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But what if he comes here?

Look, Sharon, there's
nothing to worry about.

Grover was probably
drunk or just sounding off

when he threatened to kill you.

Not kill me.

Just "mark me up," he said.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Come on. Give me the key.

Sharon?

- What are you doing?
- I called the police.

There's no need.

I don't think he'll
bother you anymore.

- Where is he?
- Over here, behind the couch.

It's Art Grover all right.

He's dead.

I... I killed him.

I killed him.

The police.

The police?

Why, Duke, what'll we do?
They can't find a dead man here.

Listen. Listen, Duke,
you've got to help me.

There's nobody else. I mean,
you know what it means right now.

I'm about to get my big chance,
the chance of a lifetime, Duke.

There'll never be another,

- not like this.
- But, Sharon...

Look. Look, all you have to do

is just take him out of here.

Uh, ah... Somewhere
where... Anywhere.

That would help both of us.

I suppose that, um...

Could you stall the
police for a while?

Oh. Yes, yes, yes.

I'll, uh...

- I'll straighten the room.
- All right.

All right, I'll take him
down the back way.

Okay, hold it there.

- What's your name?
- Uh, Stearns. Jake Stearns.

Look, I was just trying
to help the fella, that's all.

You were trying to help yourself. Let's
have it, everything you got off of him.

I have a watch.

This guy's dead.

I didn't hit him at all.

Look, he was just
sitting there like that

- Let's go, let's go.
- And I smelled the booze.

I thought he had passed out.

Look, sure, I heisted
his wallet and his watch...

I swear, Mr. Mason, I've
been following your advice

ever since that last fight when you
got me out of the contract with that,

oh, that crooked
bum of a manager.

You don't have to convince
me of a thing, Duke.

You can ask my boss.

I've been working like a
horse. I've been promoted twice.

Mr. Mason,

I've never been in any,
what you'd call real trouble,

until tonight.

At which time you went with
your girlfriend to her apartment

- because she'd been threatened by...
- Art Grover.

I was boiling mad
when I walked in there,

- as I told you.
- And you had a fight with Grover.

Now, you didn't get me down
here at midnight just to tell me that.

You're my lawyer, right?

And what I tell you, it's not
supposed to go any further,

just man-to-man?

Whatever you tell me, Duke, won't
be divulged without your permission.

In that fight with Grover

I killed him.

But it was an accident,
I hit him too hard.

He hit me first so you could...

Well, if the cops
find out, I mean,

you could tell them it
was self-defense, right?

You left the body and
did not call the police?

Sharon called them.

But, uh, before we
knew he was dead.

Then before they came, I
took the body out of there

and just before I called you, I dumped
the body in an alley off Hill Street.

But why, Duke, why?

I was trying to help Sharon!

She's got this big chance to be
the White Snow Princess on TV

and in the magazines
and all that.

And something like this
happening in her apartment,

well, it would louse
her up for sure.

All I could think of was I had
to get the body out of there.

The fact that you killed him
accidentally, that can be explained,

possibly by a manslaughter
charge, a self-defense plea,

though a professional boxer's
fists are a deadly weapon.

But how do we explain that
you carried the body out of there?

- I don't know.
- I don't know either.

- What are you gonna do?
- Call the police.

- We'll go down there.
- No.

Listen, you said you wouldn't
tell anybody what I told you.

Duke, every minute you wait before
reporting it, you're hurting yourself.

Look, Mr. Mason,
since I was a kid,

I've got this thing
about being closed in.

If they put me in
a cell, I'll go nuts!

Now, listen, Duke, we'll
explain exactly what happened,

we'll prove self-defense and show
that your girlfriend was threatened.

And suppose they
don't believe any of it?

It'd louse Sharon up for sure
and it won't do me any good either.

They'll put me in a cell.

I'd do time at the least.

Duke, this isn't gonna be
easy for you or for Sharon

- but a man's dead and you killed him!
- He was a first-class rat!

I'm not sorry for him!

All right, Duke, I'll go
along with you this far.

I'll try to find out if the body's
been found and the cause of death.

But tomorrow morning when
we've had a chance to think it over

and we know how to plead,
we are going to the police.

I don't have to think it over!

