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Phil?

Let me in.

I said I was sorry, sweetheart. Don't be like that.

Phil?

Phil? Phil?

Phil? Will somebody call the captain?

Honestly, what are you trying to do, scare me?

Well, Roger, for heaven's sake, I thought you were up in the bar.

Is Phil all right?

No.

No, he's been hurt, Elizabeth.

Excuse me, please. Excuse me.

Hey, Roger, what happened? Somebody said they heard a shot.

Phil shot himself, young. Huh?

Phil? Phil wouldn't have it.

Mr. York, will you please close that door?

Whose gun is this?

Phillips.

Mr.

Cranes.

Will he be all right, Captain?

He's dead.

Did you see it happen?

No. I was in my own room.

I heard the shot and I thought, well, he's finally done it.

He's killed himself.

Was your connecting door locked?

No. But everything else is exactly the same as when you came in here.

Your stepfather's body lying over there, and his gun across the cabin here?

Yeah.

You're under arrest, Mr. York.

You'll be confined to a cabin until we reach port.

The FBI.

A QM production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbliss Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen Brooks,

Lynn Loring, and special guest star Eileen Heckert.

Tonight's episode, The Insolence.

Well, I've got about one hour left.

Now, what would you like to do?

Oh, feed the pigeons.

Oh, again?

Barb, couldn't we take a walk by the... Feed the pigeons.

You know,

honey, I'm going to go broke feeding these pigeons.

And I thought that you were a big -time spender.

Hey, do you suppose they're all enrolled in this school, too?

Even the baby?

Probably. You know, I remember when they were married. She was in my German

class. I was a bridesmaid.

Again. Well, that's Barbara Erskine, always a bridesmaid and never a bride.

Thanks to dear Papa.

You know something, honey? What?

You ought to write a book called I Was a Bitter, Frustrated 95 -Year -Old Ag for

the FBI.

It's a catchy title. Mm -hmm.

Mmm.

Roger York finally killed somebody.

Who's Roger York?

You know Roger York?

No. Yeah, yeah, York, the West Coast millionaire. He's in a dozen rackets.

Well, why? He's a millionaire.

Ah, the kicks, the thrills, who knows?

Heir to two oil fortunes, allegedly shot his mother's latest husband to bow the

head. The stepfather was a year younger than York himself.

Look, Barb, I'd better get back to the Bureau.

Now, I thought you said you had an hour, Jim. Yeah, well, uh... Look, maybe I'll

see you tonight, huh?

Now, look!

Who's more important to you, the Bureau or me?

I'll see you tonight.

Prince match. They're going to hold Fitzroy there. We can interview him.

Fitzroy?

Quarter to one? What are you doing back so early?

Did Barber have a fight?

We never fight, Lou. You know that.

I thought Fitzroy would be in East Berlin by now.

He pressed his luck.

Stopped off to see a girlfriend.

They picked him up on a traffic violation.

That old Fitzroy was so scared, the certe thought they'd better check with

So you can scratch off one saboteur. What is this, our week to be lucky?

How so?

Well, it's the same thing with Roger York. Give us a chance to investigate.

Have you heard about the crepe murder?

Yeah. Durant called the SSC Los Angeles.

He's going to board the ship when she docks in San Pedro tomorrow.

Good, good, good.

A chance to investigate Roger York, huh?

You know, that might not be a bad idea.

Lou, this guy's been involved in everything from phony cancer cures to

pornography.

I've heard enough complaints about him to stock half a file cabinet.

Or is he too rich to get hurt?

I wouldn't say that.

All right, Jim.

You're on it.

I'll see you about plane reservations.

Did you just get the impression we brightened up that young man's entire

What's he so happy about?

Well, one thing, he talked you out of a trip to Paris.

A trip to Paris? I was thinking of having you interview Fitzroy.

Well, they tell me April in San Pedro is very pleasant too, Lewis.

Well, have a nice trip.

Fasten your seatbelts, please. We are approaching Los Angeles International

Airport. It's been a pleasure serving you, and we hope that you will fly with

again soon.

Thank you. Oh, Lou, I don't know if I mentioned it, but Durant said he'd have

helicopter available to take us directly to San Pedro.

San Pedro?

Yeah.

Well, we'll check into the hotel first, call the field office.

Hey, Jam, wait a minute.

The ship doesn't dock till noon. I know. It's just that I feel I should be in

San Pedro waiting.

Well, if you need me, I'll be at the hotel.

