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I've got a pair of shoes for you, Marla.
How about it?

Please. I told you now.

What's the matter? You think the Duchess
will find out and can your mother?

No, it isn't that.

I'm still in a bowl, that's all.

Don't feel wet in mine, dear. Come on,
just one line, huh?

Oh, be safe. Why?

Oh, I don't feel well, that's why.

A couple more months like this, we'll be
off the hook, Alan.

Bill, she's here again.

She? The girl.

Marla Carroll.

This is the second time. She was in last
week, remember?

So what?

So her mother works for the Duchess.
Bill, maybe she's only a companion.

we're open for business, Alan.

Everybody's business.

You know how the Duchess feels about us.

About this place.

Why get her any madder?

Sure.

Sure, the old lady's not as important as
you think she is.

But why ask for trouble?

Why not just ask the kid to leave?

Why not ask everybody to leave?

That'll take care of the Jarrett
brothers and make the Duchess real

Bill, look.

Our door is wide open. It'll stay open.

You hear me?

A public nuisance.

Oh, now, Bonnie Mae, that place is
practically out in the country.

They're not harming anybody.

Country or no country, they're
technically inside the city limits.

Oh, isn't there a curfew law or
something that says young people must be

a certain hour?

There must be something you can do.

But you can't stop a legitimate business
from operating.

Just because you don't like the owners?

It's like I told you last week and the
week before.

You're still not getting the message,
Orson.

I simply won't stand for this.

I refuse to permit a bowling alley in my
city.

Bonnie Mae, once a long time ago, this
was your father's city.

But times have changed.

And you can't prevent the Jarrett
brothers from running a business and

living. And what about your business,
Mr. Mayor?

Unless I'm mistaken.

The refinery I own and operate is the
principal customer for that little

industry you run, in addition to your
duties in office.

Oh, no.

Now, don't talk like that, Bonnie Mae.
You know very well that without your

plant, I wouldn't have a business. That
would give you plenty of time, wouldn't

it?

To go bowling.

Rose?

Bonnie Mae, for the love of Pete, will
you listen to me?

Mrs. Carroll?

Is that telephone call for me, Mr.
Stillman? It's about your daughter, Mrs.

Carroll. Marla?

There's something wrong, Orson.

What about my daughter?

She's in the hospital.

Well, Linda, what did you find out? The
hospital definitely confirmed the

diagnosis on Marla Carroll.

It's definitely an amoebic infection.

Oh, dear.

That's just what I was afraid of.

But she's perfectly all right. There's
no danger.

They're letting her mother take her home
today.

That's the third case the hospital has
reported in two days, Linda.

Seriously, an epidemic.

You want some more coffee?

Linda, I've always said only one -third
of an iceberg is visible above water.

Yes, I've heard you always say it. I'll
get you a donut, too. Oh, Linda.

Maybe you'd better start calling the
doctors in town. Make me a list of every

related case they've handled this last
week. You know, stomachache, gastritis,

suspected appendicitis, and so on.

Y 'all.

Y 'all.

Maybe you and the other health
inspectors better go to work on this

dysentery thing. Start talking to the
cases.

See if they can remember every place
they've been this past week.

Everything they've eaten, and every
place they've eaten it.

We've been at the ballpark the day
before.

We had hot dogs and popcorn and some
soda pop.

A couple of beers at the bowling alley.

I'll call the doctor like you asked.

Rose, hadn't you better look in on your
daughter upstairs? Make sure she's

feeling all right. Oh, yes.

Jack, you can wait outside.

Oh. Oh, sure, sure.

Jack Baker.

Casaro's middle -aged LaFario.

I thought he was just the maintenance
man at the refinery.

I find him useful for odd jobs.

Is that what hauling me over here is, an
odd job?

Well, it's nice to know where a man
stands.

Oh, stop it, Mac. Sit down.

I had some sandwiches and coffee made
for you.

I'm not really hungry and I have a lot
of work to do.

All right.

What do you want?

You should be hungry.

You haven't eaten since breakfast.

You know a good deal.

Don't you touch it. Of course.

I'm an eccentric old biddy who's always
sticking her nose where it's not wanted.

Oh, now, now, don't you say a thing like
that.

Barney May, you've done too much for
this town, you and your father.

Wouldn't it have been a town to begin
with without him and the refinery he

built? Or anything left of the town
without you?

You don't think I'm an interfering old
battle axe who deludes herself playing

lady of the manor? Oh, don't be
ridiculous.