I'm not gonna tell the police
anything and you're not. You can't!

No matter what I told you,
you can't tell them anything.

Yes? DUKE: It's Duke. Let me in.

Duke.

- Sharon.
- Oh, Duke.

Duke, it's 3:00 in the morning.
I've been worried sick over you.

You didn't come
back, you didn't call.

Sharon, we've gotta talk.

What did you tell the
cops when they got here?

Where were you?

What did you do with the body?

If I don't tell you, you don't know.
If you don't know, it's better for you.

Now, answer me, what
did you say to the cops?

Oh, well, they just
asked some questions.

What kind of questions?

Well, like why did I call
them and what happened?

And I said someone
was robbing my apartment

and, uh, I heard
them inside and...

- You didn't tell them I was here?
- No, of course not.

I said I'd seen a man,
a stranger, in the hall,

and I'd asked him for
help and he came inside,

and he chased the robbers out,

and then disappeared
before I could get his name.

And they believed that?

It's an awful lie
but they believed it.

Sharon, I'm in a bind. I
don't know what to do.

Nothing. Duke, do nothing.

My lawyer, I just talked to him.

- He says I gotta turn myself in.
- Turn yourself in?

But why? Duke, Art
Grover was rotten.

Besides, it was an accident.

They'll lock me up,
Sharon, in a cell.

I'll go out of my mind!

Oh, Duke.

Duke, you're in
this because of me.

I should have called the police
when Art Grover threatened me

but I should never
have involved you in this.

Sharon, honey,

it's my fault. Really.

I lost my temper. I bungled it.

And now if I go to the cops,

I'll have to tell them about the
body and that'll make a liar out of you.

It'll kill your chances
for that big job.

Oh, don't worry about me.

So I lose the job.

I'm just concerned about you.

Oh, Duke,

they'd put you in a jail.

Tiny cell, maybe
without even a window.

You won't... You won't tell anybody
what happened here tonight, will you?

I mean, if the cops ask you
questions, you'll stick to your story?

I hate to put you on a
spot like this, Sharon,

but I gotta know
you'll stay by me.

Oh, Duke, of course I will.

Of course I will.

Well.

Perry, Paul.

Somebody must be in real
trouble to get both of you down here.

Just wanted to see what
your Records Section has

- on a man we're interested in.
- Art Grover. Do you know him?

Art Grover. No, doesn't
ring a bell. A client?

Just checking him up.

Well, I'm in an expansive mood.

Come on in. I'll
give you a hand.

Honey, you got anything on
a fellow named Art Grover?

My name is Millicent,
lieutenant, not honey.

And I just this minute sent a
file on Arthur Grover to Homicide.

Well, you're way ahead of me,
Perry. I didn't know he'd been booked.

- Where are we holding him?
- In the morgue, I hope.

Time of death was
estimated at 8:20 last night.

Oh, I get it, Perry.

We picked up your client
for the murder of Art Grover.

Make sheet says, "Arthur
Grover, age 36, vital statistics,

three arrests by bunco, served
two terms Washington State Prison."

Mm-hm.

Who are we holding?

Boy, you really picked yourself
a prize package this time, Perry.

"Drunk and disorderly,
assault, petty theft, shoplifting,

carrying a concealed weapon, one,
two, three convictions for mugging.

Petty theft."

That Jake Stearns is
really something, Perry.

Report says when they picked him
up he was working over the body.

You want me to dig
out a file on Art Grover?

No, I'll, uh, drop by your
office and look at it, Steve.

Well, I suppose you wanna
see Jake Stearns, Perry?

- No, thank you, Steve.
- Well, then why the inquiry?

- What's all this about?
- Thanks, Steve. Thanks a lot.

Perry, they've got the wrong man.
You're gonna have to get Duke to...

Do you have a dime?

I'll be with you in a
few minutes, Steve.

Duke, Perry Mason.

You no longer
have a choice, Duke.

Another man's being held
for the murder of Art Grover.

I can't turn myself in.

That guy that they picked
up didn't do it, so he'll get off.

I got myself to worry about.

It's a cinch you're
not worrying about me.

Well, I am worried about you.

I'm worried because the longer
you put off talking to the police, the...

