All language subtitles for Perry Mason 1x14.English

- Tydings in?
- Yes, Mr. Dawson.

- He's tied up with Ellis.
- He was.

- Sorry, Ellis, this is a private matter.
- Of course, Mr. Dawson.

We'll go over this later, Ellis.

Robert, you seem a little upset.

As your partner,
I have a right to be.

I just came from the bank, Tydings.

Carol Stanley's trust account
is $80,000 short.

- So?
- Where is it?

Well, unfortunately, Robert, we're
living in the age of the shrinking dollar,

even the dishonest ones.

You admit you stole it?

I believe fraudulent conversion
is the proper description.

Are you going to put
that money back?

Well...

The knight without armour protecting
the innocent, or is she?

DAWSON:
Miss Shaw, get me the police.

You've just got 60 seconds
to raise that money.

Have I?

Well, in that case, Robert, you'd better
do some pretty fast reading.

That's an interesting file.
Those are photostatic copies.

The originals are all quite safe.

Yes, you see,
two can play at checking up.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

Yes?

SHAW: Mr. Dawson's call
to the police is on one.

Miss Shaw, you can cancel
Mr. Dawson's call to the police.

Emotional impulses
should be controlled, Robert.

They can really be quite dangerous.

Now, there will be no trouble
with the trust accounts,

merely a slight deficiency.

You know, Carol's a lovely girl.
I wish you all the luck in the world.

Don't push me too far, Tydings,
even with that file.

You'd better lock up
this file too, Ellis.

These interim accounts
of the Carol Stanley trust,

have you been handling
this yourself, Ellis?

Of course, Mr. Tydings.

Mr. Dawson tells me that the account
is $80,000 short.

- Eighty thousand!
- Unfortunately, he's right.

Now, I know where $60,000 is, Ellis,

because I reinvested it
myself personally.

That still leaves us $20,000 short.

What was it, Ellis,
gambling or women?

- But, Mr. Tydings--
- I'll give you till noon tomorrow

to replace the missing $20,000.

But it's impossible.

Nothing's impossible
if you're desperate enough.

You're not a young man, Ellis.
Ten years can be a long time.

Mr. Tydings, you don't
seem to understand--

Miss Shaw,

Mr. Ellis will be giving you the keys
to the security vault.

He won't be needing them
for the next couple of days.

Till noon tomorrow.

Oh, and Ellis, make it
a certified cheque.

SHAW:
Just a moment please.

Mr. Tydings,
Carol Stanley's on the phone.

She wants to speak to Bob Dawson.

Carol?

Well, I was just about to call you.
Anything wrong?

Well, I'm a little upset, Mr. Tydings.

I've just heard something
about the trust.

Rumours, rumours, rumours.

Now, what was this one?
That I defaulted with your money

and ran off to Peru?

I'd like to see you tonight, if I may.

All right, Carol.
Shall we say 8:00 at my office?

Good. I'll see you then. Bye, dear.

It's a terrible failing, isn't it,
Miss Shaw?

I never can resist the plea
of a lovely woman.

Oh, um...

Suppose you come into my office
in about 20 minutes.

I think I'll be ready
for some dictation then.

Mr. Tydings?

Mr. Tydings.

Bob? Something dreadful.

It's Mr. Tydings.
He's been murdered.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Hello?
MAN: Mr. Mason?

- Yes?
- Listen carefully, I can't repeat this.

I have two $1,000 bills in my wallet.
They're for you, a retainer.

I'll arrange for a further payment
of $10,000

if you have to act as my lawyer.

How did you get my phone number?

MAN: There's no time
to explain. It's life or death.

Will you see me?

- Yes, I'll see you.
- I'll be there in 20 minutes.

- I called you.
- Come in.

- Are you alone?
- Why, yes.

- Do you mind?
- Not at all.

Bathroom's on the right.

- Well, I hope you like the apartment.
- Yeah. It's nice. Excuse me.

Good evening.

Won't you sit down?

- Some coffee?
- No, thank you.

This is your retainer.
Two thousand dollars.

And this $10,000 is your fee
if and when you're needed.

I don't believe
I've ever seen one of those.

This lady is your client.
At all costs, I want her protected.

An introduction might be helpful.

At the moment, we both
prefer to remain anonymous.

How can I represent a client
if I don't know who she is?

You'll know when it's necessary.

