All language subtitles for Perry.Mason.S09E19.The.Case.of.the.Sausalito.Sunrise.DVDRip.x264

Francis?

Francis, are you here?

- Ah! Oh.
- Don't look, Bobbi.

Thank you.

What a crowd.

Tonight's the first opening since that
policeman was killed here last month.

Hmm.

Too bad Paul couldn't be here.

Yes, I imagine he would have
some pithy comments to make

concerning the Pop Art trend.

We should do this
sort of thing more often.

Not all of our clients are as
sophisticated as Francis Clune.

- Isn't that a little much?
- The price?

I agree.

If Mr. Clune takes that kind
of money for this kind of thing,

he may need a lawyer to
stay out of jail on fraud charges.

I agree with you.

Mr. Clune, my
secretary, Ms. Street.

- How do you do, Ms. Street?
- How do you do?

You know, some of this
so-called Pop Art to me too

is nothing but junk, pure junk.

But you do
display it and sell it.

I take the money
from sales such as this

and use it to buy otherwise
unsalable canvases

and sculpture by other
artists of genuine talent.

That's an expensive
form of philanthropy.

Not at all. It's an investment.

I'll put them aside for
as long as necessary

until there's appreciation
for the genuine work of art.

Then I'll be in a position
to turn a handsome profit.

And now, Mr. Mason, would it be
possible for the two of us to talk?

- Certainly. Would you excuse us?
- Mm-hm.

Disgusting, isn't it, eh? Heh.

So blatantly obvious.

- Heh. It is?
- Well, of course.

Why should it need a title card?

What else could it
be but a naked soul?

I've never seen a naked soul.

- You're an artist, Mr., uh...?
- Boyd.

Campbell Boyd.

Probably the only true talent
represented anywhere in this place.

Well, then this
isn't one of yours?

Heaven forbid.

You think I could put the true inner
tormented writings of my creative being

on cheap display for the
crude mawkish gawking

of unintelligent apes?

So that's been the situation
since I did my duty as a citizen

and reported my suspicions of
Sunrise in Sausalito to the police.

Wasn't there a little
more to it than that?

If I remember correctly,

you had some trouble last year
concerning stolen art objects.

I was completely exonerated.

I had all my invoices,
my receipts, all in order.

You know, a gallery owner can't
be expected to investigate personally

every item he displays.

Wouldn't that account for some of
this subsequent difficulty with the police?

They have to be
suspicious. It's their job.

Even so...

Do you have Sunrise in
Sausalito on display tonight?

Yes, it's in the
stock room in back.

And the police officer, Harry Marberg,
who was killed here last month,

he was the one to
whom you reported?

I had an appointment with him
here that night to discuss it with him.

Just what were your suspicions
concerning this masterpiece?

Well, nothing
tangible, actually.

It was just that, well,
if I'm any judge of art,

it should have sold for ten times
what my buyer, Ms. Dane, paid for it

at auction in North Beach.

So if it were stolen, the thief
was unaware of its true value?

I wasn't sure of
that, Mr. Mason.

And after the previous
misunderstandings with the police,

I wanted to protect
myself in advance.

Since that moment, my
life hasn't been the same.

The police suspect me of
being a fence for art thieves.

And with Detective Marberg
killed here, they're watching me,

every move, constantly.

And you want me to do what?

I don't know what you can do.

But I need some kind of legal
protection from police harassment.

I'm going out of my mind.

This, um, buyer of yours,
Ms. Dane, is she here tonight?

Yes, she is. She's
probably in the stock room.

Thank you very much. Ooh.

Thank you.

Well, I didn't expect
to see you here, Steve.

This isn't social, Perry. This is
Sergeant Deke Bradley of Robbery.

- Perry Mason.
- Homicide, Robbery.

I can't blame Mr. Clune.

He does have
something to worry about.

He called you in?

Perry, I'd like to give
you some advice.

Stay out of this case.

I don't know what you're talking
about. But it's clear enough that you're...

I made a promise to Harry
Marberg's wife and two children

that if it takes the rest of my
life, I'm gonna get his killer.

So I say, stay out of it.

