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You're late for your meeting.

What is my schedule?

You're due at the hospital in an hour,

and Thomas Shea is cooling his heels in your office.

Oh, good. Let him.

I don't think the most powerful attorney in the city likes

to be kept waiting.

Mr. Shea tends to forget he works for us.

Sister Margaret, you are becoming

dangerously indispensable.

I'm going to requisition you from the archbishop.

Where is this priest?

The young nun is getting him.

I still don't understand why

you couldn't handle this by yourself.

Father O'Neil's asking some questions I couldn't answer.

What kind of questions?

About our real estate dealings for the church.

You handled most of the transactions yourself.

Just who is this priest?

They brought him in for an independent audit.

He's... I hear he's already cleaned house in two dioceses.

New accountants, new lawyers.

Our firm has represented the church for over two decades,

and I expect we'll be here long after he's gone.

Ah.

- Father O'Neil... - Ah.

...I've heard so much about you.

Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Shea.

- Mr. Carlyle. - Father.

I'm sorry to seem so elusive.

I've been tied up on other matters.

I see.

Well, considering all the money we're paying,

I'd have thought the church's affairs would come first, hmm?

Please.

Good morning, Father.

Well, how's it going with Father O'Neil?

You keeping up with him?

Well, right now, I have to get over

to the archives of the convent,

and then I have to come back here to get some clarifications

on the archdiocese's books

before we leave for the hospital.

- And that's just this morning. Mm-hmm.

You should be taking your final vows pretty soon.

In two months.

The church needs people like you.

You keep us on our toes.

Thank you, Father.

Well, it's time to go.

Someone has got to answer the archbishop's phone.

Give my regards to the archbishop,

and remind him he owes me a dinner.

I would like to review

those partnership agreements on Monday.

And so you will.

Good-bye, Father.

Thank you.

Oh, Monsignor, is the archbishop in?

He's off for the day with an old friend.

Can I do anything for you?

No. No, I don't think so.

Father O'Neil,

if you wish to discuss diocese business affairs,

you talk to me.

I talk to the archbishop.

The archbishop asked me to report directly to him.

Unfortunately, he is not available,

and I am his financial director.

I'm sorry.

I'd rather wait till he gets back.

Father, the hospital.

Thank you. Excuse us.

We'll, we're early for a change. Maybe I'll make a few calls.

Oh, no, no, I'm taking you to the cafeteria.

You'll forget to eat lunch again.

Have you become responsible for my care and feeding as well?

Somebody has to be.

You obviously can't do it for yourself.

Sister, Sister, anyone ever tell you you are impertinent?

Lots of people. Come on.

- Father O'Neil? - Yes?

I understand you requisitioned some files

from my office without my permission.

Dr. Lattimore, I don't think this is the time

- or the place to discuss it. - It's as good a time as any.

Fine.

Doctor, how you treat your patients,

that's your business.

But how you run this hospital, that's mine.

Look, Father O'Neil, you want something from me, just ask me.

I did, several times.

Excuse us.

Sister?

What was that about?

Ah, he's incorrigible.

He's supposed to be a great doctor.

And the worst chief of medicine any hospital ever had.

He's autocratic, insulting.

Because of him, all the best doctors are leaving.

Well, he certainly wasn't very charming to you.

Uh, at least with me, he has an excuse.

He knows I'm gonna recommend he be removed.

How was that?

Marginal.

Do you have those budgets

the hospital administrator sent over?

- Yes, I have them right here. Mm-hmm.

Ow! Mm.

Ow.

Oh, let me see that. Ooh.

It's just a paper cut.

I think it'll be okay.

Mm. Does it hurt?

Yeah, a little bit.

Okay.

Yeah.

Uh, Father O'Neil.

I, uh, tried to reach you at your office.

We left early.

Is there a problem?

Well, I couldn't get

the accounts receivable you requested.

Mrs. Cartwright, you're the administrator of this hospital.

Can't you get me a simple piece of information?

I'm sorry, but the computer went down.

I'll have it in the next day or two.

Well, no point in meeting until then.

Good day.

Come on!

Get a blood pressure and a pulse.

What happened?

I, uh...

We were taking a walk.

I, uh...

I sort of collapsed.

The nurse will get your vital signs.

- I'll be right back. - You can't stay here.

I'll just stay with my friend.

Your Grace!

Your what?

Oh, John, haven't you met the archbishop?

Oh, great. I'll get the doctor.

I don't believe it.

Father O'Neil actually gave you time off.

Father O'Neil is very dedicated.

I don't know where you find the strength.

They're teaching her patience.

Mm, I call it endurance. It's like a marathon

with Father O'Neil.

She's young.

And aging fast.

The man's a workaholic.

I rather like it.

Maybe you just like him.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, come on, Margaret, you can tell us.

Tell you what?

Tell us about you and Father O'Neil.

I think you ought to mind your own business.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

No problem.

Mr. Eastman, I've been going over the archdiocese books.

How long has your firm been our accountants?

Oh... nine years.

What's the occasion?

None that I know of.

Well, that's the best kind of gift, a surprise.

Hmm.

Very handsome.

Would you excuse me?

Oh, Father Chris?

Have you seen Sister Margaret?

Not this morning, Father.

Look what she gave me.

I must tell you, there has been some talk.

Perhaps you two have been working too closely together.

I've got to put a stop to this right now.

Tom, don't be too hard on her.

Good morning, Father.

Could you please explain this to me.

I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.

Why did you give me this gift?

I didn't give you a gift.

There's a card.

"All my love, Mar..."

I didn't write this.

This isn't even my handwriting!

Well, who wrote it, then?

Who else knows I always borrow your pen?

Are you saying that I'm lying, Father?

Margaret... please.

Well, do you have any idea

who might have put this in my office?

I don't know.

I'm afraid people are getting the wrong idea about us.

