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Carolyn. How was the flight?

Fine.

Could I speak to you for a minute?

She's been here for over an hour.

What's her name?

Mrs. Ann Gordon.

She didn't want to speak to anybody except you, so I hadn't pressed her.

Harry.

She's been crying.

Hi. I'm Harry Rule. How are you?

Can I take your coat?

No, it's all right.

Well, why don't you tell me what's wrong?

I don't even know why I came.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

for nearly three weeks now, you have listened with patience to the massive

evidence put before you. But there is no doubt in my mind that the three

accused, David Blair, Henry Franks,

And John Stuart Gordon are the three who made the savage and fatal attack on

police officer Stanley.

I couldn't think of anything else to do, I suppose.

All these last months, and now this.

One by one, their pleas and alibis have been shown to be false.

The case against them is irrefutably proven.

I'm sure that your verdict will reflect that conclusion.

This has been a long and tiring case for all concerned.

And I suspect that counsel for the defense will wish to address at

some length.

The court will be upstanding.

My husband, I haven't seen him for two days.

Find him, please, before he does something terrible.

Hello, Judge Cronin. Oh, hello.

How are you feeling? I'm very well, thank you, sister.

You know, the way you're caring for me, I should be back in harness very soon.

Good.

You sure you're quite warm enough? Yes, yes, thank you, I'm fine.

Isn't it a lovely day?

I wonder if the weather forecasters ever confessed to misleading people.

Oh? It was supposed to rain. Oh, was it?

Judge Cronin, I've got to speak to you. Who, you? My name's Gordon, Arthur

Gordon. I'm John, Gordon's father.

This is highly improper.

You must leave immediately.

You're not being fair. I must not and will not speak to you. That boy's only

There is nothing you can say to me. Now will you please leave me alone?

Take your hands off me!

Hey!

I see.

Yes. Yes, well, I appreciate your confidence.

Well, of course I appreciate that.

Thank you. Goodbye.

How's the judge?

Oh, he's fairly shaken up, but nothing more. It could have been worse.

Well, this is all the weeklies I could find.

Tell me, what's the procedure in a case like this?

Well, the judge got sick just before the summing up, so the case was adjourned,

which is not without precedent.

By the end of the week...

There'll either be a resumption or there'll be a retry.

Oh, I see.

What concerns me more is the boy's father, Gordon. 20 days in court with

building, and then the judge collapses. You can imagine his state of mind.

Yeah.

I think we'd better find him. Paul, check his office. I'll seek out his

haunts. Okay, will do.

Here.

Yes, my name's Paul Boucher. I'm looking for Arthur Gordon. Oh, he isn't here.

Well, could you tell me where I could find him?

I haven't seen him for weeks.

He's been at the court. You know, the trial.

Well, his son killed a policeman.

Clyde Nursing Home.

Um, Judge Cronin, please.

Who's speaking, please?

Clock of the Court.

Judge Cronin, I just want to apologize about this morning.

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Good evening.

Like a light lager, please.

Mind if I sit down?

You're, uh... Arthur Gordon, aren't you?

You want something from me?

Yeah, I'd like to talk to you.

You're a reporter.

No, no, no. My name is Rue.

Harry Rue.

Your wife asked me to find you.

Yeah, she felt you were under quite a strain, and she asked me to help.

I need no help.

Why did you see that judge?

I just wanted to talk to him.

Yes, you're right. It was a mistake.

I should never have gone to see him. I see that now.

Vodka, sir?

You married?

Divorced.

Children?

One son.

Normal?

I'm sorry.

Is he normal?

Oh, yes, I'd say he was.

How old is he?

He'll be six on his next birthday.

Just imagine he were 18.

They're starting off at university.

Good business ready for him to take over.

Business I started from nothing.

And now he's on trial for murder.

The judge is so twisted, so biased.

I'm questioning the judge's impartiality.

Impartiality?

You should have seen him at the trial.

Kneeling away.

Poisoning the minds of the jury.

Your vodka, sir.

I'm going to give you some advice.

