All language subtitles for 06 The Case Of The Murdered Madam (1987)

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(alarm buzzing)

(sighs)

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(water running)

(faucet squeaks, water stops)

(whispering):
Don't make a sound, lady.

{(woman giggles)

(laughing)

You nut.

What's the occasion?

I got a beautiful wife
who needs a vacation.

I wouldn't mind a kiss, though.

Mmm...

Thank you.

How did a guy like me

wind up with a girl like you?

I played my cards right.

You've been
to the office already?

Yeah, there wasn't much doin'.

It's a new business,
it takes time.

MAN:
Tell me.

I'm meeting a friend
for breakfast.

What are you doing today?

I've got clients
coming to East Port

for a lunch meeting.

What is it this time?

Lawyers trying
to improve their image?

Mm-mm.

Bankers.

And without them,
we couldn't write off

our house in the country.

Oh, I hope they're gonna be gone
by the time I get there.

They'll be gone.

Long gone.

There'll just be me

ready to take advantage of you.

(woman laughs)

Oh, no. (giggles)

Oh, why don't we stay here?

(telephone ringing)

I'll get that.

Hold on.

-(ringing continues)
- Yeah, just a sec.

Hello?

MAN (on phone):
Mrs. Dominico?

Yes?

Yeah, this is Felix
at Brandon Electronics.

The rest of
your equipment came in.

Great. Um...

Um, I'll be there around 10:00.

Thank you.

Alice wants to have some coffee.

I think their marriage
is on the rocks.

I'll see you tonight.

I'll be waiting.

TV REPORTER:
...follows the Dow Jones,

we can look forward
to an upturn...

Good morning.

Possibly.

What'd the doctor say?

The operation was
a complete success.

Terrific.

When do you get out?

In a day or two...

if he doesn't want
to put it in a cast.

Uh-oh.

Exactly.

Is that a new dress?

Mmm, Tony Dominico
is coming for breakfast.

He's coming here.

So I finally get to meet him.

Mm-hmm.

You know, when I used to babysit
Tony and my brother,

they drove me crazy.

One time they even
locked me in the closet.

Della!

DELLA:
Tony!

- Tony, dear.
- Oh...

You haven't changed
in all these years.

- Oh, you look wonderful.
-(Tony laughing)

And you have to be Perry Mason.

Most of the time.

It's a pleasure.

Pleasure. Skiing?

Yes, of course.

Gee, it's too bad
Suzanne couldn't make it.

You two would love each other.

- Suzanne?
My wife.

You remarried?

Yeah, yeah, about two years ago,

and I gotta tell you,
she's something special.

Helen, would you go
to the kitchen

and see if you can find my keys?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Hi. It's me.

Yes, it's all set.

Mmm...

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Don't come back afterwards.

I'll see you on Monday.

You just have to trust me.

Don't threaten me.

It's my way or no way at all.

Your keys weren't
in the kitchen.

That's all right.
I found them, thank you.

(clicking sound)

DELLA:
Oh, she's lovely.

MASON:
Congratulations.

TONY:
Thanks.

You know something?
I can hardly believe it.

When Carrie died...

well, you were at our wedding.

You know how I felt about her.

We were 19,
it was gonna be forever.

I never thought
I'd find anybody else.

Here, I have.

MAN:
These are omnidirectional bugs.

SUZANNE:
How sensitive are they?

They'll pick up
any sound in a room.

How would you like
to pay for these?

Cash.

(laughing)

Will you be out
of here by Sunday?

Oh-ho, you can count on it.

Look, it's an easy trip
to East Port.

Why don't the two of you
come out for brunch?

You can meet Suzanne.

Oh, wouldn't it be
too much bother for her?

Are you kidding?

She loves to cook.

Perry, what do you think?

Sounds wonderful.

Thank you.

Great! I can't wait
for you to meet her.

You know, she would have been
here this morning,

but she works, too.

What does she do?

She's in public relations.

Hello, Harry.

Didn't know you went
out before dark.

You got a smart mouth, Suzanne.

Suzanne, hi!

I thought you were
through with him.

Harry's always
been good to me...

sort of.

All Harry wants is to keep you
turning enough tricks

to keep him in cheap jewelry.

(laughs)
He did mention it,

but I told him no.

We can be friends,
but I'm getting out of the life.

Good.

Want to earn some extra money?

Doing what?

Serving lunch.

(birds singing)

Whew!

- (gasps)
- Looks pretty deluxe to me.

Are we entertaining royalty?

Don't sneak up on people
like that, Miranda.

It's a bad habit.

Sorry.

Can I guess
who's coming to lunch?

Curiosity killed the cat,
my dear,

and others
too numerous to mention.

And what does that mean?

Your fee for today
includes your discretion.

So I was right.

This one's first class
all the way.

Mm-hmm, including security.

Let me see your bag.

(Miranda sighs)

What are you so uptight about?

It's just a little
business lunch, isn't it?

That's right.

See?

No drugs, nothing.

I told you,
I've given all that up.

It's the new me.

Well, let's hope so.

I told you,
it's the best way to go.

(tires screech)

(Suzanne sighs)

It's Hammond's with the food.

(Miranda laughs)

Say, listen, um...
do me a favor.

While I finish up
with things here,

would you make sure that

that crazy kid
doesn't wreck anything?

I'll do my best.

Thank you.

- Hey, there.
- Hi.

Anybody ever tell you
you'd make a great centerfold?

More times than I can count.

So why don't you just
unload the order?

We're in kind of a hurry.

MAN:
You know something?

I work a lot faster

when beautiful girls
tell me their names.

(sighs)

MIRANDA: Can I guess
who's coming to lunch?

SUZANNE: Curiosity killed
the cat, my dear,

and others too numerous
to mention.

(button clicks, tape stops)

MAN:
Thank you.

Steven?

Edward, Richard, Leonard,
this is Miranda Bonner.

Well.

Very nice to meet you.

How do you do?

My pleasure.

Same here.

Well, now that all the amenities
are out of the way,

I'll bet y'all want
to get down to business.

So we'll be in the kitchen
if you need anything.

Thank you.
I'm sure we'll be all right

until lunch is served.

I'm not sure I like this.

It-it was supposed
to only be the four of us.

Oh, relax, Richard.

Suzanne's place is
perfectly safe.

That's why we chose it.

If anybody should find out
that we were all here...

Nobody will.

And even if they do,
it's a perfect cover.

Financial planning
and public relations.

Just relax, old boy.

It looks like I have no choice.

If you want to back out, Rich,

go right ahead.

Just means more money
for the rest of us.

I wasn't backing out.

Besides...

you three need me, don't you?

Now, gentlemen, please...

we're friends here.

There's no need to be at odds.

No, that can come later.

When the payoffs begin.

(laughter)

Steve there's kind of cute,
don't you think?