I should have kept my mouth
shut. I never should have told you.

Now, you just
forget it, everything.

Uh, Duke.

Well, Paul, he
won't turn himself in.

Which puts you in
one heck of a spot.

There must be more behind
this than Duke's admitting.

His refusal just isn't rational.

He can't be such a
darned fool that he...

Look, I'm going to
Duke's apartment.

I want you to start with
Homicide's report on Art Grover.

Learn everything
you can about him.

- What about Sharon Carmody?
- I'll see her.

- How much time do we have?
- No time.

There are only three things I can
do: try to talk Duke into surrendering,

so far a lost cause, press
Sharon Carmody or...

Or you can turn
your client in yourself.

I'd be breaking my word
to him and I can't do that.

And I can't stand by silently while an
innocent man goes on trial for murder.

All set, baby? You're next.

Rudy, please.

How can I feel inside like
the next White Snow Princess

when my agent calls me baby?

I'm sorry, princess.

If you knew how I feel...

You can make it,
can't you, Rudy?

Because your part in this
is just as important as mine.

While I'm on camera,

you have to be in that booth
holding Madam Rosa's hand.

You have to convince her that
I'm the greatest thing since...

Well, since... Since white snow.

I'll do my best.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, remember, Rudy,

remember way back

when we first heard about
the White Snow contest?

You told me what the odds
were and I said I still wanted to try.

I know.

And now here we are.

Just one more step

and I'll have the biggest
assignment in the business.

I'll be the White Snow Princess.

I'll say one thing.

Nobody could have worked
harder, done more to get the job.

Good luck, baby.

The tryouts for the White Snow
Princess have been taping all day.

Three finalists.

Sharon Carmody goes on next.

But you can see her when
she finishes, Mr. Mason.

Thank you.

The purity of fresh,
wind-driven White Snow

in each and every
White Snow product.

Cleanliness is
next to godliness,

and at White Snow,
purity is our watchword.

The fresh, clean, distilled
essence of all that is good

and unspoiled and clear clean.

Whatever White Snow product
you select to protect the health,

the clean sweetness of
your precious, precious family,

you can be sure that the White
Snow label is your guarantee

of absolute, unsullied,
unadulterated purity.

You have the word of
your White Snow Princess.

- Uh, how well-educated is this girl?
- I don't... I'll find out.

No marriage? No divorce?

No, Madam Rosa, absolutely not.

She's a perfect symbol
for your products.

Are you an agent?

Our next finalist,
Ms. Sharon Carmody.

Sharon is ready, Madam Rosa.

I am your White Snow Princess

and I bring you
greetings and good wishes

from the sincere and able
people at White Snow Castle.

Who are dedicated to
the purity and goodness

of the products we prepare
for your sacred castles,

your homes.

You who have already tried them
have sensed immediately the purity of...

Uh, this girl, tell
me about her.

She's a sweetheart,
a real sweetheart.

What I mean is she's
not faking that princess bit.

She is a princess. You can
sense it just by talking to her.

What about her personal life?

- You know what I mean.
- Perfect.

She's not like the other
girls in this business.

She's, like, clean.

She's got respect for herself.

Of absolute, unsullied,
unadulterated purity.

You can take the word of
your White Snow Princess.

Rudy, how did we do? Rudy... Oh.

Ms. Sharon Carmody?

My name is Perry Mason.

I'm attorney for a friend
of yours, Duke Maronek.

Duke?

Uh, is he in some
kind of trouble?

I think you know what kind of trouble
he's in, don't you, Ms. Carmody?

Why should I know?

I haven't seen Duke for, well...

Well, let's see, it's been...

It's been days.

I understand you knew a man
from Seattle named Art Grover.

Yes, I know him.

He was found dead
in an alley last night.

The police have arrested
a man for his murder,

a man with a felony record.

Should that mean
something to me?

Look, I won't pretend that
I'm sorry about Art because

well, if you'd known him,

what he was like...

The police are convinced that
this man Stearns killed Grover.

They're charging
him with murder.

I see.

Is that all you have to say?

What more should I say?

Ms. Carmody,

I appreciate why
you're doing this,

and what the White Snow
assignment means to you.

