All language subtitles for Perry Mason 1x08.English

Waiting for someone?

Thanks for a wonderful dinner,
darling.

Have a good time
at your bachelor party.

- It's your last.
- I know. My loss is my gain.

- Good night, Anita.
ANITA: Good night, Dane.

- Anita?
- What?

You're not unhappy, are you?

I mean, about Dane and me
getting married?

Why should I be?

Well, he used to date you before me,

and you seemed
so preoccupied tonight.

You're imagining things.

To me, your dream boy
is just another man.

Is your Aunt Louise coming out
for the big event?

Mm-hm.
Probably on the morning plane.

- Well, we'll be working.
- Oh, I sent her a key.

Why don't you leave these
and let me do them?

- You have a date tonight, remember?
- Right. Thanks, honey.

Gee, I have a million things
to do tonight.

Fix my nails and pack some things
I wanna take, rinse out the stockings.

Will you be late?

Yes.

- See you.
- Have fun.

You're late.

- Well, why the deep freeze?
- You said we were going out.

There's lots of time. It's only 9:15.

Don't tell me you're still burning over
your roommate hooking Dane Grover.

You never had a chance with him.

At least he's not hiding
behind a wife.

That's no way to talk about a man
who's practically divorced.

Oh, don't be like that.
You know how I feel about you.

Either we go out tonight
or I'm through.

All right. Soon as I change,
we'll drive up the coast someplace.

- Now, be nice.
- I'll wait in the car.

But I won't wait long.

MAN [ON RADIO]: There you are,
a roundup of the week's hit tunes,

brought to you
by the Old Lamplighter.

The time is 9:58, and--

Oh, Anita, you frightened me.

- I'm sorry.
- You said you'd be late.

Well, I decided I was a little too tired
for nightclubbing.

Look, you're wearing yourself out
before your marriage.

Why don't you go fix us
some hot chocolate

and we'll both turn in and talk, huh?

Okay, I'll make it
while you take off your makeup.

Fay?

Fay.

Come on, say hello to Aunt Louise.

Oh, come on.
If I can be awake at my age, Fay--

Fay?

Fay. Wake up.

Anita. Anita.

Anita, wake up.

Anita.

[PHONE RINGS]

AMY:
Clay's Bar and Grille.

Excuse me, Mr. Mason.
Your answering service is calling you.

No rest for the weary.
May I take it here at the counter?

- Yes, sir.
- Thanks, Amy.

Uh-huh.

Hello.

Who?

Louise Marlow? Well, put her on.

Louise, what are you doing in town?

I can't wake either of them. They've
been drugged or something, Perry.

I've got to get a doctor for them
right away.

I'll ring my doctor.

While I'm doing that,
you call Hollywood 2-1799.

That's my secretary, Della Street.

Tell her I'm going to pick her up
immediately.

And, Louise, don't worry.
We'll be right over.

[DOOR BUZZES]

LOUISE:
Oh, it's so good to see you.

Wonderful to see you.
Oh, this is Della Street, Louise.

- We met on the phone.
- Hello.

MASON: Dr. Hawley get here?
- Yes, he's in there with both of them.

He said they've been had
an overdose of barbiturates.

- Any idea what caused this?
- No.

She's getting married in three days
to Dane Grover.

That's why I came on,
for the wedding.

- How'd you get in downstairs?
- Fay mailed me a key.

I wasn't supposed to come in
until the morning plane.

HAWLEY:
It's a good thing you made it earlier.

The brunette had never seen
the morning.

That's your niece?

- How about the other one, Bill?
- An overdose too, but not too bad.

Della, would you put this
in some boiling water for me?

Sure.

They drank something brownish,
probably chocolate.

Are they coherent?

The blond's semiconscious.

The other one
has a long way to go yet.

Was Fay happy
about her coming marriage?

Ecstatic. He's a rich young man,
a fine family.

Louise, you didn't find any sort of note
or anything, did you?

Something you might be hiding?

Chief, could I see you a minute?

Couple of unwashed cups.
It was hot chocolate.

Probably enough residue
for analysis.

- Better leave them for evidence.
- Right.

