All language subtitles for Perry Mason s01e07 Angry Mourner.eng

That's what I get for showing off,
Carla.

You looked good while it lasted, Mark.
All the girls were watching.

Never mind that.
All I know is I goofed.

And I'm not sure
they picked up all the pieces.

Well, as the man says:

"That concludes the performance
for this evening."

And just in time. It stopped raining.

Well, you're not planning on leaving,
are you?

You said that concluded
the performance for the evening.

- Is there a cartoon?
- Yeah.

Later. Right now,
it's time for the intermission.

Would you like me
to fix you another drink?

No, and I don't want
any popcorn either.

- Mark.
- Don't fight me, baby.

Let me go.

[TEARS]

[SLAPS]

Betsy. Betsy, wake up.

Did you hear that?

- Betsy, Betsy.
- What?

- Didn't you hear that?
- What's the matter with you?

How could I hear anything?
I was asleep.

It sounded like a shot,
and breaking glass.

Well, you must have been
having a nightmare.

I tell you I heard a shot.
Came from Mark Cushing's place.

- Did you look?
- No, it's--

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

- What was that?
- How do I know?

- Go look.
- You go.

- What's going on?
- I don't know about the shot,

but you heard breaking glass, all right.
The window's busted.

SAM:
Anybody there?

BETS Y:
Don't see nobody.

Sam. Sam, come here.

- Huh? What is it?
- Come here.

Look.

BETS Y:
Isn't that Belle Adrian?

SAM:
Yeah. It's Mrs. Adrian, all right.

- I don't get it.
- Something funny's going on here.

Sam, you better call the sheriff.

Oh, Betsy. If Belle Adrian's there,
it's all right.

- I gotta get my bathrobe, don't I?
- Just to talk on a telephone?

Well, it's damp downstairs.

You can stop stalling. She's gone.

Well, I wasn't stalling.

I was just commenting,
which is entirely different.

Well, I'll go call the sheriff now.

Looks like a piece
out of a small mirror.

See if you can find the rest of it.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Oh, that will be the doc
or Sam Burris.

Fellows, just keep on with your work.

- Hi, Bert.
- Sam.

Oh, uh...

Let's talk over here.

Thanks.

What can you tell me about this,
Sam?

No more than I told you
on the phone.

I heard this shot,
the sound of busting glass,

then this woman screamed.

Any idea who this woman was?

Now, you wouldn't be
holding out on me, would you, Sam?

- Why would I do that?
- You didn't like Mr. Cushing, there.

No, I didn't. You know darn well
he swindled me, Bert.

Now, that was
an everyday business deal.

Everyday business deal, my foot.

Look, Bert,
you know me long enough.

Heck, I didn't like the man
and if he dropped dead

that would have suited me fine,
but this kind of thing, well...

Sure. Sure, Sam.

- Anything else you want?
- No.

No, just be careful going home.

Well, that was a pretty heavy rain
we had tonight.

Help bring out the tracks
of anybody who might have been here.

- We don't wanna mess them up.
- I got you.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Just a minute. I'll be right there.

Good morning, Mr.--

You are Perry Mason, aren't you?
The lawyer?

Yes.

I'm Mrs. Adrian, Belle Adrian.

We have the place
just around the bend.

Could I speak to you a minute?

Well, uh... Well, yes. Come in.

I know you're here for a rest,
Mr. Mason,

and I-- I hate to bother you,

it's just that we're
in such desperate trouble.

What is it?

It's-- Well--

There's been a murder.

Please sit down, Mrs. Adrian.

Oh, Mr. Mason,
I don't know how to thank you--

Well, perhaps we'd better save that
until we see what I can do.

Now, just go ahead. I'll light a fire.

Well,

we aren't actually involved
in this personally, you understand?

We?

My daughter, Carla, and myself.

But I'm afraid that she may
become involved in the notoriety.

Did you know Mark Cushing?

Yes, we'd met.

Carla had dinner with him last night
at his lodge.

It's next to ours
in the other direction.

After she left, he was shot.

- Murdered.
- How did you find that out?

Sam Burris told us.

He's the one
who notified the sheriff.

He and his wife
heard a woman scream.

- When was this?
- About 2:30.

Were your daughter and Cushing
alone at the end of the evening?

Yes. His cook left after she
served dinner and cleared up.