Maybe...

maybe it would be simpler if we stopped...

working together.

We haven't done anything wrong.

Margaret, what if someone is trying to discredit me?

In my work with the church,

I can't afford even the slightest hint of impropriety.

Father, we shouldn't let this change anything.

It's not fair.

I'll think about it.

Well, Mr. Eastman's been waiting long enough.

Is there anything I can do?

We'll talk later.

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How is he?

Oh, he's fine.

I feel like I could ski down Mount Whitney.

He never could catch up to me.

That's true, but I could play gin.

Gin.

Ouch!

Oh.

How was your flight?

Perry, I was worried to death about you.

They told me you collapsed from exhaustion.

I rushed here from the airport.

I didn't even go to the hotel.

I'm the one to blame, Della.

You see, a few weeks ago,

I brought in a priest, a troubleshooter,

to look into the archdiocese financial affairs.

I haven't gotten the final report yet,

but he's certain there's embezzlement in this hospital.

Stefan asked me to help investigate.

Several of his...

close advisors may be involved.

Your secret would have been very safe with me.

Sorry for the deception, Della.

For the moment, I, uh...

want to stay undercover.

Very clever.

You think so?

Tomorrow, we go to work.

We'll begin by meeting with your Father O'Neil.

- Well, I must be going. - Hey.

When do I get the $16 you lost?

When we finish the game, not before.

Good to see you again, Della.

- Oh. - Mmm.

- Stefan. - Stefan!

The food here had better be good.

Miracles do happen.

About you...

I've known that man 42 years.

I've never seen him like this.

It's that serious?

Everything he's worked for is on the line.

Hello?

Of course, Father.

One moment.

Sister Margaret, it's for you.

It's Father O'Neil.

Yes, Father?

Sister Margaret.

I want you to come over to my hotel.

Have you thought about what we discussed this afternoon?

Will you never mind that!

Just come over!

Right away.

You don't have to raise your voice to me, Father.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Thank you.

Now what?

Give me that.

Why?

It's private.

Don't worry.

I'll deliver it for you.

Sister Margaret?

Yes.

Father O'Neil had to step out for a moment.

I'm Richard Logan.

Come in, please.

Thank you, Father.

He'll be back right away.

Uh, would you care for something to drink?

There's sherry.

Don't I know you?

No, I don't think so.

Would you like some?

Yes, thank you.

Are you in this diocese, Father?

No, I'm at the Church of St. Virgil.

I stop by the archbishop's office

when I'm in the city.

And you're a friend of Father O'Neil's?

No... not really.

I... I don't feel very well.

Is something wrong?

I feel... I feel very dizzy.

What... what are you doing?

No!

Stop!

Good night, Sister.

Room service.

Anyone there?

Sister!

Are you all right?

Yeah... yeah, I think so.

Here, let me help you.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

Are you s-sure?

- Yeah, thank you. - Sit down.

Thank you.

Father O'Neil?

Oh, my God!

What?

Oh...

Now, you say this Father Logan gave you a glass of sherry.

That's right.

Sister, we've been through this suite several times

and no sign of your glass.

In fact, we can't even find the bottle of sherry.

Maybe he took it.

I don't know.

Uh, let's get through here.

May I ask you something else, Sister?

Have you ever blacked out before?

You have any sort of medical history?

No.

Now, Sister Margaret,

now how did you say you ripped your jacket?

He tore it.

Are you all right, my child?

Um, Archbishop Corro, this is Sergeant Brock.

Oh.

Uh, can you tell me what happened?

There really isn't much to tell.

It appears Father O'Neil was stabbed

sometime late last night.

Do you have any idea who did it?

Not yet.

Is she free to go?

Well, we really have a few more...

Sergeant Brock,

I think she's been through enough.

Of course.

Thank you.

Archbishop.

I'm looking for a Father Richard Logan.

Sister Margaret says he's at the Church of St. Virgil.

Never heard of the man.

Give my office a call.

He shouldn't be too hard to find.

Thank you.

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Well, Sister Margaret is certainly going to be

the prime suspect.

I am concerned for her.

You have good reason to be.

Either she killed Father O'Neil or this Logan did,

and I suspect the police aren't going to find him.

Perry, the press smells a scandal.

I, uh, I'm abashed to ask...

Then don't.

You'd better see if you can get hold of Paul.

And just what do you want me to tell him?

Tell him to get here yesterday.

I'd like to meet your Sister Margaret.

- I thought you'd never ask. - Oh-ho.

Margaret?

I'd like you to meet some old friends of mine,

Perry Mason and Della Street.

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You certainly have a lot of energy for a man

who's just suffered a collapse.

I heal quickly. Runs in the family.

Father O'Neil was such a good man.

Why would somebody murder him?

I don't know.

So unfair.

You cared for him a great deal.

Yes.

We distributed a sketch of Father Logan

all over the city this morning.

And that includes parochial schools, churches,

convents, rectories; every Catholic institution

from here to the suburbs.

And we showed it to all the guests and help

at Father O'Neil's hotel.

- Sir? - I'm listening.

No one has recognized this Father Logan,

no one has ever seen him before.

And there's not one single shred of evidence to show

that this Father Logan was ever in Father O'Neil's room.

You think Sister Margaret is lying?

I don't think that there is a Father Logan.

Never was.

And several witnesses have suggested

that Sister Margaret was uh, close to Father O'Neil.

And by that you mean?

She had a romantic attachment to him, sir.

That's absurd.

I baptized the girl.

I've known her since she was a child.

Sergeant Brock, Margaret wouldn't lie,

and she wouldn't break her vows.

Archbishop?

I'm gonna have to conduct

a search of her room at the convent, sir.

By what authority?

I have a warrant.

I would have thought you'd have the courtesy

to inform Sister Margaret.

Thank you for your advice, Sister.

We'll take it from here.

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

Thank you, Sister.

