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- Impact.

The force with which
two lives come together.

Sometimes for good, sometimes for evil.

(banging gavel)
(angry conversing)

- Call Mrs. Williams.

Tell her to be ready in about
an hour and I'll pick her up.

You phone Sam Rapel
and see if those papers

are on the way over from the executive.

- Yes, Walt.

- Well Mr. Darcy, what's
the score? Nine to nothing?

- I'm afraid it is, Walt.

If you think you can persuade
them to change their minds,

go right ahead.

- Gentlemen, I never
interfere in stock issues,

dividends, or anything
else in your department.

I must run my department
with no interference.

Either I know why and when,

I need more factory space
or you need another boy,

and that's all right with me too,

because I can take these plants

and pick my own spot in
the motor production field.

You won't have to worry
so much about dividends.

There won't be many.

(angry discussion)
- Hold on!

- I'm sure none of us want to
lose Walt, or our dividends.

What do you say we take another vote?

(angry discussion)

- All in favor buying
the three new factories,

signify by saying aye.

- Aye.
- Aye.

- Aye.
- Aye.

- Aye.
- Aye.

- Aye.
- Aye.

- Aye.

- An unanimous vote.
Congratulations, Walt.

- Congratulate the
board. The other one is.

- Williams.

If these factories are so valuable,

that other companies would
jumping the chance to get them,

how do you know that you
can buy them at the price

you quoted us?

- How do I know? I
bought them this morning.

(angry discussion)

Della, I was asked to rush
this up for Mr. Williams.

- Get my wife, Della.

- Your maid said she'd
gone to the dentist.

I gave her the message.

- Oh fine.

- Oh, this just came.

- Thank you.

What about those papers?

- They're here. Burke's checking them now.

- Good.

- Congratulations Walt.
Take a look at clause four.

Those provisions haven't
been clarified yet.

- Oh no?

I want to leave for Tahoe right away.

Get Judge during on the phone. Will you?

Nevermind.

I can get faster action if I
run out to San Rafael myself

and stick with 'em till I write.

(buzzer sounds)

Yeah?

- Mrs. Williams on three.

- Oh, put the blueprints of
that new diesel in, will you?

I want Jackson to see them.

Right. That's just...

I'm afraid now we won't be able to leave

till about five o'clock.

What? You're not going with me?

but I counted on it.

- But I thought as soon
as Dr. Harris took care

of whatever it was, I'd feel better.

I don't.

Stupid things still aches and I certainly

wouldn't be a very
desirable driving companion.

No, seriously darling.

You run along and buy your
little factories and hurry home.

I'll send your bag to the office.

- And cheap me out of my
goodbye kiss? Not a chance.

I've got to drive over to San Rafael.

I'll stop on the way.

Lovely.

Bye dear.

(piano music playing)

(whistling)

- How do you expect me to
whistle through a toothache?

- Mm. Nothing in the whole world

smells as sweet as you do, Duchess.

- Certainly don't feel sweet.

I'm as grouchy as an old bear.

- Well, old Doc Williams

can give you something to fix that.

Close your eyes.

Relax a minute.

Take a look at that and see
if you don't feel better.

- Oh, Walt! Oh darling, it's beautiful!

(romantic music)

- Not bad. Not bad at all.

You know, to quote my wife,
I like monograms on things.

It shows they belong to me. End quote.

- When did your wife say
such a thing, Mr. Williams?

- About six years ago when I married her,

she gave me the first
monogram shirts I ever owned.

Those were the words on
the card. I still have it.

- I certainly hope your board of directors

never discovers what a softy you are.

- They won't, don't worry. I
have only one vulnerable spot.

- What really happened this morning?

All I got out of Della
was that you stalked out

of the office with blood in your eye,

and were back in no time with
canary feathers in your mouth.

- Oh, I clip those birds' wings,

but short, no one's gonna
vote me down, Sweet.

Not when I know I'm right.

- But how did you convince
the board of that so quickly?

- With subtle hints and easy persuasion.

Like this.

Either I get what I want,

or you get yourself another boy,

and that's all right with me too.

(flower vase smashing on the floor)

- Walter!

- What a clumsy ox. I'm sorry, precious.

Oh, please, sweet. Don't be so upset.

- (laughing) Oh, if you
could have seen your face.

Oh don't bother dear, Su
Lin will take care of that.

- Not exactly a good
prescription for nerves.

- You know you're wrong Dr. Williams?

The way I feel now, a good cat nap

will probably make a new woman out of me.

It's not going to make you too late?

- Yes.

- But I'm sure that by
five o'clock I'll...

- Swell.

I'll run over to San Rafael
and get things ironed out

and be back for you by five on the nose.

- Darling, wait! That's perfectly silly.

I'll take a taxi cab and
meet you in Sausalito.

There's a drug store on a
corner opposite the square.

I'll be there at five o'clock,

and we can go straight on up to Tahoe.

That'll save you all that
late afternoon traffic

and all that time it'll
take to come and pick me up.

- Smart woman, my wife.
Thinks of everything.

- Where's your bag, honey?

- Oh, Su Lin still has some
things to press for me.

- Sure you don't mind taking a taxi?

- Very sure.

- Sweet dreams, Duchess.

See you at five. Gotta get going.

Bye, hon.

(pensive music)

- Long distance? On Berkeley 79721.

- Hello? Ah, hiya, beautiful.

Here. Don't forget, turn this stuff over

to a bellboy at the
airport hotel in Oakland.

Tell him to hold it for Jack Burns.

- Jack Burns, the airport hotel.

- That's right. I'll be checking in later.

What do I owe you?

A buck 15 to here.

All this stuff, back to Oakland...

- Yeah. Yeah. Buy yourself a new...

- Thanks.

(boat horn)

- Hey, where's that new
woman who was gonna meet me?

It's after five o'clock.

Oh gee. Yeah, so sure
you are gonna be okay?

Maybe you better get yourself
another dentist, huh?

Of course, I understand honey. Of course.

Just to prove it to you,
I'm coming right on home.

- No, I You really mustn't darling.

I, I'm going to be
perfectly all right. Really.

And besides...
- Besides what?

- Well, I've done something
you're not going to like,

you remember Aunt
Margaret back in Illinois?

- You mean the old gal in Evanston?

I'm way ahead of you. How much?

- Well, it isn't money this time.

It's, it's another relative.

Her favorite nephew, Jim Torrence.

All of a sudden right out of
the blue just after you left,

he telephone me from Berkeley.

- Okay, shall I'll see
him when I get back.

- Well, you don't understand dear.

You are going to see him right away.

- I'm what?

- Well, all he seemed
to want was to be able

to get back to Illinois. So...

- So you buy him a ticket, that's easy.

- Well, it isn't. I, I offered to,

but he got huffy and said
he didn't want any handouts,

and well, without thinking,

I told him we'd pick him
up and give him a lift

as far as Denver.

- I won't say I'm getting
exactly an even trade for you,

but where do I find this guy?

- Well, he should be there right now.