Louise, why don't you see
how the girls are?

- Let's take a good look around here.
- For what?

A note, a letter, something
to explain this. It's no accident.

Desk, clothes, everything.

- That's odd.
- What?

- Two keys.
- They're both from the same building.

One's from another apartment.

Whose purse?

DELLA:
Fay Allison's.

Here, put that stuff back.
We're going up to 702.

- Must be a sound sleeper.
- Well, much as I hate to intrude...

What's going on out here,
a convention?

Some people like to sleep nights,
you know. It's 2:30.

Is he dead?

Very dead.

- Scotch.
- What are you looking for?

Lipstick on the glass.

There isn't any.

- There certainly is on his forehead.
- I know.

Someone bid him
a fond but unfriendly farewell.

Been wiped clean.

- Calling the police?
- Naturally.

And since we might be implicated,
I want Tragg to know about this.

Then we're getting out of here.

It's too nice a night for visiting friends.
I wanna go dancing.

I thought we settled that downstairs.

Look, we can drink here
or take Carver along with us.

- Big deal.
- Will you come on?

Or do you wanna go back to the lobby
and argue some more?

You shouldn't have led a spade
in the first place.

- You didn't have to raise the bid.
- You're just stupid.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

Well, that does it.

Open up, Carv.

Is this gonna go on all night?

DON:
We only knocked once, little girl.

SHIRLEY: The people that just
went in there made enough racket.

I've got insomnia.

Good. If he's got company,
he doesn't need us.

Hey, wait a minute.

You're a real big evening.

You know, that couple upstairs
is going to remember us.

Yeah, I better get rid of this
before Tragg gets here.

Check the name on the mailbox
for 702, will you?

Yeah.

[DOOR RATTLES]

Just a minute, Della.

Hello, Louise?

Do what?

Have the doctor
get a private ambulance

to come to the service entrance.

Take the girls down
in the service elevator.

Tell the doctor I want them in
the sanatorium as quickly as possible.

I'll explain later. Have you got it?

Yes, yes, all right.

Clicked shut on me.

The name on the mailbox
is Philip Walsh.

The dead man's cufflinks
were initialled C.C.

Well, the people in the hallway referred
to whoever lived there as Carv.

[SIREN WAILING]

Come in, gentlemen,
we've been expecting you.

Mr. Mason.

You the one that called
about a body in 702?

Yes. The name on the mailbox
is Walsh. Philip Walsh.

A body in 702?

- Well, that's Carv's apartment.
- Isn't Philip Walsh his right name?

No. No, his name is Carver Clement.

But we weren't in the apartment.

They were. The woman across the hall
said he had company,

and these two were coming
from that direction.

DON:
That's right, sergeant.

I think we'll all just go upstairs
and wait for Lieutenant Tragg.

Shall we?

So you never saw
this man before, huh?

- Not alive, lieutenant.
- Didn't know him?

MASON:
I've told you.

Maybe you know the woman

whose clothing is stashed away
in the closet in there?

I'm afraid not, lieutenant.

TRAGG:
How'd you get into the building?

Rang the bell,
waited for an answering buzz.

Well, you got no buzz out of him.
He's been dead since 9 or 10:00.

I rang Apartment 604.

Mrs. Louise Marlow, an old friend
of the family, just got into town.

Rang 604 and wound up in 702?

Why didn't you use your key
downstairs?

Now, don't ask me what key, Perry.

I mean the key you used
to get in here.

- Who said I had one?
TRAGG: Woman across the hall.

- You searched me.
- Yeah. We searched him too.

He didn't have one, either,
and he lived here.

Lieutenant.

A clear set of prints
on the glass that was here,

but the one that finished him
was wiped clean.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello.

Yes, Weiner, speaking.

Yeah?

Good.

Yeah, that explains a lot.

Well, that's interesting.

I just got a report
on the dry cleaning marks

on the women's clothing in there.
They belong to a Fay Allison,

Apartment 604.

Well, that's Louise Marlow's niece.

She and another girl, Anita Bonsal,
share that apartment.

Well, let's trot down to 604
and visit them, shall we?

Louise, Mrs. Marlow,
this is Police Lieutenant Tragg.

