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Hey, you need a lift?

Are you hurt?

Come on. I'll give you a ride.

A close call, lady.

At first I thought maybe you were
an insurance plant or worse.

Last time I picked up a woman it
cost me sixty bucks and my watch.

Not that you look like
you can handle a gun.

Wrestling match?

Where you headed for?

Where you headed from?

I'm very tired.

A nice night for the beach, wasn't it.

Until the fog came in.

"Let's stop here and look at the moon."

You dames. Kidding yourselves
it's for the scenery."

Maybe it bothers me
because I've got a kid sister.

You advise them and teach them decent.

Then the first guy that comes along
in a flight jacket and a convertible..

Okay, okay.

Anyway, you got away. You're lucky.

Yes.. I'm lucky.

After this, be more choosy, eh?

Dr Tuttle.
- Yes?

Your phone was ringing. About 9 o'clock.

Dean Rhodes at the university. He says
you're to call tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

"Was it only this morning?"

"Only this morning."

"Only this morning."

Well, as you've probably
already guessed by now.

Today's examination deals
with conditioned reflexes.

The subject at this time however,
is man. Not animals.

Man with his complex mind.

Continually bombarded by conditioned
stimuli of the environment.

Is even more a victim
of conditioned reflexes.

That we find in the poor
animals we study in cages.

Mr Roberts and Miss Duval, will pass out
the questions and blue-books, please.

The honor system is still in force.

Wouldn't you even say
hello to me, Bill?

This morning, I want you to
probe your own experiences.

Think of yourselves, your friends.

Your professors, if you like.

However, you may refer
to your subjects as..

Mister X, Mister A and Miss B.

By all means, be discreet.

But there is no textbook
and no laboratory..

Which is as revealing a study
as the people around you.

I..

I want you to think of yourselves
mainly when you answer these questions.

Think of your needs,
your hungers, your fears.

For these are the things I'm afraid.

Which rule most of us.

That's all. You have fifty minutes.

Twenty more minutes.

If any student has finished his test.

He may leave his blue-book on my
desk and he may leave the room.

Dr Tuttle.
- Mr Perry, please.

Question 14. I don't understand it.

Mr Perry, you are disturbing the others.

But if you don't understand a question,
step up here and I'll explain it to you.

Thank you.

Question 14. Oh yes.

What is meant by a "creative synthesis"?

Do you want a technical
definition or a case history?

No. I want a general
description if you know one.

I don't understand "creative synthesis".

Mr Perry.

You know a synthesis is a combination
of incoming and outgoing stimuli.

As in a kiss?

Yes. To use a minor illustration.

Minor?

It depends on the kiss.
Some can be pretty stimulating.

I'd like to see you when
you're mad, doctor.

Pretty soon you'll be
fixing your hairpins again.

Mr Perry, for some time I've had a
feeling I must have a talk with you.

With pleasure.

Meet me in my office at 5:30.
Be prompt, please.

5:30 it will be.

I just had to talk to you.

Why, what is it this time, Susan?
No luck with your exam?

I thought as my faculty advisor you
would have more understanding.

I do understand.

I understand you can't fall
in love every 2 minutes.

It's not like that. It's the
same one always but he..

Now, Susan.

You left your own country to
come over here and go to college.

What for?

To get married.

Now isn't that an awful
waste of time and money?

Hello Susan!

Hi!

But how can I help you if you
won't tell me what or who?

Because you wouldn't
approve of him either.

Everybody has warned me.

My girlfriend.

My mother hates him.
So do I. I hate him.

Yet, you go out with him?

There is a Prom tomorrow night.
He hasn't even asked me.

That I don't understand. If he makes you
so unhappy, why do you want to see him?

He only does it to hurt me.

He likes hurting me.

I'll kill him if he doesn't stop.
I'll kill him!

Hello Susan.

Professor, this is Harry Bryant.
- Hello.

Come on, I'll buy you lunch. Excuse us?
- Sure.

It's late. I've been waiting for you.

Oh Dr Tuttle. You were to meet
me in your office at 5:30.

Forgotten?
- Oh no.

No I didn't forget you, Mr Perry.
I left a note for you.

As a matter of fact, I've thought
it over. I want you to see the Dean.

I've called him about it.
- That wasn't very sporting.

We called people like that
tattle-tails back in grade school.

But it wasn't like that really.

I just pointed out to him what
an exceptional student you are.

You're too good to me.

But you had a few personal problems.
- How do you know my problems?

Mr Perry.

You are just too brash.

You may go up to my office and get
the note. It is all in there. Goodnight.

Dr Tuttle.. I'm in trouble already.

I'm always in trouble.

That's the trouble.

Alright, I'm fresh. I admit it.

Dr Wilma Tuttle, I apologize.

Deeply and fully and
sincerely, I apologize.

Very well, very well.

But you see the Dean. He'll
appoint you another advisor.

You know, you really
have a brilliant mind.

You just walked through my course.
- You've read my exam?

No. No, not yet.

But I'm looking forward to it.

I always do.

Well, goodnight again.

There goes my own bus.

My car is here. Please,
let me take you home.

I'm not taking you
out of your way, am I?

Nothing to do until 6:30.

Then I have to go to the airport.

Having a visitor to the Prom?
- No.

I was just interested.

If you were really interested, you
wouldn't throw me to the Dean.

My guardian is coming
down from San Francisco.

He threatens to take me out
of school and put me to work.

Well you mustn't let him do that.
- But he's a lawyer.

With him you need arguments.

You wouldn't do me a favor would you?
Have dinner with me. Give me some angles.

No. No, I..

Strictly as a consulting psychologist.

But he's expecting you.
- I'll see him later.

I'd much rather listen to you scold me.

You would?

Well, Mr Perry. You asked for it.

Overindulged by one
parent for six months.

Then over-disciplined by the
other for the next six months.

A split home, a split childhood.

It wouldn't matter if you weren't
intelligent and sharp, but you were.

You are.

Use that intelligence now,
to even out your life.

Tell me more.

Alright, I will if you
give me more to go on.

I can tell you, you have
a beautiful mouth.

I'll overlook that.

You say, you..

You never want to listen.

That's a bad balance. Self indulgence.

These things lead to danger, Mr Perry.

To yourself and to others.

Charming and poised one minute and then
erratic and poorly controlled the next.

I'm not so poorly controlled, doctor.

Right now, I'm.. resisting impulses.

There you go again.
Trying to divert my analysis.

And that's another symptom.

It indicates that deep down inside.

You're afraid I might show you you're
not as good as you think you are.

I do alright.

Oh, Mr Perry.

If you go on believing that, I warn you,
you will be an unhappy man.

After all that advice you deserved it.

Well I warned you.

Today we came a long way for it.

I think we'd better be getting back.

But I quite enjoyed it.
- Even the Martini?

I don't know why that surprised you.

I have an occasional
drink when I dine out.

Occasional cigarette?

Yes. I think I will, thank you.

You know, it is curious the
impression you get of people.

That I'm prudish.

Did you enjoy your fish?
- Yes, fine thanks.

Weren't you in here last week?

Yeah, I remember.

All that uproar on how to cook
that abalone you caught.

What in the world is "abalone"?

You don't know what abalone is?

Where are you from?
- Kansas.

You don't know what an abalone is?

No, I never heard of it.

It's a type of mollusc.
Beautiful multicolored shells.

You've seen the shells. They're used
for compacts in the high street.

Oh yes.
- They give me a kick.

That's what I was about to point out.

They look innocent, pretty.
Live on the rocks under the sea.

You have to dive for them?

I've some gear. Got it all in the back.

Goggles, steel spring to pry them loose.
You must keep them alive in a bucket.

Do you call it a sport?

It's the fight they give
you that's important.

It's dangerous.

They look soft and innocent.

They can really get you.

We must have left the highway.
- We are paralleling.

We'll be back on in a moment.

I want to show you where
I go after those abalone.

Well, it really is getting late.

Not that I'm worried about myself, but
if you're going to see your guardian..