I told him to be on the lookout
for a cream colored roadster

just in case we fail to recognize

one another after all these years.

Darling, you're such a lamb.
You sure you forgive me?

- What do you think?
Well, I better run along

or cousin Jim might get
nervous. Take it easy, Sweet.

And miss me. Will you?

- I do already.

Don't drive fast, and please
take care of yourself.

Softy.

Bye.

- Hello, Della?

Yeah, Mrs. Williams
wasn't able to go with me,

now while I'm gone you see that

she gets her roses every morning?

That's right.

But this time on all the
cards, put "love from Softy."

Yeah. S-O-F-T-Y.

Hello.

You must be Jim Torrence.

- Yeah, that's me.

- I'm Walt Williams. Hiya, Jim.

- Hi. Where's Irene?

- Oh, she's a little under the
weather at the last minute.

Worse luck.

- Oh, that's too bad.

I was hoping I'd see her.

- Yeah, I'm disappointed
too. Where's your luggage?

- Oh, I'm wearing it.
Less trouble that way.

(car engine revving)

- Irene tells me you're
heading for Illinois.

- Yeah.

- Going been a little rough, huh?

- I haven't exactly been
worried about my income tax.

What's your line, Jim?

- Oh, I guess I'm a better
salesman than anything else.

- Hmm. You know, I can
give you a couple letters

when you get back to
Chicago. It might help you.

- It's fine. But laying with
the top brass never hurts.

- What outfit were you with?

- Patton's third army.

- How was it?

- Rough.

Except for the time in Italy.
I kinda liked it there.

- Patton's outfit never got to Italy.

- Of course.

Most civilians never know or care,

and I, I figured you didn't either.

- Well I fooled you that time.

Our last chance to chow
for a while. How about it?

- No thanks.

I grabbed a hamburger while
I was waiting for you.

I can still taste the harness.

- Sure you won't change your mind?

- No. I'm gonna grab little shut eye.

- Chicken sandwich and a Coke.

- One chicken sandwich.

- Chicken sandwich coming up.

- Gimme change for a dollar, will you?

- Yes Sir.

- Thank you.

- San Francisco. Klondike 26714.

(phone ringing)

- Klondike 26714 does not answer.

- Oh, well try Sutter 12599 please.

- Bayview Apartments.
Oh, yes, Mr. Williams.

No, your maid isn't there tonight, sir.

She said Mrs. Williams
was taking something

to make her sleep and wasn't
to be disturbed, but perhaps...

- No, no. Don't disturb her.

Just leave a message
that I won't forget about

a certain problem.

- I think I have it, sir.

You want her to forget all
about a certain problem.

Softy? Is that S-O-F-T-Y Sir?

Softy is going to take care
of it thoroughly. Is that all?

- Yes. That's all she'll understand.

Be sure she gets it the first
thing in the morning, right.

(suspicious music)

- Oh, hi.

It's been so long since
I've been behind the wheel

of anything but a caterpillar or a jeep,

I had to find out what
a real buggy feels like.

- Why don't you drive for a while?

- That's swell.

- Nothing'd suit me better.

(alarming music)

- Tell me, Irene still got
that little scar on her cheek?

- The one she got from the fall? Yeah.

You can hardly see it now though.

How'd you know about that?
She just got it last summer.

Thought you said you
hadn't seen her for years?

Oh, from Aunt Margaret,
of course. How else?

She always sends me the
news and the letters.

- I guess your Aunt Margaret

will be pretty happy to see you.

Irene says you're the favorite nephew.

- I'm afraid my lovely cousin

was just giving me a
buildup for your benefit.

- You don't know, Irene.

- Maybe not.

(suspenseful music)

- What's the matter?

- I think we got a flat.

- Yeah, that is a flounder.

- Oh, well let's get to work.

Hey, look out there, young
fella. It's quite a drop.

- You got a flashlight?

I think I have. Get the
jack, I'll take a look.

- Did you find it?
- Yeah.

It won't be long now.

(train whistling)

Come on, let's get going.

- Wait a minute.

Did one of your cuff links fall out?

- Huh?

- Oh, something dropped.

I, I heard it fall right
down there at your feet.

- Oh.

- It must have rolled under the car.

- Irene and me, sucker!

(shocking music)

(train whistling)

- Hello!?

Need a hand?

- No, no, I'm all set now.

- Okay. Goodnight.

(dramatic music)

- Keys.

(music continues)

- Need any help, Bub?

That guy must be crazy.

(shocking music)

- Now in case my husband should be late,

and have to rush for his plane,
this will be taken care of.

- Mr. and Mrs. Burns, 302.

(dramatic music)
(train whistling)

- "Irene and me", sucker.

"Irene and me" sucker!

- take care of yourself. Softy, Softy.

(gentle music)

(music continues)

(typewriter typing)

- Young lady.

- Excuse me.

- I want to see Mrs. Walter Williams.

- I'm sorry sir, but she left
orders not to be disturbed.

- I'm sorry, too.

Lieutenant Quincy, the police department.

(phone ringing)

- Hello? I thought I left
orders not to be dis-

Oh, I see. Ask him to come up, please.

(door buzzes)

- Yes?

- I'm Lieutenant Quincy
with the police department.

I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour.

May I come in?

- Of course.

- Well, Lieutenant?

- Did your husband go on a
motor trip late this afternoon?

- Why, yes. He went to
Denver on business. Why?

Was he driving a Packard Roadster?

- Yes.

Is is anything wrong?

- I'm afraid there is. Would you sit down?

- Has, has something
happened to my husband?

- Yes, Mrs. Williams.

- He's dead, isn't he?

- Yes.

- Oh Walt, I knew something
like this would happen.

I begged him time and again,
not to pick up hitchhikers.

- But it wasn't a
hitchhiker, Mrs. Williams.

It was just an accident.

He ran into a truck, A gasoline truck.

- You mean there was fire?

- He must have been driving pretty fast.

I don't think he felt
anything after the crash.

- If there's nothing more you
need me for, lieutenant. I...

- I, I think I understand.

And may I say you've taken this

with a great deal of courage.

Goodnight, Mrs. Williams.

- Take care of yourself. Softy...Softy...

- Ready? Yeah.

That Williams must have been quite a guy.

- Yeah. He went to work
for Universal Motors

as a sheet metal worker.

Less than 10 years. He's
their top production man.

- Well he sure went out
in a blaze of glory.

- Yeah. Ah, let's go.

- Softy...Softy...Softy...
- Irene and me, sucker.

(shocking music)

- Well, could Mr. Perez
have taken a later plane

and still make connections
for Mexico City?

I see.

(knocking on door)

- Yes?

- It is some telegrams for Thai Thai.

- Just put them under the door, Su Lin.

Please, Thai Thai. A policeman Quincy,

most anxious to see you.

- Ask him to wait, Su Lin.

- Mrs. Williams will see you presently.

Wait, please.

(door buzzes)

- Flowers for Mrs. Walter Williams.

- Thank you.

- Roses like Mr. Williams
always sending when he is away.