I can even appreciate that you
think that you're helping Duke

but you're mistaken.

- Lies can't help him.
- Lies?

What lies? I haven't
told you anything.

Often the thing we
should say and don't

can be more of a falsehood
than an out and out lie.

Mr. Mason, you never really
told me what you want me to say.

At the present, I'm
not free to spell it out,

but you can't allow a
miscarriage of justice

simply because you wanna
protect your friend or yourself.

Eventually you'll
both suffer for it.

Sharon, are you decent?

I've just been to Duke's
apartment, but he's moved out.

Now, if you know where
he is, and you are his friend,

I'd suggest that you try to convince
him to get in touch with me right away.

I've got a feeling
we're in, Sharon.

In her own way the old
girl practically flipped.

And I'm dying.

Would you have a drink?

Hmm?

Oh.

Water?

I need a doctor.

Well, keep trying.

It's obvious by now that he's hiding
somewhere or that he's left town.

If Drake calls in from Seattle,
please tell him to check with me.

Yes, thank you.

With all the men Paul has looking
for Duke, you'd think they'd find him.

If by some miracle
Duke should call,

get in touch with me
right away, I'll be in court.

Your Honor, the
evidence is overwhelming.

The defendant, Jake
Stearns, is a chronic felon.

He has operated in this same
manner for the past ten years.

He has multiple felony
convictions on his record.

He was apprehended by police...

Sure, I'm gonna do my best for you,
Jake, but I'm a lawyer, not a magician.

- It's a bum rap.
- It's always a bum rap.

You were going over the body.

The dead man's wallet and watch
were found on the defendant's...

Jake, your best bet is to take
your chances with the jury.

The dead man's blood was
on the defendant's clothing.

I can't refute a word
the Deputy DA's saying.

Had patrolled the alley minutes
before and found it empty.

There's no way
out for you, Jake.

There's no reasonable doubt
that Art Grover was murdered

or that Jake Stearns...

Jake, you don't have a
witness, an alibi, a shred of proof.

They ain't gonna railroad me.

I didn't kill that guy. I swear
before all that's holy, I didn't.

Jake Stearns therefore be
bound over to Superior Court

for trial for the
murder of Art Grover.

Your Honor, if the court please,

I have information
vital to this case

and I request that I be heard
in chambers as amicus curiae.

In all my years of practice,

this is one of the most difficult
things I've ever had to do.

I must either violate my
responsibility to my client

or violate my
responsibility to the court.

Then you have no
real choice, Mr. Mason.

An attorney's first obligation is
to the administration of justice.

My client, Duke Maronek,

admitted to me that
he killed Art Grover

and left the body in an alley.

So Mr. Stearns was guilty of
robbery but surely not murder.

I told you so.

Grover had to be stiff
before I ever touched him.

This guy Duke knocked him off and
lucked into letting me take the rap.

Take the defendant out,
bailiff. You gentlemen sit still.

Thanks, pal,

I never figured a guy like you would
ever turn stoolie for a guy like me.

Have him rebooked on
that charge of robbery.

Your Honor,

you must realize that we
were acting on the facts we had.

And you had no questions?

You were completely satisfied

that the defendant in this
action was the murderer?

And I suppose you,
as public defender,

were prepared to challenge
Mr. Vincent's case?

Well, I...

No, sir, I was, uh...

Your Honor, for the purpose
of a preliminary hearing,

we felt that we had enough

and by the time
we went in to trial...

Well, the police
had a few things that

well, were not quite clear.

Lieutenant?

Your Honor, for one thing, according
to the medical examiner's report,

"Art Grover's death was
caused by a blow to the head

apparently inflicted
by a blunt instrument."

Now, when we went
to pick up Jake Stearns,

- he had no such weapon on him.
- What about a fist?

Well, it obviously
wasn't Jake Stearns.

It could have been
your client's, Mr. Mason.

Duke Maronek was a
professional boxer, wasn't he?

I apologize, Your Honor.

Make your apologies to
Mr. Stearns, Mr. Vincent.

Mr. Mason, does your client
know that you've, uh, turned him in?

I've tried every way possible to get
in touch with him, to reason with him.

But two things apparently
have driven him into hiding,

his loyalty to a friend and a
psychotic fear of imprisonment.