Plenty of time.

You know this whole thing started with
your complaining about me to the Dean.

Now that you've come over to my side..

You're going to help me, aren't you?

We made the journey
in no time, didn't we.

Come on. Get out.

Sorry to give you such a jolt.

Come on.

Listen to those waves.
Almost seventy feet down.

Seventy feet.

Now I want to show you
the chances we take.

I don't like it.

I've always been afraid of the ocean.

Don't tell me you have conflicts?

It is the height.

Doesn't it frighten
you to dive from here?

You have to watch the tide,
that's all. Pick your moment.

The right moment is
everything, isn't it.

Mr Perry.

Where are you?
- What's the matter? Are you afraid?

Oh.. no.

I can't see you. I can't see anything.

I've got a couple of suits here.
Thought we'd go for a moonlight swim,

Maybe you are. I'm going home.

What's your hurry?

Stay and watch me swim at least.

I'm pretty good you know.

Let's go down to the beach.
Maybe you'll change your mind.

Come on.

You're even more
unbalanced than I thought.

Schoolteacher is upset.

Now you go ahead and take your swim.

But I'm going home.
- Alone?

You should never go home alone, Wilma.

Let me go.

Please let me go.

That's what I like about you.
I won't frighten you off

Nobody is going to hear you but me.

Take it easy, eh.

You are hurting me.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I..

I..

Oh you little firecracker.

Don't pretend you don't like it.

You wrote me a note, did you?
- My arm, please.

I've written notes to
you, too. A lot of them.

You won't tell anybody about this, will
you. You shouldn't be out here with me.

You're hurting my arm.

Please, my arm! Stop!

Stop it.. stop it.. stop it!

Stop it..stop it!

Stop it..stop it!

No.

Oh. Sorry to break in on you.

I'd have waited to clean. But it was so
late this morning, I thought you were up.

Have you been taking
sleeping pills again?

No.

Horrible habit.

Goodness knows whether the pain
in my leg is an excuse for me.

But you..

Oh please Mrs Conner, don't do that.

Very well.

What day is it?

Saturday of course.

And if you want to go
to the bank, you are..

Aren't you well?

Oh, you're all burning up.
I'd better get the doctor.

Please leave me alone. I'll be alright.

What about cleaning up the room?
- You can clean up later.

That's a fine good-morning.

Do you really want this
blouse thrown away?

What blouse?

This one in the wastepaper basket.

No, no.

No. It must have fallen
in there by mistake.

I am going to send it to the cleaners.

Now please Mrs Conner, leave me alone.

Oh, very well.

But it is nearly twelve.

If you want to go to the bank,
you usually go on a Saturday.

Well, here is your morning paper.

"No."

"Of course not."

"It couldn't possibly
be in the papers yet."

"And that blouse."

"I've got to get rid of that blouse."

"There is blood on it."

"The Police?"

"Why didn't I go to the Police right
away and tell them the truth about it?"

"But I couldn't."

"I was afraid they'd think I killed
him on purpose. But I didn't."

"I didn't."

"And even if they did believe me."

"The scandal would ruin my whole life".

"Everything I've worked for
and lived for would be gone."

"But he's gone."

"He's gone."

"He's gone."

Dr Tuttle?

Yes?

I'm Warren Ford.

Dean Rhodes sent me over.

It's about one of your students.

Dr Tuttle?

Yes?

I don't like disturbing you.

But I have only a few hours in town.

Ah, you couldn't have breakfast with me?

There is a little place I
know, just at the corner.

I'd be very grateful.

Five minutes.

Take ten.

That little tea-room. I'll wait there.

"The Dean couldn't possibly know yet."

"No-one could know."

"No-one ever will know."

"I took care of that."

"The man made a seventy-foot
dive and had an accident."

"That's the way I made it look
and that's what they'll think."

"It didn't rain."

"It should have according
to the weather man."

"Things don't always follow form."

"Mrs Conner is right."

"I am flushed."

"Oh.. my head,"

"My head."

"An aspirin will take care of that."

"Oh. If I could remember to
keep them in the right place."

"Yes. Yes, here they are."

"A cold, that's all."

"Or a guilt complex?"

"The way I acted with Mrs Conner."

"I must be more careful."

"I know what a guilt complex is."

"I mustn't let one destroy me."

"What's that?"

"Nothing."

"My imagination."

"Oh watch yourself, Wilma.
Watch yourself."

"The law makes
allowances for self-defense."

"So must I."

"Now, remember."

"Remember, you must feel that nothing
has happened to change anything."

"You must feel it."

"And understand it."

"Yes."

"Yes."

It will be a few minutes before lunch.
- Yes, I know. Thank you.

I beg your pardon. I'm Doctor Tuttle.

Oh, how do you do.
- How do you do.

You are very kind.

I'm.. I'm sorry you've been ill.

Oh, over-tired mainly.

You know.. I owe you an apology.

I guess I mistook your
gatekeeper for you.

A welcome mistake, I might add.

What will you have?
- Coffee, please.

You've eaten?

No. Just coffee,
that's all I ever take.

Two coffees, please.

No. No, thank you.

Do you..

You must think this very strange.

I'm Bill Perry's guardian. Warren Ford.

Do you know Bill?
- Yes.

You think highly of him as a student?
- Yes, I do.

He's a bad boy, Dr Tuttle.

Is he?

Confused.

Trying to make up for lost
time for his years in the army.

For one thing, he knew I was coming.
He also knows I have to get back.

I don't understand why you come to me.
- Because you can help me, if you will.

You see, Dean Rhodes forwarded
me an anonymous letter.

But I think we've traced it down.

It's one of your exchange students,
a girl by the name of..

Susan Duval.

Mr Ford, I know nothing
about Mr Perry's private life.

My point is, you know the girl?
- Yes.

I am.

I see she's one your
faculty responsibilities.

Yes, she is.

A so-called "nice girl"?
- Yes.

Slightly hysterical perhaps, but..

Maybe she has a right to be.

I've had jams with Bill before
but this time it looks serious.

What does the letter say?

That..

That she's in trouble.

But Bill won't speak to her.
Won't keep appointments with her.

He doesn't dare tell her mother.

As a lawyer, don't you think you
ought to handle this, Mr Ford?

How did you know I was a lawyer?

Perhaps it's because you're so
cold about this and so unfeeling.

I'm not unfeeling, it's..

It's just possible you know,
that she's lying.

May I have a glass of water, please?

It's right there, Dr Tuttle.

Sorry, of course.

What is it? I haven't shocked you?

In a way, yes.

I just never thought of Susan and Bill.

There's so many thousands
on this campus.

I'm sorry I have upset you.

Well, I'll understand
if you turn me down.

I don't know exactly
what you want me to do.

I want you to talk to this girl.

And find out if she's the one.
Bill won't help me.

Well, why don't you
talk to her yourself?

I don't want a scandal.

Next thing, she'll go to the Police.

Yes, of course.
Well, I'll do what I can.

Forgive me, Mr Ford. I really think I'd
best go back to bed. I'm awfully shaky.

Oh yes, certainly.

Ma'am. Check, please.

I really am grateful.

I have to catch the 2 o'clock plane.

May I call you in a day or two?
- Yes, do.

In the meantime,
I'll try to locate Bill.

Thanks again.

Dr Tuttle.

Dr Tuttle. Oh my goodness.

My doctor.

Please, my doctor.

All I can say is..

For a young teacher aiming to become
head of a psychology department one day.

You'd better hang on to
your health, young lady.

Oh, I feel fine now, doctor.

Was I delirious for very long?
- Oh.. a few days.

Wherever did you learn
life-saving, by the way?

What do you mean?
- Oh, you talked and talked.

I did?
- Yes, yes.

I hope I didn't say
anything embarrassing.

Oh no, no.

Artificial respiration is
what I made out of it.

"One, two, water out. Breath in."

Didn't she nurse?
- She certainly did.

Whose life were you
trying to save, Wilma?

Sometimes you got it all mixed
up: "Breath out, water in".

