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Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Oh!

Uncle Pete,
Uncle Pete.

What happened?
What's wrong?

He's going to kill me!
He's going to kill me!

Oh, Doris,
be quiet!

Uncle Pete, wake up.

Edna?

You were walking in your sleep
again, Uncle Pete.

No, no! He's faking.

He tried
to kill me.

You can't fool me,
not for a minute.

You won't be satisfied
until I'm dead.

Well, aren't you, uh,
going to invite me in?

Thanks.

Nice.

It's been a long time, Doris.

That's not myfault,
Mr. Maddox.

You look lovelier than ever.

Thank you.

What's on your mind, Frank?

Suppose I said that I just
drove up here to, uh--

Talk about old times.

You'd be lying.

I never could kid you,
could I?

So you can't understand why
your husband's business partner

would, uh, drive all the way

to Santa Barbara
just to see you?

Especially since Peter's
no longer my husband.

He is for the next 24 hours.

Cigarette?

You're such a louse.

All right, Frank,
what's this all about?

You, uh-- You remember
when Peter tried to kill you

while he was sleepwalking?

How could I forget?

The next day you moved up here
and filed for divorce.

Unless I've miscalculated
somewhere,

you get your final decree
tomorrow.

Well?

It might be smart
not to go through with it.

Suppose I showed you
how you could make $100,000

by sitting tight?

Are you serious?

You know me, Doris.

I don't joke
when it comes to money.

It's much too sacred.

Where do you come in?

I'll get mine...

but the first 100,000
is yours, free and clear.

You always did know
what appealed to me, Frank.

Ah-ah.

This time,
it's strictlybusiness.

Can you stay for dinner?

I'd love to, darling.

But I've got a 4:00 appointment
with your husband back in L.A.

Oh.

I, um-- Do have time
for a little drink, however.

London, Paris, Madrid.

Of course, we could go
to New York on our honeymoon.

How does that strike you,
Lucille?

Even Burbank
sounds just marvelous.

Don't let him off
that easily, Lucille.

After making you wait 15 years,

the least Uncle Pete can do
is take you to Hawaii.

Pete.

Frank Maddox is here.

About time.
He was due at 4 p.m.

He brought someone with him.

Who?
I don't know.

Hello, everybody.

This is my attorney,
Ralph Duncan.

Miss Mays, Miss Hammar
seated on the floor.

How do you do?
Hello.

And these are my two partners,
Mr. Phillip Kendall.

How do you do?

And Mr. Peter Cole.

Don't let the last names
fool you. They're stepbrothers.

This is a great pleasure,
gentlemen.

Lucille, you look
as radiant as ever.

If I weren't
a confirmed bachelor,

I'd, uh, steal you
away from him.

You're a lucky man, Pete.

Frank, I don't want
to seem rude,

but, uh, what do we need
a lawyer for?

I never do business
without one.

Lucille, I wonder
if I might impose on you.

Of course.

I'll see you later, dear.

Edna, wouldn't you like
to keep her company?

No, she wouldn't.
She's my secretary,

and I prefer that she knows
what happens here.

All right, Ralph, uh,
why don't you take over?

All right.

Gentlemen and Miss Hammar,
I'll come right to the point.

My client, Mr. Maddox,

wants to sell his interest
in Cole Enterprises.

You want Phil and me to buy
your share of the company?

That's right.

Why?

The reasons are unimportant.

Let's just say that I want out.

All right, we'll have
the auditors figure out

exactly what your share is--

That won't be necessary,
Mr. Cole.

My client has already fixed
a price on his stock.

It's $500,000.

Why, are you serious?

According to our figures,

the whole company
isn't worth much more.

Perhaps, but there are
certain things

that are not reflected
in your figures.

As I understand it,
Mr. Cole,

you are presently involved
in litigation,

a case which comes up
for final settlement tomorrow,

in Santa Barbara.

My divorce?

It seems that
my client's interests

are tied up
with that litigation.

Let's just call it
a package deal, uh--

Say, uh, no sale, no divorce.

Uh, you can't have one
without the other.

What do you have to do
with Doris?

We're, uh, partners,
as it were.

Believe me,
I have her full support.

Then...this is blackmail.

I wish you wouldn't put it
like that, Pete.

Let's just say
that I'm driving a hard bargain.

How dare you come here
with a proposition like that!

You're not going to let them
get away with it, are you?

Please, Edna. I think Pete
and I can handle this.

Hello, Margaret.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Harris.

Hi!

How's my girl?
Hey, what's the matter?

Steve, if you were in trouble
and needed a lawyer,

who would you call?

