All language subtitles for Perry Mason S05E14 The Case of the Unwelcome Bride

Do you have to drive so fast?

Yes, I do.

You didn't get home until
20 minutes past, remember?

Darling, how many
times have I told you?

Every time your father
gets ready to leave town,

the whole office
turns into a madhouse.

That's still no excuse
for being late for dinner.

Why not? He's got
to get cleaned up, too.

Peter, my father has never
been late anywhere in his life.

I'm not even sure
he's ever been dirty.

Well, what's biting you today?

You.

Why didn't you tell me

the company's being
reorganized again?

Who told you that, my secretary?

I merely called to see why you
were so late getting home and...

Yeah, I know. She said she
had such a splitting headache.

Then you knew the old man
was tearing the joint apart again.

"And there'll be
some changes made.

"What we need is

a little administrative
planning around here."

Well, personally,
I'd rather listen

to music on the radio. Peter.

It's nothing,
Amanda. It's nothing.

But if you'd just pay
a little more attention.

If you'd just try
a little harder.

He's just upset
because he's afraid

Greg and Sue Ellen
wouldn't come tonight,

that's all.

Greg's bringing Sue Ellen?

Look out!

Wait a minute, darling.

Say, watch it there,
lady. Come on, move on.

Hi, Joe.

Oh, evening, Mr. Thorpe.

Say, excuse me, ma'am.

I didn't see who was driving.

What's happening here?

Nothing. Prowler, that's all.

Prowler?

Been a couple of
robberies in this area

in the last month.

People get nervous.

But I thought I saw you looking
for something on the ground.

Yeah. Tracks.

One of the maids in
this house to the left

thought she saw a
man in the bushes.

What kind of tracks?

Tennis shoes.

Whoever's been
robbing these places...

I'm sorry, Joe.

I'm sure it's a very interesting
criminal investigation,

but my father's expecting us.

I get you, ma'am.

I wouldn't keep old man
Frazer waiting, myself,

not if all of Fort
Knox got took.

Good night.

See you, Joe.

I wonder if Fort Knox has
ever really been robbed.

Peter, if you'd just be here.

If you'd just try and be
interested in the right things.

If you'd just fight
once in a while!

Shut up, Amanda!

I'm just as worried as you are

about what your
father is up to tonight.

You're not still upset, are you?

You promised me
it would be all right,

that you'd come tonight
and be nice to him.

I've tried everything I know
to be nice to your father,

to make him like me and
accept me as your wife.

Greg, there's more
to it than not liking me.

He hates me.

Oh, sure.

That's why he's invited
you to dinner tonight,

because he hates you.

Now, come off it.

I still don't like it, Greg.

I've never been invited
to this house before.

Why now?

I don't know why
and I don't care.

But I know one thing.

I'm getting awfully tired of
parking cars in a parking lot

and living in a
crummy apartment.

So whatever happens,
be nice tonight.

Good evening, children.

You're just in time.

You must be psychic.

Amanda, you carry on, please.

Daughter. Son.

To Greg and his lovely bride.

It's time we got acquainted.

That's why I arranged
this little affair.

Tomorrow, I'm off
on a business trip,

and I don't like leaving
loose ends dangling.

You'll find I'm a man

who comes straight
to the point, Sally.

Sally?

That's your real name, isn't it?

Sally Delaney of East St. Louis?

Forgive my curiosity, my dear.

We've never had an entertainer
in the Frazer family before.

Mr. Frazer,

I don't think...

I know you don't think, Peter.

But it's not a time

to bring that up again.

You've never been
here before, have you?

How do you like
the house, Sally?

How about this painting?

Do you think it's valuable?

I don't know.

Well, it is.

There's $50,000

in that safe.

Cash I intended to take
to Texas with me tomorrow.

That 50,000 is yours,

if you'll be on the
morning plane to Paris,

where you'll be met by a
lawyer who will arrange a divorce.

You invited us here for that?

Greg?

Greg, don't you see
what he's trying to do?

What he's always tried to do?

He doesn't want you to be a man.

He doesn't want
you to be anything.

He's doing this to
you, Greg, not me.

Well, the answer's
no, Mr. Frazer.

No!

Sorry, son. That was necessary.

