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I'll be leaving shortly.

Hold on a moment.

You won't change your mind?

I don't think so.

This is one of those headaches that just
won't go away.

You're sure you don't want me to stay?

I'll be fine.

You go on.

Thomas, don't bother about the car.

I'll get it myself.

Freda.

Freda, I'm in the kitchen.

I thought you had gone.

What about your dinner?

Would you like Mrs. Gibbs to bring you a
tray?

No, thanks, dear.

Later, perhaps.

All right, I'll tell her.

What time do you think Mrs. Grayson
would like it?

Well, why don't you check with her in
about 45 minutes or an hour?

Yes, sir.

I didn't keep you waiting.

You're right on time.

It's exactly 8 .30.

Good to see you, Mel.

Bob, when I walk out of my office at
night, There isn't much time left for

anything.

Perhaps you should live in your office
the way I do.

Maybe you have a point there.

But it would be small consolation for
cutting out cheesecake, whipped cream.

I still have to watch my weight.

Not like the days when you could walk it
off on the force.

Not anything like it at all.

That's something else I owe the force.

Flat feet.

No better reason for going to law
school.

If you're trying to imply that the
police force is responsible for your

with the DA's office, we accept the
credit.

Call for you, Chief Ironside. Thank you.

Ironside.

Yes, Ed.

Affirmative.

Go ahead.

Yes, I'll do that.

There's something wrong, Bob.

Bad news, Mel.

It's freedom.

It appears to be pretty clear -cut,
Chief.

Motive, burglary.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Grayson heard him
breaking in. He panicked and strangled

her.

Do you mind if I ask a few questions?

Not at all. I can use all the help I can
get.

Ed, I'd like to talk to the servants.

They're just outside.

You come in, please.

Miss Gibb, you found Mrs. Grayson?

The poor thing.

Tell us about it.

Well, she said that she would like to
have a tray up later.

When did she tell you that?

About 8 o 'clock over the intercom.

This one?

Yes, sir.

And you were in the kitchen?

All of us were.

All of you?

Me and Thomas and Mr.

Grayson. Oh, we had to have...

Just had a couple of cocktails upstairs.

When she told me she had a headache,
while I finished dressing, I came to the

kitchen.

That was the last time I spoke to her.

I was just leaving to meet you.

Go on.

About nine o 'clock, I went up to see if
she wanted to eat.

I didn't want to wake her. She was
sleeping.

You found the body lying here by the
French doors?

Yes, sir. There she was.

Cold and not moving, and the rain
pouring down on her.

Mr. Gibbs, you didn't hear any sound at
all from up here?

No, sir.

But I wish I had.

Well, thank you both.

That'll be all for now.

No I

can't

believe it.

I know come on sit down How

did it happen police think it was a
burglar

What are we going to do, man?

I don't know.

Paul.

Where have you been?

At the... last game.

At the nightclub?

At a disco joint.

How long were you there?

I stopped in around... five.

And you've been there since five?

Until maybe a half an hour ago when I
left to go home.

Now, is there some place you and Paul
could stay for a few days?

Yes, the college club.

Bob, are you going to stick with us?

Yes, would you mind?

Oh, I'd be grateful.

Please let me know if anything turns up.

I want to stay on top of this case until
it's all cleared up.

So do I.

I gather we've just attached our office
to the homicide squad.

Sometimes you wonder.

I wonder if I've been a cop too long.

An old friend, currently assistant DA,
we're having dinner together.

His wife is murdered.

The question enters my mind if it isn't
all just too blasted convenient.

Well, as long as you're wondering,
there's something else for you to chew

over.

The carpet is damp here where the rain
blew in.

This area, right in the middle of it
where the body was lying, is... Is dry.

Dry as a bone.

Eve, you're Frida Grayson discovering a
thief in her bedroom.

Mark, you're inside the house in a
darkened room and Frida startles you. Go

ahead, Eve.

What are you doing, Mark?

Getting rid of the light.

What for?