I'm a poor boy, honey.

I mean, if money
were no object.

Well...

How long have
you known Maddox?

About four years.
Doris introduced us.

Can she really block
the divorce, Mr. Mason?

She certainly can.

All she has to do is claim
you defrauded her

in the property statement at
the time of the interlocutory.

But that's
not true!

When is your divorce final?

Tomorrow.

Doesn't give us much time.
Those your divorce papers?

And the company statements.

I want you
to call Maddox.

Ask him and his attorney, uh--

Ralph Duncan.

Duncan to meet with you
and your stepbrother

at your place, say,
between 8 and 9:00.

Stall him till I get there.

How?

Any way you can.
Dicker about the price.

Just-- Just stall him.

- Gertie?
- Yes, sir?

Tell Jackson to drop whatever
he's doing and come right in.

Well, we won't take up
any more of your time.

He'll see you later.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Della...

I know, a new file,
Cole v. Cole.

What are you working on,
Jackson?

I'm going over the transcripts
of the Canfield libel suit.

Well, that can wait.

I'd like you to run up
to Santa Barbara

and find out the exact status
of Doris Cole v. Peter Cole.

Divorce case, we're representing
the husband.

Call me at the Cole ranch house
as soon as you get something.

You'll find the number there.

And, Jackson,
we've gotta move fast.

Right.

Really, gentlemen,
I don't see

why we can't come
to some equitable arrangement.

All in all, I think my client's
price is most reasonable.

You may call a half
a million dollars reasonable.

I call it extortion.

Call it what you like, Mason.

It's not steep when you realize

that Pete's getting something
he's wanted for 15 years.

I'd say that Lucille
was worth a million.

I'll kill you, you--

Easy, Mr. Cole.

You don't want
to upset yourself, Pete.

It's bad for your nerves.

Well, this is getting us
absolutely nowhere.

Oh! Well, I'm sorry
to disturb you.

There's a phone call
for Mr. Mason.

I'll plug it in, Steve.

Come on, Ralph.
Let's go.

No, wait.
This won't take long.

Thank you.

Hello?

The interlocutory was entered
exactly one year ago.

Final comes due tomorrow.
What would you like me to do?

Well, that's, uh--

That's hard
to say at the moment.

Well, would you want me
to stay here,

so I can be in court
first thing in the morning?

Sounds like a fine idea.

Yes, I'm glad
you mentioned that.

Oh, I'll need a petition
for entry of final decree.

I'll see that you get it
tonight.

Right.

Bye.

Sorry. Now, where were we?

Still nowhere. This has been
a complete waste of time.

Tempers are bound
to get frayed

in a situation
like this, Maddox.

But that's no reason
to give up.

Why don't we all get together
tomorrow morning?

So you can stall
a little longer?

Suppose you have
your answer by 11:00?

I'm afraid it will have to be
a little earlier than that,

Mr. Mason.

I'm sure you are aware

that court opens at 10
in Santa Barbara.

All right, you'll have
your answer by 9.

You mean we drive all the way
home and back again?

Well, perhaps you could
spend the night here.

I'm sure Mr. Cole
could put you up.

Why not, Frank?

If it's all right
with Peter.

Why, of course it is.

Come along. I'll take you
to your rooms.

Good night.
Good night.

Did we have to go
that far, Mason?

Offering them
my hospitality?

Can you think of a better way
to keep an eye on them?

That was my man, Jackson,
who just phoned.

He's in Santa Barbara.

So far, your wife has made
no move to block the divorce.

She'll never let it
go through.

No, but either party can apply
for the final decree.

And Jackson will be in court
first thing in the morning.

Now, once the judge
has signed the decree,

I want you and Lucille
to get married immediately.

But they can't get married
immediately.

There's a three-day wait.

Not in Nevada.

Oh!

First thing tomorrow morning,

I want you and Miss Mays
to fly to Las Vegas

and register
at the Joshua Hotel.

What about the meeting
with Maddox?

I'll take care of that.

As your attorney,
I'm empowered to act for you.

And at the same time,

Uncle Pete will be in Las Vegas
getting married.

That's right. And thatshould
take care of Mr. Maddox.

Hey, that's great, Mr. Cole.
Oh, wonderful, Uncle Pete.

Well, I'd better run.
I have to draw up a petition.

Petition?

Yes, for the entry
of final decree,

which means, in effect,
that during the past year,

your uncle and Doris
have not lived together

as husband and wife.

I've got to get it up
to Jackson tonight.

Uh, Mr. Mason,
could I take it up to him?

Why, yes.

Do you know Doris?

Well, we've met.