- You seem to have been
very fond of Mr. Williams.

- Su Lin is honored to have
served him five years and he-

- I'm sorry to keep you
waiting, Lieutenant.

- I wouldn't be disturbing you again

if it wasn't necessary,

and I would be keeping you but a moment.

- You're being very
considerate. Won't you sit down?

- Everyone's been most thoughtful.

- And why shouldn't they be?

- Forgive me. I'm all right now.

What was it Lieutenant?

- The state police would like
to have some information.

They found some wavy skid marks

for quite a distance on the road,

as if the car had been out
of control when it crashed.

Tell me, was Mr. Williams
a reckless driver?

- Well, no.

He, he was a fast driver,
but certainly not reckless.

- Well, was he, was he a heavy drinker?

- Quite the contrary.

- What about his health?

Could he have had a heart attack,

and lost consciousness
before the accident?

- Why? No. He, he was in perfect health,

but he'd been working
much too hard lately and,

and was overtired.

Perhaps he fell asleep
at the wheel last night.

Oh, poor darling.

If only I've been able to
go with him last night,

he might still be alive.

- Well, maybe so. And maybe not.

You mustn't blame yourself, Mrs. Williams.

Fate plays an important
part in these matters.

Your handkerchief.

- When's the next train to San Francisco?

- 10:00 AM tomorrow.

- Are you sure there isn't one sooner?

- No, I'm sorry.

- We have a circuit now, Sir.

Evanston.

Calling Mrs. Margaret Hubbard's
residence in Evanston.

One moment please.

(phone ringing)

- Hello? Mrs. Margaret Hubbard?

- Yes. Who's this?

- Long distance.

I have a call from Mr. James Torrance.

- Who?

- Mr. James Torrence.

- He's her nephew. Jim Torrence.

- The call is for your
nephew, Jim Torrence.

- I haven't any nephew,

and I don't know any Jim Torrence.

- Sir. Mr. Hubbard says she...

(alarming, dramatic music)

(crying)

- What's the matter, son?
Looks like you need a doctor.

- Doctor?

- I can't leave the station,

but all the vendors are
just across the road there.

- Doctor.
- Think you can make it?

- Yeah, I'll make it.

- Now take it easy, man.

There's some concussion there.

You've gotta watch your step for a while.

- "Walter Williams' beautiful widow,

who by her own request sat
alone in the family alcove

during the service."

Smart. Someone might have
caught her licking her chops.

- Hey, what's that?

- Walter Williams.

- Walter Wi...hey, ain't
that the guy that...?

For the love of Mike,

what's that briefcase
doing here? He's dead.

- They did him a dirty trick if he ain't.

- Hey, now wait a minute. Don't touch it.

You better turn it over with the police.

(inquisitive music)

- Homicide. Captain Callahan.

- Oh yes, chief. The dough
just came in from Washington.

The fingerprints of those
of a James Torrence.

- Yeah, I'm putting Quincy on it. Right?

- That sure does open up a new can of peas

on the Williams accident.

There's the FBI reporting the guy.

Playing with lady's affection

seems to come natural with him.

All you gotta do Quincy, is find him.

- Yes. That's all I gotta do.

Last known whereabouts of Jim Torrence

was in a moving van somewhere between

Sacramento and Points East.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Last known address care of his
sister, Mrs. Josie Rosetti.

Irving Apartments. Berkeley.

Well, what are you waiting
for Quincy? Let's go.

Did Terrence leave any forwarding address?

- No. He said he was
going to send it to him.

- Sorry to trouble you.

- Oh, Lieutenant,

if you should happen to hear
from him, will you let me know?

There's an unpaid telephone
bill and a bundle of laundry.

- Laundry. Let's have a look.

I may have to take this along with me.

Not without a receipt, you don't.

- You mean you don't trust the police?

- In my business, you don't trust anybody.

- Mine too.

Holy Saint Valentine's Day.

- Look, he had the same
thing on his shirts too.

- Well, well. Romance in
your late tenant's life.

Did you ever see the lady?

- You know, I never did,

but I always knew when she'd been here.

The wonderful perfume.

- I lay you 10 to one, she's a rich widow.

- Could be. Wait, I'll get
you his telephone bill.

- Pretty fancy stuff for a hitchhiker.

- Yeah, but he's a
pretty fancy hitchhiker.

According to the shirt maker,

a certain lady in the town
had these made special,

and they're just like their husband's.

Only his initials were W.W.

Sort of smells, doesn't it Captain?

Now take a look at this little item

that was also found in the laundry.

I for Irene, and W for,

well, it could be for
Williams too, couldn't it?

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

Homicide. Callahan speaking.

- Hello? Oh, hello,
Fritz. Hello. What news?

Oh? Any luck? Both days, huh? Swell.

Have it typed up and sign it.

This report of Fritz will
be a nice little topper

for this pile.

His checkup shows calls
from Torrence's phone

to Williams's private number,

and a flock of them going the other way,

including one on the seventh
and several on the eighth.

The eighth in case you've forgotten,

is the date of Walt
Williams accidental death.

That ought to be enough
to get an indictment

out of the grand jury.

Go pick her up.

I'd like to play a long shot first.

It might give us two for one.

- Well take him one at a
time. A bird in the hand-

- Is not going to lead us to its mate.

I'd like to give the
lady a little more rope.

- Well, I...
- Thanks.

I thought you'd agree.

(door buzzing)

- Well, Lieutenant, you
just caught me. I was-

- I'm glad. I have some
rather startling news

I thought you should know
before it hits the headlines.

- Come in.

Sit down, won't you Lieutenant?

- Thank you.

- I'm very anxious to
hear about this news.

- It seems that your
first hunch, remember?

That a hitchhiker was responsible
for your husband's death?

Well, Mrs. Williams,
you may have been right.

- I, I don't understand.

- Your husband's briefcase
turned up in Kansas City

yesterday in a moving van
that had stopped at the scene

of the accident that night.

Apparently the murderer
made his getaway in it.

That explains the wavy skid marks

that made us suspect your husband was ill

or unconscious at the time of the crash.

- Yes, I, I suppose it does.

And by now the man is
probably out of the country,

and never will be found.

- Don't you worry Mrs. Williams.

There were fingerprints on that briefcase.

And as soon as we get the
FBI report from Washington,

his identity will be known,

and his description sent
out on police broadcast.

Oh, we'll find him, all right.

But just now we are keeping things quiet,

so the murderer will feel safe

until we are ready to close in on him.

- Yes, I, I can see the wisdom in that.

- Yes. I thought you would
understand and cooperate.

As soon as we know his name,

it is possible that you might recognize it

as someone with a motive.

There's that possibility.

- You know, I'll do
everything I can to help.

- I'm sure. Now I'll run
along, you'll hear from me.

I'll let myself out.

Don't bother. And don't worry. Good day.

(light music)

(trolley bells ringing)

- $1.35.

- See everything after the
letter J in the first name

has been obliterated by
heavy writing over it.

