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Pretty good run.

She made me do it.

Let me see. Where is it?

Yeah.

No, no, you have got to change it. It's
terrible.

Damien, dear boy, the lighting is more
than sufficient. Do not call me dear

All right?

All right. And it's sufficient as if it
were a mortuary. But if you don't mind,

I would like to see my painting.

I mean, that's the whole thing. Hello?

Hello?

I'd like to speak with the director.

Very well, sir. I'll get her for you if
you would just sign our guest register.

Of course.

I'm Renee Murian, Mr... Angelo, how do
you do? How do you do?

I understand that recently you sold a
Truman York for 1 .2, 0 .3 million.

Well, yes, as a matter of fact, we did.

Winston Hope?

Yes. Ah, what a shame. He's always one
step ahead.

Then you must know Hope is the foremost
York collector in the world.

Yes, I know.

Unfortunately for me.

However, if you're interested, Mr.
Angelo, I do have another York I could

you. Really?

I'd be very interested.

Sweet.

A beautiful work, don't you think?

So typical of your subtlety in the use
of color and... space.

Mr. Angela, what are you doing?

Please!

I

wouldn't do that.

I'd have to tell him you're dealing with
floor tours.

I'm a one -year -old winter hope.

Interesting use of that.

Color and space, don't you think?

You know this voice, don't you?

No, but he's insane.

Truman York.

You're insane. You'll die.

Five years ago.

But they never recovered his body.

What are you saying?

Are you saying York is a dead state?
Where are you going?

No,

I'm afraid we don't have any hot meat at
the moment. But we're expecting several

from California very soon.

Well, thank you very much. You're quite
welcome.

Oh, excuse me.

If you have any questions, my name is
Maureen. Is Mr. Graff in?

You're?

Just tell him it's an old friend from
Mexico.

Mr. Graff, a gentleman to see you.

Says he's an old friend from Mexico.

Thanks, sir. If you'll just follow me.

What are you doing here? What the hell
are you thinking about?

Just came in for the day.

Maybe two.

Well, it shouldn't be here at all. It's
too dangerous. You see this?

From Art of the National.

The Nourian Gallery sold that painting
to Winston Holt for over a million

dollars. Yes, I know. It's a fake.

I thought it might be. But then again, I
thought it might be one of your earlier

works I didn't know about. So anyway, I
flew in this morning and I went to see

Renee Nourian.

And guess what?

She's got another of my fakes on the
wall.

You know what I did? What?

Destroyed it? Have you gone mad?

Why draw attention to yourself like
that? The point is, Philip, I want you

get to the bottom of it. Well, I would
love to get to the bottom of it. But if

there are the fakes of the quality of
Hope's painting, then we have an obvious

problem. There's still forgeries.

Yes, but only one person can swear to
that. You.

And you're supposed to be dead.

Oh, Truman.

I worry about you.

If it becomes known that you're still
alive, then...

Then two things can happen, both bad.

Oh, tell me. Well, somebody could inform
the police.

Oh, and?

Well, the price of your work could drop
by 50%. And you'd have to cut your

prices then, wouldn't you? Well, I don't
represent you just for money. I do it

because you're my friend.

In the first place, I don't think anyone
recognized me.

Second, a flood of forgeries in the
market is not going to raise my price,

it? No.

All right, uh... I'm trying to see what
I can find out. Good.

I'm registered at the Brown Palace Hotel
under the name Angelo.

Michelangelo?

Why not?

I'll be in touch if I find out anything.

Winston Hope, please.

Maureen Gilman.

Winston, I've got interesting news.

What's up?

Another shipment from south of the
border?

You might say that.

Truman York showed up.

What the hell are you talking about?

Just what I said.

He was just in here talking to Philip.
He's staying at the Brown Palace Hotel.

Called himself Michelangelo.

He always was a little pretentious.

He told Philip the painting...

Don't mention it to anyone.

You know me.

Afraid I do.

So don't worry, I'll make it worth your
while.

I just love it when you talk money.

No kidding.

True? Right.

I probably should have called first, but
I figured if I just showed up, I could

cushion the shock.

Or something.

I don't understand any of this.

What about the accident?

I survived it.

I hid out in the mountains until they
stopped looking for me, and I managed to

make it to Mexico.

And that's where you've been?

All this time?

That's where I've been.

Straightening myself out.

Painting.

Giving a low profile.

Why didn't you let me know?

To be honest with you, I didn't.

I didn't think you'd want to know.

Well, what about the police?

Why would you take the chance of coming
back here? I had to see you.

Me?

What for?

Second chance.

Miss Ann, I know how badly I screwed up.

Things are different now.

I'm different.

I've been off drugs for four years, and
all I can think about is...

Being back together again.

True, please.

I love you. I love you.

Probably more than I ever did.

Philip's been keeping me up to date.

So I know you're not involved.

Are you?

You've been in touch with Philip? I just
left him. Somebody's been dumping

forgeries of my work on the market. What
do you say?

I say you're going too fast.

I can't even think straight.

We had something pretty special, pretty
damn marvelous, in fact.

At least I screwed it up, but we can
have it again.

Come back to Mexico with me.

We live like royalty. You can sculpt and
I'll paint, but we'll do it together.

But this is all too much for me.

I'll be in town until tomorrow.

You don't know.

You have no idea how many nights I cried
myself to sleep when I thought you were

dead.

I know what I must have put you through.

I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me.

God.

There's so many bad memories to get
over.

I know.

Look.

I... I just need a little time to sort
everything out.

I'll call you in the morning.

Hey, you.

With the overcoat.

You're Truman York, aren't you?

Uh, no.

No, I think you're mistaken.

Turn around and I'll shoot.

Security!

Face me, damn it!

Uh, I'm sorry.

You know who I am, don't you? I don't
know what you're talking about.

You ought to know.

You killed my wife.

Mister, you got the wrong murdering
bastard!

Drangelo, are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Would you have somebody go up to 308 and
bring my bag down, please?

Do you have a phone I could use?

Yes, sir.

Right this way.

Liz, it's Truman.

Listen,

I got a problem.

Well, someone's onto me.

Is there any chance that I could crash
at the studio tonight?

I'll explain it all later.

Please.

Oh, that's great, baby. That's great.

Just leave the key above the door for
me.

Thanks, baby. Thanks. What?

Right.

In the morning.

I lost him. We better call the police.

All right.

Taxi, sir? Yes, where are we headed?

122 Market Street.

You can put it in here.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Follow that cab.

Step up.

Long believed dead, the well -known
artist reappeared in Denver on Saturday

morning, was found murdered in an
artist's studio Sunday morning.

York was apparently killed in a tragic
motorcycle accident five years ago.

Police have arrested noted photographer
Joel McKelvey on suspicion of first

-degree murder.

McKelvey's wife died in that same
motorcycle wreck.

So?

Why did this McKelvey call on us for
representation?

Obviously, he wants the best.

Tell me this.

Why are we interested in representing
him?

He's a friend of mine.

From where?

From pre -law. I minored in art. So did
Joel.

I thought it would be a breeze. It
almost blew my GPA.

Anyway, I ended up here, and he went on
to become a famous photographer, and the

world was deprived of one more Perry
Mason.

Poor world.

You didn't answer my question.

Why do we want to represent him? Because
he's innocent.

I know him. He couldn't have done it.

He wouldn't have done it.

Just like that, huh?

Yeah, well, sort of.

Just like that.

Well, then.

We sort of better...

Talk to him.

Just like that.

She was just a kid from a small town in
Minnesota.

And he was this, you know, glamorous
celebrity.

She didn't have a chance.

And then he... Then he killed her.

He almost killed himself at the same
time. I wish he had.

But I swear, I had nothing to do with
his murder.

I had no reason to kill him.

Mr. McKelvey.

Why would anyone believe that?

Don't you see?

The day he killed Diane, he was drugged
out of his skull. The cops saw him.

He was still facing a charge of
vehicular homicide.

That's why he went down to Mexico.

And the point is, he was still facing a
long prison sentence.

All I had to do was sick the cops on
him.

Why did you follow York's cab?

I don't know.

I guess I still wanted him to admit to
me face to face that he'd killed Diane.

I even followed him upstairs, but just
as I had my hand in the knob, well, I

finally realized I'd only make a
complete fool of myself.

So I just went away.

How did you know York would be at the
Brown Palace Hotel?

I got a call at my studio, and then I
went over there and waited.

Who called?

I don't know.

It's just some guy who said York was
staying at the hotel.

Under the name of Angelo.

I didn't recognize the voice.

Where were you at the time of the
murder?

I was home.

Alone.

No witnesses?

No witnesses.

Well, what do you think, Mr. Mason?

I think... I think I want the truth.

If you didn't intend to shoot him, why
did you bring a gun to the hotel?

The truth.

When I went to the hotel, I did want to
kill him.

Sorry.

All right.

We'll represent you.

Don't be sorry for telling the truth.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

Do I have a chance?

Everybody has a chance, Mr. McKelvey.

You have one very good friend.

We'll try to make it two.

When I was an undergraduate, I remember
seeing this film about painters. There

was a whole section on York. That's
where I met Joel.

We had this professor, Dr.

Bainsworth, who collected these
interviews on videotape.

Almost every contemporary artist you
could think of, and York was one of

Well, you should see the one on York.

Bainsworth was a real fanatic. He used
to feed all the tapes into a computer.

What for?

To make it easier for research.

I could try to get the York tapes from
Dr.

Bainsworth. I'm not sure he's still at
the university.

I'm not sure where he is.

Della. I'll start calling first thing in
the morning.

And what'll we be doing?

You and Joel will be finding out who
knew Mr. York was still alive and in the

city.

I'm sorry.

I've just been in this emotional basket
case since it happened.

I've been looking for another studio.

And every time I walk in here, I just...

You were the one who found him.

I called him. There was no answer, so I
drove down here.

He was just lying there.

To see somebody you love like... Anyhow,
I was...

I was so hysterical when I called the
police. I don't know how they even

understood what I was saying.

But five years ago...

Weren't you the one who walked out?

That doesn't mean I didn't love him.

I just couldn't live with him anymore.

He was into drugs then?

Drugs, alcohol, other women.

I just got to the point where I felt I
had to save myself.

Why did he come to see you?

Wanted me to come back to Mexico with
him.

Swore he was clean now and...

That he still loved me.

He said we could live like kings down
there.

And what did you say?

Nothing.

So shocked at seeing him alive, I could
barely talk.

I went home that night and thought about
it, and I finally decided I'd see yes

when I saw him in the morning.

Nothing here for me anymore.

God knows I loved him.

I never stopped loving him.

Mrs. York, I need to ask a few more
questions.

How long were the two of you together?

We met when I was a student at the art
center. He was teaching a drawing class.

We were married three months later.

That was nine years ago.

Excuse me.

Those were Truman's canvases.

The whole place used to be his.

When he was gone, I took it over. I
could just never bring myself to get rid

any of his things.

But it had been so horrible.

You said there was nothing for you here.

Well, there's nobody I'm really close
to.

My work hasn't exactly been taking the
art world by storm.

I certainly like what I see.

You're on a very short list.

The only reason I've survived this long
is... except for one.

I've had to sell all the paintings
Truman left behind when he disappeared.

Sold to whom?

A man named Winston Hope. He's a big
collector of Truman's.

Did he know your husband was still
alive?

I don't know.

Now, there's one man who knew.

Philip Graff.

He's your husband's art dealer.

Truman said that Philip had been keeping
him up to date and that he had just

seen him.

Well, thank you for your time, Mrs.
York.

I'm sorry I had to intrude.

I take it you don't believe that Joel
McKelvey killed my husband.

No, I don't.

I hope whoever did do it burns in hell.

Die, Miss York.

As a matter of fact, I didn't believe it
was York, even after Damien said so.

Not until I saw his picture in the paper
after the murder.

Excuse me, who's Damien?

Damien Blakely, a young painter. I'm
giving him a one -man show here next

Hey, hey, hey, you! Be careful with
that. It's worth more than you are.

Did Blakely know York personally?

I... I don't think so. But he took off
right after York did. And he seemed

pretty upset, too.

You said York claimed the painting he
destroyed was a fake.

Was it?

My insurance company authenticated it,
and they've agreed to pay me for the

loss. Where'd you get the painting
originally?

From a collector in England when I was
there last autumn.

Lord Kingsley?

Miss Scott here says that your claim the
painting you sold to Winston Hope was

also a forgery.

Yes, but as far as I know, it's also
genuine.

I got it from the estate of a collector
in California last year.

Did you know York personally?

No. Okay.

Oh, and by the way, did either one of
you tell anybody York was here that day?

I told you. I didn't believe it was him.

Well, thanks for your cooperation.

Goodbye. Bye.

From now on, you don't open your mouth
about any goings

-on in this gallery. Do you hear me?

What the hell was that all about?

Damien.

How long have you been here?

Long enough to know that I don't like
that guy.

Who is he?

His name's Melansky.

He works for Perry Mason, Joe Motelvi's
lawyer.

Yeah.

I've heard of Mason.

He could be trouble.

I knew Truman York was still alive.

Yes.

I did correspond with him from time to
time.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

He was my friend.

Maybe I was wrong to protect him, but
I... I like to think that somebody would

have done the same for me one day if it
had ever been necessary.

I also knew that he was carrying on with
your wife.

I'm sorry.

I tried to talk him out of it, but
Lisanne was about to leave him.

York came to see you the day he was
killed.

He told his wife.

She told Perry Mason.

He told me.

Yes, he was here.

And, you know, he finally seemed to have
pulled himself together.

Did you mention to anyone that you'd
seen him?

No, of course not.

What did he want?

Well, he was concerned about some
forgeries of his work.

There were two that he knew of.

He wanted me to do something about it.

Did you do anything? No.

That night he was killed.

You're probably the world's leading
authority on York.

Why didn't you challenge the
authenticity?

Well... York destroyed the one in the
Nureyan Gallery.

And as for Hope's alleged fake, it's a
brilliant work.

Until Saturday, I had no reason to
believe that there were any fakes on the

market.

But, Joanne, over the years, I've sold a
great many of your photographs.

We go back a long way.

I don't believe that you killed Truman
York.

And I assume that since he is defending
you, Mr. Mason doesn't believe it

either. I assume that too.

Then before you go...

Then he handed

me this check.

Eh? $25 ,000. Very generous.

But we're already being paid.

He said this isn't a fee.

It's a reward for information leading to
the arrest and conviction of whomever

murdered Truman York.

Assuming I didn't.

Assuming you didn't.

Of course, Graff just might be trying to
cover his own guilt.

All right.

What else?

Well, Renee Nurian said she didn't
really believe it was York, even after

Damien Blakely told her that it was.

But if York could make the forgery claim
stick, then Nurian would be out of

business. So there's motive.

What about opportunity?

York signed the guest register at the
gallery, Michelangelo, and he put down

Brown Palace Hotel.

So she could have followed him from
there to Lisanne York's studio, just

Joel did.

See if she has an alibi.

Damian Blakely is the one who recognized
York and followed him out the door.

But there's a lot I don't get about him.
For example, he's generally considered

a third -rate hack.

But Nurian's giving him a one -man show.

What motive would Damian Blakely have?

All right, Ken, check him out.

Let's not forget Lizanne York.

She'll inherit whatever he had, and she
certainly knew where York was when he

was killed.

Harry Mason's office.

Who's calling, please?

It's for you.

Won't say who it is.

Mason.

Yes?

Yes, I'll be there.

Who's that?

Some... Woman wants to meet me.

In the garage.

Mr. Mason?

I think so.

I'm Maureen Gilman.

I work for Philip Graff.

Your client came to see Mr. Graff today.

Yes, he did.

Philip gave him a check.

A reward.

Again, yes, he did.

I think I have enough information to
collect that money.

You know who killed Truman York?

I think it was Philip Graff, or one
other person I could mention.

What reason would Graff have had to kill
York?

I've been Mr. Graff's assistant for the
last three years.

A couple of times each year, I'd accept
delivery of one or two crates from

Mexico. Mr. Graff always unpacked them
himself.

Maybe a week later, he'd announce he'd
just acquired another Truman York

somewhere.

So you figured York was sending
paintings from Mexico and Graff was

them? York was supposed to be dead, so
the paintings brought in huge prices and

huge commissions.

So? So.

The point is, if it came out York was
alive, it'd be a big scandal.

No more Philip Graff.

Who is this other person you were going
to mention?

Winston Hope.

I called him right after York left. I
told him York was in town and at the

Palace Hotel.

Why?

When I had scoped out Philip's scam, I
contacted Winston and made a deal.

I'd tip him off whenever a crate arrived
from Mexico so he'd get first crack at

buying New York.

In return, I got 5 % of the purchase
price.

Very enterprising.

