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Not about giving up, Joe.

I got you what you wanted.

Yeah.

That's what makes you a good
investigator. I'm going into town.

You live?

No, I don't have time.

Bill, is he expecting you? I'm the last
person who wants to see.

Mackenzie, you can't just bust in here.

They're executing Henry Dashie in 58
minutes. You have an open line to the

prison, Governor?

Save it, Bill. I just told Mr. Moore I
have no reason to pardon his client.

Well, I do. Take a look at that.

Mr. Moore is not here to plead for his
client. He's here to make sure he gets

hung. What the hell are you talking
about, McKay? While you've been

to defend Henry Dashie for murder,
you've been working for the Landex

Development Company, the thieves who've
been trying to steal Navajo land.

Now, wait a damn minute. The jury
convicted Dashie. On the testimony of a

perjured witness who was paid off by Mr.
Moore.

I don't have to listen to that. The hell
you don't. That's a sworn affidavit

from the witness you bribed. How did you
get this affidavit? I sat the man down

and we reasoned together.

He coerced him.

When McKenzie was a prosecutor, he once
made a man confess by threatening to

shoot his dog. Oh, Tom, pick up the
phone. That affidavit's enough to get us

trials. A second for Henry Dashie and a
first for Mr. Moore.

Marjorie, give me the warden.

He wasn't your client. You didn't have
to do this. Well, you know me. I can't

stay out of trouble.

You'll not spread those lies about me,
Mr. Moore.

Well, get me a reputation.

McKenzie.

Oh, Perry, how are you?

Well, what kind of favor?

Oh, Perry, I wouldn't mind stepping in
for you on a case while you're in

Washington, but giving a speech at some
fancy hotel, that's not what I do.

Besides, I got a lot of work around
here. I'm in the same fix as Hercules.

Remember him?

Yeah. Oh, that stud horse you send out
here is working out fine. I got two

coming pretty soon now.

Yeah, I'm much obliged for that research
you sent me.

It saved me a lot of... Okay, Perry, you
can quit twisting my arm. I'll do it.

One night, one speech, and I'm right
back home. Is that it?

All right.

Nice talking to you.

Well, that soothed me.

The majestic beauty of the Santa Monica
Mountains above Malibu, playground of

the stars, and site of the world's
newest luxury hotel, the magnificent

Soon to be a magnet for the
international jet set.

this sybaritic paradise is celebrating
its grand opening with no expense

Those lucky guests who reserve rooms for
this once -in -a -lifetime celebration

can look forward to a fabulous cocktail
party and banquet to be topped off by a

sensational fireworks display.

But those fireworks are going to have to
compete with the dazzling incandescence

of five superstar celebrity guests as
they make the Hotel Norwich their

destination for a special edition of...
Lives of the wealthy and well -known.

And here comes one of them now.

Glamorous Lydia Bishop, once the world's
top female star, until her much

-publicized drug problem led her to a
suicide attempt.

She's here for a relaxing getaway before
starting her comeback movie based on

her own true -life triumph over drugs.

You look fabulous, Lydia.

Here to soak up the California sun are
Their Highnesses Albert, Duke of

Somersfield, eighth in line to the
British throne, and his lovely commoner

Eliza, formerly America's top fashion
model.

Nothing stuffy about these royals, whose
sensational courtship ended in marriage

despite stern opposition from Buckingham
Palace.

And the love light's still burning, I
see.

Hollywood's hottest action adventure
director, Peter Cartwright, doesn't mind

taking a few chances when scouting
locations for his new, soon -to -be hit

movie, Annihilator 4.

Watch out, Peter.

Well, there's a little lady who
certainly knows her way around a

But when it comes to business, Louise
Archer is no slouch around a conference

table either.

When her husband David became ill,
Louise took control of his NBA superstar

Rangers. Since then, she's stunned the
sports world by signing three of the top

players in the league.

Here, she and her expert survey the site
of her recently completed stadium.

With a championship in sight, this
archer is about to score a bullseye. To

of us, it is just a game, but to the
chess world's grandmasters, the rush of

winning a championship on this board is
equal to the elation that follows a

great victory battle.

And with me now is that enfant terrible
turned megastar of the chess world,

Daniel Kingman. Forget it. I'm not going
to do this. Shut it off. Don't talk to

my shit. Shut it off. I don't need this.

Hey,

I'm not doing it.

Hi there.

You got a McKenzie? Here I am right
there.

I am not doing this.

Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

Shut the damn thing up!

Mr. Kingman, here's a message for you.

Thank you.

recognized the King's Gambit opening.

I knew it had to be you, Bill.

Good to see you.

Well, it's... When I came in this
morning, I saw you arguing with that

Lye character.

What was that all about?

Nothing really.

He thought he needed more film. I
thought he had enough.

Well, I was kind of surprised you mixed
up with him. Didn't seem like your kind

of television show.

I'm just getting a little publicity.

Nothing wrong with that.

Trouble already.

My game was rusty.

Oh, right.

You taught me practically everything I
know.

Now, when you first saw me in juvenile
court, what made you give me a

chessboard?

Well, I knew you were smart.

You're always figuring, always angling.

If I do this, then the cops will do
that.

You sounded like a chess player to me.

Besides, I needed someone to play with.

Are you still raising horses?

Appaloosas.

A little hell on the side.

So you're here on vacation?

No, business.

Tomorrow I'm back to the ranch.

Then I'd like to take you to dinner
tonight.

Well, I wish I could, but tonight I
gotta make a speech.

How about breakfast tomorrow?

Breakfast it is.

Well, it's my move.

We all know that most folks in this
country look on lawyers as scoundrels.

Just one cut below thieves.

Why would that be?

Well, maybe it's because we've been
caught.

Not all, but most.

Judging the merit of our cases by the
fees we can get instead of what's right

and wrong.

Looking for loopholes instead of
justice.

The men who wrote our Constitution put
their lives on the line to do it. Not to

create a piece of paper, but a way of
life which guarantees freedom and

for all.