Thanks, Lou.

You know, this York has a habit of squirming out of one jam after another.

All of a sudden, the witnesses can't remember what happened. The evidence

out missing.

Well, he's got a 48 -hour jump on us, and I don't want to give him any more

time. Time for what? Well, to... Bribe the captain. Buy the ship?

Jam, this York's rough, but he's not the mafia.

I don't understand his intense interest.

Sometimes I wonder if I understand it myself.

I don't remember the first time his file hit my desk. He was a prime suspect in

a murder charge.

The case was never brought to trial because there were no witnesses. There

no evidence.

So I checked up on him.

He's been in trouble since he was 15 years old. But he was never convicted

He's Moby Dick, Lou. He keeps getting away.

This time I think we've nailed him.

If the evidence warrants it.

If the evidence warrants it, of course.

Check with you later.

Mr. Uskin?

Right. I have a message for you from Mr. Durant.

Yes? He wants you to come to San Pedro, too.

Say why?

Yes, he asked me to tell you that the ship's on fire.

Hey, Jim, wait a minute.

Now, it's all right, ladies and gentlemen. Nothing to worry about.

It'll all be over in a moment.

Well, I mean, how wild can a cruise get?

Hewitt, do you think we're all going to burn to death inside of San Pedro? Yes,

Phoebe, two spades.

Ladies and gentlemen, the fire is over and the damage is very minor. Now, we'll

be docking directly.

I heard the fire started in Phillips' stateroom.

Did you?

You think Roger really shot that stinker?

Of course not, B .B.

Bid.

Oh, well, three hearts.

Well, it's all really academic now, isn't it?

I mean, how can they possibly prosecute poor Roger when all the evidence has

gone up in smoke?

Wouldn't you just love to see his face?

The gun was lying on the floor approximately 15 feet from the body?

Approximately, yes.

Captain, why didn't you put a guard down here?

I saw no need to.

The gun was in my safe. The door was locked. The steward had orders to keep

everyone away.

This was Mr. York's suite in there? Yes, it was. He's been confined to a cabin

below deck since Wednesday.

Captain.

How many people had passkeys to this stateroom?

After the shooting, two.

I had one, the steward had one.

This steward, where was he during the fire?

He was talking to the ship's doctor.

Would you ask someone to send him up here, please? No, I'm afraid I can't,

He was very badly burned fighting the fire.

He's still unconscious.

Gerard.

Yes, sir.

Bill, what is?

Cause of the fire. Somebody propped an open cigarette lighter between the arm

and the cushion.

Recognize it?

Yeah.

Trip souvenir.

That's a something.

Was York traveling alone, Captain?

No, sir. He was one of a group.

Insolent young people, a lot of them. How did York and Creighton get along,

Captain? Well, they were always fighting.

I understand they had a very bad argument over one of the girls in the

night that Creighton was shot.

Is this the girl, Captain?

Hmm. Yes, Elizabeth Cowan.

Durant, have somebody tell the ship's doctor we'd like to see him, will you?

We'll be in York's cabin. Right.

By the way, Inspector, I imagine you'll want to see the photographs that I took.

The photographs?

Yes, of the gun, the body, on the night of the shooting, before the fire.

Didn't anyone tell you about that?

No, no one did.

Well, I'll get them for you right away, sir. I imagine that they're important.

Yes, I imagine...

What's the significance of this one?

It indicates that the port was locked, Mr. York, from the inside.

Well, they certainly won't want any privacy or beauty now, will they?

But then I'm sure you're not interested in beauty or any of the other dull

abstracts. Like the truth.

What's your version of the truth?

I heard the gun go off. When I looked in, Philip was dead.

Did you know he brought the gun on board?

You mean will my lawyers have an answer when you find my prints all over it?

He will.

Philip always carried a gun. We all handled it many times.

But I didn't kill him.

Did you like him?

Very much.

I liked all my mother's husbands.

All except my father.

He's the only one I never had a chance to.

To meet.

Why didn't your mother come along?

I don't think she knew about it. She's off in the Amazon somewhere exploring.

In Comunicado.

The Amazon?

Well, you know, when you've... When you've been around the world ten times,

want to go somewhere else for a change.

Huh?

What did Creighton do for a living, York?

He was a tennis bum.

Very good, by the way.

Terrific backhand.

Did he happen to use that backhand on you the night you had the fight over

Cowan?

I didn't get your name.

Rhodes.