My friend needs your help, she'll
present you with her half of the bill.

WOMAN: Mr. Mason--
- Please.

I'll accept under one condition:

That I have the right to return
this retainer

in the event that later on
I decide not to handle the case.

Fair enough.

You understand this? And agree?

- Good.
- Thank you, Mr. Mason.

Good night.

Got to be a murder.

I gave this serial number of this
bill to Paul Drake. He'll check it out.

Ten thousand dollars.
You must have had a busy night.

It's only the beginning.

Wait till the other half
of that bill arrives.

Things will really start to move.

Excuse me, Mr. Mason.
Will you see an A. E. Leeds?

Who's he, Gertie?

It's a she. And she looks like a woman
who usually gets what she wants.

Excuse me.
Leeds is the name, Abigail Esther.

I don't believe in wasting time,
so let's get to the point.

Won't you sit down?

LEEDS: I'm a widow. I own
farmland and from the taxes I pay,

I should be pretty well-off.

What's your trouble?

I'll give you the background,
just the highlights.

Back in '39, I knew a Polish
refugee couple named Dolincki.

They wanted to get
to America from Paris.

They begged me to take
their daughter, Katrina, age 3.

They were gonna come later,
but they never made it.

They died in one of those camps.
You know how it was.

- And you were left with the child.
- Mm-hm.

I was single then,
so I put Carol in a home.

- Carol?
- I called her Carol.

The Hidden Home Welfare Society.
I should have known better.

It was a baby farm.
Do you know what that is?

Yes. I do.

LEEDS: They sold her for a
thousand dollars, like a dog.

Were you supporting the child

- at that time?
- I was.

I've got the cancelled cheques
to prove it.

Took me five years to find out
where she was.

MASON: You wanted to get her back?
- No.

No. She was living with a family
named Stanley.

I saw them and I saw her.
She was happy.

Well, you don't treat a child
like a football.

But the Stanleys died, both of them.
They were killed in an auto accident.

They left a trust fund for Carol
that ran into six figures,

and that crook Tydings
was named trustee.

- Tydings?
- Albert Tydings. He's a crook.

Look at the accounts.
I know he's robbing her.

If he is all you believe,
the proper investigation

should expose those facts.
However, I can't take the case.

LEEDS: Why not?
- You're not a relative,

so you have no legal standing
in the matter.

Only Miss Stanley, as beneficiary,
can institute an investigation.

Well, then I'll bring her here
this afternoon.

All right. I'll expect you at 2:00.

Your girl has my address.
Send me the bill.

Timid little soul, isn't she?

You know, I'm already beginning
to feel sorry for Mr. Tydings.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello? It's Paul Drake.

Would you mind repeating that?

I've got it.

Paul found out about
the ten-thousand-dollar bill.

Good.

Perry, it was issued
to an Albert Tydings.

You know, we might be representing
opposing clients in the same case?

Get Paul back.
Tell him I'll meet him downstairs.

That's where he is,
at Clay's Grille.

- Tell Jerry I want my car right away.
- Right.

What makes you think
Tydings'll be home

if he doesn't answers his phone?

- Just a hunch, Paul.
- I thought you dealt with facts.

Well, when you run out of facts,
you try intuition.

If Tydings was my midnight visitor,

he's probably sleeping off
a heavy night's work.

While we stick our noses
into a hornet's nest.

Nothing unusual about that.

What else did you find out
about Tydings?

Oh, he's just another solid citizen.
Bachelor, no attachments.

Austere would be the word.

- No women?
- He seems pretty good at covering up.

Yeah, he is.

Paul? Will you?

PAUL:
Yeah. Blood.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

You know, a private detective
can be jailed

for breaking and entering
just as easily as a lawyer.

Why, Mr. Drake. You saw
what happened. The door was open.

Perry. More blood.

Yeah, same man
that came to see me at the office.

That's gonna be a great help
when the Homicide boys get here.

Well, I suppose it's up to me
to call them.

Paul.

Here.

Well, thank you for waiting, gentlemen.
How did you just happen to be here?

We came to see Tydings,
found the door unlocked,

walked in and discovered the body.

Just pure chance?

What was your reason
for seeing Tydings?

- Business.
TRAGG: Well, I gathered your visit

wasn't a social call.

- Were you Tydings' lawyer?
- No.

Mason, this is homicide.
Why did you wanna see Tydings?