But without respect for the law, there
is no freedom.

Countries without respect for the law
can and do drag their citizens out in

night and shoot them.

If we lawyers are so busy money
-grabbing that we forget our

first duty is to uphold the law, then
we're the ones who ought to be drug out

and shot.

Thank you for listening. Good night.

Now I know why they call you Wild Bill
McKenzie.

Bill, you were as charming as ever.

Oh, go on. I'm mean and cranky, and you
know it, Della.

Hey. Let's go out and see the fireworks.
What do you say?

Wonderful, wonderful.

Well, I don't see Daniel, and I don't
see Adrian Lye.

Wow,

you wouldn't think Adrian would miss the
fireworks, would you?

Can I get you anything else, sir?

Not at the moment. I'll call room
service if I want something.

Excellent. Very good, sir.

Really lousy view from there, huh?

Uh, yeah.

Who are you, sir?

Hotel security.

Hired for the weekend.

Oh.

You the only one here?

Yeah.

Other ones are out there watching the
fireworks.

You want to join them?

I can watch things for you.

No, I couldn't.

I'm supposed to stay here.

You bring your buddies this.

I don't think anybody'd care.

You mean that?

All the guests are out there watching
the show. Go ahead.

I'll come get you if anybody calls.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Mr. Lai would like to meet with you
privately at 10 o 'clock.

This is the last time.

Who is it?

Room service.

I didn't order anything.

Compliments to the management, sir.

All right, just put it over there.

Hey.

Hey, aren't you that guy on television?

The one with, uh... The one with all the
celebrities?

Could I, you know, like, get a... Get an
autographed photo?

How'd you guess?

A .S .P.

I'll be right back.

So how do I make it out?

Teresa would be fine.

Thank you very much, Mr. Lye. My
pleasure.

Enjoy the rest of your stay.

Thank you.

Excuse me, who's Adrian Lye?

That one, sir.

Who is it now?

Daniel Kingman.

My, my. What do I owe this honor?

You want to talk or not?

Champagne?

No, alcohol builds the senses.

The very point, isn't it?

Well, if you want to get right down to
business, so be it.

I was just watching some tape that I
think that you'll find very interesting.

Take a seat, Daniel.

I prefer to stand.

I think you're going to want to sit.

You're wrong.

I hope you rot in hell, Lye.

If anyone else comes calling, I've
turned in.

Very good, sir.

Mr. Lye?

Mr. Lye?

Mr. Lye, are you all right?

That's a check.

What's eating you, Daniel?

Huh? What's wrong?

I'd rather not say.

Oh, look, Bill, I am sorry.

I'm just not myself this morning.

Well, let's take a walk, get our heads
clear.

I don't think so, gentlemen.

Lieutenant Brock, police.

You're Walt Bill McKenzie.

Yeah, that's right.

Is there a problem, Lieutenant?

Oh, I'd say so. Adrian Lye was found
dead at his hotel suite last night.

Adrian is dead?

Adrian dead.

And again last night, you were seen
arguing with him.

Yeah, I argued with him. So what?

Well, let me tell you what concerns me.

Preliminary autopsy report indicates
that he had been poisoned.

According to the hotel butler, you were
the last one seen with him.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I didn't do anything.

Lieutenant, if you got a point, I sure
wish you'd make it.

I think Mr.

Kingman took the opportunity to poison
his champagne.

Oh, poison?

Where would I get poison?

Where you got it from is not important.
Where we found it is.

We conducted a search of your room.

And don't worry, Counsel, we obtained a
warrant.

Hidden inside of a chest case was a half
-empty vial of some sort of a liquid.

Now, Counsel, would you care to see the
lab report on that? Mike, be good enough

to show it to him?

Monocaine. An overdose of which,
according to the coroner, was enough to

Adrian Lye's death.

Mr. Kingman, I'm placing you under
arrest for the murder of Adrian Lye.

I just spoke to Perry.

It's to use the office.

I'll be glad to help any way I can.

We both will.

Well, you're both very generous.

And I thank you. I've known Daniel
Kingman a long time.

If he says that he's innocent, then I
believe him.

But I'm sure going to need your help.

Morning, morning, morning.

Oh, you done with the crime scene,
Lieutenant?

She's all yours. I got everything I need
for a conviction.

Got the poison.

An eyewitness who states that no one
else entered the room between the time

bought the caviar and Mr. Kingman's
arrival.

And who sent the champagne?

The champagne was complimentary from the
hotel, selected at random by the

waiter.

Have a nice day.

Well, let you and me get going.

We'll see you, Della.

Listen, if you need me, I'll be at the
office, okay? Okay, yeah.

If I can.

Say, listen, tell me something.

Do people out here mean that when they
say have a nice day?

Gives me the shudders.

Whoever that was, it looked like he was
wearing a waiter's jacket.

Wonder if he had time to find what he
was looking for.

Maybe it's in one of these video
cassettes.

Could be.

Well, look here.

Here's one with the initials DK on it.

Daniel Kingman.

Lieutenant Brock was so sure of himself,
he might have meant something.

This guy sounds like he's speaking
Polish.

Could be about Daniel.

You suppose Della'd have time to go
through these tapes?

Maybe find a translator to help her?

Della can do anything.

What's in there?

A lot of papers to go through.

I'll have to tell her to see if she can
copy these.

We've either struck fool's gold or the
mother load.

Thank you.

Daniel?

Time for a little truth -telling,
Daniel.

Why did you agree to go on Adrian Lye's
television show?

You blackmailed me, Bill.

How? The ratings were down. They were
canceling the show.

Why didn't you call me? I would have
helped you. And I wish I had.

Yeah.

Well, that's past.

What do you have on you?

Spit it out, Daniel, or I can't do
anything for you. What can I tell you,

The truth.

You rigged your last match with the
Polish champion, Raposinski, didn't you?

Huh?