That's good advice,
counselor. Better take it.

You're suggesting that my
client is somehow involved.

I appreciate that all of you on
the force become more involved

when one of your own is killed,

but that doesn't mean
the legal bars are down.

Whether a man is accused of killing
a policeman or any other person,

he still has to be proven
guilty in a court of law.

And that's where you come in?

Of course that's
where I come in.

I want an end to this
police harassment.

- How is he being harassed?
- Because of the trouble in the past.

He wasted no time in
reporting his suspicions.

- Reporting to whom?
- Why, to the police.

The officer who was
killed, Officer Marberg.

Are you sure about that, Perry?

Harry Marberg was the most
thorough, methodical man

who ever worked on my detail.

You show me any place
where Harry recorded any report

from your client, and I'll hand
you my retirement pension.

There was no record at
all of a call from Mr. Clune?

There was no call.

All right, if you think Francis
Clune is guilty, book him.

Have the district
attorney's office indict him.

But stop insinuating that
he's involved in murder.

I'm sorry, Perry, very sorry.

Next time I talk to Mrs.
Marberg or the kids,

I'll explain to them how tough
I've made it on poor Mr. Clune.

This isn't like you, Steve.

You'd better develop a
proper perspective on this case,

not for my client's sake
or mine but for yours.

Save your worry
for your client, Perry.

When I get what I need for
an indictment, believe me,

he's gonna need all
the help he can get.

Lawyers.

Help!

- In here, Bobbi.
- No!

It's Bobbi. Is she...?

- Get an ambulance.
- I'll take care of it.

You got a blanket?

It was the same two men who
tried to kidnap me in San Francisco.

Remember, Francis?

Right after the
policeman was killed?

The same two men? You
sure of that, Ms. Dane?

Well, now, why would
they wanna kidnap you?

I don't know. I don't
understand any of this.

Well, let's see. One
of the men chased you.

The other one, sitting in a
car in an alley, grabbed you.

You ran, he fired
at you twice, right?

This whole thing, Mr. Clune, has
an odor of a three-day old mackerel.

I don't care. It's true.

I know it doesn't seem to make
sense the way I tell it, but it did happen.

It was the same two
men in both places.

All right, Ms. Dane, I'll pull
some appropriate mug shots.

When you're feeling
better, come on down,

- take a look at them.
- I certainly will.

Frankly, Mr. Clune, Lieutenant
Drumm has a reason to be skeptical.

You think Bobbi deliberately
got herself run over by a car?

Of course not, but we both know
there's much more to this affair

- than either of you has told me.
- No, no, I swear it.

Then why was that police
officer killed in your stock room?

And what's behind the two
kidnapping attempts on your employee?

- I don't know.
- Tell me about Bobbi.

- Who exactly is she?
- She's a rare person, Mr. Mason.

As sensitive as she is
practical, young but very capable.

Since she came to work for
me, we've built up the galleries

from a modest success
to what it is today.

- You trust her completely?
- Yes, without reservation.

I hope you're right, Mr. Clune.

What have you got going out
of this terminal tonight, Deering?

I call you Sergeant Bradley,
and you call me Mr. Deering.

Now, what do you want?
I didn't send for you.

No, you didn't send
for me, Mr. Deering,

but I'm going to be here
every time I get a chance.

And when I'm not around, I'm gonna
have somebody else watching you.

Sooner or later, I'm gonna
find what I'm looking for.

And, Mr. Deering, I'm gonna
put you where you belong,

on the inside, looking out.

Get off my back.

Oh, I'll do that, as
soon as I find out

why three of your
trucks have been hijacked

and no other trucker
has lost more than one.

I wanna see the cargo
manifest of anything

- that's going out of here tonight.
- The manifest is my business.

It's also the insurance
company's business.

How much longer do you
think they'll go on insuring you

when the only trucks that get
hijacked are those with valuable cargo?

Well, you were rusty on maneuvering,
but you did fine on the road.

Floyd, have your driver sign for the
cargo and let's get him out of here.

We haven't had time
to check his references.

I said sign him out. - Okay.

