All language subtitles for Perry Mason s01e28 Daring Decoy.eg

Oh, Mr. Conway.

- What are you doing in here?
- Well, I--

- Where's Miss Eastman?
- She just stepped out for a minute.

So did I but you stepped in.
What are you after in here?

Nothing. Nothing, Mr. Conway,
honestly.

Miss Eastman, why would
Miss Calvert be in my office?

I just straightened out your desk
for you.

There wasn't anything
to do outside.

I thought while you were out
of your office,

I'd just straighten out your desk
for you.

How long has Miss Calvert
been employed by us?

A year. Almost a year.

- What department before this?
- Accounting.

No contact with Warner Griffith?

Warner who?

Miss Calvert wouldn't have had
anything to do with Mr. Griffith.

But perhaps we'd better send her
back to Accounting.

Well, perhaps we'd better.

Hello, Warner?
Warner, it's me, Rose.

I've got them, Warner.
The papers you wanted.

All right, I'll wait for you.

Period, paragraph.

We'll be able to take care
of the new order of business in Texas

as soon as the annual stockholders'
meeting is out of the way.

That is providing that I'm re-elected,
of course.

Miss Eastman, I've turned my files
and this desk inside out.

Now there's no doubt that
Rose Calvert has managed to steal

the confidential Texas documents.
These are of great importance--

Who are you?

How did you get in here?
What do you want?

Amelia Armitage.
The outer door was open.

- To speak to you.
- Well, it's after-hours.

Well, I realise that
but unfortunately, this can't wait.

What are you doing
to protect yourself

and the company
against Warner Griffith?

What do you know
about Warner Griffith?

Well, I know that you and Mr. Griffith
are fighting for control of Cal-Texas.

- Go on, madam.
- Therefore, Mr. Conway,

shouldn't you be doing something
to combat Mr. Griffith's activities?

Something about
getting yourself re-elected?

There are 3,419 stockholders,
including myself.

Most of them own a few shares,

and they're dependent on the dividends
they're paid.

Griffith would bleed them white.
And you help them.

Tell them your side.
Don't lose touch with them.

- Good night, Mr. Conway.
- Wait a minute, madam--

- Mrs.--
- Miss.

Miss. I'm not married, Mr. Conway.

Information, I'd like the night number
of Cal-Texas Exploration.

It's on Wilshire.

Providing this meets with the approval
of the board of directors,

period, paragraph.

Also, regarding the--

[PHONE RINGS]

Conway speaking.

WOMAN:
Mr. Conway, I have information

which can be
a tremendous help to you

in your fight for control
of Cal-Texas.

Oh, really?

I've got a list of the proxies
Warner Griffith has already obtained

and the names of the stockholders
who gave them to him. Would it help?

Of course it would.
Who is this speaking, please?

I'm sorry. I can't give you my name.

Do you know
you are being followed?

- Well, no.
- You are.

And I believe your phone is tapped.

That's why I've got
to take precautions.

All right, what do you suggest?

There are six phone booths
in the Empire Drug

at Wilton and La Brea.

Go to the one farthest
from the door.

At exactly 8:15, that phone will ring.

Well, this is real cloak and dagger.

If nothing has gone wrong, that call
at exactly 8:15 will direct you to me.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Hello?
WOMAN: Mr. Conway?

Speaking.

Meet me at the Hotel Redfern.
Room 709.

- When?
- Now.

- Now, just a minute.
- Wanna lose everything to Griffith?

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Seven, please.

Hello?

Anybody in here?

You walked down
from the seventh floor, huh?

Seventh floor, miss.

CONWAY:
So my first thought

was to get in touch
with our corporation counsel.

I finally found Mr. Varnell
at the bar association dinner.

Rather a stroke of luck
that you were sitting

at the same table with me, Mason?

I will tell you again how much
Mr. Conway appreciates this.

Smith & Wesson, .38.

Serial number, C for Charlie, 48809.

Well, what do you think?

I think it wasn't very bright
of Mr. Conway to remove the gun.

I told you. I wasn't thinking clearly.

When I recognised it
as belonging to the company, I--

Well, I guess I panicked.

Well, how well did you know
this Rose Calvert?

Look, I didn't kill the girl.

I wasn't there more than
two or three minutes at the most.

Now, was there--?

Was there anyone in your office when
you received this first phone call?

No.

