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You don't suppose that
clock's stuck, do you?

It's ticking away, all right.

Slow but sure.

Slow is right.

Seems to me those hands
have been reading ten to 5

for the last hour.

Uh-oh. Here comes trouble.

Miss, uh... Miss Ferris, uh...

Yes, Mr. Albert.

I wonder, uh...

Do you have a dinner
engagement this evening?

That's not an invitation.

I, uh, thought if you hadn't,

Mr. Lamont, Jr. has some
work he'd like finished tonight.

Well, what's the matter with
that snooty secretary of his?

Junior taking her out to dinner?

Miss Elwood.

Pardon me.

Well, Miss Ferris?

No, I'm not going to be
busy and I'll be glad to.

Thank you.

Sucker.

George Albert, Mr. Lamont.

It's all settled.
She'll do the work.

The "she," I take it,
is Miss Arlene Ferris?

Good.

I'll remember this, Albert.

Edith.

Edith, those Newcomb reports.

I've arranged for them

to be finished up in
the secretarial pool.

I said I was perfectly
willing to stay and do them.

Yes, I know.

But you've been
working pretty hard lately.

You can take a night off.

Thanks.

Albert?

Lamont Jr. again.

I think I'd better tell
that night security officer

that Miss Ferris
will be leaving late.

Can you give me a
description of her car?

Yeah, thanks.

Trouble?

Oh, Mr. Lamont.

I would think finishing
up that report for me

would be enough trouble
for one night, Miss Ferris.

I can't understand it.

It's never failed
to work before.

Well, it's a damp night,

maybe something short-circuited.

Open the hood and
let me take a look.

Now try her.

It's no use.

There's no spark, and
you'll run your battery down.

What can I do?

Well, I can think of two things.

You either wait here until
the sun comes out tomorrow,

or, uh, let me give
you a lift home.

I can't ask you to
do that, Mr. Lamont.

I live way out in Westwood.

Now, that's a coincidence.

I just happen to
be going that way.

Night, Grimes.

Good night, Mr. Lamont.

Relax, Miss Ferris.

I'm not gonna bite you,

despite my sinister reputation.

Sinister?

Hasn't your friend Madge Elwood

told you about me?

Well, she did say that
you were a bit of a wolf.

Heh. That's me.

A wolf in clothing made
from a bitter sheep.

And as a wolf, I
have a proposition.

How about dinner
before I take you home?

Well, I... I really
should get back.

No, now, look.

It's 8:00,

you're hungry and so am I.

And besides,

I owe you something
for keeping you overtime.

Well, if it's a debt, all right.

Good.

But there's one complication.

Would you mind if I
dropped off those papers

you typed at the company's
beach house first?

A business associate of
Dad's is there waiting for them.

Well, how far is it?

South end of Malibu.

Twenty minutes more at the most.

So, uh,

okay, Miss Ferris?

So okay, Mr. Lamont.

Come on in.

Maybe we can
persuade old Greerson

to have a drink with us.

Are you sure he wouldn't mind?

Oh, I'm sure.

He likes pretty
girls, and so do I.

What about the papers?

Oh, yes, the papers.

We mustn't forget them.

Mr. Greerson?

Mr. Greerson.

Mr. Greerson?

Well, I guess he
hasn't arrived yet.

What's your martini
formula, Miss Ferris?

I don't know, five
to one, I guess.

Perfect.

You'll find ice, glasses
and the makings

over the sink on the left side.

So practice your mathematics
while I check on Greerson.

Yes, but... Don't worry.

We pay union
bartender scale here.

So go to work.

Yell if there's
anything you can't find.

I will.

Hello.

Oh.

I told you I'd give it to you

when I got plenty
good and ready.

It's just that you promised

to return the $2,000 six
weeks ago, Mr. Lamont,

and now we must have it.

Our bank has been
more than patient.

Perhaps his father.

Yes.

Even if we must get in touch

with your father in Europe.

You go to my father, O.K.,

I'll see you never
get the money.

You gave it to me
in cash, remember?

You have no legal claim.

So get off my back.

When we loaned him the money,

he made such great promises.

Swore he would pay it
back the very next week.

Now I promise you.

I'll get it from him...

Promise is most given

when the least is said.

Hello?

Edith?

Loring.

I'm at the Malibu place.

No, no, no. Not a party.

A business conference.