You know, this may work out
very well.

I'm going to send
a private detective

up to Santa Barbara tonight
to keep tabs on her.

I'd like you to point
her out for him.

Why can't Steve take care
of the whole business?

Yeah.

Well, maybe you could.
Do you know where she lives?

Well, no, but--
It's, uh, 327 Ocean View.

All right. Plant yourself
outside the house,

get the license numbers
of all visitors.

If she leaves the place,
follow her.

Right.

I certainly
appreciate this, Steve.

Oh, I'm glad
I can help the bridegroom.

I'll call my secretary
right away.

She'll have
the petition drawn up

as soon as we get back
to the office.

Now, you follow me
in your car.

I'll walk out
to the car with you.

I don't know.

You think we can hold them off
another 12 hours?

All I need is another eight.

Oh, where are you going,
dear?

Steve promised to call
when he got to Santa Barbara.

I'll wait in the den.

Why don't you take it
right here?

I might shock you.

Good night, Phil. Thanks.

Oh.

Your, uh, Uncle Phillip
was kind enough

to let me use his bedroom.

That, uh, single bed in there
is a little small for me.

I, uh...

Uh, that is Phil's room,
isn't it?

Good night.

Hello.

I have a collect call

from a Frank Maddox
in Los Angeles.

Will you accept the charges?

Yes, put him on.

Go ahead, sir.

Hello, Doris?

You're not calling
from the ranch, are you, Frank?

No, of course, not.
I ducked out.

I'm calling from a phone booth
on the highway.

Not yet.

He called in his own attorney,
Perry Mason.

He, um, says we'll meet again
tomorrow morning.

Why? It's a simple
yes or no, isn't it?

Either he comes through,
or I stop the divorce.

Relax, angel, nobody's
pulling the wool over my eyes.

Duncan thinks it's best to, uh,
play ball for a little while.

I'll let you know
in plenty of time.

I'll call you at, uh,
9:30 in the morning.

Either way?

Either way.

So wait for the call.

I, um,

wish I could deliver
the message in person.

Night, honey.

Well...

Good morning,
Mr. Mason.

What's Homicide doing here,
lieutenant?

Well, I can assure you
it's not a social call.

And you?

I have an appointment
with a client.

Could I ask
who that might be?

Peter Cole.

Yes, I should have known.

Follow me.

This way.

Come, Miss Edna.

I don't have to tell you
not to touch anything?

You don't have to tell me.

- Go ahead.
- Take a closer look.

Phillip Kendall.

Who'd you expect?

I didn't expect
to find a murder.

Didn't you?

The murder weapon.

Right through the bedclothes.

Now, let's have
a realconference.

Shall we, counselor?

Now, look, officer.
I'm an attorney.

Surely, there
can be no objection

to Mr. Maddox making a call
from the outside.

Now, there's a pay station--

Nobody leaves this house.
He'll just have to wait.

I told her
I'd call her at 9:30.

It's, uh, quarter to 10 already.

What are they doing
in there?

It's part of a carving set.

It was kept on the sideboard
in the dining room.

When was the last time you saw
that carving set, Miss Hammar?

I can't remember exactly.

Can you remember
approximately?

No.

Take it easy on her, Tragg.
She's had a bad shock.

You representing her?

No, her uncle,
Peter Cole, is my client.

Look, Mason, I'm doing you
a favor, letting you stay here.

You want to take a walk?

How long has Phillip Kendall
had that room?

It isn't actually
Uncle Phil's room.

It's a guest room.

How come he slept there
last night?

He thought Mr. Maddox would be
more comfortable if they traded.

That little bit of hospitality
cost him his life.

You're guessing.

Well, it's pretty obvious.
Maddox was the intended victim.

Nobody knew that they'd
switched rooms.

Miss Hammar did.
She just said so.

Yeah!

Did you tell Mr. Cole
about this exchange?

No. He'd already gone to bed.

The servants say
he walks in his sleep.

Is that true?

Yes.

They tell me that during one of
his midnight excursions

a year ago, he took a knife
to Mrs. Cole.

He didn't touch her!

That wasn't his fault.

Where's your Uncle Peter now?

I'm asking you,miss.

I don't know!

What about that, Mason?

He's away on a trip.

It has nothing
to do with this.

When did he leave?

I can't answer that.

When's he coming back?

I can promise you

he'll be available late tonight
or tomorrow morning.

Won't sound very good
in court.

Flight to escape prosecution.

Did I say anything
about flight?

No, no.

But then, uh,
you're prejudiced.

You've got to defend him
for murder.

Hi, beautiful, you busy?

