All language subtitles for Perry Mason S08E19 The Case of the Feather Cloak.DVDRip.NonHI.en.CBS

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Aloha, Aunt Hilo! -Aloha, Anona!

- Where have you been?
- We thought you were never coming!

Yes! We're starved!
Simply starved!

Quiet everyone. Quiet.

This is the celebration
of Anona's betrothal.

We already know,
Auntie Hilo. Anona told us.

- So let's celebrate.
- All right.

But where is the groom-to-be?

Anona said it was
to be a surprise,

so we left him at
Kamehameha Point trying

the big waves there.

Kamehameha Point?

But no one has
ever dared surf there!

No one but Doug, Auntie Hilo.

I'll go get him.

Are you happy about this?

Anona has loved him
since she was a little girl.

He was the world's
surfing champion then.

Now he's a beach tramp.

Liquor, gambling,

divorcees from the hotels,

living in that
shack by the point.

Well, I, for one, am not happy.

Doug?

Doug!

Doug?

Doug?

Oh, no!

Doug!

Anona, what are you doing here?

Doug! Doug.

Easy. Easy, now.

What brought all this on?

The bullet... it didn't hit you?

What bullet?

Well, the man on
the ridge with a rifle...

He took a shot at you!

Wahini, have you been
smoking opium or something?

No! No! Look.

Look.

Well, what do you know.

Clean through the whole board.

This I don't exactly like.

Doug, why would
he do such a thing?

Who have you told about us?

Auntie Hilo.

After we agreed it
was to be a secret?

Who else did you tell?

Just some of the
gang at the beach.

Oh, I was so happy and proud.

Doug, I'm sorry if I did wrong,

but what has our planning
to be married got to do

with somebody shooting at you?

That's what I'm going
to find out right now.

- Mr. Mason?
- That's right.

Mr. Logan say please
to wait on veranda.

Thank you.

Well, hi, sport.

How's it going?

Whoops. Not so good, I guess.

Paul, you all clear now
on what you're to do?

Well, if anyone should ask,

I'm an ornithologist
taking pictures of seagulls.

I mean what we want
the pictures to show...

Exactly how the Logan
Beach is split in two

by Kamehameha Point.

I'll get it all for
you in color,

but why I have to dress
up like a royal Hawaiian

to do it is a little beyond me.

It was Mr. Logan's suggestion.

Logan? I thought your client
was the Pan-Pacific Hotel chain.

It is, but Mr. Logan doesn't
want anyone out here

to suspect he's thinking
of leasing his beach.

Well, there's nothing illegal

about leasing land
in Hawaii, is there?

No, but in this case, there's
a possible complication

I'll tell you about later.

So, while you're
chasing seagulls,

I'll be digging
through old records

in the Honolulu courthouse.

You'll find it gives me clear

title to my land, Mr. Mason.

My great-great grandfather
was an excellent businessman.

This, I assume, is Mr. Drake.

That's right.

You're positive Mr. Drake
is quite trustworthy?

I've trusted Paul with
all manner of things

the major portion of
my legal life, Mr. Logan.

Oh, well, then I won't worry.

Would you care to try
some of our local product?

You'll find it quite different
from pineapple on the mainland.

Sugar-ripened in the fields,

and has a 20% higher sugar
content than the export variety.

Come now. Come, come, come.

Voila.

How'd you manage that?

He almost took my finger off.

He's partial to me.
So partial, in fact,

that I hardly ever go
anywhere without him.

Well, if you're ready, shall
we go, and I'll show you

the path which leads
down to the ocean?

- I'm ready now.
- Good.

Kelland?

What are you doing here?

Looking for Professor Heller.

He's inside.

Thanks.

Our local beachcomber.

Shall we go?

What can you tell me
about that, Professor?

My good fellow,
you-you startled me.

Not any more than you startled
me about a half hour ago.

I startled you?

Mr. Kelland, what
are you talking about?

That cartridge case.

A little something
you forgot, Professor,

after you took that potshot
at me from the point.

I took no shot at you.

No?

Smell.

It's... it's gunpowder!

Fresh gunpowder.

Not a bad notion at that...
Plugging someone on a surfboard.

Good chance the
body'd never be found.

