All language subtitles for perry_mason_s09e03_candy_queen

Thank you.

Thank you.

A deal's a deal, Arnold.

In this business or any other.

Would you sell your candy for less if
another customer offered to pay more?

If I'd given my word, then you're some
kind of a nut.

You call funny, Mr. Arnold?

Yes, Tony. Mr. Purvis can't find his way
out. Show him.

I'm not some punk you can shove around,
Arnold.

If you deal with another party, you
scare me to death.

Carol, talk to him.

After he's out, take over.

I've got an appointment at my place out
back.

Perry,

you and I have something to discuss.

Nothing that I know about.

We have nothing to say to one another.

No chance.

Get in there, Arnold.

If you make a sound.

You're sure you know how to use that
thing, Chester?

I want that formula back, Arnold.

I've got to have it tonight.

Tonight? Why?

Because Claire has an appointment with
her lawyer.

She has to open her personal safe, get
out some documents, and she'll see the

formula's gone.

Well, that's too bad.

I guess I'll have to give it to you
then.

All right, get up.

Sit down over there.

Get over to my house behind the Royal
Beach with the cash or I'll sell to

another buyer.

So it's my considered opinion that all
avenues of conciliation should be

explored before bringing the matter into
the courts.

Sincerely, etc., etc., etc.

You know, Claire Armstrong is usually
punctual right to the minute.

It's 8 .15. She should be here.

What is that?

It's my dessert.

Oh, want some?

Well, I'm glad to see you've abandoned
your war on calories.

Oh. There are no calories in this.
Claire Armstrong sent it. It's their eat

sweet and thin assortment.

Yes, Perry Mason's office.

Miss Armstrong, where are you?

She's still at home.

Hello, Claire.

The paper's terminating the Purvis
contract already.

We'll need the documents from your safe.

Now, how soon can you be here?

No, no, we don't mind waiting.

Now, I'm not convinced you're doing the
right thing.

And before it's signed... But, Claire,
Ed Purvis knows the business.

Mark Chester doesn't.

Just because you two are getting
married, I... Either

we were disconnected or she hung up.

The check.

Like I told you before.

When I do business, I like cash.

Just cash.

Now what are you trying to pull?

We'll see about you and this check.

Hello?

No, no, Claire Armstrong isn't here yet,
but we are expecting her.

Is something wrong?

Tell Clarence, this is Wanda.

Wanda Buren?

Candy. Poison.

Poison? In the candy.

Poison. Keep talking, Wanda.

Homicide, please. Emergency.

Paul, it's urgent. Can you come right
down?

Wanda, where are you?

Perry's home.

Sick.

What's up?

Yes, I'm holding.

Woman's been poisoned. Perry has her on
line two. We need to trace her on her

address. Humpfine's coming in on this
line.

Yeah, Perry Mason's got a poison victim
on 555 -3539.

Need a trace for the address.

Any idea what condition she's in?

Apparently, she's pretty far gone.

Oh, is that you, Steve?

Keep talking, Wanda.

Please, you must keep talking.

Got it. She's listed.

Sick. Oh, so sick.

Cut off.

All right, let me have it, Paul.

She hung up, Steve, but we have the
address.

Yes, it's 860 -62 Royal Beach Road.

Her name is Wanda Buren.

Can you meet us there and take care of
the ambulance?

Right, Perry.

I'm about 15 to 20 minutes away, but
I'll have a car there in five.

Tell her, call Claire.

Tell her we're on our way to Wanda's.
She may want to meet us there.

Well, it's 20 minutes since we left the
office.

We're almost there.

Why'd she call you?

She knew Claire Armstrong had an
appointment with me.

She moved two weeks ago. Nobody knows
where.

Paul, get Della on the mobile phone.

She can ask Claire for Wanda's new
address.

We're checking with Sacramento. She may
have changed the address on her driver's

license.

What gives, Perry?

All I know is the girl said she was
poisoned and needed help.

Who is she?

Secretary of a client of mine. Hi,
Della. Perry wants... I've been trying

Claire ever since you left, and there's
no answer.

Well, when Perry talked to her, Claire
said she was home. So keep trying,

beautiful.

Dulles says Claire doesn't answer. I
told her to keep ringing.

Oh,

Wanda has a phone. We know that much.
Check the information.

Sacramento reports no operator's license
issued to Wanda Buren.

