All language subtitles for Perry Mason s01e29 Hesitant Hostess.eng

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING INSIDE]

I'm warning you, Sanders,

I catch you hanging around here again,
I'll call the cops.

Good evening, Mr. Archer.

Kind of slow tonight.

Yeah.

How about a light, baby?

What's the matter?
You look worried.

You should know about that, Kim.

Did you arrange for the money?

Pick it up at 5, tomorrow afternoon,
at the apartment.

Then you have nothing
to worry about.

I can keep a secret.

I want you to know one thing, Kim.

- I'm not going to go on being--
- You'll go on being anything

I want you to be,
Mr. Frederick Archer III.

Let's get that straight.

There's nothing more between us.

Nothing but money.

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYS OVER RADIO]

[DOOR OPENS]

Don't turn on the light.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Know where I am?

I'm at the Regis Towers.

It's a penthouse
on the very top floor.

And there's a man waiting
in the drawing room to take me out.

A strictly uptown man.

That's the way
it's going to be with me,

strictly uptown.

Even champagne can't hold back
tomorrow, Kim.

Tomorrow I won't care.

Sure.

That's the way it's going to be, Inez.

I've got the world by a string.

Only for some of us,
the string's got knots in it.

Not so bad for you.

I got you a good job, didn't I?

INEZ:
Dance hostess?

Best way I know to get a massage
to music.

KIM: Know any other business
that you could travel as much?

Well, of course, we do get overseas
modelling assignments now and then.

But there's always a catch.

You've always gotta come back
to Danceland's ballroom.

You know,

if it wasn't for those tips,
I'd quit tomorrow.

Too late to quit, baby.

You're as much a part of the operation
as the bricks in this building.

What do you mean, operation?

When you find that out,
you'll have just invented security.

Security?

I don't understand.

When you do, baby,
you can quit your job like I did.

Tomorrow night's my last night
at that joint.

From then on, Kim Lane's walking
9 feet tall.

[SLOW MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Come in.

Miss Rayburn, Larry Coles said
you wanted to see me.

Yes, I did.

I understand you left word
that you wanted to talk to Mr. Archer

if he should come in.

That's right.

Well, Inez, Mr. Archer is only
our landlord.

I run Danceland Ballroom.

Is there something you want
to discuss about your work?

Oh, no. It's nothing about my work.

It's Kim Lane.

Well, what about Kim?

Well, she left the apartment
this morning.

She had a date
and didn't come back.

What does this have to do
with Mr. Archer?

Oh, well, Kim and Mr. Archer
were going together.

Inez, Mr. Archer is a very happily
married man.

Now, he's not gonna have any
back-alley association with Kim.

Miss Rayburn,

as long as we are on the subject
of Kim,

she said that she'd quit.

This was her last night.

Well?

Well, she'd been drinking last night,

so I didn't pay too much attention
at first.

Although she did say,
once you get to know this operation,

you've invented security.

Oh. Well, what else did Kim
have to say?

Oh, you know, just rambles.

Somehow, I got the impression
she was talking about

those overseas modelling jobs
we take.

Look, if you aren't happy
with your modelling assignments,

I can see that you don't get
any more.

Oh, no. I wanna go.

Well, then let's forget all this talk
about what Kim said

and get back on the floor.

Yes, ma'am.

Martha, I need help.

I was driving down Front Street.

I stopped for a red light, when this
fellow pulled a gun and held me up.

- Before I--
RAYBURN: Just a moment, Fred.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

MAN: All right, Sanders, get up.
- Huh?

MAN: Come on, Sanders,
we haven't got all day.

What do you fellows want?

I didn't do nothing, officer. Honest.

You ain't done nothing.
These guys are all alike.

How did this get
into your trashcan outside?

- That is your trashcan, isn't it?
- Yeah.

All right,
where'd you hide the gun?

I ain't got no gun.

I don't suppose you were
anywhere Front Street

about midnight last night?

