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Thank you.

you

Whoever he was, Miss Westbrook, he never
got inside the safe.

The metal's got a few scorch marks on
it, but it looks like the lock wasn't

touched. No thanks to you.

How did he get past security?

We're working on it.

Well, work on it on your own time,
because you are fired.

A lot of... We don't even know how it
happened yet.

Stu's worked for us for five years.
Look, I don't care how it happened. It's

time for a change.

Alana, I have those contracts for your
signature.

Later, Scott.

You were going to choose the girl for
the national advertising campaign.

Oh, not now.

Alana, this is the third day they've
been here.

All right, all right.

I think we can do better.

Girls, I'm really sorry. Thank you,
ladies.

If there are any future opportunities, I
have your numbers.

Somewhere out there, there is a girl
with the perfect look.

At least the formula's safe. That's the
important thing.

Yeah. And it is going to remain safe.
That's why I'm taking it home.

Home? Oh, Lana, you can't do that.

The formula's too valuable.

Well, you can't stop me.

As CEO, I have a responsibility to the
company and to your stockholders. You're

going to do what you told Barbara, just
like everyone else around here. You are

constantly undermining my authority.

If you won't let me do the job you hired
me to do, then why don't you let me out

of my contract?

So you can become the CEO at Winston
Cosmetics?

Who told you?

Oh, Scott is a very efficient and well
-connected executive assistant.

I want out, Alana. I want out.

Oh, I understand.

I understand Winston offered you $200
,000 a year plus bonuses.

Very generous.

Too bad you already have an ironclad
contract with me.

Mrs. Westbrook? Dr. Schell, as I'm sure
you've already heard, there was a break

-in last night.

An attempt was made to steal the ingenue
formula.

Yes, they didn't get it. I know, but I'm
going to take sole responsibility for

its security. That's why I'd like you to
turn over all your notes and files on

the project.

I don't understand.

You don't have to. Just open the
cabinet. Mrs. Westbrook. Doctor!

Now. Mrs. Westbrook, don't do this to
me.

These files represent years of work.
They're irreplaceable. Without them, I

would never be able to reconstruct the
form. You don't have to.

I told you, I'm going to make sure it's
safe.

Nevada, I do not think it is fair that
you retain sole possession.

Doctor, I own that patent.

And you developed the Anjan formula as a
salaried employee under my supervision.

If you don't know what that means, I
will be very happy to have my attorney

explain it to you.

Thank you.

Scott, I want you to call a press
conference.

Alana, I don't think the press is going
to be that interested in a simple

robbery attempt.

Oh, I have a much bigger story than
that.

I'm going to tell them things even you
don't know.

In fact, this is a product so
revolutionary that the competition

burglars to try to steal it.

Fortunately, they didn't get it. Are you
telling us people are committing

industrial espionage just to get their
hands on some new wrinkle cream?

Oh, no, no, no, no. This is much more
than that. This is an entirely new

discovery that I've developed and I've
tested on myself.

I call it ingenue. Remember that name?

You know how most women lie about their
ages? I know I always did.

Well, today I'm finally going to tell
you the truth.

In fact, I'm going to show you copies of
my birth certificate and my family

records to prove it.

Are you going to tell us that you're
really 20?

No, no, au contraire.

Janice?

Is this for real?

Check it out for yourself.

The original of that birth certificate
is on file in Porterville, Colorado,

where I was born.

62 years ago.

Alana, what are the ingredients in this
new wrinkle cream?

Wouldn't you like to know?

That's certainly a triumph for you, my
darling.

Oh, thank you, Arthur.

Please sit down. You know how I hate to
have people read over me. Oh, I'm sorry.

Yes, you're right. I can't help feeling
concerned about this

formula being right here in the house,
particularly after they tried to break

into your office.

Well, the formula's in my safe. You of
all people should know how hard it is to

get into my bedroom. Oh, come on. Damn
it. None of that is funny.

Arthur, I'm talking about the security
system.

So short -tempered. I used to be able to
turn to you for help, for guidance, for

support. For money.

It was never just the money, Arthur.

But now all I get from you is whining.

My little rat.

Who?

Harley Griswold.

This time he has gone too far.

What is that?

Uh, never mind. Eric, have my car
brought around in five minutes. Are you

Wait, the caterer's coming with designs
for the birthday cake.

Uh, that's all right, that's all right.
They know what I want. And, uh, don't

bother to wait up for me. I'll be late.

Do you have something to do?

Yes, sir.

Then do it.

Yes, sir.

are you talking about me?

Alana, my angel, you don't look a day
older in considering the vital

That's quite an achievement.

You know Beverly Courtney, don't you?

How are you, darling?

Harley, I want to talk to you.

I'm so serious.

I wonder if she's missed because I'm
having lunch with another of my lovely

admirers. Oh, Harley, you're such a
tease.

Tease isn't exactly the word I had in
mind.

Have you read Shirley's column today?

I have.

You're in it.

What did I say this time? Nothing
terrible, I hope.

Holly's always saying terrible things.

Beverly, darling, shut up.

According to a well -connected writer
friend, a certain cosmetic queen's

dramatic revelation of her true age
couldn't have come at a better time.

Rumor has it that recent financial
drains have left her beauty empire

teetering on the verge of bankruptcy.

You don't think that I tell Shirley
about your financial problems, do you?

Let's see, a well -connected writer
friend.

Why, Harley, I do believe you are the
only writer I know, and you are

the only person who knew that I was
having financial problems.