Perhaps it was my own life, doctor?

I did feel as if I were drowning.

But your lungs feel
alright now, don't they?

Oh yes.
- Good.

You can go home tomorrow.

Get this down, and take things easy.

Virus pneumonia is tricky
and no-one misses you.

Well. I have to go and deliver a baby.

The economics professor is
having one, believe it or not.

Well, so long Wilma.

Take care of yourself.
- Thank you, doctor.

Like to go out on the porch for a while?
- Yes, I would.

Miss Rice, what's been
going on the campus?

What have I been missing?
- You can read it all in The Curriculum.

The Prom was a great success.

Then of course, there is
that funeral tomorrow.

What funeral?
- Bill Perry.

You must know him.
He was a science major.

He was one of your students, wasn't he?

Yes, he was.. oh!

Sorry.

I must be weaker than I thought.

Oh well, it's only natural.

His guardian sent me that orchid plant.

Of course. That's right.

He's been staying over
at the Psi Upsilon Alpha house.

It's a dreadful thing that
happened to that Perry boy.

What did happen?

Was he sick long?
- He was drowned.

They only found his
body yesterday morning.

A terrible accident.

It happened on that rocky
stretch just above Malibu.

I really should call Mr Ford,
don't you think?

Well, yes.

Especially as these orchids
don't grow on trees every day.

Here, use this.

I want to pick up some charts.

Hello?

Will you get me the Psi Upsilon
Alpha House, please.

Hello?

Is there a Mr Warren Ford there?

Doctor Wilma Tuttle.

Where?

Malibu.

No.. no, there is no message.

Just tell him that Dr Tuttle called.

Thank you.

John Doe number 45321.

Identified as William Perry,
a student at California College.

Approximate time of death fixed sometime
between sunset and midnight last Friday.

Body discovered by one Fred White
a fisherman, north of Malibu beach.

At 4:55 Tuesday morning.

Body turned over to morgue.
Case to homicide.

On a palisade nearby, a Patrolman found
a car registered in the deceased's name.

Guardian Warren Ford
of San Francisco notified.

That's all.

Lieutenant, you found no
indication of foul play?

None.

Was there any evidence of anybody
being in the automobile with him?

We found no evidence that anybody was.

But, by the same token, we cannot say
for certain that somebody was not.

Had there been anybody in the car
there would have been fingerprints.

There were no fingerprints.

Alright. Thank you, Lieutenant.

We'll take your concluding
evidence now, Dr Odolard.

A three-line obituary.
I'll be next door.

In my opinion, death
resulted from drowning.

There were also compound
fractures of the cranium.

Severe enough to kill him.

But, as there was water in the lungs,
death I conclude, was by suffocation.

Doctor.. these head injuries.

You consider them in keeping with
a bad dive from the edge of a cliff?

I think he may have slipped
at the last moment.

Surely he became unconscious by hitting
the rocks, and slid off into the water.

Doctor.

One point. In..

In checking the lungs.

In the lungs, I found
a great deal of water.

Salt water. Several cups full.

Any further questions?

Thank you, Doctor.

Gentlemen, you heard all the testimony
and evidence known to myself as Coroner.

First, the Police report.

Mr Ford's comments, and the
opinion of our medical examiner.

Are there any further questions?

Then will you please retire
and consider the verdict.

Too bad about the boy, Warren.

He was a legacy. I've never
been too close to him.

A bad egg, huh?

You and his father were law partners.

You won a lot of important cases
together. I remember when..

I'm interested in your testimony
about the fingerprints.

Am I going to have trouble with you?

You said there weren't any.

There weren't.
- Not even the boy's?

Look, I'm tired. I've got cases.

There couldn't have been any prints. The
car had been out in the mist for days.

The weather might have taken
them off outside. How about inside?

None on the steering wheel, the
dashboard, the glove compartment?

Clean as though it had been
wiped with a damp rag.

Fog will do that.

So Bill got undressed, folded his
clothes neatly on the back seat.

Got done up to dive, and then wiped off
his fingerprints.. that's very logical.

Give it a chance, will you.

You've arrived at your verdict?
- Yes we have.

"We, the Coroner's Jury, Los Angeles
County, the State Of California."

"Find that William Perry met
death by accidental causes."

I now declare the
inquest officially closed.

Well, it took a lot of
pain to do that, huh?

Oh, it's better this way.

Easier on me.

People get careless when
they think a case is closed.

Where you going to start?

He had girlfriends.

When's the funeral?
- Tomorrow at the University Chapel.

Jerry, get this stuff
in the car, will you.

"Who is that man?"

"Not that it matters."

"Accidental death by drowning."

"It said so in the papers."

I just want to know who
the bereaved one is.

The name is Susan Duval.

But I would prefer to discuss
with you on Monday, Lieutenant.

Thanks for coming, Dean Rhodes.

You know it could wait, Dorgan.

It could wait until next summer.

Who is the boy with her?
- I don't know.

I'll see you around.

"Stop it, Wilma."

"Curiosity and the cat."

"Your conscience."

Hi, Doctor. Glad to see you again.
- Thank you, Professor.

"Confessing wouldn't
have brought him back."

"It would only have spread the
scandal all over the newspapers."

"I had to cover up."

"I had no guarantee they'd
believe me. I had to cover up."

The Minister sure made
old Bill sound like a hero.

"Yes. I did right."

"Better that he remain a hero."

Doctor Tuttle.

Doctor Tuttle.

Oh, Mr Ford.

I've been looking for you.

How are you?
- Alright.

I didn't even look for you, I heard
you were still in the hospital.

I got my doctor's bill this
morning. That cured me.

Sins catching up with you, eh?

I haven't had a chance to
thank you for that orchid plant.

It was beautiful. It helped a lot.
- Oh, good.

I'll see you later, Ted.

Is that man a relative of Bill Perry's?

You're good at keeping secrets.

That's a tough one.

He's a homicide officer.

Homicide?

He thinks Bill was murdered.

Why, I don't believe it.
- I don't like it either.

What would you say
if I bought you a drink?

I'd say thank you very much.
- Here.

I've.. I've got transportation at last.

Our homicide officer turned
Bill's car over to me.

A bourbon. Make it straight.
You sure you won't?

Cigarette?
- No thank you.

You won't faint out
on me again, will you?

You did once, remember?
- Yes, I did.

Mr Ford, regarding
there's no fingerprints.

If fact, because there weren't
any it seems to me..

That Bill wiped them off himself.

Yes, there are types who would.

No.. he was twisted. I don't
think he was that twisted.

Say, could you turn
down that radio a little?

I'm sorry. I guess the Minister's
few kind words got to me.

I never got to know Bill
very well. I should have.

Now, murdered.
Or suicide, which I doubt.

Not a very pleasant thought.

I need your help.

Your viewpoint. There's a lot of things
about college students I've forgotten.

Do you think he knew about Susan's
note to the Dean? Its contents, I mean.

I don't think so. Why?

Can I have another one of these, please?

The suicide hunch?

No, that boy was too
conceited to kill himself.

Well what do you think suicide is?

A little person who thinks his troubles
are all that matter in the world.

You hit me right in
my inferiority complex.

I mean seriously.

Have you never heard of a Doppelganger?

No.

I'm sure you're going to tell me.

A Doppelganger is a double-walker.

An extreme form of a narcissist complex.

You mean that Bill was
in love with himself?

From my knowledge of him,
he could have been, yes.

He'd turn over in his grave.

He was in love with women.

Thin women, tall women, short, young.

Ripe, unripe.

Uhoh.. there I go
embarrassing you again.

Let's leave temptation.

Well, anyway, we'll know more about
it after Dorgan talks with Miss Duval.

That's very sweet of you.

You won't think me ungrateful
however, if I don't eat it.

I received one of these once,
from a boy of twelve.

When I bit into it, the worm
was as surprised as I was.

It was the first time I'd ever seen
an angleworm in an apple.

It can be done I suppose.

This is not a very happy Monday morning.