The only impressed letters legible

are those between words or before them.

Like R.N.S. at the end of this name here,

and the hotel Santa here,

before the word Evanston.

- Well, Tom,

don't you think it's about
time you are retired?

Why there isn't even evidence
there of Mrs. Williams's

intent to communicate with Torrence.

- And who do you think she'd be a part

through the telegraph office to wire to?

The League of Decency?

- I'll tell you what I think,

that you should have brought her in

when I first told you to.

By the time you get her now,

she'll have figured out a
way to tip Torrence off.

He'd be that much tougher to find.

Not unless she's tipped
him off from your office.

Ernie's got her on ice waiting for you.

- Pretty good, huh? Nice
for a little town in Idaho.

(bright music)
(birds singing)

(distant hammering)

- Have a heart, son. You
trying to wreck that engine?

Oh.

- Sure. It's a hobby of mine.

- The way you're going
at it, you can't miss.

Here. I just can't let you
ruin that beautiful motor.

Start her up.

- Okay. Start her up.

(engine revving)

Shut her off.

- You're certainly not a mechanic
by trade, hands like that.

- Maybe it's a hobby of mine.

- Gee! What happened to your head?

- Perhaps I was talking when
I should have been listening.

Okay?

- Okay by me.

Thanks a lot, Hill.

- So long, Marsha.

- Bye!

It's all right now.

You better lay off though
till the boss gets back.

- I'm the boss.

I guess the new cars are
a little bit over my head.

Now with the jalopy, it's different.

- Aren't there any mechanics
around here you can hire?

- No. They all went over to
the new factory in Mansville.

I guess they got better wages.

- Tough break?

- Yeah. How much do I owe you?

- Oh, forget it.

Well, I'll be shoving along.

- At least have a Coke on
the house. You might as well.

- Marsha, can I use your
phone a minute please?

- Sure. Help yourself Uncle Ben.

- It never rains, but then
it pours. 650, please.

Flat tire this morning. Now the
danged engine stalled on me.

- Nice and cold.

- Wilson's garage.

No, I did not give you the wrong number.

- Fine thing, using my phone

to cheat me out of repair
bills. Aren't you ashamed?

- Gave me the wrong number. 650.

You are a nice one, Marsha Peters

and your ma's a fine woman.

And I'll always buy my gas and oil here.

But you are never gonna
tinker with my car again.

Busy? Busy. Always busy. Okay.

- Wait a minute.

We're not so busy.

Would you like to do another good deed

and give Uncle Ben a hand?

- Why not? Where is your car
Mr? Maybe I can help you.

Are you a good mechanic?

- Very good and very reasonable.

- Well just what you need,
girl. Better hire him.

- It's an idea, Uncle Ben.
- Come on.

- Thanks for the Coke.
- Sure.

- Well, I got Uncle
Ben fixed up all right.

Nothing but a sticky
carburetor valve. Bye.

- I hope he paid you.

- What for? It only took a minute.

- You're certainly not
money conscious, stranger.

- There. This is no
kind of work for a girl.

- Well, somebody has to do it
if I wanna stay in business.

And I want to.

- Must be some business that
you're better suited for.

Couldn't you lease this place to somebody?

- Sure. I did while my
husband was overseas,

but when he was killed in Okinawa, well,

we'd made a lot of plans
for the future here,

and I had a hunch he'd
like it if I took over

and tried to make a go of it.

- Takes more than a hunch to do that.

- I get along famously.

Business has been fine until
lately when the help got short.

Could be again, I had a good mechanic.

- Yeah, you sure need one all right.

- Well for Pete's sake, say yes or no.

You want the job or don't you?

- You mean you'd hire me without
knowing anything about me?

- You can repair automobiles.
What else do I need to know?

Except your name?

Well?

- Why not?

Sure. I'll try it for a while

until you get someone permanent.

The name's Bill Walker.

- Okay, Bill. It's a deal.

And maybe if business gets
real good, you'll wanna stay.

- Oh, don't count on it. Where
does this go? On the rack?

- Yeah.

(car honking)

- Marsha! Marsha, it happened!

It's a boy! Eight and a half pounds!

Pair of shoulders like a prize fighter.

- Well, congratulations Papa! How's Jane?

- Ah, perfect. Everything's perfect.

- Gotta get down the
store and tell the gang.

I almost forget!

Oh gee thanks, Dan.

I'm sorry I, I won't
have enough for the gang.

Yippy!

- Maybe you can use this token

from the slightly delirious new father.

- Thanks.

- See, we haven't settled
a matter of wages yet.

Maybe I can't pay your regular salary?

- Suppose we leave that
open that you find out

how much I'm worth to the business.

Doesn't seem to be any business right now.

Might be a good time for
me to get rid of this beard

and find a place to board.

- We live right next door.

I'll go ask mom. She'll know of a place.

- Sort of a peaceful house.

I noticed it this morning.

- Oh gosh, I forgot.

She's down helping Mrs.
Wellesley with her canning.

Mom finds homes for
everything from stray cats...

- To stray mechanics.

- You're not a stray
anymore. I'll go phone.

Pearl? 674, please.

Hello, Ms. Westburn,
may I speak to mother?

Hi mom!

I've got some good news for you.

I hired a man for the station.

Yeah.

No, nobody we know.

He is from, he's from out of town.

Needs to place to board.

You got a good one up your sleeve?

Okay.

Says she has to meet you
first to come home for supper.

Huh? And do you like apple or cherry pie?

- Cherry.

- Cherry it is, mom. See you later.

- Now I gotta get rid of this.

Hey, where's the nearest barbershop?

- The one and only just up two blocks.

Tell Judd you're working for me.

When you get back, we'll
close up and go home.

- Thanks.

- Oh, that's real nice.

You must have had a good
bringing up young man.

- Thank you for the young man.

- We thank the old Lord for thy bounty,

and ask thy blessing on this food,

and on the new friend
who shares it with us.

I hope you're good and hungry. Mr. Walker.

- Who wouldn't be?

- Marsha, she eats like a sparrow.

With all the hard work she does.

Can I have your plate please?

- Well, she can start taking it easy now.

Boss the help.

- She never takes anything easy.

Has to put her whole heart and soul

into everything she does.

Well now that you're through
with me, mom, how about Bill?

Have you thought of a
place for him to stay?

Well, why can't he stay right here?

We have a spare bedroom going to waste.

And I think you like my cooking.

- Like it? That's very
kind of you Mrs. King.

But it seems an imposition.

- Imposition, nothing.
That's good business.

I can get back what I pay
you in board and room.

- Well, Marsha, what a thing to say.

- If you'd like to stay,
we'd like to have you.

Will you have some more vegetables?

- Mrs. King, you have a boarder.

May I have a biscuit please?

- Oh, excuse me.

It's wonderful the way tools

seem to come alive in your hands.

You seem to sort of come alive too,

as though you got real pleasure
out of working with them.

- I do. When you're doing a job with them,

you can't think of anything else.

- Bill, if something's bothering you,

why don't you get rid of it?