You should know better than to expect
me to violate the confidence of a client.

Just answer me one thing.
Are you with us on this case

or are you holding out
for reasons of your own?

At the moment, lieutenant,
I just don't know.

I believe you, Mason.
Question is, will the DA?

- Mrs. Leeds get here?
- Five minutes ago.

- They're in the law library.
- Thanks.

- You're late.
- My apologies, Mrs. Leeds.

This is Carol Stanley,
the girl I mentioned.

Pleasure, Miss Stanley.

Well, let's get down to business,
Mr. Mason.

I've explained to Carol
that legal stupidity

makes it necessary
for her to sign certain papers

demanding an investigation
of that crook, Tydings.

- Right, Carol?
- Yes, Abbey.

So if you'll write them up,
we'll sign them

and leave you to get on with the job.

Well?

The situation has
changed somewhat.

- Why?
- Albert Tydings is dead.

- He was murdered.
- Murdered?

What happens now?

The courts will appoint another trustee
to handle the legacy.

Miss Stanley might be permitted
to nominate a suitable person.

- I'd serve without compensation.
- Thank you, Abbey.

Excuse me, Lieutenant Tragg's
waiting in your office.

Please excuse me. I'll be right back.

Something I can do
for you, lieutenant?

I understand you're representing
Mrs. A. E. Leeds.

Possible. Why?

Well, I thought you might know
where I could find her.

I'm a lawyer, not a detective.
Any reason you want to see her?

No, just a routine checkout.
Just let her know that I called.

- I'll keep it in mind.
- Thanks.

I'm sorry, wrong door.

- Aren't you Abigail Leeds?
- I am.

What a coincidence.

Any objections
if I talk to your client, Mason?

- Not at all.
- I'm Lieutenant Tragg, Homicide.

Investigating the death
of Albert Tydings.

Mr. Mason will tell you you don't
have to answer questions.

However, any assistance
that you could give me,

I would greatly appreciate.

Ask away, officer.

When did you last see Tydings,
Mrs. Leeds?

A couple of days ago at his office.

- Did you threaten him?
- Threaten him?

If I'd had a horsewhip,
I'd have thrashed him.

Why?

Because he's a cheap,
dirty crook with sticky fingers.

Whoever murdered him
did a civic service.

I didn't say he was murdered.

If he wasn't, then why are you
wasting the taxpayers' money?

If you're hard-pressed for suspects,
put me on your list.

- I'll be in good company.
- You're very frank, Mrs. Leeds.

I have a voice like a foghorn,
and when I'm mad, I don't whisper.

Come on, Carol.
We came here to see Mr. Mason

and not to waste time
answering fool questions.

- I might wanna see you again.
- It's a free country, sir.

Goodbye, Mr. Mason.

Quite a character.

Do you have any idea
when Tydings died, lieutenant?

Oh, as a rough guess,
I'd say around 8.

- Why?
- Just curious.

Idle curiosity without reason
doesn't sound like you.

- Mind if I give you a little advice?
- Do I have a choice?

Suppression of material evidence
in a murder

might be hard to explain
to the bar association.

And I'd hate to lose
my favourite sparring partner.

- Bye.
- Bye.

This letter from Miss Stanley
is hardly sufficient authority

to allow you access
to our trust accounts, Mr. Mason.

- If it was a court order--
- That's on its way.

When it arrives,
I shall be happy to obey it.

You're not very cooperative,
Mr. Ellis.

With Mr. Tydings dead
and Mr. Dawson out of town,

- my hands are tied.
- When did Mr. Dawson leave?

- Last night, I believe.
- A little sudden, wasn't it?

Did Dawson comment
on Mrs. Leeds' accusations?

Mr. Mason, I'm a confidential clerk.

Discussion of my employer's business
would be most unethical.

Come down from the clouds, Ellis.

Eighty thousand dollars is missing
from my client's trust account.

Both you and Dawson will need a few
ethical stories before I'm through.

Oh, Mr. Mason, you have a call.
Will you take it over on the other desk?

- Line 2.
- Thank you.

Yes?

The cops found Dawson's car, Perry.
It's wrecked near Westside Lake.

- They're dragging for the body now.
- Tragg on to it yet?

Nope. At the moment, it's exclusive.

Good. I'll pick you up at the office.

Yes?

Yes.

- Are you Mr. Tydings' secretary?
- No, Mr. Mason.