Who told you about
me and Anona Gilbert?

No one told me...

I think I'm beginning
to understand.

The trust under which Kamehameha
Point is being held for her.

A trust a marriage
would terminate,

giving you joint possession.

Exactly.

50%, instead of a lousy $10,000.

Have you told Anona
what you found there?

I'm not that stupid.

So, you and I are still
the only ones who...

who know the point is not a
worthless mass of barren rock?

The only ones, Professor,

but your knowing's not
going to do you any good.

Mr. Kelland...

when you brought
me this tiny feather,

and told me you
found it in a place

known only to you on
Kamehameha Point,

what did I say?

Well, you said a lot of things.

No.

I said this feather
was the culmination,

the crowning achievement,

30 years of Polynesian research.

Why else do you think

I so readily paid you
that initial $5,000?

You'll get your money back.

It's not the money
I'm concerned with.

It's the years and
years and years.

A lifetime of searching

and working and hoping.

And to salvage that...

I would gladly kill...

if the occasion arose.

Now, take it easy, Professor.

You haven't
thought this through.

Killing me won't get you
your crowning achievement.

I'm the only one who
knows its exact location.

Remember?

Mr. Kelland, I
thought this through.

To prevent this marriage,

it not be you I'd kill.

Anona? You...

Oh, you wouldn't kill her.

I would indeed.

But fortunately, I...

discovered a better way
to prevent the marriage.

A far better way.

How'd you make out?

I took enough pictures
of Kamehameha Point

to make a travelogue.

And in the process, I
found out something

that might just be connected
with the leasing of the beach.

What's that?

There were some surfers there.

They were talking about a
board with a bullet hole in it.

Belongs to a Douglas Kelland.

He has a shack by the
point, and from his description,

I'd say he was the beachcomber
we saw going into Logan's house.

However, it's probably
romance trouble.

Kelland just got himself engaged

to a local Hawaiian girl
named Anona Gilbert.

Anona Gilbert?!

Name mean something to you?

Yes, it does, Paul.

She's the complication
that brought us out here.

From the courthouse
records today

I verified a rumor
that had reached

Pan-Pacific Hotels.

Rumor?

While Jarvis Logan
has title to the beach

on either side of
Kamehameha Point,

the point itself is held
in trust for Anona Gilbert.

She's the lineal descendant

of one of the great
Hawaiian warrior chiefs,

who sold his land
to Logan's ancestor

but for some reason
withheld the sale of the point.

Probably knew they'd
build a hotel there someday.

One thing's certain.

Pan-Pacific's not
going to spend $6 million

developing Jarvis Logan's
beach without the point.

After dinner I want
you to find Kelland,

get his theory on the shooting.

Wait at his shack if necessary.

Okay, what are you going to do?

Ooh, I thought I
might go to a nightclub.

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Will you join us, Anona?

Thank you, perhaps later, Jon.

I was told that you
wished to speak with me.

Yes.

That was very
beautiful, Miss Gilbert.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

My name is Mason.

I'm an attorney.

I represent Pan-Pacific Hotels.

Oh, yes, Mr. Logan
told me about you.

Did he tell you
why I'm in Hawaii?

He said to arrange for a
new hotel on his property.

It's your property I'm
interested in, Miss Gilbert.

Kamehameha Point?

Oh, he told me you might be.

You see, he's trustee of
my estate, such as it is,

and if the point were to
become part of the lease,

then he said I would
receive a share of the money.

And you've agreed to that?

Since my parents
died when I was five,

Mr. Logan has been
like a father to me.

I've always done
everything he said.

What does Mr. Kelland say?

Doug?

Well, he knows
nothing about the hotel.

Mr. Logan asked
me not to talk about it.

Tell me, why are you asking me
all these questions, Mr. Mason?

Well, I have to report on
the availability of the land,

and when you marry
Douglas Kelland,

it's quite possible he may
have something to say about it.

Ah.

Well, I'm sure
whatever arrangements

that Mr. Logan makes
will be quite all right.

There she is... My
little kanaka cutie...

Sitting right over
there at that table.

Name is Anona,
or did I tell you that?

Well, come on, honey,
I'd like to introduce you.

Best little number on the island

if you happen to
like the natives.