Frankly, I don't think he would
have agreed to come forward.

I think he'd die, he'd kill himself,
possibly, before he'd turn himself in.

He's liable to get
that opportunity.

Duke Maronek killed Art
Grover by his own admission

but by accident
and in self-defense.

Duke is not a murderer.

Innocent men don't run
generally, Mr. Mason,

and murderers
can't keep running.

We'll find him.

And when we do, I'll try to
remember that fine distinction

that you have between
murderers, killers.

- Goodbye, darling. I'll be back about 6.
- Bye, dear.

Good afternoon. I'm Paul Drake.

I called Mrs. Bronwyn earlier.

Paul, it's so good to see you.

Please don't give me away.

It's been a long time,
Paul. You look wonderful.

- And you look wonderful too, Fern.
- Thank you.

Oh, Paul, this is my
husband, Dave Bronwyn.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Paul called earlier,
I forgot to mention it.

He's in Seattle
just for the day.

We haven't seen each other
since we were in school back east.

Well, I was going out

but this is the kind of an occasion
when we ought to open a bottle.

Well, that'd be great but I really
only have just a few minutes.

Oh, you run along, darling.

Next time Paul's in
town we'll throw a party.

I'll hold you to that.

It's a pleasure knowing
one of Fern's old friends.

Thank you.

- Bye, darling.
- Bye.

I apologize for that, Mr. Drake.

Well, you see, Dave
doesn't know about the past.

It's all right, Mrs. Bronwyn.

I didn't call you or come
here to make trouble for you.

How did you find out about me?

Well, if there's anything
thicker than thieves...

Well, private detectives
often work together

and that's how I got a lead on you
when I was checking on Art Grover.

I haven't had anything
to do with Art Grover

since two years before I was
married and that's three years ago.

But you don't deny you
were part of the badger game

he ran up here in Seattle?

He ever tried to get in touch
with you since your marriage?

Why should he? It was all over.

I'd been a fool
and I realized it.

I'm married to a
fine man, Mr. Drake.

Mm-hm. And a wealthy one.

Didn't Grover threaten to
expose your past to your husband?

What do you mean?

You know what I
mean, Mrs. Bronwyn.

You made out three checks at
six-month intervals to Art Grover,

one for a thousand,

one for 2,000, one for 2,500.

Oh, my.

I didn't know what to do.

He promised the last time that
he wouldn't bother me anymore.

I'll bet he made the same
promise the first two times.

No, the last time was different.
He wanted something that I have.

He told me that
if I'd give it to him,

he could make a big score
and he wouldn't bother me again.

- Did you give it to him?
- Of course not.

It was the only
protection I had.

I suppose now with Art
dead I have to deal with you.

I wanna see what you wouldn't
show Art Grover. That's all I want.

- What choice do I have?
- None.

All right.

Well, I don't have it here but I'll bring
it to you at your hotel later, all right?

Thank you, Mrs. Bronwyn.

I'm gonna trust you, Mr. Drake.

And I'm gonna trust you.

Sharon's the bystander
who ends up getting hurt.

She's no bystander, Mr. Blair.

Art Grover was killed
right here in this apartment.

Duke Maronek admitted this
to his attorney, Perry Mason.

If you implicate
her in this murder,

have her name plastered
over the papers, on the radio,

she can kiss the assignment
with White Snow goodbye.

I don't seem to be getting
through to you, Mr. Blair.

It's not a question of my implicating
her, she is already implicated.

Now, do you have
anything to say, ma'am,

or does he do all
your talking for you?

Lieutenant, I wanna help.

In a way I'm
responsible because...

Well, because Duke came up
here to protect me from Art Grover,

and if I hadn't asked Duke to help
me he wouldn't be in all this trouble.

Then you admit that you
saw two men in this apartment

and witnessed the murder?

- She wasn't a witness to it...
- I wasn't talking to you!

You know, you seem
to know everything.

Were you present? Were
you here when it happened?

- We don't have to answer questions.
- You think not?

How would you two like to be held
on suspicion of being accessories?

Lieutenant, please,
can't you understand?

I feel indebted to Duke.

What kind of girl
do you think I am?