Be careful.

You weren't watching the knife.

You said they were bankers.

That means megabucks, right?

I don't have the slightest idea.

(laughs)

Sure, and you don't know
how babies are made, either.

(sighs)

A girl could sure retire
on that kind of money.

If she knew exactly
who it belonged to.

I told you don't go for
retirement, go for love.

It's the best move I ever made.

Mmm, I'm with you.

But why can't I have both?

Come on, just give me
a little hint on who they are.

I'm warning you Miranda--
stop it!

I hired you because I thought
I could trust you.

You can, you know that.

Well, then why are you asking
so many questions?

If you're smart, you'll forget
today ever happened.

(sighs)

I think they're ready
for brandy now.

RICHARD:
Damn it.

Not so fast.

We're taking a huge risk here.

- Want to know
-man clears throat)

how we're protected.

Let me help you.

Oh, thank you.

Ah, now we've got some room.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

You don't go spoiling
my centerpiece.

Why don't you just clear,
Miranda?

Okay.

Okay... thank you.

Right there.
Sorry for the interruption.

(chuckles)
That's all right.

- There you go.
- Here.

Thank you.

As I was saying,

if I'm going
to stick my neck out,

I want some guarantees
that nobody's going

to shoot my head off.

The guarantee is very simple.

We're all in this together.

If one of us goes down,

we all do.

The risks are big,

but so is the potential profit.

What do you say, Richard?

Well, are you with us?

Yes, I guess so.

-(laughs)
- Good.

Here's to Swiss bank accounts
all around.

Oh, Richard, Richard.

If you won't take a cognac,
how about a cigar?

Genuine Havana.

My doctor forbids them to me,

but there's no reason why my
friends shouldn't enjoy them.

Thanks, don't mind if I do.

No, thanks.

No, no, my wife says

they make me smell
like a pool hall.

Have another one.
Take it home with you.

- Light it later.
- Oh, you're generous.

- Dessert, anyone?
- Oh, look at this.

- Can I have two?
- Oh, of course.

- You can have the tray.
- Well, well.

(laughs)

(car engines start)

Well?

That's that.

So much for the happy homemaker.

Yes, and thank you very much.

Everything turned out
just... fine.

(both laugh)

Not exactly in my line,

but hey, a girl
could get used to it.

Yeah, you might even
get to enjoy it.

Why don't you get changed
and I'll write you out a check.

Hmm, best proposition
I've had all day.

(quietly):
I certainly hope so.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

No, you listen.

There's gonna be a little change
in our agreement.

The price is going up.

I know what kind of money
is involved here.

That's right.

Or no deal.

I'm not going to argue with you.

Take it or leave it.

Thanks again.

My pleasure.

This is more than we agreed on.

Yeah, well, let's just say

that that's
for your retirement fund.

I mean it.

Thanks.

Hope you call me again.

Any time.

Miranda, wait.

Would you do me
a great big favor?

How big?

Well, I forgot to take these
to the post office

on my way out of town and, um,

if I mail them from here,
it'll take forever.

No, I can drop them off.

The post office is on my way.

- You're a doll.
- Hmm, right.

Barbie in the flesh.

See you soon.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(car engine starts)

(thud nearby)

Tony?

(dog barking)

Who's out there?

Tony?

(thud nearby)

(gasps)

TONY:
Suzanne?

Suzanne?

Help me with the groceries, hon.

I found that wine you like--
the Chardonnay--

so I stocked up.

Suzanne?

Come on, open up.

I'm starving.

What are you doing? I'm home.

Sweetheart?

Suzanne?

You still soaking in the tub,
you lazy broad?

What are you doing?
Where are you?

Suzanne?

(quietly):
Baby.

Baby?

Oh, my God.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: You discovered the body,
then you notified us.

- TONY: Yes.
- Right away?

I don't know.

How long did you wait?

I don't know.

Five, ten minutes.

What were you doing
during that time, Mr. Dominico?

I..

Hey, I just found
my wife's body.

I know this isn't easy for you,

but I have
to ask these questions.

I'm sorry.

You identified the gun found
near the body, is that right?

Yes, it's mine.

You said you usually
kept it at home,

but you don't know
how it got here.

- No.
- Sergeant?

Take a look at this.

Excuse me.

What have you got?

Found these
in the back seat of his car.

In his car?

We found these in your car,
Mr. Dominico.

In my car?

Mm-hmm.

The hair's a little different,

and, uh, she looks younger
in these pictures,

but that appears
to be your wife.

"The Notorious Midnight Madam."

That's not Suzanne.

You carry these in your car.

You must be very proud of her.

That's a lie!

You're under arrest for murder,
Mr. Dominico.

Hi, Della.

Tony, we're so sorry.

Thanks.

How's the knee?

(Mason chuckles)

Dreadful.

I thought you weren't getting
out of the hospital,

uh, for a couple of days.

They let me out early.

Thank you, both of you.

I want you to know I appreciate
you taking the case.

I haven't yet.

There are a few questions
I have to ask you.

Sure.

Go ahead.

The police report states
your motive for murder is

evidence that your wife
had been arrested

in several cities in the past,
both for... (sighs)

prostitution and for running
a house of prostitution.

I don't care what they say.

I don't believe it.

I know how you must feel, Tony,

but these police reports...

But it's not true.

Don't you think
I know my own wife?

Suzanne would never do
anything like that. Never!

Tony, we're only trying
to help you.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I can't believe she's dead.

(indistinct conversation)

Oh... I don't know.

(conversation continues
indistinctly)

MASON: Well, he certainly
isn't making things easier.

- If you'd rather not defend him,
I understand. -Della...

I'm sure Tony can afford
a competent attorney.

Della, I want to.

Perry, I just know
he didn't kill his wife.

You better call Paul Drake.

Tell him to catch
the first flight.

(Della chuckles)

What are you smiling about?

Della said it was important.

Why, yes.

Check these out,
will you, please?

SERGEANT:
You wanted to me, mate?

(Mason clears throat)

Did, uh, any of your men
come through here?

Not my men.

They're confined to the front
and terrace doors only.

What about these
muddy footprints?

Frankly, I didn't even know
they were here.

They don't appear to be
completely dry.

They could have been made
by someone last night.

We'll look into it.

Thank you.

Well, we're through here.

We're turning the house
over to you.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Definitely not
your average stereo system.

Is that right?

Looks like
surveillance equipment.

(switch clicks)

Very sophisticated, too.

(snaps fingers)

Look at that.

State-of-the-art,
voice-activated.

Perry, I bet,
with the right microphones,

you could probably pick up
an ant anywhere in the house.

The right microphones.

Like these?

Yeah, exactly like those.

What did Tony or Suzanne want

with state-of-the-art
surveillance equipment?

And why would they bug
their own house?