- Her name's Nora Fleming.
- What time did your daughter leave?

About 11:30, I should say.
Or a little after.

She home now?

I don't think you have much
to worry about.

Just have your daughter
tell the sheriff the truth.

Oh, I'm not afraid of the sheriff,
Mr. Mason,

Carla's innocent, of course.
But Mark Cushing was--

Maybe you know his reputation
with girls.

And with Carla there that night--

You know how the papers
can make it sound.

Right.

I wouldn't have much influence
with the newspapers.

Oh, I didn't mean that.

I thought if you could find that woman
who screamed,

perhaps the newspapers
would concentrate on her

and leave Carla out of it.

Yes, that might be helpful,

but what you need is a detective.
I'm a lawyer.

However,
I do employ a good agency.

I'd be glad to ask him to come up
and help.

- Oh, I'd be so grateful if you would.
- All right.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

Long distance, please.

Oh, well, I'd like to speak
to Paul Drake,

the Drake Detective Agency
in Los Angeles.

The telephone number is--
Oh, wait a minute.

Try him at Crestview 97441.

[CAR APPROACHES]

It's the sheriff, Mr. Mason.

I was hoping I could get home
before he found I was here.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Mr. Mason?
- Yes.

I'm Sheriff Bert Elmore.

I'd like to speak to Mrs. Adrian
if I may, please?

Of course. Come in.

Does this concern
the Mark Cushing murder, sheriff?

- That's right. Morning, Mrs. Adrian.
- Good morning, sheriff.

I'd like to ask you a few questions,
if I may?

Oh, are you her lawyer?

Let's just say I'm advising her
for the moment.

I'm sure she'll give you all the help
she can.

Won't you
make yourself comfortable?

Thank you.

We've already talked
to your daughter.

That's how I found out
you were here.

Why did you rush over here
to see Mr. Mason?

Oh, I didn't rush, sheriff.

Though I did come
as soon as I heard, of course.

Why?

Well, there's obviously going to be
some publicity about all this.

I wanted to keep Carla's name out of it
if possible.

How could Mr. Mason do that?

By finding out the name of the
other woman. The one who screamed.

Mr. Adrian, did you know anything
about this murder

before Sam Burris came
and told you?

Why, of course not. How could I?

What time did your daughter
get home?

About 11:30, I should say.

It rained last night, Mrs. Adrian.
Good and heavy.

- Yes, I know.
- I did some checking around.

I found your daughter's car
out where she left it on the road.

The ground under the car was wet
so she had the flat tyre after it rained.

There's also some footprints
in the mud,

tracks leading from the car
to your house.

Mrs. Adrian, your daughter couldn't
have got in till after 1 at the earliest.

Of course, I could be mistaken
about the time, sheriff, but I'm--

I think we should hear the sheriff out,
Mrs. Adrian. I believe...

- I believe there's something else?
- Yes. Yes, there is.

That whole stretch of ground there
is kind of sandy

and I found a set of woman's tracks
leading from the car

to the Cushing house
and back again.

- Those couldn't possibly belong to--
- Is, uh--?

- Is that all?
- No. No, it's not.

There's another set
of woman's footprints, Mrs. Adrian.

Leading from your house
over to the Cushing house and back.

Now, then, what about those tracks,
Mrs. Adrian?

Did you go over
to the Cushing house yourself?

Why, of course not. Why should I?

Well,
that's what I'm wondering about.

Well, we may be wanting to talk to you
and your daughter again, Mrs. Adrian,

so don't go anywhere
without letting us know first.

- See you again, Mr. Mason. Bye.
MASON: Bye.

It begins to look
like you need a lawyer after all.

Well, hi, Della. Come on in.

Quite a layout.
You're really roughing it, aren't you?

Would you believe it?
Only three baths.

Some vacation,

you come up here for a rest
and I have to follow with half the office.

Have any trouble getting here?

No, the roads
are pretty well dried out.

Morning, beautiful.

DELLA:
Paul Drake, when did you get here?

- I thought I started early.
- I flew up in a chartered plane.

What happened?

"Murder," he says.
And what's he want?

Just the licence number of every
car that's up here, that's all.

Don't ask me why.

Every car? Perry, don't you realise
this is Water Carnival weekend?

Why, there must be
at least a thousand cars here.

At least. But you can help.