That is, of course, until this came out.

No, no, I swear I never said a word to
Shirley.

Well, you know, you drink too much.

And darling, when you drink too much,
you talk too much.

Alana, my darling, what can I do to win
your forgiveness?

You can drop dead, darling.

Beverly, I do hope you'll think twice
before you tell him any secret. You

know what might turn up in print.

Lifetime. I

don't

believe you.

You couldn't be 62.

Oh, I don't look too bad, do I?

For my age.

That cream is really a miracle.

You must rub it all over your body.

Doesn't it ever bother you to be
sleeping with someone almost tall enough

your grandmother?

I haven't even thought about it.

Do you want to know what I do think
about?

That was a very effective little job you
did the other night.

Well, you said you wanted the break in
an attempt to look realistic.

You were right to get your valuables out
of that safe. The security around here

stinks. Yeah, you certainly proved that
to my satisfaction.

What about that other little matter I
asked you to look into?

Well, it took some digging, but I think
I found what you were looking for.

It's not going to make you happy.

Oh, well, you'd be surprised what makes
me happy.

Oh, everything all right for the party
tonight? I think so.

Great. Sure you won't come?

Uh -huh.

Have a happy birthday.

Oh, thanks.

Ellen!

Oh.

How's the new boat?

How's your knee? Wet.

The office has been trying to reach us
for days. They finally got a message

through to the store down the road.

Important? I don't think so.

Somebody named Westbrook wanted you to
go to a birthday party tonight.

I said you couldn't go.

Who's Westbrook?

We went to law school together.

Almost two years.

You never mentioned him. Oh, five years
out of law school, he went into

business. Made a fortune.

We were good friends.

Haven't seen him since 77.

How'd it go out there today?

You were right.

We were bitten to death. Man didn't
catch a thing.

We're out of this tournament.

Yesterday the boat sank. Perry wrecked
his knee and we lost all our fish.

We can go home as far as I'm concerned.

Those are mine.

Alana, darling.

Happy birthday. Thank you.

I can't believe how marvellous you look.
I just pray that when I get to be your

age... Darling, don't worry.

Angino will be out soon. I do hope you
can afford to wait.

Alana, my angel, I've been calling you
for days, but you're never home.

And I never will be home to you again,
Harley. In fact, you weren't invited.

Get out of my house.

Who's getting around that I'm no longer
on your list? You've no idea the harm

it's doing me. I couldn't be more
thrilled. Darling, for God's sake,

ruining me.

And wouldn't that just be a shame?

Eric!

Eric, Mr.

Griswold is having trouble finding the
door. Please show him out. Mr. Griswold?

If you please, sir.

This way.

Darling, I want to talk to you.

Arthur, you must show me your guns, you
know? I've been learning to shoot, and I

want to ask your advice on what I should
buy.

Well, you know, I only have target guns.

Well, what did you use in the Olympics?

That's the Walter 22 right there.

That's a silhouette pistol.

Alana, I would like a coffee on my nose.

Now? Alana, this is impossible, please.
And impossible.

We'll have to talk about it tomorrow.
Alana? Tomorrow.

I was thinking, uh... Oh, Arthur,
darling, it's so late.

Not tonight.

Well, good night, darling. Happy
birthday.

What are you doing here?

Lana?

Lon, did I hear you mention having
breakfast with the Esmonds today?

Are they awake?

I'm coming in.

How long have you worked here? I've been
in the employment of Mrs. Westbrook for

seven years.

From what you've been telling me, it
sounds like you don't like Mr.

He didn't treat Mrs. Westbrook very
well.

Your name again? Eric. Eric, hang tight.
I'll get back to you. As you wish, sir.

Officer, I need to talk to you for a
moment.

I found something I think you're going
to be interested in.

Mr. Westbrook, Lieutenant Brock, please.

Mind if I ask you a question or two,
sir?

I don't mind.

Okay, to begin with, looks like a thief
broke into your house, stole one of your

guns, went upstairs and surprised your
wife while she was putting away her

jewels in the bedroom safe.

Bang. He shoots her, grabs the jewels,
and splits.

And while all of this was going on, my
guys tell me, you never heard a thing.

Well, I take a sleeping pill,
Lieutenant.

It's very effective.

I wish I had heard something.

I might have been able to do something.

Might have been able to do something.

Lieutenant!

Excuse me, sir.

date, sir, on what we think happened
because something is not quite kosher.

Well,

to begin with, sir, your wife's jewels
were found in a mailbox

just down the street from your house.
But we didn't find the formula for your

wife's anti -aging cream, the one that
Dr.

Schell told us about.

Now, that means that the thief, if there
was a thief, wanted the formula and not

the jewels.

Which means that the thief, if there was
a thief, knew precisely what he was

looking for.

Why do you keep saying if there was a
thief?

I mean, somebody broke in here.

Mr.

Westbrook, nobody broke into this house,
sir.

What about that window?

Mr. Westbrook, the window.

Broken from the inside out. You see, the
thief, your wife's killer, wanted us to

think he broke into the house, but we
think he was inside all along.

Inside?

Inside, Mr.

Westbrook. In fact, we think he's still
here.

And we think we'll be able to prove it.

Prove what?

The butler says you and your wife, well,
you didn't get along.

Would you like to tell us about it?

You should get started as soon as
possible.

I think you should change lures and fish
the center of the lake. I was very

comfortable on the dock. Oh, come on,
Della. You were lucky.

How about some coffee?

Right away.