Did you see anyone at the drugstore
who knew you?

So there's actually no proof
of those phone calls.

Whether you believe it or not,
Mr. Mason, a woman called me.

- I'm not making this up.
- Did you recognise her voice?

Well, it sounded familiar.
I think I've heard it before.

Where?

- Was it Rose Calvert's voice?
- I don't think so.

What about that woman who walked
into your office earlier this evening?

- Do you recall her name?
- Wait a minute.

Now I know why that voice
sounded familiar. It was Mrs. Griffith.

Warner's wife?
Well, that's impossible.

Maybe so, Varnell.

But it's the first thing
that's made sense.

If Conway is being framed
by Griffith,

Griffith would have to use
someone he could trust.

Della, get hold of Paul Drake.

See if he can locate Warner Griffith.

Have Paul turn this gun over
to the police.

Really, Mason? Is that advisable?

Well, it's evidence.
The police are entitled to it.

Well, you do what you feel is best.

Well, I think
under the circumstances,

we'd better get Mr. Conway
out of circulation for a while.

Someplace he can stay out of sight.

How about one of those motels
on Tracy Boulevard?

Good. Mr. Conway,
you're to use your own car

and register under your own name.

In the meantime,
I wanna talk with Mrs. Griffith.

Mason, I'm afraid it will be impossible
for Mr. Conway to do as you ask.

If he disappears now,
he may lose control of Cal-Texas.

If he doesn't, he may lose his life.

You can't imagine how flattered I was
to get a call from you, Mr. Mason.

I've always been admirer of yours.

Well, thank you.

I know I must apologise for intruding
so late in the evening, Mrs. Griffith.

Not at all. I'm flattered.
Now what can I do for you?

You might start by telling me why
you phoned my client, Dan Conway,

earlier this evening
and led him into a trap.

I did no such thing.
What gave you that idea?

Now, Mrs. Griffith,
we're reasonably intelligent people.

You used a telephone.
Calls can be traced.

But I didn't use this--

I walked into it, didn't I?

- Then you admit it?
- What else can I do?

Isn't it fortunate
there were no witnesses?

You intend to deny you made those
phone calls to Conway?

Of course.

All right.
Now, just for my own information,

why did you send him
to Room 709 of the Redfern Hotel?

Why did I do what?

This is no joking matter, Mrs. Griffith.
A woman has been murdered.

- Who?
- The police haven't identified her yet.

Well,
what has all that to do with me?

It has to do with your instructions
to Conway.

I didn't have a chance
to give him any instructions.

He was supposed to be
at the Empire Drug

at exactly 8:15 to get my call
and he wasn't there.

- He was there. He took a call.
- Not mine.

Someone pretending to be you?

I thought his office phone
was tapped.

Why would
you wanna help Conway?

Wouldn't that be against
your husband's best interests?

My husband's interests
are no longer mine, Mr. Mason.

- Where is Mr. Griffith?
- I haven't the slightest idea.

- Did you see him today?
- No.

And the next time I see him,
it'll be in court.

Take a look at that.

One of his hobbies is photography.
I won't comment on the other.

I found three poses like that

in an undeveloped roll of film
in his camera.

Fascinates you too, huh?

When Warner left Cal-Texas,

he employed this girl for
some part-time work. That proxy thing.

- What's her name?
- Rose Calvert. Mrs.

But she's separated
from her husband.

Where does she do
this part-time work?

- At your husband's office?
- I don't know.

But if you're interested, she lives
at the Sorrento Arms. Apartment 319.

Thank you. Now, about those proxies
for Dan Conway?

- Well, I can't give them to him now.
- Why not?

Well, if there's been a murder
as you say--

There has.

Well, I can't afford
to have anything come out

that would jeopardise my position
with my husband.

I'm gonna light up enough fireworks
in court.

May I? I promise not to show it
to your husband.

I don't know what you see in her.

She's the kind that'll run to fat
in another ten years.

I don't think she'll have
that problem now.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Mr. Calvert?
- What do you want? Who are you?

Name's Mason. I'd like to talk to you.

This time of night?
Who'd you say you are?

Perry Mason.
It's very important, Mr. Calvert.

Oh.

Yeah. Now I place you.

You're a lawyer.

- If you're here about Rose, this is--
- I am.

Well, I'm not gonna give her
a divorce. I told her that.

Well, she'll come
to her senses pretty quickly.