I know this is hard for you, son, but
you have to trust me.

And I was under incredible pressure.
There's millions of dollars at stake, my

whole reputation.

My asthma attacks got worse.

They were much closer together and much
more severe.

I couldn't concentrate for a game, let
alone the three weeks it would take to

play the match. I told Robinson Scott
we're sick, but he insisted because he

heavily in debt, desperate for cash.

So, you paid him to lose, and then he
turned around and sold the story to

Lai. What did Lai want from you?

He wanted to be my promoter, get a piece
of everything I earned.

Oh, boy.

You screwed up, Bill.

Yeah. Well, I won't say I'm not
disappointed, Daniel, but I don't

killed anybody, and I'll do my best to
prove you innocent.

So buck up stout.

Don't give up.

You found anything on the tapes yet?

It's slow going.

Did you hear from Ken?

No, he's still at the hotel.

So, if Adrian Lye was blackmailing
Daniel, it might be he was blackmailing

his other guests, too.

Now, except for Daniel, all of them were
out on the veranda with us watching the

fireworks. So, so, if one of them...

But behind Lye's death, he or she had to
hire somebody

to do the dirty work. I suspect that
person is the same one who broke into

room.

Night to Queen Four.

I learned it from my father.

Oh.

When did you learn?

During the Korean War.

From an ex -KGB agent.

She could cook, too.

He was hired temporarily for the
opening.

Mr. Dugan?

Mr. Dugan?

He's gone.

He was only hired for the weekend.

I guess he left early.

Mind if I take a look around?

Not at all. Thanks.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Take off your clothes.

Excuse me.

Trust me.

I don't do this with just any guy.

It's all right to... I'm a lawyer.

Hello, Perry Mason's office.

Ken, where have you been?

You don't want to know.

Listen, Della, I need a trace on a John
Dugan. Try Central Costume Supplies. He

rented or bought a wig from there. They
should have an address on them.

That's right.

Thanks, Della. I'll be in touch.

It's your turn to slip into something
less comfortable.

Dugan doesn't leave much around, does
he?

You're wasting your time.

How would you know?

Okay.

What's it gonna be?

Are you going to tell me what you're up
to, or do I call my friend Lieutenant

Brock, who'd love to charge you with
breaking and entering?

Why not assault with a deadly weapon?

Why not tell me who you are?

Laurel Crown.

Yeah, that wasn't so hard, was it?

Now let's go for the big money.

What do you want with John Dugan?

Plenty. He's my ex -husband.

To Sharon Stewart.

Thank you.

Mr. Bishop?

Yeah, I'll sign anything.

Absolutely.

Well, now, this is worth something much
obliged.

I'm Bill McKenzie, Daniel Kingman's
lawyer. I called you earlier about

Lye. Can we speak privately?

Uh, now, Mr. McKenzie?

Well, I don't like being intrusive, but
we do have to talk sometime.

Here or in court.

Well, you're busy. I'll see you.

No, wait just a moment, please.

I'll be back in ten minutes.

Excuse me, everyone. I'll be right back.
I promise.

Let's go over here. Thank you. So I was
surprised you'd agreed to do the Adrian

Lai show.

I'm starting a new movie. I need the
publicity.

I'd think he needed you more.

I mean, if he was worried about his show
being canceled.

Yes, well, he was canceled, wasn't he?
The hard way.

Yep, but not before he blackmailed some
pretty famous people into going on his

show.

Did he have something on you, Miss
Bishop?

Absolutely nothing. Mr. McKenzie,
haven't you heard?

Because of my triumph over my problem,
I'm an absolute inspiration to drug

addicts all over the world.

This movie, this your own true story?

Oh, yeah, yeah. The degradation,
despair, recovery, resurrection.

It's positively biblical.

Well, it sounds like a wonderful story,
ma 'am. Is the recovery part true?

How dare you?

I remember you said that just that way
in a movie called Dangerous Female.

Wonderful movie.

And you're a wonderful actress.

Do you ever stop acting?

What is this? Why are you trying to
insult me?

I'm sorry.

But I've got to get to the truth about
Adrian Lai, how he pried in people's

lives and threatened them.

Look, let's just suppose that he went to
this hospital where you say you were

cured of your drug addiction.

Let's say that he found a nurse there
who said that you weren't cured at all,

that in fact you'd left this hospital
halfway through treatment because you

couldn't stay away from drugs.

Now, if this was true, he'd have your
secret, wouldn't he?

That nurse lied.

I don't take drugs.

Would you mind taking off your
sunglasses, ma 'am?

Your pupils are dilated, Miss Bishop.

Nurse told the truth.

All right, all right. So Adrian found
out about me.

He pressured me into doing his show. But
so what?

What is a weekend out of my life?

Well, that wouldn't be the end of it.
Next, he'd want to be your manager for

life, wouldn't he? Are you trying to say
that I killed Adrian Lye?

I was in public all evening.

You saw me. Yes, I did. I saw you.
But...

Whoever planned this homicide could have
hired a professional to do the killing.

A professional?

This conversation is over.

I'm sorry, ma 'am.

I thank you for your autograph, but you
better keep this.

It's a subpoena.

I'll see you later, ma 'am.

So you're after Dugan for back alimony?

You bet.

Should I go to the police?

Sure. And they told me they don't have
the resources to track down deadbeat

husbands. Can I please take down my arms
now?

Yeah.

How long were you two married?

Five years.

260 weeks worth of lies about what he
did, what he made, who he slept with.

He walked out on me two years ago with
all our savings. Now the court awarded

alimony, but I have to find him first.

And I will.

And I'll collect, no matter what it
takes.

I believe you.

Look, Laurel, you've done all the
legwork.

Why not let the police take it from
here?

Not a bad idea.

Thanks.

Well, you won't be needing this.

I'll call you when we find him.

Well, how can I thank you for helping
me?

Give me a chance. I'll think of
something.

Cut, cut, cut!

We're late again.