No.

You gotta believe me, officer.

- Come on. We're going downtown.
- Please.

No.

No, wait. Wait, wait.

Good morning, Mr. Sanders.

My name is Perry Mason.
I'm going to represent you.

I didn't ask for a lawyer.

I know, I was in court this morning
when you were arraigned.

And who's gonna pay?

All I've got in the world is $23
and a beat-up old trailer.

I volunteered to defend you.
The court appointed me.

Why should a big-shot lawyer like you
waste his time on a charity?

Do you think it's a waste of time?

What I think or feel
doesn't make any difference.

Anyway, who cares?

You've been a good many things,
Sanders, but never a quitter.

How would you know?

Oh, I made a few enquiries.

I know a good deal about you.

I know that eight years ago,

your wife and two children were killed
in an automobile accident.

It was all my fault.

If I hadn't fell asleep at the wheel--

Because you'd been driving 36 hours
straight to get here in time for a job.

You can't keep on blaming yourself
for an accident.

Now,

shall we get down to business?

Yeah.

All right.

Tell me exactly what happened
this morning.

About 9:00 the cops started
banging on my door.

Wanted to know what
Frederick Archer lll's wallet

was doing in my trashcan.

Had you ever seen this Mr. Archer
before?

Never.

MASON: According to the
police report, Mr. Archer,

you were on Front Street, stopped
for a red light at about 12 midnight

on Monday of last week
when this man ran out from the kerb

and held a gun on you
and your lady companion.

I was the lady companion.

But you didn't bother to report
the robbery.

If it hadn't been for a druggist
who witnessed the thing

from his shop, you and--

I'm sorry. It's probably my fault,
Mr. Mason.

You see, I rent this ballroom
from Mr. Archer.

And we had some business
to discuss in his office.

However, I didn't feel very well,
and I decided to go home.

That was when it happened.

I just didn't feel up to talking
to the police,

so Mr. Archer drove me straight
to my apartment.

Really, Mr. Mason, I hate to see
so much made of this.

After all, no one was hurt.

No one but my client,
Albert Sanders.

- You talked to them all?
- Mm-hm.

Rene, Dawn, Jovine.
Boy, what names and what actresses.

They have their parts down so pat,

they could've been reading them
from the same script.

They try to tell you anything
in particular?

Yes.

That they hadn't seen their boss,
Martha Rayburn, at all

the night of the robbery.

So it would seem she was in that car
with Archer.

So it would seem.

Thank you, Della.

Oh. Good morning, Paul.

How were the girls at
the Danceland Ballroom last night?

Well rehearsed.

Well, the Drake Detective Agency

hasn't been letting any grass grow
under its feet.

I paid a visit to the State College
campus this morning.

Made a friend of a third-string
halfback.

Kid who doubles as bouncer
down at the ballroom.

Well, what's his name?

Larry Coles.

I showed Larry a list of the employees
at the ballroom.

Apparently we overlooked someone.

- Who?
- A hostess named Inez Kaylor.

She was fired last week.

So?

So according to her landlady,

Inez said she was fired the night
of April 16th,

which was the night of the robbery.

And that she was fired
by Martha Rayburn in person.

- At the ballroom?
- Right after closing.

A little more than two hours
after the robbery.

This Miss Kaylor might make
a very interesting witness.

Think you can you get her
on this trial?

Well, she's moved to Las Vegas.
But we'll try.

I'll send Ralph Faulkner
to talk to her.

He could be very convincing.

PAUL:
Hiya, Faulkner.

Mr. Drake, this is Inez Kaylor.

- How do you do, Miss Kaylor?
- Fine.

I'm glad Ralph could talk you
into cooperating.

I could never refuse a gentlemen.

Nice going, Ralph.
Sit down, Miss Kaylor. Please.

And how long is this gonna take?

We should have you on a flight back
to Las Vegas tomorrow afternoon.

Miss Kaylor, are you familiar
with this case?