I want you to call me on
the phone in about an hour.

When I answer, you hang up.

Why?

Never mind why.

Just do it.

Now, there's the
most beautiful sight

I've seen all day.

Was that Mr. Greerson
who called?

No. Somebody else. But
I checked on Greerson.

He's supposed to be somewhere
between downtown LA and here.

For you.

And for me.

Well, here's to Mr. Greerson,

and his delayed arrival.

Oh, no more for me, please.

I've had three,
and two's my limit.

And one more makes four,

which is exactly
right for a joyful o...

Occasion like this.

Here's hoping your car
breaks down every night.

Well, aren't you
gonna drink to that?

I think I better have
something to eat first.

And leave this for me
to finish all by myself?

Come on, honey, one more.

Then we'll discuss eating.

Now, who could that be?

Mr. Greerson?

Why, sure.

Good old Greerson.

Hello?

Yes, this is Loring Lamont.

Where have you
been, Mr. Greerson?

I've been waiting
nearly an hour for you.

Well, it doesn't really matter.

Mix-ups will happen.

Sure. I can get
the papers to you

first thing in the morning.

Don't give it a thought.

Good night.

Crossed signals.

He's checked in at the
Beverly Sunset for the night.

Well, then, I guess
we'd better be going.

Are you kidding?

Now that we have the
place all to ourselves?

Come on, honey. One more,

and then we'll discuss
what the kitchen has to offer.

No drink and no kitchen.

I wouldn't have come
here if... Sit down, baby.

And don't try to pull that
Purity League act on me, honey.

You're of age.

So relax, baby. Relax.

Let me go.

Oh, no, you don't.

Stop it!

Stop.

Ungh!

You actually struck him
with the car, Miss Ferris?

Either that, Mr. Mason,

or he fell when he
tried to jump clear.

You see, I lost
control of the car

when I pushed
down the accelerator.

I've never driven
a sports car before.

You didn't stop?

No. I... I was scared.

And mad.

I drove about five miles

and stopped at a gas station.

I telephoned Madge
to ask her to...

Maybe I shouldn't bring
you into this, Madge.

Oh, why not?

Since I was the one made
you come to Mr. Mason.

She asked me for
Loring's address.

Why?

I wanted to leave the car there.

I didn't want him to
be able to accuse me

of having stolen it.

You had the address?

No.

I got it from George...

That is, George Albert,
the office manager.

And I, uh...

I called Arlene back
at the filling station.

Tell him what you did, Arlene.

Well, I parked the car
at the apartment building,

in front of the fireplug.

After you did that?

I took a bus home.

In the morning Madge
took me to work.

I was expecting to be fired,

but Mr. Lamont never appeared.

And that started me worrying.

You mean, started me worrying.

Loring's vindictive.

Couldn't he have
her arrested for theft?

Or for, uh, hit-and-run driving?

Or assault and battery?

I suppose he could.

Della, is Paul still
in the outer office?

Yes, he's still waiting.
Ask him in, will you please?

Mm-hm.

This will be Mr. Paul Drake,

head of the Drake
Detective Agency.

Paul.

Come in, Paul.

Paul Drake, this is Miss
Ferris and Miss Elwood.

How do you do? Hello.

Here are those papers I
wanted you to have, Paul.

Oh, thanks.

I'm afraid our
lunch date is off.

Work? Possibly.

I wanted you to help me
pin someone's ears back.

A playboy named Loring
Lamont gave Miss Ferris

a rather bad time last night,

and he might try...
Uh, excuse me, Perry,

but is this the Loring Lamont

whose father owns Lamont
Engineering Corporation?

Yes. Do you know him?

No, but I know about him.

And I'm afraid

somebody's already
pinned his ears back.

How do you mean?

Well, it just came
over the 12:00 news.

Loring Lamont was
found stabbed to death

in a beach house
near Malibu last night.

Lipstick. Hm.

And on the cigarette butts.

I wonder whose car she took.

Hers or...? Or his?

Grimes?

That's me, lieutenant.

Here's the record.

Mr. Lamont drove out

a little before 8
in his own car.

And you think he had
a young lady with him?

I'm sure he did.

But, like I told
you on the phone,

I don't know the name.

Well, uh,

could you identify her
if you saw her again?

I can identify her for you now.

That's her car over
there. That two-tone job.

Been there all night.

Have a look at the
registration if you want to.