I got to hand it to you.

You had this one nailed.

"My dear Margaret.”

The cab is downstairs.

Good. We mustn't keep the archbishop waiting.

Sister Margaret, I'm afraid

you'll have to come downtown with us.

What's the problem?

Who are you?

The name's Mason.

What do you want with Sister Margaret?

We found Father O'Neil's letter in your room.

What letter? I never got a letter from him.

And who gave you the right to go through my room?

We had a warrant, Sister.

Why don't we step in here.

The letter.

Now, where is this letter?

I have a copy of it here.

May I see it?

I'll read it to you.

"My dear Margaret,

I feel we have been compromised and risk ruining our careers.”

He never sent me a letter like that.

Let him finish.

"We'll both be better off if we put an end to it now

"and don't see each other again.

I'm sorry, you deserve better.”

And it's signed "Tom."

Mr. Mason, you have to believe me.

How do you know that's from him?

Oh, it's his, all right.

We ran a handwriting comparison.

That letter, it's about our working together.

But he never gave that to me!

Sister Margaret...

...I don't think there is a Father Logan.

He was there.

I swear to you, he was there!

I don't think so.

Why not?

Because I think that she was in love with Father O'Neil.

That is not true!

We have this letter.

You were seen holding hands,

there was a lovers' quarrel over a gift,

and he ended your affair.

There was never any affair!

Sister Margaret, I think that you went up to his room,

and I think you went up there to plead with him not to end it.

I think maybe there was a moment between you two,

and then you blacked out.

But you blacked out after you killed him.

That was not what happened!

That's enough, Sergeant.

Sir, we have her fingerprints on the knife

that was used to kill Father O'Neil.

Someone could have put the knife in her hand

after she blacked out.

Sister Margaret, I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder of Father Thomas O'Neil.

You have the right to remain silent...

I'll advise her of her rights.

Are you her attorney, sir?

I am now.

Your Honor, defendant waives further reading of the complaint

and advisement of constitutional rights.

We enter a plea of not guilty.

Your Honor, the State requests a preliminary hearing

at the court's earliest possible convenience.

Mr. Mason?

Defense concurs.

Thank you, gentlemen.

This matter will be set for December 10 at 9:00 a.m.

Court is recessed 15 minutes.

All rise.

Mr. Mason?

Michael Reston.

Possibly you remember,

I appeared before you in appellate court.

Yes.

You made a very impressive argument.

I'm flattered you remember.

This, uh, case, a delicate matter.

Especially for my client.

Mr. Mason, you have a reputation for not cutting any deals.

I'll see you on the tenth.

How good is he?

Very.

Where's Paul?

I'm meeting him at the airport at 11:00.

Good. Bring him straight to Stefan's office.

Paul? Paul, over here.

Della!

How's Perry? Is he all right?

Oh, he's fine.

We're gonna meet him downtown.

Wait a minute.

Your message said he collapsed, he was in a hospital.

Well, actually, he's just fine.

You must be freezing.

What am I doing here, Della?

Well, there's a case and...

A case?

You've heard of Stephanie Harris,

the most beautiful model in the history of California?

Her father was paying me to accompany her to Tahiti.

Now Howard Burton is in paradise and I am here. I'm freezing!

Will you please get in.

What is this case?

Well, there's a nun.

A nun?

Yes. I'll fill you in on the way.

Get in, Paul.

Terrific.

Yes?

Well, send them in.

- Hello. - Hello.

Archbishop Corro, Sister Margaret, I'd like for you

to meet our private investigator, Paul Drake.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

- Hello. - Hello.

Hi.

Aren't you cold?

I left in something of a hurry.

You'd better get some warm clothes before

you catch pneumonia.

Good idea.

You went over the case with Della?

Oh, yes.

I'd like you to start looking

for a Father Logan.

Sister Margaret can give you what little information we have.

The police haven't found any trace of him.

Well, maybe we can.

Is there any place I can get a cup of coffee around here?

At the convent.

Well, would you care to join me?

I'm buying.

Excuse me.

Excuse us.

This is the police artist's sketch of Father Logan.

- Fairly accurate? - Yes.

Anything else?

Scars, birthmarks?

No.

Mm-hmm. Anything peculiar that the sketch doesn't show?

Like what?

Did he, uh, pull his ear, scratch his head?

Uh, have any habits or something strange?

Anything about him that struck you as kind of odd.

No.

No, I don't think so.

No. No, I knew I'd seen him before.

It was in here.

It was in the cafeteria, and he was...

he was sitting right over there.

And he was folding his matches.

So?

You asked if he'd done anything strange.

He had a nervous habit.

He lit a cigarette,

and then he folded down all the matches in his matchbook.

And I think he threw them away.

He did that here?

- Yes. - When?

A few days ago.

When do they collect the trash?

This is what detective work is all about.

Following the trail, finding the clues...

...and getting very dirty.

You really like this kind of work?

Well, it, uh, it could be worse.

How?

Just thank the man upstairs that there's only

a couple days’ worth of garbage here.

Paul, I don't even know if Logan threw the matches away.

And even if he did, they could come from anywhere.

Tell you what,

why don't you... why don't you pray for me, huh?

Talk to me.

What, uh...

Sister Margaret?

Something I said?

With all due respect to my eminent colleague,

I object to Mr. Mason representing Sister Margaret.

Would you prefer local counsel?

I don't think you understand the issues here, Mr. Mason.

This is a scandal.

And I, for one, don't want it

to touch the archbishop or the church.

Sir, Mr. Mason is your friend.

As long as he represents Sister Margaret,

you are personally associated with her defense.

I agree completely.

I made a commitment

to Sister Margaret, and I intend to fulfill it.

In any case, there's no avoiding the scandal.

We are under no obligation to defend her.

We can cut our losses.

Just a minute.

Why do you assume she's guilty?