Well, so I can grab her like he did.

Well, forget what he did.

What would you do?

Well, I'd clobber with this.

And so would any other thief.

It's faster and safer than strangling.

And here's another thing.

The area where the body was lying was
dry, but the cook said it was raining

on Frida's body when she found it. And
it's been raining since about 7 o

If the burglar had come in those doors,
it would have rained on the carpet

before he killed her.

Conclusion?

The killer did not come into the bedroom
through the French doors.

He came through the house.

In Grayson's neighborhood, no strangers
or prowler cars.

There were several parties going on
between 8 and 8 .30, but nobody saw

unusual. How about street traffic,
patrol units, postal service, laundry,

those things? Negative.

Negative on Paul Deeks. He checks out at
the last gape.

According to the cigarette girl, whose
name, bless her heart, is Chickie D, he

was there from 5 in the evening on.

But here's something positive.

That'll be a switch.

There was an imprint of a rubber -clad
shoe found below the trellis.

The lab estimates him at between 160 and
175 pounds.

That's a size 14.

Statistically, that would make him
something over six feet, three inches

And that's an awful tall fed man.

You argue with the lab chief.

I have no intention of arguing with
anyone.

But I will point out to all present and
presumably listening, I hope that we can

assume the rubbers were stuffed.

To disguise the actual size?

Pretty clever.

He did a good job of covering the
physical evidence.

But why?

Why, if the thief somehow managed to get
in the front door, why would he have to

create evidence that makes him look like
an intruder?

Hello, Chief.

Easy, baby!

How's the most gorgeous cop I've ever
seen?

You know, Benji, flattery will get you
everywhere.

Yeah, how about that, huh?

I bet you thought I'd forgotten you.

Look what I brought you.

For me?

Nothing but the best for Evie.

That's my most expensive model.

I'll treasure it always.

Whenever you two are through.

Oh, I got the blast you wanted to see
me, Chief.

How's business?

Not like it was in the old days.

I figure I gotta sell 144 of these
stupid...

Beautiful dolls.

To make the turnover I used to make on
one gold cigarette case.

Yeah, what do you think of these?

These for real?

Yeah, those are insurance company
photographs.

Beautiful stuff. Antique setting.

Well, that's where a lot of the value
is.

Wouldn't make a very good deal.

Why? Well, you can't pass them the way
they are.

They're too easily spotted.

You break them down, melt them down, and
you lose a fortune.

How about those?

Worth an easy hundred

Gs.

Just a matter of resetting them. That's
all.

Nobody would ever spot them. They'd
disappear forever.

That's what we thought.

Well, if that's all, I got a big deal
with the car name.

Good luck, Benji.

Call me anytime, Chief.

Well, not very encouraging, but it shows
us something.

That the burglar knew what he was doing.

Perhaps he knew a little too well.

How too well?

He's killed a woman.

He's killed a woman with servants in the
house.

He seems to have known where all of
Frida's jewels were.

He didn't know when someone might have
walked in on him, yet he took the time

sort out exactly the right pieces. Now,
how did he know he wouldn't be

disturbed?

I think I'll turn in now.

How about a nightcap?

No, I think not.

I'd have one for the road, except I'm
not going anywhere.

Paul.

Paul, this is... This is something we
have to live through.

I know, Mel.

Get interested in something.

Like Las Vegas?

I was supposed to have learned my
lesson, remember? I mean it, Paul. Find

something to do for your own sake.

Sure, Mel, sure.

This picture was taken at the scene of
the murder. This one was taken at the

autopsy. It obviously took a while for
the bruise to appear.

This is a shot Eve had made up from the
insurance company photo of the missing

necklace. Watch what happens when we put
them into the projector.

The markings of the bruises and the
setting roughly match.

She was wearing the necklace when she
was strangled.

But she was supposedly killed between 8
and 9, after she had undressed and gone

to bed.

Women don't usually wear jewelry to bed.

Excellent work, Eve. Thank you, sir.