I wonder if one of you from the back
would mind coming up, please?

Isn't Miss Duval here this morning?

She was called to the Dean's office.

Oh.

Which reminds me. I have
a call to make myself.

Professor Hurley planned to
lecture you this morning.

He is more thorough than I.

His lecture is written out.

Oh, Miss Parker. Would
you be Professor Hurley.

Oh, doctor Tuttle.

Excuse me, Dean Rhodes.

But Miss Duval here is one
of my faculty responsibilities.

I know all about this.
- You know.. about what?

Well Mr Ford told me about..
- Yes, I'm afraid I did.

She knows about the letter. I think
she may as well know about the rest.

It's up to you.

It's up to me, isn't it?
It's your office, I admit.

Dr Tuttle is a psychology professor.

Does make her any less
gabby than most women?

This is Lieutenant Dorgan.

Lieutenant, you don't
have to worry about me.

I don't approve of gossiping.

Is this the psychology expert you..?
- She could be helpful, Dorgan.

Alright, doctor. We forgive you.

But you're wrong about the suicide.

It couldn't have been.
You haven't seen the body.

The way the skull is smashed, the way..
- Stop! Please don't.

Lieutenant, just because there's some
sign someone might have killed him.

No some indication. Proof.

Proof. More than you
think I've got, Warren.

But who?

Why?

And when and how.

That's what I'm working on.

At the moment, all I have is a letter
that this little lady wrote to the dean.

I'm not going to have a baby.
It's not true. I told you.

Susan, why did you
write that letter, then?

I thought if I could get him to see me.

You know how much I loved him.
Oh, it's desperate.

The Perry boy treated her
so badly, she could kill him.

That's what she said.

She said it to you.

I don't remember her saying that.

It seems the Lieutenant has a
witness to the conversation, doctor.

Harry's been blabbing.

Why.. that's absurd.

If that's all you have against her.

An emotional remark made under
such circumstances is quite normal.

Susan couldn't kill anyone.

And why would I want to
anyway after he was so sweet?

Are you so sure you made up?

He asked me to the Prom.
Isn't that enough?

Does he always you ask you that late?
The Prom was the next day.

We hadn't spoken for weeks.
I told you that.

When did he ask you to the Prom?

Friday, in front of the gym. About 5:15.

He was so nice.

Where did you go after that?

To fix my evening gown. Get it ready.

I was so happy.

Alright, we won't go over that
again. I've got a good memory.

Forgive me Lieutenant, but I like to
know. If I'm to help Susan, I must.

Why try to help her?

Dorgan, take it easy. We all want
to help her, naturally. - Why?

Well, she's a young girl.
- Don't give me that.

Are you under the illusion
that youth means innocence?

Today. Kids killing their
parents, their grandparents.

Children killing children.

Sweet sixteen.

They murder their lovers.

I didn't.. I didn't!
- Leave her alone, Mr Dorgan.

Okay, doctor.

Let's take it from another angle.

I don't want you to think I'm
even looking for a motive.

Did you ever teach any
criminal psychology?

Yes.

Motive isn't everything, is it.
We've all got them. Dozens of them.

We don't all have the occasion.

Opportunity, that's the thing.
And after the opportunity to kill,

The desperation and cleverness
to cover it up.. right?

You are speaking of course,
of premeditated..

Not at all.

Given the opportunity, a man can
think up a motive. Scare one up.

I even remember a case that
was accidental killing.

The man hated the woman he
accidentally killed so much..

He killed her over and over.
Murdered a corpse, again and again.

That's very shocking.
- Never heard of it? - No.

I'll send you a book on it sometime.
- Thank you. I'd like to read it.

Well, that's all Miss Duval. I'm sorry.

You are not going to hold me?

No, just been a friendly
little get-together.

Oh, thank you.

We thank the Dean.

We thank you both.

Oh Miss Duval, one more thing.

The last thing Bill said as he left you
was that he was on his way to meet a..

Psycho.. what?

A cyclothymiac cutie.

Can you help on that, doctor?
What does cyclothymiac mean?

It's a psychological term.

A sublimated personality, isn't it?
- Yes, that's right.

It was one of the exam questions.

Not that I got the answer.

Describe a cyclothymiac type.
Someone you knew, preferably.

Remember?
- Yes.

Yeah. The proper definition
doesn't really matter very much.

I'm more interested in
Bill's interpretation of it.

I'd like to have a look at this exam
paper. Could that be arranged, Dean?

Dr Tuttle will turn it over to you.

Who knows? We might even find
out who he was with Friday night.

If I'm lucky.

I feel I could just go home and die.

A better idea would be to start
thinking up alibis, Miss Duval.

I will be seeing you again?

I expect so. Murder is small world.

But I told you where I was. I was home
with my mother the whole evening.

Sometimes we don't trust mothers.
They are likely to be prejudiced.

Can I drop you somewhere?

No, thank you.

You know, sometimes
I wish there two of me.

We generally do work in pairs.

The idea being, one can be mean,
and the other one nice.

You manage, I'd say.

In my next life I'll be a Minister.

Never have to pick on
anybody but the Devil.

Take you some place?
- Back to class, I guess.

Oh by the way, doctor. Where
can I pick up that exam paper?

Oh, I'm sorry. It isn't in
my office. It's at home.

When can I pick it up
at home? I'll bring candy.

Very well. I won't be there
until around seven. Al Marina Court.

No, wait a minute. Maybe not.

Let me take you out to dinner tonight.

We put you through a rugged morning.

Thank you. Thank you.
I'd like that very much.

Alright. Pick it up and bring
it to the office tomorrow.

It may lead us somewhere, right?

Yeah. Fine.

Not a bad idea, that
dinner angle, doctor.

Too bad I'm married.

Some guy.

He should be married.
That's his trouble.

He's not?

No. Too many murderesses
and lady pickpockets in his life.

A man does shy off, I suppose.

Yes. I suppose.

Would you believe that I was once
in love with a hatchet murderess?

Ha, really?

Of course, I was a little younger
then. One of my first cases.

You were in love with
her and she was guilty?

Who said she was guilty?

You are talking to her erstwhile
lawyer, I'll have you know.

What happened?

Oh, I got her off.

She was as pretty as a painting.

Ah, Mr Ford.

Afraid it's a little late for my class.

I think I'd better go right on back..
- Wait a minute. It's almost lunchtime.

Why not run over to your place and see
how Bill described a cyclothymiac?

No, sorry. I have a lunch engagement.
- Too bad, too bad.

Such a wonderful excuse to play hooky.

You are a bad influence, Mr Ford.

Seven or so?
- What?

Tonight.

Oh yes. About seven o'clock.

Goodbye.
- Bye.

"Cyclothymiac cutie."

"Oh no. He couldn't
possibly have meant me."

"He even asked me if I'd read it."

"No. But I'm looking
forward to it, Mr Perry."

"There it is."

"Describe a cyclothymiac type."

"Miss A is a cyclothymiac
whom I know personally."

"Miss A. Not Miss T. That's alright."

"Not as personally as I'd like
to know her. I admit it."

"On the surface she appears
calm. Sure of herself."

"She is however, distinctly afraid."

"And it is her fears that
make her charming."

"Fears?"

"She is undoubtedly afraid
of the dark at night."

"The shadowy corners. Because
she is alone, poor darling."

"I bet she even takes sleeping pills."

"But they don't help."

"She pretends of course,
that men don't interest her."

"But give her that certain look, and she
moves her hand to the back of her head."

"Not because her hair is becoming
undone as she pretends."

"So does every woman
put her hands to her hair."

"Oh it's so stuffy in here."

"It's.. a female gesture."

"We just do it. That's all."

"There. That's better."

"It isn't what he said, though."

"He said coming undone."

"That means long hair."

"Not because her hair is
coming undone as she pretends."

"But because her emotions
re becoming undone."

"She'd like to break loose,
but she can't."

"Look at her clothes dove
colors, over and over."

"Every new suit exactly
like the last one."

"Does she wear very sheer
stockings? Of course not."

