All language subtitles for perry_mason_the_all_star_assassin

I want the jet around 7.

Where are you going?

New York.

Is there anything I can help you with?

I don't think so.

Okay, who's up first?

You're seeing Spencer and his attorney
at 2 o 'clock, then Kathy Grant and her

attorney. I hope we can avoid any more
lawsuits with the public relations

nightmare. I just hope I can get some of
my money back from that one.

Leave him alone.

Brown! Hey, Brown!

Up here!

Take it easy on him, okay? As if he were
my own son.

Want to bet he doesn't make it up the
stairs?

Nice, Brown.

Your day's unnumbered, kid.

Yes, sir. How you doing, Brown?

Feeling okay?

Never better.

Yeah, well, I'm glad to hear it.

A couple of these expansion teams have
been calling about you. You got some

crazy idea that I might want to trade
you just because you blew a few games

us. Hey, anybody can have a slump.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

What'd you say?

I said anybody can have a slump.

That's exactly what I said.

And I told him, just watch how well he's
going to play for the rest of the

season. So if you hear any rumors about
being traded, don't believe it. You're

part of the family.

Yeah, like you, I suppose, huh? Well,
let me tell you something, kiddo. It's

about time you learned how to handle
people, okay?

That subtle enough for you?

You know, Spencer could become a real
problem unless we can come up with a

settlement.

Why are you so worried about this hockey
player?

He's probably one of the most popular
stars we ever had, that's all.

All fans think that professional
athletes are greedy and overpaid, but

have a short memory. Well, Spencer
doesn't. He remembers all the promises

made. He's got nothing on paper. All
he's got is a bad temper.

No, I was with you when you told Spencer
you'd take care of him.

Now, that's very interesting.

Read my lips, because I'm only going to
say it once.

I was alone.

Get it?

Kathy!

Oh, you're looking wonderful.

How are you? Thank you.

Thatcher, this is my attorney, Wendell
Parker.

Mr. Horton.

Any objections if I have a private
moment with your client?

None if she doesn't.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Just asking for what's coming to me.

Why didn't you come to me? Why drag a
lawyer in? What's the matter? Don't you

trust me?

Absolutely not.

I see.

Well, my dear, if my memory serves me
correctly, I think it was you

who deceived me.

That's low, Thatcher.

Yes, but is it low enough?

You've got to promise me. I promise.

I won't take his arm off of the pocket.
I won't even break his nose.

Do you want me to do this? Yes, I'm
sure.

Bobby, I don't negotiate contracts.

It's not what I do.

You should have some high -powered
attorney for this.

Look, I've been through these guys
before. They took me for every penny,

didn't turn out any better.

You I trust.

Okay, then.

Here's the deal.

The only way I can negotiate with Horton
is to make him think that I can roast

him in front of a jury.

But if he thinks even for a second that
his attorney can make you nuts...

Looking at Mr.

Sub -Zero.

Today is not just practice.

So be prepared.

I'll do everything to provoke you.

I know a little about delivering under
pressure. Two playoffs and the

championship finals.

I remember.

Yeah, you do. It's just the entire
sports world is forgotten.

I bet he knows how I feel.

A couple more off games, Horton will
trade him.

Fame. How fast it all goes away.

Come on. Let's show him you still got
it.

Bobby!

How's it going?

Things are great. How are you?

Well, I'm almost as well as you do.

Kathy, this is Ken Malansky, my lawyer.

Kathy Grant, tennis superstar.

Hey, I'm a fan. Never forget that time
you beat Martina on that tiebreaker in

Paris. Neither will I.

Well, we're due upstairs.

Give him hell. Hey, you too.

Now, Mr. Horton, let me go over a few
things about depositions so we won't

any misunderstandings. Young man.

I have been deposed more times than
you're likely to do the job in your

career. I know I'm under oath, so why
don't you just go at me best you can.

it both barrels, okay?

Right.

Mr. Horton, are you the owner of a
hockey team known as... Let me help you

here. I own this arena and the teams
that go with it.

I employed your client as a player on my
hockey team, and one year he even

started.

Turning your attention to the playing
season a few years ago... Excuse me just

minute. Thank you, dear.

Sorry about this.

Doctor's orders.

Oh.

Okay, now, where were we?

Was that the year that my client not
only started but was team captain?

Two seasons ago, yes, he was. And did he
injure his right knee in the last game

of the regular season before the
playoffs?

Yes, he did.

Terrible thing.

And did the doctor tell you he ran the
risk of permanent injury if he played

again before having surgery on the knee?

Well, now, I believe there were several
medical opinions. That could have been

one of them.

Lord knows I paid enough doctor bills
for your boy there.

Sir, just answer my questions.

Sorry.

Didn't you come to my client and ask him
to leave the team in the playoffs?

I did not.

Didn't you tell him?

That the only chance the team had of
winning the Stanley Cup was if he

No, as a matter of fact, I had two
players ready in his position who were

as good. Some say even better.

Now, don't give me that look, Bobby.

You know as well as I do.

You started the year hot as a pistol,
but the last third you kind of fell

Who are you going to replace me with,
huh? Rogers?

At my worst, I'll skate him off the ice.

Isn't it a fact that you promised my
client that if he played and was

you'd take care of him? It is not.

Isn't it a fact that you promised him a
job in management that would be equal to

the balance of his contract?

No way. Come on, Counselor. My entire
front office doesn't make as much as I

paying him. Isn't it a fact that you
even... Son, the fact is, you're a boy

here, and I mean no disrespect to
somebody who has been a good player.

The truth is...

Your boy here has some big expenses. I
mean, he got a little greedy. Women,

cars, some say cocaine. Hey, that is a
lot.

Let's go off the record, please.