It's all right, Mr. Mason.

Want you to meet
my lady friend, baby...

Dolly Jameson, a real swinger.

Lady friend, Doug?

Right.

Decided marriage was
for the birds, so I started out

on the town, and who
did I run into but Dolly.

Told her all about you.

Said I ought to let you know...
Breaking off the engagement,

so letting you know.

That's, that's very
kind of you, Doug.

Forget it.

Come on, Dolly girl,

let's find a spot where
they got the juice turned on

and do a little
dancing or something.

One thing, Mr. Mason.

You needn't worry any longer

as to what Doug will say
about Kamehameha Point.

Well, how'd you like
the performance?

Just fine, Dougie-boy.

Now, keep on doing fine

if you don't want your "little
kanaka cutie" to get hurt.

Anona, what are you
doing home this early?

Oh, I, I didn't feel well,
so I got them to let me off.

Should I call the doctor?

Doug and I are finished.

He told me tonight.

What was his reason?

Well, perhaps we can talk later.

In the meantime, something
the haole missionaries do

when they hurt... Hot
tea with a drop of rum.

Now, stay here, just stay here.

Yes.

I've got to talk to you.

- Doug?
- Yes.

Can you meet me at
the shack in half an hour?

Meet you?

But tonight you said...

I'll explain about tonight.

Why don't you come here?

It has to be the shack.

Something there I have to
show you about your land,

about Kamehameha Point.

Anona, you've got to come.

Oh, all right, Doug,
all right, I'll come.

Who was that?

Oh, it was just one
of the girls at the club.

She was asking how I was.

Drink this, and when I come back

I want you to be
in bed and asleep.

You're going out?

Mrs. Yoriko... I
promised to give her

my recipe for pineapple ribs.

You know, tomorrow
is the feast day,

and she wishes to
prepare them tonight.

I won't be long.

Doug?

What is it?

What happened?

Doug?

Are you hurt?

Oh!

No! No, no!

Excellent.

Chalk marks and photographs.

Now you can remove the body.

I'm sorry to have
kept you so long,

but I find your story
a little hard to believe.

What you say you
found here, Mr. Drake,

does not correspond
with what we have found.

I can't help that, Lieutenant.

It is your contention
that someone,

while you were informing
Mr. Logan of your discovery,

made off with the
spear and spear-gun

you claim to have seen?

They could hardly have
disappeared by themselves.

Well, maybe the
young lady, uh...

- you claim to have encountered.
- No.

She hightailed it off in the
jeep that was parked outside.

Couldn't she have circled
back, knowing that you had to

climb up to Mr. Logan's
house to reach a telephone?

Yes, but I suggest you let
her tell you what she did.

Oh, I intend to, Mr. Drake,

provided she exists
and I can find her.

Kia, why this attitude
towards Mr. Drake?

I am not quite satisfied,
Mr. Logan, with his explanation

of what he was doing
on your beach tonight.

Well, I told you he
had my permission.

He's an ornithologist.

He's studying and
photographing sea birds.

Oh, yes, I forgot.

I imagine you're
particularly interested in

our Nestor Productus,
which feeds only at night.

That's right, Lieutenant.

Mr. Drake, the Nestor
Productus is an extinct parrot,

the last specimen of
which died on Phillip Island

more than 50 years ago!

That's all.

I'm free to go?

Until tomorrow, when I
hope you and Mr. Logan

will have hit upon a slightly
more plausible reason

to account for
your presence here.

Bird watching on a dark beach...

finding a corpse harpooned
with a spear-gun that disappears...

a spear-gun perhaps fired by

a mysterious young lady
who also disappears...

It's no wonder the Lieutenant

was a little dubious
about you, Paul.

So dubious I'll probably
end up in the bridal suite

of the Honolulu hoosegow.

I don't believe
it'll come to that.

Look what I held out on him.

What you and I are actually
doing with Mr. Logan;

the rifle shot that
was fired at Kelland;

and the real reason I was there.

He'll nail me.

No, he won't, Paul.

As a private detective,
you're justified

in preserving the
confidence of a client,

- in this case me.
- You tell him.

I intend to.

Hello.

Yes. Yes, he's here.

I'll tell him.