She has a good thing here with me.

See, this house is all paid for.
Not a cent of mortgage on it.

Oh, sure, she likes to have some fun
and she's young.

I figure it's better
to have your house paid for than to--

When did she leave you,
Mr. Calvert?

lt'll be seven months, February 9.

I may have bad news for you.

- Bad news?
- I'm trying to identify a woman

who was murdered several hours ago
in Los Angeles.

- Murdered?
- It may have been your wife.

Murdered? Rose?

- No, you're wrong.
- Perhaps I am.

I located you from a return address
written on a letter

sticking out of Mrs. Calvert's mailbox
at the Sorrento Arms.

MASON: Is this your wife?
CALVERT: Yes.

Was she doing some modelling
in L.A.?

- Is that why she's dressed like this?
- Possibly.

I shouldn't have let her leave me.

I figured if she got all that making fun
out of her system, you see,

then she'd still be here with me.

Murdered?

This house is all paid for,
not a cent of mortgage on it.

I told her just before she left.
I said, "Rose, the--

This is security for you,
for the rest of your life."

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Oh, I didn't expect you back
from Ellendale until 4.

Traffic was light.

May I have some coffee?
I could use a cup.

- I made a gallon.
- Trouble?

- Mm-hm.
- Conway?

Tragg has an all-points bulletin out
for his arrest.

Where did you leave Conway?

Glade Motel, Unit 22.

By the way, Paul says Tragg is raising
you know what.

He wants to know
where you got the gun.

- Where's Paul now?
- In your office.

He has a friend with him.
Mr. Warner Griffith.

Shall I get my pad?

No, no, you don't.
You've done enough today.

Stay at home.

- Who's going to do your dishes?
- You will. Tomorrow.

- Now, good night.
- Good night.

[DOOR CLOSES]

- Hi, Perry.
- Mr. Griffith, Mr. Mason.

This is a great pleasure, Mr. Mason.

I understand
you've been looking for me.

Yes, I have.

I hope I won't seem presumptuous
if I ask why.

Haven't you read the Sunrise edition
of the paper?

I assume you're referring
to the murder in Room 709.

I'm referring to the murder
of Rose Calvert.

You must have recognised her.
Why didn't you go to the police?

Well, I just saw the headlines
as I got to my club.

Mr. Drake was waiting for me.

I thought I was being very cooperative
in coming here.

Did you know Rose Calvert

while you were associated
with the Cal-Texas Company?

Why, of course.

MASON: Who paid for Room 709
at the Hotel Redfern?

Why did Rose Calvert register
under an alias?

- Why did she, Mason?
- I have a theory.

Be my guest.

A theory that you might be
the murderer.

Oh, really?

A theory that you used Rose Calvert
as your contact in Conway's office,

that she finally delivered the goods,

that your relationship with Rose
was a great deal more intimate

than that of employer-employee.

That your wife found out about it
and threatened you with a divorce.

That you realised at that moment

that Rose Calvert
was no longer useful to you

but was actually a liability.

- What time was Calvert murdered?
- Paul?

Coroner established it
between 7:30 and 8:30 p.m.

Now, isn't that a shame?

Your beautiful theory
right out the window.

My plane reservations.

I've been in Phoenix, Arizona,
since early yesterday morning.

Just got back about 1:00.

How could I have killed her
from Phoenix?

Unless I stuck pins in a voodoo doll.
Did she die that way, Mason?

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

Yes?

MAN [OVER INTERCOM]:
Mr. Burger,

Lieutenant Tragg and Mr. Mason
are on their way in.

Good.

Sit down, Mason.

Thank you.

And thank you
for sending Lieutenant Tragg

to issue a personal invitation.

I just wanted to make sure
you got it.

I'm gonna ask you some questions,
Mason.

I want some straight answers.
Where's Daniel Conway?

As a matter of fact, I don't know.
I haven't spoken with him this morning.

- Next question?
- The gun.

It checks out as the murder weapon.
How did you get it?

That information is confidential
for the time being.

Uh-huh. Oh, yeah?
Right in form, Mason.

Misusing the basic safeguards
of the law to suit your own purposes.

I turned the gun over
to Lieutenant Tragg

as soon as I learned
it was a possible murder weapon.

And withheld the identity
of the deceased.

I didn't know her identity,
not positively.