Well, the circumstantial evidence is overwhelming.

But that's all it is-- circumstantial.

Let's assume for a moment that Margaret is innocent.

Why then does someone dress as a priest

and kill Father O'Neil?

Well, he could be a... a...

He could be a psychopath.

Perhaps, or it could have something to do

with Father O'Neil's investigation

of the church affairs.

He was investigating us.

I know.

I'll need access to Father O’Neil’s papers.

The church's affairs are confidential.

There is no other way to give Sister Margaret

a proper defense, and I intend to do that,

even if it requires a subpoena for every single one of you.

That won't be necessary.

A girl's life is at stake.

We will cooperate in every way.

Archbishop, we simply want to protect your reputation.

I think it is in excellent hands.

You need help.

Now...

what, uh... what's a nice girl like you

doing in a place like this?

This is something that I always felt I must do.

Yeah?

You happy here?

Mm-hmm.

Sister Margaret, may I ask you something

of a personal nature?

Sure.

You ever date when you were younger?

A little.

You ever miss it?

I find great comfort in the church.

Well...

that's a shame.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, I-I just meant that, uh...

you're very pretty, I think quite bright,

and I, uh, would guess there's a lot of young men out there

who would find you very appealing.

That's all.

Well, Mr. Drake, I'll take that as a compliment.

Well, please do.

And while you're at it, take a look at this.

What do you think?

That's the way he folded them.

You're sure?

I saw him do it.

In the cafeteria and at the hotel.

Where are they from?

The Westlake Health Club.

Time for me to work out.

Mr. Mason asked me to bring you this.

Oh, thanks.

Sorry.

Perfect, huh?

Any sign of Logan?

Not yet.

Margaret, you'd better go.

Don't you want some company?

I'm trying to be inconspicuous.

Having you here doesn't help.

I'm the one who can recognize him.

I can do that from the picture.

I think it would be a good idea if I stayed.

Margaret, please.

Look.

Look, there he is.

All right, I want you to stay here.

I thought I asked you to wait outside.

This is no time to argue.

Excuse me.

A guy came in wearing a black jacket.

- Where is he? - He's probably changing.

- Over there. - Stay!

Where you going, Sister?

I'm with him.

Come back here!

Hey, hey, hey! What's going on here?

What are you, crazy?

Hey, she can't be in here!

Hey, come on!

{Men clamoring)

Hey!

Whoa!

{Men murmuring)

Hey, lady!

What the hell you doing?!

{Men clamoring)

Somebody hired you, didn't they?

Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, let's, uh...

let's make a deal, pal, all right?

- Paul? - Whoa!

Paul!

Paul, I'm sorry.

Here, let me help you out.

Sister Margaret!

Why don't you let me do my job.

And you go back to the convent, and you do your job, all right?

And what's that?

Pray that we haven't lost our Father Logan for good.

All right, how often did he come in here?

Oh, I don't know. Three, four times a week.

Did you ever see him with anyone?

Did he have any friends?

Drake, I'm not keeping you

- away from anything, am I? - No.

How long has he been a member here?

- Six months. - Six months.

That means this man must've been a resident.

Go away, Drake.

What?

Go away.

Oh, all right.

Well, I'm gonna be right over here if you need me.

Please.

Perry, the man we call Logan

was registered here under the name of McGraff.

Unfortunately, it appears that the name is a phony.

So's the address.

At least we know he exists.

And knows we're looking for him.

Well, you certainly were chasing someone that looked like this.

This is the man who said he was Father Logan.

Yeah, but I've got nothing to tie him into the murder.

You certainly can't arrest a man

for running through a health club.

Sergeant, I swear to you

he was in that room.

Well, okay.

I'm done here.

Have a good night.

Webber?

Paul, we've got to place Logan at the scene of the crime.

Go over the police file in the morning.

Double check their interviews with everyone at the hotel.

Consider it done.

Another couple of washings, and that sweater might fit.

I'm sorry Logan got away.

Yeah.

Me, too.

What time are you picking me up in the morning?

I didn't know I was.

Do you want me to go with you?

I don't think so.

You were right.

I shouldn't have followed you into the health club.

And I said I was sorry.

Look, look, look, look, look, Sister.

I don't want to get into this, all right?

It's late, I'm wet, we're both tired.

I'll keep you informed.

Good night.

I don't like your patronizing attitude.

I am not being patronizing.

You know I could be of some help.

I can manage.

And you're not very forgiving.

And you are the most irritating nun I have ever met.

As a matter of fact,

you are the only irritating nun I have ever met.

Maybe you could work on correcting that.

Good night.

There was a card.

It was attached to the gift that Father O'Neil found on his desk.

And I'm sure that he filed it away somewhere.

Oh, it isn't worth getting upset over.

Well, it wasn't my handwriting.

And he-he thought that someone might be trying

to discredit him.

I don't know where it's gone.

Margaret.

Margaret?

It's not gonna get any easier.

Mmm.

Good morning.

- Morning. - Good morning, Mr. Mason.

We've been organizing some of Father O'Neil's papers.

This is the hospital budget.

And here are the preliminary reports

on the real estate holdings.

I'd like you to set up appointments

with everyone Father O'Neil questioned.

I wasn't present at all of his meetings.

Well, whatever you can recall, give to Della.

Where's Paul?

Out solving this case single-handedly.

He, uh, he went to buy some clothes,

and then he was going to go see the police.

Sister...

see if you can find Monsignor Kyser.

I need to talk with him.

Okay.

Did something happen between Sister Margaret and Paul?

I don't know.

You worried about her?

Yes.

So am I.

Sergeant Brock!

How's it going, buddy?

Listen, I hear they brought you

all the way from Los Angeles to work on this case.

- You must be pretty good. - Oh, I travel well.

Then a guy like Mason must be paying you pretty well.

The man's a miser.