I did not personally believe it, but
like I said, he had a lot of expenses.

Sure, he wanted to play. Hell, he needed
money.

Hey, what I wanted was a championship.

Stop it, Bobby.

Took a chance, and he lost.

Too bad. I'm sorry, but that's the way
it goes.

Got in the fast lane, you couldn't
handle it. You got greedy, kid. That's

pathetic, but you're washed up. Bobby!

Get off!

Fine!

That's enough for today.

We'll reschedule this deposition at a
time when... Fine, counselor.

This deposition is finished now.

So is your client, so why don't you just
leave, hmm?

How does he think he is? He is lying.

That's enough. No, it is not enough. Not
for him.

I'll tear his head off. Maybe then he'll
tell the truth.

Hello?

That's what I call a fine -looking
woman.

Hello, Thatcher.

I thought you were on your way to New
York. What happened?

We had a little equipment failure on the
plane.

They're working on it now.

I'll just lie out again in the morning.

So, tonight I'm yours.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

You hear me when I came in just now?

Mm -hmm.

Could have been anybody.

You seem pretty relaxed.

You should know by now, but not much
frightens me.

Maybe you were expecting somebody.

Would you care?

I might.

Darling, you know that I'm as true to
you as you are to me.

Yes, I'm sure you are.

That's so funny.

I don't know. I was just thinking how
easy I could break your neck.

I got a much better idea.

Why don't you join me?

I might just do that.

You might just join me or you might just
break my neck.

Don't go away. I'll be right back.

7548. I need to leave a message.

Good morning, Mr. Malansky. May I assume
you're down here looking for work?

I'm Robert Spencer's attorney.

What are you holding him on?

I do believe you have your work cut out
for you.

Why?

Thatcher Horton was found shot to death
at his home last night.

Horton?

We found the gun in your client's car.

And here the poor boy just can't seem to
remember where he was.

And there's another thing. Eric, would
you be kind enough to pass me that lab

report, please, sir?

The lab confirms that gun was the same
gun that was used to kill Thatcher

Horton.

We are now charging your client with the
crime of murder.

Would you give me a few minutes with my
client, please?

I cannot even kill anyone.

Well, I don't remember.

But the last thing I remember, I was in
this bar.

Don't ask me which one.

I wake up this morning, the cops are
pounding on my door.

I don't know.

I mean, they're all over the place.

And then one of them comes in and says
he found the gun that had recently been

fired. Was it your gun? I don't have a
gun.

What I have is a splitting headache.

Can you get me out of here?

You haven't touched your breakfast.

I'm reading a brief.

Your eggs will get cold.

Oh, I finally have all the plans for the
fishing trip.

I thought the fishing trip was canceled.

Judge Blaine and I have arranged
everything.

He and Mr. Higgins are going to meet in
San Francisco day after tomorrow.

And then you're all going to Vancouver.

Two weeks of fishing with a judge who's
never ruled for me and a lawyer who can

only talk about his fees.

You need a vacation.

I've had a vacation.

Too late to change your mind. Mason.

We go before the judge tomorrow morning.
Now, if we can get you out on bail...

If?

Ken, you've got to get me out of here.

It's not quite that simple, Mr. Spencer.

Don't forget you've been charged with
murder. Yeah, but I didn't do it. I'm

innocent.

Besides, they can't actually prove I did
do it. What about the gun?

Any idea how it got in your car?

Look, I already told Ken I don't
remember how I got home, even where I

And you're a threat to violence against
Mr. Horton. Listen, if they put away

everybody who hated Horton, there
wouldn't be enough jails to hold them.

Hey, whose side are you on anyway?

I'm looking at the prosecution's case.
Motive, opportunity, murder weapon.

I've seen men convicted on less.

Yeah, well, then why are you wasting
your time talking to me?

Besides, I don't have the money to pay a
big -time lawyer.

I'm not your lawyer.

I'm only here as a favor to Ken.

Oh, this is a favor?

You come down here and tell me I'm
definitely going to prison? Hey, idiot.

Man, you obviously don't believe me.

I mean, you think I'm a liar, maybe even
a killer.

Man, why don't you take a walk?

Good idea.

What?

What?

You're really worried about Bobby,
aren't you?

The evidence against him is substantial.

Yes, you.

I wish I felt better about that. You
can't be in better hands.

I don't know.

Besides, you have me.

And I'm not referring to the fact that
we've now been engaged five months,

weeks, and two days.

I meant that professionally.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I'm sure you've noticed that it's
been weeks.

Well, months, actually, since I've asked
to be involved in your work. I have

noticed and been grateful.

But why do I think that's about to end?

Before you develop an unfortunate
attitude.

Well, there are a few things I think you
should be aware of. Like what?

Well, like for the past few months, I've
been enrolled in the university's

police science program.

Do what?

Investigative techniques,
criminalistics, procedures.

I think I'm really ready to help you.
Amy.

Ken, I don't want to be a dilettante all
my life.

I want to do something constructive.

And I've been working really hard to
prepare myself so that we can be a team.

I was hoping that you'd be pleased.

I am pleased and proud and impressed.

But this is a murder trial. So?

So I'm not sure that I'm even up to it.
Much less me.

Well. Ken, you really don't have any
conflict with me, do you? I never said

that. You don't have to.

Amy. Try to understand. Oh, I
understand.

You're worried about this case. And
since it's a serious case, you don't

underfoot. That's not what I'm worried
about.

Oh, what are you worried about? I was
wrong to represent Bobby Spencer at the

deposition. And a murder trial's worth.
It's out of the question.

I'm too close to this guy.

Can you go back to Perry?

I doubt it.

Well, if you change your mind.

He's giving another lecture at the
police science department tomorrow.

I know. I'm going.

Good night.