We are now checking... What is it? Is
someone hurt?

No, everything's under control, sir.
Now, would you all please go back to

homes? Thank you.

All right, folks, let's go. Let's break
it up, please. It's all over. Let's go

inside, please. Thank you.

That's right.

Wanda Buren.

Okay, I got it. Thank you.

Here's the address, Steve.

It's a mile down the road.

Here's the manager, Lieutenant.

Quickly. Oh, I'm trying to find the
right gene.

I swear.

You're still alive.

Pulse is up.

Poison?

I don't know. Get the oxygen up here.
I'll help you.

Give me some wet towels. Hot and cold.

Sergeant Bryce, call the crime lab. I
want prints, pictures, everything.

Right. Tell those people outside to
clear the hall, huh?

Come on, lady, don't just stand there.
Towels, please.

Don't touch that, madam.

We don't want anything disturbed.

I was only trying to straighten the
place up. It's a mess.

Where do you want the oxygen?

Right over here, please.

Wait a minute, officers.

Push the right button and open this up.
Just a second, friend.

I'm not your friend.

I said open it.

Now, which one of you is Harry Arnold?

He's not here.

Where is he?

He had a business appointment in the
bungalow out back.

Check the bungalow.

Lieutenant. All for you. Homicide at the
Royal Beach.

That's all I need to make my night
complete.

Got a drum?

Yeah.

Who?

Okay, we're about a mile from there
right now. We'll pick it up.

Two -bit gambler named Harry Arnold was
killed.

Huh?

Caught her on the spot, huh? Good.

What's her name?

Claire...

Armstrong.

I did this to Mark Perry. I wanted him
to stand on his own two feet, to be a

man, to accept responsibility before we
were married. I thought it was

important. And that's why you trusted
him with the combination of your

safe. Why you were ready to let him run
your business.

Claire.

How long have you known Mark Chester?

Three months.

But that's long enough to know someone,
to love them.

Mark is the first man who was ever
interested in me as a woman.

I've been married to a candy company.

I know how important Mark Chester is to
you.

But to blame yourself for driving him to
murder, well, that's sheer fantasy.

I didn't say he murdered Harry Arnold.

But you think he did.

No.

Oh, if you knew him. If you really knew
him.

Oh, I don't know what I think.

I know what I think.

You're not helping Mark by trying to
protect him. And you are hurting

You're facing a charge for murder, not
double parking.

I didn't kill Harry Arnold. You know
that.

Claire, your gun was the murder weapon.

You were caught leaving the scene.

What am I going to do?

You're going to go back over everything
until we find some answers.

Tony Earl, the manager at the Royal
Beach, said Harry Arnold had your candy

formula and you wanted it back.

That formula is my company, Perry. I
couldn't let him sell it to anyone else.

Now you say he got it from your fiancé,
Mark, as security for his gambling loan.

The call came from Harry Arnold just as
I was leaving my office to keep the

appointment with you.

And that was the first time you knew the
formula had been taken?

I was frantic. I went to the safe and
found it was gone.

And then I called you and said I'd be
late.

You know, I just remembered something.

That phone call from Harry Arnold, it
was very strange.

He spoke as if, well, as if we'd talked
before.

So you checked the safe, called me, then
went to Arnold's place.

No one answered the door, but it was
open and the lights were on, so I...

I walked on in.

There was a man lying on the floor.

It was dead.

I knew it must be Arnold.

And then I... I recognized the gun was
on the table. It was my gun.

There was only one way it could have
gotten there.

Mark?

He knew where I kept it, in my office.

My only thought then was that I had to
protect him. You didn't look for the

formula. No, I heard someone running
toward the office. I picked up the gun

put it in my purse and ran out.

That's when the police grabbed me.

Oh, please, Perry, you've got to find
Mark. You've got to help him. Claire,

you're the one who needs help.

If Mark didn't kill Harry Arnold, why
has he run away?

And more important, who did use your gun
on Harry Arnold?

I can't believe it. Why would anyone
want to kill me?

Well, it's a good thing you remembered
Claire's appointment with Mr. Mason.

That call undoubtedly saved your life.

And the poison was in the candy.

You and Claire Armstrong are cousins,
aren't you?

Yes, but we were brought up like sisters
by our grandmother.

Our parents died together in a hotel
fire.