Then listen to me, Ms. Carmody,
and listen to me carefully.

I want two things from you,

corroborate Duke's
story to his attorney

and then help me find the guy.

In return, you won't be involved,
the newspapers won't have a story

and you can go on being Miss
Snowplow or whatever you wanna be.

Now, that's my deal.

I want an answer.

Now, you wait.

You answer it.

All right, lieutenant, it's
true what his lawyer said,

but I'm sure Duke
didn't mean to do it.

He just got so scared, that's
why he carried the body out.

Hello?

Hold a minute.

Truthfully, I don't think I
could bring myself to turn him in

even if I knew where he was.

Now, where are you?

I hate to put Sharon on
the spot like this, Rudy,

but I gotta get
out of town, fast.

My lawyer put the finger on me.

I need a couple of hundred.

Say, 300.

Duke, the cops are here now
and I know they've got the airport,

the train station, the
buses all covered.

You'd better play dead for a
while until this quiets down.

Look, Rudy, can you
let me have the money?

When? How soon?

As soon as the thing
cools down, a few days.

Duke, I've got a place up in the
canyon. I'll tell you how to get there.

It's just a shack but there's
groceries and a couple of bottles.

You can stay there a few days

until I can sneak up there
with the money for you.

Lieutenant, Duke's a
big, tough-looking fellow

but in some ways
he's like a little boy.

Like this thing he has
about being closed in.

He won't even
get in an elevator.

He doesn't like the
doors closed in a room.

Ms. Carmody, are you
gonna tell me where he is?

- I don't know.
- Well, I don't believe you.

Until you decide to help me,

don't count on being Miss
Snowplow or whatever.

I think you're in this and I'm
not going to keep it a secret.

The cop, Drumm, how
did you get rid of him?

He's going to...

We can forget about
White Snow, Rudy.

We're not forgetting what
we've been working for,

not after all we've been
through, All that I've been through.

But he wanted me
to tell where Duke is

and won't believe I don't know.

Well, I do. That was
Duke on the phone,

and as far as I'm concerned
Drumm can have him.

Rudy, he's in this because
of me. You can't turn him in.

You think not?

Just watch me.

All right, Mr. Blair,
you've got your deal.

As far as I'm concerned, you
and the girl are well out of it.

Look, you, uh, won't tell
him how you found out?

No, Mr. Blair, I won't tell him.

This is Lieutenant Drumm.

I want you to send all cars
to Canyon Extension Road.

Set up roadblocks on
Randolph Avenue, Sleigh Drive

and Cabiness Road.

The shack is located on Hill
1184. Exercise extreme caution.

The suspect is heavily armed.

Try to take him alive but if he offers
any resistance, protect yourselves.

I just got in from Seattle
and I have something for you.

You know, this is
a funny business.

- You look under a plain old rock...
- Meaning Art Grover?

Meaning Art Grover, and you never
know what you're gonna turn up.

In this case a lady from Seattle
who used to be Grover's partner

in a slick little badger game
they ran there, Fern Bronwyn,

now a respectable matron and
that's the gist of what she told me

about their little
shakedown operation.

"A beautiful girl as a lure, important
men in compromising situations."

This took a little doing but I finally
talked Fern into giving me this,

on condition we
keep her out of it.

You know, Paul, I
have a terrible feeling.

About what?

I may have put the
finger on the wrong man.

All set, pal, the
brass ring and all the...

- Who are you?
- I'm a friend of Sharon's.

Sorry, friend, not today.

No friends, no visitors,
no nothing. Out. Now.

- Who are you, her keeper?
- The guy who got her a big chance

and the guy who's gonna
see she doesn't blow it. So...

I'm still gonna wait.

No, you're not, friend.

Nobody sees Sharon today
until it's over and she is in.

Well, just a minute.

You try throwing me out and
Sharon will be out, permanently.

That sounds like a threat.

Take it any way you
want. That's the way it is.

You can wait in here and as soon
as it's over, I'll tell her you're here.

Now, uh...

You just sit there. You
can see it all on the monitor.

Hi, Bill. Well, what's going on?

- Well, nobody's come up or down.
- Well, that's good.

That means he's still up there.
Don't let any traffic through. Let's go.