Very.

Well, seeing as I was passing
through your office anyway,

I thought I'd drop that off.

It's your monthly statement from
the Fallgrade Detective Agency.

I will never understand

how you're able
to consume so much food.

Particularly when
you're on the expense account.

I'm a growing boy.

How's the boss feel?

He's felt better.

The Cole case?

Yup.

Well, maybe I can go
cheer him up.

Come in.

Hi, Perry.

Hello, Paul.

How's it going?

Oh, nothing seems to be
working right for me today.

Well, I think I got an angle
on this Cole case for you.

Mm.

I've been checking
on Frank Maddox.

Thank you.

Eight years ago, he was
in a mess up in San Francisco.

It was an out and out swindle.
The jury gave him five to ten.

What'd you find?

Well, his lawyer found
a loophole,

and he didn't serve a day.

And guess
who that lawyer was.

Ralph Duncan?

Uh-huh.

Doesn't mean a thing.

Well, I tried.

You know,
you could say that Cole

didn't know what he was doing.

After all,
if he was sleepwalking,

he hardly did it with malice
or forethought.

Thanks.

Of course, that running away
isn't going to help any.

He wasn't running away,
he was acting under my orders.

It's gonna be a little tough
to sell a jury.

Jackson calling from
Santa Barbara on line two.

Any word from Las Vegas?

I just talked to the hotel.
Mr. Cole hasn't arrived yet.

I can't understand it.
It's only an hour's flight.

Yes, Jackson?

The decree
is signed and entered.

Mr. Cole's a free man.

That's a matter of opinion.

Phillip Kendall,
Cole's stepbrother,

was murdered last night.

The police are looking
for Cole right now.

What?

Well, something happened
here last night

that may have a bearing
on this.

Mr. Harris is with me.
Put him on.

Just a second.

Mr. Mason?

Hello, Steve.

Is, uh, something wrong?

Oh, we'll talk about it later.

Did anything unusual happen

while you were watching
Doris Cole's house?

Uh, I don't know
if this means anything,

but, uh, she had a phone call
around 3:00 in the morning.

She talked to a party
named Duncan.

Duncan! Are you sure?

Well, that's what
I heard her call him.

Save it and hold on.

Paul, I want you to check
on a long-distance call

made to Doris Cole
by Mr. Ralph Duncan

at around 3 this morning.

Three? Why, that's the time
Phillip Kendall was murdered.

I'll get right on it.

Hello, Steve?

Yes, sir?

I want you and Jackson to get
back here as quick as possible.

R-right, we'll leave right now.

Bye.

And then I heard
Doris' phone ring.

I was surprised
because it was so late.

I was sure
she was asleep.

Were you sure
of the time, Steve?

Absolutely.

I'd been watching her house
since midnight,

and the call came in
a couple of minutes after 3.

You said you wrote
that conversation down.

Hope I can still read it.
It was awfully dark.

Let's hear it.

Well, she said...

"Hello? Yes.
This is Doris Cole.

"Who? Mr. Duncan.

"Oh, yes, Frank's attorney.
Why are you...

"calling at this time of night?

"I thought
that was all arranged.

"I'm supposed to wait
for Frank's call tomorrow.

Yes. Goodbye."

You think
it means anything?

No.

Paul, did you get anything
on that call yet?

No, not yet, but I got a man
working on it.

These things take time,
you know.

Time is the one thing
we haven't got.

What the devil could have
happened to Cole?

Well, uh, he could have
taken a later plane.

I hope so.

Can you arrange
to have someone meet him

at the Las Vegas airport?

Sure.

Have him held there
until I arrive.

He'll be with a woman.
Her name is Lucille Mays.

Okay, Perry.

Della, call the airport for me.

Charter a plane, will you?

Right.

You think Cole will tell you
the truth if you find him?

Have you ever asked
a sleepwalker

to tell you the truth?

That's all I know,
Mr. Cole.

You're supposed to wait here
for Mr. Mason.

I don't understand.

Mason said he'd call me
at the hotel.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cole.
I wish I knew the answer.

Well, maybe it's just
some technicality, Peter.

You know, some papers
you have to sign

before we can get married
or something like that.

Look, why don't I go on
to the hotel

and wait for you there?

And I'll take the bags.
Now, don't worry.

All right, dear.

Hello, Cole.

You're a hard man
to keep up with.

Anything wrong?

What time
did you get here?

About, uh,
40 minutes ago.

I expected you to be here
at 9:00 this morning.

Well, Lucille wanted
to do a little shopping,

so we took a later...

What's wrong, Mason?
Did Doris block the divorce?