Well, then the formula, the candy queen
formula, was left to you by your

grandmother.

Grandma made the candy in the kitchen.

Claire and I used to sell it. We were
little girls.

Then when I was 17, I left to get
married.

Grandma died and Claire inherited the
formula.

And that made her the candy queen.

Neither of us had any idea how valuable
the formula would turn out to be.

It wasn't until Ed Purvis came along.

He saw the possibilities and he built
Candy Queen into big business.

Now she's repaying him by canceling his
contract.

Losing his job and Claire all at once.

Is Ed Purvis in love with Claire?

Not really. He was just infatuated with
her.

How can you be so sure?

Because when Mark came along, Ed began
to notice me.

Right away.

And I certainly didn't encourage him.

Wanda, where did you get the candy?

We all get samples of any new assortment
and give our opinions on it before it's

put on the market.

No, Wade, I see what you mean, but it's
impossible.

I can't imagine who would want to kill
me.

Then you can't think of anyone who'd
have a reason.

Yes. Someone you know poisoned that box
of candy.

I suppose, Mr. Purvis, you wanted to
poison someone.

Now, wait just a minute. Hypothetical
situation.

Whoever tried to kill Wanda Buren put
the poison in the sample candy.

How? Well, it couldn't have happened in
the plant.

Our production control is too closely
supervised.

Access to this area is strictly
controlled?

Yes. Selected personnel only. No
exceptions.

Of course, Mark Chester's been an
exception for the past few months.

I raised the roof about it, but Claire
wouldn't budge. Is that what provoked

your break with Claire?

I didn't break with Claire. She broke
with me.

What a thanks to dear Mark.

What a woman like her could see in that
chiseling, no good little phony... I

gather from Claire that you went to some
pains to make your feelings known.

Why shouldn't I?

Actually, didn't I owe it to her after I
found out about him?

Listen, Mr. Mason.

One night I was out entertaining a
couple of chain buyers.

We had some girls with us from Carol
Olin's charm school. You know, that

agency?

Well, anyway...

One of the girls suggested that we drop
into the Royal Beach for some action.

Well, the buyers went for it.

And there we were in the joint.

One look at the girls, and the maitre d'
let us right into the casino.

I knew what that meant.

What did it mean?

The girls were stirrers for the house.
You know, bring in a customer, collect a

piece of the action.

Well, anyway, guess who was there with
Carol Olin herself, dropping a bundle at

the dice table?

Mark Chastain. In the flesh.

I did some checking.

Carol was Chester's girlfriend before
Claire met him.

And it was pretty obvious to me she
still was.

You seem to know a lot about Carol Olin.

Well, I met her at a party and had a
couple of dates with her.

Did you by chance go to the Royal Beach
with her?

Yes, as a matter of fact, she took me
there.

Say, look, why am I being cross
-examined?

Sorry if it sounded that way.

Now, let's get back to Carol and
Chester.

You found out about them and you went to
Claire with what you knew?

Claire hit the ceiling, but not at Mark
Chester, at me.

That's when she had you draw up the
papers terminating my contract.

Now, Tony Earl told the police that you
were in the Royal Beach last night and

that you had an argument with Arnold
just before he was killed.

You weren't still checking up on Mark
Chester?

No, no, I wasn't.

Harry Arnold was a cheap chiseler and I
told him so to his face.

But if you're suggesting that I had
anything to do with his murder... Did I

suggest that?

One, two, three, pivot.

One, two, three, pivot.

Pivot.

One, two, three, pivot.

Pivot.

One, two, three, pivot.

One, two, three, pivot. Mr. Drake?

One, two, three, pivot. Mr. Drake?
Pivot.

Pivot. I think we can talk a little bit
better in here.

Pivot.

One, two, three, pivot.

One, two.

You're a private detective.

That's right.

I'm making an investigation for Perry
Mason regarding Miss Claire Armstrong.

Should that mean something to me?

Look, Miss Olin.

Do we kid around for a while or do you
want to play it straight?

I'll let you call it.

Straight. Good. That'll save us a lot of
time.

Now, we know that you were Mark
Chester's girlfriend and that you

into Harry Arnold's casino.

What we want to know is, where's Mark
now?

Even if I knew, why should I tell you?

Again, you called it.

Because we need Mark's answers to some
questions.

And if we don't have Mark, we'll have to
get the answers some other way.