Well, Rhodes.

If you would have done your homework, you'd know that Roger York doesn't fight

over girls.

Girls fight over Roger York.

Suppose we find witnesses who say differently.

Good luck.

York?

Come in.

Dr. Lindsay's here.

Dr. Lindsay, Inspector Erskine, Special Agent Rhodes. How do you do, sir? How do

you do?

Two questions, Doctor. I understand that the A -deck steward came to the

infirmary just before the fire was discovered.

Yes, sir.

He said he had a headache.

He was extremely nervous, so I gave him a tranquilizer and sent him on his way.

I see.

What about Creighton?

Time of death, cause, so forth?

Well, he was killed by a .38 caliber bullet that pierced the mitral valve of

heart and lodged in the left ventricle.

Doctor, how long would he have lived with a wound like that?

Oh, a matter of seconds.

I see.

In other words, if he had committed suicide, the gun would have fallen by

feet. Probably.

But he couldn't have committed suicide in any event.

There were no powder burns, either on his clothes or on his body.

No, I'd say he was shot from a distance of at least five yards.

All right, Doctor, thank you.

Right, sir.

Durant, call the U .S. Attorney's Office.

Yes, sir.

I take it I'm being arrested.

That'll be up to the U .S. attorney.

Well, so it's railroad time. Clear the tracks in full steam ahead.

Now, you listen to me. I didn't kill Creighton, and I think you know it as

as I do. But evidently, that's not going to matter much around here.

York, before you go... It's Mr. York, and I'm speaking to your superior,

so just butt out.

I'd like to talk to Mr. Hewitt Pierce.

Ask him to contact my lawyer.

Also, my mother, if he can.

It's all over but the shouting.

And this is the ballistics report from Washington.

Confirms that the bullet that killed Creighton came from the same gun that

Captain Tillman found in the state room.

What about the gunpowder burns?

The lab confirms Dr. Lindsay's report. Third paragraph.

Absence of gunpowder residue on the victim's jacket and shirt indicates that

bullet in question was fired from a distance of not less than 48 inches.

Better rule out suicide once and for all.

You think so?

Don't you?

Well, I don't see how a man can shoot himself in the chest from a distance of

feet.

Unless he's a magician.

There's no magic connected with that gun. It's a plain, commonplace, ordinary

.38.

York's prints on it?

York's and Creighton's and 405 on that done a flyable.

But there's one item there that puzzled me.

They found some brown paint on the gun.

Durant.

Yes, hold on.

Mr. Ward in Washington for you.

Hello.

Yes, Arthur.

I want to remind you, you have an appointment back here on the 23rd, in

Yes, I know.

Arthur, I was wondering, is there any way we could get a delay?

Delay? Not at this late date.

Why, is the York case giving you some trouble?

No, uh... No, not yet, anyway. He was arraigned on Wednesday.

Murder one.

Well, I'd say the charges were more than justified from your report here.

Is Rhodes there? Let me talk to him.

Yes. Arthur Ward.

Yes, sir.

Well, Jim, your suspicions paid off big.

Congratulations. Thank you, sir.

There's just one thing the investigation doesn't seem to have uncovered yet.

At least I can't see it here.

Yes, sir.

Motive. The motive?

Well, I don't think we'll have to look far for that, sir.

Evidently, York and Creighton were at each other's throats from the moment the

cruise began.

Are your witnesses reliable?

We're, uh...

We're still checking them out, sir.

All right, fine, then. You stay on top of it.

You tell Lewis I will meet him at the airport.

Yes, sir.

He said he'd meet you at the airport, Lou.

Well, I'd better start packing.

He, uh... He seemed a little concerned about motive.

Did he?

Is that what concerns you?

Motive? Who said I'm concerned about anything?

Lou York and Creighton hated each other. The whole ship knew that.

Now, somebody was sure enough that York was guilty that they tried to destroy

all the evidence in Creighton's stateroom before we got there.

Question.

If Johnny eats two apples on Monday and three more disappear on Tuesday...

How many people will jump to the conclusion that Johnny ate five apples?

You think I'm jumping to conclusions?

I'm not sure.

Lou, if you can't trust me to conduct an honest investigation while you're gone,

why don't you take me off the case?

Jim, if I ever decide you can't be trusted in a matter that important, you

be removed from a case.

You'll be dismissed from the Bureau.

Well, hello.

If you're from the caterers, why are you dressed like that? If you're my guest,

shouldn't we have someone here to introduce us? FBI.