Would you have me speculate
on a matter like that?

I'd have you smelling brimstone
through a nail hole if it was up to me.

And that may be just closer
than you think.

Because this time,
Lieutenant Tragg and I

figured the way you'd figure, Mason.

You wouldn't send your client
out of town.

That would be resorting to flight.

You wouldn't try to hide him under
an alias, that would be secreting.

No, the way you'd figure it,
the best way to conceal your client

would be to have him register
at a middle-class motel

using his right name
and driving his own car.

Lieutenant?

Believe me, Perry,
we've looked high and low

and we just can't find that girl.

You've gotta find her, Paul.

She didn't barge
into Conway's office

on the night of the murder
just by chance.

Stranger things have happened.

Well, how would she know
Conway was there?

It was after-hours.
Everyone else in the building--

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

- Yes?
DELLA: I'm sorry to bother you

but there's a Miss Amelia Armitage
here to see you.

- Armitage?
- She's a stockholder in Cal-Texas.

Well, tell her to see Mr. Varnell.
He's their company's attorney.

- We've our own headaches.
- Maybe she can solve them.

She claims she's the one who talked
to Conway in his office that night.

Now, do you still want her
to see Varnell?

Bring her right in, Della.

- You want me to shove off?
- No, no, you stay.

- Get a chair, will you, Paul?
- Sure.

MASON:
Come in, please.

Mr. Mason, I really appreciate this.
I know how busy you are.

Miss Armitage, Mr. Drake.

- How do you do?
- Great.

- Sit down, won't you?
- Thank you.

I understand you go to trial
on Thursday.

Yes, we do.

- How are Mr. Conway's chances?
- Excellent.

I'm so glad.

He impressed me as being
a very bright and intelligent man.

He is.

I understand you were in Mr. Conway's
office on the night of the murder.

- That's right.
- What time was this?

Well, it was around 7:00.

Just as I was leaving the office,
the telephone rang.

Perhaps it was wrong of me,
but I did a little eavesdropping.

I heard Mr. Conway make that
appointment to go to the drugstore.

Go on.

It sounded so intriguing,
I followed him there.

Now, I saw him enter a phone booth

and I believe it was the second one
from the end.

After few seconds, the phone rang.

What time was that?

Around ten after 8.

Miss Armitage,

would you be willing to tell that story
on the stand?

Of course. I've already told Mr. Burger,
the district attorney.

Have you? What did he say?

Well, he suggested
that I come and talk to you.

I see.

Thank you very much for coming by.

What's wrong?

You read about those phone calls
in the paper.

I did not.

Do you realise if you told that story on
the stand, you'd be guilty of perjury?

I know that Mr. Conway is innocent.

How?

Well, I-- I just know it, that's all.

I'm afraid our courts don't recognise
womanly intuition as evidence.

Thank you again, Miss Armitage.

I'm sorry I wasted your time,
Mr. Mason.

- I'll see you out.
- No, please don't bother.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

She was only trying to help.

That kind of help
could put Conway in the gas chamber.

What made you suspect
she was lying?

Her story about the phone call
wasn't quite correct.

And when she said
Burger send her over here...

Well, I learned long ago
to look Mr. Burger's gift horses

right in the mouth.

- Check on that girl, Paul.
- Yeah.

I'm going over to see Conway.

And we will prove
that the defendant, Daniel Conway,

did wilfully murder Rose Calvert
on the night of January 20th.

That he went to her hotel room
with just that thought in mind.

After you've heard the evidence,
ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

the state will ask you for a verdict
of murder in the first degree.

Then the morgue attendant asked me
if I recognised the body.

It was Rose. My wife.

When did you first learn
of Mrs. Calvert's death?

Well, a man came to see me
around midnight.

He had a picture of Rose

and I don't know where he got it
but he said that she was...

...murdered.

I couldn't believe it, so
I got in touch with the sheriff's office.

And you told the sheriff
that this midnight visitor

had showed you a picture
which you identified as your wife?

Yes, sir.

And I wanted to find out whether
it was true that she was murdered.

Because that's what
your midnight visitor had told you?

Yes, sir.

That's all.

I have no questions of this witness

but I will stipulate
I was the midnight visitor referred to

by the prosecution.

You may step down, Mr. Calvert.

We received an anonymous tip
and were checking it out.

We found the body in Room 709
of the Hotel Redfern

at about 8:40
on the evening of January 20th.