Perry, this is
brand-new equipment,

right out of the box.

I don't suppose there was a tape
in the machine.

Well, I couldn't find one here.

Too bad.

It might have answered
a lot of questions.

Yes, Della?

There are some things
in the kitchen

I'd like to show you.

Now, this is the receipt from
Hammond's Gourmet Provisions,

and the day she was murdered,

Suzanne placed
a very elaborate order.

Cognac, champagne,
six Cornish game hens.

Mmm, that sounds delicious.

Well, she did tell Tony she was
planning a business lunch.

I know, but there's
one odd thing.

Here we have...

crystal, silver
and fine china for four,

and two everyday plates.

What does that mean?

DELLA: That she had four
very special guests,

and there was somebody else
other than Suzanne,

and two of them probably ate
in the kitchen.

Wait a minute.

Uh, who's the detective here?

I also found this under
the table on the terrace.

And I swear Tony never smoked
a cigar that I know of.

So it must have been
one of the guests.

Good work, Sherlock.

Well, it does make for
sort of a mystery, doesn't it?

MASON: It certainly bears
further meticulous,

thoughtful and very careful
investigation, right, Paul?

Right.

I vote we check out
Hammond's Gourmet Provisions.

Do you have something specific
in mind?

Yeah, lunch.

I'm starved.

Since you seem to be our leading
detective at the moment,

would you stay here and see if
you can find that missing tape?

But of course.

We'll send you some lunch.

(Della chuckles)

MAN:
Tony and Suzanne were one

of the happiest couples
I've ever seen.

You knew them pretty well?

Since they bought their house
a couple of years ago.

They would order something
or come in

just about every weekend
they were up here.

(tires squealing)

That's Frank Sims,
the man you want to speak to.

Hey, hey.

Damn it, Frank, how many times

do I have to tell you
to be more careful?

If my insurance rates go up,
you're out of a job.

- Sorry, Mr. Hammond.
- No, "sorry" won't cut it.

Just slow down.

Oh, look at that.

I just had this van painted.

Don't look at it.

Sit down.

He's all yours, Mr. Mason.

Please don't keep him
from his work too long.

I don't want him rushing
to catch up.

Thank you, Mr. Hammond.

Mr. Hammond told us
you made a delivery

to Suzanne Dominico's house

-the morning of the day
she was murdered. -Yes.

Sure was weird, her getting
killed like that, huh?

Did you see any cars
at the Dominico house

when you made your delivery?

No, not then.

You went to the house
more than once?

No, but I had a lot of orders
in that neighborhood.

I, uh... I passed by
the Dominicos' a...

a few times, I guess.

And you saw the cars there?

Yeah, maybe four or five.

Couple looked expensive.

DRAKE:
Mmm. How long were they there?

SIMS:
You got me.

All I know is they were gone

by the time I made
my last run by the place.

What time was that?

Uh... 6:00, maybe 6:30.

When you were at the house,

did you see someone
besides Mrs. Dominico?

Yeah, another lady.

Who?

I don't know.

She was beautiful, though.

Really hot. (chuckles)

I tried to get her phone number,
but, uh, I struck out.

DRAKE:
Did you get her name?

Miranda.

But that's all she'd tell me.

Look, uh, give me a break,
will you?

(chuckling):
I got to get back to work.

Yeah, uh, we might want to talk
to you later if it's all right.

Sure, whatever you say.

(snaps fingers, claps)

Paul, call and ask Della
if there's a Miranda

in Suzanne Dominico's
address book.

TONY:
Did you see this garbage?

It's in all the papers.

DELLA: You just
have to ignore it, Tony.

How can I? You know what
the guys who work for me

are thinking right now,
and my friends?

I know how painful
all this is for you,

but you're going to have
to concentrate on...

on the Suzanne you knew.

Now, Tony, can you do that?

I don't know.

I'll try.

And no matter what is said,

no more outbursts.

You mean I got myself a lawyer?

Yep.

Now, what can you tell us

about the business meeting
your wife had that day?

She said she was having
some bankers

out to the house in East Port.

That's all I know.

- How many bankers?
- She didn't say.

And she didn't say
what they were meeting about.

Tony, why did you install

sophisticated recording
equipment in your house?

Recording equipment?

I got a stereo, but that's it.

MASON:
We found some bugging devices.

Bugging devices?

What's going on?

Tony, your wife's murder

may have something to do
with her past.

If you can remember anything
which might give us a clue.

Anything.

I-I-I don't have a clue.

From the day we met,
the past never existed.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm looking
for a Miranda Bonner.

Well, great.

Come on in.

Thank you.

(woman chuckles)

(Drake clears throat)

Well, you can make yourself
comfortable.

Turn on the stereo if you like.

Well, um, wouldn't you like
to know who I am?

-(blender grinding)
- Hello!

(whistles)
Do you want to know who I am?

(laughs) Okay.

Who are you?

I'm Paul Drake.

Well, good for you.

Can I ask you a few questions?

Honey, when Miranda gets here,
she'll explain everything.

Oh, are you her roommate?

No, I'm just borrowing
her blender.

She didn't tell me
she had a date.

Oh. Uh, could you tell me
your name, please?

(laughs) Candy.

But I'm not a working girl
anymore.

(gasps)
But if you ever want

your hair cut like Billy Idol,
you come on down to see me.

I work at the New Wave downtown.

(whistles)

(sighs)

Okay.

(recorded):
Hi. This is Candy.

You've got my eel skin bag.

- Call me.
- (beep)

MAN:
This is Ed, Miranda.

It was lovely meeting you
in East Port yesterday,

and I'd like to see you again.

Uh, give me a call
when you get a chance.

555-2638. Thanks.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?! Who are you?!

Whoa-whoa-whoa, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

- I can explain everything.
- Starting now.

My name is Paul Drake.

I work for a lawyer
by the name of Perry Mason,

and right now I'm investigating
the murder of Suzanne Dominico.

What do you want from me?

I'd just like the answers to a
few questions if you don't mind.

How do I know
you're who you say you are?

Because I have on my person,
right here, this.

Now, the picture
doesn't do me justice,

but I am a licensed
private investi...

(yells, groans)

Wait!

Son of a...!

Hold on!

♪♪

Your Honor,
Tony Dominico is a man

of dangerous and violent temper.

His last outburst resulted in
the tragic death of his wife.

At the time of his arrest,

Officer Coslow was the target
of his rage,

which nearly resulted in a
fractured jaw for that officer.

His violent temper is legendary
among his employees.

Mr. Dominico is here charged
with a capital crime.

And he is a danger to us all.

The State therefore respectfully
urges this court

to protect the community
by denying this defendant bail.

Mr. Mason?

Your Honor, Mr. Dominico
had just discovered

his wife had been murdered.

It's understandable
that he might lose control

under those circumstances.