Such as subpoenaing witnesses like
yourself.

And in that case, it's just possible
that someone might bring up your

with Harry Arnold.

I think the police might be interested.

The school's clean.

I'll buy that.

But the school's reputation depends on
your reputation, doesn't it?

I get the picture.

Look, I'd help you if I could, but I
honestly don't know where he is.

Have you seen him since the murder last
week?

Yeah.

Yeah, Mark came over to my place last
night.

Harry Arnold cleaned him out.

He needed money.

You gave it to him?

Where was he going?

I don't know.

Look, that's the whole bit. That's
everything I know.

That's not very much help.

I'll tell you what.

I've got a little more than an hour to
pick up a subpoena.

It's up to you to decide whether it's
for you or for Mark Chester.

If you happen to get a hunch, you can
reach me at Clay's Grill.

And if I don't hear from you, I'll see
you in court.

Mr. Purvis, please.

Hello, it's Carol.

Well, you certainly had time enough to
talk to me when you wanted to get to

Harry Arnold.

Look, all I know is a private detective
has been asking questions.

And there's only one way he could have
gotten to me, through you.

Now, I'm giving you fair warning,
Purvis.

If they start putting the pressure on
me, I'm going to tell everything I know.

It seems to me, Paulie boy, it's a sin
and a shame prosecuting that lady for

killing a crooked gambler.

And if you were the district attorney?

I'd pay her a bounty, like they do for
wolves or coyotes or other beasts of

prey.

Clay, I didn't know you were a loser.

Never bet.

Except on the horses.

And only on my lucky day.

And what day is that?

St. Patrick's Day.

What else?

Last March.

I bought myself a beautiful green fedora
in honor of the occasion.

I sallied out as proud as you could be.

And the wind lifted right off my head.

Doesn't exactly sound like a lucky day.
Wait. A little Mexican boy brought it

back to me.

Unharmed. I tipped him liberally in my
usual fashion.

Went out to the track and who do you
suppose was entered in the fourth race?

I can't wait to hear.

A little speed burner named Hats Off.

who no doubt paid a hundred to one.

He never left the gate.

And the winner was?

Sombrero.

The portents were all there.

It was merely a matter of proper
interpretation.

Talking to Carol.

Looks like you got her kind of upset.

No.

When I left, I thought she was cool,
composed, and completely devoid of

information.

Well, court opened this morning.

She'll make us a charming witness.

Subpoena for Carol?

Mm -hmm.

Don't serve it.

Any reason why I shouldn't?

Maybe.

Guy you're looking for happened to drop
something to Carol.

He asked about a fellow who used to run
a private game at a cabin up in Rosita

Canyon.

Great spot.

Never a raid shut at this time of year.

Now there's a chance.

What's the address?

We got a deal?

First, let's see if Mark's there.

Now, Lieutenant, I call your attention
to States Exhibit A.

Are you able to recognize this weapon as
the one used to murder the decedent

Harry Arnold?

Yes, this is the weapon that was used
that fired the two shots.

One in the heart and one in the abdomen.

Were the police able to raise any
fingerprints on this weapon?

No, sir.

Were you able to establish the ownership
of the weapon?

Yes. It's registered to the defendant,
Claire Armstrong.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Your witness.

No questions.

Very well.

You may step down, Lieutenant.

Call your next witness, Mr. Berger.

The state calls Mr. Edward Purvis.

And Mr. Purvis, referring to the so
-called Candy Queen formula, which was

allegedly given to the decedent Harry
Arnold, would it be possible for you to

put a monetary value on that formula?

Well, we have a $4 million business, and
it's growing bigger every year.

A lot of people try to duplicate our
candy. They can't. We use our own blend

substitutes for the basic ingredients.

This process retains the rich, creamy
taste, yet practically eliminates the

-calorie content.

Then it would be correct to say that
your process is similar in value to the

secret formulas of certain soft drinks
and perfumes.

That's it exactly, yes. It's worth a
fortune.

Thank you, Mr. Purvis. Your explanation
has been most helpful, sir.

Call some phone. It's urgent.

Mr. Mason, will you cross -examine?

If it please the court, I have a phone
call that has a vital bearing on this

case, if I might be excused. Very well.

Court will adjourn until 2 o 'clock this
afternoon.

Yes, Paul.

Where are you?

Up in Rosita Canyon.