- Did you find any fingerprints?
- Just one set.

A right hand on the desk chair.

- Could you identify those prints?
- Yes, we did.

They belonged to Daniel Conway,
the defendant.

BURGER:
Lieutenant,

since there was only one set of
prints found in a whole room,

and since the defendant
has the customary two hands,

couldn't we assume
that he made every possible effort

to remove all evidence of his visit
to Room 709?

I object, Your Honour,

as calling for a conclusion
from the witness.

Sustained.

Later that same night, lieutenant,
did you receive a package

containing a Smith & Wesson
.38 calibre revolver?

I did.

Is this the gun in question?

Yes, it is.

Perhaps the jury would care
to examine the exhibit.

BURGER: You have heard
Mr. Fred Calvert testify

the verification of the identity
of the deceased

was made by Mr. Mason
at about 12:00?

TRAGG:
Yes, yes, sir.

BURGER: When did you receive news
of that verification?

About 7:00,
the following morning.

I presume you received it
from Mr. Mason?

No, I did not.
I got it from Mr. Fred Calvert.

Your Honour, I object to this whole line
of questioning.

Immaterial, irrelevant
and certainly incompetent.

Mr. Burger, if you are insinuating

that Mr. Mason withheld information
from the police,

that's another matter
than the one we're concerned with

and I uphold Mr. Mason's objection.

I have no further questions
for this witness.

Lieutenant Tragg,

a rather pointed implication
has just been made

concerning my behaviour
in this case.

An implication
that I've been guilty of misconduct.

I think we ought to clarify that issue,
don't you?

Yes, I do.

Now when you first spoke
to Mr. Calvert,

what exactly did he say?

Well, he told me that you showed him
a picture of his wife.

Did he tell you at that time
that I knew it was his wife?

- No, no.
- Of course not.

Because I had no way of knowing
at that time

that the deceased was Rose Calvert

or that she was the wife
of Fred Calvert.

I thought if she were,
her husband would go to the morgue

and identify her, which apparently,
is just exactly what he did.

If you want me to say that you did

what any cooperative citizen
would have done--

Well, didn't I, lieutenant?

- What did you say, lieutenant?
- Yes.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Miss Jordan, you are employed
as an elevator operator

at the Hotel Redfern?

Yes, sir.

And you have identified
Daniel Conway

as having visited that hotel
on the evening of January 20.

Yes, sir.

I remember I was reading
a book at the time

and I let him off on the seventh floor.

- What time of day was this?
- Around 8:30.

Thank you.

Miss Jordan,
you say you were reading a book

when you took the defendant
to the seventh floor?

That's right.

- What was the name of this book?
- You Could Die Laughing.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

- Was it interesting?
- Very. I couldn't put it down.

If you couldn't put the book down,
how could you possibly recognise

the defendant's face?

Thank you, Miss Jordan. That's all.

Your Honour,
I have a question on redirect.

Miss Jordan, you didn't say
that you recognised the defendant

by his face, did you?

- No, sir.
- How did you recognise him?

By his feet.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

By his feet?

Yes, sir. You see, I sit all day
at the elevator controls

and I read when I'm not too busy,
which I'm never too busy anyway.

So mostly, I see shoes and feet,
so it's kind of a hobby. I study them.

Have you any documentation
for this unusual ability?

Well, not outside of the tests
they made of me at Stanford.

What were the findings
of these tests?

They called me phenomenal,
a quirk of nature.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

Of course, there was the write-up
of me in Timeweek

when all those professors
from The University of Chicago

came to the hotel and--

That's all, Miss Jordan, I think--

Of course,
it was really easy with him

because I dropped him
on the seventh floor

and a little while later,
I picked him up on the sixth floor.

And I said to him,
"You walked down a flight, didn't you?"

That's all, Miss Jordan.
Thank you very much.

You may step down.

I call Warner Griffith.

Mr. Griffith, you were a member
of the board of directors

of the Cal-Texas Explorations,
is that so?

Until about four months ago.

And you had certain
policy disagreements

with the president and chairman
of the board, Mr. Daniel Conway?

- That is correct.
- I see.

Now, Mr. Griffith, did you employ
the deceased, Rose Calvert,

as a part-time secretary

- after you left Cal-Texas?
- That's right.

What kind of work was this,
Mr. Griffith?