I'll be happy to cooperate
in any way I can.

Yes, tonight, if you like.

Good-bye.

Lieutenant Kia?

No, Jarvis Logan.

He says to tell you he's sorry

that keeping the hotel project
secret has caused you trouble.

That's very nice of him.

Paul, the young
lady you encountered:

was she of Hawaiian descent,
slender, pretty, about 21?

Anona Gilbert?

Mr. Logan would like
me to act as her attorney,

in the event she needs one,

and it might be well to talk
to her before the police do.

Oh, no.

What is it, Paul?

Something else I
held out on the police.

The girl dropped this
when she ran into me,

and I clean forgot I had it.

A feather?

Probably from
that extinct parrot

Lieutenant Kia
was talking about.

Hello? Anybody home?

Yes?

I'm sorry if we're intruding,
but the front door was open.

What is it, please?

My name is Mason.

I'm an attorney.

It's quite important that I
speak to your daughter, Anona.

Anona is my niece,

and you cannot speak to her.

Why not?

I can tell you why
not, Mr. Mason.

Lieutenant Kia.

Yes.

More bird watching, Mr. Drake?

No, not exactly.

Unfortunately for
both of us, Mr. Mason,

a search of the house has
revealed that Miss Gilbert

has vanished a second time.

Tomorrow, at 9:00, I'll expect
you both at police headquarters.

And you, too, Mr. Drake.

And also you, Mr. Mason,
if you wish to come.

Good evening.

Mr. Mason, a few minutes
ago Mr. Logan called,

and said that you had
agreed to help Anona.

Do you know where she is?

No.

But we are prepared to testify
that she never left the house

from the time Jon brought
her home from the Club

- until a few minutes ago.
- I sincerely hope

neither of you is called
upon to testify to anything,

but if you are, and if
I do represent Anona,

I will expect you
to tell the truth,

no matter how
damaging it may seem.

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Coming. Coming, whoever you are.

Well, uh, what
Prince Charming dares

to ring my doorbell
at this witching hour?

My name's Mason, Miss
Jameson. You don't know me...

Ah, but I do!

You're the handsome gentleman

who was with
Miss Hawaii tonight.

Come in, come in.

Thank you.

What is it, Mr. Mason...
Social, or, uh, business?

Well, business, I'm afraid.

Oh, I'm crushed, but
you will join me in a drink?

No, thanks.

All right, then
I'll join myself.

Everything from
Aquavit to Zanzibar rum,

all of which I adore.

The business, I suppose,
concerns Douglas Kelland.

What makes you say that?

It figures, his
being dead and all.

How did you know he
was dead, Miss Jameson?

Mr. Mason, even in this
remote tropical paradise,

they have news broadcasts.

I suppose you think I
should be wearing black

and weeping into
a lace handkerchief.

I'd hardly expect weeping

over someone with whom
you'd had just a few casual drinks.

A few casual drinks?

Mr. Mason, when Dougie-boy
was living in California,

running that surfboard
school, I was married to him.

Married?

Two worst years of my life.

At the night club, Miss Jameson,

he called you his lady friend.

That was his idea.

You see, nobody around
here knows about us.

The rest of it was my idea.

His breaking off the engagement?

That's right.

You see, I first heard about
it this morning when I flew in.

Oh, I suppose it makes me sound

like some kind of an angel
with a harp, but you see,

I didn't want that nice
kid to have to go through...

well, what I had gone through.

Sounds phony, doesn't it?

But it's true.

The tramp with a heart of gold.

How did you persuade Kelland
to accept your point of view?

Oh, that was a cinch.

You see, after the split
and the interlocutory,

I was supposed to
pick up the final decree.

And you didn't?

No. It was a matter
of a few items,

such as cash and a station wagon

settled on in our
pre-divorce agreement...

that Dougie-boy never
came through with.

I wish you could
have seen his face

when I told him that
we were still married.

I can imagine it came
as something of a shock.

Where'd you get that?

Oh, there. It's just a feather.

Hmm. Off this crazy
outfit, I suppose.

Uh, well, uh, is there anything
else you want to know?

I don't believe so.

Then, uh, what do you
say we call it a night?

I've got a big day tomorrow.