My client has no history
of violent crime.

He greatly regrets
his unfortunate reaction

toward this officer and has
personally apologized to him.

He is deeply rooted

to the business and society
of this community

and is not a danger to it.

I strongly urge the court
to grant him reasonable bail.

All right, Mr. Mason, I'm going
to take your word for it,

but this court will be quick to
react to any breach of conduct.

Bail is set at $200,000.

- We'll recess for two hours.
-(gavel bangs)

Tony, let's take care
of the bail,

and then I'll give you
a lift home. You look tired.

Thanks. I could use a lift.

Are you coming?

Uh, I'm waiting for Paul.

Speak of the devil.

Good morning, Paul.

Glad somebody thinks so.

(sighs)

You look awful.

Thank you.

What happened?

- You don't want to know.
- Try me.

No.

Try me!

I got Maced and I lost the girl.

Can you find her?

I got to. She took my wallet.

She what?

Read my lips.
She took my wallet.

You're right.
I don't want to know.

I spent half the night
last night in the emergency room

having my eyes washed out,
two hours this morning

going through
my credit cards canceling.

Before you lost your wallet,
what did you find out?

Well, Miranda Bonner
is her full name.

She is a high-class call girl,

and indeed,
somebody did call her:

A gentleman by the name of Ed
left this phone number

on her answering machine.

Said that he met her
in East Port.

I'll take care of this. You keep
looking for your Miranda Bonner.

Yeah, don't worry.

Oh, uh, Perry, one more thing.

What?

Uh, can you spare 20 bucks?

Going outside.

(sighs)

Thanks.

Good game.

Hi, Cathy, Didi.
My wife's out of town.

(all laugh)

- Mr. Tremaine?
- Yes?

I'd like to talk to you
about Suzanne Dominico.

It was just a business meeting,
Mr. Mason, nothing more.

Our bank employed, uh,

Mrs. Dominico's
public relations company.

Sometimes that meant she
provided pleasant surroundings

for important business
discussions.

What was discussed
that particular morning?

Oh, it was very boring, really.

Two of the other bank
vice presidents and I were doing

some long-term financial
planning.

Their names?

Well, I... I suppose they'll
have to come forward.

I'm afraid they will.

(sighs)

Leonard Weeks
and Steven Reynolds.

The fourth man, who was he?

Well, I'm afraid
you're mistaken.

There-There was no fourth man.

You're sure?

I'm quite sure.

Who arranged the meeting?

All I know is that, uh,

Mrs. Dominico
gave me a call and asked me

to come round to her house
that morning.

One of the other two
must have arranged the meeting.

What time did you get home

the night Mrs. Dominico
was murdered?

I don't know.

Uh, sometime before 9:00.

Of course, your wife can
corroborate that?

Well, she's out of town
at the moment. Why?

You can't substantiate
your whereabouts

at the time of the murder,
can you?

I don't have to, Mr. Mason.

And I don't have to sit here
and talk to you!

Do you smoke cigars?

No, I could never stand them.

That's very interesting.

I could never stand them,
either.

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if you're right for me? ♪

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shopping for boys ♪

♪ Not for their minds ♪

♪ But for their toy-oy-oys ♪

♪ Don't you wish
you could be men ♪

♪ Shine a light
into your life of fantasy ♪

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♪ I'm shopping
for oh-oh boys... ♪

Hi. Remember me?

Well, just like it was
yesterday.

It was yesterday.

That's what I thought.

Boy, you could use some styling.

Listen, Miranda didn't come back
to the apartment last night.

It's very important
that I see her.

Honey, I'm real busy right now.

Please.

Boy, you've really been crying.

All because of her.

Are you really hung up
on Miranda?

You can't imagine
what this girl means to me.

Oh, she broke your heart.

She came very close.

Oh, I have always wanted
to do that,

but somehow I always end up the
one alone in front of the TV.

So where is she?

(chuckling):
I don't know.

You must have some idea.

Honey, Miranda has
a lot of friends,

if you know what I mean,
but no one she'd stay with.

Unless...

What?

Well, there is one
old business partner.

I don't know.
Maybe she's gone back to Harry.

Well, that's Harry Long.

Where does Harry Long live?

I don't know.

Look, why don't you try down
the Borderline Club downtown?

I think he owns a piece of it.

Thanks.

I'd like to speak with
Leonard Weeks. My name is Mason.

Perry Mason?

Yes.

Mr. Weeks is expecting you.

WEEKS:
Edward Tremaine said

that you might be paying us
a visit.

I can't tell you how distressed
we all were

to hear the bad news
about Mrs. Dominico.

Had you known her long?

No, only since last year
when our bank became a client

of her public relations firm,

but her death was a shock
nonetheless.

Along with Edward Tremaine,

you both met with Mrs. Dominico
at her home

the morning she was killed.

Yes.

To discuss long-range
financial planning for the bank.

Yes, I heard.

It was just the four of you
there along with Mrs. Dominico.

No, three.

No, just the three of us, yes.

Three? Yeah, a trio.

Everyone can remember a trio.

Mr. Mason, please believe us,

we want to cooperate with you
any way we can.

We are not anxious
for the publicity

about this case to continue.

In other words, you'd like
to see Tony Dominico convicted

as soon as possible.

If he's guilty, why not?

I understand there's about to be
a major change here at the bank.

Your CEO is retiring shortly.

Well, it hasn't been officially
announced yet, but yes.

Why is this of interest to you?

Who's gonna replace him?

You're a senior vice president,
aren't you, Mr. Weeks?

Yes, but so is
Mr. Reynolds here.

And Mr. Tremaine
is vice president

of our foreign operations.
What are you getting at, Mason?

I was just given these.

They're beautiful Havanas.

Have one.

No, thank you.

My doctor doesn't permit any.

Good doctor.

You said there was nothing
to worry about, Leonard.

Listen, Richard, Suzanne...

Suzanne's murder is an
unfortunate turn of events,

I will grant you that,

but it's not going to stop us.

We had nothing to do with it.
The husband will fry.

It'll be over.

Except that his lawyer
is Perry Mason

and he's going to ask
a lot of questions.

WEEKS: So what if he does?
We can handle Mason.

And your name will
never be mentioned.

REYNOLDS: And we go on with
business just as we'd planned.

What about the other girl
that was there? She saw me.

She hasn't come forward yet.

Chances are she won't,

and if she does,

we'll deal with it.

Then we will get on
with business as planned.

Well, I don't know,
I'll have to think about it.

Richard! - said I'll have
to think about it.

(car door slams, engine starts)

(tires squealing)

(indistinct conversations)

Later, all righty?

Thank you.

Hey,

where you going?

Uh, I got to go
talk to somebody.

I'll be back real quick.

No, you're not.

Don't even plan
on staying in here.

(Drake sighs)

(scoffs)

Isn't that enough?