You know, you really should get in a few
hours before the sun gets too hot.

Oh, Ken, Della knows what she's doing.

Take it from me.

She will win the tournament.

Mr. Mason, got a message for you.

Has the permissaire.

Thank you, Admiral.

What is it, another invitation to a
party?

Not quite.

Arthur Westbrook's wife was shot last
night.

And he's been charged with murder.

Although I take care of the hearing, I
take care of bail.

Hey, Barry, I can't thank you enough.

Too early for thanks.

According to the police report, your
butler told Lieutenant Brock you had

violent arguments with the landlord.

Oh, damn that man.

He'll be a witness for the prosecution.
It's too bad you didn't get along with

him. Eric is a butler.

I pay him to get along with me.

How long were you and Alana married?

Oh, almost ten years.

Did you argue?

Of course we argued.

Every couple argues, for God's sake.

Eric says quite a few of your arguments
concerned money, Alana's money.

Alana's money. I gave her every cent I
had.

That was a lot.

I just want to get some of it back out
of the business.

Arthur, do you realize that wanting your
money back is enough motive for the

police? What?

They haven't found the murder weapon,
but they did find the shell casing and

your fingerprints were on it. Well, they
stole my bullets.

We can't prove that.

The D .A. does think he can prove you
killed Alana to get the formula for her

face cream.

He'll claim you knew the formula was in
her safe, and only you could have faked

the break -in to throw off suspicion.

Hey, what are you trying to do, get me
more upset?

I'm under arrest for murder.

Thanks, Dylan.

My partner, Ken Malansky, is going to
visit the crime scene with Lieutenant

Brock in the morning.

Before you leave here, I want you to go
over all the pictures from the party

with Della.

But right now, I'd like you to tell me
about this cream your wife invented.

It really worked?

Oh, yes.

Arthur, how old was Alana?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Morning, Lieutenant.

Morning, Miss Velansky. Sorry I'm late.

Going in.

What do we got?

Excuse me.

Mind if I take a look around?

Who are you?

My name is Molanski.

Ken Molanski. I work with Perry Mason.

Mason the lawyer?

You a lawyer too, Molanski?

Don't tell me you got something against
attorneys.

Ever know a cop who didn't?

Who said you could be in here?

Lieutenant Brock.

He's outside. Ask him.

I will.

In the meantime, don't go anywhere.

Don't touch anything.

Clear?

You're not going to find anything,
Melanti.

Forensic swept the plate clean
yesterday.

I had to tell your investigator that she
acted like I was trying to sneak out

with vital evidence.

What investigator?

Tall, blonde, nice looking.

She was going to go look for you. She
was just here.

Just now?

Yeah, just now.

She just drove away.

It wasn't one of yours?

The only woman on my squad is Lainey
Rodden Rickards, and she ain't no

Dead ID, Lieutenant. Darius Quinn. I
wrote her name and license number in the

log. Lieutenant, the woman's a dead end.

This is not another one of Mason's
scams, is it? Malansky getting us

around in circles looking for some
mystery woman?

Give me a break, Lieutenant. Perry and I
don't work that way. You ought to know

that by now. After you.

Arthur and I went through every picture
from the party.

These three knew the formula was in the
house.

William Schell. The chemist who
developed Arginine.

Barbara Fox.

Alana's CEO.

And Scott Collins.

Her executive assistant.

You're holding one back.

Harley Griswold.

Arthur said that he and Alana had a
terrible fight the night of the party.

Fine? About what?

He only knew that Harley crashed the
party and Alana threw him out.

Well, Mr. Malansky.

Sorry I'm late. I was downtown with
Lieutenant Brock.

He traced our mystery woman's license
plate.

Rental car, phony name, dead end.

She's evidently a professional.

Professional enough to murder?

I'm starving. Have you ordered yet?

No, we've been waiting for you. Waiter!

Now, tomorrow... You want me to check
out that break -in at Alana's office

because it's connected.

You're finished with everything else.

Everything jives with the official
police report.

Well,

Brock is certainly putting together a
good case against us.

I just got a glimpse of him going down
the hall, all in black with some kind of

mask over his head.

all I saw.

This intruder, you think it could have
been a woman?

I don't know. I didn't think about it.

In other words, you wouldn't say yes,
and you wouldn't say no.

I'd say maybe.

More than that, pal, I don't know.

Mr. Collins' office is around the corner
down the hall. Great, thanks a lot.

Where'd she go?

Who? The blonde woman.

I didn't see anybody.

Excuse me.

Can I help you? I'm looking for a woman.
Tall?

Blood?

Not in here.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

A tall blonde wearing a white blouse and
a dark skirt. I start coming out of

that office there. It's got to be Lauren
Kent. She was here a few minutes ago.

Who is she?

She worked for Alana. Doing what?

Special projects like party, occasional
dirty tricks, stabs in the back.

Whatever Lauren Kent was doing, Alana
kept secret.

Well, she doesn't work for Mrs.
Westbrook anymore, and then what was she

here? She said she had some loose ends
to tie up.

So do I.

You know how I can find her?

Her employment file's in the computer.

Oh, hello.

I'll bring her up.

Her file's been erased.

Could she have gotten her hands on one
of those terminals?

Well, there's another one in Mrs.
Westbrook's office.

She was in there.

You don't think that she could have
erased it herself, do you? Now, there's

thought. Did you pay her by check?

She picked up her last one today, yeah.

Do you have any of the canceled checks?