Thank you very much.

Why didn't you tell me

somebody like that
would be nosing around?

I didn't know. I'll...

I'll get you a plane
reservation tomorrow.

Never mind, Professor.

As long as all
of this is for free,

I think I'll stick
around a while,

and see how the action goes.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning.

Well, how did the session
with Lieutenant Kia go?

Well, not as stormy
as we expected.

For one thing, the
autopsy showed

that Kelland had been
killed with a spear gun,

thus confirming at least
a part of Paul's story.

Uh, what happened
to your bird, Mr. Logan?

Yes, somebody carelessly
left the cage open last night.

- That's too bad.
- Well, he'll be back.

He's gotten free many times,
and he's always returned.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes, I think we both would.

Good. Come in, please.

Choy?

Yes?

Well, what happened to the
coffee I asked you to make?

I'll bring it now, Mr. Logan.

Now, Mr. Mason, what
about our business?

Did you have to
tell Lieutenant Kia?

There's no way
out of doing that,

but he's agreed to
keep it confidential,

unless, of course, it proves

to have something to
do with Kelland's death.

Oh, well, that's not possible.

What did he say about Anona?

Only that he's looking for her.

Has he been here?

Yes. At the crack
of dawn this morning,

even before Choy was up.

But on quite a different errand.

Seems someone took
a rifle shot at Kelland

at Kamahameha Point yesterday.

We heard about that.

What Kia wanted was to
examine one of the rifles

in the rack there.

I am sorry to be so clumsy.

Well... That's all right, Choy.

Fortunately... it's
as clean as a whistle,

or I'd probably have
joined you at headquarters.

Anona's the real
problem, however.

What are we going
to do about her?

Why don't we ask her?

Oh, ask her?

I don't believe I
quite understand.

Isn't she here with
you, Mr. Logan?

You're the one person,
other than her aunt,

to whom she could turn.

You know, you're actually
doing her a disservice,

keeping her in hiding.

Anona?

I guess you better come in.

Before anything else, Mr. Mason,

I must tell you that
I did not kill Doug.

Please believe that.

I do.

Very well. I place
myself in your hands.

I'll have to take you to
police headquarters, Anona,

but first, I want you to tell me
everything you did last night.

Is there time for that?

Plenty of time, Miss Gilbert.

For once, we're a jump
ahead of the police,

instead of a jump behind.

Mr. Logan?

Mr. Logan?

He has come back...
Lieutenant Kia.

Come in, Mr. Roberts.

Well, how does your client
feel about the State's offer?

Well, Mr. Mason
had better tell you.

He discussed it with her.

Mr. Mason?

You've decided then to
help defend Miss Gilbert?

Yes, at Mr. Robert's request

and through the courtesy
of your Bar Association.

I see.

And this means
you intend to fight?

It does, Mr. Alvarez.

There will be no plea of guilty

to a lesser charge
of manslaughter.

Very well, Mr. Mason.

First degree murder it is.

And, uh, when the trial
is over, I have a feeling

I shall be glad not
to be in your shoes.

Now you've heard
the doctor testify

that death must have
occurred within seconds

after Douglas Kelland
received his fatal wound.

You've also heard him say

that that wound could
only have been caused

by a weapon such as
this spear gun I have here.

Now I'll ask you
again, Mr. Drake,

have you ever seen it before?

Well, it looks like
the spear gun I saw,

but I can't
positively identify it.

But the young lady you
encountered that night...

You can positively
identify her, can you not?

Yes.

Will you please do so now
for the benefit of the court?

The defendant, Anona Gilbert.

That's all.

Mr. Drake, immediately
after this encounter

with Miss Gilbert,
what did you do?

Well, I noticed Mr. Kelland's
body and went over to it.

You did nothing before that?

Before that? Oh, yes,
the feather she dropped.

I picked it up.

By feather, witness
means a bird feather?

Yes, Your Honor.

What did you do with it?

I tried to give it to Lieutenant
Kia the next morning.

Tried to give it to him?

He wouldn't take it.

We'd had some jokes
the night before about birds

and bird-watching,
and I guess he thought

- this was another another one.
- What did he say?

"Horsefeathers."