I also told him New York claimed the
painting he bought from Rene Nureen was

fake.

He paid over a million dollars for it.

Ms. Gilman, you may indeed have first
call on that reward.

I'll be in touch.

I'll have the check ready.

Yes, all right.

York sent me maybe a dozen paintings in
the last five years.

Which you sold at inflated prices.

York's gone very high these days.

Where were you at the time York was
murdered?

I was at home alone in my apartment in
Humboldt Street. Can anyone substantiate

that? Why would anyone need to?

Are you implying that I had anything to
do with York's murder?

That's insane.

He was my friend.

And why would I want to kill the goose
that was laying all those beautiful

golden eggs?

I'm not implying anything, Mr. Graff.
York is dead.

Nobody can prove you were selling hardly
dried canvases of a dead man, so you're

safe. I had nothing to do with True's
murder.

Did you know York was spending the night
at his wife's studio?

No.

No, he told me he was registered at the
Brown Palace Hotel.

Sir, I can easily subpoena both your
telephone records and those from Mrs.

York's studio.

All right. He phoned me from his studio.
He wanted me to know where he was.

The York paintings from Mexico.

Did you sell any of those to Winston
Hope?

Maybe half.

Then he is also a York expert.

Tell me, how could he be fooled into
buying a fake from Rene Nourian?

Well...

I believe it is a very brilliant
forgery.

You see, Mr. Nathan, we're not talking
about some old master that can be

authenticated by structural or chemical
analysis or by any other scientific

technique. To authenticate a
contemporary work requires a very

It is an art, a talent.

That is not given to just anyone.

Now, Mr. Hope is a York enthusiast, but
I would suggest that if he wants another

York painting authenticated, then he
should employ me.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Graham.

I'll be in touch.

Mr. Mason, does the news of the Mexican
paintings have to

be made public?

Yes.

It helps me defend my client, yes.

Thank you.

Get your stuff together and get out.

I want you gone in 15 minutes.

You told him.

I'm sorry.

He figured it out for himself.

Oh, well, don't worry. I was about to
quit anyhow.

He's the cheapest boss I ever worked
for. I'm sure you'll find something very

great very soon.

Oh, I'm also counting on that reward
money.

So take good care of it.

My

name's

Ken Malansky. I called for an
appointment.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Right, right.

Come on in.

So, what do you want, Malansky?

Well, uh... Oh, yeah, this is Molly
Sikorsky.

How do you do?

Hi.

Hi.

I know this is going to sound like a
line or something, but I know that I've

seen you before.

She's one of the highest -paid print
models in the country.

How many covers, babe?

At least 15 last year.

Modern woman, Nivelle, elegant, high
style.

Way back, she used to sit for me.

And in between gigs, she still does.

Don't you, babe?

Sit, stand, lie down, whatever.

So, what's all this about?

Can I talk to you alone for a minute? I
need to ask you some questions about the

murder of Truman York.

All I know is what I read in the papers.

And we can talk in front of Marlon.

Okay.

I understand you were the one that
identified York that day he made the

disturbance at the Nureyan Gallery.

I didn't at first.

I mean, he just sort of looked familiar.

You know, but when he started yelling
fake and destroying the painting, it all

clicked.

The receptionist at the gallery says
that you left just after he did and that

you seemed to...

Upset? I wasn't that upset.

I mean, you know, it was like seeing a
ghost or something.

Mother, why don't you relax for a few
minutes?

I rushed out because I had to get back
here and get to work.

I had already wasted most of the morning
at the gallery, and I was way behind in

my work getting ready for the show.

Your one -man exhibit, right?

Right.

You were waiting for me when I got back
here.

Remember? Mm -hmm.

Did you tell anyone else that York was
alive and in town?

No. Not even Mama. Why not?

I guess I didn't think it was anybody
else's business.

Could you tell me where you were at the
time of York's murder?

Why the hell should I?

Tell it to me or tell it to the court.

What time was he killed?

The coroner estimates about 10 .30 that
night.

10 .30.

The two of us were together.

All night, as a matter of fact.

You were here working that late?

I wouldn't exactly call it working.

And it wasn't exactly here.

I'd say it was much more like... play,
and it was at Mala's.

You don't mind, do you, babe?

That true?

You and he were together all night long?

Do you have a problem with that?

No.

No, I don't have a problem with that.

Mind if I take a look around?

So, you interested in art?

Yeah, I am.

All these yours?

Sure.

Why wouldn't they be?

How many different styles?

You know, Picasso.

Do you know how many periods he went
through?

Picasso.

Right.

Well, thanks for your time.

Sorry to have interrupted your work.

Mind if I keep this brochure?

No. If you get a chance, come by and see
my show.

Yeah, I'll try to make it.

Nice meeting you.

Bye -bye.

Some business competitors think that my
interest in art is just a cover -up.

To con people into thinking that I'm
actually human, this, of course, comes

men who have to go to a watchmaker when
they have heart problems.

Do you remember our trek into Tibet?

I got you that job, Joe.

Yeah, and almost got me killed.

Now some of those photos are in this
book That was one of my first

Joe you never did sign your book for me
So, how about it

sure You know what the murder trial
coming up I bet your photos would get

the price That is a very striking
painting Yes

I got that at York's first show.

Turned out to be one of his personal
favorites.

He almost refused to sell it to me.

The York you bought from the Nureian
Gallery.

Is it here?

Sure is beautiful, isn't it?

You know, of course, York claimed it was
a fake.

So I've heard.

But I know as much about York as anyone
else.

I think it's genuine.

Of course, I'll let some experts examine
it. If it turns out to be a forgery,

I'll put it in the hands of my lawyers.

Mr. Mason would like me to ask you a few
questions.

Really?

I thought you'd like to ask me a few
questions.

Isn't it true that if York were still
alive, your collection would drop

in value?

Perhaps. But you see, Joel, I don't
collect Yorks for investment.

I collect them because they give me
nourishment for the soul.

Now, that's a rare commodity for someone
in my line of work.

Winston, where were you at the time of
York's murder?

From what I understand, he was killed
between 10 and 11 at night.

I was having dinner at Chez Louis.

It was on York, by the way.

Yes. I understand you have a personal
interest in her.

We're good friends, that's it.

If you were more than good friends, you
might have had a very interesting motive

to see York dead.

What? As you say, you're just good
friends.

I'm telling you, there is no collector
in England named Lord Kingsley. In fact,

there's no Lord Kingsley, period.

In other words, you lied to me.

Did I say I got it from Lord Kingsley?
No, I meant I bought it from an art

broker who told me that's why he got it.

Ms. Nourian, unless you tell me the
truth, we're going to subpoena your

and have each and every York painting
you ever sold examined for authenticity.

In fact, Mr. Mason may decide to do that
anyway.

Please. Just the fact that it's being
done could make it very rough on the

gallery. Of course, if they do turn out
to be fakes, you'll face serious

criminal charges.

All right, I was lying.

But if any Yorks I sold were fakes, I
swear I didn't know. Where'd you get

I mean, he swore to me they were
genuine.

Who swore?

Damien Blakely.

Well, where'd he get them?

I don't know. You mean you didn't want
to know?

You had to realize there was a good
chance they were fakes.

Is that why you're giving him the one
-man show as partial payment for the

forgeries? Yes. I mean, no, I told you.
I didn't know they were forgeries. You

stupid, big -mouthed fool. Can't you
keep your... Hello, Mr. Blakely. I've

something for you.

A subpoena.

Yeah?

Well, shove it.

Might as well take it. You've already
been served.

I hate that.

Wait here. I'll be right back.

Say, let's see that subpoena.

Don't be a idiot.

Looking for this? You drop it along the
way.

Thanks. You've just been served twice,
Mr. Blakely.

Yeah,

maybe.

Believe me, a little fun isn't over yet.

Except that he's got an alibi. My
money's on Blakely.

Your except is serious.

Yeah, I know, but he's the one that
supplied Nurian with the fake Yorks. He

probably forged them himself.

And if York exposed him, he'd be in deep
trouble.

Well, that certainly gives him a motive,
but what makes you think he's a forger?

Well, when I was at his studio, I saw
these paintings of his.

They were in all these different styles,
but the main thing is the guy's got a

violent streak a mile wide.

If he's as violent as you say, be
careful.

Right. Speaking of motive...

Winston Hope seems to have a pretty good
one.

You're saying his art collection would
be worth a lot less if York stayed

Yeah.

What about our other suspects?

The only others who knew York was alive
are Philip Graff, Lisanne York, Renee

Nourian, Maureen Gilman, and you.

Well, we'll stay on all of them.

Della, I'd like you to chase the money
trail.

What money?

New York forgery seemed to lie at the
bottom of all this. I want to know where

the profits went.

Ken, I've been thinking about you and
Blakely. I don't want any violence, so

I'll go see him.

36 hours, 36 hours.

The hearing starts in 36 hours.

That's not a lot of time to come up with
a lot more than we have right now.

I hope it's okay I dropped by.

Um, well, I was expecting someone else.

You got a minute?

Yeah, I guess. Come on in.

I better put something on.

Well, you don't have to change it in my
account.

Didn't seem to bother you yesterday.

It shouldn't bother me.

while it didn't bother me.

Look, work is one thing. It's what I do
for a living, but outside of work, it's

an entirely different ballgame.

Especially with a man I hardly even
know.

We could get to know each other.

So, what do you want?

I just wanted to confirm that you and
Damian Blakely were together the night

that Truman York was murdered.

I told you we were.

Yeah, I know, but I thought maybe if he
wasn't around...

You might remember it differently.

I remember it exactly the way it was.

We were together here the entire night.

Are you and he a couple?

You know, a long time ago we were. We
still go out a lot, and once in a while

end up in bed together for old time's
sake, I guess.

So you're not seeing anybody special
right now?

Is that your business?

No, it's not.

but I figured maybe some night we could
have dinner together.

Um, look, I think you've got the wrong
idea about me. I don't have any idea

about you, except that I thought maybe
it might be nice to spend a quiet

together.

All right, why don't you just give me a
call? But I'm expecting somebody, and it

might look kind of funny if you were
here.

Yeah, okay.

So what about tonight?

Dinner?

Yeah, but you know what? I've really got
to get dressed. Well, I'll pick you up

at eight.

Okay.

It's the last painting I have left of
truth.

It's very good.

Yes, it's also the reason why I was
having dinner at Chez Louis with Winston

Hope that night.

What time did he take you home?

About 11 .15.

You worked together the whole evening?

Yes.

Except for about a half an hour.

Half an hour?

Winston excused himself, said he had to
make a business call.

The baby was gone for so long, I was
ready to walk out. When he finally came

back, very apologetic, said he had
trouble getting an overseas line.

Again, I like your work.

Thank you.

But I'm afraid if they were really good,
they'd be in other people's houses

instead of mine.

Do you know Renee Nourian?

Yeah, I've met her a few times. Gallery
openings, that kind of thing.

What about Damien Blakely?

The painter?

I've heard the name. That's about all.

Of course you know Philip Graff.

Of course.

For years.

He's also a neighbor.

I thought he lived on the other side of
town.

He does, but...

Maybe you don't know this about Philip.
He started as a painter himself.

When he couldn't make a go of it, he
opened a gallery.

But he still sort of plays at it. He has
a small studio in the same building

where I have mine.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. York.

You've been a great help.

is a damn liar.

I don't know where she got her fake
Yorks from, if that's what they are, but

sure as hell wasn't from me. If not you,
who?

How would I know?

Look, I don't have to steal, and I don't
have to forge anybody's work.

Because you're a big success?

Because I sure as hell am going to be.

Bigger than that phony York ever dreamed
of.

Especially after my show next week.

What if Nurian cancels the show?

I'll sue her for every cent she's got.

No.

It's understandable.

Painter works for years and years.

Never really develops the style of his
own.

But he's got to live.

So he rips off the work of a more
successful artist.

Get out of here. Why don't you just tell
me... I said get out of here. Look,

Blakely... Get the hell out of here!

I can always get you the name of a good
lawyer.

So you started out as an artist, Mom.

And you grew up in the Northeast, went
to college in Colorado, and became a

lawyer.

We've been over all that.

Yeah, I guess we have.

So you ever pose for Truman York?

Once.

If he was so strung out on coke, he
never finished the painting.

Well, too bad.

What do I care? I've run into a lot of
whacked -out painters in my time.

That's why I got into print work.

People are saying, and the money's a lot
better.

I said that before, too, didn't I?

Yeah, I guess so.

You know, I've got this early call for
this gig tomorrow, so maybe you could

take me home?

Yeah, sure.

Okay. Check, please.

Look, it's not even 10 o 'clock.

Is something bothering you? There's
nothing bothering me. Because if there

could come up and we could have a cup of
coffee and talk about it.

It's just too late.

And remember I warned you that you may
have the wrong idea about me.

What about if I call you tomorrow night?

I don't think so.

Thank you for dinner, though.

Maybe not.

Do you remember Miss Sikorsky coming
here with a man named Damian Blakely a

ago Saturday night?

Damian Blakely?

Yeah, they're old friends.

He's an artist type about my height.
Evidently, they go out a lot.

Doesn't go out a lot with anyone you
describe.

Well, who does she go out a lot with?

Who knows?

I guess what I mean is, she goes out a
lot with someone else.

Matter of fact, if she keeps her
pattern, she'll probably be heading out

any minute.

What kind of car does she drive?

Red and gray Mustang, parked right out
front.

But we have an emergency.

The point is, is that we're in trouble.

The whole damn thing is getting bogged
down. We have a deadline to meet. We do

not have time to screw around.

Let's take five minutes among ourselves
and get this all worked out.

Okay? Be back.

Hi, gorgeous.

Hey.

So, what's the evil word?

The evil word is very good. I got the
money. I got all the money. The whole

,000? Beautiful, baby.

Beautiful.

Yeah, and not only did Hope have artwork
in his office, he had photos.

Personal stuff.

His climbing expeditions, racing stints,
stuff like that.

I still think Blakely's our man.

He's a serious contender.

Contender?

Blakely must have found out that York
was at his wife's studio and killed him

that York couldn't expose him as a
forger.

Della, it may be difficult, but I'll
need the phone records of every public

phone booth within a block or two of the
Nurian Gallery.

What for?

If you're right about Blakely, it could
help prove he was the anonymous caller

who tipped off Joel.

I'll get on it right away.

Oh, and I located Professor Bainsworth.

Joel, see if the professor has a copy of
that tape.

And tomorrow afternoon I'll have those
financial records. The hearing's at 10.

5 p .m., all right.

Right now I'm betting Blakely's records
are the only ones that count.

He's not the only suspect.

Barry, this is our murderer.

Yes.

Miss Gilman had told me she had seen
Truman York and he was staying at the

Palace. I had my driver take me there.

So you heard Mr. York give the cab
driver the address of Mrs. York's studio

122 Market Street, did you not?

I suppose I did, but I didn't go there.
You can ask my driver. I did.

But he only works for you during the
day.

Mr. Hope, why were you going to York's
hotel?

I paid a very high price for one of his
paintings.

York claimed it was a fake. I wanted to
find out why.

Would you please tell the court where
you were on the evening of Mr. York's

murder? Certainly.

At her request, I had dinner with Luzon
York to discuss my purchase of one of

her husband's paintings.

Which you did not buy.

Well, at the present time...

I'm experiencing a small cash flow
problem. And Mr. York's Lazarus -like

from the dead would have caused a
serious decline in the value of his

Perhaps. And perhaps you were about to
lose the more than $1 million you'd paid

the Nureyan Gallery for a painting that
was being called a fake.

Mr. Hope, where did you and Mrs. York
dine that evening?

St. Louis.

Very fine food, Chez Louis.

And during dinner, you were absent for
approximately one half hour.

I know, it was very rude, but I urgently
had to make an overseas phone call.

Isn't Chez Louis only four short blocks
from the studio where Mr. York was

murdered?

I really don't know. One half hour would
be plenty of time for a man to travel

four blocks, commit a murder...

and returned to a restaurant to finish
that wonderful dinner.

Objection. Argumentative. Move to
strike.

Defained and granted.

Mr. Hope, you have some photographs on
your office wall.

In one of them, you are part of a
mountain -climbing expedition.

So what?

So, whoever killed Mr.

York had to climb to the roof and then
rappel to the floor below.

A skill with which you are more than
familiar.

Objection, Your Honor.

I have no further questions.

Mr. Fryman.

Mr. Hope.

I have never climbed a mountain.

Now, the distance between the skylight
and the floor of the studio is roughly

to 18 feet. In your opinion, could an
inexperienced climber like myself have

been able to make such a vast descent?

Of course, anybody in this room could
have done that.

That's including the judge.

One more question, Mr. Hope. Do you have
any proof that you did indeed make an

overseas call from the phone booth at
Chez Louis?