"She wears and does nothing that would
put her in competition with other women."

"She prefers to ignore men rather
than to compete for them."

"How could he be so cruel?"

"She's a dear, nonetheless."

"I could go on and on
about her except.."

"Dear teacher, you didn't
leave me enough space."

"The idiot. The idiot.
I'll get rid of it. That's best."

"No.. no, I'll rewrite it."

"No I can't. It has to
be in his handwriting."

"And I can't pretend to
get rid of the book."

"Dorgan would be suspicious."

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute."

"Why do anything?"

"Supposing they do recognize
me from the description."

"I didn't meet Bill Perry
here that day."

"I didn't wait for him. I can prove it."

"That note I wrote to him."

"That note!"

Send Jerry in, will you please.

I've just spilled some ink.

I'll have to leave this
on for a couple of hours.

Yes, that will be alright.

Oh, Jerry.

Before I was ill, I left a note stuck
on my door for one of my students.

Oh yes. I saw it. It was
there all last week.

What did you do with it?
- Oh yes. It was incinerated.

Gee, I'm sorry.
Nothing important, I hope?

No, no. It doesn't matter.

Just a mimeographed schedule
I wanted to recommend.

Well, can't you get another
copy from the Dean's office?

What did you say?

I said, couldn't you get another..

Copy?

"Another copy."

"Copy."

I'll be back later with
the vacuum cleaner.

Yes, alright. Thank you.

Mr Ford?
- In person.

Am I early?
- No. No, I'm late.

There is nothing abnormal about that.

Count to three before
you come in, will you.

I'm not very good at arithmetic.

Well, here I am.

Are you hiding?

Yes. In a way, I am.

I don't go out very often.
It deserves some doing.

Make yourself at home.
- Thanks.

Nice little place you got here.

Where is the bar?

You won't recognize it.
It looks like an icebox.

How do you take your firewater?
- Oh, none for me.

By the way, I got out Bill's blue-book.

It's on my desk there, somewhere.

Anything interesting?

There is a note there that
might interest you, too.

"Why should they identify
me from his blue-book?"

"Dorgan saw me only once."

"And Mr Ford when I was sick
and later at the funeral."

"Cyclothymiac type."

"Hardly."

This is addressed to Bill.

Yes, it's one that I wrote to him.

I had forgotten about it until
I went to my office today.

He never came for it.

It's just a school note.
- It's written that same Friday.

There are several
paragraphs analyzing him.

I thought you might
like to read it sometime.

Yes, the Dean might have
handled him. You were right.

Too bad you didn't turn
him over sooner.

Sure you're not the "cyclothymiac
cutie" Bill had the date with?

A session with a professor, a date?

I doubt it.

Ha, I couldn't blame him.

Whenever you're ready.

Who are you?

It's brand new.

My whole month's salary. You like it?

Again.

There.

It's remarkable.

Your brains don't show a bit.

If I can help it, they never
do when I'm stepping out.

Of course, now you've spoilt it all.

Have you never heard of women
looking different in the evening?

I was hoping this was just for me.

Well, if it will make you
feel any better, it was.

The way I feel right now, I don't
usually feel until I bring a lady home.

In that case, I think we ought to go.
- Yes, I think we'd better.

I don't want the world
to miss a bit of you.

Now, you're sure you'd recognize
her if you saw her again?

Oh sure, sure.

Yeah.

"Lieutenant Dorgan.
Warren Ford to see you."

Send him in. Look, you wait in here.

We'll go on with this, later.

Good morning.
- Good afternoon.

How was your date last night?

You mean you forgot it?
- No, not that date.

I got to make a call.
- Use my phone.

Not this call. Thanks very much.

He thinks he's kidding me.

Tell him to have her drop in.
- Okay, Chief.

Now watch this.

He hardly even noticed it.
- He didn't even stop.

No, naturally not.
A rat is not complicated.

Man is. That's our problem.

Now suppose instead of a pencil in front
of a rat, we place this pointer there.

In front of a man.

Now the first time a man sees the
pointer he will probably step over it.

But suppose he..

Telephone for you, Dr Tuttle.

Oh.. I'm terribly sorry.
Forgive me, will you.

Yes?

"Hello Dr Tuttle."
- Yes?

No, I don't want Dr Tuttle. I want the
entrancing female I was with last night.

Warren, how are you?

I'm in class right now.

"Oh those lucky students.
I'm hard hit, though."

I'll see you tonight.

Sooner, you witch. You threw me such a
loop last night, I forgot the exam book.

Dorgan wants it.

You're with Dorgan?

"Yes I'm down here at his office."

"He wants you to bring it after
you're through this evening."

"He says he's got something
interesting lined up."

I can't.. I can't possibly.

Oh sure you can.
We can go out from here.

Only don't you forget the book, too.

If you start being as barmy as I am,
you know what people will say?

No, what will they say?

That it's spring.

I won't be able to get there
before 5:30, Warren. Is that alright?

That's alright.

Do you know where it is,
The Hall Of Justice building?

Yes, I know.

Thank you and goodbye.

"I can't take that book
down there. I can't."

I'm sorry.

Now, where were we?

Oh yes. Man and the pointer.

But as I said, the first time the
man will probably step over it.

But suppose he has to
pass it again and again.

Man, unlike the rat.

Is finally trapped by his own curiosity.

Against his will, he becomes involved.

What is it? Who put it there?
Why doesn't somebody pick it up?

He's torn. Diverted.

He shouldn't stop to bother
about it, but he can't help it.

Heindrick calls this "becoming
aware of the field".

A thought process that you
would probably call "reasoning".

But remember, sometimes
this process of reasoning.

May take a man out of his way.

Upset his plans.

It may even lead to
his own destruction.

The justice that lives in high places.

Kind of pretty, isn't she.

You know doctor, you
ought to sue the University.

Who makes up these yearbooks?

Did you ever see your picture here?

No. And if its dreary, I don't want to.

And don't you dare show it to Mr Ford.

Oh, not to Mr Ford, eh?

What is this?

Look, if I clear up this murder, will
you go home and give me a chance?

Yes, I guess I'll have to.
- Well, I don't want to hurry you.

But, you better start packing.

No, you're not that close.
- No?

Send in the witness.

The witness?

Since when have you
had that up your sleeve?

Since noon.

I like to show off a bit too, you know.

Thank you.

The witness to what?

The crime?
- I wish.

But, just as good.

A truck driver.

He picked up our killer
the night of the murder.

You are not impressed?

Oh yes.

Yes, I'm very impressed.

Well, it was a long-shot,
but it paid off.

First, I checked the transportation
companies along the coast.

To see if they had picked up a
woman anywhere near those bluffs.

Why a woman?

That, no-one can talk me out of.

Then the truck companies.
They didn't know, naturally.

Truck drivers aren't supposed
to pick up riders.

So to the drivers themselves.

A good witness?
- Perfect.

Cooperative. Got a good memory.

About a quarter past ten he said.
Near the Malibu line.

I suppose you still think
that Susan is the girl?

Yeah.. but if I'm wrong,
you can look at this.

A cute rogue's gallery.

Nice little bobbysoxers.

Here is your man, Chief.
- Come in, Hunter.

Sorry to keep you hanging around.

It's okay, Lieutenant. Except I
got to meet a girl for dinner.

Let's go, huh.. turn around, lady.

Wait a minute.

Are you kidding? That ain't her.

This is Dr Tuttle of California College.
She's one of Perry's professors.

Yeah? Well, it still ain't her.

No-one said she is.

On the level, you're a professor?

Maybe I should have gone
more to school, huh?

Look Hunter, you don't read
enough detective stories.

You don't think we let the suspect know
she's going to be identified, do you?

Color of hair, clothes. They
can be changed too easily.

Sometimes we identify
them with pictures.

Sometimes with moving
pictures. Step over here.

Warren, will you draw those
blinds for me, please.

Is this a gag?

Who's that?

You don't have to whisper.
They can't hear you.

Well, Hunter?

No.