- Who do you wanna send with him?
- Nobody.

To San Francisco with
TV sets and appliances,

a guy we hardly know?
That doesn't make sense.

When you start
running this business,

Floyd, I'll ask your advice.

Get the manifest back from that
cop, Bradley, and get this rig loaded.

Heh. I get the idea your
dispatcher's kind of leery about me.

He didn't question my license,
but I'm afraid I didn't do too well.

You don't have to
worry about Floyd.

It's my partner who's not
gonna fall for a snow job.

You check in with her at
the San Francisco depot.

Watch her. She's tough.

She can handle a rig
like this all by herself.

And she's got eyes in
the back of her head.

You haven't told her about me?

Well, is there some
reason you can't trust her?

I don't trust anybody,
Drake. Not anymore.

I've got to know who's
been fingering my trucks.

That cop that was
knocked off knew,

and that's at the
bottom of all my trouble.

And I still think the sane thing to
do would be work with the police.

I didn't hire you
for advice, friend.

I hired you to take
this load through,

and with nobody on the
outside knowing what it is

or what route it's taking.

You take the San Diego
Freeway out towards Bakersfield.

Now, I want you
to cut back in here,

take a secondary road
here, then head northwest.

Okay.

Check your cargo, and I want you out
of here no less than an hour from now.

Oh, Turner, what's
your route plan?

- Mr. Deering has it.
- Will you get it, please?

I have to enter it
in the dispatch log.

You'd better see the
boss yourself, Floyd.

You can't come in here. You
have to have permission to see her.

Okay, ma'am. I just
wanted to surprise her.

You come outside and wait.

- Where did he go?
- Who?

The man who came out
of Bobbi Dane's room.

- Her boyfriend, I guess.
- I don't know.

Well, that's all we know, Paul.

- Bobbi Dane has disappeared.
- And the nurse didn't see her leave?

Well, the nurse said she
was asleep when she left.

Her boyfriend was
around, but he left.

Right after that, we
discovered she was gone.

While the nurse
called the police,

I went through the
clothes in the closet.

And I found one thing
that might help me.

That's why I took a chance
and called you at the terminal.

There's something you can do for
me while you're in San Francisco.

Okay.

This claim check from the
San Francisco Bus Terminal

isn't much, but
it's all we have.

Well, I'll turn it in
when I get there

and see what they
hand across the counter.

But, Perry, if Steve Drumm finds
out about this, he'll skin you alive.

I'm not gonna withhold
a thing from him.

As soon as we see what
that is, I'll turn it over.

But it's all we have to go on.

The guy's driving
the Gaige-Deering rig.

That's all I know.
Never saw him before.

Is he driving alone?

Do you know where he's headed?

I just don't believe Bobbi Dane would
walk out of the hospital in her robe.

Well, obviously, she did.

But did she run or did
someone haul her away?

And if she ran, why? And
if she was forced, why?

I don't know why.

I don't know who took
a couple of shots at her.

I don't know who tried to
kidnap her in San Francisco.

I just don't know.

I don't even know
if she's still alive.

Come on out, hands
first. This is a gun.

Keep your hands in your
lap. Now, start talking.

I was going for my press
pass. I'm Bert Kannon.

You've read my column,
"The Kannon's Mouth."

I never heard of it.
What are you doing here?

Put that away, will you?

Look, I'm onto a story, a
big hijacking and cop killing.

And by luck you happened to
find out where this truck was going

- and came along for the ride, huh?
- You don't believe me.

- No.
- Look, pal,

you can't drive this rig and hold that
gun and watch me at the same time.

What do you want me to do,
stop the truck and let you out?

Okay, okay, as soon as we
see a light where I can get a ride,

I'll get out, but put
that gun away, huh?

Why are you so anxious
to have me stop this truck?

Then don't stop it. Take
me to Frisco with you.

How did you know I
was going to Frisco?

There's an accident. You'd
better pull up and stop.

Uh-uh.

- What kind of a guy are you?
- Shut up.

Well, it looks like your friends
have recovered from their accident.

Now it seems they're
looking for another one.

They're no friends of mine.

Listen, I came out
here looking for a story.