No, you're in the clear there.
Sit down.

When was the last time
you saw Phillip?

My stepbrother?
Last night. Why?

He's dead.

Murdered.

The police think
you did it.

He was killed while he slept,
a carving knife.

They found the knife
under your pillow.

Under...

my pillow.

Did you know that Phillip

didn't sleep in his own room
last night?

No.

The district attorney
will probably claim

that you killed him,
thinking he was Maddox.

I'm going to ask you
a question.

The answer you give me

may be the most important answer
of your life.

Did you kill Phillip?

I honestly don't know.

That's the terrible,
frightening part.

All my life, whenever
I've been nervous and upset,

I've walked in my sleep.

When you wake,

do you have any recollection
of what has happened?

No.

Mr. Mason,
the police are here.

Will you see that Lucille
gets back to Los Angeles?

Yes, I will.

Well, I should have known
you'd be here.

You Peter Cole?

Yes.

You're under arrest.

Suspicion of homicide.
Just keeping it legal.

My badge doesn't work
in this state.

Oh, go through the motions,
by all means.

Oh, by all means.

Lieutenant, I think
you're going to find

there's a very delicate point
in this case.

I take it you mean
the sleepwalking.

Well, I've got
a little tip for you.

Ten minutes after you left
Mr. Cole's house this morning,

our friend, Maddox,
had something to say.

Really?
He's ready to swear

that last night
he saw your client

walk across the patio
toward Phillip Kendall's room.

And he was wide awake.

Take care of yourself.

Well...

I thought you'd be gone.

Did you really?

Oh, not really.

How was the trip
to Las Vegas?

Rough, any way
you look at it.

Boy, that feels good.

Paul get a line
on that long-distance call

from Duncan to Doris Cole?

Mm-mm. Did hear from
the little lady herself, though.

Doris?
Mm-hm.

She's in town.
Wants to talk to you.

I told her I didn't think
you'd be back until after 10.

Where's she staying?

Farnsworth Hotel.

Can't it wait till tomorrow?
You need some sleep.

Mr. Cole won't get
much sleep tonight.

See you in the morning.

What you don't seem
to realize, Mr. Mason...

is that I've suffered a great
deal on account of this divorce.

Thank you.

I still love Peter,
you know.

Suppose I have
the divorce set aside.

You can't.
It's too late for that.

Then maybe I could
be helpful in other ways.

Maybe you could.

How well do you know
Frank Maddox?

I've seen him
a couple of times.

After all, he and Peter
were partners.

What about his attorney,
Ralph Duncan?

Uh-uh.
Did Duncan ever call you?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Just a hunch.

Obviously, I was wrong.

You're not leaving,
are you?

Any reason
I shouldn't?

I think so.

The district attorney wants
to put me on the witness stand

at Peter's trial.

Really?

He wants me to testify

that Peter tried to kill me
with a carving knife.

That's a matter
of record.

Besides, I don't think
it's relevant to this case.

Not relevant?

Why, all I have to do is...

Well, take my word
for it, Mr. Mason.

It won't help Peter
if I get on the stand.

Mrs. Cole,
I hope you do.

All I want with you
is 15 minutes in open court.

I think when I bring up
that telephone call

you received at approximately
3:00 this morning--

The call from Ralph Duncan.

--it might prove
rather embarrassing.

you the right
to tap my phone?

Apparently, my information
was accurate.

We'll see what the district
attorney has to say about this.

I happen to know

that wiretapping
is a criminal offense.

And so is perjury.

Now, do you still deny
there was no more

than a casual acquaintance
with Frank Maddox?

Or that you were conspiring
with him and his attorney

to ruin your husband?

How high will Peter go
for a settlement?

I'll get you $25,000.

Fifty.
Twenty-five.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

All right.

Now, what about
that phone call?

The one from Maddox
or the one from Duncan?

There were two?

Yes, Maddox called first.
It was about 11:00.

And then Duncan
called you at 3?

Yes.

Are you sure
about the time?

Aren't you?

After all,
you had someone listen.

I just wanted
my information confirmed.

What did you and Duncan
talk about?

Oh, nothing much.

I told him I was waiting
to hear from Maddox again.

And did you?

Yes, the next morning.

He said to sit tight,
that Peter was in trouble,

and all we'd have to do
was wait.

For Peter to be convicted
of murder.

And, with your help,
of course.

Now, do you have
everything you want?

Why, yes...

and so do you.

I'd hate to tell you
what I think of you, Mr. Mason.

But if ever I'm in trouble,
you're going to be my lawyer.

Good night.

Yeah?

Oh, well, well.