Look, I'd like to take a look

at the case file, all right?

I got news for you. The case is closed.

So, why don't you just pick up your check

and take it back to the good life.

Hey, I do something to rub you the wrong way?

I don't like private eyes,

particularly those that stay underfoot.

Hey, Sergeant Brock.

Sergeant Brock, see this?

It's white. It's got freckles.

It should be in Tahiti right now getting a suntan.

You see this?

It's black, it has wrinkles,

and it's not necessarily interested

in your personal problems.

Hey, you know what?

Mason's got me here until I satisfy him

the case is hopeless and he lets me go home.

Come on, be a sport.

Let me look at the case file so I can get out of here.

I have 56 open cases to work on.

I don't have time to be monkeying around with you.

Let me put it another way.

I could be gone inside of a week.

That is the best offer I have heard all day.

A week.

Thank you.

Monsignor Kyser.

We were looking for you.

Yeah, and here I am.

Possibly you were searching for...

Father O'Neil's recommendation.

Actually, I need the disbursement file.

You mean this?

Yes.

Thank you.

Were you aware Father O'Neil

was going to recommend that you be replaced?

No, I didn't know that.

It's no secret you weren't pleased that he was here.

Who told you that?

Was it because he reported directly to the archbishop?

Mr. Mason, the man was an opportunist.

He was brought here for a simple audit,

and he turned it into an inquisition.

I understand you left a successful business career

to join the church.

I came here

because I felt that my talents would be appreciated

and I could work on something I believed in.

So... being removed from this position

would be a terrible blow.

Tell me, Monsignor,

what would you have done if you had found this recommendation?

Mr. Mason,

I deeply resent your implications.

I don't blame you.

Good day, sir.

Peter?

Peter...

What's the matter?

Monsignor Kyser just called.

He said this-this Mason fellow's taking up

where O'Neil left off.

Ellen, calm down.

Peter, I'm scared.

Come with me.

Look, I don't have much time.

Mason's going to be here any second to see me.

About what?

What are you going to say to him?

Ellen, for God's sake, pull yourself together.

I'm not going to implicate you.

- We're in this together. - Well...

I'd better go.

Oh, Peter, I've got to see you tonight.

No, no, I can't.

Oh, damn you!

I'd like to, but Carol's giving one of her parties.

Well, tell her it's an emergency.

Dr. Lattimore?

I..

I didn't mean to intrude.

The nurse told me you were here.

Uh, I'd like you to meet our administrator, Ellen Cartwright.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

Um, I was just leaving.

Thank you.

So, how are you feeling?

Uh, never better.

Your recuperative powers are amazing.

It runs in the family.

Well, I wish I could help you with Sister Margaret's defense.

I've always liked her.

Perhaps you can.

I gather Father O'Neil felt

the quality of medicine had fallen under your tenure.

What the hell did Father O'Neil know

about the quality of medicine?

He seemed to think you were driving good doctors away.

That's ridiculous.

Look, I'm not the problem.

Go on.

Well, you're gonna find this out anyway.

This hospital is habitually short on equipment and supplies.

That's why those doctors left.

There's never enough money. There's never enough money.

The person in charge of the physical operation

of the hospital is Mrs. Cartwright, is it not?

That's right.

And under the circumstances,

I think Mrs. Cartwright is doing a terrific job.

Under the circumstances, I'd be surprised if you didn't.

I checked into the hotel around 10:00.

So you did not see this man dressed as a priest

go into the hotel?

I already told the police everything I know.

This'll just take a second.

I have a dozen people I want to see,

and I'm running late.

I didn't see any priest anywhere.

Mr. Elison, you live in Bayport.

That's 15 minutes out of town, right?

Right.

Why didn't you go home?

Well, tell you the truth, I had too much to drink.

I went to a party, and I didn't want to drive home.

By the way, the night clerk said you checked in with your wife.

Well, yeah, but she didn't see anything.

I'd like to talk with her.

- Don't think she can help. Why?

I already asked her. You'd be wasting your time.

Well, you never know.

Maybe I can, uh, jog her memory.

What's the number?

Look, I told you she didn't see anything.

Mr. Elison, were you with your wife at the hotel?

I think you'd better leave.

Operator, yes.

The number in Bayport for a Mr. And Mrs. Elison, please.

Just what the hell do you think you're doing?

Thank you.

I said leave.

It's ringing.

I saw your damn priest.

Look, my wife finds out what I was up to, she'll kill me.

We'll keep you out of it.

My friend and I

were coming into the back entrance of the hotel.

This priest gets out of a red and white cab, follows us in.

You don't see priests sneaking in and out of hotels very often.

We thought it was funny.

Did you see him go upstairs, go into a room?

I saw him get out of the cab and come in.

That's it.

That's enough.

Logan was seen arriving at the Mayfair Hotel in a cab.

Have you spoken to the dispatcher?

For a small sum, which I'm sure

you'll reimburse me for at a later date,

he gave me the name of the driver.

I know where to look for him this afternoon.

Paul, we need Logan.

I'll find him, I'll find him.

What did, uh, you come up with?

Well, we've been over the hospital records.

The good Father was correct.

Someone is stealing them blind.

You're late for your meeting.

No hat?

No kiss?

Paul.

Let me take a look.

There you go.

Al right.

Where is Sister Margaret?

She's in church.

Well, good.

Good. How is she?

She could use a friend, Paul.

Why are you looking at me?

What happened between you two?

Nothing.

Well, I don't know what it was, but she's very upset.

You know, everyone around here is shunning her.

She's alone, Paul, and she's scared.

Am I interrupting?

Sit down.

I got a new lead on Logan.

That's good.

You don't seem very excited.

I'm sorry, I...

I think I just have other things on my mind right now.

Margaret, you're on trial for murder.

What could be more important than that?

You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

How would you feel

if you had spent six years of your life

preparing for something

and then you didn't know if it was right?