As a matter of fact, the bill arrived
yesterday, and the call was charged to

credit card.

You think you might bring us a copy of
that bill, Mr. Hope?

Mr. Mason might find it interesting
reading.

I read it.

I have it right here.

Nothing further.

Witness may step down.

Next witness.

Mr. Mason. The defense calls Philip
Graff.

Mr. Graff, at my request, you

examined a group of paintings allegedly
executed by Truman York, paintings

purchased from the Nureyan Gallery over
the past few years. Is that correct?

Yes.

And what was your opinion, your opinion,
of those paintings?

Each and every one of them was a fake.

Brilliantly executed, but nonetheless
forgeries.

You're sure?

Mr. Mason, I have been Truman York's art
dealer for 15 years.

I know the entire body of his work.

Including the ones York was shipping to
you from Mexico after he was dead.

Yes, those two.

No further questions.

Mr. Fryman?

Oh, nothing, Your Honor.

Mr. Mason?

Please call Renée Nourian to the stand.

Every York painting I bought and then
sold was supplied to me by Damien

Weren't you just a little suspicious as
to where Blakely got those paintings?

No. No?

No?

Thank you, Miss Nourian. No more
questions.

Mr. Fryman?

No questions.

No more questions?

No more questions, Miss Nourian.

You may step down.

The offense calls Damian Blakely.

Mr. Blakely, we've heard Renee Nourian
testify.

That you were her sole supplier of the
alleged York paintings.

Alleged? Well, they were genuine.

Where did you obtain those paintings?

Different collectors.

Why didn't they sell their paintings
through legitimate dealers?

Okay.

I know this will probably get me in
trouble, but... You see, word got around

that I could, uh...

Wash them.

Wash them?

Well, you know, launder them.

They'd give me the paintings, and I'd
arrange a sale where they wouldn't have

pay any capital gains tax.

You also heard Philip Graff testify that
all those paintings were fakes.

Yeah.

Well, maybe Mr. Graff has his reasons
for saying that.

Like maybe he wanted to keep the prices
up on the Yorks he was smuggling in from

Mexico. Mr. Blakely, is it true you
paint in various styles?

Yes.

But if you're implying that I forged
those paintings, forget it.

I never forged anybody's work in my
life.

I've heard you say that before.

Now, where were you at the time Truman
York was murdered?

Oh, I spent the night with a model I
work with, Mala Sikorsky.

No more questions.

But I reserve the right to recall this
witness.

Mr. Fryman?

No questions.

Witness is excused, subject to recall.

Defense calls Mala Sikorsky.

Raise your right hand, please.

Do you swear to tell the truth? Do you
think this could be our whole case?

I do. I think so, too.

Why don't you ask me what I think?

Miss Sikorsky, you just heard Damien
Blakely testify that you and he spent

night of the murder together.

Yes. And before this trial began,

You signed a statement to that effect.

Yes, I did.

Was that signed statement true?

No, it was not.

And you have no knowledge of Mr.
Blakely's whereabouts on that night?

No. None.

Why were you willing to lie for Mr.
Blakely?

He gave me $35 ,000.

You were willing to perjure yourself?

For money?

Yes.

You no longer need the money?

No, I need the money very much.

My husband is in the hospital dying of
hepatic encephalopathy caused by drug

abuse.

I'm the one that got him hooked on
drugs.

I kicked the habit, but he couldn't.

I'm working with a friend of mine on a
drug program, and we're trying to

money.

But I need money now for my husband's
hospital bill. You see, we don't have

insurance, so no matter how much I work,
the money's never nearly enough.

So I thought I would pick up a fast $35
,000 from Damien.

I'm sorry I lied, but when you love
someone, you do things.

And I'd probably do it again.

But I'm not lying now.

I don't believe you are. Thank you. No
further questions.

Okay. You see, after that guy from your
office

called, I figured I might be a suspect
or something, and it'd be better if I

an alibi.

So I made the deal with Mala.

You know, but I had nothing to do with
killing York. I didn't even know the

Mr. Blakely, what if I told you that
moments after you followed Truman York

of the Nureyan Gallery, a phone call was
made to Joel McKelvey's studio?

I wouldn't know what you're talking
about.

Mr. McKelvey is prepared to testify.

It was your voice telling him Truman
York was at the Brown Palace.

So I made the call. So what?

So you made the call. Why?

Well, I was worried York might get me
into some trouble I didn't deserve.

I mean, and of course, everybody knew
the way McKelvey felt about York.

So I thought maybe if he knew where York
was, he'd, you know, he'd do something.

Like what, sir?

Like murder. Like murder.

Mr.

Blakely, isn't it true that you killed
Truman York?

Because you were afraid he would reveal
your forgeries?

No.

And you've got nothing to back that up.

Oh, yes, I have.

Right here.

I have no further questions at this
time, and I reserve the right to recall

witness.

No questions.

Then this witness is accused.

The court is recessed until 10 o 'clock
tomorrow morning.

What the hell are you trying to do to
me, Mr. Mason?

Nothing, Mr. Graff.

I was only attempting to get everything
in this case before the court.

That business of the paintings from
Mexico could ruin me.

Mr. Graff, Joel McKelvey isn't the only
one who might have had reason to kill

York. That's a key element of our
defense.

But if I accused anybody, it was Damien
Blakely.

Yes?

Well, you're way off base there, too.

What makes you think so?

Because there is no way that a mediocre
hat like Blakely could possibly have

faked those paintings.

They're simply too good.

He's right.

Perry, I think you should look at these
right away.

Financial records?

More of Blakely's, but very important.

Why don't you just give me a summary?

Over the last three and a half years,
Blakely has deposited a series of

checks from Rene Nurian.

For the fake Yorks? And each time, he
immediately withdrew half the amount in

cash.

So he was paying somebody off.

Evidently. Yeah, but who?

Ken, go to Blakely's studio. Wait for
him if you have to.

Tell him I need to talk to him tonight,
and I don't care how late it is.

He won't be thrilled to see me. I have
to speak to him before I get him back on

the stand.

On my way.

I can't face it anymore. Sorry about
everything.

Damien.

I touched the note before I thought
about fingerprints.

It's okay, Mr. Polanski.

Well, too bad for you guys, this note
isn't a little more specific.

What does that mean?

It means at least he could have
confessed to York's murder as it is.

still on the hook and your number one
suspect has just been wheeled out of his

door. He says in the note, sorry about
everything.

Well, he could have meant that he was
sorry about the paintings that he

This guy was facing some pretty stiff
charges.

Until tonight, it didn't seem to bother
him.

Well, evidently it bothered him enough
to put a bullet through his head.

Maybe. We found his gun registration,
sir, and it's a match.

That doesn't mean it was suicide.

Counselor, his gun, a suicide note, he's
facing serious charges, maybe even a

murder rap.

Now, are you saying that it is not a
suicide, Counselor?

In court this afternoon, Blakely walked
off the stand as if he didn't have a

care in the world.

He looked as smug as he does in this
picture.

Something wrong, Perry?

No.

Brock's just helped me figure out who
killed York and Blakely.

It may be impossible to prove, but you
can't call it wrong.

Can you?

No.

No.

Yes, I'm currently chairman of the
Department of Fine Arts at Midwestern

University, and prior to that, I was
professor of art at Lincoln College here

Colorado.

And for the past ten years, you've been
engaged in collecting videotape

interviews of American painters. Yes.
Dr. Bainsworth, would you briefly

your methodology?

Certainly. I tape the interviews, and
they may last as long as three or four

hours, and then have them computerized.
Now, in that way, my students and other

researchers may either view the entire
film or access the artist with a

question. In other words...

If one enters a question through an
electronic keyboard, the response will

appear on a video screen.

Your Honor, I object to this entire line
of questioning as totally irrelevant

and diversionary. The purpose of Dr.

Bainsworth's testimony is to lay a
foundation for the appearance of my next

witness. And who is your next witness,
Counselor?

I would like my next witness to be, in
essence,

Truman York.

What's going on here, Your Honor? Mr.
Mason is insulting this court. Truman

is dead.

But he is recorded for many hours on
videotape in interviews conducted by Dr.

Bainsworth. Your Honor. Just a moment,
please.

Are you saying it is your wish to cross
-examine a videotape?

Well, yes, Your Honor.

First question, please give us your
name.

Truman York is the real name.

My parents were ardent Democrats.

Second question.

How long have you been painting?

Well, I guess you could say I've been
painting since I was about three years

when I decided that the family dog
looked better with green stripes.

Seriously, I guess.

I guess...

High school, I realized that I wanted to
be a professional artist.

Question three.

Do you believe there are any specific
rules to the creation of art?

I think there's a basic truth to art,
and that's that there are no limits or

rules.

If there were, it would cease to be the
full and free expression of the

individual, which is what art is, or at
least what it should be. Your

Honor. How long are we to be subjected
to this?

Will there be a point, Mr. Mason?

I believe so, Your Honor.

Very well. Proceed.

Last question.

Are there any rules which you as an
artist impose upon yourself?

Well, one imperative is that I never do
the same thing twice.

See?

or if I'm unable to capture the essence
of a subject, I realize there's a

lack of necessary empathy, and I'm out
of here.

I'm on to the next thing.

Thank you, Professor Bainsworth. Thank
you very much. I have no further

questions. Mr. Fryman?

At my house, my 10 -year -old son plays
the video games.

No questions.

The defense calls Lisanne York.

No, I'm afraid I didn't know Damien
Blakely.

Then, of course, you've never been to
his studio.

No. As you know, Mrs. York, the subpoena
that brought you here today also

required you to bring with you what you
claim to be the last painting of your

late husband that you still own.

You didn't have to subpoena me or the
painting. I would have been happy to

it here voluntarily.

Nevertheless, I would like you to
identify it for us.

Yes, that's mine.

Indicating the painting of a girl
reading a book on a balcony.

That was painted by your husband, Truman
York?

Of course.

Defense requests that the painting be
marked Exhibit D for identification.

It will be so marked.

Now, Mrs. York, I'd like to show you
another painting.

This painting belongs to Winston Hope,
and it has hung in his office for many

years. In light of your husband's
imperative about never painting the same

subject twice, can you explain what has
happened here?

Obviously, Mr. Hope's paintings are
fake.

I have no more questions at this time,
but I reserve the right to recall the

witness. Granted.

Does the district attorney wish to cross
-examine?

No, Your Honor.

The witness is excused, subject to
recall.

Defense recalls Philip Grapp.

I apologize for recalling you, Mr.
Grapp, but do you recognize this?

Oh, yes, of course.

Vincent Hope bought this painting at the
very first showing of Truman York's

work.

They actually was a favorite of True's.

I had to talk him into parting with it.

Your Honor, I ask that this painting be
marked Defense Exhibit E for

identification.

It will be so marked.

Mr. Graff, as Truman York's dealer for
more than 15 years, did you ever know

to repeat a subject in his work?

No, absolutely not.

Truman was an absolute stickler about
that.

Then how do you explain the painting
there?

Mrs. York testified it was painted by
her husband.

I can only assume that it is a fake.

Thank you, Mr. Graff. No further
questions.

Mr. Fryman?

Nothing, Your Honor.

Witness is excused.

Thank you.

I recall...

Lisanne York, in request, I be allowed
to question her as a hostile witness.

Granted.

Mrs. York, isn't it true that you and
Damien Blakely were business associates?

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

The two of you were in the business of
selling forged paintings.

Forgeries of your husband's work,
selling them to the Nourian Gallery and

possibly others.

That's ridiculous. I didn't even know
Damien Blakely.

Blakely was the one who slipped the
fakes into the art market.

But you were the one who painted them.

You were the one who painted the
forgeries.

That's crazy.

Mrs. York, we know this painting is
genuine.

So according to your husband's own
words, this one must be a fake.

I submit, in the four years you lived
with York, you managed brilliantly to

his exact technique and style.

Your forgeries fooled everyone.

Everyone, except your husband.

If anyone was forging Truman's
paintings, it must have been Damien

You and Mr.

Blakely had a great thing going, didn't
you?

But it was threatened by your husband's
sudden reappearance.

Which of you decided York must be
killed?

Which of you decided Blakely should call
Joel McKelvey so he could be set up to

take the fall?

This is all a lie.

I submit that Damien Blakely murdered
your husband the very evening you were

having dinner with Winston Hope.

A dinner intended to give you an alibi.

But then suddenly...

Suddenly, Mrs. York, it became apparent
to you evidence was piling up against

Blakely. You knew if he were arrested
for York's murder, he'd name you.

You're making all this up.

So, Mrs. York, you went to his studio
and calmly, calmly

shot him dead.

You didn't have to break in. Both of you
had keys.

His suicide note was an easy matter for
a master forger, wasn't it? No.

Why are you doing this to me? I told you
before, I didn't even know Damien

Blakely. Oh, that's right, I forgot.

You didn't even know Damien Blakely.

Mrs. York.

We are showing you a blow -up of a
photograph of Damien Blakely appearing

advertising brochure for his exhibit at
the Nourian Gallery.

We'll mark this, Your Honor, Defense
Exhibit F.

No objection.

It will be so marked.

And this is a blow -up of a police photo
taken at the scene of Blakely's alleged

suicide, which we'll mark as Defense
Exhibit G.

No objection.

It will be so marked.

If you'll notice, both pictures feature
the same chair and the same stand.

In the police photograph, there is
something missing.

A piece of metal sculpture on the stand.

This morning at 7 .19, at my request,
the police obtained a warrant, searched

your studio, and found that.

Look familiar?

It should.

It's the sculpture missing from the
second photograph.

Mrs. York, how did your original
sculpture get to Damien Blakely's

before he was killed?

And how did it end up in your studio
after he was killed?

I don't know.

I submit that after you shot and killed
Damien Blakely...

You took the sculpture so there would be
no apparent link between you.

But there was a link, wasn't there?

A very deadly one.

A deadly conspiracy.

You conspired to kill your husband.

And you murdered Damien Blakely, didn't
you?

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

You conspired to kill your husband.

And you murdered Damien Blakely, did you
not?

Well, I had to.

Don't you see?

Truman nearly destroyed me.

As a monster.

Couldn't let him do that to me again.

So I let Damien kill him.

But he wasn't really dead.

Not really.

I saw Truman every time I looked in
Damien's eyes.

I just had to get free.

You can understand that, can't you?

Can't you?

I understand that you conspired to
murder your husband.

And then conspired to put the blame on
Joel McKelvey for that murder.

I understand that you did murder Damian
Blakely.

Do you understand all those things, Mrs.
York?

I move that all charges against Joel
McKelvey be dismissed.

Your Honor, the people have no
objection.

Motion granted, Mr. Mason. The defendant
is free to go.

And I order the witness, Lizanne York,
be held on two charges of first -degree

murder.

The court is now adjourned.

Yeah.

We're at the home of Max Parrish,
Caitlin's father and manager, where

Caitlin Parrish is marrying actor Gary
Hawk.

Like us, Caitlin's fans are here hoping
to get a glimpse of the happy couple,

but so far we're all out of luck.

I'm Ann Liebman, Entertainment Today,
outside the Parrish Mansion.

Maybe Gary was right. They would have
found you wherever you went.

You're a star.

At least this way you have your family,
your friends.

You know, you and Dad are the only ones
I care about.

You and Uncle Perry.

Are you sure he's coming?

Well, he said he would. And Perry Mason
always keeps his word.

Whoops, it's almost four o 'clock. I'll
tell your father you're ready.

I'm so happy for you.

Thank you, Mom.

Let the others keep an eye on the
ground.

I want at least one of you two in here
on duty at all times.

We'll take care of it, sir.

Any of those gifts get stolen, it's your
personal responsibility.

You got it, Mr. Parrish.

This is my daughter's special day.

I don't want anything to spoil it. We'll
take care of it, sir.

What's your problem?

I busted a gut to land this job. I'm not
losing it.

Put it away.

Lighten up.

Look, you don't know me, so I'm telling
you.

I won't ask you again.

Put it away.

What a real attitude, you know that,
pal?

I ain't your pal.

No kidding.

Hello, Max.

It's great to see you. You remember
Della? Of course. Glad you could come.

Me too.

Glad to meet you. I love weddings.

Usually so do I. My wife calls me a
hopeless romantic.

It's been too long, Perry.

Where are the women in your life?

They're both upstairs. I haven't seen
either one since early this morning.

Here's the bridegroom, Gary Hawks.

Handsome young man.

Oh, he's a star on a daytime soap.

One life for tomorrow.

I happened to see it once.

You saw it twice.

I saw it once.

He's very good.

Who'd have ever thought I'd be father
-in -law to Brad Hawks' boy?

It's a strange world, Perry.

Well, duty calls.