Is this the speargun and spear
you've just told us you found

concealed in the
sand some 300 yards

from Douglas Kelland's hut?

Yes, sir. That's my
identifying mark on it there.

Were you able to trace
its ownership, Lieutenant?

Yes. It was purchased
several months ago

by a Hawaiian boy
named Jon Kakai.

Were you able to determine
anything else about it?

Lab tests on the spear
revealed traces of human blood.

Type O, the same as
that of the deceased.

And further?

We found a number
of latent fingerprints,

some left by Jon Kakai.

And the others?

They were left by the
defendant, Anona Gilbert.

Your Honor, at this point the
State would like to introduce

spear and speargun
into evidence.

If the court please,
defense strenuously objects

to such a procedure.

Prosecution has in no way,
shape or form established

the speargun as
the murder weapon

nor placed it at the
scene of the crime.

As evidence, it is
immaterial and irrelevant.

If the court will
permit Lieutenant Kia

to step down for a moment,

I believe I can answer
Mr. Mason's objection.

Very well. Witness
may step down.

After I took her home from the
club, I drove down to the beach.

I felt sad for her
and I wanted to think.

About half an hour later,
she came past me in her jeep

going toward Doug
Kelland's shack.

You followed her?

No, but when she
came racing back

four or five minutes later,
I then went to the shack.

When I saw what had happened,
I took the spear from Doug's back

and hid it and the
speargun in the sand.

And the next day?

Mr. Mason said to
Auntie Hilo and me

that we must not hide the truth,

so I went to Lieutenant Kia
and told him what I'd done.

Any objection now, Mr. Mason,
to spear and speargun

being introduced into evidence?

No, Mr. Alvarez.

Lieutenant, I believe you
stated in your testimony

that when you first
examined Kelland's body,

his swim trunks were wet.

That's right, and
so was his hair.

Saltwater, our tests disclosed.

Indicating to you
that he'd just returned

from a swim in the ocean?

- From a scuba dive, Mr. Mason.
- Scuba dive?

Outside the shack we found
his scuba equipment, still wet.

Scuba diving at
night, Lieutenant,

isn't that quite unusual?

I don't know, Mr. Mason.
I'm not a scuba diver.

Couldn't you have picked

a little pleasanter
place for lunch?

I wanted one more look.
Something doesn't add up here.

Anona's fingerprints on
that speargun sure add up

as far as the
prosecution's concerned.

Well, we can explain
them if we have to.

Several of her surfing
friends will testify that she used

the speargun on
the previous day.

Speaking of explanations,

have you found one for Kelland
going scuba diving at night?

No, and that's
what doesn't add up.

Let's see that feather
that Anona dropped.

She said it was,
it was lying here

by Kelland's outstretched hand.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Realizing he was dying,

he was trying to point

to the feather as
a lead to his killer?

Logan and that bird he
always carries around with him.

Paul, while I'm in
court this afternoon,

I want you to see
if that bird is back.

If it is, check this feather
against its feathers.

Probably mean losing
a finger, but okay.

If the feathers don't match,

your next job is to ingratiate
yourself with Dolly Jameson.

That I'll enjoy. But why?

She has a feathered housecoat.

Sure I remember what he said.

I wasn't that scrambled.

Uh, he said he thought
marriage was for the birds,

and then he said he wanted
to break off his engagement,

and then she said, "Well,
it was very kind of you

to let me know," or
something like that,

and, uh, then he said,
"Forget it," and then we left.

Only to part, as you've
told us, a few minutes later?

Listen, after two
years with Dougie-boy,

even a few minutes was too much.

Mr. Mason.

Mrs. Kelland... the
night of the murder

you told me you
remained in your bungalow

after your husband left you.

Now, that wasn't
the truth, was it?

Okay, so... so I went
out to get some air.

But I didn't drive all the
way down to the beach,

if that's what you mean.

In California, Mrs. Kelland,

while you were living
with your husband,

you were employed, were you not?

Yes. I-I worked at Oceanland,
underwater with the dolphins.

Using scuba equipment?

Well, I don't look
like a fish, do I?

Sure I used scuba gear.

Thank you.

You admit, then, you
lied to Lieutenant Kia,

telling him Anona
had just left the house?

Yes, I lied.