The name of her bank will be stamped on
the back of the check.

Hi, remember me?

Hello?

I'm back, Kent.

Good, Lauren Kent's here.

What should I talk to you now, Mr.
Malinsky?

Either here and now, Ms. Kent, or on the
witness stand under oath.

Suppose I just disappear.

We'll find you.

And then you can explain to Lieutenant
Brock what you were doing at the

Westbrook mansion impersonating a police
officer.

My name is Lauren Kent.

I'm a PI.

Here's my license.

I've known Alana since I was a kid.

I did a couple of jobs for her and then
she hired me on a permanent basis.

What were you working on?

She had me checking out some of her
employees.

Alana wasn't exactly what you'd call a
trusting person.

Your employer is dead.

Why are you still investigating?

I want to find out who killed him.

You don't think it was her husband?

No. For some inexplicable reason, Arthur
loved her.

Why do you care who it was?

Two reasons.

First, I have this old -fashioned idea
that anyone who commits a murder should

be punished.

Call me crazy.

And second?

If I solve this case, I'll never have to
hustle for another job.

I'll be famous, unlike Mr. Perry Mason.
The jobs will come to me.

Does it work that way, Ken?

Look, Mr. Mason, we both believe that
your client is innocent. Maybe we can

each other.

Have you spoken to Harley Griswold?

Why? Alana was worried about him.

Seems he has a temper.

Seems he's dangerous when he's crossed.

Well, he doesn't look very dangerous.

Mr. Mason.

You of all people ought to know just how
deceiving looks can really be.

That's very true, Ms. Kent.

Isn't that so, Mr.

Malansky?

Mr. Mason.

Mr. Griswold.

You're sitting in my tent.

Yes, I know. Won't you sit down?

Down.

Okay.

Beverly Courtney, this is the famous
Harry Mason who is attempting to pull

old Arthur's back out of the fire.

How is he?

You tell us about Arthur's struggle for
justice.

Must be an uphill battle.

All struggles are uphill.

Dear Arthur has such a charming
personality that I'm afraid most people

quite happy to see him in jail, innocent
or not.

How about you, Mr. Griswold?

Do you think he's innocent or not?

Well, even if he did kill Alana, who'd
blame him, she treated him badly.

Very, very badly.

Everybody knew it. And you?

Did she treat you very badly?

We had our ups and downs.

Oh, Holly, you're being too kind.

Why, the woman was a monster. You should
have heard the way she spoke to him.

I never would have put up with it.

Anything further, Mr. Mason?

Perhaps now is not the time.

Oh, you can say anything you want in
front of Beverly. God knows I always do.

Go ahead, Mr. Mason.

I love a little scandal.

All right.

Is it true you were taking large sums of
money from Alana Westbrook?

Who told you that?

Is it true?

Well, she gave me little gifts from time
to time.

Gifts of cash?

Well, Alana was very generous.

That's how you live, isn't it?

Well, I accept the generosity of some of
my devoted lady friends, yes.

So your falling out with Alana
endangered your livelihood?

I... I think I should probably leave you
two alone after all.

Thank you, Mr. Mason, for your exquisite
sense of discretion.

My sense of discretion was your idea.

Now, you left Alana's birthday party at
about ten o 'clock. Where did you go

then? Home.

Which is where I'm going now.

Good day, Mr. Mason.

Why don't we just say au revoir? I'm
sure we'll be seeing each other again.

What's up?

I think I got us a killer.

I told Harley Griswold that I have a
photo of him sneaking back into the

Westbrook house the night of the party.

I also told him for $10 ,000 I'd sell
him the negative instead of giving the

photo to the police.

You can't do that. That's a black man.

Not really, because there isn't any
photo. But if he thinks there is and he

tries to buy it, we've got our man.

Terry's gonna love this.

Well, it's a good thing we didn't ask
his permission, isn't it?

Tell me something. Are you really as
tough as you act?

Stick around and find out.

Griswold told me that he'd get the money
and he'd meet me at the Grillo Center

parking lot at 10 p .m. tonight.

All he's got to do is show and he's got
it.

Oh, yes.

The original idea for Ingenue was mine.

We met in Switzerland 20 years ago.

I was in research and development.

She in marketing.

for a Swiss cosmetics firm.

We began working on an age -reversing
skin product then.

Did she bring you to America?

Alana was obsessed with this research of
mine.

When she set her company up, she sent
for me, made me her chief chemist.

She'd be the first to tell you that my
contribution to Ingenieux was essential.

Unfortunately, she isn't in a position
to tell us anything.

Unfortunately, no.

Twenty years I've worked on this
project.

And because my notes were destroyed, I
can offer no proof of my contribution or

even reconstruct the formula.

Alana destroyed your notes.

Weren't you worried she might use that
to cut you out of your share of the

profits? Alana was my friend.

She always dealt honorably with me in
the past. I trusted her implicitly.

Even though she had the only copy of
your formula in her bedroom safe?

Knew that's where it was.

She told me herself.

Alana Westbrook trusted me, Mr. Mason,
and I trusted her.

I was probably the only person at the
company she did trust.

What about Lauren Kent, Barbara Fox?

Lauren works part -time.

But are you aware that Barbara Fox and
Alana had a falling out the very

afternoon she took the formula home?

Falling out over what?

Barbara had made some bad investments
and covered them with company funds.

When Alana found out, she threatened
Barbara's career.

If you're looking for a motive, Mr.
Mason, possibly you should talk to

Fox.