- Paul only brought three men.
- What are you wa--?

No, don't tell me.
I better get a cup of coffee.

In fact, I think I'd better eat
a hearty breakfast.

- Mr. Mason.
- Hello.

Do come in, Mr. Mason.

This is my daughter, Carla.

- How do you do?
- Miss Adrian.

- And this is Mr. Delano.
- Glad to know you, Mr. Mason.

How do you do?
You live up here, Mr. Delano?

No, I'm from L.A.

Just came up for the weekend
to see Carla.

The sheriff was here,
he had a search warrant.

He went through the house.

Yes?

"Sheriff of county...

Took possession
of one pair of ladies shoes,

one ladies blouse, torn.

One gold compact with broken mirror,
engraved, 'Mark to Carla with love."'

Why did the sheriff take it?

Because he pieced together a mirror

from some broken glass
they found at Cushing's.

- It fit Carla's compact pretty well.
- Where did they find the compact?

In the toe of a riding boot,
stuffed in with a handkerchief.

You don't know how it got there?

No.

You see, Carla doesn't remember
coming home with it last night.

She may have left it in the car
or lost it on the way.

[CAR APPROACHES]

Excuse me.

Our friend the sheriff again.

Oh.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Sorry to trouble you again,
Mrs. Adrian.

That's all right, sheriff.

- Hello, Mr. Mason.
- Hello, sheriff.

- Mr. Delano.
- Hi, sheriff.

Miss Carla.

Oh. I don't know if this will interest
anybody here,

but they're taking Mr. Cushing
back to Los Angeles.

Funeral's Wednesday.

I just thought I'd mention it.

Sheriff, there's something
I want to ask you.

I'd like to establish the relationship
of these houses if I can.

Now, uh, the road goes about

- like this, huh?
- Mm-hm.

And here is this house,
the Adrian house, the Cushing house,

the car about here?

No, well, it's about here.

And the road curves a little more.

MASON:
I see.

And this is the Burris house,
I believe,

with footprints going to and from.

And-- And from this house,
there were footprints to the car, here.

ELMORE:
That's right.

MASON: And from the car to
the Cushing house and back again.

ELMORE: That's right.
MASON: Here.

And from the Cushing place

- to here and back, across here.
ELMORE: That's right.

Now, were all these tracks
made by women?

No. But those from the Burris place,
those were Sam's, of course.

I see.

Now, then,

Mrs. Adrian, do you recognise this?

Well, I don't know, sheriff.
It looks like--

But I can't be sure.

How about you, Miss Carla?

DELANO: It's mine.
- Oh, how do you know?

Well, I dropped it
and chipped the handle.

Where did you see it last?

- Well--
- He loaned it to me, sheriff.

- He's teaching me to shoot.
- When did you see it last?

Why, last weekend, I guess.

I keep it in the glove compartment
of my car.

- You knew about this, of course.
- Yes, of course.

But I don't understand, sheriff,
what's the point of all this?

Well, it looks like the gun
that killed Mr. Cushing.

It was found up the hill a little,
in some brush.

About 30 feet from where Miss Carla's
convertible was stalled.

I don't see why that's so important,
sheriff.

Because it was near the car,
it could just as well have thrown from--

From the tracks that lead from this
house through the Cushing place.

Yes, it could.

And those shoes of yours,

did you know they had a spot
of blood on them?

And particles of glass embedded
in the soles?

But, sheriff, that's insane.
You can't believe that I--

ELMORE:
How do you explain it, Mrs. Adrian?

I've got to arrest you for murder.

What made you think of this licence
number stuff in the first place?

Well, any woman friendly enough
to be at Mark Cushing's place

at 2:00 in the morning
is certain to attend his funeral.

So you figure that by checking
all the cars that were at Bear Valley

the day of the murder against
those who were at the funeral today,

we might hit pay dirt.

Well, it's not foolproof, Paul,
but it's certainly worth the effort.

What have you got if you win?

The woman who screamed, I hope.

[PHONE BUZZES]

DELLA:
I'll get it.

Yes, Gertie.

- It's for you. Henderson.
- Oh, thanks.

Yeah, Henderson.

Uh-huh. Good. He's got the rundown
on those two women.

Go ahead.

Mrs. Sheila Creighton, 5'1 ",
brown eyes,

hundred and sixty-one pounds.
Age: 62.