Didn't you tell me that Gary's father
was Max's partner?

Yeah, in a talent agency. When it broke
up, they never spoke to each other

again.

Brad died a few years ago in a car
accident with his wife.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What, are you nervous?

Yeah. Well, maybe I should marry Kay.

Make sense?

What are you talking about?

You know, I work for her dad.

Marrying the both of daughters is a very
good career move. So if you're really

nervous, then we'll switch. I'll be the
groom.

You can be the best now. You're a pal,
Sam, but I gotta go.

Mr. Hawks?

This is Della Street. I'm Perry Mason.
It's a pleasure.

Kay always says you're her favorite
uncle. I'm her only uncle.

Okay.

Mr.

Mason, I'm Hannah Hawks, Gary's sister.
Ah, the maid of honor. Yes.

I just wanted to tell you that I've
studied all your cases.

And I hope I'm half as good as you are
someday.

Are you a lawyer?

Knock on wood.

Well, up until a few years ago, I
thought I was a singer, but I switched

I'm taking the bar next week.

Good luck to you. Thank you.

Maybe we can talk later? Of course we
can.

Okay, thanks.

Harry, I'm so glad you could make it.

Laura, you look wonderful.

Oh.

And you have not changed a bit.

You remember what I used to say.

You never change, Perry Mason. You only
weather.

And Della, of course.

I've heard so much about you.

It must be quite a day for you.

Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Parrish.
Laura, please.

Perry, thank you.

Thank you for coming.

You have no idea how much this means to
me.

They're waiting.

Just coming.

Max Parrish.

I told you everything I know. What more
do you want?

No, you can't come out. Not today.

Because I'm telling you, not today.

The commission again?

Can you believe that they would call
here today?

Dad, can't your lawyers do something?

Now they're intimating that someone may
have some new evidence.

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

Let me look at you.

Maybe you should talk to Uncle Perry.

Sweetheart, this is your wedding day,
and nothing is going to spoil it.

to imagine that I've known Caitlin since
she was born.

I don't believe you ever told me how you
came to know Max and Laura.

Laura and I worked on the same civil
rights committee.

What civil rights committee?

Oh, around 25 years ago.

The year you registered at Georgetown?

That year, yes.

Laura and I spent a lot of time
together.

Laura and Max were going through a very
bad time. They filed for divorce.

How'd they get back together?

Oh, they hit a very rough patch, but
they weathered it.

Laura had found out she was pregnant.

Now, they're the happiest couple I know.

Especially today, huh?

Especially today.

Please.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together
here in the face of God and in the face

of this company to join together this
man and woman in holy matrimony.

That which is honorable among all men
and therefore is not by any to be

into unadvisedly or lightly, but
reverently.

I can't believe I'm listening.

If any person here can show us the cause
of these people should not be joined

together.

Let them speak now or forever. Get out
of my way.

Get away from me.

I thought you'd get away with this,
didn't you?

Hello, Lon.

Why don't you sit down?

Don't invite me to my own nephew's
wedding.

My own brother's son.

It's a matter of match, you forget?

No, I didn't forget, Lon.

Your new father -in -law thinks he's too
good for me.

Lon, for God's sake.

It's Kay's wedding day.

Well, you're not better than me.

And this will show you.

I'm getting security.

This will show you just what kind of man
you really are. I'm lying.

Sorry,

everybody. If you'll just give us a
moment, everything will be just fine.

him into the study.

Please just give us a moment.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Your uncle Ron, isn't he ever going to
leave us alone?

I mean, last time we gave him money, he
swore he'd never come back.

I could kill him.

You want us to call the cops, Mr.
Parrish? No cops, no reporters. What do

mean, my study?

Here, I'll get that door for you.

Don't waste it, son.

I guess he can't bother anybody in here.

Does this door lead to the dining room?

Yeah, I liked it from the other side,
remember?

Keep him in here.

What's that?

Nothing.

Give it to me.

Sleep it off, buddy boy.

Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of
everything.

But it's your wedding day. It's
terrible.

Mom, it's all right.

I promise.

I mean, if this hits the news, I'll sell
another three million CDs. Easy.

The staff says they'll have everything
cleared up in 20 or 30 minutes. Well,

thanks, Perry.

I'd better make an announcement.

Mom, take my mom and get some champagne.
Sure.

I won't let anyone or anything spoil
your wedding day.

Remember, that's a promise.

Ladies and gentlemen, good friends, I'm
sorry for the interruption.

We'll be ready to continue in just a
little while, so just have some

and thank you for your patience.

Wrong question.

Could you play something, please?

Max, don't you have a keepsake gift for
each of the guests? You know, maybe if

we handed them out now, we could fill
some time.

Good idea, Sam.

It's my job, sir. I'm the best man.

They're in the dining room. And, Sam,
thanks.

Thanks for buying a collection of
Western High.

That's beautiful.

Sam? Hmm?

Where are they?

The keepsake gifts.

Oh, I'm sorry, Max.

I couldn't find them.

Well, they're on the side table in the
dining room. I'll go. No, no.

I'll have them.

I forgot to send the card and my
present.

Are you all right, Hannah?

Oh, I'm fine.

Really.

Thanks, Gary.

Reverend Roper's ready to try again if
we are. Great, great. Sam, Sam. What?

Tell me, have you seen Kate?

Well, you didn't lose her, did you?

She wanted to have it out with your
Uncle Lon. I asked you five minutes to

watch. You're the truth, Karen. You
better go.

I thought I had talked her out of it.

My daughter in there.

Couldn't stop him, Paris.

That's right.

So after you took Mr. Hall to the study,
you guys were on duty out here the

whole time? Yeah, just like Mr. Parrish
told us. And no one went in or out,

you're saying, except Miss Parrish,
right? Like we said, nobody.

Lieutenant, mission staff will have to
call you back.

Good. Doc, so, um... What's going to
happen, Perry?

That depends on Lieutenant Brock.

Miss Parrish, would you have a look at
this, please?

That's right.

But you took it with your left hand.

You are left -handed, are you not, Miss
Parrish?

Yes, so what?

That's what it means. I'm placing you
under arrest for the murder of Alonzo

Hawks. Sergeant, would you read on the
right? Wait, wait. Just tell them, Kate.

Carrie. Caitlin, tell them that under
advice of counsel, you've been

not to answer any questions.

Judging by the...

Entry angle of the knife wound.

The killer had to be left -handed.

Doctor, you're certain the autopsy will
confirm that?

No question.

Well, thank you, Doctor. Mr. Mason, you
saw for yourself. Your client is a left

-handed artist.

That's all you've got?

Let's see what I got.

I got a room here, sir, with bars on the
window.

I got a victim left in here.

Unconscious, but alive.

I got two doors.

One locked, the other under constant
surveillance by the security men

And I have a suspect, sir.

Caitlin Parrish, who made threatening
remarks against the victim and was then

found standing over the body of the
victim. One long...

And that's what I've got, Mr. Mason.

That... The key was in the

lock on this side.

Anyone could have entered the study from
this room. I personally saw several

people come in and out before Hawks was
found dead.

Yes, Mr. Mason, but... Your client was
the only one found standing over the

person with the murder weapon at her
feet and blood on her hands.

Now, why would she kill him?

What possible motive could she have had?

Mr. Mason, I'm working on that, sir.

I'm working on that. Now, would you like
to talk to your client before I take

her downtown, sir?

Thank you.

Caitlin, Hawks was a violent man.

If somehow you caused his death... I
didn't do it, Perry.

I didn't do it.

The blood on your hands.

He was lying on the sofa.

I thought he wasn't asleep.

So I tried to wake him. Then I saw the
knife.

He was dead.

Why did you want to wake him?

Why did you go in there in the first
place?

I was mad.

He attacked Dad. He ruined our wedding,
Dad. I don't know what I wanted to do.

Just tell him off, I guess.

I didn't kill him.

You have to believe me.

Caitlin, I believe you.

But there are others who will have to
convince you.

I feel so sorry for her mother.

First call Ken.

If he's still fishing, get him back to
me to arrange bail.

Who did that?

Somebody knocked my coat on the floor.
And I had Caitlin's wedding invitation

the pocket.

So you lost it.

But it's a collector's item, Eddie,
especially now.

What's that?

Looks like a backstage concert, Pat.

The girl who owns this pass was hiding
in that closet.

She would have had a clear view of this
whole front hall.

She probably saw something.

More than probably.

I'll call Ken.

later this morning.

Nobody is talking yet, but we'll keep
you informed.

Thank you for that report, Louise.

Elsewhere in the news, a major traffic
accident on the Interstate 80 north of

Denver... My pal.

This isn't a real pass.

It's a giveaway.

A what?

Rock Club's handing these out by the
hundreds as promotions.

Kids put their photos in them and use
them like they're the real thing, but

they're not. So there's no way to trace
the girl in that photo?

I wouldn't say that. We know she's a fan
of Caitlin's. We also know she's 5 '2",

16 years old, with short brown hair.

The girl, Della, the girl that ran away
from us at the wedding.

Oh, yes.

Brown eyes.

I'll take this to the club that gave it
out. If this girl's a regular there,

somebody might recognize her picture.

Ken, I had the security men make a list
of everyone who entered the dining room

while Hawks was in the study. I'd like
them checked out.

Sam Wall, Hannah Hawks, Max Barish.

Everyone, including the two security
men. Ken, you take Hannah. I'll take

Right. But first, you have to... But
first, I have to get Caitlin released on

bail. I know.

My name's Malaski, Ken Malaski. I work
with Craig Mason. You might have heard

him.

Is this your handout?

Uh -huh.

Great.

You ever seen this girl in your club?

No.

Mm -hmm.

You like body art, Ken?

Body art?

Tattoos?

Got any?

You know, somehow I never found the
time.

It's a shame you have to skin for it.

It's a shame to waste it.

Yeah, well, thanks.

Look, could you give me a call on my
mobile phone?

Anytime. I mean, if you see this girl.

Think about a dragon right there.

I'd love to work on you I'll think about
it Call me if you see the girl, okay?

Caitlin, did you know your father was
under investigation? By the State Artist

Commission?

Of course I knew.

It's been going on for weeks. It's old
news.

Not to me.

My father's a talent manager.

He manages me, he manages Gary, he
manages 15 or 20 other top actors and

singers. Look, you manage that many
people who make that much money. You're

magnet for lawsuits.

It's part of the business, Mr. Mason.

My father has always been completely
honest and fair.

He's never been accused of anything
illegal.

Until now.

The commission thinks Max embezzled a
quarter of a million dollars in client

funds. That's a lie.

Lie or not, why wasn't I told about it?

This has got nothing to do with Gary
Uncle Lon.

Lieutenant Brock thinks it does.

So does the DA.

They think it's an absolute motive for
murder.

Now.

Is there anything else I should know?

No.

Caitlin, it's been a long time since
you've been told what to do.

But from here on in, I'm going to tell
you what to do.

He's the man, Kate.

Understood? All right.

All right.

She needs you, Mr. Mason.

She knows it, and it scares her.

Please, you've got to help her.

Yes, I do.

I know we should have told you about the
commission investigation, Perry, but

Kay insisted that we keep it quiet.

Why? If something like this went public,
I could lose my business.

Max, the prosecution's going to bring it
out at the hearing.

Tell me about the investigation.

$250 ,000 is missing from our client
accounts.

The commission claims I embezzled it.

Any idea who took the money?

Could have been anyone in the firm.

I'm ready to make restitution, but the
commission wants to investigate.

Is that a problem?

The records are gone.

Wiped out by computer error.

Whoever took the money must have done
it.

I have no way of finding out who.

Where are you subpoenaed?

Eight days ago.

Let me see the subpoena.

It's at home.

In your study.

where Lieutenant Brock found it the day
of the murder. Damn.

That's what he meant when he told me he
was working on a motive.

How could the commission's investigation
have anything to do with the motive for

Lon's murder? We were there. We all saw
it. Lon Hawks brandishing an envelope

and saying, this will show everybody
what kind of a man you really are.

He was drunk.

Who knows what he meant?

Max.

That envelope wasn't found on Hawks'
body.

What are you saying?

I'm saying the prosecution is going to
suggest that envelope contained

incriminating to you. They're going to
suggest Caitlin killed Hawks and hid the

envelope to protect you. That's
ridiculous. She had the murder weapon.

She was alone in the room with the body.
Is that ridiculous?

Who else has access to your computer?

Anyone using the main terminal has to go
through me and log.

Miss Hawks, I'm impressed.

I like to stay in shape, Mr... Malansky,
Ken Malansky. I work with Perry Mason.

He's representing Caitlin Parrish. Oh,
yes, I know.

Your tutor tells me you're a star pupil,
even though you only took up karate

three years ago.

Mr. Poe was very kind.

Three years ago? That was right around
the time you moved to Seattle, wasn't

What prompted the move?

A job?

Boyfriend?

Mr. Malansky, are you interrogating me?

Ken.

Well,

I suppose I am.

Well, my singing career was over, and I
didn't know what to do.

So I guess I just wanted to find myself.

Don't you mean lose yourself?

You didn't talk to your whole family for
nearly three years.

But then you came back here early this
year. When was that? March? April?

March.

That was right after your Uncle Lon was
jailed for assault.

There's no connection.

I didn't say that there was.

You must have been very surprised when
he showed up at the wedding.

We all were.

Lon was sentenced to ten years.

And relief on appeal.

You're very skilled with your hands,
Miss Hawks.

Both of them.

Good luck with the bar.

Thanks.

records wiped out no just the records
for the first quarter of this year

when they say i embezzled the funds a
selective erasure the commission thinks

was very convenient and i can't prove
otherwise excuse me max mr mason i hear

you're defending k that's good news
thank you mr wall you're gary's best man

am sam's one of my top people

I'm lucky to have him, especially now.

Max, the bank sent an update covering
last month's transactions. Do you want

to enter it?

Sure, go ahead.

Keep me posted about the commission's
investigation.

The security men, Frank Bossett, Dave
Tynan, Sam Wall,

Max... Parrish and Hannah Hawks.

That's everything I could get on them so
far.

Thank you. Here's what I have to add on
Hannah Hawks.

She's lethal with both hands. I saw her
in action.

Thanks to both of you.

I've talked to Caitlin and Max Parrish.
That leaves the security men, Sam Wald,

and... The girl in this picture.

It's a copy of the photo that was in the
pass.

I talked to the owner of the club where
we think she hangs out.

If she shows up there tonight, they'll
give us a call.

I guess all we can do is wait.

We'll do the waiting.

You'll have to find out what Lon Hawks
had in that envelope.

And how will I do that?

Della, carry Hawks?

He's here.

Well, send him in.

He'll get you access to Hawks'
apartment.

Malansky, right?

Right. Good.

Okay. I spoke to the super. He said we'd
go pick up the key any time after six.

So, We can leave whenever you're ready.

Actually, I think it's better if I go by
myself.

Yeah, why is that?

It's the way I work.

Well, that's fine.

But it's my fiancée who's framed for
murder, and I want to participate.

I mean, I don't want to just sit around
here and do nothing. Hey, look, I never

sit around and do nothing.

I am sure Gary wants to be of
assistance.

I'll meet you at Lon Hawk's apartment at
7 o 'clock, okay?

Okay. I'm on the case.

Perry, I don't want this guy underfoot.

Ken, he may be helpful.

Helpful, but Perry, he's an actor.

Before you go to Hawk's place, I'd like
you to talk with Sam Wald.

He should be at this address now.

All right.

You know, Perry, for a second I thought
somebody was tailing me this afternoon.

If you were followed, it might mean this
youngster is doubly important to us.

Also, it might mean we should find her
before the killer does.

Okay.

Mr.

Walt?

My name's Malansky. I'm an associate of
Perry Mason's.

I'd like to ask you a few questions, if
you don't mind.

Yeah, I was wondering when you'd get
around to me.

You guys want to talk to everyone who
was in the dining room before Lon Hawks

was killed, right? That's right.

A car like this must be pretty
expensive, huh?

My only vice.

You don't count women, but then who
does?

And at my salary, I can afford them
both.

How'd you hurt your hand?

Oh, I burnt it on the engine. Hurt like
hell, I can tell you.

But you still drive?

I manage.

By compensating with your left hand?

Um, Malansky?

I was in the dining room. I didn't find
what I was looking for, and I left.

Guards in the hall saw me.

End of story.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd really like
to make a few more adjustments here.

If Lon Hawks had information that Max
Parrish was embezzling funds from his

client, Max would be forced out of his
own firm, and you'd take over, wouldn't

you?

I resent these insinuations. They're not
insinuations. They're speculations

based on fact.

And I didn't hear you deny them.

We'll be in touch.

Here's the key to Lon's apartment.

Gray, look, I think you better wait
here.

What are you talking about?