- How do you do, lieutenant?
- I understand you're visiting here.

Yes, I came on
for my niece's wedding.

Oh, I'd like to congratulate her.
Where is she?

Well, she isn't here.

What, at 3:00 in the morning? Is she
in the habit of staying out all night?

Well, she and her roommate
went someplace.

TRAGG: Not where she
usually goes, I'm sure.

There's a dead man in Apartment 702,
Mrs. Marlow.

His name is, or was,
Carver Clement.

And the place is loaded
with clothing belonging to your niece.

You're mistaken.
Fay is being married Saturday.

- To Dane Grover.
- Is she?

Oh, if this gets into
the newspapers...

It will. But if you wanna keep it
to a minimum,

you'd better tell me where she is.

Fay and Anita
are both at the Crestview Sanatorium.

- Why?
- An overdose of barbiturates.

They can't be interrogated
until tomorrow.

Well, that's a funny thing
for the prospective bride, isn't it?

She must have been real happy
about something.

- I'll see you there in the morning.
- Yes, I thought you would.

Are you calling to have them moved?

I'm calling Paul Drake,
my private investigator.

Dr. Hawley saved your niece's life.

We may have to save it again, Louise,
along with her reputation.

And when I woke up, I was here.

I just don't understand
what happened.

I mean, I've never taken a sleeping pill
in my life.

Did Miss Allison?

Well, yes, she--

She's sort of the nervous type,
you know? Kind of high-strung.

What were you girls doing
last night?

Well, I was gonna go to a movie.

TRAGG:
Did you?

No.

I'd seen everything
at the local houses,

so I came back home.

Miss Allison seem glad to see you?

Well, yes, I guess so.
She never likes to be alone.

Why is he asking me all this?

I think you'd better tell her,
lieutenant.

And help her conceal evidence?

So that she can properly phrase
her honest answers

without you reading your own
interpretations into them.

We're not in court now, Perry.
This is a routine police investigation.

Which is meant to collect facts,
not fix guilt.

In the interest of my client, I--

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello.

Yes.

It's for you.

Lieutenant Tragg.

Uh-huh. I see.

Good.

Thanks.

Now, if--

We won't need the prints now,
Harlan. You can get back to the lab.

HARLAN:
Okay. I'll see you later.

You were gonna fingerprint me.
Why?

Miss Bonsal,
did you know Carver Clement

or ever hear Miss Allison
mention his name?

No.

TRAGG: He leased Apartment
702 of your building.

But he used the name Philip Walsh,

because he already has a wife
and family elsewhere.

He was given a fatal dose of cyanide
last night.

Well, what has that got to do
with Fay and me?

That's what I want to know.

Who made the chocolate last night?

- Fay did.
- Thank you. Thank you, Miss Bonsal.

Well, are you ready
to meet your client now, counsellor?

But I didn't put anything
in the chocolate.

Why would I do that?

If I'd wanted a sleeping pill,
I'd have taken it.

Tragg, why do you keep assuming
that she doctored that chocolate?

Have you have a better explanation?

The doctor suggested
that we keep this short.

All right, just one more question.

How well do you know
Carver Clement?

- Carver--?
- Clement.

I never heard of him.

Short enough, Perry?
Anything you want to ask?

Not right now, thanks.

No, I didn't think you would.
Not in my presence.

Well, goodbye for now, Miss Allison.

May I ask you something, Tragg?

I was waiting for you to ask.

You wanna know
why I brought Harlan out here

to fingerprint the girls, and didn't.

- Touch�.
- That phone call I got from the lab.

Both girls work
at a guided-missile plant.

Their prints are on file.

You want more?

- You know I do.
- Fay Allison's prints

match the ones on the glass
in 702.

DELLA: Morning, chief.
- Morning, Della.

- How'd it go at the sanatorium?
- For Tragg, fine.

For us, rotten.

No interruptions till I finish with Paul
unless it's Dane Grover.

PAUL: Hi.
- Hi, Paul.

Scene-of-the-crime photos.

I had a friend smuggle duplicates
out of the police lab.

Well, they matched Fay Allison's prints
with those on the extra glass in 702.