I'm leaving for my
club in two hours.

You have exactly that long

to help her make
the right decision.

Do you understand?

Did you have to do that?

Do you have to
run everyone's life?

Only those who are
incapable of running their own.

And who's to judge that?

You?

As far as Greg is concerned,
you've always been blind.

Not too blind to know that
he ruined his whole future

when he married that girl.

Your son was no good
before she married him.

Amanda!

Face the truth just once.

Please, just once,
see him for what he is.

Your son is a spineless,
no-good drifter.

My son... that's it, isn't it?

If he were your
own flesh and blood,

you wouldn't talk like that.

I don't need to
have you remind me

that you are my stepfather

and that he is my stepbrother.

That's a distinction that
exists only in your own mind.

And I refuse to
discuss it again.

For now, it's enough for
you to know that I intend

to make Greg a full
partner in my firm.

Father, it's not fair.

Your concern is very
touching, Amanda,

but to whom is it not fair?

To me? To my firm?

Or to your husband?

Oh, Grants. How are
you? You having fun?

That's it. Enjoy yourself.

Joe, I...

Take it easy, baby.

I just can't stand
it anymore, Joe.

Ah, Sue Ellen, you can't
still be in love with that guy.

You're married to nothing
but your own sense of loyalty.

No, no, no. Just listen.

Now, look, sometimes you
guess wrong about people.

I did, myself, about that kid.

You put your money
on a fancy looking nag

who turned out to have
three left feet, that's all.

No, Joe.

After we were
married, he got a job.

He was doing very well.

Sure. For just about two weeks.

Then boom... Back
to the booze, bangtails

and betting with
money he didn't have.

Greg's no good!

It's not his fault.

It's his father.

There you go, making
with the excuses.

Sure, his father wrapped
him in solid gold diapers

and spoiled him rotten.

But what's wrong
with Greg is Greg,

not you, not me, not his father.

Just him! He needs...

Needs what?

The job I gave him parking cars?

You to pick up after
him, support him?

Get wise, kid. It's wrong.

Send him back to papa.

I can't, Joe.

I just can't let
it end like this.

If you don't mind, I'd
like to talk to my wife.

I had no idea what my
father was going to do.

You don't know him.
He was just testing you.

Testing?

You call it testing
when he offered me

all the money he had in the safe

if I would divorce you?

That was just talk.

He didn't mean it.

If we go back now
and apologize...

You expect me to apologize?

What difference does it make?

Do you realize what
it means if you don't?

I told you, I can't go on
working in Joe's parking lot.

There are other jobs.

You listen to me.

The only job I'm interested in

is one that leads to
my old man's money.

Even if I have to go back
as a glorified office boy

at a hundred bucks a week.

You really would go back.

You bet I would.

Now, come on, Sue Ellen.

Greg.

Why don't you go out
to the bar and cool off?

Sue Ellen's not going
anywhere with you

until you both calm down.

Oh, now, look, honey.

You were making a good living
here before you married him.

You don't need
Greg or his family.

You're going to
cut loose from them,

do you hear?

No, Joe. I can't.

I can't let it end like...

No more talk.

Please, Joe.

Oh, darling. Why don't
you go over to the couch

and sit down, huh?

I'll get you something
to help you relax.

Come on.

He says, "I know you would,"

but I said, "I can't
find the first one."

At that rate, you'll reach the
blackout stage in record time.

Now, you've had your drink.

I don't want you to
have another one.

Are you my nursemaid?

It's a little late for that.

What are you trying
to do to that girl, Greg?

Bartender!

I asked you a question.

And if I don't answer it, Joe?

Get out.

Do you mean that?

You know exactly what I mean.

All right, I'll leave.

What time is it?

Almost 10:00.

Hello? Yes?

Yes, Greg?

It's all over between
Sue Ellen and me.

Good. I'm glad you
came to your senses.

You won't regret it.

Good night, son.

See you later.

At home.

I knew when the chips were down,

that creature he married
would show her true colors.

Now I can concentrate on
these reports and my trip.

Ah. We can get along to the
club. You mind driving me?

No, sir.

Oh, just one last thing.

Mason speaking.

Oh, yes, Walter.

Perry, I'm sorry if
I interrupted you.