And now Madam Rosa
Bruening of White Snow

would like you to meet her
brand-new White Snow Princess,

Ms. Sharon Carmody.

You'll see on this
rehearsal, Madam Rosa,

you've made a very wise choice.

And here she is, your
White Snow Princess.

Thank you.

And thank you, Madam Rosa.

I am your White Snow
Princess and I bring you greetings

from the sincere and able
people at White Snow Castle.

Who are dedicated to
the purity and goodness...

Good...

Oh, no.

Of all the dirty,
stinking, lousy tricks!

No, no, no!

- No!
- Kill the sound, quick!

You.

I thought you wanted
to stay out of this.

Well, I did but, well,
after you left, I got worried.

I wanted to see
how it would turn out.

Well, come on, you'll
have a chance to find out.

No!

No!

No!

No!

Why did you do it?

Why did you put that
picture on the monitor? Why?

That picture might
save a man's life.

Sergeant, it's up to you
to get us there on time.

And we're all going together.

Don, here.

Duke!

Give yourself up before
someone gets hurt!

I told you, I don't
wanna hurt anybody!

We don't wanna
hurt anybody either.

Okay, Sam, let's
use that tear gas.

See if you can lob a shell
into that window over there.

- How's it look?
- Nobody has come up or down.

Let's go.

Let's try one more.
That ought to do it.

Steve, wait.

Perry, what in the devil
are you doing here?

If there's anyone this man wants to kill,
it's you for blowing the whistle on him.

Maybe you're right, Steve,

but I have to talk him
into giving himself up.

No chance.

Well, I'm gonna try.

Mason, what are you doing here?

Are you trying to
make me kill you?

I'm trying to save
your life, Duke.

I don't wanna kill you any more
than I wanted to kill Art Grover,

but that doesn't mean I won't.

I'll give you a ten count
to get out of here, Mason.

One.

Two.

Three. MASON: Listen, Duke,

you didn't kill Art Grover.

Are you nuts?

Two days ago Perry told the
judge that Duke killed a man.

Now he's trying to make
Duke believe that he didn't.

I told you how I slugged him,
knocked him behind the couch

and when I got the
lights on, he was dead.

But it wasn't
Grover you slugged.

It was Rudy Blair.

Grover was already
dead behind that couch.

He was there when
you entered the room.

I don't believe it. Four.

Five.

- Six.
- Duke, I promise you.

- It's all true.
- You're lying.

Just like you were when
you promised to keep quiet.

Art Grover was killed because he
threatened to expose Sharon's past

and ruin any chance to
win the White Snow contract.

Then it was Rudy Blair
who knocked off Grover.

No, Duke.

Rudy Blair only helped the
murderer pin the killing on you.

But who?

Who would have done that?

This is Lieutenant Drumm.

There's a girl going down
the hill in one of our cars.

Stop her at the roadblock.

I stopped her. She's all right.

We've got her, Perry,

and alive.

Yes?

Perry, you have a client out here
who's complaining about his bill.

Will you see him?

Have him come in
and bring the statement.

Mr. Mason, I came here
to pay my bill and now I...

I told him there was no bill.

Look, I appreciate it, Mr. Mason,
but I owe you a lot more than money.

Sit down, Duke.

You don't owe me a thing. I owe
you, if nothing else, an explanation.

- I know what you're gonna say...
- Duke, I broke a promise to you.

I want you to understand why.

You see, some lawyers prefer

not to know whether or
not their clients are guilty.

I've never gone along with that.
I've always wanted to know the truth.

Well, the thing is, I didn't
know the truth to tell you.

I guess I really goofed that first
night I came here to talk to you.

I should have done what you
told me then and turned myself in.

You should have seen
Perry those next few days,

when another man was
being held for the murder

you said you had committed.

If anyone was ever on
the horns of a dilemma...

Right now, I've got a dilemma.

Do I wave my fist at
you and pound the desk,

and yell and make
you take my money?

Or do I ask you two to go
to one of the nicest places

on the Strip and order the
biggest steaks they've got?

Would that also include the
biggest bottle of champagne?

Ha, ha. Right. And maybe one
of those flaming desserts to boot.

Your dilemma I can solve.

Let's go.