All right. All right, sergeant.

That's Miss Ferris'
regular desk.

And, uh, this is where

she would have
done the extra work

for Mr. Lamont last night?

I presume so.

At least, this is where
she started to do it.

Was she, uh,

requested, or um,
did she volunteer?

She, um... She volunteered.

And Mr. Lamont, uh,

stayed until she was finished?

He must have.

If they went out
together, as you say.

You have no idea
where she is now?

All I know is,

she hasn't come back from lunch.

There's nothing, lieutenant.

Thank you, Miss Elwood.

I appreciate you telephoning.

No. No, I won't
hesitate to call on you.

Bye.

Perry, I sure hope

you have Arlene
Ferris in a safe place,

Tragg is hot on her trail.

She's in Madge
Elwood's apartment.

I know what Tragg
found at the plant.

Miss Elwood just told me.

Yeah. But did you know that
he has Lamont Junior's car?

It was impounded
early this morning

for blocking a fireplug.

And there's a witness.

The man who lives in the
apartment below Lamont's

said he saw a woman park
the car and then walk away.

Not good.

First that guard at
the plant and now...

Perry...

Oh, don't, uh, bother
to announce me, Della.

I'm, uh, sure Mr. Mason
is delighted to see me,

as always.

And, uh, Mr. Paul Drake too.

Socially?

As always, lieutenant...

Well, actually,
this is business.

I'm looking for a client
of yours named, uh,

Arlene Ferris.

Arlene Ferris?

The one who called you

from the Lamont
Engineering plant this morning,

and arranged a noon appointment

for the purpose of
your defending her

against a murder she committed.

You sound as though you
had a warrant for her arrest.

Why, no. No, no.

I, uh, merely thought the
three of us could get together

and have a nice,
friendly little talk.

Perhaps later, lieutenant.

Now.

Where is she?

Perhaps later, lieutenant.

Very well, Perry.

Later.

But, um...

by then I'll have that warrant.

He seems pretty sure of himself.

Paul,

where can we contact
that parking witness?

Name's Jerome Henley.

Works at the Hi-Fi
Studio, 762 Sunset Lane.

Just off the strip.

Della, call Madge Elwood
at the Lamont plant.

I'm gonna need her help.

Perry,

whatever you're planning,

Tragg is undoubtedly
waiting downstairs

for you to lead him
directly to Arlene.

Maybe we can surprise him.

Mr. Henley?

Mr. Henley.

Oh? Yes?

You were recommended
to us as an expert on hi-fi.

I like to think...

I like to think I am.

Are you a prospective?

Yes, we might be.

Oh. Well,

here we have our
finest assembly,

AM and FM tuner,

Featherlite automatic changer,

six speakers in all,
discophonic, of course.

Of course.

Will you and the young lady
care for a demonstration?

Why, yes.

Well, if you don't mind,

we'll postpone
the demonstration.

Mr. Henley.

Well, lieutenant.

I didn't realize you
were a hi-fi enthusiast.

I'm not.

Know this man?

Why, no.

He's Perry Mason,

an attorney who specializes

in defending persons
accused of murder.

Oh?

I, uh, don't know
who the young lady is,

but I, uh, want you to
look at her very carefully.

Why, she's the...

Uh, just a moment,

I... I must warn you.

Mason may be
trying one of his tricks.

If, uh, a witness is going
to identify someone,

for instance the young woman

you saw park Loring Lamont's car

in front of the, uh,
fireplug last night.

Well, he might
bring that young lady

into your store.

You would notice her,
but, uh, only casually.

Well, I... I did, but now I...

And, uh, then on
the witness stand,

when you identify
her under oath.

He might ask,

"Aren't you mistaken?"

Well, yes, he
could say that, but...

Henley, I don't want
you to be trapped.

Is she the one you saw get
out of Loring Lamont's car?

Um, Henley.

Don't let him trap you.

She is.

She's the one I saw
get out of the car.

Of course, she's
dressed differently,

but that's her.

Miss Ferris, I'm Lt.
Tragg of Homicide.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you

to come down to
headquarters with me.

Lieutenant.

You're making a mistake.

This young woman
is not Arlene Ferris.

Next, you'll be saying
you're not Perry Mason.

Come along, Miss Ferris.

They say that Tragg
was fit to be tied

when he found he
had the wrong woman.

