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And then operative
picked up subject again at...

Let's see, uh...

I'm not going too fast
for you, am I, Della?

No, it's just fine, Paul. Go on.

After which, subject
departed from hotel.

Della, are you
eating a candy bar?

I most certainly am not.

Go on, Paul.

Give me the rest of it.

At 7:12, second operative
relieved first operative.

At 7:15... Wait a minute.

Why don't you just read
the whole thing back to me?

"to 5th Street,
"then west Alvarado,

"uh, south on Alvarado to 7th.

"Subject was
wearing a brown hat.

"Subject went from
gas station at 6:27..."

Paul Drake!
Someday I'm going to...

It's all right, Della.

I do yoga myself sometimes.

It's not yoga!

Besides, don't
you worry one bit.

I'll have these
notes ready for Perry

by the time he gets
back from lunch.

You taking up judo, then?

You know, I know
a great exercise

for building up
those back muscles.

Believe me, I'm not
trying to build up anything.

Well, you sure don't have
to take anything off, beautiful.

If you only knew.

Trouble is, I have
a lunch appointment

with a watercress girl from
back home, a Dianne Adler.

- Friend of my Aunt Mae's.
- Watercress girl?

I don't know how she does it.

Skim milk, carrots maybe.

Of course, she's
only 22 years old.

Paul, every time I see her,

I start feeling
self-conscious and envious.

Why? What do you mean?
What's so special about her?

Aside from having a face

that's absolutely beautiful...

she was voted "the female

"with the most
perfectly formed figure

in all of the Smoky Mountains."

Della, wait a minute.

I, uh, I just
remembered something.

I haven't had lunch myself yet.

There's a...

candy bar in the second drawer.

Bye, Paul.

♪♪

This is even better than
the cream of chicken soup.

Dianne, ever since I
met you last month,

I've wanted to
ask you something.

Excuse me, would you care for
something to drink now, ladies?

Oh, yes. I'd like
some, uh... tea.

Just lemon, no milk.

Do you suppose they could
make me a chocolate milk shake?

♪♪

Oh, thank you, Miss Street.

It was so lovely of
you to ask me out.

For heaven's sakes, Dianne,

don't keep calling
me Miss Street...

- My name is Della.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

But you've been so kind to
me since I came to Los Angeles.

Well, you probably know
that my Aunt Mae said

that you might need
a little looking after

in the big city.

But enough of that.

Tell me, Dianne,

- how do you do it?
- Do what?

Eat all that food!

A-And still keep
that lovely figure.

Oh. Oh, well, I did
have a little more

than I usually...

Anyway, as I started to say,

your Aunt Mae was so sweet
to me when my mother died.

I did need help at first,

especially finding a job,

because there simply
weren't any back home.

How is your job?

You know, you haven't
even mentioned it.

Oh. Oh, haven't I?

- No.
- Oh, well, it's, uh...

you know, fine.

Just fine.

- But...
- Uh, but, uh, about your Aunt Mae,

Miss Street, what
do you hear from her?

Care for any more, ladies?

Uh, no, thank you.

That one with the caramel layers

is my own favorite, ma'am.

Oh...

Oh, you mean between
the whipped cream

those are actually layers of...

Oh, no, thank you.

I simply couldn't.

Oh, besides, we better be going.

I mean, back to work.

Oh. My glove.

- I left my glove. Excuse me.
- All right.

Excuse me, uh, your
friend's name is Mary, isn't it?

No, it's... No, it's not.

Ah, D-Dianne? Deborah?

- Dorothy, maybe?
- Excuse me.

Look, I'm not
trying to be fresh,

it's just that I'm
sure that I know her

from someplace, that's all.

In, uh, fact,

she just arrived from England.

That's it. See,

I was just over
there in the army.

At ease, General.

Bye-bye.

No harm in trying.

Wow.

♪♪

Hello. Jones and Jones?

Uh, I'm a friend
of Dianne Adler,

and I just had lunch with her.

When she comes
back to the office,

would you please
have her call...

She what?

Well, when did she quit her job?

Two weeks ago?

Do you know what she
could be doing now?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Uh, sorry, Mac.

- No harm done.
- That's mine, I'm afraid.

Beat it, will you, beach boy?!

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're Mr. Drake, aren't you?

And just who are you, a
collector of fortune cookies?

Dillard, sir, my
name is Dillard.

I tried to get a job
with your agency once.

I guess you don't remember me.

Well, I try to hire men
who aren't so clumsy.

Whose case you on now?

Well, uh, you wouldn't think
very much of my ethics, sir,

- if I come right out and...
- Then what are you doing here?

Sir, I-I'm never gonna get a
job with a big outfit like yours

if I betray my client's
nom de plume.

- You see, I...
- Oh, excuse me.

I think I dropped something.