Listen, I don't want to bore you
with a long story,

but my wallet got ripped off
today on the way here,

so can't you just think
about that as a deposit,

and I'll kind of take care
of you later?

I'll come back...

You know what, I don't
need to go in after all.

So I'll take my 20 back.

Hmm-mm.

Hey, listen, now
don't do this to me,

'cause I'm kind of in a hurry,

and that's my last 20 bucks.

And I couldn't have
given it to a nicer guy.

See you later.

Later.

(siren blaring in distance)

Miranda, wait a minute.

Miranda!

I have to talk to you!

Look out!

(gunshots, screaming)

(gunshots continue)

You save my life
and then you almost kill me!

What are you doing here?

Looking for my wallet.

Do me a favor, just stay here.

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

RICHARD:
I still don't see

what any of this has
to do with me, Mr. Mason.

Yes, thank you.

Then you were not
at Mrs. Dominico's home

the day she was murdered?

I told you,
I never heard of the woman,

except in the newspapers.

What about yesterday afternoon

-at the zoo?
- What about it?

You met with Leonard Weeks

and Steve Reynolds.

Yes, I was at the zoo.

I-I like to feed the birds,
the animals,

and I happened to run
into Mr. Weeks and Mr. Reynolds,

and they said a couple
of nice things about my work,

-but that's all.
- Mr. Wilson,

according to your secretary,

your very own secretary,

you were out of your office
in the field

the day Mrs. Dominico
was killed.

Well, let's see, uh,

you said that was a Friday?

Yes, uh,

I was inspecting
the new software interfacing

at several of our banks.

I checked with the bank managers
where you had appointments.

None of them, none of them,
remembers seeing you.

WOMAN:
Mr. Mason?

You have a phone call, line one,
and, Mr. Wilson,

you're needed in processing
right away.

Good. Excuse me,
I have some work to do.

Wait, I-I have something
for you.

Pure Havanas.

I'm sure you'll enjoy them.

Hello?

Oh, Perry?

(over speaker):
Della,

Mr. Richard Wilson just left me.

I'm willing to bet he was
the fourth man at that meeting.

Who were the other three?

Oh, hello, Tony.

Leonard Weeks,

Edward Tremaine
and Steve Reynolds.

They're all officers
of the Crestmore Bank.

You know any of them?

Uh, I may have heard Suzanne
mention their names,

but I never met any of them.

Maybe I should've.

Maybe when she was
entertaining clients,

it was more
than public relations.

DELLA:
Perry,

I, uh,
I picked up a lead, maybe.

15 years ago,

Suzanne ran a very private
and high-class establishment

in Chicago,

which was frequented
by some, um,

very important people.

That's all I have so far.

MASON:
Well, it's a beginning.

Remember our friend,
uh, Bresloff in Chicago?

- Yes.
- Call him.

If he can help us find
a connection

between those four men,

maybe we'll find out
which one killed her.

I'll get right on it.

See you when you get back.

Tony?

Excuse me.

I want to see Leonard Weeks,
Ed Tremaine

and Steve Reynolds right now.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Uh, Mr. Weeks and Mr. Tremaine
aren't in,

and Mr. Reynolds is
in a conference.

This graph represents defaults
by debtor nations.

As you can see,

the effect on domestic banks

can only...

Reynolds?

Yes.

Who killed her?

Who are you?

Who killed her?

Get security.

I want to know
who killed Suzanne.

Stay away from me.

- Stay away from me!
- Who killed her?!

(groans)

(sighs)
I'm all right, I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Well, Perry persuaded Reynolds

not to pursue
the assault charges against you,

and the city attorney agreed.

Great.

Tony, why did you

take it upon yourself
to question Reynolds?

I don't know.

Were you trying to beat
a confession out of him?

Look, if Perry wants
out of the case,

I understand.

If there's any outburst
in court,

Perry may not be able
to repair the damage.

I understand,

and I swear,

it won't happen again.

I promise.

Thanks for the water.

You're gonna have
to wait outside till we open.

Oh, sure.

By the way, do you happen
to know of a girl named

Miranda Bonner?

Who's Miranda Bonner?

She's a girl,
and I'm looking for her.

No, I don't know her.

You know her?

She used to work

for a guy named, uh, Harry Long.

I hadn't heard.

Yeah, you know Harry Long?

Yeah.

I understand he's a part-owner
of, uh, this establishment.

That right?

I mean,
I've never seen the guy myself.

What does he look like?

Well, he looks, uh...

he looks just like that.

Harry Long?

(chuckles)

Harry Long.

Who wants to know?

Paul Drake.

So?

I'm looking for a girl
named Miranda Bonner.

I believe she used to have

a business arrangement with you.

Never heard of her.

Give a guy a break.

I want to talk to the girl.

You know, I'm getting real tired
of looking at you.

(bartender chuckles)

You had me worried there
for a minute.

You almost got on his bad side.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Hey, what happened?

Oh, kids, probably,
who saw all the publicity.

As far as we can tell,

nothing was taken.

Odd.

Think they might
have wanted souvenirs.

Well, you have another theory?

Maybe someone didn't find

what they were looking for.

MAN:
Hey!

What the hell?

Could you get somebody
to turn these off, Sergeant?

MASON:
Wait a minute, stop the car.

Back up just over there.

♪♪

Your Honor, I am sure
that the court recognizes

that Mr. Mason has just been
discharged from the hospital

following rather serious
knee surgery.

I would have no objection

to my assistant helping
Mr. Mason

present any evidence
he may have,

assuming, of course,

that he has any evidence
to present.

The defense thanks Mr. Reston.

He's probably right
about the amount of evidence,

but we did bring an assistant,

Mr. Sparr,

who has appeared
before Your Honor many times.

We will ask him to present

any exhibits we may have.

Very well.

Welcome, Mr. Sparr.

Mr. Reston,

call your witness.

Call Sergeant Coslow
to the stand, please.

Sergeant Coslow,
I show you this weapon

and ask you if you recognize it.

Yes, I do.

That weapon was found
approximately one foot

from the deceased body.

This court has heard testimony

by a ballistics expert
from your department

that this was, in fact,
the weapon of death.

Do you know to whom
this weapon is registered?

Yes. Tony Dominico.

Did you have a discussion
with the defendant about it?

I did.

Did he tell you that it
had been lost or was stolen?

No. He stated that normally
he kept it at home

and he had no idea
how it got to the scene.

Sergeant Coslow...

I show you
people's exhibit seven.

Can you identify it?

Yes.
This envelope and its contents

were found
in the defendant's car,

parked at the scene.

RESTON:
And what were the contents?

Photocopies of newspaper
articles on Suzanne Dominico.

Can you summarize
what the articles say?

Objection.

Whatever those articles say
is irrelevant to the issues.