It's good to see you,
Mr. Harris.

I'm glad you could make it.

Here, make yourself comfortable.

If you don't mind,
I'll stand.

Well, you make it sound
like the Spanish Inquisition.

Come on, go on, here.
Sit down. Sit down.

And, uh, have a cigarette.

No, thanks.

Oh, well--
Oh, say.

How do you feel about
the Luca/Brenner fight?

You-- You think, uh,
Brenner will take him?

How did you know
I was a fight fan.

Oh.

You'd be surprised what we know.

You're engaged
to Peter Cole's niece.

Well, that's no secret.

You're, uh, real fond
of that girl, aren't you?

I ask because
she's going to need help.

What are you talking about?

Her fingerprints were found
on the murder weapon.

Are you kidding?

That doesn't mean a thing
and you know it.

She could've handled
that knife days before.

Oh, sure, sure.

But suppose I told you that
someone saw her taking the knife

out of the sideboard
at 11:30 on the night

that Phillip Kendall
was murdered.

Why, it's a lie,
and I can prove it.

Yeah?

I went to Santa Barbara
that night.

The knife was gone
before I left.

Oh.

What time was that?

Around 10.

Well, uh, then you left
before Peter Cole went to bed.

What's that got to--?

Well, if the knife was gone
before Mr. Cole went to bed,

wouldn't that indicate that
the murder was premeditated?

Obviously he wasn't
walking in his sleep.

You're putting words
in my mouth.

I never said that.
Is that all, lieutenant?

Yes, yes. That's--
That's all, Mr. Harris.

And, uh, thank you
for dropping by.

You-- You've been a great help.

Get me Mr. Burger.

To prove, ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

that on the morning of the 14th,

the defendant entered
Phillip Kendall's bedroom

and stabbed him to death.

In the mistaken impression that
he was killing Frank B. Maddox.

We will show that bad blood
existed between Maddox

and the defendant.

And that this murder
was not only deliberate,

but premeditated.

Well, it was like this.

I'm a light sleeper anyway.

When I heard the noise
on the patio,

naturally, I went to the window
to take a look.

And what, if anything,
did you see?

I saw Peter Cole

walking across the patio
towards Phillip's room.

He had a knife
in his hand.

Mr. Maddox, in your opinion,

was Mr. Cole walking
in his sleep, or was he awake?

He was awake.

Objection.

The witness is not qualified
to answer that question.

Sustained.

Do you know what time
it was when this occurred?

Yes, I made a point
of looking at my watch.

It was exactly
five after 3.

Thank you.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Maddox,
you look like a man

who could give a pretty good
account of himself physically.

Thank you.

Would you say that you had
the normal amount of courage?

As much as the next man.

Yet, when you saw this figure
with the knife,

what did you do?

What did I do?

That was my question.

I did nothing.

You just went back to bed?

Yes.

Are we to understand
that sleepwalkers with knives

are an everyday occurrence
to you?

I didn't think
he was sleepwalking.

Then we're to assume
that murderers

are nothing unusual
in your life?

You're distorting what I said.

No, I'm merely repeating
that on the night in question,

you saw Peter Cole
walking across the patio

with a knife in his hand,
and you did nothing about it.

You just went back to bed.

Did you do one thing,
Mr. Maddox.

One thing at all
to alarm the household?

No.

You simply stayed
in your room.

Yes.

You did not leave
that room all night?

No.

Yes, I, uh--
I went for a little walk.

What time was this?

Around 11:00.

That was approximately
four hours

before you saw
the figure on the patio.
Yes.

During this walk,
did you also make a phone call?

Yes.

With no less than three
telephones in Mr. Cole's house,

you had to leave
to make a phone call?

Yes.

Whom did you call?

Mrs. Cole.

The divorced wife
of the man whose guest you were?

Yes.

No further questions.

And where was your room

in relation to the others,
Mr. Duncan?

Next to the other guest room.

Just across the hall from
Mr. Kendall's and Miss Hammar's.

Thank you.

Cross-examine.

Mr. Duncan,
you are a member of the bar,

is that correct?

I am.

You are familiar
with the canons of ethics

of the bar association?

Certainly.

You know the purpose
of the code.

As attorneys, we are deservedly
jealous of our reputations.

We feel we serve
the cause of justice.

Do you agree that any attorney
who subverts the law

for his own financial gain
should be disbarred?

Of course.

Would you say that a lawyer
who connived to blackmail

an innocent third party
was ethical?

Apparently, the witness expects
me to interpose an objection.

If it pleases the court,
the state does not object

to Mr. Duncan's answering
this question or any like it,

bearing on the conduct
of attorneys.