But what does it all mean?

Well, we think it means that she didn't
go to bed at all.

That she was undressed and placed on the
floor after she was murdered.

So the killer was no stranger.

That being true...

The housekeeper and her husband could
have changed her from her street dress

her nightgown. With her husband creating
the phony physical evidence.

Except, why bother to make it look like
she was murdered later in the evening?

To create an alibi?

The servants wouldn't need to do that
since they were home all evening.

The time of death wouldn't have been
important.

But it could have been important to Paul
Deeks, who was at the discotheque.

Or Grayson.

Who was with me.

Good evening, Bob.

Well, it looks as if you should be
comfortable here.

Oh, this will do for a while.

Would you like a drink before the bar
closes? No, thank you.

Well, anything new?

Well, if you think you're up to it, it's
time for

some rather personal questions.

Sure, of course.

First, about the servants. They've been
with you for years. Any reason to

suspect them?

Thomas and Etta? Oh, ridiculous.

Well, isn't it a little odd that they
didn't hear anyone or anything?

In the kitchen? Well, it's pretty well
set off from the rest of the house.

Besides, there was quite a racket from
that storm.

They were also very familiar with your
wife's jewelry.

Bob. You're on the wrong trail.

Money can always be a motive.

Well, and it was.

The house was broken into by a burglar.

Well, then if we eliminate the
servants... You sure you're

ready to talk about this?

Yes. I said I was.

Well, if we eliminate the servants...
Then who remains?

Who might have known the inside of your
house, Mel?

Who?

How about Frida?

Did she have any enemies?

Personal ones?

Not that I know of.

And how about you?

Jealous girlfriend?

Absolutely no dice.

Paul Deeks?

He loved her.

So we've come full circle.

No, we haven't. There's still that
burglar.

And if there isn't, I think you should
explain why not.

Now, Bob, you promised that you'd keep
me informed.

Sure. But right now, I wouldn't be
surprised if you knew as much about the

as I do. Or more.

What do you mean?

The murderer, Mel. I just...

I just can't focus on him. I'm as much
in the dark as you are.

Well, the motive is clear.

Frieda's jewelry.

So the jewelry is it.

Do you want a tip?

Certainly.

Find the jewels.

They'll lead you to the burglar.

Whoever has that jewelry, I promise you
I'll get him.

Promise me you'll get her killer, he
says to me.

I'll give you a tip, he says.

Just find the jewels.

Find the jewels.

Nice tip.

If we were looking for a burglar, which
we are not, agreed?

Agreed.

All right, let's examine what we know
about the Graysons.

I remember Mel when he was a rookie.

Young, bright, ambitious.

A likable young cop with a conscience.

And then he married Freda Hopkins.

They were married 20 years plus.

No money worries.

Freda had inherited plenty when Mel
married her.

No extramarital activities, no
boyfriends, girlfriends.

No children.

But Paul, Freda's nephew, was the same
as their own. When he was orphaned,

became his trustee. Left the police
force, went to law school.

Undoubtedly his ruination.

Thank you, sir.

Eventually... Eventually, he used the
knowledge he gained to attempt a perfect

crime.

If it was he.

Seems to me he was right about one
thing. We're going to have to find that

jewelry if we pin it on either of them.

You won't find it.

You think it's in the bay?

It'd be easy to toss it out of a car
from a bridge. Sure, it would be simple.

But do you think Grayson would do that?

Could you do it? Could anybody do it?

Simply toss a fortune away?

No, it's hidden someplace. It's hidden
and it'll never show up.

Chief Ironside's office.

I'll tell him.

There goes his theory, Chief.

I just found some of Grayson's jewelry.

Mr. Grayson has identified this bracelet
as belonging to his late wife.

Jewelry. That's your specialty, Shelby.

You don't think I'm that dumb to try to
fence it off in the open if I knew it

was that hot.

Who asked you to fence this piece?

Nobody, I swear.

Well, maybe you decided to leave out the
middleman and take the whole thing for

yourself, huh?

