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Thank you, doctor.
Names, please?

- Horace Lehigh.
- Dr. Nina Revelli.

Dr. Maseo Tachikawa.

Thank you. Will each of you step
in front of the fluoroscope, please?

Keep checking, please.

Everyone checked off but,
uh, Lowell Rupert, Dr. Scranton.

He'll be along.

Oh, excuse me.

May I examine your
earrings, Dr. Revelli?

Do you expect to
find a transmitter?

A tape recorder?

I don't expect to
find anything, doctor.

- Ah, thank you very much.
- Thank you.

I still don't approve of
bringing in all this paraphernalia.

Security of the plant is
supposed to be my responsibility.

No reflection on
you at all, Lowell.

It's just that this meeting was
so vital we wanted to bring in

the additional help of
an independent agency.

Our missing member,
Lowell Rupert.

This is Mr. Drake of the
Drake Detective Agency.

- How do you do?
- I've heard of you.

Uh, excuse me.

Doctor, may I see your
cigarette lighter, please?

Thank you, Dr. Tachikawa.

All right, everybody in the car.

Mr. Drake, are you certain
the room will be secure?

Dr. Scranton, I've
reserved three rooms.

My men just checked
them to be sure

there are no listening
devices in any of them.

Now, I won't make up my mind

which of the rooms we'll
use till we're on our way.

You can be perfectly sure
the room will be secure.

All right.

You all know the
importance of the work

in which we've been
involved for the past year.

We've put more than a
million dollars into research

on your various
segments in this project.

Now, this meeting represents
the culmination of our efforts.

For the first time,

we're going to pool the data
you individually prepared.

So if you've been
inconvenienced, I'm sorry.

But I'm sure you understand
we cannot risk a security leak.

If details of what
we're about to discuss

should ever get
out of this room,

it could cost the
company millions.

That is our process.

Every detail. Our ideas.

Our research breakthroughs,
our production techniques.

They have stolen them all.

You're certain of that?

Mr. Mason, organized
industrial espionage

is big business today.

Now, as director of
Personnel and Security,

I'm positive we have been taken.

From the very start of this project,
we have taken every precaution.

All of our people
worked separately.

None of them knew how their
individual assignments dovetailed

into the total
desalinization process.

Until that day in
the motel room.

And that's why I asked you to
recommend the best security agency,

so that that meeting
could be absolutely secure.

Without consulting
me, I might add.

We accepted your
recommendations.

We contracted with the
Drake Detective Agency.

And our process was stolen
right from under his nose.

But was it stolen?

You can take my word for that.

And now, Mr. Mason, I want
you to file suit immediately

against Coleridge
Associates for $20 million.

And in the meantime,
have them enjoined.

I can't do that, Dr. Scranton.

Mr. Mason, I can't believe
that you're afraid of exposing

the inefficiency of
the Drake Agency.

Not at all. Paul Drake
is more than capable.

I'm satisfied that if he said
that that room was secure,

it was secure.

But you have no proof,
and without it, no case.

What about that?

There are too many precedents,

too many incidents where researchers
working independently arrived

at the same goal
almost simultaneously.

In this case, that's impossible.

You may be right,

but to go into court,
we'd have to establish

how the intelligence
was taken from that room.

Then we'd have to prove

it was made accessible
to your competitor.

Dr. Scranton, given
time, I can prove just that.

Mr. Mason, don't you feel a
certain obligation to us at all?

After all, if we hadn't taken
your recommendations...

All right, Dr. Scranton.

I'll at least determine whether
or not you have a case.

And I assume you'll use
the Drake organization?

Perry, don't worry
about my feelings.

If that information was
stolen because I slipped up,

I wanna know how so
it can't happen again.

Paul, wouldn't it be
almost impossible

to be absolutely sure
a room was clean?

Perry, I fluoroscoped
everyone present.

I'm the only one who knew
where we were going to be.

The room couldn't
been bugged in advance.

If Dr. Scranton is right,
and his process was stolen,

that would leave
only one possibility.

The people in the room.

Unfortunately, you can't
fluoroscope their minds.

Well, my job was to assure
physical security on that one day,

not to investigate
the participants.

Who were the participants?

After you called this
morning, I had a list drawn up,

along with some extracts
from their personnel records.

Well, I suppose
you noticed this?

Yeah, I did. Dr. Todd Meade,

formerly employed by
Coleridge Associates,

the outfit Dr. Scranton
claims stole his new process.