And now, as an admitted liar,

you expect the court to
believe that Douglas Kelland,

less than an hour after
that scene at the club,

called Anona and asked
her to come to his shack?

He said he had something
important to show her.

Oh, yes, I'm sure he did.

Perhaps that feather
Mr. Mason's been talking about.

She came to the door, sobbing
and asking for Mr. Logan,

but he wasn't there,
having gone with Mr. Drake.

- And what did you do?
- I took her to Professor Heller.

She was terribly
unstrung, almost hysterical,

so I... gave her a sedative

and had her lie down
to wait for Mr. Logan.

Professor, did you notice
anything unusual about her

other than her
extreme agitation?

Only that there was
blood on her dress.

Yes, perhaps I was wrong.

But in view of our
relationship, I felt... duty-bound

to give her shelter.

Especially since I knew that
eventually I could convince her

to go to the police.

Thank you, Mr. Logan.

Mr. Mason.

You had an excellent reason
to wish Douglas Kelland dead,

did you not, Mr. Logan?

What makes you say that?

Well, wouldn't his
marriage to Anona Gilbert

mean losing control
of Kamehameha Point?

Why should I care about that?

- The land's worthless.
- Is it?

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

I'm talking about your
carefully guarded plan

to lease your beach
for the construction

and operation of
a large resort hotel.

A plan dependent upon
Kamehameha Point being included.

Now, you desperately
need that lease, don't you?

To pay off overdue
mortgages on your land

amounting to nearly
half a million dollars.

Half a million dollars...

Isn't that reason enough to
wish Douglas Kelland dead?

Perhaps.

But you're overlooking
one thing, Mr. Mason.

Why should I kill Kelland
to prevent a marriage

that had already been
prevented by Mrs. Kelland?

But you didn't know that.

Oh, but I did.

You see, I was the
one who sent for her,

paid her fare here
from the mainland.

Well, I'd about
given you up, Paul.

Well, the fair Dolly
Kelland, nee Jameson,

likes to have cocktails
while being interviewed,

but mission accomplished.

Feather from her housecoat,
only it doesn't match.

And your having gone
to see her, I assume,

means that the Logan
bird is still missing?

Yes, but I found
out the species.

And I thought that before
court convened in the morning,

we could find a similar bird,
and compare feathers with it.

It's the same species
and almost the same age

as Mr. Logan's bird.

Sulphur-crested
cockatoo, it's called.

A native of Australia.

Do you wish to purchase
the bird, Mr. Mason?

I don't know. Uh, Paul,
let's have that feather.

How about it?

No resemblance at all.

Well, I guess that lets
Mr. Logan off the hook.

Could I examine
the feather, please?

Where did you find this?

Why do you ask?

It's the feather of
an iiwi, Mr. Mason.

An iiwi?

The sacred scarlet bird
of the Hawaiian kings.

No specimen of
which has been seen

in more than 75 years.

I'd like to show you
something, Professor.

Can you tell us what this is?

It, uh, appears to be a...

a feather of some sort.

Examine it more closely, please.

- Now do you recognize it?
- No.

Do you mean to
tell us, Professor,

that as a renowned
expert on ancient Polynesia,

you cannot
identify this feather?

I'm afraid not.

Well, then...

perhaps there is someone
present here in the courtroom

who can.

Yes, I recognize it.

The feather of an iiwi bird.

How were iiwi feathers

used in the old
days, Auntie Hilo?

From them, and from the
yellow feathers of the mamo

and the crimson
feathers of the apapani,

the women wove the
shining feather cloaks

the ancient warrior kings wore

when they were entombed.

Could that feather have
come from such a cloak

in such a warrior king's tomb?

It did come from such a tomb.

Mr. Mason, I swore
an oath to my mother,

and she to hers,

never to reveal the
secret place to anyone

not of the royal bloodline.

And was it because of Douglas
Kelland's phone call to Anona,

because you believed
he'd found the secret place

that you left your
house that night?

And did you intend to kill him?

I intended, perhaps,
something like that,

but I couldn't go
through with it.

After a few moments,
I returned to the house.

Mr. Mason,

I am now prepared
to break my oath...

if it will help Anona.

Curious place to
hold court, Mr. Mason.