You know I'm not a second story, man. I
found it in my mailbox, laying there.

Who do you think left it, Santa Claus?

Look, you can't do it. This is a bum
one. If you send me up this time, I'll

playing marbles with the old men for the
rest of my life.

This time, Shelby, I think you're
telling the truth.

I'm inclined to believe you.

How about you, Bob?

I'm not sure.

He's been around too long to pull a
boner like this.

Every murderer pulls a boner sooner or
later.

Well, without being positive, you know
what'll happen to him if he gets a four

-time sentence.

How positive do we have to get?

Shelby has the bracelet.

It was stolen. He was trying to fence
it.

Obvious possession of stolen goods.

I wouldn't want to have to prosecute.

How much do you weigh, Shelby?

135.

Didn't you tell me the Freitas killer
weighed more than that? Yeah, around

Not the same as you.

Me and a thousand others.

Still, it is a coincidence, unless...
Unless what?

Unless our man was weighted down with 25
or 30 pounds of gear.

I still don't think it was Shelby.

I wasn't talking about Shelby.

Well, maybe you're on to something this
time.

Bob, you'll have to excuse me. I've got
to get back to my office.

What about it, Chief?

Turn him loose.

Thanks a lot, Chief. I won't forget you.

Nor are you.

Sometime remind me to ask you what
everyone was talking about.

We were talking about Freda Grayson's
killer and how I was going to catch him.

I'm still not digging you.

It was Mel Grayson. Buddy told me what I
wanted to know. Which means something,

of course.

Means I finally think I know who our man
is.

And how to get him.

Well, you'd have a tough time convincing
me.

Paul Deeks has an iron -fired alibi.

Which we are going to break.

I think it'd be easier breaking Grayson.
Except for the fact that Mrs. Grayson

was alive when he left the house.

Why, gee.

Servant will testify to it.

They'll testify they heard her voice,
but they did not see her.

Whose side are you on?

Oh, my side.

Was it a recording?

There was a stereo in the bedroom.

Third name. Someone could have recorded
a lot of trivial conversation days,

perhaps weeks earlier.

Then edited the conversation, keeping
the words and phrases he needed, and re

-recorded it.

And held the tape for the proper moment,
in this case a rainy night, with the

ironclad alibi.

He must have timed it out exactly.

But it... How did he make that old
intercom in the bedroom work when he was

the kitchen?

Tape down the speak button.

Later he removed the tape, but the
intercom was still sticky when I felt

button. You were right about Paul's
gambling debt.

Only for me.

Coffee? I would love you forever.

He owes a wad to the bookies. And they
collect his play rough.

Nails down our motive for Paul.

Except for one thing, this business with
the edited tape proves a case against

Grayson.

It proves Grayson might have edited
tapes. It does not prove Frieda Grayson

dead when those tapes were played.

Eve, what does the coroner's report have
to say about the time of death?

Between 8 and 9.

If it were between 8 and 8 .30, Grayson
could have done it.

But from 8 .30 on, he was with you.

At the coroner's office on the phone, I
want the time of death pinned down to

the exact second.

Chief, you know that can't be done.

Ed, somewhere, somewhere there's a hole
in Paul's alibi. I'd like you to find

it. I'll try.

Sergeant Brown, it is the considered
opinion of this office, but the

opinion, that Paul Deeks is guilty.

Now, what does that statement suggest to
you?

Somewhere there is a hole in his alibi.

Glory be.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Always a pleasure for me to see my faith
in the intelligence of my colleagues

justified.

Eve, have you got him yet?

I'd be glad to make some fresh.

No, that's fine.

Mr. Grayson was fond of his nephew,
wasn't he?

Oh, he'd do anything for that boy.

Loves him like his son.

Better, almost.

He and the missus didn't have any on
their own.

Now, I remember Paul first came to live
here when he was just a little fella.

Mr. Grayson taught him to swim, play
tennis, golf.

He was a good golfer, too.