There's a name for that.

It's called "cold feet.”

It's not that.

What is it, then?

I don't know if I can take my final vows.

Why not?

I've never admitted this to anyone before...

...but I was

attracted to Father O'Neil.

And I tried not to be...

but I couldn't help myself.

I... I couldn't control myself, Paul.

And I don't know if I'm fit to be a nun.

Margaret...

You're a human being.

Y-You have feelings for...

like everybody else.

There are higher standards of conduct in the church.

And I've failed them.

You're being too hard on yourself, Margaret.

I don't know.

Maybe it's me.

I-I can't live with these doubts anymore,

and I have to... I have to find a way

to prove myself.

Well, I'm sure if anybody can, you can.

Do you really think so?

Margaret, you are the most obstinate woman I have ever met.

And I have no doubt

that whatever you set your mind to, you can do.

Come on.

I'll buy you lunch.

Your experience in real estate seems

to have served you well.

Actually, I built this place.

I wasn't referring to your house.

Mr. Mason.

Good, you're here.

I, uh, wanted to go over some of the real estate transactions

that have been made for the church.

I thought you might have something to add.

Anything specific?

Yes.

Possibly, you could explain this to me.

Mr. Mason, for every property I've sold at a loss,

I can show you ten that were profitable to the church.

That isn't the point, Mr. Shea.

I can make a strong case that you've systematically sold off

the church's most valuable properties

to your clients and associates.

Nothing illegal about selling property to people I know.

At the very least, your ethics could be questioned.

What about you, Mr. Eastman?

You were the accountant for the church

at the time of all these transactions.

Weren't you supposed to be guarding the church's interest?

We're an accounting firm; we're not investment counsel.

Mr. Mason...

is this the best you can do in defense of this nun?

Mr. Shea...

what would happen to your law firm

if the church accused you of fraud?

I won't dignify a question like that with a reply.

I can understand why, Counselor.

Mr. Mason.

Mr. Mason, I'm in a terribly awkward position.

So is Sister Margaret.

Thomas Shea is my friend.

The church is your client,

and an innocent girl is being charged with murder.

Mr. Mason, I swear I didn't know

he was selling that land to his friends.

Who recommended that your firm be retained by the church?

Well, Thomas Shea.

I've known him a long time.

Have you now?

Della told me you found Logan.

Cab driver said he picked him up right over there.

Perry, this is no place for you.

This is no place for either of us.

Your timing's perfect. There he is.

Excuse me.

♪♪

I'm all right, I'm all right.

Here... use this.

Keep it tight.

- Damn it. - Now, what happened?

Somebody's in that room with Logan.

All right, I want you to stay right where you are.

- Perry... - Stay put!

Damn it.

♪♪

He's still in there.

Driver, why did we have to wait over 20 minutes

for you to arrive?

We were busy.

With that outfit, waiting 20 minutes is nothing.

Why don't they do something about it?

The hospital's got an exclusive contract

with this ambulance service.

In my humble opinion, they haven't got the men

or the vehicles to do the job,

but the hospital won't change companies.

You're very lucky.

Here, hold that.

It's just a flesh wound.

Do you feel weak?

No. Why?

You lost some blood.

What happened?

Somebody took a shot in the dark.

Did you see who?

No.

How is he, Doctor?

He's gonna be just fine.

I'll have the nurse bandage him up.

- You all right? - Yeah. Fine.

The, uh, the good doctor wanted to know if I saw who shot me.

Really?

Well, now that Logan is dead, what do we do?

You can start by finding out who owns that ambulance service.

I'm going to find out what's in this syringe.

Mr. Mason, how do you plan to defend Sister Margaret?

No comment.

- How are you gonna handle... - No comment.

...the question of Sister Margaret's affair?

Let us through, please.

How are you gonna handle the question

of Sister Margaret's affair, Mr. Mason?

- Thank you. - Mr. Mason!

- Thank you. - One question, Mr. Mason!

All rise.

- Hello? - Hello.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I'd like to find out who owns the Centurion Ambulance Service.

Gonna sue?

What?

The leg.

Oh, oh, no.

I'm, uh...

I'm in kind of a hurry.

Clock me.

How long?

12 seconds. I'm very impressed.

I've done better.

Is that right?

Huh.

You got what you want?

Looks like some kind of holding company.

Thank you.

You've been cooperative,

quick and courteous. What's your name?

Oliver Latham.

Oliver, how do you do?

Listen, do you have a card, because I might have

a few more questions I want answered,

and I know I can trust them to you.

Oliver, thank you very much.

Could you describe the defendant's condition

when you arrived at the hotel?

She appeared to be upset.

What about her physical condition?

Well, her jacket was ripped.

- Did she say anything to you? - Yes.

Did you explain her constitutional rights to her?

I didn't feel it was necessary at the time.

You see, she wasn't a suspect then.

- She was not? - No.

What did she say to you at that time?

She said that she had arrived

the night before she met Father Logan.

He gave her some sherry.

She became drowsy, she fell asleep.

She was on the floor when the waiter arrived.

They discovered Father O’Neil’s body.

During your subsequent investigation,

did you discover anyone else

besides the defendant who actually saw

this Father Logan at the hotel?

- No, I did not. - Hmm.

During the investigation of the room,

did you find a bottle of sherry or a glass?

- No, I did not. - Huh.

I show you now People's Exhibit Three...

and I ask you if you recognize it.

Yes, I do; that's the kitchen knife

that was found in Father O'Neil's suite.

It has been stipulated by both Mr. Mason and myself

that this knife was, in fact, the murder weapon.

Were fingerprint tests run on this knife?

Yes.

The defendant's.

Thank you.

I have shown counsel and I am now showing you a letter

marked "People's Exhibit Four" for identification.

I ask you if you recognize this.