And more than that,

while he was working
at the Coleridge plant,

Dr. Meade apparently
had a thing going

with Rhonda Coleridge herself.

The lady tycoon who
owns the company?

If secrecy was so vital,

why would Tryon Industries
employ such an obvious security risk?

- Hello, Todd.
- Nina.

Such a tragedy. I'm so sorry.

Yup. All our work.

Months of it.

A year.

No, not ours, yours.

Without your work, our efforts
would have gone to nothing.

Your studies were
just as important.

No. Any researcher who knows
what he's doing could do what I did.

- You...
- Nina, it doesn't matter now anyhow.

Coleridge has it,
the whole thing.

And we're holding the bag.

Todd, let us have
lunch together.

Uh...

No, I'm sorry, uh,
Nina. I have to go out.

Then may I have a rain check?

- Sure.
- Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

Ciao.

Oh, Dr. Meade, just
a moment, please.

Dr. Meade, this is Perry Mason.

He's representing the
company in a possible suit

involving the theft
of the Tryon process.

And you saw on my record that
I'd been employed by Coleridge,

which automatically
makes me guilty.

Not at all.

No, in a case such
as this, the first step

is to try to eliminate
the probable.

Then we start to work to find
a solution in the improbable.

And in this instance, I'm
obviously the probable.

Wouldn't you say so?

Uh, I appreciate being
given the benefit of the doubt,

and I promise I'll
talk to you later.

But right now,
there's something I...

Something very pressing.

You'll have to excuse me.

I don't care why you called
me, whatever the reason.

It was such a pleasant
surprise after all this time.

I told you on the phone
the spot you've put me in.

Look, I don't know how
you managed to get hold

of the Tryon process,

but they think they
have the answer.

Well, they haven't actually
accused you, have they?

They don't have to.

Thank you.

Rhonda, how did
you get our process?

What do you want? A teary-eyed
confession that would give Scranton

the evidence he'd like to have
to win a $20 million lawsuit?

Then you did steal it?

Steal is a nasty word, Todd.

I stole nothing.

I don't think Scranton would
like to use that word either

in certain of his transactions.

We're not talking about
Scranton. We're talking about you.

Oh, Todd, do us
both a favor, quit.

Come back to me,

as director of research.

That's why I insisted that
you come and meet me,

to tell you that the
company wants you back.

They need you.

I need you.

Rhonda, it took me too
long to get off your payroll.

Being with you away from
the office, that was one thing.

But the rest of the
time, I couldn't take it.

But you only work eight hours.

That leaves 16
when I'm tolerable.

It's impossible.

If I were to go back with you,
they'd be sure I stole the process.

What kind of a man
are you anyway, Todd?

Living in a private
world of your own

where all the characters are
good and kind and honest?

Well, I'm not.

I'm living in a world
where just to get by

you have to be rougher
and tougher and smarter.

Okay, Rhonda.

Okay.

You're tougher and
rougher than I am.

Goodbye.

So you see, Mr. Mason,

there's a certain
amount of musical chairs

being played among
companies in our industry,

especially where really
key people are concerned.

And because of the
way scientific specialties

- come into demand from year to year.
- That's right.

And because there are so
few good people available,

the competition to hire
them gets pretty stiff.

We've just met one of
your scientists, Dr., um...

Dr. Todd Meade.

Yes, I talked him
into coming with us.

It, uh, was quite a coup
getting a man like that

away from Coleridge, believe me.

And there's no conflict of
interest or mixed loyalties?

If you knew Meade, you'd
know how impossible that is.

He, uh, has almost
a fetish for integrity.

That's true. You
know, I can't recall Todd

ever dropping a single word
about his work at Coleridge.

And I'm sure it works both ways.

He wouldn't say a word to anyone
over there about our work here.

Do not tell me it was
not you. I know it was.

Dr. Revelli, what's wrong?

Here is what is wrong. - May I?

I find it behind the screen in
the ceiling of my laboratory.

I've seen these before.

Miniature self-contained
TV camera and transmitter.

Japanese manufacture.

He was in my
laboratory yesterday.

He could not say what
he was doing there.

Now I know why. He is
looking over my shoulder.

I was just in your lab
to borrow a few slides.

You don't have to make a
federal case out of that, Nina.

To you it is not Nina.

It is Dr. Revelli.