That matter we
discussed, the partnership?

I thought you might
want to reconsider.

No, I went ahead with it.

I had the papers
drawn up this afternoon.

Well, I'll be tied up here
for half an hour or so.

At the club?

I'd be delighted to.

I'll bring the papers with me.

Right, Walter.

Well, this is certainly
a poor substitute

for the chicken cacciatore
you promised me.

A client?

Walter Frazer.

I wonder what will happen

when his investment company
is under the management

of an overage
juvenile delinquent.

Peter?

Oh, it's you.

I thought

for a moment it might
have been a burglar.

There've been some burglaries
in the neighborhood, you know?

Peter drove Father to the club.

Are you alone?

All alone, Amanda.
I like it that way.

You poor, stupid fool.

The biggest,

most important
choice of your life.

You left that wonderful girl

and came running
home to your father.

Father was right...

He certainly was in betting

that you'd take the course

of least resistance,
the easy way.

Your father only
gambles on sure shots.

Loyalty and service
mean nothing to him.

Peter's worked for
him for 15 years,

but that doesn't mean anything.

Greg isn't fit to
be an office boy.

Give a partnership to Greg.

Partnership?

May I have the keys?

To Peter's car.

You took them when you
chased off after Sue Ellen.

What partnership?

In the company, with my father?

Go on, get the feel of it.

Make sure your father's chair

isn't too big for you.

♪ ♪

Thank you. Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

This is your host Joe Medeci.

It is now my pleasure

to introduce a very
talented young man

who'll entertain you
with a new kind of rhythm.

Cary Duncan.

Hello.

You all right, miss?

Oh, yes. Yes, I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

Greg... are you here?

Greg.

What have you done?

What have you done to my son?!

I didn't kill him! I didn't!

I don't believe you.

Mr. Frazer,

look around you.

The safe's open.

The reports.

Just a moment, Mr. Frazer.

Connect me with Lieutenant
Tragg, please. Homicide.

"A forced window in
the library indicates

"the house may have been
entered by the same burglar

"who has terrorized the
fashionable beach community.

"Although the safe was open,

the $50,000 it contained
was untouched."

Crack a safe and leave 50
grand... that's a new wrinkle.

At the scene of every
one of those burglaries,

the police found imprints
of a torn tennis shoe.

The same mark was found
outside the Frazer house last night.

Young Mrs. Frazer
insists she saw no one,

and I certainly saw no
one when Frazer and I

drove up to the house.

You say the clock smashed in
the struggle stopped at 10:45.

How long does it take to
drive from the Club Baroque

to the Frazer home?

Mmm, about 20 minutes.

Paul, how good are you at
finding a needle in a haystack?

I got a pretty good magnet.

I'd like to locate a man

in a brown and
white tweed jacket,

about 45, tall
and heavily built.

According to Sue Ellen,

he's the one person
who can prove

she left the Club
Baroque last night at 11:00

at the start of the
second floor show.

Now they're making a
plaster cast of a footprint.

This morning it
was fingerprint men

and photographers
all over the place.

Why are they
wasting all this time?

My son's been murdered.

They aren't wasting time.

The whole series of robberies
may be related to the murder.

The police want to find
the killer as much as you do.

Why didn't they arrest
that girl last night?

Why did they let her go?

Why do you dislike
your son's wife so much?

I don't dislike her or like her.

She doesn't exist
for me as a person.

She's just something
bad that happened to Greg.

When he met her, he left
me and left his job with me.

Gregson Frazer... A
parking lot attendant.

Walter, you're one

of the most successful
businessmen I know,

an uncanny judge of people,
outside your own family,

but I think you're
wrong about Sue Ellen.

My son, too, I suppose.

Yes. I think you
tended to see in Greg

what you wanted to see,
not what was really there.

I'm sorry, Walter.

All right, I'll prove to you

that I was right
about that girl.

Here.

Now that's not what
I was looking for.

Is that the $50,000 that
was in the safe last night?

Yes.

You always keep that
much cash in your safe?

No, no, only when I'm
going on a business trip.

I sometimes use cash
in some of my deals.

Deals. This was to
have been a big deal.

Geological reports.

I was due in Texas this morning.

Texas.