Witness will answer
the question.

I believe you asked
if I thought

a lawyer who connived
to blackmail was ethical.

The answer is:
of course, not.

Yet, didn't you and Mr. Maddox
attempt to blackmail Mr. Cole?

That's ridiculous.

You advised Maddox to ask Cole
for half a million dollars.

Otherwise, Mr. Cole
could not get his divorce.

I did nothing
of the kind.

Mr. Maddox asked
a half a million dollars

for his interest
in Cole enterprises.

When his share
wasn't worth $200,000?

That's your opinion,
I'm entitled to mine.

I felt it was
worth much more.

Because you tied it up
with Mr. Cole's divorce.

If Mrs. Cole tried
to block the divorce,

that was her own affair.

Do you maintain there was
no connection between the two?

Do you have any evidence
to prove there was?

I had absolutely no personal
contact with Mrs. Cole.

You never spoke
with Mrs. Cole?

Never.

Mr. Duncan,
in direct examination,

you testified you spent
the evening of the 13th

and the morning of the 14th
at Peter Cole's home.

I did.

You were there continuously?

Yes.

You did not go
to the western bus depot

at approximately 3:00
on the morning of the 14th

and place a long-distance call

to Mrs. Doris Cole
in Santa Barbara?

I most certainly did not.
I was asleep at the time.

You are aware
of the penalty for perjury?

Of course.

Your Honor, please, I would like
to reserve the right

to recall this witness
for further cross-examination.

Any objections, Mr. Burger?

None, Your Honor.

That's all.

The witness may step down.

He's lying, Mason.

You're not going to let him
get away with that.

I call Steven Harris
to the stand, please.

I think Mr. Burger
will open the door for us.

Raise your right hand.

How?

Through Steve.

- Nothing but the truth?
- I do.

State your name.

Steven Harris.

Be seated, please.

If it please the court,
this is an adverse witness,

but he has certain information

which is necessary
to the state's case.

Proceed, Mr. Burger.

Mr. Harris, do you know
that the law gives me

certain privileges
with an adverse witness?

No, sir.

Under the law, I'm entitled
to ask you leading questions

because you would rather
not testify for the state.

You wouldrather not testify,
is that true?

I suppose so.

Do you mind my asking why?

Is it because you're friendly
with Edna Hammar,

the niece of the defendant?

Yes.

As a matter of fact,
you're more than friendly,

you're engaged to be married.
Yes, sir.

Now, Mr. Harris,

on the evening of the 13th,

you were in the home
of the defendant, Peter Cole.

Is that true?

Yes.

During the evening,

did you happen to pass
a sideboard

located in the dining room
of that home?

Yes.

And did you see a carving set
on that sideboard?

Yes.

Only the knife
from that carving set

was missing at the time.

I-I don't remember.

You remembered
in Lieutenant Tragg's office.

Was that knife there?

No.

You realize the importance
of that question,

don't you, Mr. Harris?

If the defendant took the knife
before he went to sleep,

obviously, the claim that he was
sleepwalking is sheer nonsense.

I object, Your Honor.

Question is argumentative,

and assuming a fact
not in evidence.

Sustained.

The jury will ignore the
district attorney's last remark.

I'm sorry,
Your Honor.

Now, Mr. Harris, at what time
did you first notice

the knife was missing?

Oh, I don't know exactly.

Well, let's see if we can
help you fix the time, um, uh--

Did you sleep at the Cole home
that evening?

No.

When did you leave
for your own home?

I didn't go directly
to my own home.

Where did you go, Mr. Harris?

Up to Santa Barbara,
where Mrs. Cole lives.

And at what time did you
arrive at her place?

I asked you a question,
Mr. Harris.

What time did you get there?

About 12:00.

So you obviously must have left
the Cole ranch at Los Angeles

considerably before 12.

Say, about 10.

Yes.

And was Mr. Cole in bed
at thattime?

No, he was still up.

Thank you.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

Now, Mr. Harris,

since the prosecution
is asking for your conclusion,

and since it has made
a great deal

out of finding the murder weapon
under Mr. Cole's pillow,

is it possible that someone else
could have put it there

after Mr. Cole left his room
the following morning?

Why, sure.
Sure, anyone could.

Now, you have testified that
you went up to Mrs. Cole's home

in Santa Barbara.

What were you doing there?

I object to that, Your Honor.

That question
is entirely immaterial.

If Your Honor please, Mr. Burger
elicited this information

on direct examination.

He opened the door
when he questioned the witness

about going to Mrs. Cole's
home in Santa Barbara.