You're interested in
hijacking and murder?

Well, if that car forces us off the
road, you're gonna see the first,

and if you move
one inch closer to me,

you're gonna be the
victim in the second.

- You just bring in the rig from L.A.?
- Yeah.

Don't you "yeah"
me. I run this place.

It's, "Yes, ma'am."
You're Turner, aren't you?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Well, come on in here.

Deering called me. He told
me about your close call.

- You all right?
- Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, you look
all right to me. Heh.

About that newspaper
guy who stowed away.

Deering said you left
him in Paso Robles.

Yes, ma'am. He filed
a story on the accident,

answered the police questions.
That cleared me, and they let me go.

- Ah. Well, sit down.
- Yes, ma'am.

All right, wise guy, knock
off the "yes, ma'am."

- Well, I thought you said that...
- Forget it.

Yeah, well, you're fresh,
but you're no mollycoddle.

Turner...

George, just between you
and me and the lamppost,

- who do think set up that hijack?
- How would I know?

You're working out of L.A. I
can see you're nobody's fool.

You've got your eyes wide
open. And Deering trusts you.

You'd be a good
man to watch him.

What makes you think
Deering needs watching?

There was a cop up here from L.A.
about a month ago, nosing around.

I got the feeling from
him that somebody,

maybe Deering,
is fingering our rigs.

Well, like I said, I don't
know anything about it.

Well, I know I've had nothing
but trouble since I merged with him.

I never lost a cargo, I never
had insurance problems.

I never saw a cop.

Now, after three hijackings,
the company's on my neck,

cancellations from people I've
had for years, and truck damage.

You know, you're a bright guy.

I think maybe I can
do something for you.

And you can do something for me.

- Have a drink, hmm?
- No, thanks.

I haven't had breakfast yet, and
besides, I could use some sleep.

Oh. Well, we'll fix that. I'll drive
you into town, we can get some chow.

Uh, I've got something to
do first. I'll just grab a cab.

No, you won't, heh. I'll go with
you. Then we can eat and talk.

Only, heh, don't let it get around
that I'm socializing with the help, huh?

Now get out of here. Sign
in in the next room, huh?

Uh, okay, George?

Okay, Estelle.

Get me Los Angeles,
Clinton 70799.

Mr. Clune?

Heh. You were right.

Deering's private
detective's here.

Why, I'm taking
him to breakfast.

- I'll meet you in the coffee shop.
- Okay.

Thanks.

We'll take that. San
Francisco police, mister.

All right, let's go.

Thank goodness Paul's all
right. He leads a charmed life.

Perry, you've overstepped
yourself this time.

I want an explanation, a
darned good explanation,

or I swear I'll prefer
charges against you.

A closed door suggests that
you might knock before you enter.

Don't you stall me.
You know why I'm here.

No, I don't know
why you're here.

And I'm getting kind of fed up
with the free-swinging accusations

you're throwing around.

All right, Steve, what's
got you so steamed up?

I got a call from the
San Francisco police.

They arrested Paul Drake.
He used a claim check

that he got from Bobbi Dane
to pick up an artist's case.

It had a gun in it, Perry, Harry
Marberg's gun, the murder weapon.

Paul had no way of knowing
what was in that case.

I know that. I had him released.

But tell me that he
wasn't on a job for you.

Tell me that you didn't
know what was in that case

and that you didn't
wanna get hold of that gun.

- You have my word.
- Your what?

What in the devil
do you take me for?

You found that claim check.
Did you turn it over to the police?

No. You're not interested
in finding the killer.

You're only interested
in protecting your client.

Steve, how did the police
know there was a claim check?

Don't you worry
about that, Mr. Mason.

You start worrying
about the consequences

of withholding evidence.

Yes, Gertie?

If you think you can prove
that I knowingly attempted to...

I want Bobbi Dane and
I want Francis Clune.

She disappeared, and we went
to pick him up, he disappeared too.

I want you to produce
them, and I mean by tonight!

It's Mr. Clune.

Mr. Clune? Where are you?

Well, it's better that you don't
know. Then you can't tell the police.