I'm afraid all we've
gained is a little time,

and we're gonna sacrifice that

waiting to hear
from Arlene Ferris.

Yes, Della? She's here, Perry.

With George Albert.

You'd better wait, Paul.

Come in, won't you?

Sit down, please.

It's all right, Della.

I've been hoping to hear
from you, Miss Ferris.

But you were supposed to
phone, not come in person.

The police have been
watching this office.

They might still be watching.

Well, I'm sorry,

but, you see, I called George,

and he insisted
on talking to you.

We can trust George, Mr. Mason.

He's sort of engaged to Madge.

Madge Elwood called
you for Lamont's address?

Yes, that's right.

Look, Mason, I'm not too happy

about Madge being
so mixed up in this.

At the moment

she's completely
unmixed, Mr. Albert.

It's Arlene you should
be worried about.

Oh, I am, of course.

Miss Ferris,

do you remember anything more

about the telephone
call Lamont received

when you were in the kitchen?

Well, he did say something

about giving something
when he got good and ready.

His voice got very loud
and he became angry,

and he said,

"You tell my father, O.K.,

and I'll see that you
never get the money."

And then his voice got lower,

and I couldn't hear any more.

"O.K."?

He called the person "O.K."?

Yes.

You said you wanted
to help, Mr. Albert.

Yes, of course.

I'd like you to take Arlene
to Miss Elwood's apartment.

Won't be but a short time

till I know exactly
what she's up against.

Della. Mm-hmm.

Will you show them
to the service elevator?

Perry, that name, O.K.,
it rings a bell somewhere.

Yeah, here it is.

The caretaker at the
Lamont Malibu beach house.

His name is Oolong Kim.

Yes.

My name is Oolong Kim.

And who are you, sir?

My name is Mason,
I'm an attorney.

Perry Mason.

I've heard of you, sir.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to, uh, look
around, if I may.

I think it is all right,
if you are careful.

The police said nothing
was to be disturbed.

This way, please.

Thank you.

I'm Mrs. Kim.

He was lying there.

You the housekeeper
here, Mrs. Kim?

Yes.

How long have you
and O.K. worked here?

O.K.?

Isn't that what the
people call your husband?

Well, people call
my husband Oolong

or Mr. Kim.

We have worked
for Mr. Lamont, Sr.,

for two and a half years.

Will you tell me why you asked

if Mr. Kim is called O.K.?

Well, it seems that last night,

Lamont Jr. had a quarrel
with someone over the phone.

Someone he called O.K.

Would you have any idea
who that might be, Mrs. Kim?

Perhaps Orvel Kingman.

And who is he?

I don't know, but Mr. Lamont...

That is Mr. Lamont, Jr.

Has been making payments to
him ever since I've worked here.

Payments?

His checkbook, Mr. Mason.

He has me put the household
bills in it each month.

Orvel Kingman, $1,000.

Then 1600. $800.

What are these payments
for, do you know, Mrs. Kim?

No, sir, I don't.

Blackmail, perhaps?

Perhaps Mr. Kingman
will be able to tell you.

Perhaps.

Yes?

Shut the door, Al.

Okay.

I'll close the door.

All right, counselor,

what do you want with me?

More to the point,

who are you and
what do you want?

Kingman.

Orvel Kingman.

Now, why all the nosing around

into my affairs by
your man Drake?

Mr. Drake had
instructions to check on you,

find out who you were.

You don't know who I am?

Should I?

I believe the
guy's on the level.

I'm a commission man.

Bookie to you.

Biggest west of Las Vegas.

Oh, I see.

See? See what?

Oh, stub entries

in Loring Lamont's checkbook.

Sixteen hundred, 1,400, 800.

Sure.

He was a lousy judge of
horseflesh, as the saying goes.

Hey, wait a minute.

You figuring me for a patsy?

Kingman, if I'm figuring you
for a patsy, you deserve it.

Lamont was overheard
on the phone last night

threatening to send
somebody to jail.

Somebody he called O.K.

Al, what do people call me?

Odds.

Odds Kingman.

People have never
called you just, uh, O.K.?

Never.

Ask anybody.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Well, go ahead, Paul.

Perry, Tragg just
arrested Arlene Ferris

in Madge Elwood's apartment.

Yes, he had a warrant.

The charge?

First-degree murder.