Uh, Miss Shaw doesn't come in
in the mornings.

- Privileged, or time off for overtime?
- I wouldn't know.

Yes. That's right. Bye.

Thank you again.

Paul, get my camera.
It's in the glove compartment.

Yeah.

PAUL:
Officer?

Would you mind standing
next to the car, please?

- Have they found the body yet?
- Not yet, sir.

PAUL:
Just one more.

The name's Duggan,
Bill Duggan, two G's.

D-U-G-G-A-N.

PAUL:
Find anything?

MASON:
Uh-huh.

When it went into the lake,
Dawson wasn't driving.

- How come?
- The gas pedal's wired to the floor.

- It was murder.
- Or fake suicide.

If you boys hang around,
you'll get quite a story.

- Oh? In what way?
- That's the Homicide boys turning up.

I'd better go get some fresh film.
Excuse me.

Nice meeting you.

PAUL:
Excuse me, lieutenant.

TRAGG:
You again?

Coincidence, lieutenant,
just coincidence.

- Hey, mister. Duggan with two G's.
- Got it.

Sorry, we can't take
your picture, lieutenant.

Out of film.

- Perry, Ellis just left.
- Good.

Come on, sleepy.

Now, don't forget the signal.

If Ellis comes back
or there's any trouble,

I'll ring the phone twice, hang up
and then redial.

- You pick it up on the next ring.
- Complex but effective. Come on.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I've locked myself out.

I'm right next door,
Tydings & Dawson.

- Thanks a million.
- Pleasure, lady.

- Working late?
- About a half-hour.

- Good night, miss.
- Good night.

Good girl.

- Comfortable?
- Mm-hm.

So is the city jail.

Relax, Della.
Nobody broke the door down.

I have a court order
to examine these books.

- Did you find what you wanted?
- I think.

From a quick run-down
of these figures,

Tydings must have been robbing
Carol Stanley blind.

Let's get out of this place.
It makes me nervous.

Hold your horses.
I'll be ready in a minute.

DELLA:
What's that?

Empty shell.

MASON:
Small calibre.

Probably a Beretta.
Easy enough to conceal.

He could have been shot
at close range across this desk.

When the door is closed,
and the street noises,

nobody would have heard the shot.

Just doesn't add up.

Why would someone risk taking
a body halfway across town

when they could have killed Tydings
in his own home?

You're right. It just doesn't add up.

What if, if A killed him,
B arrived and found him dead,

realised if the police nosed around,

his girlfriend would be asked
some very awkward questions,

so he then moved the body
and looked up a lawyer.

Dawson?

Who was the girl?

Not bad. What does it mean?

Freudian slip maybe.
Tydings anticipated overtime.

- Secretary, huh?
- As I recall, her name is Enid Shaw.

OPERATOR:
What number are you calling?

Madison 51199,
and, operator, this is an emergency.

OPERATOR:
One moment, please.

You got the keys to Office 410?

OPERATOR: Will you dial
your number again, please?

[PHONE RINGING]

Perry, vanish.
The law's on its way up.

And make it fast.
I got hung up on the phone.

DELLA: What are you doing?
- We must leave something for Tragg.

- Tragg.
- He's on his way up.

This is where we retire
to previously prepared positions.

- What positions, Perry?
- The fire escape, of course.

Check for latent bloodstains
around the desk.

But if Dawson's our client, why should
he cover for Tydings' secretary?

- Enid Shaw, a very attractive woman.
- True, why?

- Have a sandwich.
- If you insist.

MASON:
Get Dawson's picture?

PAUL: Is he your midnight visitor?
MASON: He is.

- That's nice. He's wanted for murder.
MASON: What?

Tragg found bloodstains in the back
of Dawson's car.

that matched Tydings' blood group.

- Is someone watching the girls?
- Yep. They're both covered.

I understand watching Miss Shaw
but who's the other girl?

Carol Stanley.

[PHONE RINGS]

Mason speaking. Yeah. Hold on.

Paul.

Hello. Yeah. She did?
Wait a minute.

All right.

Got it. Jack, stay with it,
we'll be right over.

The girl led us to Dawson.
He's holed up in a motel.

Let's get going. See you, Della.

Bye, beautiful.

They're in Number 5,
and I think they're planning to skip.

Going somewhere, Mr. Dawson?

- Why?
- Stop playing games.

How'd you find us?