To concern yourself about other people's
welfare certainly can't be called. Yes,

other people.

Like Marla Carroll, Rose's daughter.

I don't understand.

Max, I know why you're working so hard
right now.

And I know you found the source of the
infection, too, haven't you?

I really don't know where you get your
information.

No. Because you found that several
people who became ill have eaten in one

place. Just one common place.

The bowling alley.

No, Bonnie Mae.

I mean, yes.

I grant you certain cases have eaten
there.

But the bowling alley is clean. Quite
clean.

I have inspection reports.

One of the best kitchens in town.

But the people did get sick there.

I tell you, I don't know yet what the
source of the infection is.

What are you going to do about it?

What do you think I should do?

Close that place down.

I'm a help officer.

I can't go jumping to conclusions,
putting men out of business because...

Residents of my town have been poisoned,
Max.

At the bowling alley.

Marty May, I know how you feel about the
Tarras brothers.

If you don't go down and close that
place tonight, my attorney will be in

in the morning to demand that it be
closed.

As a public nuisance.

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

There are reports I still haven't
checked.

When I do have enough data, I'll
certainly take whatever steps necessary.

Yes, and you'll take them quickly, so
that people won't have to suggest to the

city council that what Tesoro really
needs is a better director of city

one with a bit more courage.

I know she gets a little wild sometimes,
but she is on the right track, isn't

she? Mr. Baker, if you're going to see
her... It would seem if the Duchess had

something to really get mad about,
wouldn't it?

What are you talking about?

Peace, that's all.

And what happens when people don't just
ride along?

Ah, the better have her way.

boss doesn't pay me anything to take any
care from you.

And I don't intend to.

I'm sorry, but that's not the way I see
it. Well, now, what's that supposed to

mean? Well, if you and your brother
would just close up shop.

Get out of town.

Don't you understand?

Oh, but I love...

police. Why bother?

Maybe I should have called the Duchess
Director.

Who did it?

Jack Baker. A couple of his stooges.

You know, she's really got an army.

Yeah.

Well, there you are.

That's pretty, but sterile.

Is this the ladies' shoe department?

Paul. Paul Drake.

Hiya, Bill. Fine, fine.

You got a girl with you tonight?

No, but I got gobs of neophytes down
here on vacation.

Paul, you know my brother Alan, don't
you?

Hi, Paul.

Hi. What hit you?

Oh, uh, I just fell into a set of brass
knuckles, I'll bet.

I've seen the results before.

Excuse me. See you in a minute, Mr.
Sheriff?

Of course.

Kind of a busy night for Carl.

Oh, look, Paul, I'll see you down there
in a little while, all right?

Which side of the ball is up?

Ask him how we get this thumb out.

No, crack.

This is a game of skill.

I've learned a lot since I last saw you,
Joe. Well, don't just talk about it.

Prove it.

Now, it's a matter of form and
concentration.

There's a mirror over there you can
watch yourself in. I was watching my

the other night. You know what I found
out? Sure.

That to love oneself is the beginning of
a lifelong romance.

Very funny.

All right, wise guy. I'll see you about
this.

Paul, can I see you a minute?

Sure.

This is Bill Jarris. He and his brother
Alan own a place on the street.

Mrs. Kelly and Mr. Kelly. How do you do?

Hey, this is a nice place you have here,
Mr. Jarris. Now, all you need is

someone to give lessons to guys like
Kelly.

I mean, how do you do?

I thought maybe your friend Mason was
with you today.

Perry? No, we just put him on a plane
for Paris.

Oh, I see.

Well, make yourselves at home and...

I'll see you later, maybe, Paul.

Is something wrong, Mr. Jarvis?

Joe?

Well, I just got this thing and I wanted
a lawyer to take a look at it, that's

all. What is it?

We just got here from San Francisco, you
know.

Yes, the Kellys are on their vacation.

Later on, we're going to take them to
see the Sunset Strip, aren't we, Paul?

sorry, Joe. Would you mind?

I'm a lawyer.

Let's see it.

What would you like to know about this?

Well, the sergeant says it's official,
but that looks perfectly legal to me.

Oh, I bet it's legal.

What this paper orders you to do, Mr.
Jarrett, I'm afraid you'll have to do.

We can't stop it. You mean stop now?

Yeah, now, tonight.

No. Well, why not?

Well, this document has the weight of a
judicial order, and only a competent

court can act on it. You mean dismiss it
or affirm it? Either way.

And in the meantime?