Uh, did you happen to see...

Oh. Oh, there it is. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Here I am!

Oh, but it's perfectly
all right, I tell you.

You see, Harrison Boring...

Uh, that's the man who
picked me up this afternoon...

Well, he spoke to me
at the beach one day

a couple of weeks ago.

He noticed my figure.

Oh, but not the way you think.

I mean, he's always
been a perfect gentleman.

And a couple of days later,
we signed this contract.

- Contract?
- Mm-hmm.

It's a fashion idea.

Oh, but you mustn't
breathe a word.

Mr. Boring says there are
spies everywhere in fashion.

And that's why I couldn't tell
you I quit my job, Miss Street.

Well, anyway, Mr. Boring
has this big manufacturer,

and he's coming out with
a whole new line of clothes

designed especially for the
girl who's a teeny bit plumpish,

and I'm going to be the model!

They're going to build their
whole campaign around me!

So that's the mystery.

You know, I didn't
mean to meddle.

- It's just that...
- Oh, Della, yes!

That's why I've
been eating so much.

I have to gain 12 pounds.

Oh, but still keep the same
measurements here and here.

Oh, you know what I mean.

But if you don't think it
hasn't been wonderful...

I mean, all my life I've
had to diet and diet...

This man is paying
you $200 a week?

Uh-huh. Even
before we get started.

Just to eat! Isn't it fabulous?

Oh, Della, these past two weeks

have been the first
real vacation in my life.

You see, Mr. Mason,

my father drowned
when I was ten years old.

And then I had to leave high
school when my mother got sick.

The money's to be paid to you

for the duration of this
contract for two years?

Yes, yes! How can I lose?

And maybe there'll be TV
and-and magazine pictures.

Uh, yes?

Special delivery.

There. Every week.

Every week right on time,

my 200 pretty little dollars.

Perry, of all the crazy
things I've ever heard.

It's a rather
stringent contract,

but it seems proper.

No, I mean, maybe it
is a good idea for once

not to have a model
as skinny as a rail.

All income above $200
for magazine, photography

or any source whatsoever,
she's to divide 50/50

with Mr. Boring.

You mean she's to pay him
50% of everything that she...

He's also gambling, Della.

Paying her out of his
own pocket for two years.

That's what it is!

And you know what
I'm gonna buy with it?

Big steaks, French
fries... shortcake.

Maybe I am just meddling.

Oh, no!

No, no.

The manufacturer
changed his mind.

No money?

Well, why didn't Harrison tell
me about this this afternoon?

It's, it's all over.

Oh, Della.

I've already gained ten pounds!

Here he is.

Mr. Harrison Boring.

- Mr. Mason.
- Thank you.

Well, how do you do?

Mr. Mason, it's a
pleasure, a pleasure indeed.

Please sit down.

Oh, thank you.

I was almost certain you'd
be in to see me, Mr. Boring.

Well, of course... since this
letter you sent me yesterday.

I'm a little afraid of
letters from lawyers.

I mean, who isn't?

Since you failed to make
payment this week to Miss Adler,

under the terms of her contract,

I felt she ought to
clarify her position.

Oh, I'm blasted
sorry about that thing.

You know, this time I
thought I really had one going.

The deal was
practically ready to sign

when this stupid manufacturer...

Furthermore, you should
understand that Dianne intends

to sue for recovery of
any additional checks

you may fail to send
her for the next two years.

I should also mention
the inconvenience

caused by your inducing
her to become overweight.

Well, uh, just a
moment, Mr. Mason.

I mean, uh... you can't
get blood out of a turnip.

I-I'd pay if I could.

Until a few weeks ago, you were
employed by a man named Foster,

who has some vague
sort of insurance office.

And you don't see the connection
between that and high fashion?

Well, you're right,
there isn't any.

Uh, you see, I am basically
a promoter, an idea man.

Uh, look here, now, if you
don't see the sound validity

in these designs for
the pleasingly plump...

In fact, I'm on my way
to a meeting right now.

It may still work out.

I'd rather look at
this, Mr. Boring,

and the 50% clause.

Was it your idea?

If Dianne acquires a
large sum of money

during the next two years...

If she should marry a
rich man, for example...

Then 50% of that
money would be yours.

If what?

Um, uh, Mr. Mason,
y-you don't think

that I'm the kind of
a man that would...

I mean...

I-If you think that I was trying
to take advantage of Dianne...

I just thought it was sort of a
stock contract arrangement form.

There, how's that?

Isn't that good faith?

Doesn't that make
you feel better?

Not when you still have
your copy of the contract

with Dianne's signature on it.

It'll be here in the morning,

uh, but right now I, I do
have to get to that meeting.

Naturally I have
photostatic copies

of that contract with
which to sue you.