Yes, that's the letter seized during the course of a search

of the defendant's room.

It has been stipulated that this letter

was written by the decedent.

Will you read the letter into the record, please?

The letter says, "My dear Margaret,

I fear we have been compromised

"and risk ruining our careers.

"We'll both be better off if we put an end to it now

"and don't see each other again.

I'm sorry, you deserve better.”

And it's signed "Tom."

Thank you very much, Sergeant.

Your witness.

Sergeant Brock, you personally saw the body

of the man Sister Margaret identified as Father Logan?

Yes, I did.

No further questions.

Hello.

Oh, may I help you?

Oliver Latham,

State Department of Corporations.

Is there a problem?

Our records show you failed to make your annual filings.

Statements of current ownerships,

form 1001C and 902A,

should've reached our office two months ago.

Well, I think you're mistaken.

Our administrator's very prompt about matters like that.

Well, we didn't receive them.

If you sent them,

I certainly hope you have duplicates on hand.

Well, I'm sure we do.

I'll have to talk to the administrator.

If you could just wait a minute.

Al right.

On the day Father O'Neil died,

did you see him?

Yes, outside the archbishop's office.

Did he seem, uh...

distracted?

No, upset?

Yes.

Did he say why?

Well, he showed me an expensive pen and pencil set

that Sister Margaret had given him,

and he felt the gift was inappropriate.

Was there a card with the gift?

Yes.

And what did the card say?

"All my love,

Margaret.”

Hmm.

After your talk with Father O'Neil,

what happened?

Well, we saw Sister Margaret approaching the building,

Father O'Neil went outside,

and they had an animated discussion over the gift.

I could see them through the door.

What exactly do you mean

when you say "an animated discussion"?

Was it an argument?

Yes, it was.

Thank you.

Father De Leon,

how did you happen to be at that door?

Well, I was cleaning my glasses.

I-I didn't mean to eavesdrop,

but the fight occurred right before me.

Hmm.

Then...

you didn't have your glasses on.

Excuse me?

Could you repeat the question?

I said...

you didn't have your glasses on.

No, but I could see them clearly.

I-I only need the glasses for reading.

Don't you also...

wear them for hearing?

Just now, you couldn't hear me, so you put on your glasses.

Father, isn't there a hearing aid

in your glasses?

Yes.

So you couldn't hear a word they said, could you?

No, I couldn't.

You don't know for a fact

they were discussing the gift, do you?

No, I don't.

Did you continue to watch their discussion?

No, ...

I didn't want to intrude.

Father De Leon, you've admitted to this court

that you didn't hear one word that was said,

you don't know if they were discussing the gift,

and you have no idea how the argument ended.

You only assumed what happened, isn't that true?

Yes, I suppose it is true.

I really don't know what happened.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Father. That's all.

Drake, what do you think you're doing?

Stop him!

It's out of the question.

I can't let you do this.

I have to testify.

Absolutely not.

Mr. Mason, I must.

Reston will go after you.

He'll do whatever he can to make you lose your temper.

It'll be all right.

No, it won't be all right.

If you give in to his provoca...

I'm sorry.

I have to do this.

Margaret, listen me.

Brock's testimony hurt you.

We can't take the risk.

Mr. Mason, I know how hard you've worked.

And please understand,

this has nothing to do with the trial.

What are you saying?

I have studied to be a nun for six years.

And if I'm not equal to this test,

I don't deserve to take my final vows.

It's a question of faith.

Sister Margaret, are you testifying

of your own free will and volition?

Yes, sir, I am.

Then would you please tell this court

why you chose to be a witness.

I wanted everybody to hear the truth from me.

Then I ask you for once and all time,

did you or did you not murder Father Thomas O'Neil?

No, sir, I did not.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Sister Margaret,

don't most priests live at the rectory?

Yes.

So, by staying at a hotel,

wasn't it easier for Father O'Neil to see you?

Well, that's not why he...

Yes or no.

Now, Sister Margaret, wasn't it easier

for Father O'Neil to see you?

Yes.

And in point of fact, on the night of the murder,

didn't Father O'Neil call you and tell you

to come to his hotel room?

Yes, he did.

Had you been there before?

Several times.

Yes? Exactly how many times?

Uh, once? Twice?

Four or five.

Had you ever been to his room at such a late hour before?

No.

And yet, you thought nothing of going?

No.

Hmm.

Sister Margaret,

how did you feel about Father O'Neil?

Did you like him?

Yes.

Did you find him attractive?

Your Honor, I object.

Irrelevant.

Sustained.

Al right.

We have heard testimony

that you were seen holding Father O'Neil's hand in public.

Is that true?

I cut my finger, and he was looking at it.

You gave him an expensive gift, didn't you?

No. No, I- didn't.

I call your attention to People's Exhibit Four.

Do you recognize this letter

written by Father Thomas O'Neil to you?

No.

Sister Margaret, we have the testimony

of a handwriting expert.

This was written by Father O'Neil.

Would you like to reconsider your testimony?

Sergeant Brock showed that letter to me.

And that was the very first time that I saw it.

This was addressed to you.

This was found in your room.

And yet you're saying you never received it?

That's right.

You want us to believe you didn't get this note?

You want us to believe you didn't give him the gift?

Sister Margaret, isn't it true you were

in love with Father O'Neil?

I object!

This is irrelevant.

Your Honor, Mr. Mason and his client

have opened the door to this line of questioning.

Your Honor, the prosecutor's questions

exceed the scope of direct examination.

I loved Father O'Neil.

And you had an affair?

No.

Really?

Sister Margaret, didn't you just testify

that you visited his room on more than one occasion?

Yes, but ...

Please, Sister Margaret, yes or no.

Wasn't that your testimony?

Yes, but you make it seem as if I went...

When you got the note terminating the relationship,

didn't you go to his room?

He called me, and he said...