Ingenue projects millions in profits,
Dr. Schell.

That's plenty of motive for any number
of people.

You okay?

You recognize this car?

Griswold.

This car's got you.

No, there's the house boys.

Doesn't look like anybody's home.

About to get the name of his mechanic.

With a car like that, he's bound to have
a good one. And after tonight, he's

going to need some repairs.

Or it.

Or it.

Hey, where can you get a ring?

So Griswold tried to kill us. We're
even. You coming?

No, you can't do that. Watch me.

I'm leaving this message to confirm that
I will be meeting your flight when you

arrive here on the 19th as per your fax.

I wish you a safe journey. Goodbye.

I really pride myself on my coffee.

Can I take your coat, please? No, I
won't be staying long.

I take it back.

Pure after my own heart.

So what can I do for you, Mr. Mason?

Tell me about the argument you and Alana
Westbrook had the night of her party.

I wouldn't really call it an argument.

No?

I understood she looked very angry.

Well, an executive assistant either
learns to take his boss's heat or he

another job.

But your relationship went far beyond
work, didn't it?

What do you mean?

My friends have been doing a little
research on your standard of living. The

rent on this apartment alone is more
than your monthly salary.

I have investments.

Mr. Collins.

Both your rent and the lease on your car
have been paid by checks drawn on one

of Alana's private accounts.

So what's your point, Mr. Mason?

That I'm a kept man?

That Alana and I were lovers?

More or less.

Well, you're right.

So what does that prove?

That gives me a motive to want her
alive, not dead.

Yes, she paid for my rent, my car, my
clothes.

But now that she's dead, that's all
over.

Did you know you were extremely well
provided for in her will?

I don't have to answer that question,
Mr. Mason.

You don't have me on the stand yet.

Oh, but I will, Mr. Collins.

I will.

Morning.

Morning, sir.

How can I help you? Looking for a Jaguar
Mark II sedan, early 60s?

Want to buy a classic Jag, do you?

Come to the right place here. Actually,
I'm looking for one in particular. A

dented left front fender, a wing, you'd
call it.

Mind if I take a look through your
service base?

Wouldn't be one of them insurance
blokes, would you? No, I'm an attorney.

working on a murder case.

Name's Malansky.

Son?

So, I can get a court order to look
through your books and your service

Why make things difficult on both of us?

Bloody lawyers.

Come on.

There you are.

Is that what you're looking for?

Yeah, that's it.

Who does it belong to?

Oh, come on, mate. There's a limit.

I've got to respect the confidence of my
customers.

I can understand that.

Mr. Griswold wants to keep this under
wraps, doesn't he?

If you know everything already, why ask
me?

Bloody lawyers.

Mr.

Mason. Barbara Fox.

My secretary told me you were waiting.
I...

I've been expecting a visit from you.
Really? Well, ever since the head of

accounting told me your Della Street was
trying to get a look at the company

books. You had the books sealed, Miss
Fox. I was hoping I could persuade you

change your mind.

I'm sorry.

But the company's financial records are
strictly confidential.

But now that Alana is dead, you must
control the company funds.

That's correct.

Big responsibility.

I can handle it.

For the time being.

Eventually, of course, they'll be in
order.

With the books closed, people could
imagine you might be trying to hide

something. Mr. Mason, the books are in
order.

Ah.

I'm relieved to hear that, Ms. Fox.

This is a subpoena. This is taken and
requires you to be in court tomorrow

morning. It also requires your books to
be there.

Also, das weiß ich.

Herr Mason wird Sie im Sommer, wenn er
in Holland im Hagist, anrufen.

Ja, ja.

Dankeschön, Herr Direktor. Auf
Wiedersehen.

Karl Schlüchner says I need to work on
my accent.

Anyway, Griswold tracked him there
yesterday, saying he was coming into

next week in order to discuss a
significant business proposition

product.

Unfortunately, Griswold wasn't any more
specific than that.

His travel agency said that Griswold
faxed them two days ago, requesting a

-way ticket to Zurich on the 18th.

He contacted both of them by fax? Mm
-hmm.

What's the problem?

Well, I'd feel better if he'd spoken to
them.

Anyone could have sent those faxes.

To implicate Griswold.

Perry, he tried to kill us last night.

That proves he's our man.

Does it?

I show you state exhibit sheet.

Do you recognize this shell case?

Yes, it has my mark on it, and it was
found in the room where Lana Westbrook

killed.

Now, is this casing similar to the ones
used by the defendant for target

shooting? Yes, it was compared to other
bullets found in the defendant's house.

That's an exact match.

Were any fingerprints found on this
casing? Yes, the defendant's.

Lieutenant, do you have an inventory of
what was taken from Mrs. Westbrook's

bedroom safe?

Yes, we do. Several items of jewelry and
an envelope containing a chemical

formula for a cosmetic cream.

But we found the jewelry in a mailbox
down the street from the house.

You mean the jewelry wasn't really
stolen after all?

No, it wasn't.

And did you find the chemical formula,
too?

No, we didn't.

So the only thing that was stolen from
Mrs.

Westbrook's safe was the formula for her
cosmetics cream. That is correct.

Now, let's talk about the broken window
in the living room.

The window was broken, was it not? Yes,
it was.

Lieutenant, when you examined the area
around the broken window, what did you

observe?

I discovered that there was a lot more
broken glass on the windowsill outside

than there was on the floor inside.

Indicating what?

Indicating that the window had been
broken from the inside out.