Dr. Scranton, I will
not tolerate such things.

I will go back to
my home, to Milan,

where I can work in peace.

You're not suggesting that
I knew anything about this,

or that I would
authorize such a thing?

I will not be spied on.

If anyone attempts
it again, ever,

he will have much regret.

Milan.

Paul, you know where one
of the two biggest markets

in industrial secrets operates?

Mm-hm, Italy.

- And the other one is...
- Japan.

Thank you very much.

Please come again.

Oh, Dr. Tachikawa.

Have you any word from them?

- On the property?
- Yes.

It is available for 75,000.

Offer 70.

Is, uh, everything arranged?

Everything.

So we meet again
after all, Dr. Tachikawa.

I'm glad.

This does not mean I
accept the proposition.

Only that I will listen.

But you did come to this country
specifically to work on the process.

And now that my company owns it,

what's the point of you
staying where you are?

It is true.

The process must be of
immense, uh, benefit to my country.

And to the man who might
get the rights to market it there.

Something more, honorable sir?

No, nothing, thank you.

You must realize,
Miss Coleridge,

my position is a delicate one.

Well, Passion Flower, what's
with our friend, Tachikawa?

Every night, he flies
with a different bird.

Well, I hate to give up
pleasure for business,

but I guess I gotta
go check tonight's bird.

You're full of surprises, Paul.

This case is taking on more
cloak-and-dagger aspects

than a palace revolution.

Have you shown
this to Dr. Scranton?

No, you're the first to see it.

And you might ask
Dr. Scranton to explain this.

Horace Lehigh's
employment record.

What about these references?

Most of the companies had no
record of his having been employed.

A couple said he'd been with
them a month or so and then left.

A man as cautious as Rupert,

you'd think he would have investigated
these references before hiring Lehigh.

My dad always said that Mal
Scranton was the world's worst scientist,

but best promoter.

You must be getting
old or you'd grab my deal.

You're offering me a
deal for my own process.

Let's not argue about
whose process it is.

We'll divide the market,
pool our resources.

There'll be plenty
for both of us.

Why are you suddenly
being so generous with me?

It couldn't be that you've been
unable to steal all the data you need

and failing in your effort to recruit
members of my research staff.

Malcolm, I've known you since
you used to fight with my dad,

before there was
a Tryon Industries.

So don't make the mistake of
playing the wronged innocent with me.

- Now you listen to me, Rhonda...
- I came here to work out

an arrangement with you.

But if you don't agree, if
you're intent upon legal action,

you'd better be very
sure of your ground.

Or I'll slap you with a
countersuit that will ruin you.

Yes?

It's Lehigh, Dr. Scranton.
I've found our thief.

You have? Excellent. Uh,
are you coming up here?

I think we should
talk here first.

There are a few things
that you should see

before I turn this report
over to the board of directors.

All right, now, you stay there.

I have a phone call to
make. I'll be right down.

Get me Perry Mason's office.

Oh.

You're through, Rhonda.

Before this night's
over, my attorney and I

will have you and your
company on the wrong end

of $20-million lawsuit.

I'll notify security
you're on your way out.

- I...
- Goodbye, Miss Coleridge.

Mr. Mason?

Yes, Dr. Scranton?

You mean the case is solved?

So instead of my
going over to your office,

why don't you get over
here as quickly as possible?

I'll meet you down at the
lab. I'll leave word at the gate.

Very well, we'll be right there.

Fine. Fine.

We're to meet Dr. Scranton
in Todd Meade's laboratory.

He says someone there will tell
us who stole the Tryon process.

Who is someone?

Well, he wouldn't
say over the phone.

These days, Dr. Scranton
is very security conscious.

Mr. Drake and Mr. Mason
to see Mr. Scranton.

The lab's down
this way, Mr. Mason.

- Guard. Guard. Call the police.
- What is it, Mr. Mason?

The police know about your
relationship with Rhonda Coleridge.

They know you were with
her the day before the murder,

they know about
the stolen process,

they know Lehigh called
Dr. Scranton from your lab

and promised to
reveal the thief.

They know your prints
are on the heavy pipe

used as the murder
weapon. They also know...

You know, you sound just
like that Lieutenant Drumm.

You want a confession too?

I sweated out three hours
in his office last night.

Heh, he spent 15 minutes
advising me of my rights

and two hours and 45
minutes ignoring them.

I don't believe that.