Listen, Dawson,
I don't think you killed Tydings,

but I'm a minority of one.
I want the truth and I want it fast.

- That includes you, Miss Stanley.
- You keep her out of it.

Why did you move Tydings' body
from his office?

TRAGG: Why don't you answer
the counsellor's question, Dawson?

Or must I be formal, Mason?

And I must commend you
for your sense of public duty.

I knew that if I followed you,
that you'd lead me to Dawson.

- Mrs. Leeds is waiting, Perry.
- Just a moment.

- How's it going?
- Not good. They switched charges.

Now Carol Stanley is held on suspicion
of murder, with Dawson as accessory.

Why?

Her car was seen in front
of Tydings' office

before Dawson got there.

- Is the witness reliable?
- I'd say so, he was a policeman.

She had to go and park
in front of the fireplug.

What's their story?

Carol had an appointment with Tydings
at his office.

She arrived there, found him dead,

got panicky, called Dawson
and Dawson shifted the body.

Did he have any reason?

Yeah.

The office knew about
her appointment.

He thought by moving the body,
he'd give her an alibi.

Do you believe it?

Yes, but I'd hate to try
and convince a jury.

What about Miss Leeds?

Oh.

Better show her in.

How's Carol, Mason?

- Would you like some coffee?
- This isn't a social visit.

I don't know what half-witted moron
is responsible for Carol's arrest,

but whoever it is is going to know
Abigail Leeds by the time I'm through.

Sit down, Abigail.

Well, the district attorney's office
has a pretty good case against her.

Then what are you resting up
for, inspiration?

Why haven't you bailed her out?

- There is no bail for murder.
- Murder?

Well, I thought she was being held
as a material witness.

That was last night. Things change.

Uh...

When do they say Tydings
was killed?

About 8:00.

Then they haven't got a case.
Carol was with me in my apartment.

Mrs. Leeds,

car was seen by a policeman
in front of Tydings' office at 8:00.

[SIGHS]

Well,

I've got some things here for her,

clothes and some cookies
that she's been fond of.

- When can I see her?
- Well, that's up to the police.

As a rule, only close relatives
are allowed.

Well, I'm the closest friend
that she's got, like a mother.

But you're not her mother,
Mrs. Leeds.

It will be up to Lieutenant Tragg.

However, I'm sure
he'll see his way clear.

- Della?
DELLA: Yes, Perry.

Get Paul Drake on the phone for me,
will you?

Oh, and by the way,
do you have Mrs. Leeds' address?

Yes, it's on Rossmore. Why?

Because Carol Stanley
lives with her.

We're going visiting.

Do we skip with the diamonds
and leave the paintings?

You sound bitter.

I suppose you have a court order
for justifiable snooping.

Della, there is no breaking
and entering

when a tenant gives you her keys,

and Miss Stanley also gave me
power of attorney.

Now, that should be enough.

DELLA:
All right, what next?

You search the bedroom.
I'll tackle this room.

What are we looking for?

A motive for murder.

I think you'll find it tied
in pink ribbons

and preserved in lavender,

wherever women
keep their mementos.

Perry, I think I found something.

- No letters.
- I didn't expect any.

Could you put these back
as you found them?

What's this?

- Ellis?
- Yes, Ellis.

Blackmail?

They go back over a period
of five years.

- Sometimes, Della, I wish that--
- I know. What next?

I'll have a chat with Ellis.

Take a couple of these along
as calling cards.

No, Mr. Mason.
I'm sorry, Mr. Ellis is in conference.

- Can you get him on the phone?
- He's not taking any calls.

- May I have an envelope?
- Of course, Mr. Mason.

Would you please give this
to Mr. Ellis?

Tell him I'll wait for him
exactly 60 seconds.

- But--
- Two, three, four, five, six...

- Would you please go in, Mr. Mason?
- Thank you.

I gather you're a man
of lightning decisions.

I'll take the evidence.

What were you
in the Hidden Home Welfare Society,

the bookkeeper?

What do you want?

Where's the file Tydings
was using for blackmail?

What's the deal?

With grand larceny
and extortion against you,

you're in a bad bargaining position.
Now get that file.

I haven't got it.

Then open that safe and get it
or I'll get it myself.

You'll need a court order to do that.

Anything else you'd like?

You win.

It's all there, Photostats
and originals.

- Who collected this file?
- I did.