No snap judgments, now. Take your time.

No, she was older. I figured she was
a married dame playing around.

Gee, I don't know, Lieutenant.

If I could only hear her voice.

You can have sound too.

You're still jealous of him!

I don't know why anybody
should talk badly about him.

Ah, that's a foreigner.

Your rider had no accent?
- No, not a trace.

Did she talk much?

Well, she was kind of beat up.
She didn't feel much like talking.

Or just smart, so you
wouldn't catch her voice.

Oh, I'd remember her voice alright.

I go for voices.

Are you sure you'd remember her voice?

Ah, sure, sure.

Did she give you an
idea where she lived?

I didn't ask. I don't like busting
in on people's business.

Now, if you've finished
with me, I'd like to go.

Just as soon as you look through this.

Kodinsky.
- "Hi, Chief."

Give my boy a nice, quiet corner
where he can look at a picture book.

"Okay."

If you want me, I'll be in the lab.
- Now look, Lieutenant. Forget my date.

I'm getting kind of hungry.

A young man has been
murdered, about your age.

You think it couldn't happen to you?

Well start thinking about it.

Duty first, and then maybe you'll
enjoy your dinner. Now run along.

Well.. what do you think?

Well, I think he was trying.

What does the psychologist think?

Quite clear and definite, I thought.

Well, Warren?

Suppose I tell you that I
never did think Susan did it.

I had to try him out on her.

The old back step?

I've only been sure all the time
that it's someone on the campus.

What kind of a guess is that?

University brains.
Our killer is a student with A+.

Smart.. come down to
the lab and I'll show you.

Why, I'd like to very much but we
haven't time, have we, Warren?

It'll only take minutes.
We've a table reserved.

I'll have to be telling you
doctor, what I told Hunter.

Duty, you know.

Sharpen it up, Blakely.

That's better.

What's that?
- Water.

A drop of water from Bill Perry's lungs.

You look sort-of exclusive back there.

Odor from the chemicals bother me.

Yeah.

That bubble-bath of yours
isn't exactly perfume, Blakely.

You'll get used to it.
- Well, quiz-kid?

Oh we've got to guess?
Let me see it again.

Small dots in the saline
matter. Some sand.

The straight, thin objects.
What are they? - Splinters.

They are slightly important.

What do we have here?

A tub.. and a bucket.

Part of Bill's abalone equipment.

Run your hand around the inside.

What do you get?

Splinters.
- Splinters.

From this bucket.

Well, you've got 32 dollars.

Want to try for more?

You mean the splinters
from the bucket are..

Right.. they drowned him.

Bill was already dead.

Water was drawn into his
lungs by reverse respiration.

Right, Dr Romley?
- No doubt.

I am amazed.

That is your privilege as
a university professor.

That's all for the slides, Blakely.

Do you people always use this method?

Of deduction?

Oh, a doubting Tom.

It just seems to me that with
the ocean full of splinters..

Not these splinters.

Oh.

Oh you checked them with
ocean driftwood, naturally.

Or was it just that this
bucket was so handy?

Caught with our experiments down.

Smart girl.

Remember, Warren. For your
defense counsel sometime.

Is that your interest in the lady?

No no. But I get that.

It won't make a difference, anyway.
- Just the same, better check.

Wait a minute, she got
something, you know.

Why would the killer use a
bucket when the ocean was there?

Exactly.

But Dr Tuttle, you assume he was
killed at the bottom of the cliff.

I'm not assuming anything, Dr Romley.
I'll leave that to your department.

Let's keep it friendly here.

At the inquest,
didn't Dr Odolard say..?

Dr Odolard could be wrong.

The wounds weren't
from striking the rocks.

I have the death weapon in there.

He was killed at the top of the cliffs.

The bucket filled, then brought up.

The body fixed up to look
like a diving accident.

Then pushed over.

What was the death weapon?

A steel half-spring.

We found it with the body.
Attached to his diving belt.

Proof?

Well, it's not hopeless.

Death weapons are nicer however,
with blood and bits of flesh on them.

But for the stuff that is cooking here
now, I'll grow Perry's hair on it.

If I have to.

Ghouls.

You miserable ghouls.

It was a little raw, I'll admit.

Raw?

Why, you only claim to
investigate murders here.

What you really do is invent
them like Genies out of a bottle.

Why or who killed him.
That doesn't matter. Not to you.

A front-page crime that you can't solve.

So you take it out on someone,
just someone. But quick.

That's all you care about.

I dislike this place, Warren.

Well, I guess that's that.
- Dr Tuttle.

Do you really think we fake evidence?

I'm not the first person who
thought so, Lieutenant.

Unfortunately, no. And part
of what you say is true.

We get mad. Over-anxious

Too many murderers do get away.

But we don't cheat.

If we did we could solve some of those
big, embarrassing black daddies.

Did you ever think of that?

Well, you probably will when
you're desperate enough.

I have great respect for you, doctor.

I had hoped..

That may be Hunter. I'll get it.

Do you prefer eyewitnesses?
Maybe we'll have one for you.

Will that please you?

Hello?

"Oh please dear God,
let me out of here."

"Let me out of here."

"I mustn't faint. I mustn't. I mustn't."

They were things I've
always wanted to say.

I didn't realize it until you said them.

But now wasn't the right time.
I don't think the right man.

I had the impression you liked Dorgan.

I dislike him intensely.

He's cruel and callous and smug.

He's awfully bright if he's
right about those splinters.

You'll be happy to know
our witness flopped.

The University is out?
- Not a face in the entire book.

You mustn't still be mad at me.
I'm a defeated man.

What to do with her when
she's like this, Warren?

Flowers, candy? A mink coat?

No. What am I saying. Champagne
with dinner and bill me.

I'll remember that.

I'm sorry. It wasn't you really.
It was that old witch-doctor in there.

Romley does make bad jokes.

Well, perhaps I make bad speeches.

Okay.

Yes, of course. Goodbye.

I'll check tomorrow.
- Have fun.

Don't do anything I would.

Hey, wait a minute!

The exam book.

Thanks. Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Anything else? I'm going home.
- Yeah. You got any cigarettes?

Ah, been to the library, I see.

Yes. One of these books didn't come from
a library. It was written by an amateur.

I found out a funny thing.

Our dead man had
a yen for our professor.

Can hardly blame him.

I'm talking about Dr Tuttle.
- Sure. I thought you were.

Had she ever been out with him?

You know, now and again a man's
got to remove his own blind spot.

But I sure hit one here.

After all the soap-boxes I've taken
on how anyone can commit murder.

What's so hard about this?

She's so nice. So intelligent.

So intense. So emotional.

Yeah.

This afternoon at the lab
I was trying to remember.

I was confused.

It just wasn't kosher.

You of course, so anxious
to have her like you.

You noticed that, huh?

She was desperate?
- Back to the wall. Fighting.

I'm no expert on women, but..
- Who is?

She was afraid I was going to
show her the death weapon.

I was about to, too.

What you going to base it on?

My hunch.

Anything better?

A little circumstantial
evidence wouldn't hurt.

I'll get that, too.

You're not against her because she
picked on you? Called you a witchdoctor.

She should know.. she's
clever with the magic herself.

She sure had you easy.

And Ford.. ha..

She's got him wound
right round her little finger.

Not deliberate.
She's in love with him.

Are you so sure?

Things aren't always like
they look on the surface.

She might go for you, given a chance.

Stop it.
- Yeah?

Say..

No wonder your witness
didn't recognize her.

When did she get rid of that style?
Same time as the other?

I'm afraid so.

She had a different
hairdo when I first met her.

Look.

Put your hand at the back of your head
like your hair's in a knot, will you.

I think I'm going home.

You had better look after yourself.

Overworked.

Your friend, Mr Ford.
Isn't going to like this.

Shut up.

I've got no friends.
- Goodnight.

"Pressured, these cyclothymiac types
swing violently between two poles."

"If the shift is often enough, occurring
with rapidly increasing tempo."

"When she is feeling secure
and her emotions are high."