Back to number one, guys.

Boy, the Almighty couldn't make a better
entrance.

Well, he probably could if he had my
special effects team. How are you?

Well, I'm scared.

How about a little cameo in my film, Mr.
McKenzie, huh?

The face has great character.

Oh, it's been used a long time. I
wouldn't know what to do in a movie.

Come on now. Wild Bill McKenzie? Man who
walked into a bank with a live grenade

and then walked out with the hostages.

That's what I call performance.

That story's got a little fuzz on it.

Directing a movie must take a whole lot
of planning.

Yeah, it's like a war.

Each shot is a battle.

Things ever go wrong?

It's my job to see they don't.

You know...

It seems strange to me that with all
this going on, you'd take time out for

Adrian Lai television show.

Well, Adrian was an early supporter of
mine. I'm just returning the favor.

You're sure he wasn't twisting your arm?

That sounds like the plot for a story,
Mr. McKenzie.

Well, their story is true.

Wasn't an actor killed on your last
film?

That actor's death was an accident.

Yes, that's what you said at the
investigation.

And your stunt coordinator backed you
up, didn't he?

He was simply telling the truth.

Well, that's why I'm confused. Because,
you see, I found a videotape in Adrian

Lye's room. And on it, your stunt
coordinator is telling Mr. Lye that you

him to back up your story.

That, in fact, you ordered him to ignore
safety precautions during a stunt on

that film because you were in a hurry.

And the actor was killed.

He's lying.

Which way?

For you or against you?

Adrian Lye didn't have anything on me.

Well, then why in the world would your
production company make a series of

payments to him over the last two years?

How would you know anything about that?
I've seen his bank statements.

Either you lost a poker bet to the man
or he was blackmailing you.

Back to the chase here, Mr. McKenzie,
okay?

I didn't murder Adrian Lye.

Excuse me now.

I've got a movie I have to finish.

Beam me up, Scotty.

What's this?

Another plot twist?

No. A subpoena.

Real life is hard to direct, Mr.
Cartwright.

Can I have beer, please?

How'd you know he was here?

I found a couple of bar receipts in his
apartment.

And of course you didn't tell me.

Why go to all this trouble over a
deadbeat ex -husband? I told you, he

Well, you could have gotten us killed.
Well, now you're taking it personally.

Oh.

Wait a second.

I guess I owe you bail money.

I should have gotten out of there before
the bouncer had a chance to grab me. We

were trying to protect the lady.

What happened, anyway?

I almost had my hands on John Dugan.
There is no John Dugan. The FBI file

up empty.

So, Mr.

Crown is our only link to him.

She makes a career out of lying to me.

Well, maybe you ought to let her cool
her heels in a cell overnight, give you

chance to check on her. Yeah.

Here, put this on.

Is this yours?

No, mine's home. This is a rental.

Don't tell me you've never ridden on the
back of a Harley.

Not yet.

Well, it's a really nice day. I think
maybe I'll walk.

It's a whole lot more fun than a bar
fight.

I kept up my end of the deal, didn't I?

No, I don't want to hear your problems.
I got this lawyer chasing me.

No, you listen.

What's his name? Where can I find him?

Mackenzie.

I don't care how famous he is. Nobody
breathes down my neck.

You don't seem surprised to see me.

Well, I had a feeling we'd meet again.

You need a lawyer, I'm a lawyer.

Why don't you tell me the truth so I can
get you out of this mess?

I've told you the truth.

Enjoy the accommodations.

Wait.

Can you really get me out of here?

If you give me a reason.

I was never married to Dugan.

And he doesn't owe me any money.

In fact, his name's not Dugan. It's
Martine.

John Martine.

He's a professional hitman.

Figured.

How do you know?

He killed my father.

Alex Crown, the newspaper publisher from
Ohio.

Why did you ask if you already knew?

If you tell me the truth this time?

What else do you know?

Your father died after doing a series of
exposés on corruption in the

construction business.

Rumor was he named too many names.

You know what it's like to get a call
telling you that your father's been

dredged up from the bottom of a river.

And then that's it.

No rest.

No follow -through.

Unsolved. So you decided to track down
the killer yourself?

I've spent my last dime paying private
detectives to find out who did the hit

and then find Martine.

And the last detective you hired tipped
you off that he'd be at the Norwich?

Mm -hmm.

I'll get you out of here on one
condition.

You promise to back off and let me find
him.

Deal? Yeah.

You know, we might actually make some
money on this deal if we can survive the

legal fees.

I want you to call Mr. Butler.

Tell him I want to set up a conference
call for Monday.

Yeah. I'll try to be back at the office
at three.

Maybe.

Mr. McKenzie?

Well, yes, ma 'am.

Well, I appreciate your squeezing me
into your schedule.

Not at all. I believe you did some work
for my husband once.

Uh, yeah, a small matter years ago.

I was very sorry to hear about his
illness.

Well, it's been almost three years since
David Stroke. You wouldn't recognize

him now. In spite of the best medical
care, his condition has steadily

deteriorated. Well, that must be very
hard on you.

It's true what they say, Mr. McKenzie.
You can buy anything in the world except

good health.

So now you're taking over his basketball
franchise.

David's idea.

I love basketball. I'm the team.

And running it.

Well, I hear you're good at it.

One hell of a negotiator.

Good try, Mr. McKenzie.

Too bad you couldn't negotiate with
Adrian Lye.

Adrian? Ha!

What does he have that I would possibly
want?

Those deal memos you had somebody steal
out of your office.

Well, you must be mistaken, Mr.
McKenzie.

I'm not missing any deal memos.

Well, these deal memos that you say
aren't missing would have given Adrian

all he needed to blackmail you, ma 'am.

Standard player deal?

No, no, no. Those under -the -table
deals you made with star basketball

for salaries and perks way beyond what a
league allows.

I think it cost you huge fines,
suspension, maybe even the loss of your

he exposed you.

Am I getting warm here?