Yes. But just what am I supposed
to tell them?

Just the truth.

And as I understand it,

Martha Rayburn fired you the night
of April 16th.

Indeed, she did.

Then she was at the ballroom.

Well, she didn't relieve me
of my duties by mental telepathy.

Miss Rayburn swears she wasn't
at the ballroom that night.

Oh, my, how that woman can lie.

Does Martha know I'm here?

No. We thought it'd be nicer
to surprise her.

I'll tell Mr. Mason you're here.

[LAUGHS]

MAN:
Now, Miss Rayburn--

You got a good look at the man
who held up you and Mr. Archer

at the point of a gun?

I most certainly did. There was a
streetlight shining directly on his face.

Mm-hm. And do you see the man
in the court here?

Yes, I do.

He's sitting over there
next to Mr. Mason.

You're referring to

- the defendant, Albert Sanders?
- I am.

Thank you.

- Your witness.
- Thank you.

Miss Rayburn, exactly what did you do
after the robbery?

I'll ask you once again,
Miss Rayburn,

are you absolutely positive you did not
go to the Danceland Ballroom

on the night in question?

Yes, I'm absolutely positive.

Mr. Drake, will you please bring in
Miss Inez Kaylor?

Inez?

- You know Miss Kaylor?
- Well, yes. She used to work for me.

When was her employment
terminated?

I don't exactly know.

Perhaps Miss Kaylor
will be more specific.

[INAUDIBLE]

If it please the court,

I want the witness to look
at Miss Inez Kaylor

for purposes of identification.

However, it seems it will take some
time to bring Miss Kaylor into court.

I should like to continue
my cross-examination

of Miss Rayburn
on Monday morning.

JUDGE: Very well,
as the hour of adjournment is near,

this court will recess
until 10:00 on Monday morning.

Witness may stand down.

[GAVEL BANGS]

Paul, why didn't you post a man
with Inez?

Perry, she wanted to put
Martha Rayburn on the griddle.

I had no idea she'd fade like that.

- Find her, Paul, by Monday morning.
- I'll find her.

Della, I'll meet you at the office.

- Come on, hit the ball.
- Come on, man.

[BAT HITS BALL]

Get it, Lenny. Hurry up.

He's going home. Come on, Bobby.
Come on.

BO Y 1: Hurry up.
BO Y 2: Run.

Lenny, what's wrong? Come on.

MASON: I don't know.
It just doesn't make sense.

Inez Kaylor just couldn't
up and vanish.

Someone had to pull the string.

And you think that someone
was Martha Rayburn?

Well--

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

Yes, Gertie.

Lieutenant Tragg's here.

Who else would it be but Tragg?
Send him in.

Send him in, Gertie.

Listen, will you check on Paul
and see what luck he's having?

Oh, thank you, Della.

- My pleasure, lieutenant.
- Hmm.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, how are you, Tragg?

Well, I'm glad to see
you in a good humour.

Now, sit down,
let me make you unhappy.

This afternoon
some boys playing ball

came upon what was once
a very pretty girl.

- Inez Kaylor?
- No, it so happens

her name was Kim Lane.

Kim Lane.

She used to be a hostess
at the Danceland Ballroom.

Your client used to hang
around there.

Are you trying to say Albert Sanders
murdered this girl?

That's what the evidence says.

Miss Lane's purse was missing,
so was her jewellery.

We went back to his trailer,
and guess what.

We found Miss Lane's purse
and jewellery under the chassis.

But there's always a bright side.

At least it's nothing for you
to be concerned with.

You're only losing a robbery case.

But some legal eagle's going to lose
Sanders on a charge of murder.

You mean the district attorney's
office is going to drop

- the armed-robbery case?
- Why, you know better than that.

Mr. Burger just likes to keep
everything buttoned up tight.

Wait a minute.

You said Burger.

I thought Walsh was on this.

Oh, no, no.