This is excellent.

Thank you.

How did Paul get along with Mrs.
Grayson?

Well, the missus was always more firm
with him than the mister was.

How that boy could spend money.

Did they argue about it?

Nearly all the time since he's been
grown up.

Paul always said that he was asking for
his own money, but she said it wasn't

his until he was 30.

Eve?

Ready?

Thank you very much.

You're more than welcome.

Find anything?

A pair of old rubbers and some gloves.

Paul's room?

Where else?

High five.

Back again?

High yourself, chickie.

Now I'm a customer.

The last gate welcomes the last of the
big spenders.

What's on your mind?

Since the other day, something's been
bothering me about Paul Deacon.

Paul? He's a groove.

Why don't you get off of him?

Well, maybe I'm just trying to eliminate
the competition.

Now, you told me Paul stopped in here
around five the day his aunt was

Yes, and he did, too. And stayed until
around ten.

That's right.

Without eating, this place doesn't sell
food.

Well, maybe he wasn't hungry.

Or maybe sometime he went out to eat.

I didn't see him go out. But you're not
positive.

Now, it wasn't raining when he came in.

It didn't start until a couple of hours
later.

When did he get his raincoat, Chickie?

He must have had it with him.

Must have.

What you really mean is you don't
remember.

Look, I've got a pretty good memory.

Jackie, what really happened was this.

Paul Deak left here sometime after
seven, went home and got his raincoat

then came back.

You're saying that, not me.

But you can't deny it, can you?

Bob, let's get down to cases.

What is going on?

For instance.

Well, for instance, your people are over
at my house asking all these questions

about Paul.

How is he?

Well, how would you think? This whole
thing is getting pretty hairy for him.

He worried about something?

Well, naturally, he's upset.

So am I.

Upset about what?

About you asking all these questions of
him.

Now, Bob, what is going on?

How is his golf these days?

I don't know. We haven't played.

Now, Bob, I ask you a question.

I understand he used to be pretty good,
four handicap.

Yes, between four and six.

Strong arms and wrists.

Bob, what are you getting at?

Put yourself in the murderer's place,
Mel.

There's Frida.

Healthy, active, frightened, ready to
cry out.

Chauffeur did not hear a noise.

Must have taken somebody very strong to
silence her immediately.

Somebody with the arms and wrists of a
four -handicapped golfer.

I'm sorry, Mel.

But we believe it had to be Paul.

And in addition to the traumatic
experience of Frida having been

first suspected me. I never said that.
You implied.

Dennis, you know the basic rule of
homicide investigation?

Certainly. The murdered person's family
is automatically suspect.

If you have any real evidence against
Paul, then I'm entitled to hear it.

That's a reasonable request.

First, Paul was in the house during the
possible time of the murder.

Well, that's impossible.

He was at that discotheque.

We've broken that alibi.

Secondly... Wait a minute.

Prove that he was in the house.

Secondly, Paul is badly in debt and he
had a fight with his aunt over money.

Arguments, not fights. This is absurd.

Thirdly, the designs on the soles of his
rubbers match the prints left by the

murderer.

I absolutely refuse to believe that.

We have the rubbers and a pair of gray
gloves, Mel. When the time comes, I'll

present them with expert testimony.

That's impossible.

Why?

Oh, because... Why, Mel?

Because I don't believe he did it.

But our lab will prove it.

And I demand to see that proof.

You will.

At the trial.

Will you tell me why in heaven's name
you lied to us? I didn't lie.

I just didn't think it was important.

All I did was to go out to get a
sandwich. It was raining, so I went home

my coat.

Then I went back to the discotheque. But
Ironside will make it look as if you

deliberately lied, and you can't prove
that you didn't.

What about your pair of gloves?

Which pair, Mel? I have lots of them.

You have a gray pair?

Yes.

Why, is that the pair he took?

Well, Edda tells me he took several of
them.

And rubbers, you do have a pair of
those, don't you?

Sure.