And the young man's protracted
stay underwater makes me wonder

if I exercised good
judgment in allowing this.

He's been gone less than
30 minutes, Your Honor.

The opening was deeper
than Auntie Hilo said.

But you were able to enter?

I swam to where steps
had been carved in the rock.

I climbed to a great cavern.

I saw a war canoe and
gods carved in wood

and polished rolling stones,

and then, lying on a
flat rock at the far end,

the king in his feather cloak.

I took only one photograph.

When the bulb flashed,

the cloak became a flame
of crimson and gold fire.

I ran.

Here is the photograph taken
in the cavern by Jon Kakai.

Now, what would you say

the feather cloak shown
here is worth, Professor?

All that I could tell
you, Mr. Mason,

is that it is
virtually priceless.

Your desire to
possess the cloak, then,

is the reason you lied when
you said you couldn't identify

the iiwi feather taken from it?

But actually, I
couldn't identify it.

It was a similar feather the
professor took from an envelope

when Mr. Kelland came to
accuse him of firing the rifle at him.

He knew then what it was.

Choy, who was it

that actually fired
the shot at Kelland?

You know, don't you?

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
been so agitated that morning

when you learned Lieutenant
Kia had examined the rifle.

Was it you who fired the shot?

No, it was... Mr. Logan.

Yes, I fired that shot.

Partly to frighten him
and partly because I knew

it would bring him
running to the professor,

who would thereupon
scotch the proposed marriage.

You knew, then, that
Kelland had reported his find

to Professor Heller?

Yes.

Why didn't you report
that to Anona Gilbert?

Was it because you were to share

in the proceeds
of the cloak's sale?

Yes.

But how could either of you

expect to share in something
found on her property?

We planned to move
the contents of the tomb

to another cave...
on my property.

And it was to prevent Anona

from learning of the find from
Kelland that you killed him?

No, I had no idea he
was going to tell her,

nor would I have
really cared if he had.

It wouldn't have affected
the leasing of my land,

which was the really
important thing to me.

Unlike the professor,

to whom the feather
cloak was all important.

No, Mr. Mason.

I didn't kill Douglas Kelland.

The very importance

of the feathered cloak
to me precluded that.

You see, even though he
brought me the iiwi feather

and I'd paid him the money,

he never told me the
actual location of the cloak.

I had every reason to wish
him alive, until I knew that.

Mrs. Kelland, I have
here the operator slips

on two telephone calls made
from your bungalow approximately

one half hour before
Douglas Kelland was killed.

The first was to Anona Gilbert.

That call was made by
Kelland, was it not, before he left?

I don't remember.

I think you do.

Because it was the call he
made to tell her he had something

of vital importance to show
her at his shack on the beach.

Now, you overheard
that, didn't you?

So, when he left, you promptly
made the second call to report

what was said, even though
you didn't know its true import.

Now, whom did you
telephone, Mrs. Kelland?

To whom did you tell
what you'd overheard?

Was it Professor Heller?

Was it?

The discovery of a royal tomb
would mean Kamehameha Point

being taken over by the
state as a memorial park.

I couldn't have that,

because without the Point,
I couldn't lease my land.

So I... I had to silence him,

before he ruined everything.

May I, uh, correct
something I said to you

before the trial
started, Mr. Mason?

I would be most happy
to be in your shoes now,

even though you
aren't wearing any.

Thank you, Mr. Alvarez.

May I ask you something
that's been puzzling me?

How is it that you, a
criminal lawyer, came here

to check the legal records
for the Pan-Pacific Hotels?

Logan's idea.

He was afraid the arrival
of company attorneys

to confer with him
would tip off the fact

he was trying to lease his land.

And give the people to
whom he owed money a tip-off

as to what bad financial
shape he was in.

Mr. Alvarez, will
the State of Hawaii

really take over the
Point, as Logan feared?

Yes, but Anona will be
adequately recompensed,

as I've told her.

Mr. Drake.

And Mr. Mason.

That's the Hawaiian way of
showing gratitude and affection.

And I set one aside for Doug,
too, as thanks for what he was

intending to do for me
before he was killed.

I suggest you find
one more, Anona,

for someone who also
did all he could for you.