In the meantime, Mr. Jarvis, it's just
like I told you.

Your bowling alley is officially closed.

Equally, we're assigned there Dr.

Max Taylor, the director of city health.

I'm afraid you have no alternative,
gentlemen.

Better start getting your customers out
right now.

Good morning, Mrs. Willard.

I'm Joe Kelly. This is an old friend of
mine, Paul Drake.

Do you want to see me?

Yes.

For the moment, I seem to be
representing William and Alan Jarrus.

You mean you represent the country
corner's bowling alley.

Is your difficulty with the bowling
alley rather than its owners?

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

Mrs. Wilman, the Jarrus brothers have a
considerable investment in their

business. A prolonged delay keeping
their place closed could put them in a

difficult financial situation.

Delighted to hear it.

You're very frank, aren't you?

Their place is the source of corruption.

Corruption?

Well, if you mean this so -called
epidemic of amoebic infection, I feel

better tell you that we had a couple of
experts come in from Los Angeles last

night and go over the bowling alley
kitchens.

So far, they haven't even found a dirty
plate.

Of course, I haven't talked to Dr. Max
Taylor yet. He seems a difficult person

to find.

However, from what I've heard, I thought
perhaps if I came to you, you might...

Mr. Kelly, a bowling alley is a focusing
point for gambling.

Drinking. An immoral gathering place for
disreputable people.

Martin Luther didn't seem to think so
when he built the bowling alley for his

young people to use in his own home and
bowled with them. I don't care.

I will not permit any festering evil to
infect my city.

Mrs. Wilmot, I simply hope that we
wouldn't have to go to court to have the

bowling alley reopened. Well, I didn't
issue the order to close it.

Now, Mr. Kelly, if you'll excuse me, I'm
very busy. Looking for another place to

close down as a menace to the
sovereignty of the Duchess of Thessoro?

sorry, Mrs. Wilmott, but after spending
a whole night crawling under sinks and

soaring through garbage for bugs that
just aren't there... Hold it!

You heard Mrs.

Wilmott. She's busy.

Now, do you walk out of here, or do I
have you thrown out?

It's all right, Jack.

I'm sure the gentlemen are leaving.

Rose will show you out.

Good day, Mrs. Willick.

Okay, so I shouldn't have blown my top
in there. Well, it didn't make any

difference. It was my mistake suggesting
we go in there.

How do you use this thing?

You want to reach your wife at the
hotel? I'll do it, Joe.

You know, accusing that bowling alley of
serving poison food is a cheap two -bit

frame.

The number is 272 -2199.

Of course, what really makes me mad is
the fact that you gave up the first

of your vacation.

Operator, let me have 272 -2199.

That's Perry's number.

Right.

Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr.

Della? Joe Kelly.

Yeah, fine, fine.

Look, which judge does Perry go to when
he wants a petition in a hurry?

Yeah, temporary restraining order, ex
parte.

Oh, fine.

Fine, then I'll meet you over at the
courthouse right away.

Good.

You don't mind driving around that way,
do you? I don't. You can have the whole

car.

Now, wait a minute, Paul.

I like trouble as much as you do, but if
you stick around here in Cesaro...

Don't worry, Joe. I'm not going to tango
with the Duchess again.

I just want to find out if two and two
add up to four, that's all.

Which two and two?

Mark's on a face and a set of brass
knuckles.

Bill? So that's it.

Who was that?

That's Bill's kid.

Kind of a nervous babysitter, aren't
you? Or were you expecting somebody with

brass knuckles?

I'm sorry, Paul.

Well, why didn't you answer the bell?

Well, I was putting the kid to sleep.

I figured it was a nursemaid. She's got
a key, but she always rings anyway.

And then you thought it was Jack Baker.

Why him?

I saw the brass knuckles.

Okay.

Yeah.

Baker and his boys.

Another message from the Duchess, maybe.

Get out of town.

Alan, exactly what is this stuff between
you two and the Duchess?

Paul, I've tried to keep things
peaceful.

And Bill, well, I guess he hasn't wanted
to drag out all his troubles, but...

Apparently not.

Of course, I haven't seen much of Bill
until recently.

He only saved my life once, but that was
a long time ago.

I didn't know he had a child. Didn't
even know he had a wife, in fact.

He doesn't.

Anymore.

How does the baby tie in with the
Duchess?

She's his grandmother.

Bill married the Duchess' only child.

Oh.

Now I begin to see what we stepped into.

Bill wasn't exactly the old gal's
choice.