Also the brand of toothpaste
in the bathroom along with the clothes.

- You know what I think?
- What?

You ought to check out.

Paul, I happen to think
Fay Allison is innocent.

What you think
won't mean a thing to the DA.

She was having an affair
with Clement.

He wouldn't let her off the hook
to marry Grover, so, cyanide cocktail.

To be charged with murder
and lose the man anyhow? No.

Not if she removed evidence that
could connect her with the apartment.

That's what she's preparing to do

when her roommate
came home unexpectedly.

- There's a hole in it.
- Show me.

She could have put Anita to sleep
and then gone after those clothes.

- People do get rattled, you know.
- There's another thing.

There were no prints
on the murder glass.

She wiped it clean
after Clement shoved off.

I see. Why do that and leave
her own prints on the other one?

Exactly.

Yeah, that's something
to wonder about, all right.

What did you get on that couple

who were going to see Clement
as Della and I were coming out?

Uh...

Vera Payson and Don Ralston.
Ralston handled Clement's taxes.

Vera is a party girl.
Their time's accounted for.

Dinner and a few nightclubs
before they ran into you.

Yeah.

In the upstairs corridor
with the street door locked.

How did they get up there?

Clement was in no shape
to press any buzzer.

You think they knew someone else
in the building?

Well, that's for you to find out.
Check every lease, every tenant.

All right.

You know, the way they spoke,
they'd had an argument in the lobby

before they came up.

How long were you in 702?

Oh, a minute.
A minute and a half, maybe.

If they argued at any length,
then took the elevator up--

Somebody else might have pressed
the buzzer in Clement's apartment

and then scrammed
before you got there.

And Clement had no key on him.

No key to his own apartment.

Then there's this.

- So she kissed him goodbye.
- No, suppose a man did that.

A man might have smeared on
some lipstick and planted that.

Yeah, it'd be pretty shrewd at that.

What man? Dane Grover?

Suppose he'd heard about the affair.

You know what that can do
to some men.

Suppose Clement had told him.
Just to wreck the wedding.

Clement was just the type who might.
He was ruthless.

He'd do anything
to hold on to what he wanted.

Or get rid of what he didn't want.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

- Yes, Della?
DELLA: Mr. Grover is here, Mr. Mason.

Tell him I'll see him in a minute.

Use the private door.
And work on that tenant list.

PAUL:
All right, Perry.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

- Yes, Mr. Mason?
- Tell Mr. Grover to come in now.

- Mr. Mason?
- Yes. It's good of you to come.

What choice did I have?

They don't make it sound very pretty,
do they?

You believe in her, don't you?

Well, it doesn't matter what I believe,
I'm in love with her.

- How about your family?
- I'd rather not discuss that.

I know it'll cost money to help her.
I have money.

If it takes more, let me know.

The best thing you can do for her,
Mr. Grover, involves more than money.

It involves loyalty.

- I'll stand by her.
- No matter how bad it gets?

Your family isn't the type
that likes to see its name

in print anywhere
outside of the society page.

If you're not gonna stand by her,
make the break now.

- Don't wait till she goes to trial.
- I don't like being pushed, Mr. Mason,

- by you or my family.
- I'm asking only for your help.

Now, did you know Clement?

- No.
- I'm not sure your fianc�e did, either.

I'm not even sure
Clement was killed by a woman.

Might have been a man.

There's something you should know
in case the police find out.

I had Fay out to the house on Sunday
for the first time.

I was showing her around
after lunch.

The gardener was working
on some gopher holes.

We've had some trouble
with them lately and Barney was...

- ...spreading poison.
- What sort of poison?

A preparation of cyanide.

I'm going to go over this--

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello.

Just a minute, I'll see if he's in.

It's our eminent district attorney.

Burger? I'll take it.

Hello, Hamilton. How are you?

No, no, I was just going.
I'd be glad to join you.

Right. Bye.

"Let's have lunch"?

I could feel him grinning
right over the wire.

Get Paul. Tell him to call me
at Clay's Grille about 2:00.

Right.

- Dessert, gentlemen?
- No, thank you.