The police just left.

As your attorney, I'm
advising you to turn yourself in.

That's our only hope
of clearing this up.

Oh, no, Mr. Mason.
I don't trust them.

- They think I killed a policeman.
- What do you propose to do?

Keep running? Hiding?

In that case, why call me?

Just before I left the gallery,

I got a call from Olaf
Deering's partner, Estelle Gaige.

She wanted me to meet her at
Olaf Deering's office at 11 tonight.

Did she say why?

Mrs. Gaige couldn't
explain too clearly, just that...

Well, she thought if we could
meet at Olaf Deering's office

without his knowing it,

we could compare
notes, inspect the files.

I don't know what she
hopes to accomplish,

but I do know you have all
the trouble you can handle

without borrowing any more.

That's why I want you to go to
the meeting with me, Mr. Mason,

to protect me, to
give me some advice.

I have to hang up
now. I'll see you tonight.

And remember, above
all, don't tell the police.

- No lights inside.
- Maybe we're early.

Or maybe something's wrong.

I don't like it, Paul.

Sometimes I wonder
about this profession.

Clients pay you for your advice,
then stubbornly refuse to take it.

Well, shouldn't you be grateful?

After all, if everybody
acted logically and sensibly,

who'd ever need lawyers?

You know, what Estelle Gaige
told your our client could tie in

with that hijack
attempt on my truck.

You mean, Deering could be arranging
to have his own trucks hijacked?

Why not? He always
gets the trucks back,

and the cargoes are fully insured.
He could be collecting twice.

Then Francis Clune is
stepping on dangerous ground.

Deering's office
is down this way.

We're not early, we're late.

Mr. Clune!

Hold it right there.

- Mr. Mason, help us.
- Us?

Who else is...?

Paul, come in here.

Olaf Deering.

- You too, huh?
- In there, Steve.

Well, you didn't waste any time
getting back from Paso Robles.

I got back as soon as I cleared you
in that accident, and you're welcome.

You'll still have to
testify at the inquest.

Well, isn't this a
cozy little group?

All right, that's
enough of that now.

What's the matter, lieutenant?
Don't you feel vindicated?

You got your cop killers and
another murder for a bonus.

These people haven't
been charged with any crime.

They have. They're under arrest
and they'll be charged with murder

as quickly as I can
get them downtown.

What's the evidence
against them, Steve?

All right. You'll get the regular
handout at headquarters

like everybody else.

Believe me, Mr. Mason,
I... We didn't kill him.

We didn't kill anybody.

It's about time we had a
little talk about that, Mr. Clune.

Answer no questions unless
I'm with you and approve.

Perry, stay out of this.

I'll do whatever is necessary
to protect my client's rights.

Paul, you take the car.

I'd better ride down to headquarters
with Ms. Dane and Mr. Clune.

That won't be necessary.
We don't play rough.

Sergeant.

Now, you have my word, Perry.

All I'm gonna do to
these two is convict them.

Oh, it's all too pat.

Everything falls
neatly into place.

That is, if we assume
that Steve Drumm is right

and Francis Clune and
Bobbi Dane are guilty.

- But you don't believe that.
- No, I don't.

Francis Clune and Bobbi Dane
just don't convince me as murderers.

Well, Steve Drumm's convinced.

Marberg found out they were
fencing stolen art, so they killed him.

Deering found out, and
they took care of him too.

It's my hunch they've
been built up as

sacrificial victims
to cover for the killer.

And who might that be?

Well, before we answer that,

there are quite a few
questions that need answers.

For one, I'd like to know what
happened to Mrs. Estelle Gaige

at the warehouse last night.

After asking Clune to
meet her, she didn't appear.

She says she was there but saw
the police cars and didn't go in.

If that's her story,
we're stuck with it.

There's that gun in
Bobbi Dane's case

that got me arrested
in San Francisco.

Well, I'd like to know how
the San Francisco police

knew about that claim check.

And why the series of
attempts on Bobbi's life?

And why the two murders, a
policeman and a truck operator?

Telephone, Mr. Mason.

- Your secretary, I think.
- Thank you.