Now, doctor,

as the coroner's physician

who examined the
body of the deceased,

Loring Lamont, on
the night in question,

would you tell the court,

what time, in your
opinion, death occurred?

Between the hours
of 9 and 12 p.m.

Wednesday, January the 4th.

And the cause of death?

A massive heart hemorrhage,

due to the organ's,
uh, penetration

by a stiletto-type instrument,

uh, via the back muscles

and the posterior rib cage.

Could you put that into
layman's language, doctor?

Yes.

He was stabbed in the back.

It was almost 11:00
when I found him.

I was late that morning.

And I went to the
garden for my husband,

and we called the police.

I see.

Now, Mrs. Kim,

I show you this
antique Italian dagger,

already placed in evidence

as having been
found near the body.

Do you recognize it?

It's been in the beach house
ever since I worked there.

They used it as a letter opener,

both Loring Jr. And his father.

Then it is your contention
that the defendant,

in order to
corroborate her story

of a deliberate attempt
made by the deceased

to lure her to his beach house,

and to make improper advances,

planted evidence near the
scene and in her apartment

sometime after the murder?

Yes, Your Honor.

Indistinguishable
footprints and slide marks

beside the muddy road
near the beach house

and, uh, this
mud-stained, uh, dress

in her apartment.

Well, what makes you believe
she planted these things?

Well, a part of
Miss Ferris' story

is that the deceased
followed her along the road,

up the muddy bank.

Yet the deceased's
shoes were as immaculate

as though they'd just
come from a store window.

Lieutenant, did you
institute a search

for the so-called muddy
clothes and shoes?

Yes, sir.

Negative.

No trace of any
clothes of any kind,

in or around the beach house.

No change of clothes,

even if he'd wanted
to change them?

No, no, sir.

Now, in her statement,
the defendant asserted

she had no idea why
her car wouldn't start,

the night she
encountered Mr. Lamont

in the company parking lot.

Now, did you examine this car

to find out why it
wouldn't start, sergeant?

Yes, I did.

I found the rotor missing
from the distributor.

Did you subsequently
discover this missing rotor?

Yes, sir.

In the glove compartment
of the defendant's car.

Thank you. Cross-examine.

No questions.

You may step down, sergeant.

Then as the security guard
on the night in question,

you checked out the
deceased, Loring Lamont?

Yep.

In that white sports car of his.

Ten to 8, it was.

Was Mr. Lamont alone in the car?

Nope.

Young lady was with him.

Mr. Grimes, do you
see that young lady

anyplace in this courtroom?

Yup.

Sitting right over there.

Arlene Ferris.

When did you first notice

Mr. Lamont's sports car
parked by the fireplug?

About a minute
before I tagged it.

Uh, seven after 10.

Was anyone in the car?

No, not then.

Or when I came back
a few minutes later

to tag a double-parked car.

Thank you.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

No questions.

Now, Mr. Henley,

you just positively
identified the defendant

as the woman who
parked Loring Lamont's car

by a fire plug in front of
his apartment building.

Yes, sir.

Did you not, in
your hi-fi store,

several days ago,

make an equally
positive identification

of another woman, who
supposedly parked his car there?

I did, but I was wrong.

I feel I was tricked.

Tricked?

How, Mr. Henley?

Lieutenant Tragg seemed so eager

to have me identify
the woman with you.

And there was a
marked resemblance.

Well I... I just
feel I was tricked.

Then you made your first
identification simply because

Lieutenant Tragg
seemed to be so eager

to have you identify the
woman who was with me.

Yes.

Look at the
defendant, Mr. Henley,

Are you sure you're
not being tricked again?

Yes.

Absolutely sure?

Yes.

Look at the
defendant, Mr. Henley.

Not at me, at the defendant.

Now, are you sure

the defendant is the woman
who parked Loring Lamont's car

by that fireplug?

Are you as sure as you were

when you identified Madge Elwood

as having parked his car there?

I... I don't know.

Which girl it was
it, Mr. Henley?

Arlene Ferris or Madge Elwood?

Actually, you don't know
which one it was, do you?

No.

No further questions.

Right, thanks.

Well, it doesn't look good.

Orvel Kingman's gone
south, and I mean south,

for an indefinite stay

to study racetrack
conditions in Brazil.

But, as far as I can find out,

he was telling you the
truth about the name O.K.

Nobody ever calls him that.

Second, Oolong Kim
and his wife Frances

are having money problems.