It'll be here, it'll
be here, I tell you,

a-and, Mr. Mason, the very
second that I have some money,

I'll make a settlement
with that poor girl.

Don't you understand?

I'm sorry.

I-I mean, I really
want to do what's right,

a-and if you'll just give
me a little more time...

A-And thank you for
your time, Mr. Mason,

and... don't worry,
I'll keep in touch.

Don't worry, I...

Portrait of a promoter
in panic, hmm?

Perry, you're beautiful.

Dianne may have trouble
losing those pounds,

but she'll certainly
never have trouble

with that stupid man.

Della, that contract had nothing

to do with fashions,
and it never did.

I should have spotted
it the other night.

Every single word about
Dianne losing weight

or being used as a
model is just red herring.

- Just camouflage.
- Well, what do you intend...

Find Paul.

Tell him to meet
me at the office

of this man, Foster...
Uh, Montrose Foster.

And tell him to make it fast.

Uh, yes, but...

Harrison Boring, yes.

Yes, he used to work for me.

He was here for a couple
years, as a matter of fact.

What was his job, Mr. Foster?

Oh, we're engaged in
a number of activities.

- Some insurance...
- Yes, I understand.

But I want to know exactly

what Boring was
doing before he quit.

Mr. Mason, you're an attorney.

Perhaps, if you told
me who your client is,

I'd be better able to...

Did he handle what
you'd call cases?

Investigative work?

Well, yes, I suppose you
might say that running down

some of these old
insurance things might...

You mean running down
missing heirs, don't you?

I beg your pardon?

Isn't that your real business?

The missing heir racket?

I don't like your choice
of words, Mr. Mason.

What has Harrison
Boring done to you?

By the way, where is he now?

You mean you don't know?

If I did, I'd break
his stupid neck.

What do you mean walking
in here and suggesting that I...

It's one of the oldest
stunts there is, I guess.

A wealthy person dies,
leaving no close relatives.

But a kind investigator
finds distant relatives

who don't know of the
death or the deceased.

But for a certain
percentage... Say, uh, 50%...

The kind investigator

will tirelessly help
prove a relationship.

Well, so you read one of
our standard form contracts.

But, uh... well, the... the
locating of missing heirs

is a very worthwhile service.

Unfortunately, there were
some deceptive decorations

on the contract I saw.

Mr. Mason, uh, why
don't we make a deal?

Sort of, uh, swap what we know.

Oh, here, have a drink.

Now, this... this
client of yours,

who very well may be
an heir to a fortune...

Uh, no, thanks, Mr. Foster.

You've already told
me all you know.

Oh, but, Mason...

Boring double-crossed
you, didn't he?

He ran into an
inheritance so large

that he quit his job to
take over on his own.

Maybe so, but...

And you don't even know
whose inheritance it is, do you?

Do you, Mr. Foster?

W-Wait. Wait, Mason.

Look, I'll help you
if you'll just tell me...

I'm sorry I'm late, Perry,
but I had another report

on Harrison
Boring... The jackpot.

Be right back.

He's been spending his
time where, Fair Oaks?

That's right.

Boring even keeps a
motel room out there

so he can be close
to the guy's house

he's been visiting on the q.t.

George C. Winlock.
Now, who's he?

He's the guy with the house...
The richest man in town.

How long has this Winlock

- had his money, Paul?
- Not too long.

He only came to Fair
Oaks about 12 years ago,

and he's made it all
since then in real estate.

Nothing on him before
that? No record at all?

Not that I can find.

He's married to some
society dame now,

but that's all in the
last 12 years, too.

He's our man, Paul.

- Let's go.
- Sure.

Perry, I don't get this.

If Boring's real interest in
Dianne was to sign her up

as a missing heiress
to somebody's fortune,

it sure can't be Winlock's
because Winlock isn't dead.

Step on it, Paul.

At least not yet.

Yeah?

- I'd like to see...
- I can't hear you.

- What do you want?
- Is Mr. Winlock in, please?

Oh, he's playing golf.

Look, mister, he
never comes here.

Call the office or something.

His office is
closed for the day.

I'd like to wait,
if you don't mind.

My name is Mason.

It's quite important.

Whatever you like.

Who is it, darling?

Nothing, Mother.
I'll take care of it.

Mason, huh?

I've heard that someplace.

Come on in here.

I just cracked some of
the old boy's 16-year-old...

Marvin, will you please
turn that thing down?

Why? If you don't
like it, shut your door.

Oh, really, darling?

Uh, Mrs. Winlock, my
name is Perry Mason.

Oh. Well, for goodness' sake.

Oh, surely, not the
famous attorney.

How do you do?

Mother, I told him George
was out playing golf.

Oh?

Oh, of course.

Oh, of course.
Isn't that too bad?

Perhaps I could
help you, Mr. Mason.