As an attorney, I have a right to be
here. You don't. Wait, wait.

You know, that's what I hate about being
on a soap opera. You know, nobody takes

you seriously.

Now, if I was Al Pacino, you wouldn't
have said a word.

You know, you may be right.

Wait here.

About time you showed up. Your dinner's
run, and I hope you're happy.

Kenneth Rocky, that girl you're looking
for, she's here.

The mobile customer you are trying to
reach is away from the car or out of our

service area.

Take a nap.

You're not going anywhere till Mr. Vance
gets here.

Vance?

Word of advice.

Don't waste Mr. Vance's time.

Just tell him what you did with the
goods.

What goods?

He's gonna play cute.

Mr. Vance will love that.

Yeah, he's got a great sense of humor.

When do I get to meet him?

In the morning.

Mr. Halford, what can you tell me about
Dave Tynan?

Well, for one thing, Dave Tynan's been
with us only a few weeks.

He worked crowd control, concerts,
security for clubs, bodyguards for

celebs.

Frank Bossett was armored car support.

But Bossett worked on the parish
wedding.

It was a sizable job. We had to bring in
almost our whole staff.

I'd like to talk to Tynan and Bossett.

Tynan's shift starts in about ten
minutes. You should find him in the

room. Thank you.

And, uh, Bossard?

You'll have to reach him at home. I let
him go yesterday.

Oh? The man showed up drunk for work. I
had no choice.

Thank you, Mr. Halford.

Mr. Tynan?

Yeah. My name's Mason. I'm representing
Caitlin Parrish.

Yeah, sure, I remember you.

And I remember you, Mr. Tynan.

You knocked Lon Hawks cold with one
punch.

Yeah, I'm pretty good with my hands.

Good enough to earn yourself two years
at Centennial Correctional Facility for

assault.

I'm afraid you got in the mix -up with
somebody else. One set of fingerprints

from Parrish's study led us to your rap
sheet, Mr. Tynan.

Now, how well?

Did you know Lon Hawks? I never saw him
before.

But he served time at Centennial the
same time you did.

So, Hawks recognized you.

That's why you hit him so hard and so
fast.

Why would I care?

You lied to get this job. Hawks could
have exposed you.

All right, listen.

Yeah, I'm sure I hit Lon. Shut him up.
It doesn't mean I killed him.

I'm not even left -handed.

But you have a very good motive.

So when was I supposed to kill him?
Frank was there the whole time.

Look, Mr. Mason, I need this job.

Don't blow it for me.

So you didn't kill Longhawks?

No, sir. I swear to it.

That's all, then.

I haven't heard from Ken yet.

Do you want some more?

No more, thank you.

You're really worried, aren't you?

Yes, I am. The pieces just don't fit.

I just saw my father.

What do you think you're doing?

Trying to prepare your defense for
tomorrow's preliminary hearing.

You're trying to make him a suspect
because of some... Stupid embezzlement

charge. Everyone who was in that dining
room is suspect.

Sam Wald, Hannah Hawks, even your
father.

I won't let you drag him into court. You
ruin him.

I know how you feel.

No, you don't.

I love my father. I'd do anything to
protect him.

Young lady, that's exactly what the
prosecution wants the court to believe.

They'll try to have the embezzlement
charge admitted into evidence to provide

you with a motive for murder.

Then don't let him do it.

Caitlin.

Caitlin.

Are you afraid your father might be
guilty of this murder?

No, no, he can't be.

I know he can't be.

I'm sorry, Perry.

I just don't want to see him get hurt.

Neither do I.

I believe he's innocent.

And I will do whatever I can to protect
him and his reputation.

All right?

All right.

It's tough, isn't she?

She might just say the same about you.

She doesn't know me.

So she doesn't know how far I'd go to
protect her and her family.

Just tell you I'm not a patient man.

Where are my cassettes?

What cassettes?

Oh!

Cassettes like this.

I had 50 ,000 of those shipped in from
Taiwan.

At five bucks a pop bootleg, that's
what?

250 grand.

Somebody ripped off my warehouse for
half of them. And there's people that

me that somebody was you, Hawks.

Hawks? Tony, hurt this boy some more.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You think I'm Lon Hawks?

No, I think you're Michael Jackson.

Lon Hawks is dead.

My name's Malansky. Here, look at my ID.

Hawks is dead?

Don't you people read the newspaper?

I've been out of town. You brought me a
lawyer?

A lawyer?

Why didn't you say something before?

Because I wanted to meet the head man,
you.

Look, I work for Perry Mason. We're
trying to figure out who killed Hawks.

you can help us out.

Now, you say he stole some of your
cassettes? Mr. Malansky, there's been a

mistake. A very, very bad mistake.

Thinking you were Hawks. Hey, it's okay,
really.

I think maybe we've told you too much
already.

You take care of this. Yeah.

So listen, Tony, man.

That's what you do, you understand?

Take care of him. Here.

Sure you're up to murder?

Just so the man doesn't lose his money?

Sure you want to do that?

Yeah.

What a bunch of dismal two -bit punks,
huh?

If Vance wants you to take care of this
guy, why don't you use your head?

What, you gonna whack this creep right
where the man keeps his goods?

What's the matter with you bozos?

Who are you?

Hey, you are so dumb you don't even know
who I am.

Tell him who I am.

One night for tomorrow.

What? You ever see it?

I'm right there. No, not the face, not
the... Back off.

Yeah, that's better.

Now get on the floor.

On the floor!

Take a nap.

Where are the cops?

What cops?

You didn't call the cops?

I follow these guys.

Wait outside all night in the freezing
cold, bust in here and save your life,

and you got nothing but criticism.

Gary, I'm grateful. Believe me. Now,
will you please call the cops?

That's all you're going to say?

You were terrific.

Pacino wouldn't have been able to cut
this.

I wouldn't go that far.

Call him. Okay. Okay, I'm calling. Call
him.

What were the findings

of the autopsy you performed on the
deceased, Dr. Stone?

Recent contusions to the face and throat
and a single penetration wound in the

mid -thoracic region, eight centimeters
deep.

resulting in deep laceration of the
superior vena cava.

In layman's terms, stab wound to the
heart.

In your opinion, was this the cause of
death?

Absolutely.

What other conclusions did you draw from
the stab wound, doctor?

After examining the angle of entry and
considering the force required to

penetrate the heart, I concluded that
the wound most likely would have been

inflicted by a left -handed individual.

Left -handed.

No further questions.

Dr. Stone, tell us about the contusions
you found on the victim's body.

I found two.

One on the jaw, another on the throat.

And were these recent bruises inflicted,
say, within an hour of death?

I assume they were received during the
fight at the wedding.

But if the so -called fight at the
wedding was in fact just a single punch

the jaw...

wouldn't that change your opinion about
the bruises?

Yes, it would. Indeed, it would. Could
we not then conclude that the second

bruise on the victim's throat was the
result of a later struggle, probably

between the victim and the killer?

We could make that assumption, yes.

Dr. Stone, would you describe the bruise
on the throat?

It was about three inches long, a
quarter inch wide.

About this long and wide.

In your experience, Doctor, would such a
bruise be consistent with a violent

karate blow?

Yes.

Exactly where was the bruise located?

Here, just to the right of the Adam's
apple.

Could the bruise have been caused by a
karate blow?

I suppose so, yes.

Now, would such a blow have to be
delivered by someone right -handed?

Well, not necessarily.

Not necessarily.

So, was the killer left -handed or right
-handed, Dr. Stone?

Or don't you know?

No further questions, Your Honor.

You may step down.

It's 12 .45. This court is in recess
until 3 o 'clock.

Put the speakers right over here.

Mr. Mason, right there, okay?

Mrs. Fountain, if I've come at the wrong
time... Hey, no problem.

I've provided myself a good stereo
assistant for years. I love gizmos, and

jazz freak. Ella, Basie, Charlie Parker.

You'll have a lot of time to catch up on
your listening now that you've left

your job.

Yeah, I, uh... I was fired. That's my
severance pay.

Can I help you, Mr. Mason?

Yes, you can help me.

I'd like to confirm your relationship
with Tynan, Dave Tynan.

Our relationship?

I know the guy. I don't want to know the
guy. He's a jerk.

And that one time at the wedding, he's a
big, red -headed jerk.

Thank you.

That's all I need to know.

Where'd you get this?

First tell me if that's what I think it
is. It's a bootleg tape.

It's the unused track of Caitlin
Parrish's debut album.

Where'd you get it, man?

Valuable?

A bootleg tape. It's worth about 15
bucks on the street. Where did you get

If I wanted to sell 25 ,000 copies of
that cassette to Starfront Records, Mr.

Lubin, who would I talk to?

You?

Look, I got nothing more to say.

You got nothing more to say?

Right now, while you're sitting there
with nothing more to say, my fiancée's

fighting for her life.

She'd go to prison for the rest of her
life because you've got nothing more to

say.

Well, I'll tell you something.

I've got plenty to say.

And I'm going to tell it to the press.

And when she finally walks out of that
courtroom, because we're going to prove

her innocence with or without you,
people are going to wonder where you

when she needed you most. And you know
what I'm going to tell them?

You were right here and you had nothing
more to say.

Hey, Gary.

Hey, listen, maybe I should... Mr.
Lubin, somebody offered to sell you 25

copies of that bootleg cassette, and you
bought them to protect your royalties.

Now, who was it?

I don't know.

It was just a voice on the phone.

Copyright fraud and extortion. Now,
that's FBI jurisdiction.

Is that who helped you with the payoff?

Yep.

How'd it go down?

We paid $100 ,000.

The guy asked for a package of used
bills, no consecutive numbers, to be

from an overpass.

And then once the money was collected,
we got a call that told us where to find

the tapes.

Okay. Thanks for your time.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't go public with this. I mean,
we only agreed to the payoff because the

FBI assured us that they'd catch him as
soon as he starts spending the money.

If the man you paid off is who I think
it is, you don't have to worry about him

spending your money anytime soon.

Who is it?

See you later, Mr. Lubin.

Oh, no, come on. Oh, man.

Could anyone have entered the study
without your seeing them?

No, sir.

And did you see anyone enter the study
before the murder?

Yes, sir.

And is that person in this courtroom?

Yes. Would you point that person out?

Her.

Indicating the defendant.

No further questions.

Mr. Bossett, isn't it true that although
the door to the dining room was locked,

the key was in the lock on the dining
room side of the door?

Yes. So anyone entering the dining room
would have had access to the study

during the time of the murder?

Yes.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr. Parrish, is it true that you are
currently under investigation by the

Artists Commission?

Yes, I am, but no formal... Confine
yourself to answering my questions, Mr.

Parrish.

Isn't it true that the commission is
investigating charges regarding

embezzlement?

Do I have to answer the question?

Yes, it's true. Isn't it true that these
allegations concern the embezzlement of

over a quarter of a million dollars?
Your Honor, we will stipulate to the

that Mr. Parrish is under investigation.

However, these allegations are nothing
more than allegations.

Certainly, Mr. Parrish is not on trial
here.

Your observation is duly noted, Mr.
Mason.

Please get to the point, Mr. Norell.

Yes, Your Honor.

To the best of your knowledge...

Was your daughter aware of these
charges?

Yes. And did she know about them on the
day of the murder?

Yes. Did you ever discuss them with her?

My daughter and I are very close.

I have no secrets from her.

Did she express great concern for you?

Yes, of course.

On the day of your daughter's wedding,
when Lon Hawks interrupted the

proceedings, what did he do?

He barged in, was... Loud and insulting,
demanding to know why he wasn't

invited. Didn't he also display an
envelope?

Yes.

Didn't he also hold up this envelope and
say, this will show people what kind of

a man you really are?

Isn't that true, Mr. Parrish?

Yes. And what was your daughter's
reaction?

Kay was upset.

Upset?

Witnesses have testified that your
daughter said she could kill him.

Kay Parrish knew the bind you were in.
She suspected that the contents of

Longhawk's envelope could destroy you.

Objection, Your Honor. She loved you.

Sustained. Objection, Your Honor. Would
she kill to protect you, Mr. Parrish?

Defense objection sustained, Mr. Norell.
I have no further questions for this

witness. No questions, Your Honor.

Witnesses excused.

I feel so sorry for you.

Max, Caitlin is gone.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Brock, did you examine the
crime scene?

Yes, I did, sir.

I show you this knife and ask you to
identify it.

This is the...

handmade decorative knife crafted by a
local Western artist.

It has a five -inch blade and a carved
elk horn handle.

And is this the murder weapon,
Lieutenant? Yes, it is, sir. It has my

it.

Would you say a woman could effectively
wield this knife?

Objection, Your Honor.

Sustained.

Lieutenant, did you have occasion to
examine the deceased?

Yes, I did, sir.

Did you find an envelope on the
deceased?

No, I did not, sir.

I have no further questions.

No questions.

Fans continue to gather outside the
Superior Court building, awaiting the

results of Caitlin Parrish's preliminary
hearing for the murder of Alonzo Hawks.

She ought to be there.

Fonny. Caitlin needs to know her fans
are behind her.

Our next witness addresses the issue of
premeditation.

The people call Ms. Hannah Hawks.

Your Honor, the people request
permission to regard this witness as a

witness. Permission granted.

Now, at the time when your Uncle Lon was
knocked down at the wedding, you were

standing right beside your brother and
his fiancée, the defendant, Caitlin

Parrish, were you not?

Your Honor, will the court direct the
witness to answer the question?

You are under oath, Ms. Hawks.

Answer the question.

Yes, that's where I was standing.

And what did you hear Kay Parrish say
regarding her feelings towards your

Lon Hawks?

She said I could kill him. Please speak
up.

She said I could kill him, but she
didn't mean it. No further questions.

say and do things they don't mean and
later on regret. Your witness,

You're right about people, Miss Hawks.

Miss Hawks, may I call you Hannah?

Yes, of course.

Isn't it true that you once tried to
kill Lon Hawks?

No. Three years ago, you tried to stab
your Uncle Lon with a kitchen knife.

If your brother hadn't stopped you, you
would have killed him.

Gary still doesn't know why you did it,
but I think I do.

I don't know what you mean. You
disappeared for almost three years.

You never wrote to your family, never
called, didn't in any way communicate.

Hannah, why don't you at last tell all
of us what really

happened?

Uncle Lon beat me so severely that I had
to go to the hospital.

Your uncle was a violent man, was he
not?

Objection, Your Honor. The victim is not
on trial here. Your Honor, I request

the widest possible latitude in order to
get at the truth.

Answer the question.

He, um... He fractured my jaw and
dislocated my shoulder.

He could be a very violent man,
especially if he'd been drinking.

You must have hated him.

And you kept what happened a secret.

Well, I never told Gary.

I never told anyone.

Why not?

Because Uncle Lon frightened me.

You have no idea what it feels like to
be that afraid.

So three years ago, you left home and
stayed away till this last March when

Hawks was arrested and sentenced to
prison for assault.

Thought I was finally rid of him then
you saw him at Gary's wedding Did you

still hate him?

More than you can imagine enough to kill
him Yes, I wanted to I

Think I probably could have But

I didn't kill him No further questions

any redirect

No, Your Honor. In that case, this court
is recessed for 30 minutes.

Oh, I heard what happened.

I'm so worried.

It's nothing.

All right, I have good news and I have
bad news. There's no answer at that

Either Rocky's not there or the phone's
unplugged. So far, the club of hers that

turned out to be a dead end.

But I think I know what was in that
envelope Lon Hawks was waving around.

You can tell us.

His wedding present.

$100 ,000 extorted from Kay's record
company.

That's what Hawks planned to give Kay
and Gary for a wedding present?

Maybe he meant that his gift would show
everybody that Lon Hawks was just as

good as Max Parrish.

That's quite a bit of money.

So we have another motive for murder and
another suspect.

All right, you two. Now we have to find
that girl before he does.

Mr. Wald, you have limited access to the
parish computer records, do you not?

That's right.

According to this log, you access the
company computer on...

June the 23rd.

That was strictly routine.

But June the 23rd wasn't exactly a
routine day.

June the 23rd was the day that the
parish financial records were subpoenaed

state commission.

Tell me... Tell me, how much do you earn
as a

talent manager, Mr. Walt?

In a good year, $60 ,000.

You have a private income?

I wish.

You own a very expensive race car.

Secondhand. Do you have an account for
the Transworld Bank of Chicago?

Yes.

Would you explain how, with an annual
income of $60 ,000, you made a

deposit of $250 ,000 to your account on
February 20th this year?

I don't recall.

Max Parrish has been accused of
embezzling $250 ,000 in client funds

first quarter of this year.

Now, who really took that money, Mr.
Walt?

There's no way to know that. The
computer records are gone.

Oh, that's true. The computer records
are gone.