- Confidential?
- Extremely.

Having to do with proxies you were
gathering for the upcoming meeting?

Yes, sir. But that wasn't
the most important work.

There was something a great deal
more valuable. A great deal.

And what was that?

A white paper.

Having to do with certain investigations
I had been making

of Conway's recent field trip

and other information
Rose Calvert supplied me.

Would you tell us
about this information

and these investigations, please,
Mr. Griffith?

Objection, Your Honour,

in addition to the question being
incompetent, immaterial and irrelevant,

it also calls for hearsay testimony.

It seems to me, Mr. Mason, that this
goes to the question of motivation

and I will, therefore, allow it.
Your objection overruled.

Go ahead, Mr. Griffith.

The white paper concerned evidence
that Conway was turning over

to our competitors
information of oil leases,

which Cal-Texas has spent thousands
of dollars to compile.

Let me state the proposition,
Mr. Griffith.

It would be a matter of vital importance
to Daniel Conway

to know how much proof
you had against him,

to know how much information

Rose Calvert had taken from his office,
wouldn't it?

GRIFFITH: Yes.
- Your Honour--

Mrs. Calvert kept this white paper
hidden at her place of work,

- Room 709 at the Hotel Redfern?
- Yes.

So anybody looking for it would tear
the place apart in order to find it.

- Yes.
- Objection.

Your Honour, I've tried to be patient
during this interrogation

but the district attorney has
consistently been leading the witness,

calling for opinion.

You are quite right, Mr. Mason.

You will refrain from this type
of questioning, Mr. Burger.

But, Your Honour,
we have already proven

that the white paper
represented a threat

to one man and to only one man,
Daniel Conway.

And that only Daniel Conway knew
that Rose Calvert had stolen from it.

That's right. She could've ruined him.
That's why he killed her.

[BANGING GAVEL]

[CROWD MURMURING]

[BUZZER SOUNDING]

Hello, I thought you were going
to come alone.

I brought Mavis along
for a little experiment.

- What kind of an experiment?
- You heard her testify in court today

that she could identify people
by their feet or shoes.

- Yes, I heard it.
- That's what I'd like her to test.

- Not here, you're not.
- Why not, Mrs. Griffith?

Because I don't want her
messing around in my closet.

We'll either do this here tonight or
in court tomorrow. Now it's up to you.

All right, go ahead.

Where are your shoes?

Here.

That's them.

These are the ones she wore the day
of the murder?

Hey, what is this?

Yeah,
she got out on the seventh floor.

She's got a good, sturdy step.
She doesn't wobble like most women.

- Seventh floor? What seventh floor?
- It won't do, Mrs. Griffith.

You were at the Hotel Redfern
on the night of the murder.

What's more, you were in Room 709
and you searched Room 709.

Well?

How can she remember
that it was that pair?

- Why did you go to that hotel?
- I--

To have it out with Rose Calvert.

I wasn't going to let her
take my husband without a fight.

Even if the fight came to murder?

No, no. I found her dead.
I didn't kill her and that's the truth.

Is it?

I went up there so angry at Warner.

I wouldn't have cared
if he'd been skewered alive.

I hated him.

And then I saw her dead and I thought,
"Warner did it. What can I do?"

In one second, I hated him
and the next, I had to protect him.

Somehow, I had to make sure
the police didn't think of him.

So you telephoned Daniel Conway.

[CRYING]
Yes.

You telephoned him both times.

You tricked him into going to the hotel.

- Yes.
- You turned the room upside down

looking for evidence that might link
your husband with the murder.

- Did you find some?
- No.

No, of course not.

Warner Griffith wouldn't be so careless
as to leave evidence around.

Then you wiped the room clean
of fingerprints

and then you telephoned the police

so they might find Conway
with the body.

Now, do you still say
you hate your husband, Mrs. Griffith?

But it wasn't Warner, Mr. Mason.
He was in Phoenix, he said.

I know.

I know that's what he said.

Come on, Mavis.

[SOBBING]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Perry, there's no doubt Griffith
was in Phoenix.

- No doubt?
- None. My operative checked.

He was there, all right.
Your hunch was right too.

Time in Phoenix unaccounted for?

Uh-huh. About 6 to 11
the evening of the murder.

Check on that 6 to 11,
will you, Paul?

Okay.

CLERK: All rise, please.
This court is now in session.