Yes or no, Sister Margaret.

Yes.

Thank you.

Didn't you beg him to take you back--

yes or no?

- No. - Didn't he tell you

the relationship had to come to an end?

Yes, but the relationship...

- Isn't it true there was a fight? -No!

And in the fight, didn't your jacket get ripped?

No!

And the crucifix torn from your neck?

No!

Sister Margaret, isn't it true you were Father O'Neil's lover?

No!

He rejected you?

No!

You killed him!

No, Mr. Reston.

That is not true.

No further questions.

There's someone else on trial here.

Someone whose voice can never be heard.

Father Thomas O'Neil...

was a good and an honest priest.

And there's not a person in this courtroom

who can question his integrity.

He never broke his vows with me.

I never broke mine with him.

♪♪

Counselor, your next witness.

Your Honor, may I have a minute with my associate?

One minute.

Get her here as fast as you can.

Mr. Mason?

Uh, yes, Your Honor.

I, uh, call...

Mrs. Ellen Cartwright to the stand.

Mrs. Cartwright, you are the administrator

of St. Mark's Hospital, is that correct?

Yes.

Is your job there your sole source of income?

Yes.

Don't you have any investments?

Few.

Your Honor, I object.

This line of questioning is totally irrelevant.

Your Honor, I will shortly show the relevancy of this testimony.

Overruled.

Now, Mrs. Cartwright, about your investments.

Would one of them be the Centurion Ambulance Service?

Yes, I have some money in that company.

Centurion serves a number of hospitals, does it not?

Yes.

And one of them is your hospital, St. Mark's?

Yes.

Mrs. Cartwright, isn't it true that you and your partners are

the sole owners of the Centurion Ambulance Service?

I really don't see what the...

Please... just answer the question.

Yes, it's true.

One last question.

And, Mrs. Cartwright,

I remind you, you are under oath.

Now...

who is your partner in the Centurion Ambulance Service?

Doctor...

Peter Lattimore.

Your witness.

No questions.

I call Dr. Peter Lattimore to the stand.

Dr. Lattimore, you are a partner

in the Centurion Ambulance Service, is that correct?

Yes, I am.

You are also the chief of medicine

at St. Mark's Hospital, is that correct?

Yes.

Last Friday night in the emergency room

of St. Mark's Hospital, did you treat Paul Drake

for a gunshot wound?

Yes, I did.

How did you happen to be at the hospital at that hour?

Were you on call?

No.

Were you looking after a patient?

I don't remember.

It may have been a post-op.

Dr. Lattimore, weren't you at a restaurant with friends

and weren't you called to the phone by your service?

I don't remember.

Didn't you rush out without finishing your dinner?

I said I don't remember.

Doctor, do you usually treat patients in the emergency room?

No.

Yet you sent the young resident Dr. Williams away

and treated Paul Drake yourself.

Yes.

Did you examine his wound?

Yes.

What was the indicated treatment?

It was superficial. I had the nurse bandage it up.

Was any medication required?

Only what was necessary to cleanse the wound.

Doctor, are you familiar

with the drug potassium chloride?

Of course I am.

Could you describe its usage?

It's used for, um, irregular heart rhythms,

fainting, particularly for people on diuretics.

But if administrated in a large enough dose,

it would induce cardiac arrest and would be fatal?

Yes.

And in a fatal dose, would be almost impossible

to detect by autopsy?

Yes.

Dr. Lattimore, would there have been any reason

to give this drug to Paul Drake?

No.

Now...

...if I were to show you a syringe

from St. Mark's Hospital, taken from the emergency bay

after you treated Paul Drake,

wouldn't it be filled with a fatal dose

of potassium chloride?

I don't know.

Dr. Lattimore, isn't it true you received a phone call

from someone who ordered you to the hospital

to kill Paul Drake?

- Your Honor... - Isn't it true that the person

who called you knew you embezzled money

from the hospital for your investments,

including the Centurion Ambulance Service?

- Multiple objections, Your Honor. -And isn't it true

that the person who called you ordered Logan...

Mr. Mason!

...to Kill Father O'Neil?!

Mr. Mason!

This court will come to order!

Mr. Reston, your objections are sustained.

Thank you.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

But I would like to reserve the right to recall

this witness to the stand.

Mr. Reston?

I have no questions at this time.

Step down.

I call Miss Gladys Terry.

Miss Terry, please tell the court where you work.

The Medical Phone Service.

We're the city's oldest answering service for doctors.

Do you handle Dr. Lattimore's calls?

Yes, sir, we do.

Can you tell me if he received a call

at approximately 10:00 last Friday night?

If he did, it'll be right in here.

Your Honor, Paul Drake was shot

at Logan's hotel by Logan's confederate.

Only the person who shot him could've called Dr. Lattimore

and told him to finish the job.

Now, Miss Terry, what did you find?

At 10:30 Friday night,

Dr. Lattimore received a call

from a gentleman who said it was an emergency.

We put him through.

And who was that gentleman?

Mr. Jonathan Eastman.

Your witness.

No questions.

You may step down.

Your Honor, at this time,

I would like to recall

Dr. Peter Lattimore to the stand.

Al right.

We embezzled the money together.

And Eastman was our partner.

But he had the priest killed, O'Neil.

It was all his idea.

He did it!

Order! Order!

This court will come to order!

Your Honor, the People move for a dismissal.

Case dismissed.

All rise.

Mr. Mason.

I liked you better when you were on the bench.

Thank you, Counselor.

Terrific, terrific.

Now, remember, you heard it here first.

You were right.

I am the most obstinate woman that you have ever met.

Thank you.

- Good-bye. - Bye-bye.

As soon as I can, I'll come down to L.A.

I'd like that.

Thanks, Perry.

Well, let's see.

I've been half frozen.

I've been shot.

Missed my trip to Tahiti.

And what do I get?

Thanks.