- What would you prescribe Doctor?

- Amputation. For that
stupid chip on your shoulder.

- What you need is a ring
job. Save yourself some money.

- Gee, Bill with, with
the baby and everything.

I, I just can't afford it now.

- Oh, we'll take care of that.

Hey boss, how's Ed's credit?
Good enough for a ring job?

- Well sure if I can hold
junior as collateral.

- Oh, not a chance, fella.

- Nevermind her. I'll
do it on my own time.

- Oh, thanks Bill.

Maybe we'll see you tonight. Huh?

Some shoulders, huh?
- Yeah!

- Some father. Huh?

Bye Marsha!

- Bye!

- Nice kid. Hey, was Ed clowning
about them being hard up?

- No. Things have been pretty tough

for him ever since he
got outta the service.

Fix a car for him, Bill.

And only charge him for the labor. Okay?

- Then he gets it for free.

I'd already figured I'm knocking that off.

Say we could make it
an anniversary present.

- Anniversary of what?

- Junior's arrival and mine
three months ago today.

- Time certainly flies.

That was a lucky day when
you came to MP service.

Your work's been bringing
in a lot of business.

- I'm glad of that.

Hated to have fallen down on mom and you.

Say, look Boss, why don't
we three celebrate tonight

and go to the movies?

Ed said he and Jane were going.

- Well that lets mom
out to be babysitting.

I'd love to go, Bill.
I haven't been in ages.

- Here's your opportunity. Go to work.

- Extra! Irene Williams held for murder!

Read all about it! Extra! Irene!

This is Sheila Graham with the latest news

of the shocking Williams murder case.

While beautiful Irene
Williams is held for trial,

charged with conspiring
to kill her late husband,

the police are searching
for James Torrence,

believed to be the lover of Mrs. Williams,

and her partner in the horrible
murder of Walter Williams.

- If I'm handling your
case, my dear Mrs. Williams,

I want one third of everything you get.

- You are out of your mind.

You don't realize what
I'll get as Walt's widow.

- Perhaps you don't realize
the spot you are in.

Torrence's fingerprints were found

not only on your husband's briefcase,

but in a manner of speaking,
your reputation as well.

There's a detective named
Quincy, a very smart cookie.

He isn't exactly for you.

- Frankly, Mr. Warner,

I'm beginning to wonder
if my attorney is for me.

- Underestimating the enemy's ammunition

would scarcely be wise.

Now if we can get to trial
before Torrence is found,

they'll never get a conviction.

But...
- But what?

- If he shows up, we may have to fry him.

- Oh no!

- Let's not cross that
bridge until we have to.

But if it comes to a choice,

we're not going to burn, are we?

- Aren't you the chatter
box this afternoon?

- What about this
afternoon? Oh, sorry, Boss.

I guess it was wool gathering.

- You're only supposed
to do that in the spring.

- Is there anything you don't know?

- Yes. What's San Francisco
got that we haven't?

- Better newspapers for one thing.

Anyway, California's supposed
to be the land of opportunity.

- I thought that by now you liked it here.

- I do very much. It's a good
town. Nice people. Swell boss.

- Thanks.

We like you too. No fooling, Bill.

You'd be surprised how many
people ask questions about you.

- What kind of questions?

- Oh, where you came from.

Do you have any family?
And do you like it here?

And are you going to stay?

Al Knox asked me at the movie last night

if you wanted to join the
volunteer fire department.

Just interested, friendly things.

- I suppose it is natural
for people to wonder

about a stranger who moves into
their community like I did.

You know, I've been thinking,

maybe it wasn't such a good idea,

you and I going to the movies last night.

It's all right being seen in
the station and here with mom.

But...

- You get used to that
in a town this size.

They're always trying to marry people off.

You just ignore it, and after
a while they forget about it.

I'll go get cleaned up for supper.

(pensive music)

(church bells ringing)

- You know, I hate to tell you

how many years this Sunday takes me back.

- Did you always fall
asleep during the sermon?

- I wasn't asleep. Mrs. Peters.

I merely close my eyes to concentrate.

- Oh, so that's what you call it.

I had to nudge you to
stop you from nodding.

- Quiet. You're disturbing
my reminiscent mood.

Even smells the same.

Could be the same bees
buzzing in the same clover.

- As they say.

You can take a boy out
of the country but...

- A rolling stone gathers no moss.

- It has to stop rolling
sometime. Doesn't it Bill?

- Sometime, maybe.

- We grow a very becoming
shade of moss here in Larkspur.

Don't you think?

- You grow a lot of nice things here.

- Anyone in particular?

- We'll have to skip
the answer to that one.

Someone tore it out of the book.

- You're married, aren't you, Bill?

- Yep. That's right.

- You must have loved her very much

to have been hurt so deeply,

to be so afraid of someone, even yourself.

- Maybe it's better that
way. And no one gets hurt.

- Bitterness and hatred hurt everyone.

Can't you see Bill?

They're like a, a wall that shuts out

all the sunshine from a garden,
and lets everything wither.

Make room in your heart for
something else, can't you?

- I guess this is my day for sermons.

- Sorry. As mom would say,
you never get rich minding

the other fellow's business.

(horn blowing)

- Hey, that's a fire! I'll be seeing you.

(exciting music)

(sirens)

(music continues)

- Anybody home?

- In here, Bill.

- Mrs. Wesley sent a
couple of jars of peaches,

said you helped her can 'em.

- Oh, thank you.

- When I delivered to Doc's car,

he insisted that I have a bite
with him. Where's the boss?

- Took a book back the library for me.

- Huh.

What a day.

Hey, what's the idea?
Are you darning my socks?

- Well, I thought a
drawer full of holy ones

isn't doing you much good.

I found it when I put fresh
papers in your bureau yesterday.

You have a heap of
things that need mending,

haven't you, son?

- Does Marsha know?

- Do you think I'd tell her?

This is your problem, Bill.

Because I found out about it,

doesn't give me the right
to tell anyone else.

Not even Marsha.

When you trust folks, you trust them,

and you give 'em a
chance to work out things

the way that seems right to them.

- How can one little woman be so big?

- Don't forget. It's a
lot easier to be tolerant

and understanding at 50, than it is at 25.

I'm going next door for a
while. Grandma Thompson's ill.

- Mom!

Bill, are you home?

Bill, are you in there?

- Yep. Mom went next door. Marsha.

- Hi. Did you work awfully late?

- Oh, about six.

- Anything wrong?

- Come in. I want to tell you something.

I'm checking out.

- Has something happened?
- No.

I'm doing what I should
have done a long time ago,

moving along.

- But why Bill?

- My name isn't even Bill.

There isn't any Bill Walker.

I'm Walter Williams, the
late Walter Williams.

- Walter Williams? I don't understand.

- You may not even after I've told you,

but at least you'll know the whole story.

Sit down please.

Finally, Larkspur. And you.

From there on, you know.

- I am glad you're going
back to make things right.

- Going back? Wild horses
couldn't drag me back.