Your Honor, these articles

and the defendant's
awareness of them

bear directly on his motives
and his subsequent conduct.

Relevant issues indeed.

Overruled.

You may answer, Sergeant.

Well, the articles talk about

Mrs. Dominico's prior arrests
and convictions

for prostitution and pandering.

Did you attempt to discuss
the articles with the defendant?

Yes, I did.

And what was his reaction?

The defendant blew up.

Excuse me. By "blew up,”

do you mean that he
violently lost his temper?

Yes, I do.

He assaulted me
and had to be restrained.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Nothing further.

MASON:
Sergeant...

at my request,
your investigators

photographed and made casts
of muddy footprints

found on
Suzanne Dominico's carpet

in the rear downstairs bedroom,
did they not?

Yes.

Those footprints were not
identifiable, were they?

No.

But it was obvious, was it not,
that those footprints

led from the backyard
into that downstairs bedroom?

Yes, that was apparent.

Now, there's a way to determine

when those footprints were made,
is there not?

No.

They could've been made
that morning,

the day before, any time.

Sergeant Coslow,
you know what time

the backyard sprinklers go on

at the Dominico house,
do you not?

Your Honor, I fail to see
the dimmest relevance in this.

chuckling): Your Honor,
may I rephrase the question?

Very well.

Sergeant Coslow, you and I

were at the Dominico house
yesterday, were we not?

Yes, we were.

And you observed that
the backyard sprinkler system

is automatically controlled,
is that not right?

COSLOW:
Yes.

MASON:
At what time did it go on?

At approximately 6:15 p.m.

And there was no mud
on Mrs. Dominico's shoes?

No.

Then the likeliest possibility
is that the mud

was tracked in by a third,
yet unknown person

sometime after 6:15 p.m.
on the evening of the murder.

Uh... it is possible, Mr. Mason.

Uh, thank you, Sergeant.

Uh, no further questions.

JUDGE:
You may step down.

Uh, Your Honor, may I have
a moment with the sergeant?

(indistinct conversation)

Your Honor,
I respectfully request

a long lunch recess at this time

so I may confer
with my absent associates.

Your Honor, I see no reason
for a lengthy delay

simply because Mr. Mason

seems to have lost track
of his associates.

I don't, either.

Request denied.

Court will reconvene
at 1:30 p.m.

(gavel bangs)

(quiet, indistinct conversation)

MAN:
Hey, Charlie!

Hey!

(buzzing)

MIRANDA:
Yes?

(gruff voice):
It's Harry.

I forgot my key.

♪♪

Miranda?

I know you're here.

- No!
- Let go!

Oh, you got a bad habit of
running out on men, sweetheart.

The men I run out on deserve it.

Why are you following me?

Believe it or not,
I'm trying to help you.

I have nothing to do with
whoever's trying to kill you.

How do I know that?

Because I showed you my I.D.

As a matter of fact,
you still have it.

It's in my bag.

Let's find it.

Then you'll let me go?

Maybe, you answer
a few questions.

Look, I don't know anything.

Why don't you just
let me out of this?

You can talk to me or you can
talk to the police, Miranda.

(sighs)

It's that serious, huh?

That serious.

Oh... I was afraid
you'd be at lunch.

I was afraid you wouldn't
find me, so I waited.

What'd you find out?

Just some background
on Reynolds, Weeks and Tremaine.

- That all?
- Not quite.

It looks like Wilson is involved

in all of the bank's
computer operations.

So there's an outside connection
between one of them and Suzanne.

I can't find it.

Maybe you're looking
in the wrong place.

(Della chuckles)

We know you were at a luncheon

that Suzanne Dominico gave
the day that she was murdered.

So?

I want to know about the men
who were there.

Mmm, so did I, only Suzanne
wouldn't tell me anything,

not even their last names.

You'd never seen
any of those men before?

Never saw them before or since.

Well, I wouldn't be
so sure about that.

It's very likely
that one of those men

is trying to kill you.

Great.

Wait a minute.
Where are you going?

I'm thirsty.

You mind if I get
a drink of water?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Uh, can you remember
anything specific

that might have been said
the day of the luncheon?

Suzanne kept me in the kitchen
the whole time.

What about the connection
between her and the men?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Are we through?

Well, not if you're smart, no.

What does that mean?

Someone's trying
to kill you, Miranda.

Now, I'd say
you can use a friend.

You look like an angel.

How can you not believe a guy
who looks like an angel?

Right.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Oh, wait.
I forgot my bag.

(elevator whirring)

Harry.

That's got to be Harry.

Now, I got to tell you,
Harry and I, we're not close.

Don't worry.
I can handle him.

Don't get upset, Harry.

Here?

You brought him in here,
in my place?

Harry, you got this all wrong.

That's right-- all wrong.

You open your mouth
once more, hotshot.

I let you walk out on me before,
and now I take you back.

No. Harry, I told you
I don't work for you anymore.

I just came here as a friend
who needed help.

That's right. The girl came
as a friend who needed help.

Now, we just want
to leave peacefully, okay?

(Harry chuckles)

DRAKE:
Come on.

No, forget it.

Nobody's going anywhere.

Okay, maybe we can talk
about this, huh?

- Why?
- Harry, please.

- DRAKE: I don't want to have
to hurt you, Harry. -(laughs)

Oh, yeah?

Maybe we can work
something out, huh?

- Like what?
- Like this.

(screams)

(Miranda squeals)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(grunts)

Where to?

Anywhere. Let's go.

WOMAN:
Hey.

DRAKE:
Is he still behind us?

I don't... I can't tell.

Maybe he gave up.

Two for lunch?

We have a serious problem.

Two for lunch?

No. This way.

Hey, hey, hey.

(man speaking Mandarin)

MIRANDA:
There's no way out!

(man speaking Mandarin)

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Two for lunch. Your treat.

MASON:
Miss Street, you're acquainted

with Tony Dominico, are you not?

DELLA:
Yes, I am.

MASON:
How long have you known him?

30 years or more.

MASON: Have you seen him
regularly over the years?

Yes, I have.

Except for the last few years.

Did you see Mr. Dominico

on the day his wife
was murdered?

Yes, I did.

Did he seem agitated or upset?

Not at all.

Did he seem unhappy
in his marriage?

DELLA:
No, quite the opposite.

He was very happy,

very animated.

He showed me a picture
of his wife,

and told me
how much he loved her.

MASON:
Over the years, I'm sure

you've formed an opinion
of Mr. Dominico's character.

He was...

warm, kind,

very loving.

Oh, he could be
emotional at times.

But... deep down,

he would never hurt anyone.

Especially his wife.

I have, uh,

nothing further, Your Honor.

Miss Street.

You lived in the neighborhood

in which the defendant grew up.

- Isn't that correct?
- Yes, I did.