Oh, come on.

Miss Gowan, my name's Durant. This is Special Agent Rhodes.

Well, I've already given a statement to a couple of awfully cute young men from

your office.

Now, I'm terribly sorry, but you see, I'm throwing a party tonight.

I just don't have time to play games with you boys.

Yeah, this won't take long.

I should have been expecting you to. Hewitt called and said you'd been

him and B .B. all morning.

Miss Gowan, we asked Mr. Pierce if he could recall ever hearing an argument

between Mr. York and his stepfather.

How's your memory in that department?

Perfectly lovely. They never argued.

Miss Gowan, you were born on September 9th, 1939 in Junction City,

Iowa. Your family ran a neighborhood grocery, is that right?

Yes. You met Roger York in Fresno in 1963.

63 or 4, I don't remember.

It's 63.

Thank you.

York was charged with the murder of a dance hostess named Nora Sloan. You

appeared at the preliminary hearing.

You stated that you knew both parties intimately and that they never argued.

A month later, you leased this penthouse apartment.

I came into a small inheritance.

Through a death?

What was your relationship to Creighton?

Friend.

Was York jealous of that friendship?

Did he approve of his mother's marriage to Creighton?

Why don't you ask her? She's on her way back.

You were told me she'll land her plane in San Diego tomorrow.

And then fly on to L .A.? With that woman, who knows? She could just as

head for Hawaii.

Who set fire to Creighton State Room?

Who bribed the steward to leave that door open?

Pierce?

Well, what's the matter, Miss Gowan?

Isn't the view from up here so pretty anymore?

Now you listen here. Even the steward had the sense to turn around and try to

put that fire out.

Now don't you smell a little smoke too, lady?

I don't have to take that.

Miss Gowan, you're not in some private schoolyard playing hopscotch with the

rich kids.

A man's been killed and a ship's been set on fire.

Well, I don't know anything about that. Ask the steward if you don't believe me.

We can't ask the steward.

He was too badly burned.

He never regained consciousness. He died an hour and a half ago.

I'm sorry.

If you should think of any further information, would you please contact us

the L .A. office?

Rascal. Oh, it's too bad Jim couldn't have come back with you.

But then I guess I am kind of proud that you leave him alone in case it's

important.

Why?

Barbara, did Jim ever talk about Roger York to you?

No. Not until he read about the shooting. Why?

Did he discuss any of his cases with you?

Oh, once in a while.

Shouldn't he have?

Did he ever evaluate them? Did he ever say, so -and -so's guilty, can't prove

it, but I know he's guilty?

No, never.

Except... I was going to say except

once, but that wasn't really a case.

What was it?

I'm not sure Jim would want me to tell you, Dad.

Might be important.

Well, it... It happened while Jim was still in high school.

He didn't have a nickel, but...

But he was in love with a girl.

A girl who said that she would wait for him until he finished college.

But she got pregnant.

Not by Jim.

There was a boy named Andrist.

He lived in a big house on top of the hill.

You know, all the money in the world.

Anyway, he wouldn't marry the girl.

But a few days later, a couple of kids were swimming in the lake, and they

her body.

By the time the authorities had finished kowtowing to the Andres, they decided

that the girl had accidentally slipped and accidentally drowned herself.

Jim said that they had a big party on top of the hill that night.

And he told me that he'd just stood at the bottom of the hill all night

long, listening to the music and laughs.

And he just watched.

Daddy, what's wrong?

Are you afraid that...

Jim has already decided that Roger York is guilty too?

A man who can prejudge one case can prejudge another.

It's the easiest thing in the world to find explanations to match prejudices.

And to ignore facts that don't fit in.

But you've got to talk to him.

Sweetheart, if I have to talk to him, it will have been too late, won't it?

We'll be leaving in a minute. Is everybody comfortable?

It was very kind of you to take me aboard, Mrs. Creighton.

Although I'd really just as soon have conducted this interview in the office.

Well, you were very kind to indulge me, Mr. Rhodes. You can understand how

anxious I am to get home.

I hope you don't object to women driving.

Oh, no, ma 'am, not at all. I wish my co -pilot were as broad -minded.

He thinks that, um, women belong in the home.

You're charmed.

Mrs. Creighton, we'd like to ask you a few questions, if we may.

Lindbergh Tower.

This is Twin Engine, 23 Yankee, waiting for takeoff.