No, thanks.

Well, now that we've had the lunch,
which isn't why we're here,

why are we here?

You have an insidious mind, Perry.
Tell him, lieutenant.

Oh, well, let's just say that we've
discovered that your client, Fay Allison,

as recently as last Sunday,

was very interested
in the potentialities of cyanide.

- Cigarette?
- Oh, no. No, thanks.

No, he's worked that on me before.

Yes, I know.
Pass them out, light them up,

- meanwhile he has time to think.
TRAGG: Yeah.

You're acquiring wisdom, Hamilton.

Lots of people
are interested in cyanide.

- It kills rodents.
- And humans.

Only lots of people
don't go leaving their clothes

and their fingerprints
around dead men's apartments.

One set of fingerprints on a glass.

It'll do nicely.

- Phone call, Mr. Mason.
- Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, yes, Drake, I did.

I want you to do something for me.

See if all the apartments
at the Mandrake Arms

are completely furnished.

Yes, I know that. I said completely.

Identical dishes and glassware,
for instance.

Right.

You're pretty cute, aren't you?

A girl washes a glass,
her fingerprints are on it.

Somebody swirls a little scotch
in a glass

and it puts it someplace else.

It won't do, Perry.

You're gonna need
more than speculation.

I've got her nailed and you know it.

You're not sure, Hamilton,
or we wouldn't be here.

I asked you here to give you a break.

I know. You'll accept a reduction in
charge from murder to manslaughter

if I plead Fay Allison guilty.

- She is guilty.
- I don't think so.

You're gonna let her stand trial
for first-degree murder?

- You're risking her life.
- I'd rather risk it than ruin it.

Thanks for the lunch.
I'll see you in court.

PAUL:
Hi.

- I thought you'd still be here.
MASON: What did you find?

Not a thing.

I checked and rechecked every tenant
on lease or sublease.

I couldn't link a single one of them
with Carver Clement.

Perry,
why don't you get some sleep?

You're gonna need everything you got
tomorrow. This Burger's out for blood.

And he's got
a hundred sharp knives.

All I want is one broken blade.

Well, I hope you come up
with a miracle,

or Fay Allison's gonna be sitting
in the gas chamber just as sure

as Burger wants to be governor.

I know.

All rise, please.

This court is now in session.
Judge Randolph presiding.

Be seated.

The State v. Fay Allison.

- Ready for the defence.
- Ready for the prosecution.

Mr. Ralston, would you look
toward the defence table, please?

Do you see anyone there
that you recognise?

RON: Well, yes, sir. Counsel
for the defence and his secretary.

Where did you first see them?

In the hallway of the Mandrake Arms
on the 7th Floor,

coming from the direction
of Apartment 702.

Apartment 704
is in that same direction.

Now, do you know for sure which
apartment they were coming from?

- Well, yes, 702.
- And how do you know that?

Because when we came down
to the lobby, police were arriving.

They had been called by Mr. Mason
to investigate the murder.

Mr. Mason admitted that.

BURGER:
Cross-examine.

Mr. Ralston,
when you and Miss Payson arrived

at the Mandrake Arms,

the street door was locked,
was it not?

Yes.

And did you have a key
to admit yourself?

No, we rang the bell
to Carver's apartment.

Was that ring answered.

Yes, the buzzer clicked
and the door opened.

Did you and Miss Payson
go up to 702 immediately?

No, we didn't.
We stayed in the lobby, talking.

About what?

Well, Vera didn't wanna go up
to Carver's apartment.

She wanted to go to another club.
We'd been to several.

About how long
did that discussion take?

Oh, I don't know.
A few minutes, maybe.

Was the elevator
on the ground floor at that time?

Yes, it was when we first came in.
Then the door closed and it went up.

Then you had to ring for it?

- Well, that's right.
- Was it occupied when it came down?

RON: No.
- I object, Your Honour.

This line of questioning is irrelevant.
I move to strike it.

It is entirely relevant, Your Honour.

Whoever rang for that elevator used it
to move from one floor to another

within the building.

And then Miss Street and I used it

when we left Apartment 604
to go to 7th Floor.

What point are you trying to establish,
Mr. Mason?