But not these records.

According to your bank statement, you
wrote a check on June the 23rd.

to one Mitchell Carter for $30 ,000.

Mitchell Carter, a computer expert with
experience in tapping into computers and

making records disappear.

I don't know any Mitchell Carter.

According to this document...

You hired Mitchell Carter because you
needed someone who could get to

records and destroy evidence of your
embezzlement of that $250 ,000.

That's not true. Max. Don't go to Max.

Read Mr.

Carter's declaration.

It's right there.

A declaration which will be submitted to
the commission and to this court.

It tells how Mr. Carter gained access to
the records for you and of your attempt

to conceal your crime.

Mr. Wald, when Lon Hawks turned up at
the parish wedding waving that envelope,

isn't it true you thought it held proof
of your guilt?

I had no idea what he had in mind.

Didn't you kill Hawks to protect
yourself?

No.

No, I didn't kill Hawks.

I didn't kill him.

Mr. Wald, you did not kill Lon Hawks.

Talk to me.

No.

No further questions.

Your Honor, the prosecution requests a
reset.

You may step down, Mr. Wald.

The court is adjourned until 9 o 'clock
tomorrow morning.

Believe it, you're actually there.

Rocky? Do you know how many times I've
called you?

Where you been, Malansky?

Taking a drive.

You got something for me, Rocky?

Yeah. That girl you're looking for is
here.

All right, keep her there. I'm on my
way.

Who the hell are you? My name's
Malansky. I need to talk to you about

happened at Kate Parrish's wedding.

Mr. Tynan, were you employed as a
security guard at the parish wedding?

Yes, sir. Along with Frank Bossett.

That's right.

Mr. Tynan, are you left -handed?

No. Did you serve two years at
Centennial Correctional Facility for

Yeah. Yeah, I did time.

And while you were there, did you box on
the prison team?

Sure.

I understand you won all your bouts.

That your biggest asset was the ability
to knock a man out with either hand.

Yeah. Yeah, I could fight.

Lon Hawks was that centennial with you,
wasn't he?

I don't know. He might have been. In
fact, Hawks was in your cell block.

When he recognized you at the parish
wedding, you panicked and knocked him

did you not? I knocked him out because
he was making trouble.

In order to hit Hawks on the right side
of the jaw, you had to use your left

hand, did you not?

I don't remember.

After knocking him out, didn't you stab
him to death with that same left

hand?

Not me, Counselor.

I was in the hallway the whole time.

Frank Bossett was in the hallway with me
the entire time.

And if you don't believe me, ask him.

That's right. Me and Tynan was out in
the hole the whole time.

Neither of you took a break?

Was there the whole time.

How well do you know Dave Tynan?

Met him that one time. Haven't seen him
since.

Mr. Bossett, did you recently buy some
expensive stereo equipment?

Yeah, so?

How did you pay, cash or credit?

What difference does it make?

I spoke to the company where you bought
the equipment. You paid cash, did you

not? Yeah.

Here's my savings.

No further questions at this time, but I
reserve the right to recall, Your

Honor.

Mr. Bossett, I don't want the defense to
confuse the issue.

You and Dave Tynan were continuously on
duty in the hall outside the study. Is

that correct?

Yeah. And until the defendant entered
the study, you saw no one else go in,

right?

That's right. Thank you. No further
questions, Your Honor?

Your Honor, defense calls Miss Susie
Richards to the stand.

Susie Richards, have we met before?

Well, we bumped into each other.

And when we bumped into each other, did
you drop your souvenir backstage pass?

I must have.

Yes, I did.

Now, when you took the stand, I gave you
Defense Exhibit G found by Della Street

at the parish residence in the room
where you bumped into us. Now, is that

souvenir backstage pass?

Yes, sir.

Tell us, Susie, how did you happen to
attend the parish and Hawk's wedding?

Well, I sort of snuck in.

Where did you go when you snuck in?

There was a closet in the hall.

I hid in there.

From your vantage point in this closet,
could you see out into the hall?

When I opened the door crack, I could,
yes.

Now, why would you do that?

I kept saying to myself, I can't believe
I'm missing this. I mean,

Caitlin Parrish's wedding, and I'm
trapped in a closet, you know.

But I couldn't get out because those two
security guys

were standing there.

But you did get out.

Well, yeah, eventually.

I don't know when, but it was right
after somebody made an announcement.

What kind of announcement?

I think it was her father saying he was
sorry everything was delayed.

And then some music started, and that's
when I got out.

But weren't the two guards there to stop
you?

No, uh -uh, they were gone.

Did you see where they went?

Hey, all I knew was that they were gone,
and I got out of there.

Your witness, Counselor.

No questions, Your Honor. Your Honor,
defense recalls Frank Bossett.

Okay, okay, so we were gone for a couple
of minutes. It was hot. We were

thirsty.

During the time you were gone, the study
was unguarded.

Yeah, I suppose.

Yeah.

This folder.

What do you think this folder holds, Mr.
Boston?

How would I know?

Please tell us what you think.

What are you trying to get me to think?
It's full of cocaine.

I'm trying to get you to say what you
feel. What does it feel like?

It feels like money.

Feels like money.

You knew Lon Hawks.

You knew the folder that he carried held
money because you picked it up.

You can't prove there was money in it.
The envelope's gone. Whatever was in it,

that's gone, too.

Mr. Bossett, Lon Hawks was carrying
money that day. Say $100 ,000 in cash.

Objection. That is pure conjecture.

Your Honor, I was about to prove it.

You may continue, Mr. Mason.

If a man stole that kind of money, you'd
expect him to lay

low for a while, wouldn't you? Not draw
attention to himself?

Yeah, I suppose, yeah. The man who stole
that money was tempted to spend just a

little of it, wasn't he? Spend it on a
nice new stereo.

Why don't you tell us about it, Mr.
Bossett?

Tell you what?

I don't know what you're talking about.
I'm talking about how you and Dave

Tynan, two men who barely knew each
other, conspired to murder Lon Hawks.

can't prove it. You can't prove
anything.

Your Honor, referring to our conference
this morning, we can proceed with the

demonstration.

Bailiff, will you proceed?

Lon Hawks extorted $100 ,000 from
Starfront Records.

The FBI handled the payoff.

Neither Hawks nor his killers knew that
the FBI treated the payoff money with an

invisible die.

Now, the lights, please, Your Honor.

Bailiff, the lights.

Anyone in recent contact?

with that treated money.

What showed the dye on his hands in a so
-called black light.

Thank you.

A black light like this one, Mr.
Bossett.

Now let's see your hands.

You killed him. He killed him.

Perry, are you okay?

He's locked up my shoulder.

See you back at the office.

Take these men into custody and get the
paramedics in here immediately.

Perry.

Perry. Perry's okay.

Are you sure he's all right? We'll see
at the office.

Bella, I'll be with you.

You just couldn't wait, could you? Mr.
Norell, Mr. Malansky, this case is

dismissed and the court is adjourned.

Della.

Please tell Perry I owe him so much.

He's given me back my daughter.

Why don't you tell him yourself?

I can't.

There's so much you don't know about
burying me. Oh, Laura.

I know.

I really know.

Good luck.

Are we a great team or what?

We had our moments. Moments? I think we
got a series here, all right? I'll call

you.

We were a pretty good team, too.

Right. Oh, sorry.

Well, I'm on my way.

Ken. Enjoy your fishing trip.

We are a good team. Now send us some
fish.

Yes, he does.

I'm telling you, Officer Bates, it was
hanging right there.

All right, so you saw this mannequin in
the dark. Right. You didn't turn the

lights on. I didn't have to.

You don't believe me, right? Well, I'm
sure you saw what you saw.

Hysterical woman.

Delusional talk show host.

Ma 'am, this isn't the first call we've
had from you.

Thank you,

Officer. Thanks for coming.

I wish I could be more help. I'm sure.

Good night.

Good

night.

What is it, Della?

Yeah, I know she's an old friend of
yours.

Oh?

I'll come right over.

Della, please stop apologizing. I was
getting up in another three hours

Ken, glad I caught you at home.

Guess what?

I've heard your show on KCVM, usually a
little later in the morning.

Somebody trying to gaslight you, Dr.
Carlin?

It appears so.

First it was just phone calls, hang
-ups, someone prowling around outside.

When did all this begin?

About a month ago.

Thanks, darling.

Did anybody else have a key to your
house?

No, but it wouldn't matter anyway
because I had the alarm on. I mean, how

anybody get the code?

Does the security company send your
bills here or to the station?

Ken.

Get in touch with Lou McIntyre first
thing in the morning. We need a full

security analysis of the house. We need
to change all the locks. And tell him to

put a monitor on the phone so we can
tape any phone calls. Stella, we'll wait

two days, then we'll need a new unlisted
telephone number.

Now, Sheila, I'd like an excuse to meet
Winslow Keene and a chance to observe

everybody at the station.

I think I can arrange that.

And now back to Fritz and Fred.

Okay, my twisted legions. Don't
everybody call it once, even though

raffling off a date with Fred's
girlfriend this morning.

So here's the issue. The girlfriends of
radio personalities and the listeners

who want them. Is the caller there?

This is Steve Fritz.

Steve, my man.

How much do you bid, Steve?

Well, what's Fred's girl like?

All right, she's hot. She's good
looking.

She won't shut up, but just do what I
do. You put a bag over her head.

If I could interject here, Steve, she's
a two -bagger, definitely.

That's right. You use two bags in case
one breaks.

We'll give them the choice of paper or
plastic.

Thank you.

Good morning, USA.

This is Red White and Baby Blue Clark
Hunter.

And I'm ready to straighten out you and
the country, if you've got the guts to

call me.

Clark, you get a double salute from me
on how you spoke out on that gun issue

last week.

Friend, I don't back out, back down, or
back off.

What's your question?

to get top jobs, whether they earn them
or not.

Here's what I have to say to these
women.

Listen to the real women's national
anthem.

I vote as the clouds on air do. I enjoy
being a girl.

You know what really ticks me off,
Boomer?

Oh, what's that, Bruce?

All these guys, they make all this money
playing football, you know, and then

like they don't play and say they're
injured or something. How do you know

they're really hurt?

Oh, come on. Look, from Pop Warner to
college football to the pros, over a

million people a year get hurt playing
football, and every pro is playing a

little hurt to some extent. I'll tell
you what, if I, Boomer Kelly, hadn't

hurt, I'd still be out there making the
big bucks rather than spending my lunch

hour in here talking to people like you,
huh?

Good afternoon. In Tinseltown today,
Morris Shears, star of the hit movie

Vampire Love 2, was spotted shopping for
clothes at Trendy Maternity.

Are we expecting? And if so, who's the
daddy?

This is Judith Jansen. You're on the
air.

Hi, this is Debbie.

Hi, Debbie. What's your question?

For the past hour this afternoon, we've
had the considerable pleasure of

interviewing the eminent defense lawyer,
Perry Mason.

Before our time is up, Mr. Mason, I'd
like to pose a legal question of my own.

That is, if you will indulge me.

Depends on the question.

A man shoots his victim in the head.

The victim survives, but is on life
support.

Two years later, the victim's family and
physicians agree he's brain dead.

They pull the plug.

The victim dies.

Now, my question is, is the man who shot
him guilty of murder or attempted

murder? That's a good question.

I would hope so. In most states, if the
victim dies more than a year and a day

after the shooting, the proper charge is
attempted murder.

However, most prosecutors would
disagree.

The case would certainly cause
controversy.

Very interesting.

Thank you very much, Mr. Mason.

Until tomorrow, everyone, this is
Winslow Keene.

Now stay tuned for Dr.

Sheila Carlin coming right up after
these messages.

I think that went very well, Mr. Mason.

The law is always worth discussing.

I enjoyed that part.

Now here is the woman who persuaded me
to have you on my show.

Doctor, the studio is yours.

I'll be with you shortly. If you'll
excuse me, I've called a staff meeting.

You'll be hearing about it.

Are you aware that Dr. Carlin has had
some disturbing occurrences at her home

during the last month?

I've heard about them.

Probably someone who actually took her
advice and lived to regret it.

Any idea who that might be?

No, but if I find out, I'll let you
know.

Good, Mr. Keene.

Whoever it is, they will live to regret
it.

Goodbye, Mr. Mason.

I'm making some significant changes.

All right, Winslow.

You've had your little moment of drama.

Now, what's this all about?

There's been a steady decline in revenue
for the past six months, so I'm

changing the station's format.

Beginning Monday, KCDM will be playing
music during the day, and you'll all be

working at night.

What? Oh, come on.

Yes, Fritz and Fred, the bad boys of
radio, will be dispensing their

tastelessness from 8 p .m. to 11 p .m.
What?

There is no way. Our morning drive time
gets the highest ratings in this city.

Nobody listens to KCDM at night.

Hey, man, we've got an offer from L .A.
We're going.

Believe me, you two aren't going
anywhere.

And you, Judith, you'll be purveying
your mindless gossip from 10 .30 a .m.

11 a .m., from 3 .30 p .m. to 4 p .m.,
and 11 .30 p .m. to midnight.

That's a 14 -hour day. I couldn't
possibly work those hours.

Pity.

And you, you'll be mispronouncing the
names of Major League cities from 4 a

to 5 a .m. You can't do this to me.
Let's face it, Boomer, I just did.

You're a charity case.

What other station in town will hire
you?

And you, my pseudo -intellectual friend,
will wrap yourself in the flag from 5 a

.m. to 6 a .m. I see how this works.

You're saving the best hours for
yourself.

Well, that's true.

Well, I'm calling my lawyer.

And the first thing he'll ask you is how
you intend to pay him when I cancel

your contract.

Your contract stipulates you can't work
anywhere else for the next 27 months.

Well, we'll just see about that.

And when Dr. Carlin gets off the air,
you can tell her she's going on the air

from midnight to 3 a .m.

Anyone still up at that hour deserves
her one -minute psychiatric evaluation.

See you later, bad boys.

This is Dr. Sheila Carlin inviting you
to share your problems with me.

And together we will find the solutions
that can empower you and change your

life. Until tomorrow.

Jack, you did it again.

See you tomorrow, Doc.

Judith,

why are you still here?

I just wanted to see your face when I
gave you the news.

Wait a minute. Wait, wait just a minute.

I don't care who owns this station.

You cannot do this to my show. But I
can, and I will. But I won't let you

me this way. You know what I like most
about you, Dr. Carlin, is how seriously

you take yourself.

As if any of your psychobabble actually
helps anybody.

Will you shut up, Winslow? If you had
any competence, your own daughter would

still be alive.

Read the fine print, doctor. I own the
station. I own your contract.

And I own you.

Excuse me.

Hey, Phil. Hey, Boomer.

Good. Who do you like on Sunday?

The cheerleaders.

Of course, Stanley.

Out of here, Boomer.

Back room for you and your friends.
Great, great. Thanks.

Ah, shabby chic.

Jimmy Hoffa's murder was planned here,
you know.

Oh, really?

By whom?

This is Mr. Farnsworth.

I'll see you're not disturbed.

So what do you nice folks have in mind?

I'm sorry to say that Keene is right,
Sheila. Under the terms of this

you're tied to the station for the next
three years.

Well, I wish you'd been my lawyer then,
Perry.

Well, I wouldn't have let you sign
these.

How could I let myself in for this?

Don't be so hard on yourself, Sheila.

You just lost your daughter.

Your husband was divorcing you.

You weren't thinking clearly.

I wasn't thinking at all.

I've counseled people whose children
have died of a drug overdose.

When it's your own daughter, it's
different.

I did blame myself.

And then when Tom blamed me, too, I...

I was lost.

You certainly had good reason to be
lost.

Perry, considering the stress I was
under, is this contract valid?

I'm afraid it is, my dear.

Sheila?

Wish we could have been more help Thank
you for your time. I appreciate it

Nothing we can do

nope, not this time

You turn him?

You love?

Yeah.

Go.

Come on, you said 15.

There's no discount.

12.

Okay.

Wallace?

Drive carefully.

Yes.

Don't worry.

Consider it done.

Who is it?

Forest Delivery, sir.

Well, just leave it out there by the
door.

I'm sorry, but I need your signature.

I'm sorry, sir, but I need your
signature for these. Come on in. Thank

Who sent this?

They're from someone who wants you to
get everything you deserve.

This is Dr. Sheila Carlin. You're on the
air.

Listen carefully. I can only say that
I'm stunned at both your lack of

compassion and your stupidity. And
furthermore, your audacity is referring

what you do as constructive.

When any fool could see that... Winslow?

Winslow?

Who's in charge here?

Over there.

Lieutenant Brock.

Lieutenant Brock, hello. I'm Dr.

Sheila Carlin.

I was on the air with Mr. Kane when this
happened, and I got here as soon as I

could.