- What are you gonna do about your wife?

- Nothing.

- You're gonna let her
go to trial for murder?

Oh, no, Bill!

- Why not?

She tried to kill me. She and her cousin.

- But they didn't!

- Who says they didn't?
Let them try and prove it.

- No matter what your wife did,

you can't be tried for
something that didn't happen.

Oh, Bill, can't you see?

- You bet I can see.

She deserves everything she's getting.

Sorry part of it is
they'll never convict her.

- No Bill, the sorry part
is you're not big enough

to take a hard jolt to
your pride and to your ego.

Sure. It hurts to be tricked
and cheated by someone

you loved and believed in.

But that doesn't give you the right

to take justice into your own hands, to,

to trample on the hearts of
others and walk out on life.

- A barren, frustrated boy,
whose marriage to a woman

who accepted my love, yet
despised me so thoroughly,

she resorted to murder.

I'll never think of our moments
together without nausea.

I feel stripped bare, degraded.

- Because you've closed
your mind and heart

to everything else, even me.

Oh Bill, please,

don't destroy the one chance
we have for happiness.

- We haven't got a chance.

Doing the right thing never works out.

I know in this world,
you turn the other cheek,

and you get hit with a lug wrench.

Forgive me, Boss. Try and forgive me.

(baby crying)

- It's a boy! Pair of
shoulders like a prizefighter!

- You know, I hate to tell you

how many years this Sunday takes me back.

- You have a heap of
things that need mending,

haven't you son?

(train whistling)

- Take care of yourself. Softy.

- You're not big enough

to take a hard jolt to your
pride, and to your ego.

Sure. It hurts to be tricked and cheated

by someone you loved and believed in.

But that doesn't give you the right

to take justice into your own hands.

Trample on the hearts of
others and walk out on life.

Oh Bill, please don't destroy

the one chance we have for happiness.

(dramatic music)

- Mrs. Peters was kind enough
to come along to substantiate

at least the Larkspur portion
of what I've told you.

Very thoughtful of you, Miss Peters.

- Mr. Williams, when you
read in the newspaper

that the hitchhiker who
attacked you had been,

well, a close friend of
your wife for some time,

it must have been a great shock to you.

- I didn't come here to
discuss my emotional reactions.

Lieutenant, if you need me
for anything further Captain,

my office will know where to reach me.

Let's go Marsha.

- Just a minute Mr. Williams.

We'll need your signed statement

for the grand jury when we
ask for your wife's release.

It won't take long to be typed.

- Yeah. Alright.

Come in.

Sit down.

- Mrs. Williams.

We have news for you.

- Really? I can scarcely wait.

(alarming music)

- It seems it was Torrence
who was in the car

when it crashed.

- Is Jim dead?

(music continues)

You did it.

You killed him.

- No, he tried to kill me.

Thought he had, and he ran into the truck.

It was an accident.

- An accident?

You wait all these months
to tell this story?

You let me rot in this filthy jail!

- Wait a minute.

- You let everybody believe you're dead!

Pretty convenient, wasn't it?

A dead man can't be tried for murder.

- Mr. Williams.

Perhaps your wife would understand better

if you would explain to
her about the amnesia.

- Amnesia? Oh, don't tell me
you believe he had amnesia.

Where's he been all this time?

Just wandering around in a daze?

- Tells us he's been in
Larkspur, a little town in Idaho,

working as a mechanic in a service station

run by Mrs. Peters here.

- I understand perfectly.

Now that my chance for happiness is dead,

I suppose you'll demand the
divorce I begged you to give me

so that I could marry Jim.

- That's fantastic.

- Yes. Isn't it?

After you telling us

that the man you picked
up was a perfect stranger?

- Well, that's not true.

The time and place for meeting
Jim had all been arranged.

- I must advise you,

there's a law that a wife can't
testify against her husband.

- There's a law against murder too,

but that didn't stop him,

and nothing's going stop
me until I'm through!

- It's alright with me, Captain.

Go on. Talk your head off.

- I, I was to have gone
with him to Denver.

He insisted on it.
Although I was quite ill.

Several hours before we were to leave,

he, he came home. There
was a violent scene.

He, he threatened to kill me

unless I agreed to give up Jim.

And I wish he had.

- This is incredible.

Not one word that she has said is true.

- Then you have nothing to worry about.

Mrs. Williams,

was there a witness to
the threats you mentioned?

- No. Unless the maid overheard.
She was in the apartment.

In fact, she picked up
the pieces of the vase

that he threw at me.

- Where is she now?
- I, I don't know.

She, she left me suddenly
after all this began.

Please could the questions
wait? I feel rather ill.

- Would you have Mrs. Williams
ready for the grand jury

at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning?

That's all.

We're gonna hold you too Williams.

- On what charge?

- Suspicion of murder.

- But he's not guilty
of any of these things!

- Then it should be easy
for him to prove it.

Take him down and book him.

- That fiction of Mrs. Williams

must have been very convincing.

- No, we just couldn't buy
that yarn you tried to sell us.

- Let's go.

(newspaper boys shouting)

- Irene Williams goes free!

Husband held! Extra! Get your paper!

- And Daley's gonna cover Williams office.

- Okay, boys hop to it,

I want all I can get by 10:00 AM tomorrow

for the grand jury.

- Okay, chief.

- Oh, Tom, don't miss a bit.

Dig up everything you can on
Williams and the Peters dame.

- You sort of believed Irene
Williams story, didn't you?

- She made better sense than he did.

- Well, sure. She's a
better liar than he is.

Don't forget I went all through

her grieving widowhood with her.

She's a bad customer.

Well, that's for the grand jury to decide.

And Williams insisted on letting her talk.

So it's his funeral.

- Funeral. All right.

Especially with that yarn he told.

But murder's out of character for him.

There's a few pieces missing somewhere.

- There might be in Idaho,

if it's not too much out of
character for you to get going.

- You're gonna miss me, Cap
when I retire next year.

Maybe I'll turn private eye
and solve your cases for you.

(laughing)

- Hi Williams.

- Mr. Williams.

Thanks. Got a deal from
the bottom here, don't you?

- Sorry, Williams.

- Okay, Williams.

- Well, not very good news,
judging from your faces.

Well Walt, the grand jury
returned indictment against you.

Mrs. Williams was released.

- I see.

- Now don't you worry, Walt.

We'll have you back at
work where you're needed,

and in short order.

Come on, Eldridge.
There's a visitor waiting,

far more attractive than we old fogies.

We're just leaving, Mrs. Peters.

But remember, don't hesitate
to call on me for anything.

- Thank you so much.

- Hi, Boss.

- Bill, what have I done to you?

If it weren't for me,
you wouldn't be here.

- If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be.

I came back here because

I wanted to believe in the things you do.

I still do. No matter what happened.

Will you do something for me?

Go back home where I know
you'll be taken care of.

- Not a chance. You'll have
to think of a better reason

than that to get rid of me.

I'm a big girl now.

- I just been to Larkspur Williams,

where I found these newspaper clippings.