He refused to work in a refinery.

That made her mad.

They refused to live in her home,
leaving her alone there with just her

companion and her companion's kid.

That made her even madder.

So she got even with Bill.

She disinherited her daughter.

Where is her daughter? Bill's wife.

She's dead.

She was a little doll.

A very little doll.

She and Bill were on their way back into
town from out of state.

They only got as far as my place and the
baby decided to come a month early.

It was raining and phones were out.

The streets flooded.

I had to grab the closest doctor I could
find.

I guess he did the best he could.

The little doll died.

Who was this doctor?

Dr. Taylor.

Dr. Max.

Taylor.

Temporary restraining order?

But this commands the city of Tesoro to
allow the country coroner's bowling

alley to remain open, pending a hearing
on the granting of a permanent

injunction. Now, good heavens, Mr.
Kelly, how long is that going to take?

Five days.

And at the end of those five days, the
burden of proof is on the city of Tesoro

to establish, to the satisfaction of the
court, that the bowling alley does in

fact constitute a public nuisance.

Now, see here, Mr. Kelly.

Tesoro is in the county of Los Angeles.
It's not the city.

And whatever high -handed tactics you
can get away with in San Francisco will

not work here.

Seems to me, Mayor, the only high
-handed tactics have been those used by

city health office.

Now, is this Dr.

Taylor prepared as an individual as well
as a city official to defend himself in

a lawsuit?

What for?

False statements concerning the quality
of the services or product of a

business, which are intended to cause
that business financial harm, and

in fact, do so.

No, no, they're not false statements,
sir. Wait a minute.

It's not false to say my bowling alley
is a source of pollution and infection?

Come off it. You've got sanitation
reports.

This whole business is no more than a
frame -up to close me down, and you know

it, both of you. I resent your
implication, young man. I bet you do,

not as much as you'd resent losing the
Duchess' business.

Please, please.

The bowling alley simply must be the
source of pollution and infection.

You can prove that?

Well... Well, perhaps not like proving
it in a court of law. There is

no other source of infection. Oh, no,
no, no. I didn't say that. Oh, so you

could be wrong, Max.

Well, it's possible.

Well, this is my opinion.

Supposing we continue this conversation
in the city attorney's office, Mr.

Kelly. Perhaps we can have a hearing in
two or three days instead of the usual

five. After who knows how many more
people get sick, perhaps die.

No.

Gentlemen, we've just had two more new
cases. That makes a total of 12.

And all 12 of those cases have just one
eating place in common, the country

corner's bowling alley.

Now, I'll admit we don't know the exact
source of the pollution there yet.

I'll even admit the place seems clean. I
couldn't believe this at first myself.

But give us a chance. Give us time.

Because if you force us to let that
place open again, I warn you, this town

face a major epidemic.

Don't listen to him, Mr. Kelly. He and
the mayor are in the Duchess' pocket. It

isn't true what he says.

Bill. They couldn't close us down any
other way other than pulling this stunt.

I tell you, it isn't true. It's a frame
-up. Bill, an entire community could be

affected. I signed a petition for that
restraining order. Me.

It's been served. I refuse to withdraw
it. If you withdraw it, Bill, and these

fellas are wrong, the law protects you
with damages.

The only law here is what the Duchess
wants.

She wants my son.

She has to break me through the bowling
alley to get him.

She won't get away with it.

I'll do anything.

Do you know what you've been taking?

I have.

For the truth.

Did you find it?

I think so.

I think for once I'm doing the right
thing.

Your phone hasn't stopped ringing. The
mayor, the city attorney's office, and

course, the duchess.

Which one would you like me to call back
first?

None of them.

Get me the chief engineer of the city
water department.

What's that?

It's Tesoro's main water line.

It's the smaller one where the county
line jogs back and forth to the spur.

Now, that refinery the duchess owns is
in the same general area.

But it uses bottled water and water from
its own wells for its commercial needs.

In other words, the refinery is outside
the county line, so it isn't connected

to the Tesoro system.

I wish I knew what you were talking
about.

Della, I thought you said you spoke to
Perry today.

Well, I did.

He's leaving Rome and on his way to
Lisbon.

Well, what did you talk about?

Well, he said that he's glad that you're
using the office.

And that we should be as much help to
you as we can.

And... What did you say to him?

Della, this spur line, it only supplies
one place.

The bowling alley.

Oh.

Oh.

And I said, Perry, be careful what kind
of water you drink.