That Mr. Ralston and Miss Payson
were already in the building

when Miss Street and I
went to the Clement's apartment.

And since Clement
could not have answered their ring,

it must have been answered
by a person or persons unknown.

Your Honour.

The counsel for the defence
is making a very broad assumption.

There are 48 apartments
in the Mandrake Arms.

Any tenant visiting any other

could have used
that elevator within the building.

Objection sustained.

No further questions.

Miss Shirley Tanner to the stand.

- Hey, you did good up there.
- Well, I told him the truth.

- Can we go now?
- Shh.

Order. Order, please.

Well, I'd been having difficulty
sleeping,

so naturally, the commotion
in the hallway disturbed me.

I got up to see what it was.

And when you opened the door
to the hall, what did you see?

I saw him going into 702.

- Mr. Mason?
SHIRLEY: Yes.

He was taking the key
out of the lock.

BURGER:
Your witness, Mr. Mason.

You live at the Mandrake Arms
in Apartment 704,

- don't you, Miss Tanner?
- Yes. Yes, I do.

This is a photostatic copy
of the lease for that apartment.

It is a one-year lease signed
last August by a Mr. Jerome Hill.

- Is he a friend of yours?
- No, no.

I took the apartment on a sublease.

I see.

How long was that
before Carver Clement's death?

I think it was a week, thereabouts.

Did Jerome Hill
know Carver Clement?

SHIRLEY:
Well, how do I know?

The apartment
was right across the hall.

Did Jerome Hill
say he was subleasing

because of trouble
with somebody in the building?

Objection, Your Honour.
This is hearsay.

Objection sustained.

SHIRLEY: Well, he never
even mentioned a neighbour.

He said he was subletting
because he had a job out of town.

The witness is cautioned
against answering questions

that have been objected to

until the court permits them
to be answered.

- Any further questions, Mr. Mason?
- No, Your Honour.

Now, Lieutenant Tragg,

you have stated that
the defence counsel, Mr. Perry Mason,

said he was admitted
to the Mandrake Arms

by Mrs. Louise Marlow

after ringing the downstairs bell
to Apartment 604.

- Yes.
- That apartment is leased

by Fay Allison, is it not?

TRAGG:
Yes, and Anita Bonsal.

Now, if Mr. Mason
had been in possession of the key

to Apartment 702 when he arrived
at the Mandrake Arms,

it would not have been necessary for
him to ring a downstairs bell, would it?

No. All keys open the street door.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

- No questions, Mr. Burger.
RANDOLPH: Call the next witness.

Your Honour, the prosecution would
like Miss Della Street to take the stand.

She's not privileged
with Mr. Mason's immunity.

You have admitted
being with Mr. Mason

when he entered Apartment 702.

- Yes.
- Were you also with him

when he obtained possession
to the key to that apartment?

Yes.

And didn't he get that key
in Apartment 604?

You're under oath, Miss Street.

- Yes.
- Just exactly where did you find it?

- We found it in a purse.
- Whose purse?

DELLA: Fay Allison's.
- Mr. Mason, what is she--?

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

No questions, Mr. Burger.

Now, then.

You have made positive identification
of this robe

as being the property
of the defendant, Fay Allison?

Yes, by the cleaning marks.

And the fingerprints
on the second highball glass

in Mr. Clement's apartment
are those of Fay Allison?

- Yes, that is correct.
- Thank you.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Harlan,

you have been a police
laboratory technician for how long?

Almost 20 years.

You have no doubt
about the fingerprints on that glass,

Sate Exhibit C,
as being those of Fay Allison?

None whatsoever.

Did you find any trace of lipstick
on the rim of that glass?

Objection, Your Honour.

Mr. Mason is trying
to circumvent the evidence.

The fingerprints speak for themselves
all too eloquently.

Your Honour, either Fay Allison
did not drink from that glass,

or she was not wearing lipstick.

And since Carver Clement
was kissed on the forehead

by someone who was wearing lipstick,
the question is most pertinent.

Objection overruled.
Proceed, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Harlan.

Can you identify this photograph?

I believe it's a copy
of State Exhibit G,

which I just identified for Mr. Burger.