It's a personal matter
I have to discuss

with your husband, Mrs. Winlock.

Personal?

Oh, for goodness' sakes, what...
what has Georgie been up to?

Oh, no, no, I'm only teasing.

I do manage a great
many details around here,

Mr. Mason, so if
you'll just come...

You looking for me?

Oh, George...

Darling, we thought
you were still at the club.

I've been home for the past
hour trying to hear myself

on the telephone
over that crazy...

Oh, never mind.

Dear, this is Perry Mason
to see you... the lawyer.

Really, if I had any idea you...

All right, all right.
Thank you, dear.

What's on your mind, Mr. Mason?

I'm rather busy today.

Yes, I can imagine.

I only hope I'm here in time.

What's that supposed to mean?

Mr. Winlock, I represent a
young girl named Dianne Adler.

Adler? Adler.

The name means nothing to you?

I meet a great many
people, Mr. Mason.

Not to mention the
stream of functionaries

my wife has running in and out.

And how about the
name Harrison Boring?

Boring?

That's an odd one.

No, I can't say
that I've ever...

All right.

Thought I was
playing a long shot.

Now I know it's a sure thing.

What is? For heaven's sake...

Let me tell you
about Dianne Adler.

She's an innocent young girl.

Gullible, mixed-up.

She had no advantages
or family environment.

You see, she lost her
father about 12 years ago.

Now her mother is dead.

Well, what's that
got to do with me?

Her father was drowned

in a fishing accident...
Lake Superior.

Some of the bodies were
recovered, but not his.

Too bad, Mason,
but I really don't see...

Where were you 12
years ago, Mr. Winlock?

To be explicit, who were you?

What on earth
are you driving at?

Of course, I only have

enough information
to formulate a guess...

A guess that you might have
lived through that accident,

changed your name, all the rest.

But I suppose Harrison Boring

has proof that you're
Dianne's father.

- Isn't that right?
- Look, I just told you,

I never even heard of
anyone by the name of...

I have evidence that
you've been meeting

with Boring secretly at
the Shady Glen Motel.

Mason, even if this girl...
This... this client of yours...

Did have a missing
father somewhere,

I'm not sure I understand
what sort of claim

you think she'd have on him.

Well, putting aside

the moral obligation
between human beings...

Dianne is the sole heir of
her dead mother's estate.

It was a four-room house

with taxes and mortgage
overdue, incidentally,

but it does mean Dianne
has the legal ability

to disassociate her father
from her mother's share

of his earnings since
his disappearance.

Answer your question?

Legally, I mean.

Mason, I told you
I'm a very busy man.

One more thing.

Boring cheated Dianne
into signing a contract

entitling him to
part of her money.

But then he tore
up the contract.

Only one explanation
seems logical.

Boring realized he could
receive more money from you

directly by blackmail.

How much is he asking
to keep your secret?

How much money does Boring want?

Mason, please.

I need a little time.

Please leave me alone now.

I have an investigator
who'll keep an eye on Boring.

I'll also reserve a suite

for this evening at
the Fair Oaks Inn.

It's close. We can
talk there privately.

I want to do the right thing.

But I've got to have
time... That's all.

Time to think.

Perry.

Back too soon, aren't you?

I wanted Boring's motel
kept under surveillance until...

I know, but he's
pretty cagey, I'm afraid.

While I was
registering for a room,

I spotted him outside sneaking
a look at my car registration.

So you left all together?

But don't worry. We're covered.

There's an investigator
already there

who's only too
glad to have the job.

Dillard. The clumsy guy I
met at the beach, remember?

You said you thought Dillard

was working for the
stepson, Marvin Palmer.

He was, but Palmer
fired him an hour ago.

Fired him?

Della?

Fired him without pay.
Dillard's madder than a wet hen,

but at least he'll
keep in touch with me

until one of my
own boys takes over.

Dianne. What are you doing here?

Oh, well, I was out by
the bus stop, you see.

And, uh, I mean, I couldn't find
the place was I was looking for,

so I had to find
somebody to help me.

Uh, but then Miss Street...

I found her, Perry.

She was on her way
to see Harrison Boring.

Why? And how did you
know he was in Fair Oaks?

Oh, oh, well,

I found these matches
he'd loaned me...

But what did you
want to see him about?

Oh, Mr. Mason, you
understand, don't you?

To stop all this trouble
I've been causing.

I mean, if all we want
is to get that other copy

of my contract back...

Oh, just because I've
been a stupid little idiot,

gaining all that weight.

Why should all of
you be involved?

Did you tell her we
were coming here?

No, Gertie did.

After a man named
Foster visited Dianne.

Foster?

Yes, this Mr. Foster came
to see me, late this afternoon,

and he started asking questions
that I couldn't understand.