Skip that one.
Give me the other one.

Marion Keats, 5'7",

blue eyes, 123 pounds,
25 years old.

Address? 1107 Rossmore, L.A.

- Sounds more like it.
- Thanks, Henderson.

Let's go, Paul.

Some vacation.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Miss Keats?
- What do you want?

You're supposed to be announced.

I guess the desk clerk was busy.

I'm an attorney.

"Perry Mason."

Well, you're the lawyer for that woman
who killed Mark Cushing.

That's right.

- I have nothing to say to you.
- I understand your feelings--

You don't understand
or you wouldn't be here.

I've just come from Mark's funeral.
I'm in no mood to talk to anyone.

Especially you.
And if you don't leave immediately, I'll--

I'll call downstairs
and have you thrown out.

I'm sorry.
I thought if we talked about it now,

it would save you the embarrassment
of an appearance in court, however...

What's this?

A subpoena
for a preliminary hearing.

You're ordered to appear tomorrow
at 10 a.m.

Get out. Get out.

Hi, Perry.

Well, I found the night clerk.
How did you do with Miss Keats?

In a word, she was uncooperative,
antagonistic, very angry,

and just wouldn't talk.

Well, with the stimulation
of a little folding money,

the night clerk
just talked his head off. Here it is.

"Friday at 10:20,

Marion Keats received a phone call
from Bear Valley."

The night clerk listened in
to be sure the connection was okay.

He hear the other party say one word,
"Yes," then hang up.

- That was the entire conversation?
- That was it.

"Ten minutes later,
Miss Keats got in her car and took off."

Now, we already know
that she registered

at the Bear Valley Inn at 3:20,
and it's a three-hour drive.

She could've been up there for almost
two hours before she checked in.

What do you suppose
she was doing all that time?

I'm depending on you
to find that out.

- How do you feel, Mrs. Adrian?
- Frightened to death.

Well, try not to show it.

Remember, the burden of proof
is on the district attorney.

Mr. Mason?

I'm Darwin Hale,
prosecutor for the state.

How do you do, sir?

I've heard a great deal about you,
Mr. Mason.

It's a privilege to be opposing you.

The pleasure is mine, Mr. Hale.

Everybody rise and face the flag.

In the presence of the flag
of our country,

emblem of the constitution,

remembering the principles
for which it stands...

My next witness is Nora Fleming.

Raise your right hand.
You swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

- Oh, I do.
- State your name and be seated.

Nora Fleming.

- Is that the cook?
- And housekeeper.

You'll never convince me she
was hired just to dust the furniture.

Miss Fleming, will you please tell
the court exactly

what your position was
in Mark Cushing's home?

I cooked and kept house for him.

And on the night he was killed, did you
serve dinner at the Cushing lodge?

- Oh, yes, sir.
- Who was present?

- Mr. Cushing and Carla Adrian.
HALE: No one else?

No, sir.

What time was that, Miss Fleming?

Oh, about 10:15.

- Have you ever seen this before?
- Oh, yes, sir.

When?

Miss Adrian was wearing it that night
she had dinner with Mr. Cushing.

HALE: Will you examine it
very carefully, please?

Do you notice anything different
about it now

from when you saw it that night?

- Oh, well, yes, sir.
- What?

This tear in the front.

HALE: And it wasn't torn
when you saw it that evening?

Definitely not.

Your Honour, I ask the court to receive
this blouse in evidence

as People's Exhibit B.

MASON:
No objection.

Cross-examine.

No questions.

JUDGE:
Witness may step down.

Gentlemen, it's time
for the noon adjournment.

This court will recess till 2
this afternoon.

Defendant is remanded to custody
of sheriff.

Paul.

Right away.

- Betsy, isn't this just terrible?
- I'll be outside.

You know, Carla may be mixed up
in this some way

but not Belle Adrian,
you'll never convince me.

- I say, they're trying the wrong one.
- I wouldn't be too sure, Hazel.

You've been wrong before.
I remember once, you told--

I tell you, Betsy,
you just don't know human nature.

Why, Belle Adrian is a lady.

She couldn't be mixed up in a thing
like this. She just is not the type.

Well, maybe you're the one
don't know human nature.

Maybe you're in for a big surprise.
You and everybody else.

- You know something?
- Well, never you mind.