"A big smile."

"Then some shock."

"Her nerves are unstrung."

So, all I have to do is to raise her up.

And set her down again.

Up.. and down again.

Up and down!

Send someone in to clean
the mess. I can't think.

Right.

I'm going out to enjoy myself.

Where can I reach you?
- Shut up.

Where has the music snatched you to?

I'm here.

No. I don't think so.

You're on some moonlit mountain.
- No. No, I'm not.

There's something different
about you tonight. What is it?

I just don't want to
fall in love with you.

Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of.

What's "wanting" got to do with it?

It's got a lot to do with it with me.

You mean it's inconvenient?

You mean Cupid has a timetable on it?
- Why no. No, of course not.

Well, I have my job here and you
have your job in San Francisco..

So let's consolidate..be rich.

We've universities in San Francisco.
We're not entirely ignorant out there.

Now the music has run away with you.

Are you married?
- No.

You've been married?
- No.

Someone else?
- No. No-one.

Well, where to now?

Would you like to dance some place?

No..

A show, maybe. Something diverting.

Diverting.

I know the most diverting place
in town. I'll take you there.

I hope you like this.

It's wonderful. You can't
hear yourself think.

I thought you'd like it here.

You know Warren, this is my first fight.

It's exciting.

And sometimes a little brutal.

What happened?
- Oh, he blinked.

Well, this is some preliminary.

He's hurt.

Say, that's my boy. That's the Kid.

Kid!

Kid San Fran.

Hi, Mr Ford.

I'm going to show these mugs down there.
- Good, keep it up. You're doing great.

Do you know him?
- Yeah, he's from up my way.

You know, I never noticed before,
he looks a little like.. you know.

A great little fighter.

Warren.

Scared by a little blood, doctor?

People getting hurt.

Attaboy, ace! Kill him.

Attaboy, ace.

Come on, Kid. You got fists. Use them.

Sorry, dear. It's only a fight.

Perry, you're hurting me!

I didn't mean to.

Wilma.

Is he alright?

Are you alright?

Why, yes.

Not for your first time.

Let's get out of here. It's bad air.

Hiya, Warren.
- Some fight.

Oh, hello Ted.

It looked for a minute like
they'd want me in there.

We need some air.

You didn't like it, doctor?
- Yes.

It was a little frightening.

Then who's the softy?
- I am.

I guess I am.

You think I was going to faint?
- I thought somebody was.

Staying for the main bout?
- You?

Stick around. I'll buy a drink later.
- We've already had your drink.

Say, how about that?

Don't worry. The bill is coming in.
Padded. Goodnight.

Come on.

Warren. Was it something I said?

But you're cross with me.

Was there something I did?
- I was just thinking.

Like those fighters tonight.

All of us end up sooner or later.

Scarred.

Inside or out.

Did you ever have a nightmare?

Without knowing.

Not remembering.

Until long after you had woken up.

Maybe it was mine.

Let's forget it.

Let's forget it. I'm sorry.

Warren, my head is bursting.

Would you mind taking me right home.

Well, here we are.

I bet you don't get
service like this often.

Thank you.
- Now, where is.. ah, over here.

Now, fortify it a little bit.

Warren, I want to talk to you.

Well, I'm here.

Hit the spot?

Yes.

Comfortable?

Well.

Talk.

Oh, it's funny.

A whole lecture room full of students.

That doesn't bother me, but..
- Do I bother you?

Yes.

No. No, not really.

Sometimes you make me think I do.

It's just that.

Well, I'm just so mixed up.
Warren, please be patient with me.

It's like tonight at that
fight. You see, I..

Yes, the kid did look
like Bill, didn't he.

Yes, he did.

To get so emotionally involved,
I ought to know better.

Emotion in the right direction is good.

Yes, I know that too.

Then why don't you look at me?

Because I see myself
in your eyes, Warren.

I don't like it.

A jittery schoolteacher.

Bad eyesight.
- No.

No. It's all a part of my mix-up.

Their own value on things.

What fears.

Fear of what people will think of me.

You know what I see?

I see a woman.

A warm, tender woman.

Whom I love.

Very much.

Oh, Warren.

A spinster's kiss.

I warned you.

No objections.

It didn't tell me much, though.

I'm sorry.

You sure there is no-one else?
- No, no. There is no-one else.

Old maids just don't adjust
very easily. That's all.

If only you looked like one.

It wouldn't be so difficult.

You'd better drink this.

You've got to get to bed.

You want the lights out?

Yes, please.

Window?

No. I'll do it later.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Alright.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Warren.

Goodnight, Mrs Conner. If we need
further information, we'll let you know.

And you won't say anything about this.
- No. - Goodnight.

Wilma.. Wilma.

Yes?

What is it?

I've got to tell you now what I've
been wanting to tell you all along.

No. Wait Warren. Wait, please.

I've had an afterthought too.

I was going to call you, Warren.

I want you to go back
home to San Francisco.

My work has been piling up so and..

Well, you're becoming more
and more involved in it.

I'm not involved.

I've decided to forget it.

I'm leaving tomorrow,
but you're going with me.

We're getting married.

Oh.

Oh no. I can't.

I can't. Warren.
- Nobody said "can" or "will".

We're going.

But Warren, be reasonable.
- Not about this.

Nothing to hold you here but
that two-penny job. What's that?

No. No it isn't my job.

What's the matter with these phones?

Hello. Get me the travel desk.

Warren, I haven't said yes.
- You did. You just didn't remember.

This is Mr Ford in room 203.

I want an early plane for
San Francisco tomorrow.

Yes, well I'll pick up.. hello..?

Hello!

No, no. That's okay.

I'll be in there myself
in a few minutes.

Yes, thank you.

Promise you'll be ready when I get here?

Yes, I will.

Only.
- No "onlys".

But what about Dorgan?

I'll take care of that too.
First thing in the morning.

And sometime I'll try to..

Goodnight, my darling.

Well, I want you to be the
first to congratulate me.

You practically brought us together.
- That's very sweet of you.

You didn't give her much of a chance,
sweeping her off of her feet like that.

When did they leave?
- 20 minutes ago.

"Now we got to catch a plane."

You couldn't give me a lesson now.

I've got a girl I'm after too.

Sorry.. well.

With or without your blessing.

Oh, say. If you get something new
on the case, drop us a line will you?

Mr Ford?
- Yes.

From Lieutenant Dorgan's office.
- What is it?

A personally engraved invitation.

Dorgan.

Dorgan!

"What kind of a game is this? Dorgan!"

Well, lucky man. I ought to punch you

Good morning, darling.
- Wilma.

How did you get here? Did he send..
- Oh, no no. Of course not.

I phoned her earlier.
She told me the good news.

He told me you would be here so I
came right down. We'll make it.

Why did you phone her?

Jealous like a bridegroom, too.

Sit down, Warren.

We were having a nice
chat until you barged in.

You know, when you're not
around I make progress.

Don't I, Dr Tuttle?

Warren, he wants to talk about the case.

I am very happy this morning.
Let's let him have his way, shall we?

Okay.

Only I hope you will leave us
alone at the altar, Dorgan.

Send in Romley.
- "Okay."

New evidence, I suppose?

No, no new. Just clear.

The main trouble has been
the spot you put me in, Warren.

Until now, as a detective,
you've been no help at all.

None.

Now, just when I'm going to take your
case to the jury I could use your help.

You need a defendant first, don't you?

Let's say we have one.

I am going to ask you to pretend
several things this morning.

Alright.. the plane is at eleven.

WE haven't got all day, Romley.

Sorry.

Morning, morning.

And.. congratulations.

Well, thank you.

Even after yesterday?

In one test-tube and out the other.

When a bride so blooming..
- Let's get to the exhibit, Romley.

Which first?
- The miniatures.

Oh where do you think
you are? In a courtroom?

That's exactly where I'd like you to
imagine yourself for a moment, Ford.

Dr Tuttle, would you mind
serving as juror number one?

But we do mind.

What is this sudden passion
of yours for games?