Amy, the door's locked.

There, you see?

Your keen deductive powers, you
certainly don't need me.

I'm really sorry about that.

Bob's not really like that. Ken, you've
got some real problems with your case.

The main one is your client. I know, and
I know I'm asking a lot. Ken, I need

more than advice. I need you on the
case.

Everybody has a first murder trial.

This case needs you, not someone first
time out. Now, before you make any snap

judgments about Bob, let me just tell
you this.

He and I practically grew up together.

He's from a very poor family, and his
father deserted him when he was 10, and

he's been supporting a bunch of them
ever since.

When he lost his income from hockey, it
wasn't just him that was hurt.

It was seven other people who depend on
him for their livelihood.

Robert Spencer is innocent.

He couldn't commit this crime.

How much of that would have been your
opening remarks in the civil suit?

Well, I...

First part.

Very effective.

Especially the part about seven people.

However, I'd specify who they were, give
them names so the jury sees them as

real people, not just numbers.

On the whole, not bad.

When we were in law school, you told us
never to get personally involved with

our clients.

Well, I can't help it. I'm too close to
this. He's my friend.

I know he made a lousy impression on
you, and I haven't got a right to do

but I'm going to do it anyway.

Please take the case.

If you can't do it for him, then do it
out of friendship for me.

You want me to break my own rule, take
the case for a friend?

Well, let me tell you.

When we get to court, if there's a
summation, it's all yours.

How do you like that, Judge?

$250 ,000 bail.

How did you bring the money, by the way?
I didn't.

Mr. Mason did.

Oh.

About the bail, thank you.

Listen, I may have been a little rough
on you yesterday. I just want you to

that it wasn't personal.

Neither is what I'm going to tell you.

I got you out on bail because you can't
ask me to.

I also like having my clients looking
healthy and fit and confident when they

walk into court.

So I booked you into a room here.

And I want you to leave this hotel.
There's a great health club downstairs,

I hope you use it.

Under no circumstances are you to have
alcohol, visitors, or talk to the press.

Is that clear?

Well, maybe I should just go back to
jail. Maybe you should.

Any questions?

Yeah.

Who's paying your fee?

No P.

Every decade or so, I take on a client
like you just for the hell of it.

There's his key.

All right.

Who would you pick to acclaim Spencer?

Probably someone who saw him threaten
Horton earlier in the day. And who might

that be?

People in the waiting room.

Kathy Grant?

The tennis star?

Horton's son, Stuart, and somebody else,
Temple Brown.

The basketball player.

You really think one of them could have
been the murderer?

Well, it's certainly possible.

But which of them had a motive?

All right, I'm going to check around
inside, and you... And I'll check around

outside.

Well, Mrs. Horton, outside of a bit of
black...

Very few mortals would realize the depth
of your grief.

Coffee? No, thank you.

You know, if I were to tell you that my
husband and I had a marriage based on

love, you'd know that I was lying.

Hatcher and I, however, were friendly.

If not true friends.

How's that for honesty?

Refreshing, as far as it goes.

I hope that means I'm a suspect.

I have always wanted to be considered
capable of murder.

As long as I was innocent, of course.

I'll be sure to make a note of that.

Now, just before you married your late
husband, there were great rumors about a

prenuptial agreement.

I'm sure you'll find out they were more
than just rumors.

I remember them so well.

The agreement provided that I get half a
million dollars a year for three years

if my husband divorced me.

Nothing if I divorced him.

And they say they repealed the Fugitive
Slave Act.

They also say he had a new girlfriend.

He always had a new girlfriend. This one
was supposed to be serious.

Relatively speaking.

Thatcher strayed. He was not stolen.

Now, if there's nothing else... No, no.

Nothing at the moment.

However, I'm sure we'll meet again.

Amy. Of course.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here? What are you doing
here?

Is it obvious?

Working.

And thank goodness I already
photographed where the killer landed

completely decimated me.

Working on my case?

Is this your case?

When I was hired as Della's assistant,
all I knew was that some young, green

lawyer was going to help me. Amy, you
went to Perry Mason behind my back.

To be more precise, I went to Dell
Street and proposed an entry -level

for myself. You know exactly what I
mean. Amy.

You finished?

Quite.

Well, I see you've met Della's new
assistant.

Yeah.

Let's take a look at all of this.

Ken, would you go to where the killer
was? You can stay on this side of the

wall.

I'm in the spot the police marked as the
place Horton was standing when he was

shot. Ken, how far apart are we?

About 20 feet.

At least 20 yards.

All's forgiven. You can come back now.

Horton had just gotten himself a drink.

He was probably moving around.

Like that.

He was shot three times in a pattern no
larger than two inches by a killer 20

yards away, shooting through curtains.

The killer was a hired gun.

Yeah, the average person about to commit
a crime of passion would have their

heart pounding, their hands shaky, and
their... Well, according to everything

I've read, anyway.

Expertly planned and executed. Only a
professional could have done it.

Any of our suspects could have hired the
killer.

If they had an alibi at the time of the
murder, they could still be guilty.

Top marks to both of you.

As long as that first row of seats is 30
feet from the baseline, it should be

okay. Let's go look.

Hello again.

Captain Holansky. Sure. Bobby's
attorney.

Could I talk to you for a few minutes?

Of course.

I'll meet you downstairs, okay?

You know, I don't think for a second
that Bobby did it.

I'll tell you anything I can to help him
out. Thank you.

How well do you know Thatcher Horton?

We were in a business deal together,
organizing a women's celebrity pro

tour.

Whatever happened to that? I remember
reading all the advance publicity and

suddenly it was canceled.

Well, he said he couldn't do it.

But you quit the pro circuit in order to
go into business with him.

I felt I was beginning to burn out.