- What is it, Betsy? You can trust me.
- I gotta find Sam.

Oh, sheriff.

Sheriff, I wanna talk to you.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yes?

Oh, hello, Betsy.

Come on in. Sit down.

Hey, you know, I haven't seen you
in quite a spell.

You lost a little weight, haven't you?

All right, Bill Hale,
what do you want?

Come now, don't be so edgy.

I just thought you and I ought to have
a little talk.

Was that any reason to have Bert here
pick me up

like I was a common criminal
or something?

I wish you hadn't said that, Betsy.

Withholding evidence
is a criminal offence, you know.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Look, Mr. Hale--

Oh, I know what you're gonna say,
sheriff,

but after all, we've got to consider
Mrs. Burris' motive.

Betsy likes Belle Adrian,
as who doesn't.

And she was only trying to help her,
right?

But now you're going to tell us
the whole story, aren't you?

Good.

Barbara, would you mind coming
in here and bringing your notebook?

Hey, leave some for me.

You'll have to admit,
this is the world's greatest detective

when it comes to finding food.

What did you learn, Paul?

Well, I checked on that phone call
to Marion Keats I told you about.

It was made
on an outside pay booth

at a service station
near Mark Cushing's place.

The only trouble is,
the service station was closed

and we can't find out
who put it through.

When the sheriff's men
went over Carla's car,

they found a fresh print
they can't account for.

It looks like a right thumb.

My man's getting a photostat of it,
and we'll have it soon.

I wonder how we can get a hold
of Marion Keats' operator's licence?

It should have her right thumbprint
on it.

Suppose it matches the print
on the car.

It would explain a lot of things.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

[SIREN WAILING]

What's the meaning of this?

May I see your driver's licence,
please?

Why? I wasn't speeding.

We got a report on a stolen car.

This is ridiculous.

Now, then, sheriff, I presume
when you examined Carla Adrian's car,

you checked it over thoroughly
for fingerprints.

- Yes, sir.
- Did you find any

that you couldn't identify?

Yes. There was one
on the left door handle.

- Do you have a photograph of that?
- Yes.

Your Honour, I don't think
this is a proper cross-examination.

Well, I'm going to let him answer
the question.

Mrs. Adrian's charged
with a serious crime,

and this court intends
to give her counsel

every opportunity to examine
the evidence the sheriff has gathered.

Facts are facts and law is law.

But we're not leaving out anything
like a fingerprint

on account of some technicality.

The court would like to see it too.

Thank you.

Your Honour, I would like to introduce
this as Defendant's Exhibit Number 1.

- Of course.
- No objection.

Thank you, sheriff. Oh.

About the glass in the soles
of these shoes,

did you subject it or have it subjected
to any sort of test

which would determine
if it were identical to any of the glass

found in the room
where Mark Cushing was killed?

Well, yes, I did.

- We used a spectroscopic analysis.
- What did it show?

Not too much, because it happened
that most of the glass

was from common formulas
that might be found anywhere.

Except for the lavender vase,

and there didn't happen
to be any of that in the shoes.

None at all?

None at all.

Thank you, sheriff.

That's all.

My next witness
will be Mrs. Sam Burris.

I called Paul. He said it's definitely
not Marion Keats' fingerprint.

Wait.

Tell him to try Nora Fleming.

- Right.
BAILIFF: Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the
whole truth and nothing but the truth?

- I do.
- State your name and be seated.

Betsy Burris.

Now, then, Mrs. Burris,

with reference to the early
morning hours of last Saturday,

did you have any occasion to look over
at the Cushing lodge?

Yes, sir.

What was that occasion?

Well, my husband woke me up.

I'm a real heavy sleeper, but Sam isn't.
And he said--

Now, never mind what he said,
Mrs. Burris,

what did you do after he said it?

I got up
and looked over at Cushing's.

What time was that?

Well, as near as I can tell,
about 2:30.

Did you see anything?

BETS Y:
I saw lights on in the cottage.

HALE:
Did you use any optical aid?

BETS Y:
Yes, sir. Binoculars.

And what did you see?

Well, I saw the window
that had been broken out

and broken glass on the sill
and the table inside,

and some of the room.

Part of his wheelchair,
but just a little bit.

Did you hear anything?

Yes, sir.

Just before I got out of the bed,
I heard a woman scream.