Steve is tough, but he's fair.

And he's no fool.

He gave you a
chance to call a lawyer.

When I went in there, I
didn't think I needed one.

And when I came out, I was...

I was charged with murder.

Mr. Mason, I...

I called you because...

Well, to be frank,

because you're the only
attorney I could think of by name.

I don't even know
if I can afford you.

If I take your case,

it will be because I
believe you're innocent.

With the position I'm in,

expecting anyone to come
up with an adequate defense

strikes me as an
exercise in futility.

Perhaps it is, doctor,

if you did murder Horace Lehigh.

Did you?

No. No, I did not.

I left the library,

I placed a phone call to
my folks, got no answer,

went to my lab, and I
found him there dead.

That's it.

Then that's our starting point,

toward finding a defense.

Now, let's put that keen
scientific brain to work

on your own personal equation.

What equation?

Well, we know the positive
elements on the prosecution side.

Now we have to solve the equation
for the unknown elements on yours.

For example?

Unknown number one:

Who, in your experience, had
reason to want Lehigh dead?

Mr. Mason, I don't know.

Actually, I hardly knew the man.

Then going on to
unknown number two:

Lehigh was hit on the
head then either fell

or was pushed into the tank
of water in your laboratory.

Now, why your laboratory?

What was he doing there?

Why should he call
Dr. Scranton from your laboratory

and tell him he'd
found the thief?

I've been going over and
over the same question.

There's nothing in my lab,

just my equipment,
working files and references.

No secrets.

And no answers.

There must be
another element here.

Something missing.

Something we've overlooked.

Something we've
failed to notice.

Good morning.

May I see Lieutenant...?

Remember me,
Mr. Mason? Dr. Revelli?

Why, yes. The dining
room at the plant.

It is terrible. It is absolutely
terrible what they're doing to him.

Todd is no assassin.
The police, they...

Hello, Perry.

Good morning, Steve.

Just a few questions, Perry,

for the record, about
the discovery of the body.

Well, up until that point
I can help you, Steve,

but as of this morning, I
became Todd Meade's attorney.

- Everything he told me is...
- Confidential.

Mm-hm.

Did your client tell you what
Lehigh was doing for the company?

No.

Well, it might be a good
idea if you'd ask him.

It's getting so that
I'm afraid to speak

or make a move anywhere.

My home, my office.

I even worry about
talking in my sleep.

I swear, it's becoming a phobia.

Dr. Scranton, would you tell me

what Horace Lehigh was
doing for your company?

Oh, well, I haven't revealed
this to anyone except the police.

Horace Lehigh was
not a regular employee.

As a matter of fact, that
wasn't even his real name.

He was an industrial
intelligence agent

hired by the board of directors
at the beginning of this project.

A sort of, uh, counterspy.

Well, that's a dramatic
way of putting it.

But I suppose that's
what you could call him.

That would give us
our motive, wouldn't it?

If Lehigh had solved the case,

found out who stole your new
process, and the thief knew that,

then the only way to
silence Lehigh was to kill him.

When Lehigh called me
the night of the murder,

just before I spoke to you,

he sounded urgent, excited.

That was because he had
discovered who the thief was.

But he was afraid to reveal
the name over the telephone.

Did anyone else know
of that phone call?

Rhonda Coleridge.

Any number of people
could have learned of that call.

Remember, privacy is one
thing we can't take for granted.

Perry, I don't mind
retracing my steps,

conducting a
search all over again,

but it would help to have some
idea what you're searching for.

All right, officer, you can log
them in. Mr. Mason, Mr. Drake.

Thanks, Steve,
we'll be seeing you.

Perry, may I have
an answer from you?

That's what we're searching
for, Steve, an answer.

Steve, I wanna know why
Lehigh asked Dr. Scranton

to meet him here in
Todd Meade's laboratory.

Why not a dozen more
convenient places?

- Dr. Scranton's office, for instance?
- Oh, well, there's one obvious answer.

Your client stole the process.

Lehigh found proof
of it here in the lab,

and that's why Meade killed him.

But of course that, uh, theory
is too simple for you, huh?

Oh, I'm sorry.

We didn't mean to startle you.

Oh, that's all
right. I was just...

I wanted to get my records in order
before Mr. Rupert checked them.

Records?

I'm the librarian.

Three of our files were
signed out to Dr. Meade.

They're overdue, and since he...

Well, since he
can't return them...