Yes? Yes, Della?

They have?

Yes, I'll go directly from here. I'll
check in with you when I'm through.

Clune and Bobbi Dane have
been charged with the murder

of Officer Marberg.

But I thought Burger
would go for a conviction

in the Olaf Deering murder.

Hmm. The pressure is on
Burger to solve the police murder,

so, of course, this is the
way for him to handle it.

One thing's certain. We're
sitting here asking questions,

and Steve Drumm already
has his answers. Let's go.

I don't know anything
about the gun.

When I checked my
case in San Francisco,

there was no gun in it.

Bobbi, the thing that
bothers me about you

is that you keep coming up with
logical excuses for illogical behavior.

From the moment you
bought Sunrise in Sausalito

to the time you were arrested,

these strange things
have continued to happen.

Now, Mr. Clune says he reported
his suspicions to the police.

They say he didn't report them.

You bought Sunrise for apparently
much less than it was worth.

Didn't it occur to
you at the time?

It occurred to me at the time
that I got a good buy, that's all.

Look, the police are
just twisting things.

They've decided that
we killed a policeman.

That's the same story I just
heard from Francis Clune.

You know, you and Francis have
only one problem with the police.

They think you committed
a murder, perhaps two.

While they're trying
to prove you did,

we have to convince
the judge that you didn't.

I'm not sure that I've
even convinced you.

Bobbi, how did you manage
to get away from the men

who tried to kidnap
you in San Francisco?

I was waiting for an artist,
Campbell Boyd, in the bus terminal.

He was late, so I went outside.

It was dark. These
two men grabbed me.

I screamed at the top
of my lungs and they ran.

When they tried to kidnap you
again in the gallery stock room,

they couldn't have fumbled
that attempt much more

if they'd been trying.

How did you manage to get
away from them in the hospital?

Well, my buzzer wouldn't
work. And the phone wouldn't.

One of them was
waiting outside my door.

So I went to the window, hoping to get
to the front of the building to get help.

But the other one
was waiting out in front.

I couldn't go inside, so I went
to a phone and I called Francis.

Why would they want
you so desperately

that they'd make three attempts?

I don't know, Mr. Mason.
Honest, I don't know.

Floyd, that truck I was driving,
the one the hijackers tried to hit,

besides you, Deering and myself,

who knew what that cargo
was and where it was going?

Stay out of this, Drake.

I know you and Mason
are doing your best

to foul up Steve
Drumm's murder case,

but you're not going
to foul up mine.

Harry Marberg worked
for months on this,

and I've taken over
where he left off,

a ring of hijackers and fences

who operate like they
own this town and Frisco.

Who think they can get away
with anything, including killing a cop.

And Francis Clune is
the ringleader? Come on.

Think whatever you want,
Drake, but stay out of my hair.

Or I kid you not,
somebody's gonna get hurt.

Okay, tell me
whatever you told him.

Your Honor, the state will show
that there is reasonable cause

to believe that the defendants,
Francis Clune and Bobbi Dane,

murdered the
decedent, Harry Marberg.

Motivated by fear that
Officer Marberg would expose

certain of their
criminal activities,

they killed him on the
premises of the Clune Gallery.

The weapon they used was the
decedent's own service revolver,

and after the murder, that weapon
was first concealed by the defendants

and then retrieved by
an agent acting for them.

We will show that both
defendants evaded arresting officers

and were finally apprehended
at the scene of a second murder,

and although that crime, Your Honor,
may appear to be entirely separate

and apart from this case,

the state will prove that
there is indeed a pattern here.

Police Officer Harry
Marberg was killed

to prevent him from exposing
a certain fraudulent operation

both defendants were involved
in, and the second murder,

to which I just referred, was
committed for exactly the same reason.

Your Honor, I object to the introduction
of any evidence of any other crime.

Your Honor, evidence concerning
another crime is certainly admissible

where it goes to
prove motivation.

Mr. Burger, I'm not going
to allow that approach.

In this preliminary hearing, you're
seeking to have the defendants

bound over for trial on the
murder of Harry Marberg.

Now, you need only show
their involvement in that crime.