HALE: Of your own knowledge,
do you know who that woman was?

No, sir.

Did you see any individual in the house
at that time?

Not right then, no.

Did you...?

Did you later?

Yes, sir.

A few minutes
after we heard the scream.

Did you recognise that individual?

Yes, sir.

Who was it?

Belle Adrian.

[CHATTERING]

Your witness.

Order. Let's have order.

Your Honour,
I request a ten-minute recess

to confer with my client.

That seems a reasonable request,
Mr. Mason.

Court will recess until 3:15.

Mr. Mason,
I know what you must think of me.

Well?

For some unaccountable reason,
Mrs. Adrian,

people in trouble foolishly try
to escape it by lying to their lawyers.

But you're allowing me
to go into court

without complete knowledge
of the facts is inexcusable.

This is no time for tears,
Mrs. Adrian.

Now tell me, did you--?

Look at me.

Did you kill Mark Cushing?

- Did you?
- No, no, no.

Really, I didn't, Mr. Mason.

But I don't expect you to believe me.

Why did you go to Cushing's?

Because I was worried.

I hadn't heard Carla come in.

I went out to the garage.

The car was gone.

And just then, I heard this scream.

I was terrified.

I rushed right over there.

What happened
when you got there?

I went up to the house
and I rang the bell,

but nobody answered.

I went around to the back.

The door was unlocked.

When I opened it,

I saw him.

What did you do?

Well,

I saw Carla's compact on the floor,
so I picked it up.

And then I looked around
for other incriminating evidence.

I wiped some fingerprints
from some bottles

and I washed three glasses
and wiped them, put them away.

And I wiped some other places.

Does it look very bad?

Couldn't look much worse.

Now, Mr. Burris,

when you looked at the Cushing lodge
through your binoculars,

what did you see?

Well, I saw the broken window
and busted glass and all,

and, well, I saw Mrs. Adrian.

Why didn't you mention earlier
you had seen her?

Because nobody asked me.
You, nor the sheriff either.

[LAUGHING]

We decided to tell the truth
if anybody asked us,

but they didn't until now.

And Mrs. Adrian may have been
over there,

but she didn't kill Mark Cushing,
neither did her daughter.

Never mind your opinion.

What did you do
after you recognised Mrs. Adrian?

Called the sheriff,

then went over myself
to Cushing's place.

What did you find there?

You mean, besides the sheriff
and the deputies?

Yes.

Well, the broken glass
and stuff we saw through the window,

like I told you before.

And then,
of course, I could see Cushing,

sitting there in the chair,
and the blood.

And you could see where he'd been
watching movies with somebody,

the way the chairs were
and the ashtrays.

There was a glass with lipstick on it.

I don't recall it too good.
I guess seeing him like that,

well, it kind of made my hair stand up,
you know?

You remember anything else?

No, sir.
Seems about all I can recollect.

Your Honour, this witness
has suppressed information

and I'm not going to defend
his conduct.

In fact, I'll state frankly to Mr. Mason

that I'm not going to interpose
any objections

to his cross-examination
of this witness.

He'll probably rip him to shreds,
but it doesn't matter.

Sam Burris brought it on himself.

That's all.

I turn the witness over to you
for cross-examination.

That's very generous of you,
Mr. Hale.

However, I have no questions
of this witness at the moment.

Later on, perhaps. But nothing now.

- Nothing at all?
- Nothing at all.

In that event, Your Honour,
I'll let this conclude our case.

We're only attempting here, after all,
to present sufficient evidence

for the court to bind the defendant
over for trial

and I feel we've certainly done that.

Yes, there's certainly evidence
that a crime has been committed,

and I think
there's sufficient evidence to--

Just a moment, Your Honour.
Aren't you gonna give me a chance

to present the defendant's side
of the case?

By all means, Mr. Mason.

Most assured that the court didn't
intend to foreclose the defendant.

I simply assumed that... Well,
I won't commit myself in advance.

Go right ahead with your defence.

Thank you.

I call as my first witness
Marion Keats.

Is Marion Keats in court?

Your Honour, I am George Lansing.
I represent Miss Keats.

And I object, Your Honour,
to having her called as a witness.

Mr. Mason is abusing the process
of this court.

In what way, Mr. Lansing?

Well, my client knows
absolutely nothing about this case,

yet Mr. Mason called on her
completely unannounced.