Exactly. Now, we know the bowling alley
itself is as clean as a whistle.

So, unless Bill is right, unless this
whole thing is a big frame -up, what

possible source of infection could there
be but the water?

Joe, I thought you persuaded Bill to
keep that bowling alley closed.

Persuaded? I practically broke his arm,
but he finally agreed to give him a

little more time for investigation. Why?

Well, he changed his mind. He tried to
open the place himself.

Oh, of all the stupid things to do.

Don't worry. He didn't do it. They
wouldn't let him.

What happened, though?

Doc Taylor had their water supply shut
off.

So he's on the same track, huh?

Della, call me if you hear from either
Bill or Alan.

Where can I reach you? Dr.

Taylor's office.

Well, I do.

I found him like that just before you
got here.

Mr. Kelly, my brother Alan, where is he?
We don't know. Paul Drake is out

looking for him now. That means Sadie's
alone with the baby.

Sadie? Sadie Neumann, the nursemaid.

She has her own family. She should have
been relieved hours ago.

Well, if we don't find Alan soon, I'll
send a nurse out there until we can make

other arrangements. Now, let's get to
your problem.

That baby is my problem.

The only one that counts.

I'm sure of that, Bill. And I'm equally
sure that problem will be compounded if

we don't get you out of here. Now that
the Duchess has me in.

I wish us both luck. Relax, you're in
the hands of the county, not the city of

Tesoro. Now, tell me, what happened
tonight?

Well, nothing happened. That's just it.

I stopped by at the house.

The city told me that Dr. Taylor had
called, wanted me to come by the office,

that it was important.

I went, found him dead.

The mayor then, you walked with him
before I could do anything about it.

And that's all? So help me, that's all.

Now, look, Bill, if I'm going to help
Paul, my brother Alan can find him.

Yep, right here in jail.

Oh, for a paycheck. What for?

Well, he chased down the city's water
engineer and fought with him about

the water back on. Then when the boys in
blue arrived, he fought with them.

The complaint reads like a one -man
insurrection. Mr. Kelly? Yeah, I know.

him out.

All right, Paul, let's go.

Absolutely no consideration for other
people. You and your brother ought to be

ashamed of yourself.

Leaving this adorable child with me
knowing, knowing full well I had to get

to my family. Well, it's the last time.
I tell you that, it's the last time.

What time tomorrow?

I'll call you.

Good night.

Oh, Mrs. Norman.

You're forgetting your gloves.

I didn't wrinkle.

Thank you.

I'll bet when she gets home, she jumps
down the throat of the first person who

says hello.

Say, Alan, do you have a shovel and some
sort of a crowbar around the house?

Yeah, in the garage. Why?

And a long tape measure?

I guess so. What do you want them for?

I'll tell you later. Would you get them
for Paul, please?

Oh, Adela?

Joe Kelly.

Listen, you know those maps I was going
over?

Would you take them and grab a cab and
meet me over here at the Jarrah's house

just as quick as you can?

Mm -hmm.

Fine.

From this point, where I'm standing, to
that property line over there is your

direction, Paul.

Direction for what?

Look for soft earth.

Someplace where somebody might have been
digging recently, and then you dig.

You're not looking for a body.

No, no, Della, just the truth.

Paul, you remember Dr. Taylor's money
shoes?

Huh?

Well, keep going.

the decedent, Dr.

Max Taylor, phoned the city water
engineer and instructed him that the

feeding the Tesoro bowling alley was to
be turned off. Is that right?

That's right.

Dr. Taylor explained that the bowling
alley was the only place taking water

that spur line and would be the only
place affected.

He didn't say why he wanted it turned
off.

He just said that he was ordering it
turned off.

I see. Now, after this phone call from
the decedent, What did Dr. Taylor do?

Well, he turned to me and said, Linda,
call Bill Jarrus and get him for me. I

called his house. He wasn't in.

I called the bowling alley, and he
wasn't there either.

So Dr.

Taylor told me to call his house back
and have Mr. Jarrus call just as soon as

he got in. Did Dr. Taylor tell you
anything else?

Well, he told me to leave.

It was late, after working hours.

And did you notice as you were leaving
what Dr. Taylor was doing?

Just as I left, I heard him on the
telephone.

He was talking to the mayor.

Yes.

Doc Taylor did call me to tell me that
he'd ordered the water supply to the

bowling alley turned off.

I must say, it seemed like a pretty
drastic step to me.

But Doc just wouldn't elaborate on his
reasons.

