.

The second, an equally strange cousin Jim,

without a questionable substantiation for either.

Su Lin!

Follow that yellow cab!

Please hurry.

Wait for me.

Su Lin!

Su Lin!

Ah Sing, You remember me, don't you?

I was here with Lieutenant Quincy

from the police department.

I just followed Su Lin up the stairs.

I saw her come in here.

You must be mistaken.

I'm not mistaken! She's here!

I must see her. Ah Sing. Don't you understand?

It's to save a man from prison, even from death.

I will send her to you.

Oh Su Lin, we've been looking for you all these weeks.

Mr. Williams needs your help so desperately.

I cannot help.

You must forget that you found Su Lin.

Forget it? But you're his only witness!

You're the only one that can help!

Not as a witness, only with silence can I repay

his great kindness to me and my family in China.

Why?

I heard other things that most unhappy day

from Mrs. Williams' bedroom.

His voice very loud and angry.

A flower bases broken to pieces.

He can explain all that.

They do not believe what he's already told,

that I heard anything would do harm. Don't you see?

Yes.

Much sorrow comes from women who know not honor and truth.

And Mrs. Williams, she's not true.

Even to that Torrence man.

What makes you say that?

That night when he was killed, her sickness was but

wall of falsehood behind which she could go secretly

to a meeting place.

You, you mean she went out that night?

Su Lin, are you sure?

Yes, because next morning in her bedroom

I found street shoes that had been worn.

Her coat on the closet floor with the sleeves

turned inside out as though removed hurriedly,

and in one pocket a door key to some hotel.

Su Lin! That's it!

Proof that she and Torrence had planned to meet that night

after he killed Mr. Williams. What hotel was it?

Oh, I, I don't remember.

The key. What did you do with it?

Returned to coat pocket.

Come on, we'll get to Lieutenant Quincy.

He'll know what to do.

And pray, Su Lin, every step of the way.

Now hold everything.

Even if this long shot don't work out,

we'll just keep on pitching.

Here it is. Yes.

Room 302. Airport Hotel, Oakland.

Maybe we got our miracle!

A special little Chinese one.

It is the hope that Su Lin was a small help

to Mr. William.

Oh, Su Lin!

Come on. Next stop, Oakland.

I sense a little ladies Hotel Rendezvous.

I was on night duty then all right,

But I sure don't remember a looker like this.

Quite a dish, eh?

A little two highly seasoned for my digestion, thanks.

Lieutenant.

Just found a couple of cards for room 302 on June 9th.

Judge Baxter checked out at noon.

Mr. And Mrs. J Burns. Room not slept in.

J Burns. Burns.

Look, Quincy, the handwriting on the card is identical

to that on the photograph.

And here's a little more of the same thing.

The coverup telegram to Aunt Margaret.

And look at the impressions.

Jay here and here, RNS.

J Burns. That's the name she started a telegram too.

Room not slept in.

Say I got that dame pegged now, Lieutenant,

she said they'd be out of the room by midnight

as her husband was catching a plane.

But Quincy,

this ties it all up, doesn't it?

Yeah. Like a greased pig.

What do you mean? We've got the evidence now. The proof.

Of what?

Su Lin's theory that Irene was playing the field?

This evidence only proves that she came here

to keep a date with a man named Burns.

We can't even prove that he didn't keep the date.

But you know he didn't, there wasn't any Burns.

It was only a name that she and Torrence used!

Fine. If you can prove that,

Williams will be free, but none of this will prove it.

Sorry, copper. But we are just up another blind alley.

Wait! Yes sir?

There's a couple of sample cases from Mr. Sam Andrews,

came up from the station this morning.

Take them to Parlor B right away.

Sure thing, sir.

Be seated.

Case of the state versus Walter Williams.

Proceed, Mr. Eldridge.

Your Honor, we will call Mrs. Irene Williams.

Take the stand Mrs. Williams.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear the testimony you're about

to give in this cause to be the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

What cooks? The defense call on her?

Mr. Eldridge, what's the purpose in calling this witness?

Merely for purposes of identifying handwriting.

Now, Mrs. Williams, this photograph of you

Was stolen from my apartment.

So? According to the inscription,

to Walt, my adoring and adored husband, Irene,

this belongs to Mr. Williams.

This is your handwriting, isn't it?

Of course.

I'm touched that he should have wanted it so badly.

And this telegram addressed to Mrs. Margaret Hubbard.

Is that also your handwriting?

It is.

Now Mrs. Burns, I mean, Mrs. Williams,

This photograph is inscribed,

to Jim, my adoring and adored, Irene.

Did you write this too?

I, I see no point in all this.

Merely answer counsel's questions.

Did you write it?

I did.

And these letters addressed to Mr. James Torrence.

Did you write them? Yes!

And this monogrammed garment,

a gift from you to Mr. Torrence?

Why must I be tortured again by all this?

I never made any secret of my love for Jim Torrence.

That's why he is dead.

Your love for Jim Torrance?

Yet on the very night he was killed,

you had a rendezvous with a man named Burns, didn't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't know any man named Burns.

I was at home that night, very ill.

Oh yes, the sleeping pills.

Well, you must walk in your sleep then,

for you spent at least part of that night

at the airport hotel in Oakland,

where you registered for Mr. And Mrs. J Burns.

Don't waste the court's time trying to deny it.

This is the registration card that you signed at 9:20 PM,

and there's the room clerk who assigned you to room 302.

And this Mrs. Williams is the key to room 302,

which you very carelessly left in the pocket of a coat,

which was found in your closet yesterday.

All right. I was there. Now are you satisfied?

Not quite.

This Jay Burns, Mrs. Williams. Was his first name Jack?

Yes.

Have you been in contact with him lately?

No. No!

How long since you have seen or heard

from this Jack Burns?

Well, I don't know. I don't remember!

You bet she doesn't remember,

because there isn't any Jack Burns and there never was.

That was an alias for Jim Torrence,

and it was Torrence who was to have met you that night

after your charming little plot to kill your husband

had been duly executed.

It's not true! It's not true!

I have bad news for you, Mrs. Williams.

I can prove it's true.

These pajamas, these letters, this picture,

all of which you identified for the court,

were found in this suitcase,

which is full of the clothes and personal belongings

of Mr. James Torrence.

And the suitcase was found in the baggage room

of the airport hotel, where it's been held since June 9th,

and it says on this tag,

in large print, hold for Jack Burns.

That is all. Mrs. Williams.

Just a moment. Mrs. Williams.

Your honor, in view of the evidence presented,

we now ask for a dismissal of the state's case

against Walter Williams,

and we intend to charge Irene Williams

with conspiracy to commit murder against her husband,

Walter Williams.

Oh no!

The case against Walter Williams dismissed.

Court adjourned until two o'clock.

Well, that's that, Walt.

Congratulations, Mr. Williams.

I haven't the words for it, Quincy,

but we, we could never have made it without you.

Oh, sure you could. You know, son,

right always wins if you give it a little push,

especially when you've get a copper like this one

to do the push.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

You know, it'll seem kind of strange

being able to eat and sleep

without someone getting in your hair all the time.

Oh, fine. Walt, we're looking forward

to having your hand on the wheel again.

The Denver plants are waiting for you to open them.

You think you can make it the morning?

How about it, counselor?

You bet you can.

Oh, good. Well, I'll be running along.

Well, you think you'll like Denver?

It's okay by me, boss.

Yes. Impact.

The force with which two lives can come together.

Sometimes for evil, sometimes for good.