The police have looked

through everything
there, you know?

What?

Perhaps I left it... in my desk.

Thank heavens it's here.

I was hoping to spare Greg.

Spare him for what?

Those were taken a
couple of months ago.

Sue Ellen?

On the balcony of
a man's apartment.

You know the man?

His name's Medeci.

Pictures of my daughter-in-law

visiting another
man in his apartment

at 5:00 in the morning.

The first time that I
ever set eyes on Greg

was at the bar in
the club... drunk.

He'd walked out on
his father's business,

and he must have been
drinking steadily for days

before he staggered
into the Baroque.

Strange beginning for a
courtship and marriage.

Why does one person
fall in love with another?

It just happens, Mr. Mason.

He'd left his father then

before the two of
you were married?

Yes.

And this job he had for a while?

He had borrowed company
money to bet on the horses.

I used my savings
to pay it all back,

but of course, they fired him.

That's when Joe gave him
the job in the parking lot.

Two months ago, were
you in Medeci's apartment

at 5:00 in the morning?

I wanted to talk to Joe about...

About what?

A private matter.

Mrs. Frazer, I wonder
if you understand

how serious your position is.

Do you think I killed Greg?

It doesn't matter what I think.

It's what the police may think.

Mr. Mason, I swear

I had nothing to do with
my husband's murder.

I know absolutely
nothing about it.

If I'd been involved,
if... if I needed help,

believe me, I'd
come running to you.

The police have already
been here, Mason.

I can't tell you any
more than I told them.

Second floor show
did begin at 11:00?

Approximately.

We're usually five
or ten minutes late.

Did you happen to see a
man in a brown tweed jacket?

Might have. It was a busy night.

Say, what is all this?

Are you trying to pin
Greg's death on Sue Ellen?

Sue Ellen couldn't kill anyone.

Cary!

She always stuck up for Greg.

Why don't you talk
to that family of his?

They all hated him.

Why don't you shut up?

You talk too much.
Now look, Mason,

as far as I'm concerned,
the newspapers are right.

Greg interrupted
a burglar at work

and got killed for his trouble.

The burglar got scared and ran.

That's all there is to it.

This is it, Perry,
Peter Thorpe's house.

Looks like he has company.

Paul, I have
another job for you.

I think Frazer hired a private
detective to tail Sue Ellen.

At least he had a man
make some pictures.

I'd like to know who he is.

All right.

Mr. Mason.

Go ahead, Paul,
I'll get a cab. Okay.

Well, thank heavens you're here.

What's happened?
Well, I'm not sure.

Amanda and I were in the house

talking to the police

when I heard a
car start in the back.

Let's go.

That's all right. We
have enough now.

Take her downtown.

What are you doing here?

I was about to ask
you the same question.

Well, we just finished
talking to Mr. and Mrs. Thorpe.

You see, from what
Mrs. Thorpe told us

and what we already know,

there's not much question

but what this girl
killed her husband.

I heard something outside.

I looked out and I
saw a taxi driving away.

Then I heard another car
starting up in the driveway.

It was Sue Ellen.

She'd come back after
Greg's car, I guess.

Well, before I-I
could go outside

to see why she didn't
come in to say hello

the police were there.

They were all over the place.

That's absolutely ridiculous.

Sue Ellen couldn't kill anyone.

When did Greg leave his
car here at your house?

Oh, he didn't, I did.

If you recall, I was driving
Mr. Frazer's car last night,

since Greg had
taken mine earlier.

Then after we left
each other at the club

and you drove Mr. Frazer home...

What's all this about cars?

What difference does it make?

Darling, I want this to
be clear for Mr. Mason.

Because you see, then I
decided to return Mr. Frazer's car

since it occurred to
me that he might need it

to drive to the airport today.

My car still wasn't
at the house.

So I took Greg's
car to drive home in.

Peter, you are going
on and on like a fool.

You were out there,
too, then last night?

Oh, but that was
after you arrived.

Yes, I saw your car in the drive

and then I couldn't see any
reason for me to come inside.

Peter, stop it.

Can't you spend one minute
thinking about that poor girl?

She's the one that's
in trouble, not us.

Why don't you just try to
pay a little more attention.

Excuse me, Mrs. Thorpe.