Oh?

There's a second trust
deed on their home,

due and payable.

Now they're being socked
with default payments,

penalties and so on.

They could lose the home.

What about the O.K.
as far as he's concerned?

Couldn't find out
anything there.

The Kims stick pretty
much to themselves.

But at least none of the
tradespeople who deal with him

ever call him O.K.

Hungry, Paul?

Dinner's ready.

Perry?

I've been thinking about
those muddy clothes.

They couldn't have
just disappeared.

Do you suppose it's
possible that the murderer,

for some reason, could have...?

Could have changed
Lamont's clothes?

Try telling that to a jury.

The murderer, knowing Lamont,

would get himself all
dirty chasing Arlene,

brought out clean
shoes, socks and trousers

from Lamont's own wardrobe

and dressed the
corpse with them.

What else have you got?

The saga of Lamont's car.

After your client left it
parked blocking a fireplug,

it was tagged.

About ten minutes later, the
same officer came back again,

found another car
double-parked there,

so he tagged that one too.

Then at 1:00, Lamont's
car was tagged again

by another officer,

and an hour later it was
impounded by the police.

That's quite a history.

What about phone calls
from the beach house?

If Arlene's story is true,

Lamont certainly would
have called someone

to come out and get him.

He didn't.

The phone company keeps records

of all long-distance
calls to the Malibu area.

And there was only one.

At 8:30 to his
secretary, Edith Bristol.

Come in.

Miss Bristol, this is
Perry Mason, the attorney.

He'd like to talk to
you for a moment.

Won't you have a seat, please?

Thank you.

As you probably
know, Miss Bristol,

I'm defending Arlene Ferris.

My investigators
have come across

a phone call made
from the beach house.

Made to you at 8:30 on
the night of the murder.

The police have already
asked me that, Mr. Mason.

And what did you tell them?

That Mr. Lamont, Jr. called me,

and instructed
me to call him back

in about an hour
and then hang up.

Hang up?

Yes.

He said he was in a
business conference.

I suppose he was using my call

as an excuse to break away.

And did you call back?

Yes, about 9:20, 9:25.

Did, uh, he say
anything beyond hello?

Well, he pretended he was
talking to a Mr. Greerson,

a business acquaintance.

Said he was sorry
about being late.

I hung up then.

Is that the last you
heard from him?

Well... yes.

I have the feeling you
did hear something else.

If not from Mr. Lamont,
perhaps a third party?

Who was it?

Madge.

Madge Elwood?

What did she have to say?

Oh, nothing really.

Except she wanted
to know if I had a key

to Mr. Lamont's apartment.

I said I didn't have one.

And she said she was sorry
that she bothered me and hung up.

Albert,

did, uh, Miss Elwood

tell you about
calling Miss Bristol?

No.

Do you know why she wanted
the key to Lamont's apartment?

No, I don't know.

Well, there's something
odd going on here.

I'm going to find
out what it is.

Why wouldn't Madge have told us

about going out there?

Lamont had a
business appointment

with a man named Greerson.

Either for that night or
early the next morning.

What's that got to do with it?

Well, suppose after
Arlene telephoned,

Madge saw a chance
to ingratiate herself

with Lamont by
taking him his car

and some clean clothes.

So she tries to get
his apartment keys

from Edith Bristol.

Not necessarily.

The key could've been
on his key ring in the car.

Anyway, she got
clothes and his car,

and drove out to
the beach house.

That's just what happened.

Those two parking violations
should have told me that.

The first ticket

must have been removed
from the windshield.

I don't quite
follow that, Perry.

At the beach house,

after he'd put on
the clean clothes,

let's say that

Lamont tried to force
his attentions on Madge,

Just as he had on Arlene.

That's when Madge stabbed him.

Oh, I'm beginning to see it now.

Then Madge drove
the car back to town

and parked it in front
of the fireplug again.

Where it got the second ticket.

So it was really Madge
that Jerome Henley saw.

And that's where,

in trying to outfox
Lieutenant Tragg,

I outfoxed myself.

You know, there were no
dirty clothes in Lamont's car,

so Madge must have
transferred them to her car

and taken them with her.

Mm-mm.

So, what happened to the clothes
becomes a big question now.

You won't find Madge
Elwood here, I don't expect.

Some fella come
by late yesterday.

I heard 'em talking
about going to Las Vegas.