And I take it, based on your...

obvious affection
for the defendant,

that your families were
very close?

They were.

RESTON:
Wasn't your brother

the same age as the defendant?

Yes, he was.

And during this

"happier time,"

didn't you all spend
a great deal of time together?

It was a time I remember fondly.

Yes.

We spent a great deal
of time together.

And at this "time,”

weren't you acquainted
with the defendant's uncle,

Michael Dominico?

Yes, mm-hmm, I was.

And isn't it true, Miss Street,

that he proposed
marriage to you?

Yes, he did.

Did you accept his proposal?

Objection.

Relevancy.

Absolutely no bearing
on the present case.

Your Honor, I am simply trying

to establish
the bias of the witness.

That she was very nearly
closely related

to the defendant by marriage.

Objection overruled.

Please answer the question.

Yes, uh, Michael did
propose to me.

And we were engaged briefly.

- I was very young at the time.
- Thank you.

Miss Street, thank you.
That is all.

I have no further questions.

JUDGE:
You may step down, Miss Street.

It was a very long time ago.

MASON:
Mrs. Robinson, you were working

for Mrs. Dominico
on the day of the murder.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

Were you present
in the apartment

before Mrs. Dominico left
for the country that morning?

Yes, sir.

At that time, did you hear
Mrs. Dominico's side

of a telephone conversation?

ROBINSON:
Yes, sir.

Would you please tell
the court what you heard?

I heard her say,
"Don't threaten me.

It's my way or no way at all.”

MASON:
Was this call

placed in your presence?

No, sir.

Were you eavesdropping?

(laughs)
Oh, no, sir.

Mrs. Dominico asked me
to go to the kitchen

to look for her keys.

When I came back to the bedroom,
she was on the phone.

That's when I heard her.

What happened then?

I went to clean
the bathroom and she left.

Mr. Sparr.

Did she do anything
out of the ordinary

before she left?

Yes.

She took Mr. Dominico's gun
out of his bureau

and put it in her purse.

MASON: I call your attention
to exhibit F,

which has been stipulated
as the murder weapon.

Do you recognize it?

It looks
like Mr. Dominico's gun.

MASON: Both the defense and
prosecution have stipulated so.

Now, Mrs. Robinson,

you heard
Mrs. Dominico threatened.

Then you saw her take
a revolver with her.

Is that correct?

Objection, Your Honor.

Mrs. Robinson has already
answered Mr. Mason's questions.

JUDGE:
Sustained.

No further questions.

Uh, Mrs. Robinson,

have you been
to the Dominicos' country house?

- Yes, sir.
- Hmm.

Were you there the evening
that Mrs. Dominico was murdered?

No, sir.

So you can't testify
as to exactly

what transpired
that evening, can you?

No, sir.

No further questions.

Defense calls

Richard Wilson to the stand.

Mr. Wilson, you are employed
by the Crestmore Bank.

Is that right?

Yes.

Could you tell us the, uh,
nature of your job?

I'm a senior systems analyst

in a data processing unit.

Would you clarify that, please?

I design computer programs

for most of Crestwood Bank's

domestic
and foreign transactions.

MASON: By "transactions,"” you
mean "the movement of money.”

Is that correct?

RICHARD:
Yes.

MASON:
What is your relationship

with Leonard Weeks, Edward
Tremaine and Steven Reynolds?

They're all senior
vice presidents of the bank.

But they don't have anything

to do with my department.

MASON:
You have business dealings

with them outside the bank?

No, of course not.

MASON:
Mr. Wilson?

Please remember
that you are under oath.

Now, you were present
at a meeting

at Mrs. Dominico's house

on the day she was murdered.

- Were you not?
- No.

I told you
I never met the woman.

Mr. Wilson, wasn't it
Suzanne Dominico who called you

and requested your presence
at that meeting?

No.

Wasn't it for the purpose
of perpetrating

a computer fraud
on the Crestmore Bank

for the benefit

of Mr. Tremaine, Mr. Weeks,

Mr. Reynolds and yourself?

I resent your implications.

- You have no proof!
- All right, Mr. Wilson.

Al right.

Mr. Stewart?

Would you please stand?

Mr. Stewart

is an independent
data processing consultant

hired by me.

With the permission
and cooperation

of Crestmore's
board of directors,

he conducted
a security investigation

of several rather
unusual computer programs

that you recently designed.

You had no right.

If you are not prepared

to be truthful
on this subject...

we can put Mr. Stewart

on the stand.

By all means, let us hear

what, uh,
Mr. Stewart has to say.

No!

I was programming the bank's...

(sobbing)

...computer program

to remove

fractions of cents...

from all the bank's
transactions.

Thank you, Mr. Stewart.

Mr. Wilson?

Individually...

these tiny thefts
would be negligible.

But taken together,

they would total hundreds
of thousands of dollars

automatically deposited
by computer

into Swiss bank accounts.

Isn't that right?

That's right, that's right.
Look, I admit it.

But it wasn't my idea.

(crying):
I just did what I was told.

Told by whom?

By them-- Weeks, Reynolds

-and Tremaine!
-(gallery murmuring)

-(gavel banging)
- JUDGE: Order, order!

Order, order!

I swear I didn't kill anyone!

I swear!

I had no reason to.

No further questions.

However, the court, no doubt,

will pursue the matter
of Mr. Wilson's perjury.

JUDGE:
Indeed, it will, Mr. Mason.

Step down, Mr. Wilson.

- Yo, taxi!
-(whistling)

Taxi!

What am I doing?
I don't even have cab fare.

Do you have cab fare?

Lunch tapped me out.

The rest of my money's
in my bag

-at Harry's.
- Fine.

I guess we walk uptown, huh?

No, come on,
I got a better idea.

Thank you, you'll never know
how much this means to me.

Use it to improve
your lot in life, my son.

(laughing):
Thank you.

(Drake clears throat)

Room 3121, please.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

DRAKE:
Perry.

Where the hell are you?

Uh, it's a long story.

Have you found Miranda Bonner?

She's right here with me.

Paul?

She may have
the surveillance tape.

Ask her if Suzanne
gave her anything that day.

All right, hold on one minute.

Did...?

Did Suzanne give you anything
that day you were at the house?

Uh, just my fee.

Oh, and, uh, some things
she wanted me to mail.

Things?

Uh... letters and a couple
small packages.

Did you mail them?

No.

I put them in my bag and forgot.

Your bag, the one that's
back at Harry's house?

(quietly):
Okay.

Perry, I'll get back to you.

- Uh...
-(dial tone drones)

(dog barking in distance)

It's still here.

MIRANDA:
Hi, Harry.

- Forgot my bag. -Harry, I don't
want to hurt you, but I'm

-kind of pressed
for time, you know? -Yeah.

(grunting)

(grunting)

That's pretty good.

It comes in handy.

The bag.