Go home to your wife.

Go home and stay home.

Good thing I got a fair trial of that.

What the hell are you doing here? I thought I gave you some advice.

Why did you follow me?

I wanted to help.

What are you doing here, Gordon?

I hate to mention it, but this does happen to be my office.

I pick up some work.

Take my mind off things.

Sounds like a good idea.

Why don't you pick up whatever it is you want and come along with me?

I promised your wife I'd find you.

You go ahead.

See anything?

Well, there's no blood.

Ah.

Listen, why do you think Gordon tried to fix you?

Oh, I don't know.

He just wanted to get me out of the way for a while.

What interests me more, though, is what he was doing in his office.

Yeah.

Oh, yes, sir.

You have no idea where he is?

No.

Mrs. Gordon, does your husband have a gun?

Gun?

Yes, he used to keep one in the office.

It was a small coat.

Black, I think.

I see.

Yes, but it can't be fired.

Arthur filed off the... The firing pin. The firing pin, yes, that's right.

Yes, it was quite useless.

I'm so sorry, Mitterrand.

Well, thanks for talking to me, Mitterrand.

We'll let you know if anything develops.

But you've got to do something.

We're doing all we can.

But you don't understand.

Arthur... Oh, I should have told you the first time I came to see you.

Five years ago, my husband had a breakdown.

It was when John... My husband and he

never seemed to be able to talk.

They didn't really get on together, you see.

My husband was working all hours, day and night. The business was going

a bad patch.

And he believed...

He was absolutely convinced that several other companies, rivals, you know, had

ganged up on him. And had they? No.

Oh, no, it was... The psychiatrist called it

a persecution complex brought about by stress.

He just cracked with the worry of it all.

And... It's all right. Come and sit down. Come on.

Now, go on, Mrs. Baldwin.

Oh, seeing him sitting in court day after day.

I saw the same worried torture.

The same symptoms. Yes.

Yes.

Persecution complex.

And the judge is the persecutor.

The man on the edge of a breakdown.

Determined to get Judge Cronin.

And he is armed.

Yeah, but the gun can't be fired.

Well, Gordon's practical.

He can replace the firing pin.

The man has the capability to kill.

Therefore, I think we should contact the police.

We're used to a lot of false alarms in our work, Mr. Ruhm.

Inspector, I don't think Gordon is a false alarm.

Well, we'll see.

The judge will be giving police protection, of course.

But I'm quite sure nothing will happen.

Well, let's hope so.

Really necessary.

Well, goodbye, sister.

Thanks once more.

Goodbye, sir.

You know, a man in the back of a

moving car isn't an easy target. How well do you think Gordon can use that

Well, he was in the army. Well, that doesn't mean anything.

Yes, Mrs. Gordon.

Okay.

Right.

Bye.

He just walked in his own front door.

Well, that's a relief.

I'm not so sure about that.

I still don't understand why he was in his office.

Usual, sir.

What are we looking for? I don't know.

I followed Gordon here last night, though. He must have come for some

Break it open.

There's a clock there on the wall. Now it's gone.

Look at this.

Detonators.

You need explosives for demolition work.

A time bomb.

Right, thank you.

Get me the radio room.

Emergency.

Radio message, sir. There may be a bomb planted in your car.

I would have thought that rather unlikely.

Another?

Oh, as usual, that's seven minutes fast.

What happens next?

Well, that depends on the police.

There's obviously a serious case against you.

If you accept that, and the fact that you need help, psychiatric treatment,

things might be a lot easier.

It was all for the boy.

Before I deal in points of evidence in detail, it is my duty to remind you that

the onus of proof lies squarely on the shoulders of the prosecution.

You may feel that the evidence presented against Blair and Franks satisfies you

of their guilt.

But in the case of John Stuart Gordon, you may prefer his version of what

happened on that night in question.

If you do...

Or indeed, if there is a reasonable doubt in your minds as to his guilt,

is your duty to find him not guilty.

In the avenues and alleyways Where the soul of a man

is easy to buy