How do you like basketball, Mr.
McKenzie?

Would you like to be involved with our
basketball team?

Are you tempting me, ma 'am? Give me
that envelope.

Oh, no, I don't think I should do that.

I can make it worth your while. Oh, I'll
bet you could.

I'll bet that's what you said to Adrian
Lye when you tried to buy back these

deal memos from him.

But he wouldn't sell them, would he?

Boy, that must have made you hopping
mad.

I'm glad Adrian Lye is dead.

But I am not the kind of person... Who
would kill somebody?

Well, I surely hope not, ma 'am.

You might as well have this.

This is a subpoena.

You're a liar, Mr. McKenzie.

Did I say the deal memos were in there?

I'll see you in court, ma 'am.

Look, Ken, I owe you a favor.

The private eye who told me where
Martine was tracked him to his cousin

lives here.

He owns a body shop.

I didn't know whether I was going to
tell you or not, but, hey, I'm a sucker

an honest face.

Maybe you have better luck than I do.

Thanks.

I'll be in touch.

Good morning.

Beautiful day.

Brandy and soda?

For God's sake, no, I... Oh, I'm sorry,
I'm not a waiter.

I'm Bill McKenzie. I'm representing
Daniel Kingman in the Adrian Lime murder

case.

I doubt to talk to lawyers.

Oh, don't be a bore, Albert.

Sit down, Mr. McKenzie.

Much obliged.

I read about you in Paris, Mr. McKenzie.

You did it, didn't you?

I might have. What did I do? You killed
a man in self -defense.

And there was a woman involved.

An heiress.

Or was she a trapeze artist?

Little of both, as I remember.

Liza, that is enough.

I'm sorry that Mr. Kingman killed Adrian
Lye. But since we don't know Mr.

Kingman and barely knew Lye, we can't
help you.

Well, may I ask why you agreed to go on
this television show?

A lark. A whimsy.

Surely you know that we, European
royalty, are so bored with our lives and

ourselves. We'll do almost anything to
break the monotony. Well, no, sir, I

didn't know that. See, I live on a ranch
out in Utah. We don't hear much about

royalty out there. About the only blue
blood I've ever been close to besides

folks.

There's a bull named Charlie Joe and I
had to pay through the nose for him Mr.

McKenzie, what is your point?

Well, my point is I didn't know anything
about you folks. So I had to do some

research Now I have to say it you
royalty really do get

around oh I hate this picture makes me
look so fat And

he had an investigative report, which I
found in his room. It shows that you are

deeply in debt to casinos all over
Europe.

It has dates here, copies of your
markers, amounts, and more. He had a

videotape that showed your wife, well,
let's say carrying on with

a man who definitely isn't you.

He knows.

Eliza.

Adrian and I knew that your family
threatened to cut you off financially if

there's any more scandal.

What made blackmailing you, sir?

You're asking me if I killed him.

We don't murder people, Mr. McKenzie. We
cut them dead, virtually.

And they kill themselves.

Maybe Mr. Lye didn't want to kill
himself, not be in royalty.

He didn't play by your rules. Maybe you
had to stop him.

Now. I'm just going to give you one more
piece of reading matter. It's a

subpoena.

Ma 'am, I'll see you folks later.

I want you out of sight.

Immediately. Go visit your mother in
Omaha.

Thanks, Stella.

I'm just pulling into the parking
garage. I'll be up in a second.

I got a message for your friend,
Mackenzie.

Sure, I want to hear it.

Like that.

I have a message for Mackenzie.

Then deliver it personally.

Back off!

Look up there.

Those elevator doors are going to open
and a couple of security guards are

to come out with their guns drawn.

Security doesn't know we're here.

You're bluffing.

Want to bet?

Later, McKenzie.

You okay?

I will be.

Idiot. No guards.

She called your bluff.

Bluff? Who's bluffing? Those security
guards are supposed to be on this

elevator.

Boy,

that was close.

Lieutenant Brock, I have here People's
Exhibit No.

7, and I'd like to ask you if you can
identify it for us, please.

That is a champagne glass which was
located a few inches away from the

decedent's right hand. I recognize it
because of the crack and stem right

there. Right. Thank you very much.

Now I show you People's Exhibit 8 and
ask if you can identify it.

That is a champagne bottle which was
found on the floor in the decedent's

I recognize it because it has my mark on
it.

Thank you. Was the bottle open?

It was.

And was it empty?

No, it had some liquid in it.

Did you secure the bottle and send the
contents to the lab for analysis? Yes, I

did. Thank you, Lieutenant.

One more to go.

Last, I show you People's Exhibit 9 and
ask once more if you can identify it.

That is a pharmaceutical vial which was
found in the defendant's possession.

Where in the defendant's room did you
find this vial? I found it hidden under

piece of felt in a chess case.

Was there anything in the vial when you
found it? Well, indeed there was. It was

half full of a clear liquid which we
sent to the lab to be analyzed.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

Mr. McKenzie?

Uh, no questions at this time, Your
Honor.

We ran standard lab tests on the glass,
the bottle, and the vial found in the

defendant's hotel room.

All three were positive for the chemical
known as monocaine.

Now, Dr. Lee, monocaine is generally
used for what purpose?

Monocaine is a new medication used in
small doses for treating asthma attacks.

And in larger doses?

In larger doses, it's extremely toxic to
human beings, capable of causing death

within ten minutes or less, depending on
the dose and the individual.

How much monocaine was found in Mr.
Lai's body?

In layman's terms?

Mm -hmm.

Enough to kill an elephant.

Now, Mr. Finnegan, in your statement to
the police, you indicated that the

defendant, Mr. Kingman, entered Mr.

Lye's room at about 9 o 'clock.

What time did he leave? It couldn't have
been any more than 15 minutes later.

Uh -huh. Did anybody else enter the room
before or after the defendant?

No, sir.

When the defendant left, did you notice
anything unusual about his emotional

state? Oh, yes. He was very upset.