So after he left, I
called your office and...

And I thought I
was bluffing Foster.

You're not angry with
me, are you, Mr. Mason?

Answer that, will
you please, Paul?

It's probably Mr. Winlock.

Of course I'm not angry, Dianne,

but you really
shouldn't be here.

And there's something
you should be told.

And I think Della should
be the one to tell you.

About Mr. Winlock, you mean?

Who's Mr. Winlock?

Please remember we're
your friends, Dianne.

Why don't you slip
out the back way, Della.

What?

I can't hear you.

It's Dillard, Perry, but I
can't hear what he's saying.

Dillard? Say it again, will
ya? I still can't hear you.

But I can't talk any
louder, Mr. Drake.

There's cops all
over this place.

I said, cops.

I tell you, it's been a
regular parade around here.

No, no, look, I gotta
get out of here fast.

There's no point in
watching Boring any more.

Didn't you hear me?

From all I can
see, Boring's dead.

I guess I don't write
so good in the dark,

but I got it all
down right here.

Who was in this
parade you mentioned?

A whole string of people

come to see Harrison
Boring this evening.

Then no sooner
the last one's gone,

than the manager
comes running over.

Then four minutes
later, a squad car.

That's when I started trying
to get hold of you, Mr. Drake.

I mean, I figured maybe, uh,

you guys might be more
interested in seeing this

than the police.

Yeah, I'd say we might.

I don't know what your
interest is in this, Mr. Mason.

I don't know who you're
trying to nab or anything, but...

Please, the notebook.
Who was there?

Well, um,

first this young
creep Marvin Palmer.

I don't know what he's up to.

First he has me tailing a dame,

then switches me over to
watching this Harrison Boring.

Go on. Who's next?

Well, a few minutes later

a woman comes,
big car, dressed nice,

kinda middle-aged lady.

I never saw her before.
Stayed seven minutes.

But no sooner she's gone,

a guy slips in. He must've
been watching, I guess.

On foot, hat pulled down.

I'd have trouble spotting him.

Was he the last visitor?

No, sirree.

And, Mr. Drake, I guess
now you'll hire me, all right.

Get this.

"Entered 8:05,
left 8:21, running."

Just two and a half minutes

before the cops and the
manager and everybody.

And guess who it was, Mr. Drake.

That same broad you were
tailing down at the beach.

That Dianne Adler.

Pretty good work, huh?

All right, yes, yes!

I was there!

Why did you lie to us?

Because I didn't kill him.

Honest, I didn't.

Oh, please, please believe me.

He was dead when you
walked into the room, I suppose.

And you stayed there 16
minutes with his dead body?

What?

Oh, no.

No, I was only there for a few
minutes... four or five maybe.

Dianne, there's
evidence to the contrary.

I don't care, it's a lie.

Look, he wasn't dead.

He was perfectly alive.

And you naturally talked
to him about the contract.

Yes. Yes, that's what happened.

And he gave it to me.

Oh, I thought he'd argue
or threaten me even,

but when I told him
what I thought about him,

why, he laughed and he
threw it in my face and...

Dianne, stop it. Stop
making up this story.

But it's true, Mr. Mason.

And then I walked here to
the center to catch a bus.

Oh, I was really going
to leave Fair Oaks,

and then Della saw me.

And I did lie then,
of course, but...

And you're still
lying, every word.

Perry.

Oh, it's you.

I know I'm a little
late, Mr. Mason.

It's a difficult
decision to reach.

Decision?

Oh, yes, I know what
you must think of me.

I know what I've thought
of myself sometimes.

But my first marriage, well,
it just wasn't very successful.

You've got to understand.

When I realized people
thought I was dead

and I had a chance
to change my name...

Mr. Winlock, I know
of only one marriage.

Your present situation
certainly isn't legal.

My present wife doesn't
know the full truth.

That's one of the difficulties.

But she took me on faith.

She was willing just
to tell all our friends

that we'd eloped to
Las Vegas one weekend.

But there wasn't
really any ceremony.

It was a great
sacrifice for her.

Position is very important to
her, what people would think.

Well, that eliminates bigamy.

Don't be so impatient.

I'm trying to
explain, that's all.

I must be impatient.

There's very little time.

Mr. Mason, I know
that I can never

make up to Dianne
for what I did.

But I'm quite willing to
discuss a financial settlement,

willing to give her a quarter,
a third of my money perhaps...

Whatever you think proper.

But I must insist
that this be kept

absolutely secret between us.

Dianne.

So you're my...

Look at him, Mr. Mason.

He's my father.

No wonder I'm a liar.

- Look what I come from.
- Dianne.

Oh, why don't you ask
him if he killed Mr. Boring?

Because he was already
dead when I got there.

And he didn't give me
the contract, I found it.