Who did this?

Well, that's what we're trying to find
out.

Dr.

Carlin, what kind of a car do you drive?

A Jaguar.

Why? And your license plate, what does
it read?

Shrink.

It's my daughter's idea.

And you're on the air. Are you on the
air every night, ma 'am?

Midnight to three.

And while you're on the air, do you...
Dr. Carlin.

While you're on the air, do you answer
your own telephone calls?

Well, I don't have an engineer at that
hour, so I do handle it myself.

Why?

May I ask, where were you earlier this
evening? That is, before you went to

work.

I was... I was at home.

Alone.

Alone? Why?

At approximately 1 .15 this morning,
while you were on the air, you

talked with Winslow Keene, am I correct?

Yes, I said that. He called me to rant
at me, and I heard the gunshot. I called

911. I got here as soon as I could.

You called 911.

Our first unit arrived here at 1 .20.

The medical examiner placed Mr. King's
death at approximately 10 p .m. Now, you

see where I'm going with this, ma 'am?
He was already dead when he called you.

That's... That's not possible.

I think you better come downtown with
me, ma 'am. What?

To police headquarters.

Do you have an attorney?

Can we go now?

I'm afraid not yet.

What? Dr. Carlin, do you recognize this
tape recorder and tape?

No. Why?

We found it in your home.

My home?

We believe, ma 'am, that at
approximately 10 p .m., you shot and

Keene. And then at 1 .15 a .m., while
you were on the air, you answered a call

from Mr. Keene.

It was Winslow Keene. The whole audience
heard him.

We believe you manufactured that call
from a Winslow Keene broadcast, which,

course, would give you the perfect
alibi.

And we have here an automatic dialer
programmed to call the station and to

the tape, which we found in our house,
Mr. Mason.

placing you under arrest for the murder
of Winslow Keene.

Lieutenant, I need some time with Dr.

Carlin.

Use my office, Mr. Mason.

I swear to you, Perry, I don't know
anything about this.

Does anyone have access to your car?

No.

It must have been a car that was made to
look like mine.

Is that all they have on me?

No, there's more.

Lieutenant Brock's men found the murder
weapon hidden in your basement.

I didn't kill him, Perry.

I hated the man, but I didn't do it.

I know it looks bad. I... I'm being
framed.

I'm certain of it.

One thing we can be certain of.

It isn't Winslow Keene.

What is that?

That is a new herbal tea.

Cypress.

That's a tree.

It was.

This is going to relax you. I am
relaxed.

Well, this will make you more relaxed.

You know a lot about witchcraft.

I'm on my way to see Sheila.

From her, get the names and backgrounds
of all persons at the station who might

have had a reason to kill Keene. He was
evidently making drastic changes.

Evidently.

Hello, Della.

Have some tea.

Goodbye, Della.

Smells like tree bark.

It is.

What'd you find?

The murder weapon was a cold gun. No
serial numbers, untraceable. Anybody

have bought it.

I can check out some very shady types I
know.

You do that.

I'll be careful.

You be careful.

I'm looking for something cold.

I'll introduce you to my wife.

I've got references.

Willie Castile, Steve Roma, Max Tooth.

Okay.

Take your pick, my friend.

I'm looking for a Desert Eagle.

I'll pay top dollar.

Too bad you weren't here two days ago. I
had one, but I sold it. But not for top

dollar.

Yeah, I got the locker key.

Right? I'm checking out now.

No, don't call me.

I'll call you.

My name's Malansky. I'm an attorney.

I just want to talk to you. Open the
door.

Open the door.

Sir, this storage place is open.

It is me.

Hey, hey, what are you doing down there?

Check this guy, see if he's okay. I'll
call the police.

So there's nothing you or anybody else
can do about these guys here. Okay.

All right, the security guards didn't
get a good look at this guy. Is there

anything that you can tell me about him?

I didn't get a good look at him either.

But he's the man who killed Winslow
King.

Well, isn't that interesting when all of
our evidence indicates that Dr. Sheila

Carlin did it?

The gun that killed Keene was the Desert
Eagle. Very unusual. The man who

attacked Ken tonight bought one two days
ago.

Ken trailed the guy, backed him into a
corner. Don't forget, the guy robbed

The guy we're chasing after bought the
gun from a guy named Wallace.

He runs the 8th Avenue pool hall.

I know him. I'll talk to him. But he's
not going to cop anything.

Lieutenant, you want to take a look at
this?

Looks like about $100 ,000.

So that's why you're trying to get to
that locket. That's where he kept the

stash. I don't want a round -the -clock
stakeout in this place. When he comes

back for the cash, that's when we'll
nail him.

When you do, Lieutenant, we'll have our
killer.

I can't go back there. They're going to
have cops all over the warehouse.

I know they're not going to be there
forever, but I can't wait.

You're going to have to get me more
money.

No, no, wait, hey!

You understand.

This was your party.

You're paying for it.

Winslow Keene should have fired his
gardener.

Why don't I check around outside?

Good idea.

Good morning, Miss Johnson.

Who are you?

Name's Mason. I represent Sheila Carlin.
What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm looking for my glasses.

Of course you are.

Well, I came to visit Winslow a few days
ago, and I just left my glasses.

Now that he's dead, you're still looking
for them.

Well, Winslow can't now, can he?

Wasn't your visit with him the other day
to discuss getting out of your

contract?

Well, yes, it was.

Look, I know how you operate, Mr. Mason,
but I do have an alibi for the time of

the murder.

The person responsible for Keene's death
doesn't need an alibi.

It was a murder for hire.

A hitman?

Sounds colorful.

So is... What well -known radio gossip
is being investigated by the FCC?

Who told you that?

It seems Keene informed the FCC that you
had accepted cash for mentioning

certain celebrities' products on your
program.

Well, that has never been proven.

Oh, but if it is, you could face a jail
sentence. Your career would be over.

What exactly is your point, Mr. Mason?

That you also had a motive for murder.
That can't be proven either.

Ah, my glasses.

He would have thought Winslow would have
had the decency to return them himself.

Well, he can't now, can he?

Two nights before Winslow Keene died,
you and four of your colleagues had a

private meeting at a certain restaurant,
special occasion.

It was just social.

Why wasn't Sheila Carlin invited?

Frankly, she's not that popular.

Terrible temper, you know.

Good luck with your case, Mr. Mason.

No.

Good luck with yours.

That is a subpoena.

We'll be delighted to see you in court.

Hi. Who are you?

My name's Smolansky. I'm a lawyer.

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
It's not a good idea to startle me.

Heard you coming, Bigfoot. I'm a cop.

You're investigating Winslow Keen's
murder?

Not much to investigate.

We got enough on Sheila Carlin to
convict her twice.

Except that Dr. Carlin didn't do it.

Yeah, that's what you say. That's what I
know.

Well, there's no evidence here, but look
around.

It'll keep you out of mischief.

Mind -tending?

Just a cop with an attitude.

What can I do for you?

My name's Mason. My name's Malansky.
We're representing Dr. Sheila Carlin.

Oh, yeah. The shrink who popped that
little guy.

What's his name?

King. Winslow King. Yeah, that one.

I can't help you. I never saw either one
in here.

Boomer Kelly is a regular, isn't he?

Yeah. Why?

Mr. Kelly had a dinner party here last
week.

In the back room. All six of them.

Kelly, Hunter, Moore, Fisher, and
Jansen. That makes five.

You did say six.

One guy came late. Who was that?

I don't know.

Maybe you should ask Mr. Scanlon.

Fred, I can't help you.

I wasn't here that night.

This gentleman seems to think that you
were here.

Don't you remember? I was home with the
flu.

Oh, yeah.

What's the matter with me?

He's right.

I'm sure he's always right.

If you happen to remember the name of
man number six, give us a call.

Good luck with the case. No, good luck
to you, Mr. Scanlon.

That's the subpoena.

I'd really like to know who man number
six was.

Well, they're not going to tell us.

Heard from your gun dealer?

He's ducking my calls, but he's usually
there on Friday nights counting his

receipts.

Let's hope he's had a good week.

anything. Wait until I ask.

Now, that guy you sold the Desert Eagle
to, has he been back here? I never

should have talked to you in the first
place. Now, let me out of this. That gun

killed Winslow Keene.

Now, if that guy calls here, you're
gonna call me.

What's that?

Expecting anyone? Uh -uh.

Bye.

Thanks a lot.

That's the guy who sold the gun to
Keene's murderer.

Yeah, well, for all I know, he's just a
guy you play pool with.

What were you doing following me?

Look at it this way. If you are chasing
a killer, you're going to need me.

Because, baby, I had you cold in that
pool hall without breaking a sweat.

You do the legwork, and I'll take care
of the bad guys.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no. You and I are
not going to be buddies.

See you around, lawyer.

Molanski. It's Wallace.

What do you heard?

I could get killed talking to you.

Look, this guy called again.

He says he wants another piece.

Well, he knows you can identify him. You
better stay clear of him.

Look, if I give you a name, it's worth
something, right?

Because I've got to get $10 ,000 to get
lost.

If it's the right name.

Look, meet me in the pool hall in 30
minutes.

And bring the money. Wait a second,
that's not a good idea.

I didn't order a lawyer. Did you order a
lawyer, friend? Sure. Extra large. To

go. Would you hand me that right here?

Another stunt?

Stunt? What stunt?

We like girls.

No, you're right, Mr. Mason. We're
giving away a harem.

30 girls.

Count them 30.

What can we do for you?

Mr. Keene forced you into accepting an
unfavorable time period for your radio

show. Did that make you angry?

Us? Angry?

Going from drive time to dead time, why
should we be upset?

Your dinner at Scanlon's bar, you used
it to discuss what to do about Keene?

Nah, we were just hungry.

Actually, it was a wine taster. With
three people you didn't like?

Hey, we like everybody.

Even you.

But especially her.

Yeah.

We were great companions.

Now, I've been through Keene's files.

He had signed contracts with everyone
but the two of you. Why was that?

Sloppy management.

Or was it because he didn't need
contracts?

Did he threaten you with a certain
videotape?

A videotape of the two of you and
several underage ladies?

What a great rumor.

How many were there? Shut up, Fred.

Look, there have been groupies that
throw... Gene was blackmailing you into

staying with the station, wasn't he?

Where'd you get that?

What do you want from us?

The name of man number six at that
dinner.

There were only five of us there.

Consider this a gift.

A videocassette and two subpoenas.

Two.

Perhaps I can jog your memory in court.

Good night, doll.

Yeah, look at this. The three stooges go
to Mars.

You're shooting at me. I didn't get a
good look at him.

Neither did I.

But I, uh, got a look at the woman in
the car with him.

Can you identify her? Oh, yeah.

I grew up with her.

Let's hope we can find her.

Because I just hit a dead end.

And by practicing what I preach, I hope
that I can demonstrate that even the

most negative situation can be an
opportunity for personal growth.

I am confident that you will always
support me.

Well, I'm ready to hear from you.

You're on the air.

Hello, Mr. Kelly.

You're Sheila Carlin's lawyer, right?

That's right.

She's got a lot of nerve. You know, she
murders Winslow Keene, then comes right

back in here and does her own radio
show.

You didn't like the changes Winslow
Keene made here at the station, did you,

Kelly? Nobody did.

In the history of your professional
problems, you also had a history with

Keene.

I don't know what you're talking about,
Mr. Mason.

I heard that Winslow Keene was directly
responsible for the end of your football

career.

In a restaurant five years ago, he
approached you after a game you lost.

You didn't like what he said about your
performance.

Look, I've heard this before. It sounds
like a broken record, and it's all

nonsense. You hit him, knocked out his
front teeth.

Later, two men you couldn't or wouldn't
identify caught you in a parking lot and

broke your knees.

Look, if Winslow Keene had done this to
me, then why would he give me my own

show? Maybe Mr.

Keene liked owning you.

Owning me? Wait, owning me?

Nobody owns me.

That's why you put together that
gathering at Scanlon's restaurant,

To make sure nobody owns you?

Look, I didn't do anything wrong, so you
just stay away from me, okay?

Is that a warning?

That's my advice.

Mr. Kelly.

You had two very good reasons to hate
Winslow Keene.

For most killers, one is enough.

Thank you, Dylan.

Go on, Kent. Do you recognize the
hitman's girlfriend, Dan?

Kathy said they grew up in the same
neighborhood together. The girlfriend's

is Doris Lester.

She's a prostitute.

Try it, Perry.

Hot, uh... Hot, uh... That's a very
special tea. It's called Mystical

Let me know how you feel in an hour.

I see Della's still trying to improve
you.

It's been a lot of years, but she never
gives up.

How about our other suspects?

I haven't talked to Mr. Hunter yet, but
it could have been any one of them.

What about that mysterious man number
six?

I'm not sure he had or has anything to
do with the murder.

You think they all got together and
hired a hitman?

I wouldn't rule it out.

Kathy Paxton certainly has an
interesting idea for catching our

She's going undercover.

Lieutenant Brock told me she's a very
capable officer.

Yeah, a real dynamo. Ken.

For some of us, taking direction from a
woman is a new experience.

You've always handled it beautifully,
Perry.

Yes, haven't I?

Where'd the department get this car?

From a pimp. Where else?

I think you're right. If your old friend
Doris is a prostitute, most likely the

man with her is her pimp.

Yeah. And our shooter.

How well did you know Doris, anyway?

Eh, well enough.

Her parents were drunks, and, uh, her
father had a thing for her.

I didn't give her a break.

She didn't give herself one, either.

Oh, hey, there's Doris. Pull over.

There goes Doris with the John.

Well, let's hope that's a quick romance.

Evening, ladies.

Look, this corner's taken.

Oh, honey, I don't work on a corner no
more.

Used to. To my man over there setting me
up in high style at the Taylor Arms.

Well, then what are you doing here?

Making you an offer.

50 -50 split with the man.

Medical care and security on the
premises.

And none of my man's girls get knocked
around.

Huh? Yeah, well, we already got us a man
looking after us. Yeah, and he wouldn't

like us talking to you.

So why don't you take a hike?

Please.

Yeah.

Well, you know what? What?

My man doesn't take no for an answer.

You're going to like working for him.

Hey, look, we don't want any trouble.
Then don't give me any.

Why don't you get lost?

Be nice, sweetie.

We're going to be friends.

That's Clark. You can't ban books
because they disagree with your

about the First Amendment?

Just what I'd expect from a limp wimp
like you, Junior.

upholding some subversive's right to
promote treason under the guise of self

-expression.

Your history, pal.

And for the rest of you late -night
Bolsheviks out there, here's a medley of

John Philip Sousa.

Decent people sleep at night.

All I get are cranks.

People who don't agree with you. I call
them the way I see them.

You didn't just drop by to...

Tell me you like my show.

What can I do for you?

No one present at the wine tasting at
Scanlon seems to remember more than five

people being there, do you?

Matter of fact, I don't.

How did you enjoy the wine?

Why do you ask?

Well, you are a reformed alcoholic.

So? So, why were you there that night?

Were you planning Mr. Keene's future?

Winslow was a twerp.

Why would I kill him?

You still married, Mr. Hunter?

No. I'm divorced.

I understand your wife is very beautiful
and a very talented actress. You were

considered a perfect couple.

I don't care to discuss this.

Do you mind telling me the reason for
your divorce?

That's none of your business.

Three years ago, you discovered your
wife was having an affair.

Who told you that?

The man who broke up your marriage was
Winslow Keene.

You threatened to kill him.

But I didn't, did I, Mr. Mason?

Life goes on.

I got over it.

No, you didn't, Mr. Hunter.

No, you didn't.

Why, you're still fighting the Cold War.

I'm telling you.

Okay,

baby, take it real easy.

Really easy. Come on.

Come on.

Where'd she go?

Hey. I love this place, baby.

Wall to wall view.

I was just doing what the man told me,
you know?

That's funny.

Because I'm having a hard time believing
that you are a working girl.

Well, I'm not. I mean, you know, I work.
Look, I got laid. off a year ago and I

couldn't make my rent, you know? You
heard it before.

Yeah, I've heard it before.

Many times. Look, I don't care who I
work for. You know, the guy was just

and I needed protection.

Hey, look, I'll work for you if you
treat me decent.

You'll work for me, all right.

So that I teach you my way.

Number one is discipline.

I will be back.

Harry, here. Let me guess.

Saltwater crocodile.

No, it's made from pine cone and it's
good for the mind.

It's awful.

It's Chinese.

Northern or southern?

Northern. It's northern Chinese and it's
awful.

Sheila Carlin leave for court?

I just spoke to her. She said she'd meet
us there.

Brock brought in all the hookers and
talked to them.

But they won't help.

Why don't you wait in here in case she
calls?

Yeah.

Ken. It's not your fault.