But, Your Honor, I
can recite a dozen...

I have ruled on the matter, Mr. Burger.
There will be no further argument.

Now proceed with your case.

Yes, sir, Harry Marberg was a
good man, a good police officer

and a good friend.

Mr. Kannon, when did
you last see the decedent?

We had dinner together,
Harry and his wife and his kids.

Afterward, we were talking.

That's when Harry mentioned
that a big story was about to break.

He wouldn't say
anything definite.

That's the way he was.

He... Friend or not,

he wouldn't give me a break
over any other newspaperman.

All right, what did
he tell you, exactly?

That he was going to see
Francis Clune that evening,

that the case involved certain
art objects and hijacking.

He seemed almost sad about it.

He said heads would roll.

And you never saw
Harry Marberg again.

No, sir. They
killed him that night.

And now, Lieutenant Drumm,

I show you this .38 caliber
police special turned over to you

by the San Francisco police
department, marked State's Exhibit 3.

I ask if you can
identify it for us further.

Yes, Mr. Burger.

I was with ballistics at the
time this weapon was checked,

supervised the test myself.

This is the revolver
that fired the fatal bullets.

The serial number shows
that it was Harry Marberg's gun.

Harry Marberg worked
for me on robbery detail.

Sergeant Bradley, did he keep
you well informed on his progress

- and cases he was assigned to cover?
- Yes, sir, he was that kind of a guy.

He'd hand me a ten-page report
on a $50 breaking-and-entering case.

To what case was he assigned

at the time of his
death, sergeant?

He was tracing a
hijack-and-fencing operation.

He called me from Frisco
the night before he was killed

and told me he expected
to get evidence to show

that Francis Clune and Bobbi Dane
were involved in both operations.

Thank you, sergeant.

- Cross-examine.
- No questions.

And when you turned
in the claim check

that you had obtained
from Mr. Mason's client,

you received in return an
artist's case, is that correct?

Yes, sir.

When you picked up
that case and looked in it,

what did you find, Mr. Drake?

- A .38 police special.
- I show you State Exhibit 3.

Is this the same gun
you found in that case?

- It is.
- Cross-examine, Mr. Mason.

Now, Mr. Drake, will
you please tell the court

why you were asked to
pick up the artist's case,

the case which contained
the death weapon?

Well, I was hired to pose as a
truck driver by Mr. Olaf Deering.

Objection, Your Honor.

Defense counsel has
objected to any introduction

of the Olaf Deering murder,
and the court has sustained him.

Therefore, anything on that
subject is certainly out of order here.

Your Honor, in direct
examination of this witness,

the district attorney introduced
the subject of the gun.

I contend that anything pertaining
to the discovery of that weapon

is germane to the
case against my client.

Well, you did open the
door, Mr. Burger. Overruled.

The witness may answer.

Mr. Deering had been losing
valuable cargo to hijackers,

and he was sure someone
was tipping them off

as to which trucks to hijack.

So we decided I'd drive one of
his trucks to San Francisco alone,

keeping the route secret.
But the plan didn't work.

- Why?
- Because they were staked out

waiting to hijack my truck a few
miles this side of Paso Robles.

I'm due there today
for the inquest.

How could the hijackers have
known what you were carrying

and have known what
route you were taking?

They had to be tipped
off as to which truck to hit.

Who, besides you and Mr. Deering

and his dispatcher,
knew about the route?

No one. Even the
dispatcher, Floyd Walters,

didn't know what
route I'd be taking.

Oh, one final question.

How did the San
Francisco police know

you would be presenting
the claim check at the terminal

so they could
have it staked out?

I haven't any idea.

Thank you, Mr. Drake.
That will be all.

The witness may stand down.

May I have a moment, Your Honor?

Paul, your man's on the
phone from San Francisco.

He says he has the
information you wanted.

Perry, I have to get to
that inquest in Paso Robles.

I promised I'd be there if
they didn't hold me up here.

Della can handle the
call. You'd better go.

Thanks. I'll call in as soon
as they're through with me.

Your Honor, at this time I would
like to recall Lieutenant Drumm

for cross-examination.