You're right, it is.

Now, what made you believe
it was a copy of State Exhibit G?

The lip lines and wrinkles.
They're quite distinctive marks.

As distinctive as fingerprints?
- Yes.

Distinctive enough
for a positive identification?

- Yes, sir.
BURGER: I object, Your Honour.

RANDOLPH:
Overruled.

I think Mr. Mason's line of questioning
is entirely proper.

- Proceed.
MASON: Thank you, Your Honour.

And, Mr. Harlan, did you attempt
to match this lip imprint

with one of the defendant,
Fay Allison?

- No. No, I did not.
- Why not?

Your Honour,
I must take exception to this.

The state is proving beyond a doubt

that Fay Allison
murdered Carver Clement.

It certainly is not necessary
to prove also

that she kissed him on the forehead.

Perhaps the state is not anxious
for it to be proven

that some person
other than Fay Allison

may have been with Carver Clement
when he died.

Your Honour, I would like to submit
the lip imprint of Fay Allison

as Defence Exhibit A,

and ask that Mr. Harlan
be instructed to examine it.

BURGER: I object, Your Honour.
- On what grounds?

Do you doubt the authenticity
of this imprint?

Or do you intend to impeach your own
witness' reliability as an expert?

On the grounds that it's irrelevant.

May I proceed, Your Honour?

Yes, objection overruled.
You may proceed.

Mr. Harlan,

would you compare this
with the imprint in the photograph?

- Are they identical?
- No, they are not.

MASON: Then the lip prints on
the forehead of Carver Clement

were not those of Fay Allison?

According to my comparison,
I would have to say no.

No further questions.

You did a good job
in that last round.

Yeah, but I need a Sunday punch,
and I haven't got one.

- Couldn't reach Drake, huh?
- I left a message for him.

I got it. I located Jerome Hill.
The name's legitimate.

Did he leave town
after subletting to Shirley Tanner?

Not after or since. He's right here.

- Give you enough?
- Maybe. If I can run one bluff.

I'll need some of my charge slips.
Department store, jeweller, furriers.

- Where do you keep them?
- The personal file. Want me to--?

No, I'll get them. Eat for me.
I'll see you in court.

And you swear
that you never saw the defendant,

- Fay Allison, wearing this robe?
- That's right.

Even though you heard the testimony
that it bears her cleaning mark?

Yes.

She knows it's my robe, Mr. Mason.
She doesn't have to lie for me.

- I know.
BURGER: Now, Miss Bonsal,

on the evenings that Miss Allison
wasn't seeing her fianc�, Dane Grover,

did she ever leave the apartment
on other dates?

Well, no. Not on dates.

She might go to a movie
or something.

Or something.

Your witness.

Miss Bonsal,

you and Fay Allison not only share
the same apartment,

you work together, is that not right?

Yes.

The same type of work?
The same salary?

- Yes.
- What salary?

Seventy-five a week.

MASON: Barely enough to make
ends meet by sharing expenses?

ANITA:
Just about.

Did Miss Allison
buy a new trousseau

for her coming marriage
to Dane Grover?

- No.
- Do you know why not?

Because she couldn't afford it,
I guess.

Objection, Your Honour.
The defendant's financial condition

has no bearing on the matter
before this court.

Sustained.

MASON: Very well, Your Honour. I will
show the pertinence in a different way.

Now, Miss Bonsal,

you have stated that you did not know
Carver Clement. Is that not right?

- That's right.
- Then you wouldn't be familiar

- with his signature?
- Of course not.

Not even his signature
on these charge accounts?

A mink stole with the initials A.B.
on the lining?

A platinum cigarette case with the
same initials, a diamond wristwatch?

- Do you own such items?
- Well, I bought them myself.

MASON:
With an income of $75 per week?

Miss Bonsal, is it not a fact

that you had been romantically
involved with Carver Clement?

That after his death,
you put barbiturates

in Fay Allison's cup of hot chocolate,
then substituted her clothing

for your own in Clement's apartment,
and then returned to your own suite

and took a mild dose
of barbiturates yourself?