Mr. Griffith.

Your white paper states
that company information

was delivered into the hands
of competitors by Daniel Conway.

That's correct.

Did this information have to do
with certain fine buying opportunities?

You bet, it did.

Then wouldn't it had been
good business franchise

for Cal-Texas
to have made arrangements

with a few smaller companies

in order to buy these lands
and leases for Cal-Texas?

And wasn't that, in truth, exactly
what Daniel Conway was doing?

Well, if Conway was manipulating
things like that,

it wasn't apparent to me.

It's rather an obvious business
manoeuvre, isn't it?

As a man who aspires to be president
of Cal-Texas,

it should be obvious to you,
shouldn't it?

Well, there are wheels
within wheels.

Indeed there are.
Several thousand people are involved

in the Cal-Texas findings
and explorations.

To satisfy
your own personal ambitions,

you have caused them to sacrifice,
in part, some of their security,

for with this smear of Conway,

the market value of their stock
has depreciated.

- Now that's true, isn't it, Mr. Griffith?
- Well, I--

Well? Is it, Mr. Griffith?

Your Honour, this is unfair.

This is putting me
in a most embarrassing position.

It seems to me you've placed
yourself in this position.

Answer counsel's question.

- Yes.
- Then actually, this white paper

was just a cheap trick
to discredit Daniel Conway

and could not possibly have been
a motive for Rose Calvert's murder.

Now if there was one thing
in that white paper

besides what I've mentioned,
tell the jury and tell them now.

Your Honour, I object.

This question has already been asked
and answered.

I think counsel is entitled
to a direct statement from the witness.

But we don't have to belabour
the point, do we, Mr. Mason?

It needed stating, Your Honour.
I'm satisfied.

Now, Mr. Griffith,

you were aware
that a gun had been purchased

by the Accounting Department while
you were still with Cal-Texas?

Yes.

And Rose Calvert worked
in the Accounting Department?

- Yes.
- Have you seen that gun recently?

- I don't mean in court yesterday.
- Yes.

Was that gun in the possession
of Rose Calvert?

Yes.

She had taken it
from the Cal-Texas office.

Now, did she keep it in Room 709
at the Redfern Hotel?

- I don't know.
- Did she give it to you to hold for her?

- No.
- But you did have access to it?

Yes, I guess so.

Rose Calvert
was an attractive woman.

Was there anything between you
other than a business relationship?

Your Honour, I object.
Mr. Griffith is not on trial.

Your Honour, I contend this is
within the scope of cross-examination.

I'm going to sustain this objection.

Very well.

Mr. Griffith,

did you see Rose Calvert
on the day she was murdered?

I was in Phoenix, Arizona.

There are five hours unaccounted for
on your day in Phoenix, from 6 to 11.

You had time to hire a private plane,
fly here, return to Phoenix

in time to catch the scheduled flight
back to Los Angeles.

Well, that's ridiculous.
I did no such thing.

Do you deny seeing Rose Calvert

or visiting her
on the day she was murdered?

The closest I came to visiting her

was when I had returned
from Phoenix early in the morning.

I went to Rose's apartment house,
the Sorrento Arms.

She was suppose to wait up for me.
But she wasn't there.

Did you take a letter from
her mailbox at the Sorrento Arms?

No.

Mr. Griffith, there's testimony
that a letter was sent to Rose Calvert

and that it was in her mailbox
on the day she was murdered.

And that letter
seems to have disappeared.

Now, remembering you are still
under oath, I ask you once again.

Did you examine that mailbox
and did you remove such a letter?

I did not.

I can't say that I acted like a gentleman
in this thing

but I didn't remove any letter.
And I didn't kill her.

Your Honour,

if I may recall a previous witness,
I believe I can prove someone is lying.

Your Honour, I don't see why
we must have any more irregularity

in the conduct of this trial.
Mr. Mason has gone far afield already.

- What witness, Mr. Mason?
- Fred Calvert.

I see no reason
why he can't be recalled.

Fred Calvert will please come forward.
You may step down, Mr. Griffith.

The witness needn't be sworn in
again. He's still under oath.

Mr. Calvert,

when I went to visit you
on the night of Rose's murder,

I told you I had gotten your address
from your wife's mailbox.

Do you remember that?

- No. No, I don't.
- You don't remember that?

Well, there were so many things
happening, so many things.