We found our man thanks to Tony Earl.

Does Chester know you spotted him?

When I could see through a cabin window,
he doesn't even know it's daytime.

He's passed out on the couch and there
are a bunch of empty gin bottles lying

around. I came down the hill to get my
car. I'm on the way back up to the cabin

now. I'll try and wake him up and get
him talkative by the time you get here.

Claire's lawyer?

I'm Perry Mason, Mark.

Well, what do you want from me?

Your testimony for her defense.

I told your friends here I can't do
anything but hurt her.

Clara's gun killed Harry Arnold.

She said she found him dead in the gun
beside him.

Now you knew where she kept that gun.
Did you take it?

I didn't kill him.

I just used it to threaten him.

Get Clara's formula back.

All that happened was he took the gun
away from me.

What happened after that?

Telephone to Claire.

I went to her office to try to stop her,
but she'd already gone.

So, I drove back to Harry Arnold's.

I... I can't testify to what I saw
there, Mr. Mason.

What did you see?

Claire standing over Harry Arnold's
body.

With a gun in her hand.

Can you understand what that did to me?

The only woman in the whole world who
didn't want something. Who'd try to give

me a break.

And I'd... I'd driven her to murder.

You're sure Clara killed him?

Didn't she?

Mark, with your testimony, we can
establish reasonable doubt.

Possibly a good deal more.

Now, when you drove back, when you
walked to the bungalow, did you hear any

shots? No.

I hadn't thought of that before.

That's strange.

Why didn't I hear a shot?

Come back with us, Mark.

Turn yourself in voluntarily.

It'll do Claire a lot more good that way
than if the police pick you up. And

they will.

After all she tried to do for you.

Don't you owe her that much?

What should I say?

Just tell the truth.

The exact truth.

it cleaned up.

This guy's a weak sister, Perry.

I wouldn't trust him as far as I could
throw this cabin.

And you had been instructed by Harry
Arnold himself to extend credit to Mark

Chester on the gambling tables?

Yeah, that's right.

How much did this credit amount to?

About 40 G's.

$40 ,000 without security?

Well, he had the formula.

You mean the candy queen formula that
Mark Chester took from Claire

safe? Yeah, that's right. Mr. Arnold
took it as a marker for the 40 Gs.

If you can tell us of your own
knowledge, Mr. Earl, would you mind

this court how in the world your late
employer ever expected to collect a

gambling debt secured in that fashion?

Well, if this Chester didn't come up
with the money, he'd hit up the candy

herself.

I see.

Cross -example.

Mr. Earl.

a novice when it comes to gambling
operations.

I wonder if you could fill me in a
little.

How do you feel about extending credit
to players?

That's bad.

It lets a guy take a bat and get in over
his head.

It hurts business.

A word gets around, scares off the
little shooter and brings on the cops.

Little shooter?

You mean a patron who wins or loses a
few dollars?

Yeah, yeah. They're our bread and
butter.

You see, you can't live on high rollers.
You've got to have volume. You make

out, you know, on the percentages.

Then as casino manager, what was your
reaction when Harry Arnold told you to

extend $40 ,000 credit to Mark Chester?
I figured he was setting them up. For

what? He wanted that formula.

Why?

Why would a nightclub owner operating an
illegal gambling casino be so anxious

to get hold of a candy recipe?

How would he even know about it or
appreciate its value?

Somebody must have told him.

No further questions.

Your Honor, the state calls Mr. Mark
Chester to the stand.

Mark, thank you for coming back.

It took a lot of...

He knew I needed him.

I do.

State your name.

Mark Chester. So, you had lost all this
money gambling in Harry Arnold's casino,

and you wanted a chance to get even, and
then Harry Arnold offered to extend you

credits? On what condition, Mr. Chester?

He wanted me to give him a marker.

Something he could hold for security.
Now, were you the one who suggested

him the candy queen formula?

No, sir. That was Mr. Arnold's idea.

At the time, I didn't even know about
the formula or where it was.

But apparently, Harry Arnold knew about
it. He also told you where it could be

found. Yes, sir, in Clara's personal
safe.

A safe to which only you and she had the
combination.

Yes, sir.

I think that'll be all, Mr. Chester.

One further question, sir.

On the night of the murder, were you in
the Royal Beach Gambling Casino?

No, sir.

Were you in the bungalow of Harry Arnold
behind the Royal Beach Casino?