I just wanted to tell you that
all our men have gone now.

You taking up tennis, Andy?

Lieutenant Tragg
thought you might want

to take a little closer
look at these, Perry.

We found them in the
back of Greg Frazer's car.

Notice the distinctive torn sole

on the right shoe?

Is that why you
arrested the girl?

No, no.

But it's interesting, isn't it?

These tennis shoes match
the tracks that have been found

after every one
of those robberies.

Any word from Paul?

Not yet.

Mr. Frazer's waiting
in the outer office.

Walter.

What is it you wanted me for?

For five minutes.

Then you can do what you want.

Won't you sit down?

I saw Sue Ellen earlier today.

After I left here,
she called twice.

Unfortunately I was out.

You're wasting my time with
matters that mean nothing to me.

They meant
something to Sue Ellen.

You see, she remembered
seeing a pair of tennis shoes

in the trunk of Greg's car.

Tennis shoes?

The tennis shoes
with the distinctive tear

in one sole.

In Greg's car?

The police caught her
driving off in the car.

Found the tennis
shoes in the car.

Now the police think that
your son and Sue Ellen

were involved in the robberies.

Perry, maybe it wasn't...

Walter, if anyone was a burglar,

it was your son, not Sue Ellen.

Everything you thought
and said about that girl

was completely wrong.

That job your son lost
because of the life you said

he was living with Sue Ellen...

He lost that job because
he embezzled money

to bet on horses.

It took every cent of
Sue Ellen's savings

to keep him out of jail.

Amanda was right.

My stepdaughter said

that I was a blind, stupid fool.

Yes?

Just a minute.

It's Paul. He's in Palm Springs.

Yes, Paul?

Perry, our man's
name is Lon Snyder.

He's about 45, tall and heavy.

He's wearing a
tweed coat right now.

Did you ask?

Well, is he positive?

All right, Paul.

Walter,

Sue Ellen needed a witness

to back up her claim

she didn't leave
the club until 11:00.

Paul Drake tells me the
police are now questioning

a man named Snyder.

Snyder was apparently
the man in the tweed coat.

Mr. Snyder did see your
son's wife leave the club...

but he swears it was at 10:00,

not 11:00.

Perry,

are you convinced that
Sue Ellen didn't kill my son?

Yes, I am.

I'd appreciate it very much

if you would represent
my daughter-in-law.

I agreed to represent
her an hour ago.

The wall safe was open.

Mr. Frazer examined
the contents.

Everything was there,

including the $50,000 cash.

We searched the grounds
and found one clear footprint

outside the window.

The, uh, print of one
of those shoes there.

And where did you
later find those shoes?

Mrs. Frazer led us to them.

They were in the trunk
of her husband's car.

The car she drove on
the night of his death.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Your witness.

Lieutenant, isn't it true that
the imprint of a tennis shoe

has been found on the
premises of each home

recently burglered
in the vicinity

of the Frazer estate?

It is.

Now, Lieutenant Tragg,
what time did you arrive

at the Frazer home on
the night of the murder?

Oh, uh, about 11:45, I believe.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

That'll be all.

I asked Greg for the
keys to Peter's car...

He'd taken it when he
chased after Sue Ellen.

Then I went home.

Well, that is, I
started to go home.

But you changed your mind?

Yes, there was something I-I
wanted to discuss with Greg.

I'd driven a short way
when I decided to go back.

When I reached the
house, she was there.

The defendant was at the house?

Yes, her car... Greg's
car, the one she'd taken,

was parked in the driveway.

So I turned around
and went home.

And at what time
was this, Mrs. Thorpe?

Oh, around... a
little after 10:35.

I was home before 11:00.

Thank you, Mrs.
Thorpe. That'll be all.

You may cross-examine.

Mrs. Thorpe, did you know
of your father's intention

to make your
stepbrother a full partner

in his investment firm?

I heard something about it

after Greg left the house.

Is that what you returned
to the house to discuss

with your stepbrother...
His promotion and, um,

possibly your husband's
future under his authority?

I don't remember.

Well, what difference
does it make?

When I saw Sue Ellen was
there, I turned around and left.

The car Mrs. Frazer
had been driving

earlier in the
evening was there.