And when she refused to grant him
an interview,

he served her with a summons
as an act of personal revenge.

Now, there is nothing that Mr. Mason
can elicit from this witness,

and in forcing her to appear
in this session of the court,

she has been exposed
to unfavourable publicity

merely to create a diversion

to distract attention
from the defendant.

I submit, Your Honour,

that this act constitutes a contempt
of this court.

Mr. Mason, this is a serious charge.
I trust you are prepared to refute it?

Put Miss Keats on the stand,
let me ask her five questions,

and we'll find out
how much she knows about this case.

Mr. Mason, the court feels
that you should be warned

that if the charge made by Mr. Lansing
is proved,

the court will regard it
with exceeding gravity.

Am I to be deprived of the opportunity
to examine a witness

on behalf of the defendant
simply because of this charge?

No, certainly not.

Then I want Marion Keats
to take the stand.

Very well, Miss Keats,
you may take the stand.

- But you said I wouldn't have to.
- It's all right.

I'm laying the foundation
for formal charges.

Your guess was right
about Nora Fleming the cook.

- It was her thumbprint on the car.
- Well, that's something.

Now, Miss Keats, don't be in any hurry
to answer the questions.

The district attorney
will probably object to most of them

and I will object to all of them.

So let the court rule on each objection
before you speak.

Your Honour,
this is obviously a hostile witness.

I may have to ask leading questions.

- How do we know she's hostile?
- Look at her.

Go ahead with your questions,
Mr. Mason.

Miss Keats, I think you're acquainted
with Nora Fleming,

cook and housekeeper
employed by Mark Cushing?

Objected to as incompetent, irrelevant
and immaterial,

and having no bearing on the issue
in this case.

And I object, Your Honour,
on the ground that counsel

has no well-defined objective in mind
and is merely on a fishing expedition.

Mr. Mason, this objection
has now formally put before the court

the charge that
you have no definite object in mind

in using this witness.

Do you have anything to say?

Yes, the charge
is completely erroneous.

I expect to show by this witness that
she was in love with Mark Cushing.

That she was insanely jealous.

That she had made arrangements
with Nora Fleming, the cook,

to telephone her the next time Cushing
had a solitary date with Carla Adrian

or any other woman.

Your Honour, this is purest fantasy.
This is invading the privacy--

I've been asked by this court to state
my objectives and I'm stating them.

Now, I expect to show

that Nora Fleming did so telephone
Marion Keats last Friday night.

And that Marion Keats
immediately drove up here,

where she was joined
by Nora Fleming.

And that together,
they came upon on abandoned car

belonging to Carla Adrian.

And that either Marion Keats
or Nora Fleming

then walked from Carla Adrian's car
to the Cushing lodge

at about 2:30 in the morning.

Approximately the same time
Sam Burris heard a woman scream.

This is preposterous.
There's not a shred of evidence--

And to prove it, I'll ask this witness
how Nora Fleming's right thumbprint

happens to be upon the door handle
of Carla Adrian's car and furthermore--

Stop. Stop it.

I didn't do anything.
He was dead when I got there.

Your Honour, perhaps Mr. Lansing
would like to continue his argument

that I am abusing the due process
of this court.

That I have no definite plan,
et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Well, Mr. Lansing?

Your Honour, this comes
as a complete surprise to me.

It changes everything.

So it does.

You may proceed, Mr. Mason.

Very well, Your Honour.

Now, then, Miss Keats,
do you intend--?

Please.

Please. I'll tell everything.
But can't I do it my own way?

Of course.

Go ahead, Miss Keats.

Well, you see,
Mark was going to marry me.

That is, he said he was.

Anyhow, I thought
he was playing around.

And, well, I wanted to catch him.

So I arranged with Nora to call me.

Then Friday night when she did,
I went up and met her.

I wanted to use her key, you see,
so I could get in without...

On the way,
we came to Miss Adrian's car.

So I knew
she wasn't there any longer.

Then Nora found the compact
in the car and showed it to me.

What compact?
You don't mean the one that--

Yes, sir.

The gold one engraved,
"Mark to Carla with love."

JUDGE:
And then?

Well, it made me so mad
that I just ran up to the house.

It wasn't very far, but when I--

Now, Miss Keats,
you don't have to answer this question,

but did you kill Mark Cushing?