I haven't worn them in years. What
difference does it make?

What make are they? What's the design of
them?

I haven't the haziest idea.

Look, Paul, get that through your head.

This time it isn't just a matter of
money.

It may be real trouble.

But I didn't kill Frida.

You know that, Mel.

You know it, and I know it.

But does Ironside know it?

He's been gathering evidence, some of it
pretty damaging.

But I still think he doesn't have a
case.

And until he does, he can't make a move.

Mr. Paul Deeks?

Mr. Deeks, I'm placing you under arrest.

You're charged with suspicion of murder
of Freda Grayson.

Come in.

Come in, Mel.

I came here.

You don't realize what you're doing to
that boy.

I realize he's being treated no
differently than many other suspects.

down.

He didn't do it.

Well, suppose he did.

Now I know you don't want to believe it
of him. But go with me for a moment.

Suppose he did.

Shouldn't he be punished?

Well...

That's a tough question.

He's all the family I've got left.

Of course, but the courts won't have
that problem.

Bob, how can you even suspect him?

Why not?

Do you know something I don't?

No. No, of course not.

Then I'm convinced I have a good case,
and we'll leave it up to the jury.

But you don't have a good case. You
know, a smart lawyer can point enough

evidence at me and get the boy off the
hook.

Not a chance, Mel.

See, I know you couldn't have done it.

Coroner's final report.

Time of death, 8 .47?

You were with me from 8 .30.

How can they be so sure?

In your statement to the police, you
said you and your wife were served a

cocktail in your bedroom while you were
dressing to meet me.

Yes, we did that quite often before
going out to dinner.

You said that Frida drank her cocktail
at approximately 7 .30.

That's right.

By the amount of alcohol in her system
and the amount still left in her

the medical examiner can testify that
the...

The metabolic process has stopped at
exactly 8 .47.

She was strangled while you and I were
at dinner.

It can't be helpful more than 48 hours,
can I know?

Not unless you're arraigned.

Do you think I will be? No, I don't
think so.

You didn't think I'd be arrested,
either.

Oh, Paul, now don't hit the panic
button.

What happens if I have to stand trial
and by some fluke I'm convicted?

Don't let your imagination run away with
you. I've heard of other innocent men

getting convicted. Paul, stop it.

It won't come to that. I'll be here to
help you.

You don't know how it feels being caged
up in here for something you didn't do.

If I were guilty then it'd be different.
Maybe I just feel I was getting what I

deserved.

All right.

Maybe this is the time to ask you.

Do you deserve it?

What? Paul, are you guilty? Did you
strangle her?

Oh. You did go back to the house.

I told you that.

To get your red coat.

Yes.

And you didn't go into her room?

Paul, did you go into our room?

If you did, tell me.

Tell me what you saw. Tell me what you
did.

No matter what, I'll understand, but I
must know.

I got my raincoat.

Please, Mel, get me out of here. Put up
bail.

There is no bail on a murder charge.

Then what do I do?

He won't have you arraigned.

You'll be released tomorrow.

Will I, Mel?

broken into by a burglar.

Are you guilty, Walt?

Did you strangle her?

Find the jewels.

They'll lead you to the burglar.

How can you even suspect him?

Do you know something I don't?

Would you care for another drink before
the bar closes, sir?

Ah. No, no, thank you.

Franklin.

Have the doorman bring my car out.

Don't cry, Mr. Grayson. Both sides of
the street are covered.

Here are the jewels. They would have
shown up somehow and cleared Paul.

You were right after all, weren't you,
Mel?

You said find the jewelry and it'll lead
you to the burglar.

You were bluffing, weren't you?

I thought you were. I just couldn't...
Couldn't afford to take that chance.

I realized that when you wouldn't let
Shelby go to jail.

Congratulations. You almost had me
believing I didn't kill her.

Of course, the coroner's report was a
phony.

Completely.

Wasn't very honorable of you.

We all have our own concept of honor.

I thought it more important that I kept
a promise to an old friend.