Mr. Burger's gonna try the rest
of the case personally.

Mr. Burger.

[DOOR CLOSES]

MASON:
Well, that's the situation, Sanders.

This afternoon, the grand jury
will be asked to indict you for murder.

[SIGHS]

Well, what about this robbery rap?

The district attorney is going ahead
with that too.

He wants to make sure
he isn't gonna lose me, don't he?

Did you ever talk with this
Kim Lane?

I wouldn't know her
if she slapped me in the face.

No more than I knew this Archer fellow
or Martha Rayburn.

But you were seen hanging around
that ballroom almost every night.

There was music to listen to,

happy people to see.

Was that so bad?

No, not if you'd told me the rest of it.

Rest of what?

About that girl's purse and her ring.

I get up that morning, go outside,

spot this purse and wallet in the trash.
The wallet's empty.

Why didn't you tell me
you took that purse?

Wasn't I in enough trouble
without that?

Wasn't very smart.

If I was smart, I wouldn't be sitting
in that courtroom

having them all look at me
like I was dirt.

Get ahold of yourself.

But smart or no smart, I'm full
and running over with justice.

And I'm getting rid of you,
this trial and this jail.

And if anybody tries to stop me,
they're gonna get a broken neck.

It's all right. He'll be all right.

[CRYING]

Always in the gutter.

Why?

Paul Drake, Inez.
I'd like to talk to you.

[DOOR HITS FOOT]

Honey, Mr. Mason pays me
to be awfully persistent,

so why don't we get this over with?

- Hello, Mr. Drake.
- Hi, Larry.

- How are things at the ballroom?
- Still bouncing every night.

But I don't mind, keeps me in shape
for football season.

By the way, thanks for bringing Inez
back from Vegas.

Of all the girls, she's my favourite.

What about Kim Lane?

See you around, honey.

Goodbye, Larry.

You and Larry getting pretty chummy,
huh?

Uh-oh. There must be a law.

No. He's only a college kid.

I guess you had some reason
for coming up here

besides wanting to change
the world.

Yeah, what happened
at the courthouse?

I wouldn't know.

I wasn't there very long.

Well, I'm painfully aware of that.

The point is, why did you leave?

Let's call it a change of heart.

You have a change of heart,
and an innocent man pays for it, huh?

Oh, honey, send him my regrets.

He'll appreciate that.

Right up to the time
they drop the cyanide pellets.

You don't seem very shook up
about it.

Why don't you just quietly
drop dead?

Inez,

anybody check your whereabouts
the night Kim Lane was murdered?

What kind of a crack is that?

All I knew is you're doing
the greatest silent act

since they invented talkies, why?

You told me
that Martha Rayburn lied

when she said
she wasn't at her ballroom that night.

- Why won't you tell the court?
- Oh, get out of here.

Did Fred Archer and Martha
suggest you might bleed a little

- if you cooperated with me?
- Didn't I say get out of here?

All right, honey, if that's the way
you wanna play it.

- And this is?
- A subpoena.

If you won't appear voluntarily,
we'll do it the hard way.

Look, Paul, I won't do Mason
any good.

If I show, I'll blast his client.

Mr. Mason just wants to give you
the opportunity

to commit perjury on the stand

because Faulkner and I will testify
you told us an entirely different story.

You know, you should do something
about your personality.

You'd give a girl a headache.

Must be some headache.

Well, I won't have it long.

You know, we have something
in common.

You say I'll be responsible
for Sanders' death,

I say you've just become
responsible for mine.

[GLASS CLATTERS]

[DOOR SLAMS]

Honey, you should've used a gun.

They just haven't figured out a way
to remove a bullet

with a stomach pump.

Come on, Inez. Open up.

Inez!

[ENGINE STARTS]

Well, hello, lieutenant.
You find any trace of the girl?

- We haven't looked.
- You haven't looked?

You told me she was loaded
with sleeping pills.

Here, taste.

Sweet.