Lieutenant Drumm,
will you take the stand?

And you're still under oath.

Lieutenant, you heard my
final question put to Mr. Drake.

I now ask it of you.

How did the San Francisco police
know to stake out that terminal?

Was it a request
from your department?

- No.
- Now, you're an intelligent policeman.

- Didn't you wonder about it?
- Of course I did.

They acted on an anonymous tip.

But in order to give the
police an anonymous tip,

someone had to know
the gun was in the case,

and someone had
to want it to be found.

What difference does it make?

There was a gun and it
was the murder weapon.

Lieutenant, it's almost legendary
that when a policeman is killed,

his fellow officers regard
it as a sacred trust, literally,

to dedicate themselves
to getting his killer.

Isn't that true?

Is there anything
wrong with that?

Not with the attitude
or the purpose.

But not to the neglect
of proper methods.

When you allow
emotions to take over

and think only of pinning
it on a likely suspect...

You can't say that. I
handled this case myself.

I left nothing to chance.

Then why, when one of my
clients reported a possible theft

of a valuable
piece of modern art,

did the whole
department ignore his story

and attempt to
make him out a liar?

That's simply not true.

You're using legal tricks, playing
with Harry Marberg's murder.

There's no trick, Steve.

- Did Paul's man have what we want?
- Mm-hm. I took it all down.

Your Honor, in order to
continue my cross-examination,

may I request an hour's recess?

For what purpose, Mr. Mason?

To bring in important evidence

bearing on the
witness's testimony.

Very well. Court will
recess for one hour.

I warned you both
that your only chance

- was to be completely honest with me.
- But I have been honest.

So have I.

And I suppose you've
never seen this before?

You don't recognize any
of the pieces described?

Why, yes, several.

They're in the stock
room at the gallery.

Where did you get this list?

From the San Francisco police.

It's the same list they made out for
Harry Marberg the day he was killed.

That one will do.

Hello, sergeant.

You wasted your money sending
Paul Drake's man to Frisco.

Really?

I already had all the answers.

But now you do too,
don't you, counselor?

Some of them.

I know you killed Harry Marberg

because he'd cracked your
robbery-and-fencing setup.

You killed Olaf Deering
for the same reason.

I figured you knew.

The way you questioned
Drake about the hijack setup.

The way you pinned
Drumm on the anonymous tip.

You were the only one with
access to all that information.

No wonder your man Marberg
wouldn't write anything down.

You learned he'd found you out
and that he was meeting Clune here.

You couldn't let
them get together.

So you killed Marberg
and framed Clune for it.

I figured you was
a guy to watch.

What puzzles me is your
interest in Bobbi Dane.

- Why was she important?
- She wasn't. I fouled up.

I thought she'd seen me in the
car that night behind the gallery.

That's why you tried to
kidnap her in San Francisco?

Mm-hm.

And when you failed, you used
your badge and planted the gun.

Then the anonymous phone
call to the San Francisco police,

and then Paul Drake discovered
the murder weapon for you.

You had everything
figured. Everything but this:

I tried to wise up Harry Marberg
when he was assigned to me,

but he just wouldn't wise.

So he didn't leave me any
choice, and you don't either, Mason.

You can dismiss all charges, Hamilton.
I'll give you the details in the office.

Right. Thank you.

Well, Perry, it's all fixed.

And I wanna thank you.

Thank me?

- You saved my life.
- Well, let me finish.

The way you handled
me on the witness stand,

that was deliberate, wasn't it?

Well, you really
squared me away.

After you left, I saw things
clearly for the first time.

It all added up to me, as
it obviously had for you.

Wherever the police would
normally have come up with answers,

Bradley was there.

And that meant a
dead end for both of us.

A police officer masterminding
a hijack operation,

selling stolen properly,
killing a fellow officer.

Seems unbelievable.

Steve, it only takes one bad cop

to undermine the work
of hundreds of others.

In the courtroom, Della
told me where you went.

Fortunate for me that you asked.

You were taking a
pretty good chance.

Not really, Steve.

I had the best thing in the world
going for me: one good, honest cop.