Even though I warned him it could lead
to serious trouble.

Now, after this phone call from the
decedent, Mayor Stillman, what did you

Well...

I decided to discuss the matter with
Mrs. Wilmot.

She's rather concerned about civic
matters of this nature.

I see.

Did you call her?

No. I drove out to her place.

And the girl, Marla Carroll, that's Mrs.

Wilmot's companion's daughter.

Marla answered the door. She told me
that Mrs. Wilmot had gone to bed for the

night. She wasn't feeling too well.

And that her mother, Mrs. Carroll, had
gone to the movies with Jack Baker.

Oh, you didn't speak to Mrs. Wilmot
then?

No, I wasn't going to trouble her in bed
or sleep.

I drove back to town, to City Hall, and
I walked in on Bill

Jarrus standing over the dead body of
Dr.

Taylor.

There were signs of a struggle in the
decedent's office. A few things

overturned, some of them on the floor.

And as did the defendant, William
Jarrus.

Were there any signs either as to his
person or to his clothing to indicate

he had been involved in any such
struggle?

He had blood on his clothing and some
blood in his right hand.

Was it his blood, Sergeant?

No, sir, it was not his own blood. It
was blood that matched the type of the

decedent's blood.

And as to the murder weapon used to kill
Dr. Taylor, was that examined in your

police laboratory, and if so, at what
results?

Yes, sir, it was examined, and there
were clearly defined fingerprints on the

handle.

The fingerprints of the defendant,
William Jarrus.

Mr. Baker's bringing my daughter down.

She's been very ill, Mr. Kelly.

I hope you won't upset her.

I'll try not to, Mrs. Carroll, but there
are a few questions I must ask her.

After that police officer testified, I
didn't think there were any questions

left to be asked.

Bill Jarrus didn't know Dr. Taylor was
already dead.

He knelt down to see if there was
anything he could do for him.

And that, of course, explains the blood
and the fingerprints.

In a murder trial, Mrs. Wilmot, the so
-called facts are examined in the

of beyond a reasonable doubt.

Very often the truth is no more than a
matter of relative believability.

As far as I'm concerned, that does
explain the blood and the fingerprints.

You're Marla Carroll?

Yes. Do you mind if I ask you a few
questions?

No.

Why, should I?

Fine. Please sit down.

Now, the night Dr.

Taylor was killed, Mayor Stillman did
come out to the house here?

Yes. He was here and then he left right
away.

Did he see Mrs.

or speak to Mrs. Wilmot?

No.

Of course.

Mrs. Wilmot was in her room.

Well, I suppose so.

Sleep?

I guess so.

You know that for sure because you went
in to look?

I... That's enough, Mr. Kelly.

The child isn't on the witness stand.

No, not yet.

I'm sorry, Marla, but I have a subpoena
here ordering you to appear in court

tomorrow. Oh, the dirty... Jack? As a
matter of fact, I have subpoenas for all

of you.

Miss Garrow?

Miss Wilmot?

And tomorrow, Mr. Baker, we'll see if
you're as quick with your brains as you

are with your fists.

Court reconvenes at 10 in the morning
today.

So there can't be any question of it.

Let me ask you again.

Miss Bonnie Mae Wilmett, the night of
Dr. Taylor's killing, was at home in her

room? Yes. Asleep?

Yes. And she did not leave the house
that evening?

No.

Miss Carroll, at the bowling alley the
night you became ill, you were with a

young man, were you not?

Yes? Suppose I were to tell you that the
young man has been subpoenaed.

That he is prepared reluctantly to
testify that he visited you at Mrs.

house the night of the murder. But he
promised... That he visited you at your

suggestion because you said you were
alone in the house. Now, Miss Carroll,

actually happened that night?

Well,

she... Mrs. Wilmot told Mother Mr. Baker
to go to the movies.

And then she said she was going up to
her room.

Well, I saw her go out the side door.

Get in the car and drive away.

All right, so they weren't my gloves you
found at the Jarrah's house.

Whose were they?

Mrs. Wilmots.

Well, she was the boy's grandmother,
wasn't she?

There wasn't any harm in letting her see
the boy, was there?

Your Honor, on the basis of the
memorandum submitted to the court, a

which has been furnished to the district
attorney, who stipulates there, too, I

repeat for the record.

The witness called by the defense has
been judged hostile for purposes of

examination.

So noted, Mr. Kelly. You may proceed.

Mrs. Wilman, you had a daughter, I
believe, who died about a year ago. She

in turn, survived after death by an
infant son, your grandson?