But it was just about midnight
when I got to your house, wasn't it?

Midnight? Yes.

And when I left, what did you do?

Well, I went to the sheriff in Ellendale
and we drove to L.A.

and I identified my wife, Rose.

That was about 7:00 in the morning,
wasn't it?

- Yes, about 7:00.
- But that's almost seven hours.

I drove from Los Angeles
to your house in just about an hour.

Why did it take you all that time?

Well, it did, you know?

Was there something else
you had to do

before you went to see the sheriff
in Ellendale?

No.

What was in that letter, Mr. Calvert?

Did you threaten your wife
because she had fallen in love

- with Warner Griffith?
- Nope.

There was something in that letter
that would direct suspicion toward you

so that you had to drive
to Los Angeles, pick up the letter

and then drive back to Ellendale.

- That's what took so long, isn't it?
- No.

You did a lot of travelling
on the day of the murder.

All right, you won't leave me alone,
I did it.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

What did you do, Mr. Calvert?

I did go and get that letter.
But not for what you said.

It was because I wanted
that deed back.

What deed?

To my house.

I sent it to her because I thought
that if I gave her my house,

she'd come back to me.
But when she died--

Why should her relatives
get my house?

Why did you keep denying that
you went after that letter, Mr. Calvert?

Well.

It's against the law
tampering with the mails, you know.

Besides, it was my letter
to begin with.

Why should I wanna kill her?
I wanted her back. I loved her.

But she wasn't coming back.

You found that out when you went
to the Hotel Redfern, Room 709,

earlier that night.

- About 7:45, to be exact, wasn't it?
- No.

Maybe you didn't intend killing her.

Maybe you just wanted
to plead with her.

No, no.

But she wasn't going
to come back to you.

She got angry with you.
Did she threaten you with that gun?

What gun?

The gun she kept in her hotel room.
The murder weapon.

No.

You keep saying no,
just as you did previously.

But you don't mean it now

any more than you meant it before,
do you?

Your Honour, I protest.

You took that gun away from her.
You suddenly got angry with her.

After all, you'd given her your house,
your mortgage-free house.

Everything she could want in life.
Now--

Maybe the gun went off
just by accident.

Just by accident?

No.

Your Honour, this is pure conjecture
on the part of the defence counsel.

Just a moment, Mr. Burger.

Your Honour,
I ask the court's indulgence.

What for, Mr. Mason?

I'd like the witness to step down
to clarify a point of identification.

All right. Step down, Mr. Calvert.

Would you stand here
in front of the jury, please?

Miss Mavis Jordan, please.

Miss Jordan is the elevator operator
at the Hotel Redfern.

I'd like her to look at your shoes,
if you don't mind.

I loved my wife.
Honest, I did, Mr. Mason.

Just a moment, Miss Jordan.

I don't think we'll need
your identification.

I thought she'd come to her senses
and come back to me. She wouldn't.

She was willing to give up everything.
Even the house.

Then you went to that hotel room
and you killed her.

Yes. The way you said it,
Mr. Mason.

Almost exactly the way you said.

[CHUCKLES]

- You know what's the funny thing?
- What's that, Perry?

Well, Calvert standing
in front of the jury.

- Mavis staring at his shoes.
- Yes.

Why didn't you let
her finish her identification?

- He couldn't.
- Well, why?

She couldn't. Calvert was wearing
a different pair of shoes.

[LAUGHS]

Well,
I'm glad there's a happy ending.

- Hello.
- Oh, hello, there.

I know I should apologise for intruding
but I just want to say congratulations.

Oh, thank you very much.

I still have the stockholders' meeting
ahead of me,

- but won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

You don't have to worry about that
stockholders' meeting, Mr. Conway.

- Well, why not, Miss--?
- Armitage. Amelia Armitage.

Wait a minute.
Are you from Running Springs, Texas?

- That's right.
- Oh, then your family owns 37--

Thirty-seven percent
of the controlling shares of Cal-Texas.

Well, looks like you have it made,
young fellow.

I think we'd better be going.

- Good luck, Mr. Conway.
CONWAY: Thank you.

- Good night, Miss Armitage.
- Good night.

He's about 33, isn't he? That's
a good age for her, don't you think?

What are you up to now,
Miss Fix-it?

Well, I just thought since they were
both very interested in Cal-Texas,

it would be a good time
for a merger.

Oh, come on.

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