No, sir.

At no time that night in either place?

No, sir.

That'll be all.

Harry, what's he doing? He was there. He
had to be.

He admitted to us he was there.

I knew it. I knew it all along.

So, you weren't anywhere near the Royal
Beach the night of the murder, is that

right? Yes, sir.

How fortunate.

Then you couldn't have taken the
defendant's gun and gone there to

Harry Arnold in order to retrieve the
formula.

No, sir.

So, Harry Arnold couldn't have taken
Claire's gun away from you, then called

Claire to tell her what was happening?

No. What kind of a man are you, Mr.
Chester?

Do you want to put Claire Armstrong in
the gas chamber?

Your Honor, I object. Counsel has no
right. Mr. Mason, this kind of badgering

a witness is inexcusable.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I have only one more question of this
witness.

Isn't it true that only this afternoon,
in the presence of Paul Drake and

myself, you stated... And that's all. No
further questions.

After all Claire did for him, how could
he do that to her?

How could any man... Man?

You use the term loosely, beautiful.

You can smell a rat like that. I knew it
when we picked Mark up at the cabin.

Well, what can we do for her now?

What can anybody do?

Well, I don't know what you're going to
do, but I know what I'm going to do.

What's that?

I have a piece of candy.

That is, if there's any left of your
candy queen assortment.

Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a
roast beef sandwich?

Rare on rye.

Candy.

Anything you'd like me to do, Perry?

Oh, yes, there is, Paul.

If you hurry, you can make it to the
closest candy queen shop. This is the

assortment I want.

You're right, Della.

Clara's candy is delicious.

Oh, let's see.

Opera cream.

Excellent.

Now, Mr. Purvis, I believe you told Mr.
Berger and the court that your

promotional ideas and endeavors were
what made Clara Armstrong's company what

is today.

Is that correct?

Well... Yes, that's about it.

When I first met Claire, all she had was
her formula and a little candy store

about the size of a phone booth.

Would you say, then, that the Candy
Queen success story was a 50 -50 blend

Claire's low -calorie formula and your
merchandising ability?

I think that might be a fair estimate,
yes.

And wouldn't $40 ,000 be a pretty cheap
price for the return of the formula?

If you had to buy it back from someone,
yes.

How much did you offer for it, Mr.
Purvis?

Oh, just a minute.

Your Honor, I object.

During my direct examination of this
witness, no mention was made at any time

any such offer.

How can counsel now... Your Honor, in
view of the statements made by Mr.

Chester, the defense contends that the
involvement of Mark Chester with the

decedent and the subsequent passing over
of the formula was a carefully

engineered plot by a third party. If
so...

Evidence of this is of the utmost
importance to the defense of my client.

feel you could substantiate such
allegations?

Yes, Your Honor. Very well.

I'm going to let him continue, Mr.
Berger.

Yes, Your Honor.

Now then, Mr. Purvis.

We've heard testimony that Harry Arnold
disliked extending credit to his

customers. Then along comes Mark
Chester.

And credit is extended to him for $40
,000.

Doesn't that seem strange?

I don't know anything about how Harry
Arnold did business.

Really? All right, now.

Mark Chester has testified that it was
Harry Arnold who suggested Claire

Armstrong's formula be used as security.

He even told Chester where to find it.

How would Harry Arnold, a gambler, know
that?

How should I know? Only one person could
have told him.

The only person who had a reason. You,
Mr. Purvis. I?

Now, what reason would I have?

You were being fired by Claire
Armstrong.

But with her formulas, you could walk
into any candy company in the world

No.

A lady friend arranged for you to meet
Harry Arnold, didn't she?

Yes, I did arrange to get to Harry
Arnold.

I told him about the formula and that
I'd buy it from him. But not for the

reason you say.

What was your reason?

Because Candy Queen was as much my
company as Claire's.

Because she was kicking everything down
the drain for both of us.

For a cheap, gutless little parasite.

Well, I had to do something, Mr. Mason.

I had to show him up to her for what he
was. Before it was too late.

Before she married him. So you made an
arrangement with Harry Arnold to get the

formula for you.

Only to bring it in and throw it on
Claire's desk and tell her how I'd

it. But what, Mr. Purvis?

But Harry Arnold ratted on the deal.

He knew how much money I had, but he
thought he could get more from Claire.