And is it not a fact
that your reason for these actions

was that you also
wanted Dane Grover?

No! I didn't kill Carver! I didn't!

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

Don't touch me!
If anybody comes near me, I'll jump.

It's true. I did go back to his room,
but he was dead when I got there.

I didn't kill him. I didn't.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

RANDOLPH: Order. Order.
- Your Honour, I move a mistrial.

MASON: There needn't be
a mistrial, Your Honour.

Fay Allison can be cleared
right here and now.

And so can Anita Bonsal,
unless the state wishes to try her

for the attempted murder
of Miss Allison.

RANDOLPH: On what grounds are
you asking for a mistrial, counsellor?

BURGER:
On the grounds that this--

This piece of melodrama
that we've just witnessed

is solely for the purpose
of confusing the issues

and is entirely the invention
of the counsel for defence.

RANDOLPH:
Mr. Mason?

My actions, Your Honour, have been
entirely in the interest of justice.

Now, the court has heard testimony
that Mr. Ralston and Miss Payson

were admitted to the Mandrake Arms
by buzzer

after ringing the bell
to Carver Clement's apartment.

I have tried to establish

that the person who answered
their ring must have done so shortly

before my secretary and I entered
the Clement apartment with a key.

Now, at that time,
both Fay Allison and Anita Bonsal

were in a drugged sleep.

Now, someone in the Clement
apartment pressed that buzzer.

An innocent person
pressing that buzzer

would have waited for whoever rang
to appear.

Only a guilty person would have left
so hurriedly.

Well, why would a guilty person
have answered the ring at all?

It would only mean bringing the crime
to light that much sooner.

Clement had been dead for hours.
Why would the killer hang around?

The killer didn't hang around.

Are you trying to tell this court
that the killer came back?

- Why?
- Sheer panic.

The fear that some evidence
might have been left behind.

All right, let's hear the rest of it.

Your Honour, may I question
one of the witnesses informally?

- If it's not for the record.
- It needn't be.

Miss Tanner, you sublet your
apartment from a Jerome Hill?

SHIRLEY:
Yes. He was leaving town.

Would you look around this courtroom
and see if he's present?

[GASPS]

Give me that!

Now, calm down.
Hold on to her, Tragg.

Order. Order. Mr. Mason.

I must warn you against
any further irregularities of this nature.

I'm sorry, Your Honour.

But the need was dictated
by the circumstance.

I ask only that Mr. George Harlan,
the police laboratory technician,

compare this lip prints
of Miss Shirley Tanner

with those found upon the forehead
of Carver Clement.

Don't bother.

If there's anything you wanna know,
just ask me.

Why did you kill him?

I loved him.

He promised to get a divorce
and marry me.

But he got tired of me
and walked out.

I'd found that he had moved
to the Mandrake Arms,

and was using the same name
that he used at my place.

Philip Walsh.

I sublet the apartment across the hall
so I could watch him.

And then I found out about her.

Anita Bonsal?

I made up my mind to kill him.

When she left, I rang the bell.

He was sitting there having a drink.

When he put the glass down
to go get his jacket,

I fixed that drink, but good.

He came back,

he gave me a nasty grin,

and then finished the drink.

And you ran?

I was frightened.

His key was on the end table
so I took it.

I was gonna come back later
to make sure

that there wasn't any letters
or anything of mine.

And it was you who answered
Ralston's ring from the lobby?

Yes.

When I found out
what Anita Bonsal had done,

I thought I was safe.

That completes my case,
Your Honour.

The charge against Fay Allison
is dismissed.

The court orders
that Shirley Tanner and Anita Bonsal

be taken into custody,

and proper complaints
be lodged against each.

Court is adjourned.

- Mr. Mason. I don't know how--
- Don't try.

One thing I still don't get, Mr. Mason.

How did you know
about the Tanner woman?

She paid Jerome Hill a $500 bonus
to sublet Apartment 704

when other apartments in the building
were available at the normal rate.

Now, get going, you two.

LOUISE:
Yes, get on or you'll miss your plane.

Goodbye, dear.

- Goodbye.
LOUISE: Bye-bye, take care.

You're a little smeared, Mr. Mason.