Seemed like a good opportunity.

Your contract with Mr. Horton required
that you render exclusive services in

exchange for very little money.

You were giving up the possibility of
millions on the pro tour.

I would have been part owner, and I
would have made it up on the back end.

Look, I thought you wanted me to help
you with Bobby.

Why these questions?

It's my job to see who might have had
reason to kill Thatcher Horton.

How I may have felt about Thatcher
Horton wouldn't have made any

I was busy taping a late -night talk
show when he was shot.

About 300 people saw me.

Satisfied?

It's possible that the killer was a
hired gun.

What's that got to do with me?

Didn't you threaten him with a lawsuit
over the collapse of your business

partnership?

He was going to settle with me.

What made you think he'd treat you any
differently than anybody else?

He would have settled with me.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Stuart Horton.

I haven't seen anybody.

I just work on plants.

Well, that's certainly a healthy
bromeliad.

What's your secret?

No secret.

A change of soil.

That's interesting.

This particular orchid doesn't grow in
soil.

Oh, really?

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

Yes.

Keep that in mind.

Mr. Mason.

Yes? Mr. Horton's running a little late.

I'll wait.

I think I'm in love. Well, that's the
trouble with love. It's the most pain,

frustration, and disappointment.

It's not religion or politics. It's
money.

Take a look at this.

Too bad we can't cash in.

Offering $50 ,000 for information about
who shot Thatcher Horton.

I thought they caught the guy who did
it.

Maybe they caught the wrong guy.

You know anyone selling hot guns?

Charlie, you're not doing a little
business on the side, are you?

I got a workout.

I don't want to talk about it no more.

Looks like a moment to divide and
conquer.

You take Temple Brown.

Right.

Only authorized personnel in here.

I'm Robert Spencer's attorney.

Yeah? So?

So I talked to the bartender at one of
the clubs Spencer visited the night of

the murder.

It says you were there and that you
bought my client a drink.

Yeah, so you say.

Look, we can do this one of two ways.

You can talk to me now or in court.

I don't much care which. Your choice.

My choice, huh?

Well, my choice is to get on with my
workout.

You want to talk, you keep up.

Sorry about your father.

If you don't mind, I have a few
questions.

Of course.

Were you and he very close?

Well, my mother died when I was 15. And
after that, all my father and I had was

each other.

Thanks, Danny.

But he sent you away to school.

Yes, that's right. Military boarding
school.

Which was very good for me. Taught me
discipline for the first time. Then

college.

We spent every summer and all my
vacations together.

Sounds like a great life.

Mr. Mason, my father was a difficult
man. It wasn't easy being his son.

How about being his employee?

No longer a problem, is it?

All his wealth, position, and power are
yours now.

Eventually, it would have been mine
anyway. He was grooming me to take over.

You paint a very different picture than
the one I've gotten.

I was told your father paid you no more
than a secretary, gave you no authority.

And from his memos, I gathered he knew
for certain you were afraid to leave

job. Or afraid to stay.

Well, I know one thing for certain, Mr.
Mason. I'm not afraid of you.

Spencer's guilty. He's going to pay for
it.

Sure, I saw him at the club. I even
brought him a drink.

You're sorry for the fool.

Fool? Trust in what?

Even if he says what he claims he did,
the man's word wasn't worth a spit.

What time did you see my client that
night?

More or less. Hard to say. I was with a
lot of people.

Last thing I wanted to talk about was
that old man.

Sounds like you didn't like Horton much.

His father was a real hard dude, but
smart.

You almost had to respect him.

What about the son?

Saw you with him today. What was that
all about? Son's stupid.

Thinks the way to get me to play better
is to threaten to trade me to an

expansion team.

I've been your best year.

I called him a clutch a couple of times.
That happens to everybody.

That's not what the sports writers are
saying.

They're really sticking it to you.

Yeah?

I'd like to see one of them put it in.

17 ,000 people screaming at you.

22 feet out.

One second on the clock.

You played somewhere.

High school? Some in college?

Yeah. You almost good.

These are plastered all over the arena.

Ho, ho.

The bailiff at court had one.

I've been passing them out. I have six
high school kids helping.

$50 ,000 reward for information
revealing seller or purchaser of

murder gun.

.357 Desert Eagle automatic.

Serial numbers filed.

Cracked handle and silencer.

Straightforward, not too dramatic.

Also, $100 ,000 for information leading
to the identity of the true

killer. An incentive program.

I wanted to appeal to the truly greedy
as well as the borderline weasel. It's

incredible.

Thank you.

I don't think that's what Ken had in
mind.

Honey, what you've done is... Extremely
dangerous. You could be hurt.

But it's so practical.

Amy... A lot of people will read this.
You even left your home phone number.

Of course.

I didn't want Della bothered with all
those calls.

And I didn't leave my home address.

Besides, who would hurt me?

The killer.

Oh. So?

What are we going to do?

Well, she'll have to stay close to you.

I'm afraid you'll have to put aside
whatever disagreements you have.

At least for the moment.

I'll stay close, but I'd rather not.

I'll stay close to her.

But I'd rather not either.

Wait a minute, Amy.

Charlie left here about an hour ago.

Just ran out the door.

Well, not a clue.

Except that she was real excited.

Like winning the lottery or something.

Money.

Lots of money.

Like falling from the sky.

I mean, one minute she was reading that
flyer, the next minute she was gone.

You know, she must know something about
that Thatcher Horton murder.

If Charlie gets that cash, you tell him
that Al's entitled to half of it.

I was the one who gave him the flyer.

Mr.

Mason. Oh, Mr. Spencer, Della Street.

We've spoken on the phone.

I can't get so much as a beer in this
hotel.

I told you, no alcohol.

I don't like being treated like a child.