Meaning that whoever broke the window
was already inside the house.

That is correct, sir.

At the time of the murder, were the
servants still in the house?

No, they had already returned to the
gatehouse where they lived.

So who was in the house?

Mrs. Westbrook and the defendant, Mr.
Westbrook.

Your witness, Counsel.

Defense has no questions, Your Honor.

Witnesses dismissed.

Your Honor, the people call Eric
Corbell.

My God, Perry, why don't you say
something?

Sometimes there's nothing to say.

And what did these arguments between the
defendant and Mrs. Westbrook concern?

Do you recall?

Sometimes they were because he was
jealous of other men, but mostly they

about money.

What about money?

He said that she owed him.

He'd given her a fortune, and now he
wanted his money back.

And what did Mrs. Westbrook say to that?

She'd just laugh.

Tell him he'd get his money over her
dead body.

You're a witness, Counselor.

Defense has no questions.

It's impossible to put a specific dollar
value on it, but conservatively

speaking, I would say that the ingenue
formula could be worth tens of millions

of dollars.

Was the defendant aware of the value of
the formula, Dr. Shaw?

He was at the board meeting when we
first discussed it. I'm certain that he

knew.

Counselor, you're a witness.

Your Honor.

Defense has no questions for the witness
at this time.

In that case, Your Honor, the people
rest.

Very well.

Witnesses dismissed.

Counsel for the defense, you may call
your first witness.

Your Honor, defense calls Harley
Griswold. We ask the court's indulgence

treat Mr. Griswold as a hostile witness.

The court will grant you a certain
leeway, Mr. Mason.

Hmm.

Mr. Griswold, I'd like to direct your
attention to the young lady in the

row of the spectator section.

Have you ever seen her before?

Yes, she came to my house the day before
yesterday.

And at that time, did she offer to sell
you an incriminating photograph linking

you to the murder of Alana Westbrook?

She most certainly did not.

She said she was a reporter from the
National Informer and she wanted to

interview me for a story on cafe society
snobs.

I threw her out.

I can put the young lady on the witness
stand if necessary.

You can do what you want at your trial.
I'm telling you the truth.

What kind of car do you drive?

1961 Jaguar Mark II 3 .8 liter sedan.

British racing green.

Your vintage car was involved in an
attempted vehicular homicide two nights

ago, was it not? If you say so, it must
be true.

The left front fender of your car was
severely damaged, was it not?

Yes, it was.

In fact, that car belonging to you is
that Imperial Motors having that fender

replaced. Is that not true?

Yes, that's quite right.

My Jaguar was stolen from its garage
that evening. I found it the next

parked around the corner with just the
damage you described.

You're telling us someone stole your
car, smashed it up, and then returned

Why would someone do that, sir?

Well, I suppose someone might be trying
to implicate me in some way, to set me

up in the language of the streets.

Why didn't you report the theft?

And the damage to the police or to your
insurance company.

Well, every time I try to make a claim,
they raise the rates. It's cheaper for

me to pay for the repairs myself.

Now, we've heard testimony about the
value of the ingenue formula.

Isn't it a fair assumption that whoever
murdered Mrs.

Westbrook and stole that formula would
be interested in selling it?

Yes, I suppose so. But if you're going
to ask me about that telephone call from

Zurich on my answering machine, I
promise you I know nothing about it.

You have no plans to travel to Zurich to
meet with representatives of the Swiss

cosmetics concern?

No, I don't.

And after Alana's murder, why did you
fax your travel agent and order a one

ticket to Zurich?

I didn't.

Mr. Griswold, this is the fax that your
travel agent received. It indicates that

it came from your home.

I wasn't at home at that time. Somebody
must be trying to impersonate me.

The same someone who stole your car?

Yes.

The same someone who faxed a cosmetics
company in Zurich and asked for an

appointment in order to discuss vital
business concerns?

The same someone who's trying to frame
me, yes.

Do you have an alibi for the night of
the murder?

Or for the night that your car was
involved in that accident?

I was at home.

No, you weren't.

You left Alana Westbrook's birthday
party at 10 o 'clock.

But according to your houseboy, you
didn't arrive home until 2 a .m. Now

four hours. Four!

Where were you during those four hours,
Mr.

Griswold? I'm not on trial here. I don't
have to furnish an alibi.

The witness will answer the question.

Your Honor, this is a very, very
personal matter.

Didn't you kill Alana, Mr. Griswold?

And when Lauren Kent confronted you with
proof of your guilt, didn't you try to

kill her also?

No. Then where were you the night Alana
was killed?

Oh, for heaven's sake, Harley, tell
them.

He was with me.

Order. Order.

Madam, you will be seated and you will
be quiet.

I was with Mrs. Courtney.

Witnesses? Really, Mr. Bexton, there
were no witnesses.

You see, I'm not quite the impotent
eunuch that people like to think.

Dear Mr. Courtney has allowed me to
spend as much time as I want with his

wife under the mistaken impression that
all we do is gossip and have lunch.

Well, thanks to you, my cover's blown.

Pity.

Still, it's rather nice to be out of the
closet.

Mr. Mason.

Mr. Mason.

Your Honor.

Defense requests a short recess.

Court is in recess for 20 minutes.

Hold on.

Orange, set us up.

Finder.

Mr. Collins, is it not true that you and
Alana were lovers?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Overruled.

Yes, we were lovers.

And when her husband found out about us,
he threatened to kill her.

Your Honor, may we mark these
photographs for identification as

defendants next in order.