Secret material? BESS: Oh, no.

Just copies of the
original Tryon patents

that Dr. Meade was
using for some basic data

on membrane structure.

That is A-100 and A-102 were...

Is something wrong?

Well, it's just...

Those two don't seem to
be here and they ought to be.

Why?

Mr. Rupert has
a very strict rule.

Any company data can't
be taken anywhere else

without first
checking it back in.

Not even to another office?

No.

I'll have to report this
to Mr. Rupert right away.

Well, I think I'll have a
talk with Mr. Rupert myself.

- Thanks, Perry.
- For what?

I don't know for sure, yet.

Paul, see if you can get another
copy of those patent files from Rupert.

You have an idea?

Well, only that they're
supposed to be here

and they're not here.

Your Honor, the case
before this court today differs

from the usual crime of violence

in that this is actually
an episode in a war,

the cold war of
industrial espionage.

The state intends to take
cognizance of that fact.

- Any luck, Paul?
- None.

Even Rupert couldn't locate
copies of those patents,

not even in the original
incorporation papers.

Cloak and dagger...

- Have you tried the patent office?
- Yep.

And Rupert wired the patent
office in Washington for copies.

The state will
prove quite simply

that the defendant,
Dr. Todd Meade,

a scientist, was, in addition,
a professional industrial spy.

He was caught
stealing research data

by the deceased, Horace Lehigh,
who was a professional counterspy.

The state intends to
prove that Dr. Meade killed

to prevent the
disclosure of his own theft

and was caught virtually in the
act by a whole group of witnesses

including his own attorney,

the counsel for the defense.

I was in my laboratory

just across the hall when
I heard someone outside.

I'd seen Mr. Rupert
go down the hall earlier,

and I wanted to talk to him.

So I opened my door.

That was when I
heard Dr. Scranton

tell the guard to
call for the police.

Then you were present when
the dead body and the defendant

were discovered
in his laboratory.

That is correct.

Doctor, was Horace
Lehigh a friend of yours?

I knew him as one
knows a colleague.

Did you ever discuss
your work with him?

It was against our rules to
discuss our individual efforts, sir,

even with one another.

Well, were you aware that
Horace Lehigh was a counterspy?

I did not know what work he did.

Now, just a second, doctor,
didn't you tell me earlier in my office

that you suspected him
of being unduly concerned

with the work assignments
of certain of your colleagues?

You misunderstood me, sir.

I told you that one
day in the dining room,

Dr. Revelli had accused
him of spying on her.

"Looking over my
shoulder," I believe she said.

Thank you, doctor. Your witness.

Dr. Tachikawa, I've been
interested to learn that in your country,

industrial spying is a
respectable profession.

That is, uh, regrettably true.

Doctor, will you tell us
about your rendezvous

with Miss Rhonda
Coleridge in a private room

of the Sashimi Gardens
two nights before the murder?

I'll object to that, Your Honor.

Even if any such meeting
actually took place,

it's certainly irrelevant
and immaterial.

Your Honor, since the
district attorney has maintained

that the defendant's
previous relationship

with Miss Coleridge is germane,

it is also germane that someone
else with equal opportunity for spying

was enjoying a present
relationship with Miss Coleridge.

Hmm, objection's overruled.

Yes, I did meet Miss Coleridge.

She offered me a position.

Now, in previous testimony,

you told the district attorney you
spent the afternoon prior to the murder

away from the plant
closing a real estate deal.

Would you mind telling
us the amount paid

for the parcel you
purchased in Hollywood Hills?

I do not remember
the exact price.

Well, perhaps, uh, I
can help you there.

Wasn't it in excess of $70,000?

There is something wrong?

I'm not allowed to
buy what I can pay for?

Of course you're
allowed, doctor.

But your employment
record at Tryon shows

that you receive a
yearly salary of $22,500.

It would seem you've been
extremely frugal if you're able to...

I'm not dependent on my salary.

I hold five extremely
valuable patents, sir.

I left a much more lucrative
position in Japan to come here.

But why?

The process for
converting seawater

is of tremendous
significance to my country.

I came here at
Dr. Scranton's invitation.

It is important to me to
be a part of the project.

I will not be accused.

Doctor, no one is accusing you.

No further questions.

Were you alone in
your office, Dr. Scranton,

when the phone call
came from the decedent?

No, Rhonda
Coleridge was with me.