She went in this,
uh, fella's car?

Must have.

Hers is still here.

Well, I gotta fix breakfast.

Close the door when
you go, will you?

Thank you.

What fella, Perry?

Perhaps George Albert.

He'd better be in
court this morning.

Wouldn't have left
things in here, too risky.

Perry, look.

Well, looks like we
hit the jackpot, Della.

Well, Mr. Mason.

You see, lieutenant?

I knew he was going
to plant something

to try to clear his client.

Your Honor,

the people's case
would be completed

if it weren't for a certain
matter that concerns me gravely,

not just as prosecutor,

but as a member of
the legal profession.

I have reason to feel that
an attempt has been made

in this case to
fabricate evidence.

And I wish to present testimony

in order to prepare a
record that may be used

for the purpose of impeachment.

Very well, Mr. Chamberlin.

You may call your first witness.

I call Lieutenant
Tragg to the stand.

You mean Mr. Mason
and his secretary

were inside the garage?

Yes, Your Honor.

What was Mr. Mason
doing at that moment?

Well, he was holding a shoe
over a cardboard packing case.

You mean he was putting
that shoe into the case,

don't you, lieutenant?

Well, it looked as
though he were about to.

If the court please,

I object to the
question on the ground

that it's viciously
misleading and suggestive.

Furthermore, this witness
is not a mind reader.

Your Honor, as an expert
criminal investigator,

Lieutenant Tragg is entitled
to express his opinion.

If it is an opinion
and not an actual fact.

Nevertheless, I am going
to sustain the objection,

Mr. Chamberlin.

But in view of the
seriousness of this, Mr. Mason,

may I express the
hope that you will help,

rather than hinder, the
court at arriving at the truth?

I intend to help in every way
I possibly can, Your Honor.

Very well.

You may proceed, Mr. Chamberlin.

Now, lieutenant, I ask you

to examine this shoe
and these trousers,

both of which have
already been identified

as the property of the
deceased, Loring Lamont.

Yes, they're from
the packing case.

And those are my
identifying tags on them.

If it please the court,

I would like to have these
trousers and this shoe,

and also this shoe,
which Mr. Mason

had already put into
that packing case,

as people's exhibits J, K and L.

The defense has no
objection, Your Honor.

Have them so marked.

I'm afraid I've struck
out so far, Perry.

Madge Elwood is
not in Las Vegas,

at least not under her own name,

and there's no
trace of her here.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

The defense has no
questions of Lieutenant Tragg.

Your Honor, at this
time I had hoped

to question Madge Elwood,

but apparently she
cannot be found.

However, with the
court's permission

I would like to recall
Mr. George Albert,

who I believe can supply
us with the same information.

Very well.

You may step down, lieutenant.

Call George Albert to the stand.

I remind you, you
are still under oath.

Yes, sir. I know.

Now, Mr. Albert,

on the night of Lamont's death,

did you receive a telephone
call from Madge Elwood,

requesting Lamont's
town address?

Yes.

But didn't she know his address?

Hadn't she, in fact, been
to his apartment in the past?

In the far past.

She didn't know his new
address. He had moved recently.

But you knew it.

That's right.

Did you know a man by
the name of Greerson?

Yes, he's a client of our firm.

Did you know that
Lamont had an appointment

with Mr. Greerson on
the evening of the murder?

It was the following morning.

I see.

And you also knew,

because Madge
Elwood had told you,

that Lamont had had a
struggle on the muddy ground

just outside his
Malibu beach house.

And was then stranded
inside the house

because he had no clean clothing

to change to.

Yes.

Now, I ask you, Mr. Albert,

whether or not you decided
to play the Good Samaritan

by going to Lamont's apartment

and getting some
clean clothing for him,

and then, by
driving his sports car

out to the beach house for him?

No.

You did not?

No.

Did Madge Elwood?

No.

Well, I don't know.
How could I know?

How many times did Miss
Elwood call you that night?

Just that time.

Don't perjure yourself
twice, Mr. Albert.

Didn't she call you the
second time to tell you

that she was driving Lamont's
car out to the beach house

so he wouldn't
be stranded there?

All right, yes.

Now, after that call, what
did you do, Mr. Albert?

Did you also go to
the beach house?

No.

Why would I go to
the beach house?

Because Madge was
driving Lamont's car.

You were to follow,

bring her home in your car.