That's what you mean,

isn't it, Mrs. Thorpe? Yes.

And now, Mrs. Thorpe,
on the night of the murder,

what time did the defendant
leave the Frazer home?

Around 9:00.

The decedent, Greg Frazer,

followed her using
your husband's car,

since Sue Ellen
had taken his car.

Now at what time did Greg
call his father from the club?

Well, about 10:00.

He left the club and
came home about 10:25.

You were then alone.

Your husband and
your stepfather had left

in Mr. Frazer's car,
is that right? Yes.

You spoke to the decedent
and left him alone in the house

while you drove away at, uh...

10:30, in your husband's car.

Now shortly after
10:35, you returned.

Your Honor, I don't know
what kind of a stunt this is, but...

One moment, Mr. Burger.

I'm just as curious as you are.

Mr. Mason? Yes, Your Honor?

Would you be good
enough to explain to the court

just what it is

your secretary is
working on over there?

Certainly, Your Honor.

I believe it will become
increasingly apparent

as the testimony unfolds,

that the key issue in this case

is the timetable of events.

This display is merely
a more visually graphic

representation of
that vital timetable,

and is not in any manner
intended as evidence.

Well, I see no
objections to its use.

Mr. Burger?

Well, certainly not, Your Honor.

If the defense feels
that it needs training aids

to visualize

how formidable our case
is against the defendant.

We will accept the
prosecution's acquiescence,

without the editorial.

Continue, Mr. Mason.

At approximately
10:38, you drove past

the Frazer home
and saw Greg's car,

which the defendant
had been driving earlier,

now parked outside the house.

At that time, did you
return to your own home?

Yes.

Thank you, Mrs. Thorpe.

No further questions.

Mr. Thorpe, you're employed
by Mr. Frazer, aren't you?

Yes, sir, I'm the
chief accountant.

What would you
estimate is the worth

of the Frazer company?

Oh, well, I-I
couldn't say precisely

without taking a
look at the books,

but roughly we handle over
$30 million in investments.

$30 million?

That's an attractive goal

for an ambitious young
woman, wouldn't you say?

And pretty frustrating
when she suddenly learned

that her husband
meant to get rid of her.

Your Honor.

Never mind, Counselor.

You're out of line, Mr. Burger.

I apologize to the
court, Your Honor.

And I'm through
with this witness.

Mr. Thorpe, when the decedent
worked for his father's company,

was he ever any more
than a glorified office boy?

No.

Was he dishonest?

He was reckless, always in debt.

Only weeks before his death,

he was after me
to loan him money.

Did he tell you why
he needed money?

Yes, he said that
he'd been gambling

and it would go hard
on him if he didn't raise it.

But he wanted $20,000.

I don't have that kind of money.

Not on my salary.

About two months before
the murder, Mr. Medeci,

at approximately the
time of the first burglary

that was characterized
by the tennis shoe imprints,

did the defendant visit
you at your apartment

at 5:00 a.m.?

Yes.

Would you tell
this court please,

what happened during that visit?

She wanted some advice.

At 5:00 a.m., what kind
of advice did she want?

Well, that first burglary... The
newspapers printed a picture

of a set of very expensive
cuff links that had been stolen.

Sue... Mrs. Frazer
found them in Greg's car.

Why was the defendant
concerned with those cuff links?

Well, she was afraid her husband
was mixed up in the burglaries.

When the burglaries continued,

did it ever occur to you
that since the defendant

knew about the first
one, she might have been

implicated in the
ones that followed?

Objection, Your Honor.

I withdraw the question.

I'm through with this witness.

Mr. Medeci,

did Greg Frazer owe you $20,000?

There's no reason
to conceal it, yes.

A gambling debt?

Partially.

Some of it was a loan.

On the night of the murder,

when the defendant
came to your office,

you gave her sleeping medicine.

At what time was that?

Just before 10:00.

I gave her the pills
and left her in the office

and went out to announce
the 10:00 floor show.

What time did you
return to your office?

Shortly after 11:00.

Just after the second
floor show started.

Shortly after 11:00.

Did you look for the defendant?

Yes.

Uh, when I got back to
the office, she wasn't there.

That would be
about ten after 11:00.