Rhonda Coleridge?

The former employer of the accused?
- Yes, sir.

Did the decedent, Horace Lehigh,

tell you why, of all
possible meeting places,

- he chose Dr. Meade's laboratory?
- No, sir.

Regarding this phone
call from the deceased,

is it correct that you told
absolutely no one about it?

No, except for Mr. Mason,
the defense counsel.

I phoned him
immediately and asked him

to meet me at
Dr. Meade's laboratory.

That's how Mr. Mason and
Mr. Drake happened to be with me

when we discovered the body.

And at that precise moment,
where was the defendant?

He was standing by the tank.

And what was in
that tank, doctor?

Mr. Lehigh's body.

I have no more
questions of this witness.

Thank you, Dr. Scranton.

No questions for now.

At this point in time, it
seems obvious to me

that we're not going to
complete this hearing today.

Therefore, this court
will stand adjourned

until 10:00 tomorrow morning.

Todd, I'll talk to you later.

Paul.

Paul, beside Rhonda Coleridge,
who knew about that phone call

and could have reached
the lab before we did?

Perry, I've gone over
Scranton's office inch by inch.

There just couldn't possibly be
a bug in there or on his phone.

Besides, I've installed the most
powerful anti-bug generator made,

and he's had it turned
on constantly. So how...?

That's it, Paul. How.

- Hi. I thought you might...
- Might need you?

Well, there are letters to
correct, a brief to get out.

In fact, there's more for you
to do than you can imagine.

Your office is bugged.

Did you have any trouble
getting Lehigh's car, Paul?

None whatever.

She let us have it as soon as
I explained why we wanted it.

- Do you know where it is now?
- Seventh Street garage.

We went over it from one
end to the other. Nothing.

Yes, I know.

Tell me something,
will you, Perry?

If somebody planted
a bug in your office

and Paul found it,
why leave it there?

Uh, Paul Drake. How's it coming?

Good. Look, call Perry's
office in exactly 25 minutes.

And remember, nobody
but nobody goes near that car

till I give the word, okay?

- We're all set.
- Fine.

Wait a minute. You
didn't answer my question.

You found a hidden
mike in your office,

and you leave it there. Why?

Oh, just a vague idea
we might make use of it.

Here's your script, Paul.

There's yours, Della.

Remember, when we
get back to the office,

don't say one word that
isn't written on those pages.

"Phone rings, Della Answers."

"Mr. Mason's office. Who?

Paul Drake? Yes, he's
here. Just a moment, please."

Paul Drake.

"You did? Where is it?

Uh, just a minute,
I'll write that down.

They've located Lehigh's car.

No, don't go in. None of you.

I'll handle it personally."

"That's a break."

"If a copy of Lehigh's report,

with the record of his
investigation is in the car..."

"Well, we've searched his
office, his files, his home.

We know from Scranton
there was a report,

- so, uh, where else could it be?"
- "Where is the car?"

"Seventh Street
garage. Fourth level.

License number GD
0011. We better get going."

"I can't yet.

Della, what time do we expect
that call from New York City?"

"Oh, uh, not for
a half hour yet."

- "A half hour?"
- "Oh, relax, Paul.

No one knows
about the car but us."

You're accusing me of stealing.

You'll answer for these
allegations in civil court.

Sit still, Miss Coleridge.
I'm not through with you.

I'm gonna ask the question
again. I'd like an answer.

Did you discover the desalinization
process in your own laboratories,

or did you purchase the
process from another party?

Your Honor, Mr. Mason
is attacking this witness.

He's proceeding without any
possible proper foundation.

Your Honor, the district
attorney opened the door

in previous examination.

As for attacking the witness,

I'm only attacking the kind
of thinking she represents.

For it is this thinking that
is at the root of this tragedy.

If it weren't for the philosophy

that honesty, ideals and
integrity do not matter,

there would be no
market for stolen secrets.

This court will not tolerate
these personal exchanges.

Mr. Mason, you will confine
yourself to proper questioning

without commentary
on the witness's ethics.

Mr. Burger, your
objection is overruled.

Miss Coleridge, you will
respond to the question.

Yes, I purchased the process.

It was offered to me by an independent
research organization and I bought it.

And I violated no law.

Do you know where that
independent research organization

obtained the information?

I didn't check the pedigree.

Miss Coleridge,
you recognize this?

I'm afraid I don't.