Yes, they may be marked collectively as
Dependency Exhibit C.

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Collins, you say you were
Alana's lover?

Yes.

Will you identify these photographs,
please, Mr. Collins?

They're pictures of me with a friend of
mine.

A young female friend, and the nature of
the friendship is quite clear.

Now, Alana was given those photographs
on her birthday, was she not?

You argued with her over those
photographs, did you not?

Yes.

She was... upset.

What was she going to do, Mr. Collins?

Nothing. Nothing?

Nothing. To make certain she did
nothing, you got rid of her.

Objection. Defense is badgering his own
witness and attempting to introduce

speculation as to motive when there's
not a shred of evidence linking Mr.

Collins to this crime.

Sustained. Mr. Mason, that is enough.
Now, do you have any more questions for

this witness?

Just one, Your Honor. Mr. Collins, did
you kill Alana Westbrook?

No.

Mr. Mellors?

No further questions, Your Honor.

Witnesses dismissed.

Court is in recess. One hour for lunch.

All right.

why you weren't anxious to hang around
after you stiffed us with griswold get

out of my way no i'm not going anywhere
because you're not going to fix the

trouble miss kent kenny i told you i
don't want to go out with you anymore

i'm going away can't you just accept
that oh that's cute real cute you were

lady now be mature hey you're totally
getting the wrong you okay miss kent

i am now thank you

I want to testify, Perry.

I want to tell them the truth.

Whose truth, Arthur? Yours or the
prosecution's? The truth.

I loved Ivana.

I could never have killed her.

You were never angry at her?

Oh, we had our disagreements, but...
Because she was seeing another man.

Scott Collins never mattered to her. She
left him a small fortune from money you

gave her.

Well, it was her business.

But your money, you must have hated her.
No.

But she betrayed you, made you look like
a fool. Damn it, no.

No, she didn't betray you, or no, you
weren't a fool.

Just shut up. Will you shut up?

Now that's why I won't let you testify.

I'm sorry, Arthur.

I know you didn't enjoy that, but I had
to make you understand.

The prosecution will play on your temper
and make you look like a man out of

control, capable of any crime, the least
of which is murder.

My God, Barry, what are we going to do?

Hey, I thought I told you to take a
hike.

Lauren, glad God caught you.

Listen, I thought you should know your
boyfriend was up in your apartment.

I don't know what he was looking for.

I do. Thanks, Eduardo.

Operator, I need to make another call.
You can get my credit card. The number

I'm calling is 303 -555 -555

-4128.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's me. We got trouble.

I think that Lori Malasky's going to
follow me here.

Here, Porterville.

I don't know. I think he broke into my
apartment, and I'm sure he found

something that's going to lead him down
here.

Well, I'm headed back to the house right
now, but I'm afraid he's going to

follow me there.

Yeah, I can do that.

What road is that?

Yeah, I can do that, too.

I'll make sure he's behind me when I get
there.

Afternoon. Fill her up.

Long way from Denver.

Guess you get a lot of cars pulling in
here running on empty, huh?

A friend of mine was driving up this
way. I was wondering maybe if she filled

here.

Tall, blonde lady. Good looking.

See her?

Guess not.

Take credit cards?

Great.

You got a restroom?

Great.

Why don't you pop the hood and check the
oil?

Look, my name's Malansky. I'm an
attorney working on a murder case, and

lady, Lauren Kent, is a crucial witness.
I need to find her. Now, she was here.

You must have seen her.

A tall, blonde, good -looking lady in a
town like this, she'd be hard to miss.

Really.

All right, I'll tell you what.

You tell me where she is, and I'll make
it worth your while.

20 bucks.

Now, where is she?

20 bucks for the gas and oil.

I ain't seen no woman.

Great.

Anybody ever tell you you talk too much?

20 bucks, I gotta get somewhere.

W .J., watch the shop. I'll be back in a
few minutes.

Set us up!

What is it? Some kind of game to you?

Ken, I can barely hear you. Where are
you?

Porterville. Where's Arthur?

He said he was going home. Why?

Perry, listen.

Lauren Kent was shot and killed this
afternoon.

The Porterville police did a complete
ballistic test on the bullets they

and they were definitely fired from the
same gun that killed Alana Westbrook.

I think Arthur killed them both.

Ken, that just can't be so.

Well, then where is he? It was his gun
and his bullets, and he had a lot to

getting Alana and Lauren out of the way.

Look,

Ken, once I was your lawyer, I believed
in you the way I believe in Arthur.

Now do this for me, Ken.

Ken, are you there?

Yeah.

Alana Westbrook was raised in
Porterville.

Find out where she lived, who remembers
her when she was a child.

Get back to me as soon as Perry Can

can

I called your house until 11.

Where were you? I panicked. I got in the
car and just drove. I must have driven

a couple hundred miles.

Something wrong?

Yes. Lauren Kent is dead.

All rise.

The Denver County Court is now in
session. Judge Eleanor Harrelson

Be seated.

You may call your first witness, Mr.
Mason.

May I have a moment, Your Honor?

Very well.

Lauren's dead?

She was murdered.

We're waiting for more news from Ken.

Where is he? I'm not sure.

What's he doing?

I'm not sure of that either.

Lauren betrayed you, Arthur.

I just hope Ken found something to...

Mr. Mason.

Your Honor, some new evidence has been
found.

I'd like to recall Dr. William Shaw, but
I'd also like to take a short time to

go over this evidence.

Court will be in recess 15 minutes.