Yeah, my guess is she took
an old prescription bottle,

put some sugar pills inside,
and played a big death scene.

Oh, and, Mason,

don't try to use this as an excuse
to delay the trial on Monday.

I'm not speaking for myself,
you understand,

but the prosecution might think
that you staged the whole thing.

[DOOR OPENS]

Perry, I checked her belongings,

and all I could find were some
drugstore cosmetics

and these two evening dresses.

Paul, I want Archer
and Martha Rayburn

watched every second
till we find Inez.

All right.

Hello, Gertie, let me speak to Della.

Della, I want you to get us two tickets
on the 4:30 flight to Las Vegas.

I'll meet you at the airport.

No, no time now. I'll explain later.

Paul, somehow, I've got to get inside
Inez Kaylor's Las Vegas apartment.

Listen,

Kim Lane was buying a mink coat
on time, wasn't she?

Yeah.

Inez was wearing it
after Kim disappeared.

So?

Well, these conditional sales
contracts

provide that if the property's
moved to another state,

the seller has the right to repossess.

And you wanna by out the contract
on Kim Lane's mink coat.

With the right to repossess

is the right to enter the premises
and reclaim the property.

Mr. Mason, you've just gotten yourself
into the finance business.

No trace of it.

That coat must be worth
quite a lot of money.

Mink coats don't come cheap,
Mr. Wickett.

Do you suppose Inez
could be wearing it, Mr. Mason?

That's quite possible, Miss Street.

Now, what time does Miss Kaylor
usually come in?

In this town, that's anyone's guess.

Then I'll wait.

No need for you to be inconvenienced,
Mr. Wickett.

You've been quite helpful.

- Uh...
- Very helpful.

- You check the bedroom.
- Mm-hm.

Did you find anything?

Miss Kaylor's a clotheshorse,
all right.

Only the funniest thing, most of
the labels are from foreign countries.

I didn't know dance hostesses
travelled so much.

- Nor I.
- Did you find anything?

- Just the usual things.
- Check the mail?

No, I just came to it. Here.

Oh.

Most of it's been forwarded from
Inez Kaylor's Los Angeles address.

Some of it's addressed to Kim Lane.

They lived together. I guess
the landlady forwarded it all to Inez.

Mm-hm. Bills, circulars.

A few letters.

Hmm. Look at this, Perry.

"Universal Model Agency."

[MASON READING TEXT]

Report 20th of this month."

Report where?

There's no address but Los Angeles.

Well, I guess Kim knew
what the address was.

[DOOR UNLOCKING]

Well, you might as well come in.

Thanks.

Well, I suppose we owe each other
an explanation.

Now, what would make you
suppose that?

- For one thing, you don't belong here.
- And you?

At least I have a key.

Well,

let's call the police, shall we?

You're probably bluffing,
but I can't take the chance.

Face the door over there.

Hurry up. I haven't much time.

- He took some of the mail, didn't he?
- Mm-hm. Just one piece.

I wonder.

The card to Kim Lane.

Universal Model Agency.

In Los Angeles.

Why all this trouble over
a postcard?

When we know the answer to that,
we may find ourselves a murderer.

[PHONE RINGING]

WOMAN:
Hello?

Yeah.

Oh, well, Jean may still be out of the
country on that Central American job.

Just a minute. Let me check the file.

- You the girl that called yesterday?
- Yes.

The boss is busy. Just sit down.

Yeah, she's still out of the country.

We got another one free, though.

Okay. She'll meet you
in Mexico City.

Hello, Marge.

Oh. And how were things in Rio
this time of the year?

Didn't you notice my tan?

You look absolutely stunning.

Anything else coming up for me?

I'll let you know.

Okay.

The boss will call you
when he wants you.

- I'm going down the hall for a minute.
- Thank you.

[FOOTSTEPS]

You're the girl sent for me?

Yes.

Drop the coat.

Yeah, you look all right.