First, you used it to blackmail
Mrs. Leeds with.

Then when you found she and Tydings
were having trouble, you sold it to him.

Well, I needed the money.

Well, your worries
in that department are over.

ELLIS:
What do you mean?

By the time you get out of jail,

you'll be drawing
an old-age pension.

- Hi, Della.
- Oh, Perry.

Paul's in your office
and Mrs. Leeds is in the law library,

and Lieutenant Tragg's on his way.

I'll see Paul first then Mrs. Leeds,
and hold all calls, will you, Della?

Right.

PAUL: Hi, Perry.
- Paul.

PAUL: Did Ellis come across?
- He did.

Well, Bob Dawson's
as clean as a whistle.

Got a straight run clear back
to grade school.

He's not brilliant,
but depressingly honest.

What about the $10,000 bill he gave
me? You said it was issued to Tydings.

Well, they keep a pretty hefty
cash-margin account at that office.

Dawson must have drawn it
against his cheque.

That makes sense.

I got this cable from Washington
about Abbey Leeds' passport.

Doesn't exist and it never has.

You can take it as gospel:

Abigail Esther has never left the States
in her life.

It adds up.

I think we're adding up
to the same total.

This is from the Hall of Records.

"Entry of birth:
Dated June 23rd, 1936. Female."

You know the rest.

- All right, thanks.
- Sorry it came out this way, Perry.

I know. Yeah.

Well, tell Della to have Tragg wait here
in my office, will you?

How was your visit with Carol,
Mrs. Leeds?

It's killing her, Mason.
It's killing her spirit.

They're animal cages.

Locks, bars, keepers and a clean sort
of smell that I'll never forget.

- It's quickly forgotten when you leave.
- Well, when will she leave?

The preliminary hearing's
set for tomorrow.

- And her chances?
- Not good.

She's innocent, Mason.
She shouldn't be there at all.

The district attorney is asking
an indictment for first-degree murder.

- What does that mean?
- The gas chamber.

Oh, no.

Oh, don't worry.
That'll never happen.

I had hoped to find the killer,

but I've only been
partially successful.

What do you mean?

Knowing who killed Tydings,
and proving it to a jury

is an unbridgeable gap.

Why do you think he was killed?

All of us have a point of no return.

Sometimes when you're
pushed too far,

you lose control.

You're wise beyond your years,
young man,

and a good guesser.

Or is it guesswork?

You have a very lovely daughter,
Abbey.

- You must be quite proud of Carol.
- I am, Mr. Mason. I--

How much do you know?

Is that why you killed him, Abbey?

Yes.

You've never been a child
without a father.

Flushed with shame every time
you had to produce a birth certificate.

Called names
that you couldn't even understand,

and cried yourself to sleep
night after night.

Well, I have, Mr. Mason.

I'd kill Tydings, and I'd kill again
before I'd let anyone harm my child.

Would you call out
Lieutenant Tragg?

He was very kind down at the jail.

- He's waiting in my office.
- You think of everything, young man.

You don't have to come down
to that place with me, Mr. Mason.

I've wasted enough of your time.
I suppose I should get a lawyer.

At the risk of being unethical,
I'd like to apply for the job.

A guilty client isn't going to
help your reputation.

Well, Abbey?

You've got the job.

Well, lieutenant?

If we have to ride
downtown together,

would you be kind enough
to give me your arm?

[MASON SNEEZES]

- Gesundheit.
- Thank you.

What's that?

- Tastes very good.
- I just have a cold.

DELLA:
Mm-hm.

All right, now, open up. Come on.

You know, I forgot to tell you, Dawson
and Carol's family dropped by.

They brought the other half
of that ten-thousand-dollar bill.

You know, I have a feeling that girl
knows all about her background.

Yes, ever since high-school days.
Couldn't care less.

- Well, why didn't she tell her mother?
- Oh, she didn't wanna upset her.

And to think Mrs. Leeds killed Tydings
just to protect the secret.

- What a futile, senseless murder.
- All murders are.

[SNEEZES]

Della... Della, you don't have to stay.
I'll be fine.

You know, Mr. Mason, I told you
I'm a very handy girl to have around.

You didn't tell me one of your
accomplishments was starting fires.

Any time you want me to put the heat
on Lieutenant Tragg, just let me know.

- I'll bear that in mind.
- Here.

[GRUNTS]

Sometimes, you even make it
too hot for me.