Let me see if I
have this straight.

The defendant awakened and
left your office at about 11:06.

She drove away at about 11:08.

By 11:10, you had
missed her in your office.

If she drove to the Frazer
home... about a 20-minute drive...

She should've arrived
there at about 11:28?

Yes.

No further questions.

For now.

Those photographs of
Sue Ellen and Medeci

must have been taken
from the balcony out here.

The Medeci apartment
is right next door.

Now, Lon Snyder took this
place under the name Samson.

According to the landlord,

he, uh, cleared out
the night of the murder

and hasn't been back.

You find something?

Plaster.

There's a hole bored
through to the next apartment.

Paul, how do you
like high altitudes?

You want me to
jump off the balcony?

No, I want you to take the
next jet plane to Houston, Texas.

Now, Mr. Snyder, you
testified that you had been

hired by Mr. Frazer to
investigate the background

and activities of his
son's wife, the defendant.

Is that correct? Yes, sir.

Were you so engaged on the
night of Greg Frazer's death?

Not exactly.

As I testified, I'd already
turned in my report,

including her visit to
Medeci's apartment.

When you've watched somebody
for a couple of months, you,

well, sort of notice.

I understand that.

And where did you
notice the defendant

on the night of the murder?

At the Club Baroque.

I was just coming into the bar,

and she came out of a
private office and left the club.

I remind you now
of previous testimony

that the clock, which was
broken during the fatal struggle

in the murder room,
was stopped at 10:45.

And I ask you, at
what time did you

see the defendant
come out of that room

and leave the Club Baroque?

Around 10:00.

Maybe five, ten minutes after.

That will do, sir.
Thank you very much.

Your witness.

Mr. Snyder,

at what other time or times

did you see the defendant
that particular evening?

About an hour later.

The 11:00 floor show had started

and I'd gone out for
a breath of fresh air.

I was coming in to
see the show, and...

well, I bumped into her,
almost knocked her over in fact.

We exchanged a few words.

It-it must have been
between 11:06 and 11:08.

At 11:07, Mr. Snyder?

Well, yes, that's right.

Now, you say you had
completed your report to Mr. Frazer

before the night of the murder.

However, you took photographs
of the defendant and Mr. Medeci

as part of that
report, is that correct?

Yes.

From where were those
photographs taken?

From a balcony next
to Medeci's apartment.

And from your apartment,

you could observe anyone
who came to see Mr. Medeci.

Now, did the decedent
ever visit his apartment?

No, not while I was there.

This is a vital point to
the defense, Your Honor,

and needs clarification.

I request the court's
permission to interrupt

my cross-examination
of this witness

in order to recall Mr. Medeci.

Mr. Medeci, did the
decedent, Greg Frazer,

ever visit you in
your apartment?

Ah, I've lived
there a long time.

Had a lot of parties,
entertained a lot of people.

Who knows? Maybe
he did, maybe he didn't.

Perjury is the assertion
of a falsity under oath.

Penalties are severe
when it comes to perjury.

Would you care to reconsider
your answer, Mr. Medeci?

Well, I...

Perhaps I can prod your memory.

I've lived there a long time.

Had a lot of parties,
entertained a lot of people.

Mr. Mason, is that
a recording device?

It is, Your Honor.

But it's only to demonstrate the
ease of recording conversation

without being detected.

As your apartment
was bugged, Mr. Medeci,

and your conversation recorded.

What?

Now, you did have a
conversation with Greg Frazer

in your apartment,

did you not? All right,
so he came to see me.

So, I forgot.

Is there any crime in that?

No.

No, crime in that, Mr. Medeci.

According to this timetable,

the defendant left
the Frazer home

in Greg's car at 9:00.

Which meant that
she arrived at the club

at 9:20.

Is that when you saw her?

Yes.

She claims she
didn't leave the club

to return to the Frazer
home until 11:08.

Yet, Mrs. Thorpe

testified she saw the defendant

at the Frazer home at 10:38.

That's a lie.

I gave Sue Ellen
two sleeping pills.

She took them.

She couldn't have
left the club that early.

Who else knew it was
safe to take that car?

Only one possible person.

The person who gave
her those sleeping pills.

That would be you, Mr. Medeci.