Of course, some of them
are three months old,

but you seem to treasure them,

so I brought them along.

- So?

- I don't think they exactly substantiate

your claim of amnesia.

- As if you are interested
in substantiating

any claim of mine.

- Now, let's get one thing straight.

Most people, when they get in a jam,

think the police are only
interested in the prosecution.

Our job is to get the facts. The truth.

And the truth never hurt anyone
but the fellow that lied.

- Unless he was a beautiful woman.

- Oh, quit kidding yourself,
Williams. You made the bond.

I had no more to do with
Torrence's death than you did.

And out of the whole population
of Northern California,

you just happened to pick up a hitchhiker,

who happened to be your wife's boyfriend.

I have a heart Williams.

I suppose you'll tell the
truth when you take the stand,

but you better have some
mighty conclusive proof

if you expect the jury to believe it.

- Wait, Lieutenant.

Bill, we all know you're not guilty,

but we're gonna need help to
prove it and need it badly.

Lieutenant Quincy can't take sides,

but if we're right, he has to be on ours.

And I have a hunch he wants to be.

Why don't you tell him the
whole story, all of it. Please?

- I'd like to, Quincy very much.

I guess I should have told the whole truth

in the first place.

But I wanted to clean this mess up

with as little scandal as possible.

- Well?

- No sign of the lug wrench or anything.

- My dear Mrs. Peters.

Will you please stop
trying to be a detective?

How many times do you think the police

have combed this spot
for any kind of evidence?

Now be a nice girl. Take
Mr. Williams' advice.

Go back to Larkspur.

- What time is it? It's only four o'clock.

We still have time to go back to town

and go on our hunt for Su Lin.

- Now look here, young woman,

you've had me on the run since early morn.

- But Lieutenant, the maid
seems to be our only hope now.

We've gotta keep looking
till we find her, that's all.

- That's all?

- Wait, she was naturalized, wasn't she?

- Suffering chopsticks.

Quincy, you dumb flatfoot. This, this Su,

Su what's her name was Chinese born.

If her port of entry was San Francisco,

they'd still be a file
on her, photo and all.

Let's go.

Back to town. Immigration.

I hope the council has
given us the right lead.

(doorbell rings)

Are you Ah Sing?

Understand? You speak English?

- Also French, Italian and Hebrew.

May one ask what is desired?

- We were looking for Su Lin Chung.

A Chinese council said you were her uncle,

and might tell us what she is.

- This daughter of my brother.

Has she offended the honorable police?

- Oh no!

They just wanted to ask her some questions

about Mr. Williams, the
man she used to work for.

- Ah Sing's heart is heavy
that he cannot lead you to her.

But things that are not
known, cannot be told.

- Well, if you hear anything
ever report it to headquarters.

- Su Lin, untruth is not good for soul,

and not wisdom when told to policemen.

- Better for the soul to
be kind than to be wise.

Su Lin must keep silence
to help in this matter.

- You know you're quite a gal,

in case I haven't told you lately.

- You're just too easily
pleased, that's all.

There must be a way out.
Why can't we find it?

- Oh, buck up boy. Tomorrow's another day.

- That's the day you go to trial.

Bill I'm afraid.

- And the state intends to prove
beyond any reasonable doubt

that the defendant Walter
Williams did with malice

of forethought, kill the
deceased James Torrence,

whom he knew to be his wife's lover.

And that with his victim dead beside him,

he drove his car into the
course of an oncoming truck,

jumping clear himself some
seconds prior to the crash.

And subsequently, he made
his getaway in the back

of a loaded furniture van.

And for three months as Bill Walker,

he laughed at justice.

While we had imprisoned his
unfaithful wife for conspiracy

and his own murder.

But then he decided that
being dead cramped his style,

he thought he could eat
his cake and have it too.

So he returned, most anxious
to explain his long absence

and to right the dreadful mistake

that had imprisoned his
wife for three months.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it was a cold-blooded premeditated murder,

and must be punished to the
fullest extent of the law.

Call the first witness please.

Captain Callahan, Did
Walter Williams tell you

what suddenly cured his
amnesia after three months?

- No, he did not.

- But he did tell you the
man that struck the blow,

which caused the amnesia
was a total stranger,

a hitchhiker he had picked up.

- Yes.

- And that he knew nothing
of this man's identity

or relationship with his wife,

until he suddenly
recovered from his amnesia

and heard or read the details.

- That's what he said.

- Well, thank you Captain.

Your witness. Counselor.

- No questions.

- No, I saw no signs of amnesia,
but definite concussion.

He was a bit evasive
in answering questions,

but not vague or unsure.

- In your opinion, doctor,

could this head injury
have been caused by a fall?

- Yes.

If the head had struck on some objects

such as a stone or a metal pipe.

- That's all, thank you. Your witness.

- Dr. Bender, are you
familiar with a tool known

as the lug wrench for
changing automobile wheels?

- I'm afraid I am, sir.

I've had a regular epidemic
of flat tires lately.

- Well then, in your opinion,
could this head injury,

which you treated,

have been caused by a
blow from a lug wrench?

- Yes. It could have
been caused by that too.

- Thank you, doctor.

- The ones with the earliest
states you will notice

are heavily creased,

as though they've been carried
in a wallet or a coat pocket.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Quincy, will
you kindly tell the court

where you found these newspaper clippings?

- In the bedroom occupied by Mr. Williams.

Mrs. Peter's home in Larkspur, Idaho.

Is this your handwriting, Miss Revere?

- Yes, sir. And that's the message,

at least our record carbon of it.

- Would you read it to the court please?

- June 9th, 8:32 PM.

Message for Mrs. Walter Williams,

penthouse D, Mr. Williams called,

said he wants you to forget
all about a certain problem,

that Softy is going to
take care of it thoroughly.

- Was there any other conversation?

- Well, I, I just asked if
that was all and he said,

yes, she'll understand and,

and sort of laughed as if
it were a joke and hung up.

- Some joke. Killing the wife's boyfriend.

(laughing)

- That is the state
versus Walter Williams.

All around so far have
gone to the prosecution,

and it was a grim faced
Williams who was returned

to his cell this afternoon.

What the score will be
after he takes the stand

is anybody's guess.

But he's going to need some
lucky punches to get a decision.

- And though Torrence
struck with intent to kill,

after telling you this is
from Irene and me, sucker,

you still telephoned Illinois

to find out if there was a cousin Jim.

You are hard to convince,
aren't you Mr. Williams?

- Is it so incredible
that a man should fight

against believing such
a thing about his wife?

- Oh, that is very touching,

from a husband who planned a trip on which

he intended to destroy his
wife and did kill her lover.

- That's a lie.

- Your honor.

I objected the conclusions
drawn by the prosecutor,

and vote that would be
stricken from the records.

- But your honor, there is
a corpus elect remember?

Who was your wife's lover?

- Objection sustained.

- There is also her own story,

which in front of witnesses
you insisted she tell.

And then we have your
own two different stories

from your own lips.