You see doctor, while not a Prosecutor,
as Investigator behind the prosecution.

I'm responsible for facts and evidence
in the case and how they are presented.

Yes, I understand that.

And judging from
your attitude yesterday.

I don't think I could
find a tougher juror.

So, if you would step down from
the jury box and come over here.

We'll examine the scene of the crime.

I don't know if you went there, Warren.
- Yes, I've seen it.

This is the car, here.

A pretty spot. A nice view.

Over here.. is a path.

Leading down to the ocean.

These are the rocks against
which the body struck.

Do you get the picture?

Yes.

Now if you'll just pick
up the death weapon

Wilma, you don't have to do it.

It's alright, Warren. I've never
been a juror. It doesn't bother me.

But you said yesterday it
was a steel half-spring.

This is a steel half-spring, isn't it?

Yeah.

Until last night, we couldn't figure the
position Bill was in when the blows hit.

Standing up, wasn't it?

Well, let's see.

Here is a reproduction
of Bill Perry's head.

In all of its gruesome detail.
Look here, Dorgan.

Gruesome, to you?
Why, you've seen thousands.

No judge would do this.

Wouldn't he?
You're getting rusty, Warren.

It looks just like him.

Will you strike the head, please?
Raise it up.

Strike.

Strike.

Go ahead. Strike.

Strike!

Again.. harder.. again.. harder.

Go on.. once more.. again.. come on.

Wilma, stop!

Stop.

Oh. I broke it.
- That's alright.

Don't take it so seriously, Wilma.
Dorgan, you're a fiend.

Get her some water, Romley.

I'm sorry.
- Alright, aright. Not your fault.

And did I prove anything?

The killer was sitting on the car floor
with Bill Perry leaning over her.

Then it was self defense.
That's what she proved.

Would you believe that?

When the killer so obviously
tried to hide what she did.

Well, I don't know about that.
- How many people would?

Warren, you know jurors. How they think.
She acted guilty. She is guilty.

Then you've got your case.
What do you need us for?

It's quarter to ten.

Warren, let's talk and clear
this up. Let's get to the alibis.

Alibis? You don't know
the time of death.

Close enough.

Alright my friend, so long
you're playing games.

Wilma.

Where were you that Friday night?

Dinner.. and a movie.

I don't know exactly.
- But you remember.

Now suppose you did.

Dinner at some restaurant
where you'd never been before.

Someone remembers you. Probably,
but just for the sake of argument.

They remember her. Go on.

You did go to a movie?
- Yes.

And there, a ticket-taker, usher?

Well, they saw you there. After that?

I went home.

Mrs Conner, my landlady. We spoke.

What time did you leave..
- My witness if you don't mind.

And under cross examination.

What time did you leave the campus?

About 5:15.

And then to dinner?

It doesn't take long to eat alone.

Or were you with someone?

I was alone.

At the movies about 6:30?

Home about midnight?

Well, I walked in between.

So did you Dorgan, right into it.
So she walked, a half hour, an hour?

You're going to say that because no-one
saw her, that was the time of death?

And here therefore, is the murderer?
- The time of death is close enough.

Dr Romney, you're a court's witness.
What time did Perry die?

Can't positively fix it.

Sometime between sunset
and midnight. That's the best.

Thanks.

Okay, honey. We'll be leaving.

We'll send you a postcard
from Niagara.

I'd like to ask one question.
- I'm sorry. - Just one. My word.

Unless you feel you have to run away?

Dr Tuttle.

It's no secret to you or
to anyone of us here..

But this is one murder I can't lick.
I haven't got a chance.

Unless I get a confession.
- Great.

So Wilma and I killed him. We admit it.

Happy now? Come on, honey.

Push the buzzer, Dorgan.

I haven't asked my question yet.

You want to ask me if
I killed Bill Perry?

But I have only one silly
question, don't you think.

When was the last time you saw Bill?

In class. Friday morning.

One of your students overheard you
making an appointment with him.

That's right, I did.
For 5:30 in my office.

But he didn't come. That is,
I didn't wait. I left a note for him.

I believe I showed it to you, Warren.
- Yes. Yes, she did.

In case my word doesn't count
for anything I think I have it.

Yes, here it is.

It explains why I
didn't want to see him.

I thought the Dean could
handle it better than I.

Why did you bother to write it twice?

Twice?

You're faking.
- Hands off, Warren. This is evidence.

Yes, I did write it twice,

Stupid of me I suppose,
but I had a reason.

A very good reason.

Do you know what fear is, Lieutenant?

I was frightened.

I saw the way you went after Susan.
You had no more reason to go after me.

Wilma, don't explain it.
- Why?

That note was proof
that I hadn't seen him?

And then when I found it was gone, I..

I asked the janitor about it. I didn't
realize that you'd been snooping around.

But anyway, I thought
someone had thrown it out.

I didn't know how exactly, but..

Somehow, someone had,

It never occurred to you that
Bill might have picked it up?

You knew that was impossible.

Because you had killed him, Dr Tuttle.

Wilma.

Oh my darling, I'm sorry.

I tried to warn you.

It's alright.

It's alright, Warren.

Bring in that warrant, Kodinsky.
- "Okay."

Nothing said here will count for
two cents with a jury. You know that.

Save the speeches for court, Warren.

Nice work, Chief.

Shut up.

I'm sorry.

The judge wishes to see you, Mr Ford.
- Thank you.

Now, now. Don't be so sad.

In a few minutes, recess will be over.
Then our big opening comes.

Take it easy. I'll be right back.

May I get some air?
- Sure.

Thank you.

I thought maybe you were
running away from me just now.

No.

I'm not frightened by
you anymore, Lieutenant.

You don't have to be.
My part in the case is finished.

A weak case, full of holes.

You know, you could lose
your job saying that.

Don't you worry about that. I'll go on.
Year after year. Dorgan the Cop.

The case gave me some bad moments.

Even an officer of the law is not
immune to charm like yours, doctor.

You are no ordinary suspect.

Do you think you could ever stop
thinking of me as a Policeman?

Oh, I have already.

You're Ted Dorgan.

You are a friend of the
man I'm going to marry.

If I have the chance.
- You'll get the chance.

You've got a great guy pleading for you.

Are you marrying him because
you're grateful to him..

Or because of the way
you feel about him?

I'm grateful to him of course,
but that has nothing to do with it.

I've heard you say you love him.

I do.

You sure you're not lying to yourself?

You know, you've always thought your
head was bigger than your emotions.

This whole trouble you're in.
Does it prove anything to you?

Is there some chance for me?

Ready, doctor Tuttle.

The State has charged my
client with first-degree murder.

A charge for which she is not guilty.

I would show you that in
this uncertainty called "life".

And this certainty called "death".

There is a very thin veil between
what we cause to happen.

And what happens to us.

Yes, there is a crime committed.

We do not deny that. But against whom?

Wilma Tuttle killed a man.

But out of pain and anguish
and in of self defense.

Her only crime and one to
which we do plead guilty.

Was that she concealed
what she had done.

This was her mistake.

Not her intention.

And for one's mistakes,
we must have only pity.

Out of fear, she killed.

And out of fear, she
concealed and evaded.

But if we are to hold Wilma
Tuttle accountable in fear.

Then the world must be held accountable.

For these fears are not born in us.

They are man-made.

From infancy on: what they'll
think, they'll say, they'll do!

"They" are now you,
ladies and gentlemen.

Wilma Tuttle no longer lives in fear.

She has paid her debt to fear.

Due to countless pains
of conscience and regret.

She faces you openly.

With the confidence of truth.

She made no voluntary action
toward the death of William Perry.

She acted in self-defense only.

So try her.

Try her as you must.

Honestly.

Impartially.

For her only real crime.

The crime of fear.

For she knows.

As I know.

With the deepest conviction.

That now that you've heard her story.

You will bring in a heartfelt verdict.

Of.. not guilty.

Don't look so gloomy.
We haven't lost it yet.

Oh, but we have.

T-G

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