So I called the police. I thought that
if they raided him and closed him up

before he could deal with Claire, I
might still get it from him. And that's

truth.

All of it.

I only hoped I wouldn't hurt Claire for
all and...

No further questions.

No questions, Your Honor.

Witness may step down.

Your Honor, there's one aspect of this
affair that hasn't been dealt with.

This is more than a murder case.

It also involves the attempted murder of
Wanda Buren.

Your Honor, for purposes of this
hearing, the state has studiously

mentioning the case that Mr. Mason now
refers to.

Because there is absolutely no evidence
to support his allegation that one

matter is related to the other. With the
court's permission, I believe I can

connect the two.

Very well. Call your witness, Mr. Mason.

Now, Wanda, it's our contention that
whoever tried to kill you was the

chocolates.

also succeeded in killing Harry Arnold
that same evening.

Now, do you know of anyone who had
reason to wish you dead?

No.

No.

Some who didn't like me, but for anyone
who wanted to murder me.

With your cooperation, I think we might
be able to identify the poisoner.

Will you help us?

If I can.

Good.

Wanda...

What did you think when your cousin
Claire told you she was releasing Ed

I thought it was terrible.

A man like that, all he'd done for her.

He's worth ten Mark Chesters.

Wanda, I have here a box of chocolates
identical to the

one you... received the day Harry Arnold
was killed.

Now, this is very important.

I want you to try to remember the order
in which you ate those pieces of candy

that night.

Well, I seem to remember... I think the
first one was an opera

cream. An opera cream. Now, let's see.
Would that be this one?

Yes, it looks like it. Now, just take a
small bite. You don't have to eat it

all.

You know, if you had inherited your
grandmother's formula instead of Claire,

then it might have been you and Ed
Purvis who built the company.

You'd have been the candy queen.

Funny how things work out sometimes.

Opera cream?

Yes. Good.

Now, what was the next piece you ate?

It might have been a lemon jelly.

Now, which one would you say is lemon
jelly?

Are you right?

No, that's chocolate mocha.

One out of two, that's not bad.

Now, try this one.

Something wrong with it, Wanda?

Yes, it's bitter, isn't it?

That's one of the pieces I filled with
veranol. You knew it tasted bad

immediately.

Yet you've tried to tell this court that
you ate five pieces of candy filled

with veranol, one right after the other.

And you didn't realize they'd been
poisoned.

No. And what did happen?

Didn't you take the veranol yourself
after you called my office thinking

would be there?

No. You doctored the remaining candy
with veranol.

It's not true.

I didn't even know him. I had no reason.

But you did know him.

When Harry Arnold called the defendant
on the night of his murder, he indicated

that he'd talked to her before.

Now he hadn't.

He talked to you. You, posing as Claire.

And when you went to his bungalow to
pick up the formula, you just couldn't

bring off the impersonation.

He saw her picture on the box of candy.

You were about to lose everything.

Ed Purvis, a chance at the formula you
believed was yours, even the security of

your job.

All of it would have been lost as soon
as Harry Arnold notified your cousin.

The check. He wouldn't take the check.

The defendant's gun was there.

Harry Arnold had taken it away from Mark
Chester.

How could you possibly know?

You made one mistake, Wanda. When you
made the call to my office from Harry

Arnold's, you hung up the phone.

But when we found you at home,
unconscious, the phone was off the hook.

The formula was mine, too, just as much
as hers.

It came from me. I know he did.

He didn't say it, but I know he did.

We could have gone away someplace
together.

Why does she always have everything?

You've got it all again, haven't you,
Claire?

Like always, you've got it all.

Hate you.

I hate you. I hate you.

Bon voyage, Claire. Have a wonderful
cruise. Thank you,

Della. Two whole weeks. Time to forget
everything.

Well, don't forget you still have a
business.

Since Paul found your formula in Wanda's
apartment.

Oh, I'm sorry he didn't make it for a
goodbye drink. I wanted to thank him.

I drew up an extension on Ed Purvis'
contract.

Would you like to sign it?

I mean... What'll I tell Ed?

Just give him this.

Right.

We've got to run.

Thank you both so much for coming.

Well, you finally made it out.

Yeah, by bribing my way aboard. Oh, this
is for you. Oh, thank you, Paul.

Not a box of candy.

Paul, how did you know? It's exactly
what I needed.