Is that short enough, Mr. Mason?

I don't know why you're asking me these
questions. I had no reason to kill

Alana. You and Alana Westbrook developed
the Ingenue formula together, is that

right? To be honest, Alana dealt with
marketing and public relations. I

developed the formula.

We started 20 years ago when we worked
together in Europe.

And Mrs. Westbrook used herself as a
guinea pig for Ingenue under your

is that true?

Yes. How long had she used the formula,
Doctor?

I believe she had used an experimental
version for quite some time.

Dr. Schell, how old was Ilana Westbrook?

I don't know.

Now, I gave you two envelopes. Would you
look into envelope number one, please?

Now, that is the birth certificate Ilana
Westbrook showed to the press to prove

she was 62.

Do you recognize it?

Yes. Now, envelope number two, please.

That is another birth certificate, one
which was found in the house of a woman

named Lauren Kent.

To whom does it belong?

Alana Westbrook.

According to the birth date on that
certificate, how old was Alana Westbrook

when she died?

Forty. How old?

Forty.

And Ingenue never changed her
appearance, did it, Doctor? Her

was always miraculous, wasn't it?

She was very beautiful, yes.

And you... You were in love with her.

Mr. Mason.

Yes. I loved her.

Dr. Schoen, if Alana was only 40 and the
face cream had not changed her

appearance, then the whole thing was a
charade, almost fraudulent.

No, it was not a fraud. The cream just
wasn't ready yet. Alana said that she

could no longer afford to wait for us.
She was deeply in debt.

So Lauren Kent planted that counterfeit
birth certificate and those false

records. It was Lauren's idea and
Alana's.

They said it would take the public years
to realize that ingenue didn't work.

I tried to stop them. You see, Mr.
Mason, the cream really was great.

The formula was almost ready.

Germany, Dr.

Schell. Germany.

Isn't it true your father changed your
family name when he and your mother

out of Germany?

Our name used to be Schellenberg.

Your grandfather, Gustav Schellenberg,
was a renowned marksman. He passed that

skill on to your father, who then taught
it to you, isn't that correct?

As a matter of fact, you were a greater
marksman than Arthur Westbrook.

I was considered by some to be an expert
marksman, yes.

Your Honor, I'm momentarily through with
this witness, but I reserve the right

to recall him.

I now call W .J.

Cronkite to the stand.

Mr. Cronkite, you were the one who
helped Mr. Melansky find his way to

Kent's house that first time. Is that
correct?

Yes. You also helped him find all the
evidence he just brought into court.

Yes, I did that, and I sure hope it
wasn't against the law.

Oh, I think you're in the clear.

Now, Mr. Cronkite, you also overheard a
long -distance telephone call made by

Lauren Kent at the Porterville gas
station. Could you tell us about that?

Well, I don't remember at all, but she
said she was going to make sure

that Malansky followed her up some road
in his car and that

he was going to be right behind her.

When she got there, sure sounded like
something bad was going to happen.

You know who she was calling?

No, I don't know that.

But I remember the number.

Our phone's in terrible shape. It's kind
of old.

And she had to get a hold of the
operator to get her call.

I jotted down the number. I got it right
here.

Your Honor.

I'd like that telephone number
introduced as Defense Exhibit D.

Thank you, Mr. Cronkite. You've been
very helpful.

I now recall Dr.

William Schell.

Dr. Schell.

Defense Exhibit D is a telephone number
called by Lauren Kent from the

Porterville Service Station. Now, that
number, 303 -555 -4128,

is your telephone number, is it not?

Yes. So it had to be you that directed
Lauren Kent to drive up that mountain

road to be followed by Ken Malansky.

Yes.

Only you had the knowledge that they
were on that road. And you are an

marksman, Dr. Shell.

She betrayed you.

Both you and Alana.

You couldn't let her get away with that,
could you?

Is that why you killed her?

She deserved it.

The woman you loved.

Did she deserve to be killed?

We were happy in Switzerland.

I was in love with her. I would have
done anything for her, anything. I

the formula for her.

Ambitious.

She was so ambitious.

She left me, went to the United States
and married him.

I was never the same, Mr. Mason. I was
devastated.

When she called, asked me to be her
chief chemist.

I couldn't say no. I could never say no.
I couldn't say no to being with her.

And then she stole the formula.

I was never to see her again. Can you
imagine?

I would have given her anything.

She didn't need to do that.

I loved her.

I still do.

But you killed her.

Mr. Mason?

Yes, I did.

I killed her.

Your Honor? The people have no objection
to a dismissal of all charges, Your

Honor. So ordered.

Bailiff, place Dr.

Shell under arrest.

Court is adjourned.

Congratulations.

Larry, I loved her so much.

That's probably how things can change.

She wasn't a very good person, was she?

Maybe I'm not much better.

You know, Perry, you can't imagine what
it means to me that you stuck by me.

That's what old friends are for.

Yeah.

Old friends.

Thank you.

This is the fifth one in less than an
hour.

Reminds me of a day in the Columbia with
my grandfather.

Fish were jumping into the boat. You
know, it's a shame Della hasn't caught

anything yet.

Last time she won the tournament, and
today she can't even get a bite.

We're just better fishermen.

Don't you think so, Della?

I think if you'd untie my hands, things
would be different.

Oh, ma 'am, we like things just the way
they are.

Whoa, got another one.

So do I.

When we get back to shore, you're both
doomed.

Doomed. Do you hear me?

Doomed.