It's called a thumbnail,

a tiny self-contained mike
and an FM transmitter.

In common parlance, a bug.

Do you recognize this?

A tie-clasp microphone.

This? A spike microphone.

You have never seen any of
these tools of the industrial spy?

No.

Miss Coleridge, you
apparently do not know

how the industrial
spy steals his secrets.

Can you tell us from your own
experience how he markets them?

- Objection. MASON:
I'll withdraw the question.

Miss Coleridge, what was the purpose
of your meeting with Dr. Tachikawa?

I offered him a position.

Working on the process
you now own which is,

shall we say, similar
to the Tryon process?

Yes.

Did you attempt to recruit any other
members of the Tryon research team?

Mr. Mason, you're being
very naive about this.

Anyone in our business will tell you
every company tries to do just that.

Did you attempt to recruit

any other Tryon personnel?

Yes. Todd Meade, the defendant.

- Anyone else?
- Dr. Revelli.

How about Horace Lehigh?

He's the only member of the
team you haven't mentioned.

No, I didn't talk to him.
- Why not?

Because I'd never
heard of him before.

There was no reason to think
he could make a contribution.

Miss Coleridge, did
you see Horace Lehigh

on the night he was murdered?

No, not then or any other time.

No further questions.

The witness may stand down.

Your Honor, as has been
established in previous testimony,

someone stole the secret process
developed by Tryon Industries

and was later unmasked
by Horace Lehigh,

an undercover counterspy.

But how could the thief have
known Lehigh had discovered him?

The person who planted the
listening device in my office

was the only one who could
have known of the phone call

to me from Dr. Scranton.

The only one who could have
hurried to Dr. Meade's laboratory

ahead of us to
silence Horace Lehigh.

Your Honor, I'd
like your permission

to have the light dimmed
so we can project some film.

Any objection, Mr. Burger?

Your Honor, I realize that
Mr. Mason has gone to infinite pains

to present this little
dramatic interlude for us.

Although I doubt that it
serves any useful purpose,

I would hate to deprive
defense counsel of an opportunity

to get a headline in
this evening's papers.

I have no objection, Your Honor.

The district attorney's generosity
is exceeded only by his wit.

I assure the court
this will prove of value.

We turned that listening
device in my office

against the person who planted
it, and the results are on that film.

Bailiff, will you
draw the blinds?

When the bug was
discovered in my office,

we concealed the fact
that it had been found.

Then we planted
information on which the party

who had planted
the bug might act.

We announced the
whereabouts of the decedent's car

to our unknown listener,

implying that there might be
incriminating evidence in that car.

Mr. Drake had previously arranged
it so that anyone entering the car

would take his own
picture by infrared light.

And you were successful?

Yes, Your Honor.

It was I who took
the information.

I sold it through
friends at home in Italy

so it could never
be traced to me.

The sale was legal there.

My country does not issue
patents on manufacturing processes.

And how much did
you receive in payment?

The Italian organization
paid me $50,000.

And you arranged to have
the bug planted in my office?

I never dreamed an
American company

would buy the information.

When the inquiry began,

I was afraid to
stay, afraid to leave.

I had to know what
progress you were making.

How did you get the information
out of that motel room?

Mr. Drake made absolutely
sure that the room was debugged

and the participants had
no monitoring devices.

All except Dr. Scranton himself.

He did not undergo the
fluoroscopic examination.

So I...

I managed to place a
tiny thumbnail microphone

in the cuff of his trousers.

Dr. Revelli, since you were party
to all that went on in my office,

is it not true that you
heard the conversation

in which Dr. Scranton advised me

that Lehigh had learned
the identity of the thief?

That he would
disclose that information

in the defendant's laboratory?

Your Honor,

the witness is a comparative
stranger in our country.

She's unfamiliar with our laws.
I think she's entitled to know

the possible consequences
of her answer.

Mr. Mason is trying to get
her to admit to a murder.

No!

That I took the
process, I confess.

And I did know of
the telephone call.

But when I go quick
to the laboratory,

he is already dead.

Mr. Mason, I believe that, uh,
Mr. Burger's comments are justified.

Your Honor, the district
attorney is mistaken.

I have no intention of
accusing the witness of murder.

If Dr. Revelli had killed Lehigh

and obtained the written
report he was carrying,

she would no longer have been
concerned about being exposed.

That's true.

But when I heard over the
microphone in your office

that his car had
been discovered,

I had to find out whether
the report was in it.