Thanks, Perry.

I wish I could believe that.

Believe it.

I fell asleep waiting for you.

You have a big night?

Just one.

But he liked me.

Not bad.

So I heard you had some trouble last
night?

Yeah. We got a new girl.

Downstairs.

In the basement?

Sensory deprivation.

You all right?

Oh, my God.

Hi, Doris.

Hey, hey, hey.

Ladies, ladies, ladies.

It's time to go to work, hey?

Hey, baby.

Are you ready to go to work?

Sure. Whatever you say.

Oops.

Hey, hey, hey.

What have we here?

She's a cop.

We got orders to roust our quota of
hookers.

So let me go and I'll forget this ever
happened.

This is no vice thing.

Hey, why would I lie?

That's a good question.

Come here.

Come on.

Okay.

We gotta get out of here.

But she's gonna... Hey, listen.

I think she's been looking for me.

And now she's made me.

Look.

I'll be back in an hour. You pack up.

Okay. And Doris?

Let's get rid of her.

Hey, I never said... Hey, baby.

Come on now.

Come on.

I want us to be in this together.

Okay.

And this handgun, previously been
identified as the murder weapon, was

where? In the basement of the
defendant's home.

Lieutenant, I now show you an audio tape
cassette.

Mark people's exhibit number two and ask
if you can identify it.

Yes, it has my mark on it, and it was
found in the defendant's home, Dr.

Sheila Carlin.

What can you tell us about this tape,
Lieutenant?

It's an edited tape of a Winslow King
broadcast.

Have you compared it with the transcript
of a telephone call made to Dr. Carlin

on her show, The Night of the Murder?

Yes, I have.

That's Mr. King's half of the
conversation.

Could this tape machine and automatic
dialer...

found in Dr.

Carlin's home, have been programmed to
call the station that night and play

tape, Lieutenant?

Yes, I personally programmed a test call
to the station using that tape. I also

examined telephone company records,
which indicated a call had been made

Ms. Carlin's home to the station at 1
.15 a .m. on the night of the murder.

We previously had testimony that Mr.
Keene's time of death was no later than

.30 p .m., more than two hours earlier.

Well, that is correct. The deceased
couldn't have made the call.

Then this tape and the call were just an
attempt by the defendant to establish

some kind of alibi.

Objection. No foundation calls for
improper opinion.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

What was the name of that dog that used
to follow you all over the neighborhood?

Maxie? Moxie?

Stop trying to pretend we were friends.

We weren't ever friends.

So we didn't hang out.

But we knew each other.

I knew what your father did to you. Shut
up or what? You'll kill me twice?

He can't even pull his own trigger. And
you're ready to do life in prison for

him? I'm not going to prison, okay?

We're moving in on him, Doris.

Get out before you go down with him.

I can't.

Oh, yeah, I forgot. He's your pimp.

He slaps you around. He takes your
money. Why wouldn't you be loyal? You

know anything.

He loves me. Oh, yeah? Well, you better
be crazy about him, Doris, because

sooner or later you're going to die for
him.

It's a shame, too, because I could cut
you a deal.

Mr. Armstrong, how long have you made
deliveries for Morton Pharmacy?

About a year and a half.

You've delivered prescriptions to
Winslow Keene's house before the night

question? Oh, yeah, many times.

Will you tell us what you saw on your
last delivery to Winslow Keene's house?

Sure. I went there, same as always, and
I rang the bell, and nobody answered. So

I knocked, and he still didn't answer.
So I figured, you know, maybe he went

someplace. Did Mr. Keene usually wait at
home for his prescription deliveries?

Oh, yeah, always.

See, he took Digitalis, and so he can
never remember, you know, to call until

ran out.

And so he was always very anxious to get
it.

But on this night...

He did not answer the door?

No.

Then what happened?

Well, I decided to go back to the store
and to have the pharmacist call him.

And I was just about ready to pull away
when this car comes barreling out of

Winslow Keynes driveway and damn near
hits me, you know, driving away.

You got a good look at the car?

Oh, yeah.

Up close and personal.

Will you describe it for us?

Sure.

It was a green Jag, and it had a license
plate that read shrink.

You know, S -H -R -A -N -K.

One of a kind, would you say?

Uh, yeah.

I mean, aren't all license plates one of
a kind?

I have no further questions.

Mr. Mason?

Mr. Armstrong, is there anything else
you remember about the car?

Um, no, sir, not really.

Your Honor...

Defense Exhibit B.

Mr. Armstrong, we show you a photograph
which depicts the

rear of Dr.

Carlin's Jaguar. Is that the car you
saw?

Yep. I mean, you know, there's the
license plate. It shrank.

What else do you see?

Um... A bumper sticker in support

of protecting dolphins.

Now, you stated you saw the license
plate up close and personal.

But you never mentioned that bumper
sticker. Why not?

Well, um... I guess I didn't see it.

Your Honor, what is the point of this?

Your Honor, defense contends that
whoever wanted to frame Sheila Carlin...

removed the license plate from her car
and put it on another car, an identical

Jaguar. But they overlooked the Save the
Dolphins bumper sticker.

Defense says no further need of this
witness.

Mr. Markham? I have no further
questions.

The witness is excused.

Mr. Markham?

Your Honor, the people rest.

Mr. Mason, you may call your first
witness.

I call Nick.

Scanlon to the stand.

Mr. Scanlon, on the night of the wine
tasting arranged by Mr. Kelly, how many

people were in attendance?

I wouldn't know.

Five, I guess. You don't know exactly?

I wasn't feeling well, so I stayed home
that night.

You did not stop by your restaurant?

You can ask any of my employees.

Oh, I have.

I remind you that you are under oath and
face the penalty of perjury.

Now, I'll ask you once more.

Were you at any time at your restaurant
that evening?

No.

No?

No further questions?

Perry Mason's office.

Where?

Yeah, I got it. Who is this?

Kathy?

Yeah. Oh, God. Oh.

I thought he was checking to make sure I
was really dead.

So what happened?

I should have told Doris to kill me.

I turned her around.

How'd you turn her around?

Come on, Boy Scout.

Don't you know people in trouble are
just looking for a way out?

You gave her one.

Oh, yeah. For the first time in her
life, she actually took it.

She also gave me the name of our
shooter.

Paul Turner.

Lieutenant Brock couldn't find anyone
under the name of Turner in their

that matches our guard.

Did Brock by any chance send a
fingerprint team to Doris' house? By

did, but they didn't find any clear
prints. Everything was smudged.

Thank you.

The Department of Water and Power, the
gas company, the papers, none of them

have a listing on Paul Turner.

Was this woman lying?

I don't think so.

All you can do now is wait and hope that
Doris will contact you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to see if I can find some
oysters.

You all like oysters?

These oysters are excellent.

Thank you.

You want anything else?

The name of man number six.

I told you.

I don't know.

I wasn't here.

Aren't you curious as to why I called
you to be a witness?

Your lawyers do strange things
sometimes.

True.

But I wanted you to make a declaration
under oath.

What's this got to do with me?

On the night of the alleged wine
tasting, you placed a call...

On your private line from here to your
brother in a Miami hospital.

Here's a copy of your phone bill.

Now.

Maybe now.

You'd like to tell me about man number
six.

Where is he?

Why the hell doesn't he call?

Take it easy. Hey!

Hey.

Are you telling me what to do, huh? Are
you?

No, I'm just trying to be helpful.

Yeah.

Why haven't you called, huh?

I got cops looking for me.

What?

Why, you double -crossing... Hey,
don't... He hung up on me.

He says that he can't get any more
money. He says that Mason is on their

He thinks he's going to get away with
this.

He's not.

I may not get any more money, but I sure
as hell can stop him from fingering me.

Doris.

The hell with you two.

Yeah.

Put her through.

Kathy, it's me, Doris. Are you okay?
It's Turner.

He's gone crazy.

Where is he?

I don't know. He's going to go kill
whoever hired him to kill Winslow King.

Okay.

What's up?

Turner's on his way to the courthouse.

Good afternoon, officer.

Your Honor, I call Russell Farnsworth to
the stand.

State your name and occupation.

Russell Farnsworth.

I'm a private investigator.

Mr. Farnsworth, on the night of the
10th, did you meet with five people in

back room of Scanlon's Oyster Bar?

Yes, I did.

Any of them in this courtroom?

All of them.

Would you point them out, please?

Him, him,

him,

him, and her.

Will all of you please stand?

Let the record show that Mr. Farnsworth
has identified Fred Fisher, Fritz Moore,

Boomer Kelly, Clark Hunter, and Judith
Jensen. You may all sit down.

Now, who arranged this meeting?

Mr. Kelly, then. The purpose?

They offered me $50 ,000 to do whatever
was necessary to get them out of their

contracts with Winslow Keene.

And you did that?

No.

They decided to grab the money and run.

I mean, what are they going to do? Sue
me?

Winslow Keene was murdered two days
after you took their money. Were you

deadline to perform your services?

24 hours.

So when you hadn't delivered on your
promise, one of your...

Employers could have made other
arrangements.

Objection.

Speculation. Sustained.

What did you do after your meeting?

I went to the airport and flew to Vegas
to find a missing husband.

Took me three days, but I got him.

And to prove I was there, I got
receipts, airline ticket stubs, and a

cocktail waitress named Tiffany. Cost me
a bundle.

No further questions.

No questions.

Witnesses excused.

Thanks. Mr. Markham, permission to
approach the bench? Right.

Your Honor, these five people had
motive, opportunity, and the desire to

bodily harm on Winslow King.

Your Honor, we still have the tape, the
recorder, the automatic doubter, and the

murder weapon.

Mr. Markham.

There were no fingerprints on any of
those, Your Honor.

They could have been planted by any or
all of these people. This is pure

supposition. I still move for a
dismissal. Very well. I will take it

advisement. It would appear that these
five people have conspired to commit

bodily harm.

We'll get into it. He's got a gun!

Ken, turn around!

Court is adjourned.

You all right?

Yeah.

That man can't tell us anything.

This guy certainly was a case.

Take a look at this.

Any different issues of this magazine?

No, but he has three copies of this one.

Look, Perry, it's been a long night.

This just about does it, wouldn't you
say?

Yeah, I'd say we just have time enough
to clean up for court.

I now call Clark Hunter to the stand.

Mr. Hunter.

Have you heard of the drug endobuse?

Yes, I've heard of it.

It was given to you during your
treatment for alcohol abuse.

Yes, it was.

Doctors give it to patients to prevent
them from drinking.

What happens when a patient who's taking
endobuse drinks alcohol?

He gets sick.

Only a fool would take endobuse and
drink.

And I am not a fool.

You know Western Liquors on Brand
Boulevard, do you not?

Yes. Do you have a charge account there?

Yes, I do. On the day of the murder, you
asked Weston Lickers to deliver a

particular bottle of Burgundy to your
house, did you not?

I often order wines for professional
gifts.

You knew that Burgundy was Miss Jansen's
favorite and that she was having a

dinner party that night?

That's two questions.

So it is.

You knew that particular wine was Miss
Jansen's favorite.

No. Did you know that she was having a
dinner party that night?

No. On the day before Miss Jansen's
dinner party, the one you did not know

about, did you purchase a syringe from
Morton's Pharmacy?

I don't remember.

If I showed you a copy of your pharmacy
bill, would that refresh your

memory?

Okay, so what if I did?

Before you sent the wine to Miss Jansen,

Didn't you dissolve end -abuse tablets
in a small bit of water and then inject

it through the cork into the bottle?

Absolutely not. On the day of the
dinner, you left a package in Mr.

office.

Didn't you then call a messenger service
to pick it up and deliver it to Ms.

Jansen's home?

Of course not.

Your Honor.

I'm through with this witness, Your
Honor.

But I reserve the right to recall.

Witness may step down.

I now call Judith Jansen to the stand.

Ms. Jansen, do you recognize that
bottle?

Yes, it's my favorite burgundy.

On the night Mr. Keene was murdered, you
canceled the dinner party that he was

invited to, did you not?

Yes, I did.

Why? Well, I had some of this burgundy
that afternoon, and it made me so ill

that I ended up in the emergency room at
Good Shepherd Hospital.

Defense Exhibit G, Your Honor, the
doctor's report from Good Shepherd

The diagnosis is toxic poisoning.

Ms. Jensen, you're certain it was that
burgundy that made you ill?

Well, I hadn't had anything else to eat
or drink since breakfast.

Where did you get the wine?

It was delivered by the Monarch
Messenger Service from Winslow.

It's my favorite burgundy. I couldn't
resist trying it. I always have a little

wine when I cook.

Thank you, Ms. Jensen. I have no further
questions.

This witness may step down.

Defense recalls Clark Hunter.

Knowing she would cancel her dinner, you
deliberately tried to make Judith

Jensen ill.

No, I did not.

Do you know who placed that recorder and
automatic dialer in Sheila Carlin's

house? No, I don't. I did not.

But you did maneuver Winslow Keene to be
alone at home where your hired assassin

killed him.

Mr. Hunter, you did that, did you not?

Mr. Hunter, did you not?

That's preposterous!

Your Honor, Mr.

Mason is persecuting me.

He's using innuendo, lies, half -truths.

I have rights.

I know my rights. Your Honor, I consider
Mr. Mason to be a very dangerous man.

This court should be very careful with
him.

This court is here to protect your
rights, Mr. Hunter.

Please continue, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Hunter, you're aware of the American
Freedom Network, are you not?

I'm aware of it.

Understatement, sir.

You sit on the board of that
organization. In fact, you are the

board.

That's why I'm aware of it.

By the way, the man who was accidentally
shot here yesterday, Paul Turner,

you knew him, did you not? Of course I
did not know him.

The American Freedom Network also runs
the survivalist camp, does it not?

We provide the opportunity for Americans
who love their country to prepare

themselves to defend it.

Isn't it true that for the past five
years, Paul Turner...

Was the head instructor at that camp?

It's possible.

And it's very possible that Turner broke
into Dr.

Carlin's house first to frighten her,
then later to rig that recording

I wouldn't know.

You wouldn't know.

I call your attention to Defense Exhibit
K.

Still photos taken from the surveillance
cameras here in the courtroom yesterday

during the shooting.

Can you find yourself in those photos,
Mr. Hunter?

No. No.

Of course not.

You'll note that while everyone in the
courtroom is looking at Mr. Turner, you

were going out the side door. That.

Side door.

So what?

So, you were the man he was looking for.

You were his target.

You were the only one who knew that.

Your Honor, Defense Exhibit L, a sworn
statement from Doris Lester, a

friend of Mr. Turner's.

Mr. Markham is the most literate man in
this court today.

I'd like to ask him to read the
highlighted section for us.

Your Honor, this is hardly... Mr.
Markham.

Well, all right.

Turner got a call from someone. Someone,
he said, hired him to kill a man named

Keene. When he heard he wasn't getting
his money, he took this gun out of the

display case and went to the courthouse
to shoot him.

He said,

He'd kill him with the gun that man had
given him.

Your Honor, we'd like to enter into
evidence defense exhibit Q, this display

case from Paul Turner's apartment.

It contained the sidearm of General
George McAuliffe, a famous World War II

general.

Do you recognize him, Mr. Hunter?

No, I don't. You should, Mr. Hunter.

It contained the gun Mr. Turner brought
into court, the gun you had given him.

Here is the name of a gun store in
Chicago.

The store has a record of the purchase
order signed by you, even has your

fingerprints on it.

Now, would you like to tell the truth,
your truth, Mr.

Hunter?

Winslow Cain wanted to silence me.

Keep me from telling the American people
the truth.

Would you speak up, sir?

Winslow Cain wanted to silence me.

Keep me from telling the American people
the truth.

I couldn't let him do that.

And you had him killed.

I did what I had to do.

So... You are the dangerous man, Mr.
Hunter.

You are the dangerous man.

Mr. Markham?

The people move for dismissal.

Bailiff, take the witness into custody
immediately.

This case is dismissed and court is
adjourned.

Thank you for being my friend.

No need.

I'd like a rematch sometime.

Mr. Markham, we're bound to meet again.

Care to join us for lunch? He's fine.

What a shame.

Not today, thanks.

Oh, Sheila.

Have you told Perry yet?

I'm starting a clinic for battered women
and their children.

Wonderful idea.

We were talking about... We were talking
about what I was going to do with the

rest of my life.

How can I ever repay you?

You just did.

Goodbye, P .M.

P .M. Mm -hmm. P .M. Mm -hmm. Pre -med,
post -mortem, past medical.

Past midnight.

Yeah, past midnight.

Oh, not another... No, this isn't tea. I
made you a fresh pot of cocoa.

Cocoa? Mm -hmm. Cocoa? I haven't had
cocoa since I was a boy.

So?

So, I've been waiting a long time.