If, when this is over, you are a free
man, you can have a thousand drinks of

anything you like.

Until then, try iced tea.

The phone just started ringing.

Wait there a minute, okay?

Hello?

Oh, hi, Della.

Oh, Amy, I just got your message, dear.

Yeah, I was looking for Ken. Do you know
where he is?

He was supposed to be with you.

Oh, no, no, I'm fine. Don't worry about
me.

Listen, if he comes back to the hotel,
will you tell him I got a message on my

answering machine? Some woman named
Charlie wants to meet at 5 .30. She says

sold this killer the gun.

Someone's at the door. I gotta go. Bye.

Sorry. Nice watch.

Listen, what I'm interested in is a .357
Desert Eagle with filed -off serial

numbers and a cracked handle.

Sold one like that last week.

How about letting me in?

No, we can talk here. Can you tell me
about it?

People don't give their names.

Well, can you describe them? Not really.

Look, what I expected was a name or at
least a description of the buyer. That's

why there's a reward.

Listen, why don't we go out for a drink,
some dinner?

Maybe my memory will come back.

She claims she sold him the gun.

She's late.

She said 5 .30.

You're sure this was the right place?

Yeah.

I think so.

Who's that?

Charlie?

Are you Amy?

We were worried you wouldn't show.

Yeah. How did he know we were here?

He must have followed you.

Take it easy. It's going to be all
right. I ripped my neck. I could have

killed. Young lady, we need to talk to
you. Yeah, and I need you like I need a

funeral. Charlie, a man's life could
depend upon your testimony. Yeah, well,

life depends on getting out of town.

You blew it. I'm out of here.

Well, we did blow it.

It only takes five minutes to make
coffee. Oh, thanks.

Just one cup.

You don't have to feel compromised. I
won't seduce you.

Look, I really can't stay.

Ken?

Someone took the tape from my answering
machine.

That's how the man knew about the
meeting with Charlie.

Who was in the house?

Know what? I didn't let anyone in. Amy,
that means somebody broke in.

Oh, God.

The man who came to see me today, maybe
he's the killer.

We wouldn't have gotten this close
without Jane.

And don't forget, you can identify him
if we see him again. That could be very

important.

You think so?

Absolutely.

Okay.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Okay.

I mean it.

I mean, it would have been so easy for
you to tell me that this is a perfect

example of why I shouldn't be involved
in this at all.

Yeah, well... But you didn't.

You stood by me when I needed you.

Oh, Ken.

You've given me the strength to go on.

I have?

Definitely.

He does a good night's rest.

Well, tomorrow's another day.

You don't learn, do you?

What do you mean?

What I mean is you almost got the three
of us killed today and you're ready to

start up again tomorrow so nothing
happens.

I think I liked you better when I was
weak and vulnerable.

Well, I don't think we should discuss
this tonight.

Yes, if I were you, I'd leave while I
was ahead.

Come on. What are you doing? You're not
staying here. A man broke into this

house. It's not safe. You're staying
with me. Now, come on.

wouldn't seduce me.

I have to pick up some of Dad's papers
from the study.

What kept you?

I've wanted to see you every day, but I
just couldn't take the chance for your

sake. For my sake?

Sweetheart, I don't blame you, but if
people found out about it... Wait a

minute, wait a minute.

You think that I killed him?

Honey, I can't blame you.

I should hope not.

I assume that you did it.

Me?

Oh, my,

look at your face.

I can't believe how well you lie.

I'm going to have to reconsider a couple
of things you have told me with so much

conviction.

interrupting family business?

Actually, we were just talking about the
murder.

Anything new on the investigation?

Yes, that's why I'm here.

More questions?

Mr. Horton?

I'll be in my father's office if you
need me.

All right, ask away.

I just hope this theory is a little more
interesting than your last theory.

I think it will hold your interest.

The phone call to your stepson on the
night of the murder.

Phone call?

The records from the phone company say
it took place almost at the time of the

shooting. We know that because the call
to the police was less than two minutes

later.

Is this leading somewhere?

Yes. You're telling me who placed the
call?

Well, let me see.

I was in the bathtub when the shooting
happened.

So apparently my husband called his son.

I would guess to tell him that he wasn't
going to New York after all.

Wouldn't you think?

The operator at your stepson's answering
service remembers hearing a woman's

voice.

Mr. Mason, don't you know anything?

An answering service has two real
functions.

One is to put you on hold, and the other
is to write down your message

incorrectly. Will there be anything
else?

I wouldn't be at all surprised.

Very comfortable in your father's chair.

I am.

What can I do for you, Mr. Mason?

I was wondering why your stepmother
called you the night of the murder.

Well, you already asked Linda that
question, didn't you?

Now I'm asking you.

Why? To see if we say the same thing.

That's part of it.

Well, why would you care what Linda and
I discussed?

I want to know who hired the killer that
murdered your father, that's all.

I suggest you and Linda get your story
straight.

Before the trial.

The band was silver with these big
chunks of turquoise on it? Yes, I know

one you mean. Had one with either a man
or a woman's watch set into it.

Have you sold many of them?

Four.

Five. Four or five in the last couple of
months.

By any chance did you sell one to a man
about... 35, receding hairline, long

sideburns and really piercing blue eyes
about... This tall?

Blue eyes.

Yes, you know, I think I do remember
selling one to someone like that.

Why? He lost it in the bar where I work.

He seemed like a good guy and the watch
looked like it cost a fortune.

It did.

Do you have it?

No. No, my boss has it. And he won't
return it until somebody claims it.

If you could just give me the guy's
name.

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

Miss, this is the fourth store I've
tried.

I'm tired and I'm not going to argue
with you.

If you don't give me the name as far as
I'm concerned, my boss can just keep

watching. Okay, okay, okay.