- Are you alone in town?
- Yes.

Except for my husband, that is.

Your husband?

Lady, did you read the ad?

It said "unattached models."

Well, I'm terribly sorry
to have bothered you, Mr.--

And you and Mr. Archer were on
Front Street and stopped for a signal

when this man came towards you
with a gun?

That's correct.

And the thief took nothing
but Mr. Archer's wallet?

That's right.

And at no time did you go

- to Danceland Ballroom that evening?
- No, I had not.

Your Honour, I object.

These questions have already
been asked and already answered.

Mr. Mason is just going over and over
the same points in this case.

JUDGE: Mr. Mason,
the questions have been repetitious,

and they've contributed
no new evidence.

Objection sustained.

Very well, Your Honour.

Your Honour, may I have a moment,
please?

[INAUDIBLE]

- Any lead to Inez Kaylor?
- No, the phone number

the model agency had for her
was the Danceland Ballroom.

In fact, that was the number listed
for most of the models.

And the man who runs the agency
was the same character

we met in Las Vegas.

- The one who pulled the gun on me?
- Mm-hm.

Did you get his name?

No, Paul's checking on it.

- Perry.
- Mm-hm.

That purse Martha Rayburn has,

one of the models at the agency
has one just like it.

As a matter of fact, I have seen one
just like it myself.

Here.

Miss Rayburn,

what sort of a relationship do you enjoy
with your hostesses?

It's strictly business.

I don't believe in getting friendly
with my girls. It destroys efficiency.

And what are your policies as far
as gifts and bonuses are concerned?

I'm against them.

Any girl who works for me

can make a very good living
if she's willing to work hard.

I don't expect any gifts from them,
so I don't see why

- they should expect any from me.
- I see.

Then now, I should like to ask you
something

about the purse you're carrying.

BURGER:
Your Honour, really, Mr. Mason

is insulting the intelligence of this court
in his efforts to prolong this trial.

If it please the court,

I believe I can prove the pertinence
of such an inquiry.

Very well. Ahem.

MASON: That is a rather unusual
purse, Miss Rayburn.

I had it made for me.

Would you say such a purse
could be purchased

in one of the department stores
in this city?

No.

Perhaps one of the of the smaller
specialty shops?

It was designed specifically
for me.

It could only be made upon
my placing in the order.

Miss Rayburn,

did you read
the newspaper accounts

of the murder of one
of your hostesses, Kim Lane?

Yes, I did.

Did you also see the accompanying
newspaper photos, which included

the personal effects believed
to have belonged to Miss Lane?

Yes, I did.

Did you see her purse, perhaps?

- Well, did you?
- Yes.

Wasn't that purse identical
with the one you now hold?

Well, Miss Rayburn?

Yes, it was. I gave it to her.

Most of my hostesses
carry similar handbags.

But just a few seconds ago,
you said you felt

that your help would be spoiled
by such gifts.

That it was against your policy
to give them.

Well, really, I don't consider
a handbag a gift.

I'm afraid the distinction
escapes me.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Well, who does this one
belong to?

Kim Lane.

How on Earth did you get it?

Don't ask questions.

And I've got to get it back to my
contact at headquarters in an hour.

All right, she'll get it back.

Well, what would you say, Della?

It's a little bulky.

Outside of that,
I couldn't say a thing.

A little too bulky, isn't it?

Oh, I don't know.

You know the amount of junk
some women carry.

Let me see that.

MASON:
Hand me that nail file, will you?

Mm-hm.

Paul,

did you get the name of the man
who was running that model agency?

Yeah. Joseph Gibbs.

I'd like him called as a witness
for tomorrow's session.

All right.

What about Martha Rayburn?

I wanna recall her too.

- Della.
- Mm-hm.

[SIGHS]

Yeah, there's
the manufacturer's tag.

I would like you to do some shopping
for me before court tomorrow.

Here you are, Paul.

Now, Miss Rayburn,

I ask that you to examine this purse.