I have every right to know
what Mr. Harris was doing there.

Objection overruled.

You may continue, Mr. Mason.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, Mr. Harris, what were
you doing at Mrs. Cole's home?

I was watching her.

You were acting
under my instructions?

Yes, sir.

And while you were there,

did you overhear
a telephone conversation?

I did.

Who was the conversation
between?

Mrs. Cole and a man
named Duncan.

You mean the gentleman
who just testified?

I object, Your Honor.

That calls for the rankest
form of hearsay.

He can testify that Mrs. Cole
was on the telephone,

but there's no possible way

he could know as a fact
who she was talking to.

Your objection's
properly taken, Mr. Burger.

Sustained.

Thank you, sir.

Then let me put it this way,
Mr. Harris.

You did overhear
a telephone conversation?

I did.

Thank you.

Now, where were you standing

when that telephone
conversation took place?

Uh, outside the house,

right beneath
Mrs. Cole's bedroom.

Your Honor, I should like
to have this photograph

marked for identification.

Thank you.

Mr. Harris, will you examine
this photograph, please?

Will you show me just where
you were standing

when you overheard
that conversation?

Near the shrubbery right
beneath Mrs. Cole's bedroom.

Are you sure?

Is it possible
you were standing

on the other side
of the house?

Well--

Now, this is an important point,
as you may understand.

Your Honor,

Mr. Mason is coaching
the witness.

No, I--
I got a little mixed up.

Mrs. Cole's bedroom is
on the other side of the house.

It's simply that you weren't
oriented properly,

but now, you do recognize
the house?

Oh, sure.

And that is where you overheard
the telephone conversation?

Yes, sir.
I even wrote it down.

Word for word?

Yes, sir.

Of course,
there is one other way

that you could have recorded
that conversation.

I mean, if you had made
the telephone call yourself.

Well, sure,
but what would be the point?

Well, that would have given you
an alibi

for the time of the murder.

That way, you could pretend
to be in Santa Barbara,

overhearing the conversation,

when actually you'd be
in Los Angeles, telephoning.

Isn't that right, Mr. Harris?

Well, I-- I suppose so,
but I wasin Santa Barbara.

Just long enough to meet
my associate, Mr. Jackson.

After you killed
Phillip Kendall,

you then raced back
to Santa Barbara

to meet Jackson
the following morning.

Boy, you're crazy.

I-I liked Phil.
Why would I kill him?

Because with Kendall dead,

and my client going
to the gas chamber

for his murder,

your fiancée, Miss Hammar,
would inherit

all of the Cole enterprises.

But she would have anyway.

But you couldn't wait.

You were tired
of being poor.

You were tired of playing
the nice, clean-cut boy.

And once you and Edna
were married,

you'd wind up
with the money in your hands.

Well, no, I tell--
I tell you, you're wrong.

How would I know that Maddox
and Kendall had changed rooms?

I left the house long
before they went to bed.

But you subsequently called
Miss Hammar from Santa Barbara.

Didn't she tell you?

She never realized
what you had in mind.

Mr. Mason, I-I tell you,
I was in Santa Barbara.

I was standing right there when
I heard that phone conversation.

How is that possible, Steve?

When that isn't a photograph
of Mrs. Cole's home at all.

Flight 211, the islander,
for Honolulu,

departing from the west
concourse, gate 2-6-6.

I can't thank you enough, Mason.
It's beautiful.

Just have a wonderful time.
You two deserve it.

I wish we could have talked Edna
into making the trip with us.

It's better this way,
Lucille.

She needs to be alone
for a while.

She's had quite a shock,
you know.

We'll keep an eye on her.

There.
Isn't she lovely?

Lovely.
Thank you.

One more question, Mason.

What made you decide
Steve was the murderer?

Duncan was the key.

That thief.

But you can't deny
Duncan's smart.

Almost everything
I cross-examined him on,

he was able to answer
as a matter of opinion.

But when I asked him
if he'd called Doris that night,

he couldn't work around that.

He had to give
a "yes" or "no" answer.

Once he stated under oath
that he had not phoned Doris,

then I had to consider
that Steve was the liar.

That photograph clinched it.

So when Steve said the knife
was out of the sideboard

when he went
to Santa Barbara--?

He was telling the truth.

He just moved it there

because it was an easier place
to get at 3:00 in the morning.

Final call, flight 211...

That's you.

Good luck to both of you.

Oh, thank you.

Bye-bye.

All aboard, please.

Nice people.

Mm-hm. They deserve
a wonderful honeymoon.

I hope he doesn't walk
in his sleep.