He told Mr. Lye that he hoped he'd rot
in... You know.

No, I don't, sir.

We don't know anything unless you tell
us.

His exact words, please, if you can
recall.

He said, I hope you rot in hell.

Thank you.

Your witness?

No questions at this time, but I reserve
the right to recall this witness. The

witness is excused. Your Honor, the
prosecution rests.

Is the defense ready?

We are, Your Honor.

We'll take a brief recess. The court
will reconvene in 30 minutes.

You're the owner? My name is Ringwald.
Can I help you?

Depends on whether or not you believe
the customer is always right.

Depends on who the customer is.

What's the problem?

That lady ran into me.

Fender bender.

I need an estimate on the damages.

I

don't

see any damage.

Well, look again. A couple thousand
bucks, we both come out ahead.

Frame's bent. 2 ,200.

Can I write that up?

I tell you, the way people drive these
days, you need eyes in the back of your

head. Yep.

Here it is.

Oh.

Something wrong?

Well, this is a false estimate.

This is illegal.

Who the hell are you? My name's
Malansky. I'm looking for John Martine.

I don't know anyone named Martine.

You can go to jail for this.

Okay,

okay.

This is an address where Martine's at
sometimes.

The best I can do.

Thanks. We'll keep this our little
secret.

Jelly, it's Ken.

Listen, I got something for you.

A few minutes ago, you stated that you
were on duty the whole evening. Am I

right, Mr. Finnegan? The hotel provides
special butler service for the guests in

the luxury suites. And you're dead
certain that the only person to show up

outside Adrian Lye's room that night
before the murder was the defendant, Mr.

Kingman?

Absolutely.

Except for the waiter who brought up the
champagne.

Well... Yes.

Well, isn't that interesting?

I suppose that when the police took your
statement, you assumed that visitors to

the room did not include anyone on the
hotel staff.

That's right.

Well, then we've all learned an
important lesson here. Never assume.

What time did this waiter go to Mr.
Lye's room?

A few minutes before Mr. Kingman
arrived.

What did he look like?

He was a tall man.

That's all I remember.

Thank you for your help, Mr. Finnegan.

No more questions.

Mr. Johnson?

No questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Rodriguez, weren't you supposed to
be Adrian Lye's room service waiter the

night he was killed?

I was assigned to the whole floor. Will
you tell us what happened that night at

approximately 8 .45?

I was on duty, but it was quiet because
the fireworks had started, and

almost all of the guests were outside
watching. And then this man came in with

bottle of wine, and he sort of convinced
me to take the bottle and watch the

fireworks with my friends.

This smooth talker convinced you it was
okay to leave your post.

Yeah. Did you select a complimentary
bottle of champagne for Mr. Lye? No, no,

didn't. Did you ever get up to Mr. Lye's
room that night? No, no, I didn't, no.

This man who persuaded you to leave your
post, how big a man was he?

He was big, yeah.

He was a tall man.

Well, thank you, Mr. Rodriguez.

No further questions.

Your Honor, the state requests about an
hour's recess. A new witness has come

forward, and it may be necessary for the
people to reopen their case in chief.

The man's name is Dr.

Gregory Estes.

Very well. The court will recess for one
hour.

Watch out.

I'll let you know when I know.

Bill.

Excuse me.

It's from Candace's station.

Okay.

You check up on Estes, right?

Right, right.

You alive?

I think so.

Della said you might be messing around
in here.

You're quite a cat.

Mr. Johnson, Mr. McKenzie, would you
approach the bench, please?

Mr.

Johnson, what's going on here?

Well, Your Honor, I had no idea that
this witness, Dr. Estes, was going to

appear before he did.

Well, I see no reason to admit this
witness.

Mr. McKenzie? Well, the man comes
forward.

Maybe we ought to hear what he has to
say.

You have no objection?

Oh, I suppose I should say the defense
only cares that justice be served, but

the plain fact is I'm curious.

Call your witness.

You surprised me.

Why? I like a good story as well as the
next man.

I bet we're going to get one.

Take your time, Counselor. I'll just sit
over here and watch.

Dr. Estes, would you mind telling the
court why you've decided to step forward

at this time?

I had to. I have personal knowledge of
the defendant that I feel might be

important. Well, why didn't you come
forward sooner?

Well, for the past week, I've been on a
fishing trip in Idaho. When I got back,

I read an account of the murder and
immediately contacted your office.

Can you tell us why? The newspaper said
that the victim was poisoned with

monocaine.

I prescribed monocaine for Daniel
Kingman. That's not true. I have never

him before.

Mr. McKenzie?

Don't embarrass yourself.

My client apologizes, Your Honor. I'm
telling you, Bill, I have never... I

simmer down.

Uh, my apologies, sir.

So, Dr. Estes, are you the defendant's
physician?

No. But about two weeks ago, I was
having dinner at the Morris Hotel where

Kingman was a guest.

I was sitting at a table next to his
when he was suffering an asthma attack.

Did he ask you for assistance?

No, he didn't know I'm a doctor.

But I saw he was having difficulty
breathing, so I approached him and

help.

Doctor.

What qualifies you to treat asthma?

For the past 20 years, I've had a
medical practice in Los Angeles.

I'm a graduate of Yale Medical School
and a past president of the Pacific

Western Medical Association and a fellow
of the National Board of Allergists.

I could go on.

That's enough, Doctor.

Continue, Mr. Johnson.

Thank you, Your Honor.

So, Dr. Estes, did Mr. Kingman accept
your offer of help?

Oh, yes, yes.

I helped him to his room, and then I
went to my room and returned with a

medication. What kind of medication was
it?

Monocaine, which I injected into his
right arm.

And what happened after you injected
him? Well, within ten minutes, the

subsided. Mr. Kingman thanked me and
inquired about a medication.

What kind of inquiry was it? Mr. Kingman
explained he was a stranger in Los

Angeles, he didn't know any doctors, and
was...

suffering from severe asthma.