Now, what if I told you that
that purse belonged to Kim Lane?

Your Honour, I wanna know
where Mr. Mason got that purse.

Your Honour, I will explain everything
to the district attorney's satisfaction,

after my examination
of Martha Rayburn.

I object.

Your Honour, not only has Mr. Mason
no right to that purse,

but it's completely irrelevant
to this case.

I'm inclined to sustain the objection,
Mr. Mason,

unless you are in a position
to assure this court

that there is some factor in this
situation which you intend to develop

and which will establish
a definite connection

between the purse
and the issues in this case.

I can assure the court, I will show
a connection with the purse.

Very well.

I'll overrule the objection
and admit the evidence,

subject of cause to the right of the
prosecution to bring a motion to strike,

in the event that the evidence
has no such connection.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Lieutenant, find out where Mason
got that purse.

MASON: Now, Miss Rayburn, will you
describe the inside of that handbag

for the court, please?

Well, it's roomy, well-made,

and there's a separate compartment
for everything.

What about the mirror?

Oh, yes, there's a mirror attached
to the outside flap.

MASON:
And behind the mirror?

Well, I don't know what you mean.

There's a small setscrew.

I took the liberty of loosening it.

Would you remove the mirror,
please?

Thank you.

There seems to be traces of some kind
of powder here.

Would you know what that is?

I have no idea.

It doesn't smell, so I don't suppose
it would be face powder.

But it does have a taste,
Miss Rayburn.

The taste of heroin.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Your Honour,

I would suggest that the police
confirm this analysis

and that the district attorney's office
investigate both Martha Rayburn

and Fred Archer on charges
of smuggling narcotics.

That's not true.

Order. Order in this court.

You've made some very grave
charges, Mr. Mason.

Charges, Your Honour,
which Miss Rayburn

will corroborate for this court.

I will?

Miss Rayburn, sitting in the next room
is a Mr. Joseph Gibbs

waiting to testify.

Among the questions I shall ask him
is his connection with you.

If he refuses to cooperate,

I shall ask his records be subpoenaed
and brought into this court.

I shall also ask that everyone
of your hostesses be subpoenaed

along with their handbags.

The traffic in narcotics has enraged

every decent-thinking man and woman
in this country.

Now, Miss Rayburn,

a jury of your peers might give you
up to life in a federal penitentiary.

Would you prefer that
or the gas chamber?

What do you mean?

I mean, you're headed for
the gas chamber by placing yourself

in that car with Fred Archer
as an accomplice to murder.

The murder of Kim Lane

and perhaps the murder
of Inez Kaylor as well.

Inez isn't dead. She's staying
at a downtown hotel room.

But Kim Lane is dead.

Now, why did you and Archer
kill her?

I didn't have anything to do with it.

Were you in that car with Fred Archer
the night of the robbery?

No, I wasn't.

I only said that to help him.

Why did Archer need help?

Because the druggist reported
that he saw a woman in the car

during the robbery.

And that woman was Kim Lane?

- Yes.
- Was she alive at the time?

Was Kim Lane alive at the time
of the robbery?

No, she was dead.

She was Archer's girlfriend.

She threatened to go to his family
unless he paid her.

And he refused to pay?

Well, no. No, he paid off, all right.

In fact, I cashed one of the cheques
for him myself.

He took the money to Miss Lane

to an apartment he rented
under an assumed name.

After he'd given her the money,
he told her she had to clear out.

While she was getting her things,
he went out to get some cigarettes.

When he came back
about 20 minutes later,

she was dead.

And the robbery occurred while he was
on his way to dispose of her body?

Yes.

No further questions.

Mr. Burger?

Your Honour, in view of these
developments,

I should like to ask
for a continuance.

Your Honour, in the interest
of overall justice in this case,

I should like to call
one more witness.

Proceed.

Then, bailiff, will you ask
Mr. Drake to bring in Joseph Gibbs?