Let me see if I've got the credit card
slip.

Where you been?

Oh, you scared me. Oh, Ken, you can't
imagine what I've had to do to try...

know, I've been up all night worrying
about you.

I've been on the case.

It's after midnight.

We're doing court tomorrow. I'm going to
get some sleep.

If you catch the killer, you won't need
to go to court.

You know where to find him?

As a matter of fact, I do. Where is he?

I'll show you.

You don't have to tell me how it is, and
you'll wait here, understand?

Absolutely.

I mean, you're agreeing with me?

I've learned my lesson.

I need the money. I want it now.

You think that makes any difference? You
think the cops are really going to care

about that?

Terrific.

Della, how many times have we done this?

Every time is like the first time for
me.

Well... Hi, Della.

Mr. Mason.

Don't you look handsome.

We're doing court in a half an hour.

I doubt they'll start without us.

There's something I want to say before
we start.

Just so it's not a confession.

Well, it is sort of.

Sort of an apology.

I know I've been kind of a jerk.

I'll sort of accept your apology.

Look, I've always had a temper.

Maybe that's why I was so good at hockey
in the beginning.

I sure wasn't brains.

Hell, I'd never even gotten through
college on my own.

Ken pulled me through.

He's a good friend.

Probably better than I deserve.

Look, the only thing I've ever been able
to do really well is hockey.

When I got hurt and all of a sudden I
lost that, I hated everybody because

I felt like I didn't have anything left.

That's why I acted the way I did.

I see.

First, I didn't even care whether I won
or lost the case.

No.

Now I appreciate all you've done.

All you're doing.

I just wanted you to know that before we
start.

And I want to win.

Let's do exactly that.

Tell me, Lieutenant, after the arresting
officers found People's Exhibit A under

the seat in the defendant's car, what
was done with it?

I sent it up to the lab for a ballistics
check.

And what did you find?

We found that we had a perfect match.

That gun was positively identified as
the one that was used to shoot and to

kill. That's a Horton.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

No further questions at this time, Your
Honor. I do reserve the right to recall.

Mr. Mason.

Yes, Your Honor.

I always have questions of Lieutenant
Brock.

Lieutenant Brock, how many times was the
deceased shot?

Three times, Mr. Mason. How close were
the entry points of the bullets?

Here's the coroner's report for your
recollection.

Just a moment.

Mr. Malansky.

With the court's permission?

Yes. Thank you.

Mr. Molanski will be standing at the
same distance Thatcher Horton was from

killer, assuming you to be the killer.

Now, Lieutenant, I ask you once again,
how close were the three

entry points?

The three shots came all within a
diameter of two inches, Mr. Mason.

About the size of a...

Silver dollar.

Quite a shot.

You're a trained marksman, Lieutenant.

Could you do that?

Not on my best day, Mr. Mason.

Shots would have to be almost
simultaneous, wouldn't they?

Otherwise, if the victim moved, turned,
or fell, the target area would change.

That is correct.

Could you get off three rounds that
quickly, Lieutenant?

Probably not, but, Mr. Mason, I'm not a
professional athlete.

I don't have the defendant's hands, I
don't have his eyes, or I don't have his

reflexes, sir. Very well, Lieutenant.

You just mentioned the defendant's
physical capabilities.

Dr. McLeod, would you please stand?

Dr. McCloud has been attending Robert
Spencer for several years.

He's prepared to testify that two years
ago, the defendant injured his right

hand. It then became arthritic, leaving
his trigger finger with limited

mobility. Thank you, doctor.

If that is true, how could Robert
Spencer fire quickly enough to hit

that target as it moved?

Objection. Speculation.

Your Honor, the lieutenant has
investigated, what, dozens of shootings?

Well, no, I'd say more, closer to a
hundred, Mr. Mason. I suggest he more

qualifies as an expert.

I'll allow it. Thank you. Now,
Lieutenant, in your expert opinion,

marksman with an arthritic condition and
impaired mobility to his trigger finger

have fired those three shots quickly
enough to have hit that target?

Has it moved?

Probably not, Mr. Mason.

Well, Lieutenant, it couldn't hit the
target.

It couldn't kill the target.

No further questions.

Redirect?

Yes, Your Honor.

Lieutenant, is there any reason the
accused couldn't have fired with his

hand? Objection calls for speculation.

I'll allow it.

Bear's fair, Mr. Mason.

He could have. The defendant could have
used his left hand.

What about accuracy?

Well, there again, at the distance in
question, it would depend on how steady

the hand, how good the eyes. Now, if a
good athlete was motivated, he very

easily could have done it. All
hypothetically speaking, of course.

No more questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Mason, recross.

No recross, Your Honor.

You may step down, Lieutenant Brock.

Ms. August?

The people rest, Your Honor.

Lieutenant.

Nice dollar.

Mr. Mason, is the defense prepared to
call its first witness?

Yes, Your Honor.

Defense calls Kathy Grant.

Miss Grant, would you please tell the
court how well you knew the deceased?

We were business associates. We were
attempting to put together a women's

project. The project was scrapped, was
it not?

Yes, it was.

We have information that Thatcher Horton
was planning to get married again.

Can you tell us to whom?

How would I know?

Because you were involved in his plans?

Now, Thatcher Horton planned to get
married again.

So I ask you again, would you tell us to
whom?

All right, well, he did ask me to marry
him, but I didn't take him seriously.

But Mr. Horton was certainly a serious
man, was he not?

He spoke to his lawyers about divorcing
his wife, did he not?

Yes, well, he told me he did. He also
mentioned naming me in a new will.

A new will?

Hmm.

Then suddenly he broke things off.

Then within weeks, your business
partnership with him collapsed. All that

true, is it not?