I looked all
over till I found it.

I thought he was
just lying there drunk.

You could smell whiskey
a half a mile away.

Only...

Only when I touched him...

I felt the blood.

So I ran.

And I ran and I ran.

And I ran down the road,
and I telephoned the motel,

and I said that they should
go and look in cabin ten.

And then I hung up.

But you don't believe
any of this, do you?

Nobody would.

Oh, it's all crazy.

My whole life is crazy.

Isn't it, Daddy?!

Just like you!

Run and lie and
lie and run and run!

No!

Oh, my Lord.

Excuse me, ladies.

Which one of you is
Miss Dianne Adler?

What do you want?

Never mind.

You're her, all right.

Just a minute.

I'm Miss Adler's attorney.

Oh, is that so?

Well, you might like to know

we just caught one
of your investigators

and found a notebook
he threw away.

Well, there's more to this case

than the times people
went into motel rooms.

Would you ask the
gentleman in the other room

to step in here, please?

He's pulling your leg;
there's nobody in here.

Well, read this if
you like, lawyer.

Come on, honey,
we're going downtown.

Let's go. Come on.

That's right.

Right ahead.

Says first-degree murder.

You heard the doctor
testify that the deceased,

Harrison Boring, was killed with
a blow from a blunt instrument.

You also heard him say that
there were scratches and bruises

on the face, indicating
that there might have been

a struggle prior
to that fatal blow.

Yes, sir, I heard all that.

But did you hear anything

on the night of the
murder to substantiate this?

From your vantage point
in the cabin across the way,

did you hear any struggling?

Any fighting?

No, I told you.

I didn't hear anything, except
people's radios all the time.

Besides, it's a couple of
hundred feet across there,

like your diagram shows.

You think I got radar?

Just because
you've been declared

an unfriendly
witness, Mr. Dillard,

there's no necessity for
you continuing to prove it.

Now, you heard the police
testify that someone had

hurriedly searched Mr. Boring's
cabin and his luggage,

and that they had found
liquor spilled all over it.

You heard an expert identify
fingerprints of the defendant

taken from the desk and
from the bureau drawer,

and one bloody fingerprint
of hers was found

on the wallet in
Boring's coat pocket.

That's the pocket where
I found the contract.

Moved around in that
cabin quite a good deal,

wouldn't you say so?

Sure.

And still, you couldn't see

any of that movement
through the window?

No, the curtains were too thick.

You couldn't see anything
or anybody in there.

Fine.

That's all I wanted to find out.

Then everything that
you saw or heard that night

is recorded in this notebook...
Exhibit A... is that correct?

Yes, sir, that's correct.

But the police
found this notebook

in a highway trash
can, Mr. Dillard.

Did you put it there?

Yes, sir.

Why?

Well, to get rid of it.

I saw a patrol car
making a U-turn.

I was afraid maybe they
spotted my license number.

You're sure that Mr. Mason
or possibly Mr. Paul Drake

didn't suggest that?

No, no!

That's not true at all.

Mr. Mason told me
he couldn't order me

to destroy evidence like that.

I was going to burn it!

Well, they certainly suggested

that you get out
of town in a hurry.

I remind you, Mr. Dillard,
you were clocked

going out the highway
90 miles an hour.

But that was my idea,
don't you understand?

I figured maybe if I
disappeared for a while...

You mean, you were willing
to take all this risk on yourself?

The risk of removing
evidence and removing yourself,

a material witness,
in a murder case?

Well... yes.

I didn't want to get
their client in the soup.

After all, I was still
trying to earn myself

maybe a good job, that's all.

Well, I certainly think that
Mr. Mason should thank you

for keeping his
reputation clear.

And I'm sure that your
fine work will get you

a top job in the Paul
Drake Detective Agency.

Now, if you'll
read for me please

this last entry in
your notebook.

"Miss Dianne Adler.

"Entered Cabin ten
at 8:05, left at 8:21.

"8:23-and-a-half,
the manager arrived.

8:27-and-a-half,
the police arrived."

Your witness.

Mr. Dillard, concerning
the first entries

in your notebook, the earlier
visitors to Boring's cabin

the prosecution has been
rather vague about identifying...

Your Honor, we've
already explained

to counsel and to the court,

we're not presenting
our full case at this time.

Just those few facts necessary
to have Miss Adler bound over.

I'm inclined to go along with
that approach, Mr. Mason.

This is only a hearing.

Of course. I understand.

I'm quite willing to postpone...
For the moment, at least...

My interrogation of the visitors
who have been identified.

But I have a question
about the person

who immediately preceded
Miss Adler in Boring's cabin.

Quite pertinent. Proceed.

Mr. Dillard... this
"man wearing dark hat,

walked to cabin, entered
at 7:47... left at 8:02."