That's all I know about it.

I had a business connection
with Miss Rayburn,

but that's as far as it went.

Tell us about this business
connection.

Well, she had these hostesses,

I'd send them to different countries
on modelling assignments.

They'd get a load of snow
and then bring it back in.

- Snow?
- Heroin.

Were the hostesses aware of their real
function when they went were sent

- on these foreign assignments?
- No.

What was their regular procedure
when they returned to this country?

Well, they'd report
to the Universal Model Agency.

Go on.

If there wasn't anybody around,
we'd take pictures of them.

While they were in front
of the camera,

I'd switch the little compartment
under the mirror in their bag.

What would you do if a stranger
happened to be in the office?

Well, we worked the switch
another time.

So...

...should they have discovered
what they were being used for,

they were in an excellent position
to try blackmail?

But they never found out.

What about Kim Lane?

What about her?

- Wasn't she blackmailing you?
- No.

Then where did that money
come from?

Well, you heard
what Miss Rayburn said.

She got 5,000 from Archer.

With the court's permission,
I should like the stenographer

to read Miss Rayburn's testimony
about the blackmail.

Permission is granted.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Where would you like
for me to begin?

Toward the end of the examination.

STENOGRAPHER:
"Was she Archer's girlfriend?"

That's about it.

"Yes, she threatened to tell his family
if he didn't pay off.

Question: And he refused to pay?

Answer: No, he paid, all right.

I cashed one of his cheques myself.

He took the money to Miss Lane

to an apartment he had rented
under an assumed name."

That's enough, thank you.

Now, Mr. Gibbs,

did it say anywhere there

that Miss Lane received $5,000
from Mr. Archer?

All right, I guess it didn't.

But you knew the exact amount.

Well, Kim must've told me.

Kim Lane could only have told you that
in one place.

In Fred Archer's apartment.

In Fred Archer's apartment
where you killed her.

Killed her for $5,000.

I-- I demand to see a lawyer.

[CROWD MURMURING]

That's all, Your Honour.

The district attorney is ordered
to take the necessary steps

against the parties involved,

and the defendant is ordered released
from custody.

This court is adjourned.

[GAVEL BANGS]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Thank you, Mr. Mason.

See you shortly.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Excuse me, lieutenant.

I never actually said
it was Kim Lane's handbag.

What did you say?

If you look at the record,
you'll see I said,

"Suppose I told you
it was her handbag."

Can I help it if Miss Rayburn jumped
to an unwarranted assumption.

Yeah, but what about the heroin?

You know what that was, flour.

There's something that bothers me.

Who did hold up Fred Archer
that night?

Well, now, he'll probably turn up.
They usually do.

It was a sheer coincidence
that whoever did hold him up

just happened to drop Archer's wallet
and Kim Lane's purse

in Sanders' trashcan.

Sounds logical.

You know what I like
about this case?

You managed to kill two birds
with one stone.

You solved a murder and a robbery.

Not a bad day's work.

Well, thank you.

[CHUCKLES, KNOCK ON DOOR]

We got a wandering boy.

- Hi, beautiful. Am I intruding?
- No more than usual.

You know, one of these days
you're gonna give me a complex.

Oh, Perry, it's all arranged.

Sanders starts work Monday
at the Concord Record Shop.

- Good.
- Record shop?

Yeah, he likes music.

This way he can listen to it all day
and still get paid.

Oh, incidentally,
the police found Inez Kaylor.

- Is she all right?
- Mm-hm. And a lot wiser.

She's going to business college.

- Business college?
- Mm-hm.

- Want some coffee?
- No, I gotta run.

I'm supposed to pick up Inez at 9.

Well, she wants me to recommend
a good business college.

Just what do you know
about business colleges?

Are you kidding?
I used to teach at one of the finest.

MASON:
Mm-hm. Paul was the track coach.

They figured any girl he couldn't catch
in three laps around the desk

was ready for the business world.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

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