Yes. Who I gather stands to inherit the
oil refinery.

No.

My will specifically disinherits my late
daughter and her descendants.

May I ask the name or names of those who
are designated as your beneficiaries?

Your Honor, I object to this line of
questioning in that it's completely

immaterial to the crime's charge of the
information. I submit, Your Honor, the

evidence is admissible to establish the
witness's bias.

Bias? Counselor, that would be for
purposes of impeaching the witness.

And hostile or not, she's your witness.

So far, you haven't let her produce any
testimony about the defendant at all,

let alone any testimony damaging to the
defendant.

Why is Mr. Berger not necessarily toward
the defendant, but toward the murdered

man, Dr.

Max Taylor, who attended the witness's
daughter when she died in childbirth?

The witness's daughter, Mr.

Kelly, happened to be the defendant's
wife.

Exactly, Mr. Berger. In which case, the
evidence is neither collateral nor

immaterial, but goes to the heart of the
question of motivation.

Your Honor, I'll stand on my original
objection.

I shall permit you to proceed, Mr.
Kelly, subject to a later decision by

court to strike if the evidence is not
connected up.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now then, Mrs. Wilmott, the name or
names of those designated testamentarily

as your beneficiaries.

A trusted employee and a devoted friend.

My sole heir is Rose Carroll.

Why did you disinherit your daughter?

She'd made a wrong marriage.

I was only trying to bring her to her
senses, that's all.

And you disapproved of Bill Jarrus as
your son -in -law?

I certainly did.

And then after her death, you approved
of him even less.

Would you blame me?

It was his fault that she died.

He kept her gallivanting around the
country.

I wasn't even there.

I wasn't even called.

Mrs. Wilmot.

I can certainly understand the
bitterness of your sorrow, even your

hatred of Bill.

But I gather from Mrs. Carroll, Mrs.
Neumann, and others that your hatred has

steadily increased since that time. Why?

Bill Jarris is a murderer.

He killed my daughter just as surely as
he killed Dr. Taylor.

No. No!

Order. Order in the court.

I didn't know it at first.

He kept her traveling around the country
when she was already sick,

undernourished, burning up at the
monument.

That's a lie.

Bill, stop it. But you mustn't say that.

I said stop it.

Mrs. Wilmot, is that what your
daughter's regular doctor told you about

physical condition?

Doctor?

The way they were living?

Parties, travel.

No time to get a decent night's sleep,
let alone... Mrs. Wilmot, would you be

interested in a statement given by a
doctor in Arizona who examined your

daughter not two days before her death?

whose records show that she was in
perfect health, she didn't even have a

was in good condition to make that trip
back to Los Angeles?

No. No, that couldn't be possible.

Who used the word undernourished,
pneumonia?

Dr. Max Taylor.

He delivered the baby.

He... He...

Mrs. Wilmot, whatever stories Dr.

Taylor told you in private, it didn't
occur to you that they might not have

true? There might have only been
desperate fiction to hide his own

guilt.

I... I don't know.

But of course, whatever happened that
tragic night, whatever bungling accident

took the life of your daughter, lies
buried with her, doesn't it? And Dr. Max

Taylor. So now tell us.

Why did you go recently, secretly, to
visit your baby grandson?

I...

I just had to look at it.

That's all.

Was that your first visit that night?

No.

I'd been there once before.

I couldn't help it.

Now then, Mrs. Wilmoth, will you tell us
this?

Did you order Jack Baker and two of his
men to beat up the defendant's brother?

What?

What are you talking about?

I see.

And one final thing, Mrs. Wilmoth.
Obviously you have sources within the

hall that keep you well informed.

Yes. So did you know of Max Taylor's
decision to shut off the water, for

instance? Did you know what prompted
that decision?

No.

These sources have failed to tell you,
Mrs. Wilmot. Who?

Who were they?

A friend of Jack's.

She... She worked in Max's office.

And then there was Austin, of course.

Austin still... It, uh, the pollution,
uh, wasn't in the bowling alley at

all. No.

Apparently the pollution occurred where
the city's spur water line passes close

to the oil refinery's sewage facilities.
Is that right?

Well, that doesn't necessarily mean that
there's anything wrong with the city's

water lines.

As I understand it, it's possible for
seepage to occur into perfectly sound

pipe. But the refinery is about 25 years
old and underground.