But it wasn't.

Because someone else
had gotten to Lehigh first

and killed him, and
then taken that report.

But for an entirely
different reason.

Who else had a
reason, Mr. Mason?

The witness has already
admitted that she stole the process.

Your Honor, may I
recall Mr. Lowell Rupert?

Mr. Rupert, will you
return to the stand, please?

- Any later word from Washington?
- Nothing.

Perry, I'm convinced there is
no record of any such patents.

Yes, Paul, I'm convinced too.

Mr. Rupert, may I remind
you that you're still under oath.

Mr. Rupert, these missing files,

A-100 and A-102 that were
checked out to Dr. Meade,

they were of great
importance to you?

No, not actually.

Then why did you make such
a point of getting them back?

Why was your
librarian so worried?

No special point, Mr. Mason.
Just normal security procedure.

Mr. Rupert, what
was in those files?

Well, outlines of
the basic processes

and patents on which
the company was founded.

And yet the patent
office in Washington

has no record of
any such processes.

Apparently, they
were never registered.

- Why, Mr. Rupert?
- I don't know.

Only Dr. Scranton can tell you.

Mr. Mason, I don't recall
the contents of those files,

but perhaps our librarian
could give you that information.

Dr. Scranton, did
you find the decedent

a capable man at his job?

Thorough, dependable?

Oh, yes. He was quite competent.

So thorough, so competent,
that you did not object

when he placed that television
camera in Dr. Revelli's laboratory?

Well, I told him
to spare no one.

He was concerned
about Dr. Revelli.

And he had a free hand
to do just as he pleased.

Did he investigate the
defendant just as thoroughly?

Well, I assume he did.

Did he ever report
any suspicions to you

in regard to the defendant?
- No.

Did he run a check
on Lowell Rupert?

I suppose so, but I
couldn't be sure of that.

Well, let me put it this way.

Did you see in the report
the decedent prepared

for the company board of
directors any information...?

But, Mr. Mason, I
never did see the report.

Mr. Lehigh told me he had it
with him when he called me.

But as you know,
it was never found.

Do I understand that you did
not have a day-to-day knowledge

of the information
accumulated for that report?

That's right.

Then it must have been
quite a surprise to you

when you talked
to Lehigh about it.

But I never talked to
Lehigh about it, Mr. Mason.

He was dead when we
arrived at the laboratory.

I mean, the first time
you went to the lab, doctor.

Before Mr. Drake and I arrived.

But I didn't.

I think you did, Dr. Scranton.

I think you found out how
thorough Lehigh had been.

I think you found out that your
counterspy had even investigated you.

Mr. Mason, we know who the
spy is. What are you trying...?

I think the decedent
showed you what he'd found

in files A-100 and A-102.

And I think he was ready to
report to the board of directors

that the very patents you had
used to raise financing for Tryon

were not yours to pledge.

No, they weren't.

But Tryon was mine.

I built it from scratch. He
had no reason to tear it down.

I didn't ask much of him.

No, not much.

Only that he compromised his
integrity as you'd compromised yours

when you founded your
company on an out-and-out fraud.

He didn't understand.

He wouldn't
listen. He was rigid.

Everything was black and white.

And when he refused
the money I offered him,

I picked up the
pipe to threaten him.

I didn't intend...

I hit him. I hit him.

I did, I did, I hit
him. I hit him.

This is delicious. What
is it, Dr. Tachikawa?

Della, please.

That is one thing an Occidental
never asks in an Oriental restaurant.

Right. It's considered a
flagrant invasion of privacy.

- Don't listen to them, Miss Street.
- You know, this is the first time

in weeks I've been able to
joke about invasion of privacy.

Well, I'm afraid it's
nothing to joke about.

Consider what it
would ultimately mean.

No privacy in police investigation,
no privacy in the judge's chambers,

not even in the jury room.

Well, we're coming up with
some pretty good weapons.

High-powered anti-bug
generators, sensitive detectors,

telephone scramblers.

Not so, Mr. Drake.

The science will always
be one step ahead.

There must be some way.

There is, Della.

One sure way.

But it's pretty far out.

Just plain, old-fashioned
personal integrity.

You're right, Mr. Mason.
That is pretty far out.

Well, maybe it would be easier
if we all lived in, um, cocoons.

Della, there's one thing you
will always find inside a cocoon.

A bug.