Kill him? Of course not.

Why should I?

I loved him.

I just took one look and screamed.

That's when I dropped the compact.

Mr. Mason?

Your Honour, I believe I have no
further questions of Miss Keats.

No further questions?

It seems to me there should be
a lot of questions.

Mr. Hale, did you know anything
about this?

Naturally not, Your Honour.

Well, you know it now.

Yes, Your Honour.

May it please the court, I--

I am not accustomed
to practising criminal law.

However, due to circumstances

which have come
as a complete surprise to me,

I now find myself
representing a witness

who could be charged with a crime.

Therefore, Your Honour,

I would like to advise Miss Keats
to answer no further questions

and I suggest that she leave
the witness stand.

I suggest that the sheriff
take this woman into custody

until there can be
a further investigation.

Right through here.

If there are no objections,
I'm going to recess this hearing

to confer with counsel
in my chambers.

MASON: There is one thing
I could bring out, Your Honour,

and it might help our conference.

I'd like to call Sam Burris back
to the stand at this time.

Very well, Mr. Mason.

BAILIFF:
Sam Burris to the stand.

Now, then, Mr. Burris, are you ready
to have my cross-examination

rip you to shreds?

Yes, sir.

I hate to disappoint anyone,

but all I wanted to do was
to establish one or two minor points.

And I'm sure you'll recall

and report them
as accurately as you can.

Yes, sir. I'll sure do my best.

Of course.

Now, then,
I believe you testified earlier

that you heard the sound
of breaking glass, a shot,

and later, a scream.

And that the interval between the shot
and the scream

was as much as,
oh, say, ten or 15 minutes?

I know it don't sound reasonable,
but it just feels that way.

I see.

Now, then, during the interval
between the shot and the scream,

do you recall hearing the sound
of an automobile?

Of someone starting a car
or perhaps driving it off?

Well, now, you know, it's funny,
nobody asked me that before.

I never thought about it.

No. I can't say there was any car.

Unless maybe I fell sleep
for a little while and it was then.

All right.

Now, it seems to me

that you also testified earlier

with regard to what you found when
you went to Cushing's to investigate.

You found "you could see where he'd
been watching movies with somebody,

the way the chairs were
and the ashtrays,

there with the glass with lipstick on it,"
and so on.

Is that right?

Yes, sir. Sounds about right.

Now, you may not have gathered this
as yet, but when you were watching

the defendant,
Belle Adrian, through the binoculars,

she, mistakenly, of course,
but quite understandably,

was removing all traces
of her daughter's earlier visit.

- Now, do you understand?
- Yes, sir.

Now, Mr. Burris, would you explain
to me and to the court

just how it happened
that when you went to investigate,

after Belle Adrian had left,

that you saw a glass
with lipstick on it

when she had already washed it
and put it away?

Well, I-- You see--

I mean, I was so shook up, you see?

I don't recall too clear.

But you do recall.
You recall it because it's true.

You did see a glass with lipstick on it,
because you were there

before Belle Adrian. You were there
before Marion Keats screamed.

You were there when Mark Cushing
was shot because you shot him.

Sam.

I'm sorry, Sam.

[LAUGHING]

- No.
- I don't understand this, Mr. Mason.

How could you figure it all out
just from that glass?

Well, that just started me thinking.

But once started along that line
of thinking,

anyone would have come
to the same conclusion.

- I wouldn't.
- Oh, sure you would, Paul.

It couldn't have been anyone
but Sam Burris.

He said he didn't hear the car start
after the shot.

So it couldn't have been Carla.
The scream came well after the shot,

so it couldn't have been
Marion Keats.

And Mrs. Adrian didn't get there
until even later.

But I still don't see how he did it,
Mr. Mason.

Well, he knew the pistol
was in your car,

so he took it while you were
in Cushing's place.

After you left, he went over there,
shot Cushing, broke some glass,

went back home, went to bed,
and he woke his wife,

and told her he'd just heard a shot
and some glass breaking.

The fact that Marion Keats screamed,
well, that was pure velvet.

Mr. Mason, were you surprised
when you found I didn't do it?

Of course not, Mrs. Adrian.
I knew that all along.

You just weren't the type.

- And who is the type, pray tell?
- Oh, that's easy, Paul.

Anyone who is not represented
by Perry Mason.

[LAUGHING]

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