No, no, that's not true.

Isn't it true that you were personally
and professionally betrayed by him?

it true that when you demanded he
compensate you, he refused?

I learned the hard way what Thatcher's
really like, but I didn't kill him.

As a matter of fact, he didn't break it
off with me. I told him I wouldn't marry

him. Wouldn't marry him or couldn't
marry him?

Couldn't marry him.

One of the wealthiest men in the
country.

The single most powerful man in sports.

Now, what could you possibly say in the
way of rejection?

I had told him I was already married.

I married a boy who was in the Air Force
when I was 16.

We didn't tell anyone.

because I was so young.

He got his wings about the same time I
turned pro.

One day he was on a routine mission.

There was an accident.

He lost both of his legs.

He told me I could go out and date.

We could get a divorce.

When Thatcher asked me to marry him, I
thought about it, but I couldn't go

through with it.

I couldn't get a divorce.

I knew it would kill him.

I couldn't do that.

I'm very sorry.

No further questions.

The witness is excused.

This being the hour for our lunch
recess, court will adjourn until one o

State your name for the record, please.

Linda Horton.

Mrs. Horton, you are the widow of the
deceased?

I am. We were married for nearly five
years.

And would you describe your marriage as
a happy one?

I would describe it as successful.

You just heard Kathy Grant testify that
your husband asked her to marry him.

How does that square with your
definition of a successful marriage?

I know nothing about that.

You had no indication?

None.

No intuition?

None.

Absolutely.

Mrs. Horton, I find it difficult to
believe a bright, sensitive woman

like yourself had no idea her husband
was about to divorce her.

Mr. Mason, my husband was notorious for
his liaisons.

In my experience, he took them to bed,
not to the altar.

Your Honor, may I have a moment?

Yes, Mr. Mason.

Now, you say you didn't know your
husband was about to divorce you.

But you do know about your husband's
will. I have a copy of it right here.

Just obtained from the clerk's office.

I'd like to have it marked as defendants
next in order.

Without objection, so ordered.

This document makes you equal with your
husband's son, doesn't it? Yes, it does.

Approximately, what would that share be
worth?

I couldn't say.

Come now, in round numbers, in excess of
$100 million?

I suppose so.

But if your husband left you, if not for
Kathy Grant, then for another woman,

your prenuptial agreement would provide
you with $500 ,000 a year

for three years, but you would inherit
nothing.

I suppose.

Wouldn't you also suppose that you're
much better off with your husband dead

than alive?

At least a hundred million dollars
better off?

Objection, speculation, argumentative,
and harassing the witness.

I really would like to answer that, if
you don't mind.

The court will allow it.

I had an intuition you might bring this
up.

So, I came prepared.

The copy of the most recent will that my
husband drew.

His lawyer will file that for probate
today.

He gave me that several weeks ago.

You'll notice that his son, Stuart, gets
everything.

I inherit nothing.

For which you have my deepest
condolences.

I would imagine your grief would only be
eased by another marriage.

This one, perhaps to your stepson.

Objection.

Sustained.

I've no more questions of this witness.

Do you have any idea what time it is?
Where the hell are you?

What?

He's in that room over there. How'd you
find him?

It was easy.

How easy?

Well, first of all, I assumed he was
still in town since you'd heard him

demanding a payoff.

I didn't think he'd leave until he got
it, which could take some time.

So far, I'm with you.

The only thing I knew for certain was
that he wouldn't go back to the

So I deduced that since he was in
hiding, he wouldn't have access to his

phone. So you decided to stake out every
payphone in town?

I staked out the phone he was using.

That one.

How'd you find it?

Through the phone company.

I thought he might be using a credit
card.

Turns out I was right.

A motherly type at the local branch
helped me out after I sort of explained

her that...

There he is.

Let's go, Sherlock.

He said the sweetest thing.

Don't tell anybody.

Why is he coming here?

Maybe to meet somebody.

To pick up the money.

Horton's son, it's gotta be.

What's that?

Something to die for.

Okay. Well, one thing we know.

We certainly won't be getting any
information from that one.

Interesting that the hitman had a key to
the arena itself, but not to the

executive offices.

Well, sir, that's probably because there
are more arena keys floating around, in

which case that would make them easier
to steal.

But when he gets inside, it's not to
meet anyone.

He wanted something from Stuart Horton's
office.

I wonder what he was after.

That we will never know.

Good night, all.

I know people who would call that...

Withholding evidence.

He dropped it before he was shot.

Why don't you tell the good lieutenant
we'd like to study it for a couple of

hours?

Great. I'll order some coffee.

Very hot. Very black.

You really think that this could be the
answer?

At this point, it had better be.

Your Honor, I'd like to place this item
in evidence as defense exhibit number

seven.

May I see it, Mr. Mason?

Mr.

Mason.

Yes, Your Honor, I call Stuart Horton to
the stand.

Mr. Horton.

You are the only child and sole heir of
the deceased, are you not?

I am, but I didn't know anything about
that new will until yesterday when my

stepmother took it from her purse.

I see.

You worked for your father, did you not?

I was vice president of his company.

Large title, modest paycheck.

Well, I was being trained to take over.

But with that modest paycheck,

You support a penthouse here in town?

Yes. A ski house in Aspen?

Beach house in California?

That's true.

Objection. Even for one of Mr. Mason's
great fishing expeditions, we seem to be

on a rather long line of irrelevancy
here.

Mr. Mason, I agree with the prosecution.

I'm about to connect up, Your Honor.
Quickly, Mr. Mason.

How do you manage to live so well on so
little, Mr. Horton?

I inherited quite a lot of money from my
mother.

But you gambled that away, did you not?
In fact, there was quite an unpleasant

moment with your father over your
betting on sports, was there not?