So he asked me to give him more
monocaine, and foolishly I did.

Are you saying that you injected Mr.
Kingman with more monocaine? Oh, no, no,

no.

I gave him extra monocaine to use for
future attacks.

How much monocaine did you give him?

All the samples I had with me, 10 or 12
doses.

10 or 12 doses? Now, would that many
doses be enough to have killed Adrian

Objection, Your Honor.

There is no foundation for this. It
assumes facts not in evidence and calls

speculation.

Objections stand on those grounds.

That's fine. I'll rephrase it.

Would a dozen doses of monocaine be
considered toxic?

At death concentration, even less.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh, one more question.

These samples you gave Mr. Kingman, were
they capsules or tablets?

They were injectable liquid.

Thank you, Doctor Esty. I have no more
questions, Your Honor.

Mr. McKenzie, do you want a recess to
prepare?

Mr. McKenzie?

Ready, Your Honor.

Dr.

Estes, I'd like to ask you some
questions about monocaine, if that's all

with you.

That's fine. Go ahead.

Now, from your testimony, it sounds like
this monocaine is a pretty rare

medication. Not something most doctors
prescribe, like take two aspirin and

me in the morning. Am I right about
that?

Absolutely. Good.

Would you prescribe monocaine for every
patient with asthma?

Most, but not all.

Not all.

That's interesting.

If asthma is a life -threatening disease
and monocaine works...

Why wouldn't you prescribe it for
everybody?

Objection. What's the relevance, Your
Honor? We're not here to discuss the

treatment of asthma.

Your Honor, if you'll give me a minute,
I think you'll see the relevance.

Overruled, but let's get on with it, Mr.
McKenzie. Thank you, Your Honor. Dr.

Estes, why wouldn't you prescribe
monocaine for every patient with asthma?

Occasionally, in unusual cases,
monocaine can give side effects.

What would be the symptoms of these side
effects?

Certain allergic reactions.

High pulse rate.

Flushed skin, hives.

Difficulty with breathing.

Well, thank you, doctor.

Oh, uh... One more question.

Are you familiar with anyone else in
this courtroom?

No, I'm not.

Well, take your time, Dr. Estes.

Any familiar faces?

I don't know anyone.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

No more questions.

The witness is excused.

Mr. McKenzie?

I called Daniel Kingman to the stand.

Now tell us, Daniel.

Have you ever met Dr. Estes before?

I swear I've never seen him outside this
courtroom.

Did Dr. Estes ever give you any form of
monocaine?

Never. But you do suffer from asthma,
don't you? Yes, since childhood.

Will you roll up your left sleeve,
please?

Your Honor, this syringe...

will contain the medically approved
dosage of monocaine, the same dosage

Dr. Estes says he injected into Mr.
Kingman the night he claims to have met

in the hotel.

I would like to request Dr.

Estes to inject Mr. Kingman with the
monocaine now.

Objection! Your Honor, defense must be
joking. No, I'm dead serious.

The prosecution is basing its case on
Dr. Estes' testimony. My client has

demanded this demonstration, and I feel
obliged to comply.

Objection of the rule.

Dr. Estes, please.

Dr. Estes, would you please administer
the medication?

Is this precisely how you injected Mr.

Kingman at the hotel?

Yes, it is.

How quickly does the monocaine take
effect?

Almost immediately.

Mr. Kingman is now, at his own request,
suffering a severe allergic reaction to

monocaine.

Dr. Estes, this is diloxin, which I
believe is the clinically correct anti

-allergen for monocaine.

You okay, Daniel?

Good man.

Demonstration's over.

No further questions.

Prosecution has no questions at this
time.

Well, then the court is adjourned until
tomorrow morning at 9 a .m.

Nice going, Daniel.

You hung Dr. Estes out to dry.

Another long day.

Oh, yes.

You ready for dinner?

Uh, no, no. I think I'll go back to the
warehouse. Maybe Martine left something

behind.

You be careful, Bill. Yeah, I will.
Look, if you need me tonight, I'll be

at this number.

All right? All right.

Here. Thank you.

So I'll see you in the morning.

Fine.

Martin.

I've been waiting for you.

In a hurry to die.

No.

And you shouldn't be either.

You don't want to do that. The police
SWAT team has got this place surrounded

now.

Sure. Just listen a minute.

You're no good to me dead, Martin.

You can identify the person who hired
you to kill Adrian Lye.

You're dreaming, McKenzie.

You get my testimony.

I get the gas chamber.

Oh, it's a long way to the gas chamber.

At least you'll walk out of here alive.

It's time.

I'm not fooling, McKenzie.

You gonna bet your life?

Give it up, Martin!

I want to go.

Fool for the lift.

Counselor, counselor, counselor. I had
to have been out of my cotton -picking

mind to let you go chasing after this
guy alone.

Who said I'm alone?

This is everything Martine had on him.

Whatever happened to Laurel Crown?

I don't know.

I haven't seen her.

Pretty girl.

Yeah, she is.

Yeah.

Doesn't look like Martine left us much
to go on, huh? No, he sure didn't.

With you back in court tomorrow morning,
if we don't get ourselves a break,

Daniel is going to be in a bad way.

Now, take a look at that.

What do you make of it?

Well, I'm not sure.

I think we ought to find out more about
these little ladies.

Mrs. Archer, may I ask you why you took
over running the basketball team owned

by your husband?

My husband suffered a stroke, and ever
since then he's been incapacitated.

So you not only run the basketball team,
but you also look after a sick husband?

Yes, I do.

Can't be easy.

Were you with your husband when he
suffered the stroke?

Objection.

Your Honor, I don't see the relevance.

Your Honor, if you'll give me a minute,
we'll get there.

I suspect you'll take more than a
minute, but go on. Thank you, sir.

Were you with your husband when he
suffered the stroke?

Yes. David and I were in San Francisco
for the weekend when he was taken ill.