Didn't you get there
first, Mr. Albert?

No, I didn't.

Having arrived there first,
didn't you then kill Mr. Lamont?

No.

Did you arrive there after
Miss Elwood had killed Lamont?

I decline to answer.

You decline?

On what grounds?

On the grounds that I
cannot be compelled

to testify about my wife.

Your wife?

Madge Elwood and I were
married in Las Vegas last night.

Your Honor,

it must be clearly apparent

that an attempt is
being made here

not to fabricate, but
to suppress evidence.

Miss Elwood, or rather
Mrs. Albert unavailable,

her husband refusing to testify.

Under the circumstances,

I would like to I recall
one other witness.

Mr. Chamberlin?

I have no objection, Your Honor.

The state is most interested
in these developments.

Very well, Mr. Mason.

I would like to
recall Oolong Kim.

Oolong Kim to the stand, please.

Now, Mr. Kim,

a telephone call was
made to the deceased

at about half-past
or 20 minutes past 8

on the night of his murder.

Enough of the
conversation was overheard

to indicate that the person who
telephoned made certain demands.

And that that person
was called O.K.

Yes, sir.

Your name is Oolong Kim.

Your initials are O.K.

Now, I suggest, Mr. Kim,
that despite your wife's denials,

you were that person.

Yes, sir, I was.

Mr. Lamont Jr. was the
only one that called me that.

What were you demanding of him?

Money.

Loaned to him to pay
his gambling debts

and which he owed
my wife and me.

He refused?

Yes, sir.

He had promised it many times.

Then what did you do?

My wife and I talked.

The situation was acute.

But we did not act in haste.

It was much later when
my wife and I drove

to the Lamont beach house

to make another appeal.

How much later?

We reached there

a little after half-past 10.

And you saw Lamont?

No, Mr. Mason.

We came up the back way.

A car was behind the house.

We drove away.

We thought then
we'd speak to him

when he didn't have company.

You recognize the car?

No.

But I can recall it.

An inexpensive two-door sedan?

Why, no.

It was a red convertible.

Red convertible?

Are you sure of that? Of course.

My wife saw it too.

Thank you, Mr. Kim.

Your Honor,

still present in the courtroom

is the officer who testified

as to having
placed the first ticket

on Loring Lamont's car.

I would like to ask him
one or two questions.

Questions which may help
bring this case to a conclusion.

Very well, call Officer
Lyons to the stand.

Officer Peter
Lyons to the stand.

You may step down, Mr. Kim.

Now, Officer Lyons,

you testified that you
tagged Loring Lamont's car

on the night of his murder.

Yes.

For parking in
front of a fireplug.

That was, uh, seven
minutes after 10.

Now, isn't it true that in about
ten minutes you came back

to see if his car was still
parked in front of the fireplug?

Yes, and it still was.

You issued another
ticket at that time?

Yes, but for another car
that I found double-parked

a few feet away.

Can you describe this other
car that was double-parked?

A red convertible.

And the registered owner?

I don't remember the name.

It's in the record though.
I can get it for you.

I don't think that will be
necessary, thank you.

Don't leave, Miss Bristol.

It was my car.

I guess I knew it
would all come out.

No matter how I tried
to change the evidence.

I left my car there,

while I got Loring's clothes.

And then I took them
out to the beach house.

But after Loring changed,

he told me that he
was taking my car

to find Arlene Ferris.

He said I could hitchhike home

for all he cared.

That he was through with me.

He was drunk

and vicious.

He hit me and tried to choke me.

I managed to twist
away from him.

And I picked up the stiletto

and struck out with it.

I was only trying
to defend myself.

Right, Gertie, thank you.

Well, I found out

why Lamont picked on Edith
to make that telephone call.

It was his charming way

of letting her know he
was through with her.

Seeing another woman? Uh-huh.

Then later she called him
again, wanting an explanation.

Of course, that was after
his adventure in the mud.

Well, even then she
took him the clean clothes.

She must have been very
much in love with him, Paul.

Only there's one thing
I don't understand.

Madge's Las Vegas
marriage. What was all that?

Well,

Madge was afraid that Albert
might have killed Lamont.

Albert was afraid
that she might have.

So they were just trying
to protect each other.

Comedy of errors.

Uh, just errors,
Della, no comedy.

As Perry would say,

murder is never funny.

Okay, boss.

Okay.