You drove Greg's car
to the Frazer home,

did you not?

Yes.

Amanda Thorpe left at 10:30.

She returned at 10:38
and saw Greg's car.

So, you must have
arrived at 10:35.

About a 20 minute drive.

So you left the club at 10:15.

Now, you didn't start
the second floor show

until 11:05.

Mr. Medeci, a clock was broken

in the struggle with
the decedent at 10:45.

Which puts you
squarely on the scene

of the murder, at the
time of the murder.

I didn't kill him, so help me.

All right, I was mixed up with
him in a couple of burglaries.

But I didn't kill him.

Greg was alive when I left.

Greg owed you $20,000.

Desperate, he tried burglary.

At that point,

as you promised Sue Ellen,

you spoke to Greg?

Yes.

In your apartment,

the two of you planned a
series of petty burglaries,

deliberately leaving the
tennis shoe marks at each one.

All as a prelude to the
one important burglary,

the one in which you
would recover your money.

It was the 50,000 we were after.

I drove up in Greg's car,

I left the mark with
the tennis shoe,

I left my-my
gloves in the trunk,

and then I went in.

Greg had already
opened the safe.

But you didn't take that 50,000.

Why?

Well, Greg explained to
me about the partnership.

That it was worth
lots more money.

We didn't want to
gamble it against $50,000.

You've got to believe
me, Mr. Mason.

I did not kill him.

Greg was alive when I left.

I will not take a murder rap!

Now, if the defendant,

if Amanda Thorpe,

if Medeci are all
telling the truth,

then somebody else
was at the Frazer home.

Somebody who followed
Medeci from the club,

parked out of sight

and wasn't seen by Mrs. Thorpe.

When Medeci left, that
person went into the house

and found the safe open.

At that time, Greg
Frazer was still alive.

At 10:45, the time
the clock was broken,

Greg Frazer was killed,

and something was
taken from that safe.

Something was taken, wasn't it?

And then returned?

You heard the testimony.

The 50,000 wasn't touched.

No, it wasn't.

When Medeci left, you
assumed he had the 50,000.

That was the plan
you'd overheard

when you bugged his apartment.

It never occurred to you
when you looked in the safe

that the $50,000
was still there.

In a plain, unmarked,
brown envelope.

No.

No, that wasn't what you
were looking for, was it?

You'd learned of something else
by bugging Medeci's apartment.

You'd learned of Walter
Frazer's business trip to Texas

to buy oil land.

Now, wait a minute, Mason, I...

Just before court convened,

I received a telephone
call from Mr. Paul Drake,

confirming the sale of
land recorded in Texas

the day following
Greg Frazer's death.

Choice oil lots secretly listed

in the geological reports
in Walter Frazer's safe.

But I didn't steal them.

No, Mr. Snyder.

You didn't steal them.

You simply photographed them
and then returned them to the safe.

Now, was that before or after
you murdered Greg Frazer.

I didn't mean to kill him.

He jumped me.

It-it was self-defense.

You killed to rob a safe.

You missed $50,000 lying
unprotected in that safe.

Tell me, Mr. Synder.

How much were you paid
to photograph those reports?

$10,000.

I still don't see how
you knew, Mr. Mason.

Well, it was your father-in-law

who started me
thinking in the right line.

I remembered his first reaction.

His first words.

I'd just as soon not be
reminded of that again, Perry.

I've been trying to
explain to Sue Ellen

that a blind man often
accuses the whole world

of darkness.

I wasn't thinking of what you
said about Sue Ellen, Walter.

It was the words when you, uh,

first looked around the room.

You said, "The safe's open.

The reports."

Those geological reports
made a perfect setup for Synder,

or at least so he thought.

You see, Mr. Frazer,

he'd learned of
your impending trip

from the taped conversations,

and he knew that Greg's
big burglary was planned

for that last night when the
maximum amount of cash

would be in your safe.

He never planned on murder then.

Most murderers never do.

Only then, something
always seems to happen.

Greg jumped Synder, they
fought and Synder killed him.

Maybe Greg was trying

to make up for some
of the things he'd done.

You needn't say
that, Miss Street.

There are some things that...

just don't need any
more explaining.

Thank you, Sue Ellen.

Thank you.