Will you describe in detail, please,
what happened?

The hotel sent a doctor who accompanied
David to the hospital. This hotel

doctor, have you ever met him before?

No, we'd never been to that particular
hotel before.

Well, that was the San Francisco
Rexford, wasn't it?

How do you know things like that?

Well, it's my job to know things like
that.

Mrs. Archer, this is Mr. Phil Carpenter.

The manager of the San Francisco
Rexford. He is prepared to testify that

night you and your husband were guests
at his hotel, you did call the front

desk, but not to ask for a doctor.

He will testify that you told him you'd
already called a doctor who had

determined that your husband had had a
stroke.

You asked Mr. Carpenter to call an
ambulance to transport your husband to

hospital. Do you remember that?

What difference does it make who called
the doctor?

Well, usually no difference at all.

But Mr. Carpenter will also testify that
the doctor who accompanied you and your

husband out of his hotel was Dr. Estes,
who just happened to be in San

Francisco.

Is that true, Mrs. Archer? Did you call
Dr.

Estes?

Yes.

I suppose maybe I did.

Well, thank you, Mr.

Carpenter. You may sit down.

Now, you have...

stated that your husband is
incapacitated. Is he in a hospital here

Angeles? No.

He's in the Whitman Extended Care
Facility in San Francisco.

And who is his attending physician?

I think you already know that it's Dr.
Estes.

Yes, I do.

It turns out that Dr.

Estes, who says he only practices in Los
Angeles, also attends your husband in

San Francisco.

Can you tell us, please... What
treatment Dr.

Estes has prescribed for your husband?

Whatever treatment would be appropriate
for a stroke victim.

Mrs. Archer, this is Arlene Moore, the
supervising nurse at the Whitman

Care Facility. She is prepared to
testify that the treatment prescribed by

Estes consists solely of having your
husband injected with a strong sedative

every four hours around the clock.

Are you aware of this? No, I'm not. I'm
not a doctor.

You know what I think, Mrs. Archer?

I don't think your husband had a severe
stroke.

I think maybe he had a minor one, if at
all.

And that you and your good friend, Dr.

Estes, have conspired to incapacitate
your husband with drugs so that you

take over his enterprises.

Objection, Your Honor.

Relevancy assumes facts, not an
evidence. That wasn't even a question.

Sustained. Well, that's a matter the
authorities can look into later.

You and Dr. Estes are more than friends,
aren't you? Isn't it true that you are

lovers who have been meeting at this
hotel on a regular basis for the past

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

There are room service waiters and other
employees who can identify you, Mrs.

Archer.

Aren't you and Dr. Estes lovers?

Yes. But that's not the point, is it?

I mean, it isn't relevant.

I can account for my whereabouts when
Adrian Lye was murdered.

Oh, I'm sure you can.

Do you recognize this photograph?

No. I've never seen it before.

Will you please describe what you see in
this photograph?

It looks like a school picture.

The little girls all have on uniforms.
It's probably a private school.

Your Honor, Defense would like to
introduce this photograph as Defense

K.

It is, in fact, a class photo from the
St. Regis Academy here in town.

Are you familiar with the St. Regis
Academy?

I've heard of St. Regis.

I think it's a Catholic school. That's
about all I know.

Oh, I think the school is more than a
name to you, Mrs. Archer.

You've donated money to it, haven't you?
Mr. McKenzie, my husband and I have

donated literally millions of dollars to
various schools and causes.

I cannot be expected to remember all of
them.

Have you ever heard of John Martine?

No.

Yesterday, Mr.

Rodriguez, the room service waiter...
identified the corpse of John Martine as

the same man who delivered the bottle of
champagne disguised as a waiter.

John Martine had this photograph in his
wallet when he was shot by the police.

I show you for identification.

These are records.

of charitable contributions to the St.
Regis Academy over the last six months

and authenticated by the school's
accountant, Sister Mary Marshall. Would

please read this part that I have
highlighted?

Three equal payments to the school have
been made by Mrs. Archer in the past

three months.

The payments have totaled $60 ,000.

Now, these payments were placed...

In a trust account for a certain student
at the school, weren't they? I have no

idea. Wasn't the allocation to a
specific student part of your

John Martine? I told you I don't know
anybody named John Martine.

These are copies of the last three
checks.

Written from your personal account to
St. Regis Academy.

This is your handwriting, isn't it?

It looks like it.

Do you see what you've written right
down here in the corner?

To be deposited in trust to Teresa
Martine.

Isn't that what it says?

Yes.

You wrote these checks yourself as
partial payment to John Martine for

Adrian Lye.

Mr. Lye knew only one of your secrets,
the illegal contracts with basketball

players. But you were afraid he might
find out a more damning secret.

Your relationship with Dr.

Estes and your conspiracy against your
husband.

And that's why you killed him.

Don't you think it's about time for the
truth, Mrs. Archer?

Adrian Lai was evil, you know.

When he wasn't blackmailing people for
money, he was exposing their secret just

for the pleasure of destroying their
lives.

Have him stopped.

And I haven't really been sorry for it.

Until now.

Your Honor?

Mr. Johnson?

Your Honor, the people move for a
dismissal.

The case is dismissed. The bailiff will
take the witness into custody.

This court is adjourned.

Congratulations.

Bill, save me from checkmate.

You have your second chance, Daniel.

Make it a good one.

Thank you.

Laura. Hi. Hi.

I just came by to say goodbye before
going back to Ohio.

Well, can we discuss this over dinner?

The bye's not discussion.

It could be.

You don't look very happy.

Oh, I am.

Just kind of sad to see such a fine
-looking, intelligent woman as

Mrs. Archer take the wrong road.

Yeah.

You've been great.

Much obliged.

My pleasure.

Why don't you join us for dinner?

Well, I'd like to, but I can't. I'm
going to be a daddy by morning.

My prized mare is about to drop her
foal.

Come see me.

Soon. I'd love to. Good.

I'll see you.