Are these
what you're looking for?

That's it.

MASON:
Mr. Sims?

Approximately what time did you
go by the Dominico house

on the evening
Suzanne Dominico was killed?

SIMS:
6:30, maybe 6:45.

That was your last trip
to that neighborhood?

Yes.

But you had other deliveries

to make in other parts of town?

Yeah, that's right.

What time did you finish?

I brought the truck
back to the store, uh...

just before 9:00.

MASON:
Mr. Sparr.

Isn't it true you went
to the Dominico residence

before you returned
to the store?

Say, around 8:30 p.m.?

No.

MASON:
Isn't it true you returned

for a final clandestine glimpse

of Miranda Bonner?

No.

MASON:
Mr. Sims...

I am sorry to ask you this,

but isn't it true
you have a custom--

or shall we say "habit"--

of peeking inside
women's windows?

A habit that resulted last year

in your conviction of...

felonious trespass
and lascivious conduct,

a charge for which
you are still on probation?

Objection.
Irrelevancy.

Improper impeachment.

Your Honor,
this testimony is critical.

Overruled.

Answer the question.

So I was arrested
and copped a plea.

And you did return
to the Dominico house

around 8:30 p.m.

SIMS:
Yeah.

And as you tried
to conceal your truck

behind some shrubbery,

you struck another car,

creasing your fender

and shattering the other car's
taillight, isn't that so?

Okay, okay.

So what?

Objection.

Your Honor, I don't know
what Mr. Mason is doing.

MASON:
Mr. Mason is

establishing the presence
of another car

on the Dominico property

at the time of the murder.

No further questions.

Mr. Reston?

Uh, no questions, Your Honor.

JUDGE:
Mr. Mason?

I, uh, call Leonard Weeks
to the stand.

WEEKS: Yes, I was at
Mrs. Dominico's house.

And after the meeting,
Mr. Weeks,

what time did you leave?

Oh, I can't tell you
the exact time, Mr. Mason.

Sometime between 2:30 and 3:00.

MASON: And you did not go back
to Mrs. Dominico's house

that day or that evening?

No.

Absolutely not.

I see.

Mr. Weeks...

what was the exact nature

of your relationship
with that lady?

WEEKS:
Well, it was purely business.

Um... Mrs. Dominico's
public relations firm

was hired by the bank

of which I am
a senior vice president.

MASON:
Isn't it true, Mr. Weeks,

that your relationship
with Mrs. Dominico

dated back more than 15 years?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Don't you?

Mr. Weeks, this is a copy of

mortgage papers on a house,

a house where a number of people

were arrested 12 years ago

because it was being used
as a very expensive brothel.

The deed to this property
is registered to one...

Suzanne Corbal

and one...

Leonard Weeks.

-(gallery murmuring)
-(judge bangs gavel)

All right, Mr. Mason.

I met Suzanne

when we were both much younger

and, uh, she had
done me some favors,

so when she was unable
to qualify for a mortgage,

she put my name on the deed.

At the time, I had no idea

what she was using
the property for.

I find that hard
to believe, Mr. Weeks.

Well, it's the truth, Mr. Mason.

As much as it may
disappoint you to hear it,

there was nothing
more to it than that.

Mr. Weeks, isn't it true

that as a result of your
long-standing relationship

with Mrs. Dominico,

she agreed to make a tape of
your entire business meeting

the day she was killed?

I know of no such tape.

MASON:
Isn't it true

that at the last minute,

she changed her mind

and refused
to give you that tape?

No, that's absurd.

MASON:
Isn't it true you were planning

to use that tape

in a scheme to promote yourself

to the position of chief
operating officer of your bank?

No!

MASON:
Isn't it true you wanted

recorded evidence
of this conspiracy

to defraud the bank

in order to eliminate
your competition?

Oh, what better way to take
Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Tremaine

out of the running
than to uncover evidence

that they were involved
in a criminal conspiracy?

This, too, is absurd.

MASON: Isn't it true you told
your board of directors

that you'd engineered
the whole scheme

to reveal highly
improper actions

among top-level bank employees?

Objection.

Your Honor, Mr. Mason
has gone beyond the realm

of reasonable conjecture
and cross-examination.

MASON:
I beg the court's indulgence.

JUDGE:
Continue, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Weeks...

...did you have
a telephone conversation

with Mrs. Dominico
the day of the murder?

No.

With the court's permission,

I would like to play this tape.

It is a recording
of a telephone conversation

which might assist
Mr. Weeks' memory.

Go ahead.

SUZANNE (on recording):
No, you listen.

There's going to be a little
change in our agreement.

The price has gone up.

I know what kind of money
is involved here.

That's right,
or there's no deal.

Hey, I'm not going
to argue with you.

Take it or leave it.

And look, don't try
to sweet-talk me.

If you want to become president
of your damn bank,

we'll do it my way or no way,
do you understand?

She had double-crossed you,
hadn't she, Mr. Weeks?

And you couldn't afford to have
Suzanne Dominico

as an enemy, could you?

So you had no choice, did you?

You went back
to Suzanne's house that night

and you killed her.

You have absolutely
no proof of this.

You hid your car
behind some shrubbery.

Now, Mr. Sims tried
to park his delivery truck

in the same place,

but he hit your car,

shattering your taillight.

Your Honor,
defense places into evidence

as defense exhibit ten

those fragments which Sergeant
Coslow and the police lab

collected from beside
the Dominico driveway.

Look at them, Mr. Weeks.

Take them, Mr. Weeks!

Those fragments will match

the broken taillight
on your car, won't they?

Those fragments will prove
you were there, won't they?

Those fragments will prove
you killed Suzanne Dominico.

She had the tape.

She knew... too much.

She knew everything.

I realized that...

I just couldn't
trust her anymore.

She wasn't the Suzanne
that I had known,

and, uh...

I had to get rid of her.

There was no other way.

MASON:
Your Honor...

I move that all charges

against Tony Dominico
be dismissed.

Prosecution joins
in the motion, Your Honor.

JUDGE:
So ordered.

Take Mr. Weeks into custody.

This court is adjourned.

- You're the best.
- Oh...

Always have been,
always will be.

Thank you.

This is a copy of the tape.

You should listen to it.

I've heard enough.

Oh, I don't think so.

You know, in the part of
the tape you didn't listen to,

Suzanne told Weeks
she wanted that money

to help you and your business
become a success.

She really loved you, Tony.

I know.

You take care.

You know me.

Good boy.

(Della laughs)

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

You are wonderful.

Ah, I can't help myself.

Paul, would you like
to join us for dinner?

Thank you,
but I'm being taken out

by a beautiful woman.

So am I.

If you'll excuse me.

(Della chuckles)

Shall we?

Yes.

I guess that leaves
just you and me.

You can say that again.

Just you and me.

(theme song playing)