You say you didn't
recognize him then?

No, sir.

It was too dark over there.

Now, since that night:
have you seen someone

who perhaps reminded
you of that person?

No, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Well, I told Miss Adler
that Harrison Boring

was trying to cut her
out of something big.

What did you mean by that, sir?

Well, I told her she'd
better get after him

because he was cheating her.

And if I knew Harrison,
she'd better catch him quick.

Yes, but cheating her of what?

I don't know.

I was just guessing.

But those were the
exact words I used,

and she can't tell
you any different.

All right, then.

What was the effect of
your words on Miss Adler?

Well, she seemed to already know

he was cheating her.

But it sure made
her mad, all right,

because the minute I left,
she took off for Fair Oaks,

just like that!

Thank you,
Mr. Foster, that'll be all.

Mr. Foster, you say you

deliberately upset and
angered the defendant

so that she might lead
you to Harrison Boring?

That's right.

Why were you so
eager to find him?

Like I told you, he
owed me money.

Not because he was
cutting you out of something?

Absolutely not.

Is it possible that
you won't admit it

because you hope to take
over where Boring left off?

No, sir!

When Boring left my
employ, he owed me $352.

If I could've caught him, I
would have broken his neck!

But I didn't.

Like I testified: I tailed
the girl and I lost her.

Dianne Adler went
by bus to Fair Oaks.

You mean you
couldn't follow a bus?

But I lost her in Fair Oaks.

She went into a drugstore
and I didn't see her come out.

But I wasn't anywhere
near that motel that night.

Are you willing to
furnish proof of that?

Of course I am! I
wasn't anywhere near it.

Good!

Now, would you mind,
uh, putting on this hat?

Your Honor!

Just a moment, Mr. Burger.

I don't think this
would do any harm.

Of course I don't mind.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mason.

I just can't tell.

Well, what time will Mr. Mason
be back from the courtroom?

But I must speak to him,
the minute he gets back.

Yes, I... Oh, yes, I can wait.

Oh, Mr. Mason.

Yes, Mrs. Winlock. What is it?

Mr. Mason, I want to
know if you're going to

put on a defense for
that girl this afternoon.

Well, that's not a
matter I can discuss.

Oh, Mr. Mason...

The district attorney's office
has been asking questions,

privately, of course.

I think they may realize that...

I'm the other woman

who was at Boring's
cabin earlier that night,

just after my son...

after Marvin was there.

Yes, I've, uh... thought of
that possibility, Mrs. Winlock.

But perhaps if you'd tell
me why you visited Boring...

Oh, I'd be quite willing to give

a perfectly logical
explanation for that, Mr. Mason.

From the witness stand.

If I testified for the defense?

If you what?

Oh, listen to me, please.

The girl, Dianne...

her story's going to
be that she thought

Boring was drunk,
isn't that right?

That when she
came into the cabin

he was already
lying there in the dark,

and she didn't realize that he
wasn't just drunk, but dying?

Once again, I can't discuss it.

Mr. Mason, if I testified

that I thought exactly
the same thing...

that I saw him lying there
and smelled all that liquor...

and if my son, if Marvin should
say exactly the same thing

about his visit there,
on the witness stand...

wouldn't that save Dianne
from further prosecution?

In return for what,
Mrs. Winlock?

Oh, Mr. Mason,

she can have all of George's
money that you want,

but the truth... the
truth about Dianne,

about... about our
marriage and all...

it just mustn't come out!

Not ever, don't you understand?

Of course, Mrs. Winlock.

I will definitely be
in touch with you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Mason.

Goodbye.

Della, find Paul.

He has a job to do
before we finish lunch.

This way, Perry, I'm
parked in the alley.

Paul, what about the
times Dillard testified to?

My boys are double-checking
every one that's possible.

"two-and-a-half minutes"
from the time Dianne left

- until the motel manager...
- Sorry, Perry, it's right.

The Motel clock is right.
Every one of these times is right.

Let me do this alone.

Thanks for getting here
so quickly, Mr. Winlock.

Mr. Drake didn't
give me much choice.

I'll come directly to the point.

You were the man in
the dark hat, weren't you?

The man who was in
the cabin after the woman

and just a few minutes
before Dianne's visit.

What gives you a
crazy idea like that?

Mrs. Winlock has
offered to commit perjury.

She wouldn't do that
unless she were positive

you were that man.

She offered to...?

Now, could we have the truth?

All of it?

Yes, I was there.

But Boring had already
blackmailed me, Mason.

I'd already given him
$10,000 in advance, in cash.

But after talking with you,

I realized there was
only one thing to do.

I went to see Boring and I
scared the daylights out of him.

I told him I was perfectly
willing to expose myself

to the whole world... And
expose him as a blackmailer.

And put him in prison
for what he'd done.