There's a crazy quilt of gas lines and
feeder lines and runoffs, so that

out exactly where the trouble is and
fixing it could mean that the plant

have to be closed down for weeks or even
for months, depending on the extent of

the repairs.

That plant, I understand, barely
operates in the black. I suppose an

might think that any shutdown could lead
to the plant being closed permanently,

in which case, of course, you'd lose
your best customer.

Is that why you went running straight to
Mrs. Wilmot? I am not an alarmist, Mr.

Kelly. But Doc Taylor did say that the
plant would have to be closed down.

Yes, closed.

As mayor, there is something you could
have done to somehow cover up the whole

matter. Oh, no, not even if I wanted to.

The refinery is outside the city. It's
outside the county, Mr. Kelly.

And that report was for the state. They
had to be informed.

And Doc Taylor told me that even as he
was talking to me, Miss Terry was typing

the report. I could hear her.

It was late. After working hours, just
as I was going out the door, I heard him

talking to the mayor.

Now, you weren't actually going out the
door, were you? You were actually still

in the office typing that report.

Yes, I did type the report.

I finished it, he signed it, and I left.

But I checked.

The state never received such a report.
The police didn't find it, and it's not

in your office.

I had nothing to do with Dr. Taylor's
death.

Please believe me. He was alive and well
when I left him.

Alive and well with that report on his
desk.

You can ask... Yes, Miss Terry.

Yes, I can ask the person you always
contacted with news like that. The same

person you must have called that night
right after you left the office.

Mr. Jack Baker.

Sure, she called me. So what? She was a
friend of mine and Mrs. Wilmots.

Linda was always calling with
information.

Such things, for instance, as the truth
about the death of Mrs. Wilmots'

daughter? No.

Shall we recall Linda Terry to the stand
and ask her whether or not Dr.

Taylor ever let the truth slip out and
whether she ever told you about the

tragic happenings of that night?

Well, she might have mentioned it to me,
but so what? There was nothing anybody

could do about it. Oh, but there was.

Didn't you use the information to force
Dr. Taylor to close the bowling alley

before he actually was ready to?

Well, he didn't need to be blackmailed,
did he?

And there was a reason for closing the
place. And for closing the refinery?

Oh, look, I don't know what you're
getting at. The night the doc was

was in a movie sitting next to Rose
Carroll.

Yes, in a movie theater just around the
corner from the city hall.

Oh, what are you trying to say?

That you could have slipped out of the
theater, around the corner to the city

hall, up to Max Taylor's office.

And destroyed the report which condemns
a total closure of the refinery.

After you fought with and killed Dr.

Taylor. It's a dirty lie. I was with
Rose. I couldn't.

Ask her.

Yes. Yes, he was in the theater with me.

Mrs. Carroll, is there a Mr.

Carroll? No.

I'm a widow.

Like Mrs. Wilmott.

You were aware, were you not, that you
were the sole beneficiary of the oil

refinery and Mrs. Wilmott's will?

Yes. She made no secret of that.

This date with Jack Baker, was it the
first time you went out with him?

No.

Jack and I, we've been seeing quite a
good deal of one another.

Then I assume you were aware about two
weeks ago he bought a ring.

What the jewelry refers to as an
engagement ring.

Of course I was aware of it.

It was for me.

We're engaged.

No. No, it's a lie.

Linda, no. Please.

He can't be engaged to you.

It's impossible.

Not two weeks, but over three months
ago, he gave me a ring.

I know. I promised to keep it a secret.

But you've got to tell.

You've got to.

Her date with Jack Baker, was it before
or after he found out you were going to

inherit the refinery?

It was after.

Through you, he hoped to end up owning
that refinery, but a panicky, greedy man

might think there'd be nothing to own if
Dr.

Taylor's report were sent out and the
state closed that refinery. Isn't that

right?

I... Mrs. Carroll, Jack Baker, was he
with you in the next seat all through

movie? He's sad to say if I were asked.

Come on, Mark.

Never have another chance like it.

All right, we can just stay here in our
own private bowling alley.

You'd better pack in plenty of supplies.

How long will it take to run in that new
water line, Bill?

Well, Del, we figure about two months
longer than our second mortgage will

up. Well, stop figuring so much.

The Dutchess and I have just been down
to the bank, and she seems to think that

you and the refinery might as well sink
or swim together.

I'd like to help, if you don't mind,
Bill.

or he was a grandmother.

I think this is about where we came in,
darling.

With a bowling lesson.

Hey, I know you.

You're my wife.

Well, I certainly don't see what's so
hard about that.