23 Yankee, clear for takeoff.

Why, thank you, darling. I thought you'd all died of it.

Questions? Yes.

How did your husband and your son get along, Mrs. Creighton?

Like a pair of teased culprits.

Do you know why?

Well, not as a kind of thing.

They simply got on each other's nerves.

Well, could it have had anything to do with the entailment of your estate?

I'm sorry?

Were you thinking at any time of disinheriting your son?

In favor of Philip?

No, no, I shouldn't either.

Oh, you're sweet, but you read too many paperbacks.

The entailment of the York estate was settled long before Roger was ever born.

It's very English, as a matter of fact, that he sends from first male heir to

first male heir.

Roger has his own money, and I have mine, and Philip was content with the

No, if Roger shot Philip, it certainly wasn't over money.

Creighton, you don't sound very concerned about your husband's death.

I don't.

Well, I'm glad Philip didn't suffer.

He couldn't have borne that.

But you're right. I was never very concerned about my husband.

At least not that husband.

He was witty. He was a good dancer.

But he told the same stories over and over.

And in a month, that can become tiresome.

So, in a month, I left him.

Do you know a young woman by the name of Elizabeth Cowan?

No. Friend of Philip's?

And of your son.

I see.

And you're wondering if jealousy might have been the motive.

Well, if the roles had been reversed and if Philip had shot Roger, I would say

that jealousy could be the motive. Philip had a terrible temper. Roger

jealous boy.

And he couldn't have used a gun even if he were.

Well, why not?

He was deathly afraid of him. Didn't he tell you that?

At least that's what his doctor told me, and that's why he couldn't go to

military school.

Mrs. Creighton, could I have this doctor's name, please?

Uh, Van Wick.

Beverly Hill.

It's not funny.

I hadn't thought of that in years.

Roger's horror of guns.

He was always in trouble, but never with guns.

Why was he always in trouble, Mrs. Creighton?

What?

He didn't need the money.

Why was he always getting involved in rackets and scandals?

What's he after?

Well, perhaps he was looking for punishment.

Wouldn't you say so?

I never punished him when he was a little boy. Perhaps I should have.

Maybe that would have made him think that he was loved.

I didn't love him.

I didn't want him.

I was a young girl, and then I had Roger, and I was an old woman.

A son makes one feel old just by growing.

And then the whole world joins the conspiracy.

The hairdressers, the fashion designers.

Madame, we are doing our very best.

Everyone conspires with it. You make me feel young.

Don't you hate people who don't know when the party's over?

One should really have the grace to know when to leave.

Roger York.

Oh, yes, I remember Roger very well.

Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor, how old was he when he first came to you for treatments?

He was 15 years old.

And how long was he a patient?

Oh, I would say on and off altogether four years.

His mother... His mother used to move around quite a bit.

The analysis had to be interrupted and resumed many times.

Was it ever completed?

No.

Doctor, what kind of boy was he?

I mean, why was he brought to you in the first place? Can you tell me that?

You understand, Mr. Rhodes, that under normal circumstances, I would never

discuss a case of mine with anyone but the consulting physician.

However, since Mrs. Creighton has chosen to give you certain information about

her son, a patient of mine, I think maybe I should

clarify some of the background about him.

Well, now, first of all, I can tell you that Roger York was seriously disturbed.

He was very withdrawn, almost totally unable to communicate, except through

violence.

Violence, Doctor?

Oh, yes.

Sustained rages, tamper tantrums, threats to kill.

Threats to kill whom?

Oh, anybody who would get into his way.

A chauffeur, me, generally the nearest father image.

I see.

Of course, that's all they were.

Threats.

You see, I don't understand, Doctor, because if he was a violent boy... Yes,

Roger's violence was always verbal.

Now, for instance, he might have ordered his mother to pick up that inkstand and

hurl it at my head.

But he would never have done it himself.

Even under extreme pressure?

I think that... I think that Roger would have broken under pressure before

yielding to it.

It seems to Rhodes that was his problem.

The need to express violence in conflict with his inability to express it

physically.

He was always the center of violence.

The motivator of violence.

A spectator.

Never a participant.

Then you feel, Doctor, that he would have been emotionally incapable of, say,

firing a gun?

Absolutely. Well, thank you. Thank you, Doctor. Thank you.

Here's the full lab report.

What'd you have in mind?

Yeah, there was something about brown paint on the gun.

Yeah, on the hammer page, too.

Durant.

Durant.