You stayed there for only
a few minutes, Mr. Winlock.

The gun in my hand
helped to convince him.

And I might have used it,
Mason, if he hadn't given in.

Given in?

He handed me back the $10,000,

and promised to get
out of town for good.

And then you left?

Had Boring been drinking?

In his cabin there was
the smell of whiskey.

He was alive when you left?

I asked you a question.

When you left that cabin,
was Harrison Boring alive?

Good Heavens, Mason!

Haven't I done enough to Dianne?

What do you want me to do?
Send her to the gas chamber?

So it's possible,
from this diagram,

that someone could have visited

Cabin Number Ten
without your seeing them?

No, sir, Mr. Mason.

I'm sorry, but
they just couldn't.

What about other means
of access to the cabin?

There's a side window
here, for instance.

If it please the court.

We've already proved that
that window can't be opened.

That there is no back
door to Cabin Ten.

That on that night, it
was impossible even to

approach Cabin Ten without
being observed by Mr. Dillard here,

from across the way!

Yes, I think we've
been over that ground

satisfactorily, Mr. Mason.

Very well, Your Honor.

But one or two more questions

to clarify the notes
in your notebook.

"Miss Dianne Adler at
8:05. Left cabin at 8:21."

Well, that's written
clearly enough.

But what's this number here?

Uh... "Entered 7:47."

That the one you mean?

Oh, it's a seven.

I was writing in the
dark, Mr. Mason.

But my watch does
have a luminous dial, so...

Yes, of course.

And that's, uh...
"left at" what time?

8:02... you mean the
man wearing the dark hat.

Oh, yes.

The man in the dark hat.

And you're quite
sure there's no mistake

about these times?

Well, like I said, I
may be a little clumsy,

but at least I can read a watch.

Your Honor, it's obvious that
Mr. Mason can't read a watch.

Certainly he's wasting
the court's time.

May it please the court,
we are trying to confirm

certain new evidence
that we've uncovered.

Go on, Mr. Mason.

You'll be glad to
know, Mr. Dillard,

that the man in the hat
also looked at his watch,

and your figures agree.

You mean, you found him?

We are further prepared
to introduce testimony

showing that when
this man left the cabin,

Harrison Boring was still alive.

He will also state there was
no smell of liquor in the room,

and that the only whiskey
bottle visible was sealed.

Who is it, Mr. Mason? Who?

But why put him on the stand...

when it's you who
committed murder?

What?

Mr. Dillard, Paul Drake
is a very good detective,

but Boring still
managed to spot him.

Is that what happened? Did
Boring see you watching him?

That's not true!

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

16 minutes you said
Dianne was in there.

In very clear writing. Why?

Because you wrote
those times after the fact?

That's not true! Stop it!

Wrote them to cover
up what you'd done?

Wrote them in a notebook
which you could have destroyed,

if you'd really wanted to?

I won't answer
that. I won't tell you.

Would a frightened girl think
of pouring whiskey on a man

she'd just fought with?

That's not true!
He was drinking it!

Oh, he was?

What else was he doing?

Your-Your Honor...
see, I didn't mean to do it.

It's just... his head, it struck
this thing when I hit him, see?

All right, all right
he spotted me.

But-but by that time, I
had enough on him...

See, he had this money, see?

Well, when that guy left, Boring
comes right over to my cabin.

He says, "What gives?"

Well, naturally, I says
what gives right back!

Let's have some of that money!

Well, he-he laughed at me.

He said he didn't
have it any more.

But... I didn't want
to rough him up, but...

well, you see, then I, um...

I, uh, I carried him
back to his place

and-and, uh, I poured
that whiskey on him, see?

I'm sorry, kid.

I'm sorry.

So the one thing wrong
in Dillard's notebook

was the time he showed
Dianne as arriving at the cabin?

Exactly.

With nerves of steel a person
couldn't spend 16 minutes

searching a dark room with
even a drunken occupant present.

But of course when...
your wife decided to protect

the family name and
reputation by committing perjury,

- why, I fully understood...
- No, wait a minute.

It was that useless son of
hers she was trying to protect.

Oh, Mason, we all
make so many mistakes.

Marvin had been snooping around

for some time, I guess.

He was getting as close to
nailing me as Boring himself.

And what's a mother to do?

The wrong thing,
maybe. I don't know.

I'm sure no judge!

The way I... I ruined
poor Dianne's life.

Well, we're not hiding
the truth any more, now.

My wife is kicking
Marvin out on his own.

So you see, mistakes
can be changed.

Just like people.

Wait a minute.

How long has that thing been on?

Dianne.

Your father is taking us out
for a steak dinner, Dianne.

Would... you come along?

Please?

Dianne?

How about it? Hmm?

Well...

well, I might be willing to
try a little cottage cheese.