He told me to stop, and I did.

Your Honor.

I would like the clerk to show Mr.

Horton defense exhibit number seven.

Certainly, Mr. Jackson.

Now, Mr. Horton, would you examine that
notebook, please, and tell me if you

recognize it?

I don't. You don't recognize it?

No. Even if I told you the man who was
shot last night?

In your sports arena, took it from the
desk in your office? I've never seen it

before.

That brings me to my last order of
business with you, Mr. Horton.

I'm going to ask you about your
relationship with your stepmother.

Is it not true that you and your
stepmother are lovers?

Yes. I can't hear you.

You're lovers.

You hated your father, did you not?

Yes. You hated him so much, you felt so
humiliated by him, that you made love

to his wife in his own house.

Yes.

I made love to her.

Yes, I hated him.

No further questions.

But I reserve the right to recall this
witness, Your Honor.

No questions, Your Honor.

You may step down, Mr. Horton.

Mr. Mason.

I call Temple Brown.

Mr. Brown, you're a member of Mr.
Horton's basketball team, are you not?

That's right.

Two years ago, you were even voted onto
the all -star team, weren't you?

I was one of the top scorers in the
league.

One of the all -time greats.

Now, would you please examine this
notebook?

I've never seen it.

Suppose I told you that the man who
stole that book from Stuart Horton's

was a hired killer.

The same hired killer who shot and
killed Thatcher Horton.

I don't know.

It's just a notebook with some scribbles
in it.

But very interesting scribbles.

Could you please read the top line?

Boston by at least four of $50 ,000.

You identify this bank statement for the
record?

It's mine.

Marked as defendant's next in order.

Now, what is that deposit there?

$50 ,000.

$50 ,000.

Made the day after your team lost to
Boston.

Suppose I told you I could match up at
least 25 games last year with point

spreads listed in this book and deposits
in several of your accounts.

I don't know.

Mr. Brown.

Mr.

Brown.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry about you.

You're a cheat.

You threw games, shaved points. You
broke faith with your teammates. You

faith with your friends and loved ones.

But most of all, with the fans who
believed in you. All for money.

You made plenty.

You wanted more.

Maybe.

Maybe I did.

But that's no reason to kill old man
Horton.

Exactly.

No reason to kill Thatcher Horton.

Every reason to kill his son, Stuart.

That's crazy.

Mr. Brown, what would happen to a
professional basketball player found

on games?

Suspension. For how long?

I don't know. Maybe a year, maybe life.

If I don't miss my guess, Stuart Horton
found out you were betting on basketball

games. He threatened you with a
suspension.

He then got you to shave points.

After that, there was just no turning
back.

Are you making this up as you go along?

Objection. Speculation. Mr. Mason is
fishing again.

I tend to agree with the counselor. You
do seem to be fishing, Mr. Mason.

Your Honor.

Counselor.

I'll tie this up in a minute.

Very well. You may proceed, Mr. Mason.

Objection overruled.

Now, Mr. Brown, you hired that hitman to
kill Stuart Horton, did you

not?

The killer shadowed him until he knew
his habits, waiting for the right

Do you know what he found?

I don't know anything.

He found out every time the father left
town.

The son.

came over and slept with his wife.

And that was the moment he picked for
the kill.

That's not true, none of it.

The father came home unexpectedly, but
the killer couldn't know that. All he

could see through the curtains was the
shadow.

Your hired killer killed the wrong man.

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

Mr. Brown, your hitman stole that
notebook.

That notebook and your bank statement
ties you to him.

It ties you to the murder.

When you heard the wrong man was killed,
you had to frame somebody fast.

You heard my client threaten the father.

You'd seen him that night on his way to
being drunk.

It couldn't have been too hard for you
or Richards to follow him home and plant

the murder weapon.

It's just not so.

Well, here is something that is so.

Your friend, Mr. Richards, died last
night in a gun battle with the police.

morning he received... We received some
startling news. Ballistics discovered

that the bullet that killed him did not
come from a police revolver.

It came from this gun.

This gun, which I would like to enter as
defendants next in order.

You recognize this gun, Mr. Brown?

Lieutenant Brock and my associate, Mr.
Malansky, found this gun in your locker.

You killed Mr. Richards.

After Richards shot the wrong man, he
tried to blackmail you.

So you followed him.

You found him the same time as the
police, and you made sure, you made very

sure, that he was dead.

You had one man killed.

You killed another.

And next, you had to kill Stuart Horton.

Who were you going to kill after that,
Mr. Brown?

And for what?

You think you're so smart.

You know what it's like being booed?

Thousands of fans yelling at you that
you're crap.

when you know you can make that shot?

Sportswriters just calling you names
when you know in your heart you still

the stuff.

Forced to lose when you know you a
winner.

You know what that's like.

But I didn't mean for old man.

Your Honor, I move all charges against
my client be dismissed.

The people concur, Your Honor.

Defense motion granted.

Lieutenant Brock, take this witness into
custody for questioning.

This court stands adjourned.

Thank you. I've got a lot to be thankful
for.

Give me another chance.

I won't waste it.

I'm sure you won't.

You were

wonderful, Mr. Mason. Congratulations.

Thank you.

May we give you two a word of advice?

Sure.

I believe there was a minor
disagreement.

There was nothing.

Amy, you feel Ken doesn't have any
confidence in you.

That's right.

Ken, you feel as if Amy has invaded your
area of capability and

expertise.

I wouldn't put it that way.

I would.

May we?

Both point out that both of you, in your
separate and individual

ways, contributed to the solution of
this case.

You both were right.

Take it from us.

Never end a day where one of you is
wrong. Today was a great day, and both

you were right.

Thank you.

Thank you, and thank you.