Yes, hold on a minute.

Elizabeth Gowan for you.

Yes, Miss Gowan.

Mr. Rhodes, can you come out here right now?

I may have a statement to make.

You'd like to make a statement?

Yes. I've had a day and night to think about it.

The fact is, you don't set a bad fire yourself, Mr. Rhodes.

But I'm afraid there are only two ways to put this fire out.

I'm too scared to try the first one.

So, after looking at the telephone for about an hour and a half and drinking

a little longer than that, I decided I was just about stunned enough to tell

what you want to know.

You understand, Miss Gowan, that you're entitled to have counsel present.

I don't need counsel, Mr. Rhodes.

Hewitt Pierce started the stateroom fire. He wanted to destroy the evidence

help Roger.

We all approved.

We all thought Roger was guilty.

Why? Well, they'd both been drinking, Philip and Roger, and Philip got mad

because I was paying too much attention to Roger, and he hit him in the face.

Roger said to me, I've had it with him.

I'm going to kill him.

I went down below to smooth things over with Philip, but his door was locked and

he wouldn't answer me.

And then I heard a kind of metallic crash.

And then Rogers shot him.

You heard what kind of crash?

I don't know, metallic.

Then you actually didn't see the shooting?

I didn't have to.

Why not?

Because Rogers is guilty, that's why.

Well, he just did it. Everybody knows that.

Yes.

The three missing apples.

What?

Uh, Miss Gowan, we'll, uh, we'll type up a statement, have you read it and sign

it.

I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible. Miss Gowan, would you like

to follow us down to the office?

I'll get my purse.

Well, that ought to be enough for the U .S. attorney.

There's his motive.

Durant, listen to this.

Scratched into the hammer of the gun were microscopic particles of brown

She heard a metallic crash.

What color was Creighton's stateroom?

Brown. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Rhodes.

Washington called me. The inspector's on his way back.

As a matter of fact, he may have landed already.

Yeah, well, if he should call me, would you tell him I'm down at the ship?

Right.

And this is the original brown metal frame that surrounded the air

duct. Yes.

You're lucky the mate found it, Mr. Rhodes.

York's lucky the mate found it, Captain.

York's going to need a little luck.

Welcome back, Rhodes.

Jim?

Captain? How are you, sir?

Better than when I left.

I understand Elizabeth Gowan came up with the motive.

Yeah.

Durant talked to the U .S. attorney. They tell me the case is airtight.

Jim, that was the one thing that worried me. Motive. Excuse me. You found that.

I haven't.

York didn't kill Creighton.

Are you saying York's innocent?

Of this crime, yes.

But it couldn't have been suicide.

Oh, he killed himself, Captain.

But you're right.

It wasn't suicide.

Did, uh... Did Durant mention that metallic crash that Elizabeth Gowan

Yes, he mentioned it.

What about that?

All right.

Let's see.

See the dent in the louver of this air duct?

Now look at this.

Notice the position of the gun right under the duct.

Yeah.

He was... He was standing right here.

I don't see what you're getting at, Mr. Rose. I'm showing you, Captain.

Miss Gowan was in the corridor.

Phil?

Let me in.

Creighton got his gun, probably with some idea of killing York.

But when he reached the door, he changed his mind.

For whatever reason, he couldn't go through with it.

He turned, and he threw the gun across the room.

The air conditioning duct, and the gun fired.

And Creighton was hit in the heart.

And that was it.

So to wrap things up, I guess we'd better check for the lab.

Make sure the paint on the gun matches the paint on the air duct.

That should just about do it.

Do you agree, sir?

I agree.

Well, I guess we'd better call the U .S. attorney.

Tell him he doesn't have a case.

He doesn't have a case of murder.

But he does have Elizabeth Gallen.

She should be able to give him a few interesting facts about Roger York.

Captain? Goodbye, son.

Goodbye, Mr. Rose.

Oh, another thing. Leo called.

Exhibit section wants to have the Fitzroy sabotage model ready by

Better have a look.

Good night. We have to be in court on the 14th.

Gentlemen, good evening.

Mr. Ward. Arthur.

Jim. Did you see the paper?

No, sir, not yet.

I spoke to Durant. He said that York is finished and noticed.

His lawyers have entered a plea of guilty.

Poor little rich boy.

You almost sound sorry for him.

I almost am.

I guess the view from the house on top of the hill isn't always so great.

I guess not.

Yes, sir.

What did that mean?

No.

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