One featuring a perfectly
strange hitchhiker.

The second, an equally strange cousin Jim,

without a questionable
substantiation for either.

(frantic music)

- Su Lin!

Follow that yellow cab!

- Please hurry.

(music continues)

- Wait for me.

Su Lin!

Su Lin!

Ah Sing, You remember me, don't you?

I was here with Lieutenant Quincy

from the police department.

I just followed Su Lin up the stairs.

I saw her come in here.

- You must be mistaken.

- I'm not mistaken! She's here!

I must see her. Ah Sing.
Don't you understand?

It's to save a man from
prison, even from death.

- I will send her to you.

(speaking Chinese)

- Oh Su Lin, we've been looking
for you all these weeks.

Mr. Williams needs your
help so desperately.

- I cannot help.

You must forget that you found Su Lin.

- Forget it? But you're his only witness!

You're the only one that can help!

- Not as a witness, only
with silence can I repay

his great kindness to me
and my family in China.

- Why?

- I heard other things
that most unhappy day

from Mrs. Williams' bedroom.

His voice very loud and angry.

A flower bases broken to pieces.

- He can explain all that.

- They do not believe
what he's already told,

that I heard anything would
do harm. Don't you see?

- Yes.

- Much sorrow comes from women
who know not honor and truth.

And Mrs. Williams, she's not true.

Even to that Torrence man.

- What makes you say that?

- That night when he was
killed, her sickness was but

wall of falsehood behind
which she could go secretly

to a meeting place.

- You, you mean she went out that night?

Su Lin, are you sure?

- Yes, because next morning in her bedroom

I found street shoes that had been worn.

Her coat on the closet
floor with the sleeves

turned inside out as
though removed hurriedly,

and in one pocket a
door key to some hotel.

- Su Lin! That's it!

Proof that she and Torrence
had planned to meet that night

after he killed Mr.
Williams. What hotel was it?

- Oh, I, I don't remember.

- The key. What did you do with it?

- Returned to coat pocket.

Come on, we'll get to Lieutenant Quincy.

He'll know what to do.

And pray, Su Lin, every step of the way.

- Now hold everything.

Even if this long shot don't work out,

we'll just keep on pitching.

(speaking Chinese)

- Here it is. Yes.

- Room 302. Airport Hotel, Oakland.

- Maybe we got our miracle!

- A special little Chinese one.

- It is the hope that
Su Lin was a small help

to Mr. William.

- Oh, Su Lin!

- Come on. Next stop, Oakland.

I sense a little ladies Hotel Rendezvous.

- I was on night duty then all right,

But I sure don't remember
a looker like this.

Quite a dish, eh?

A little two highly seasoned
for my digestion, thanks.

- Lieutenant.

Just found a couple of cards
for room 302 on June 9th.

- Judge Baxter checked out at noon.

Mr. And Mrs. J Burns. Room not slept in.

J Burns. Burns.

- Look, Quincy, the handwriting
on the card is identical

to that on the photograph.

And here's a little
more of the same thing.

The coverup telegram to Aunt Margaret.

And look at the impressions.

Jay here and here, RNS.

J Burns. That's the name
she started a telegram too.

- Room not slept in.

Say I got that dame
pegged now, Lieutenant,

she said they'd be out
of the room by midnight

as her husband was catching a plane.

- But Quincy,

this ties it all up, doesn't it?

- Yeah. Like a greased pig.

- What do you mean? We've got
the evidence now. The proof.

- Of what?

Su Lin's theory that Irene
was playing the field?

This evidence only
proves that she came here

to keep a date with a man named Burns.

We can't even prove that
he didn't keep the date.

- But you know he didn't,
there wasn't any Burns.

It was only a name that
she and Torrence used!

- Fine. If you can prove that,

Williams will be free, but
none of this will prove it.

Sorry, copper. But we are
just up another blind alley.

- Wait!
- Yes sir?

- There's a couple of sample
cases from Mr. Sam Andrews,

came up from the station this morning.

Take them to Parlor B right away.

- Sure thing, sir.

(bangs gavel)

- Be seated.

Case of the state versus Walter Williams.

Proceed, Mr. Eldridge.

- Your Honor, we will
call Mrs. Irene Williams.

- Take the stand Mrs. Williams.

- Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear the
testimony you're about

to give in this cause to be
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

- I do.

- What cooks? The defense call on her?

Mr. Eldridge, what's the
purpose in calling this witness?

- Merely for purposes of
identifying handwriting.

Now, Mrs. Williams, this
photograph of you...

- Was stolen from my apartment.

- So? According to the inscription,

"to Walt, my adoring and
adored husband, Irene,"

this belongs to Mr. Williams.

This is your handwriting, isn't it?

- Of course.

I'm touched that he should
have wanted it so badly.

- And this telegram addressed
to Mrs. Margaret Hubbard.

Is that also your handwriting?

- It is.

- Now Mrs. Burns, I mean, Mrs. Williams,

This photograph is inscribed,

"to Jim, my adoring and adored, Irene."

Did you write this too?

- I, I see no point in all this.

- Merely answer counsel's questions.

Did you write it?

- I did.

- And these letters addressed
to Mr. James Torrence.

Did you write them?
- Yes!

- And this monogrammed garment,

a gift from you to Mr. Torrence?

- Why must I be tortured
again by all this?

I never made any secret of
my love for Jim Torrence.

That's why he is dead.

- Your love for Jim Torrance?

Yet on the very night he was killed,

you had a rendezvous with a
man named Burns, didn't you?

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

I don't know any man named Burns.

I was at home that night, very ill.

- Oh yes, the sleeping pills.

Well, you must walk in your sleep then,

for you spent at least part of that night

at the airport hotel in Oakland,

where you registered for
Mr. And Mrs. J Burns.

Don't waste the court's
time trying to deny it.

This is the registration card
that you signed at 9:20 PM,

and there's the room clerk
who assigned you to room 302.

And this Mrs. Williams
is the key to room 302,

which you very carelessly
left in the pocket of a coat,

which was found in your closet yesterday.

- All right. I was there.
Now are you satisfied?

- Not quite.

This Jay Burns, Mrs. Williams.
Was his first name Jack?

- Yes.

- Have you been in
contact with him lately?

- No. No!

- How long since you have seen or heard

from this Jack Burns?

- Well, I don't know. I don't remember!

You bet she doesn't remember,

because there isn't any Jack
Burns and there never was.

That was an alias for Jim Torrence,

and it was Torrence who was
to have met you that night

after your charming little
plot to kill your husband

had been duly executed.

- It's not true! It's not true!

- I have bad news for you, Mrs. Williams.

I can prove it's true.

These pajamas, these
letters, this picture,

all of which you identified for the court,

were found in this suitcase,

which is full of the clothes
and personal belongings

of Mr. James Torrence.

And the suitcase was
found in the baggage room

of the airport hotel, where
it's been held since June 9th,

and it says on this tag,

in large print, "hold for Jack Burns."

That is all. Mrs. Williams.

- Just a moment. Mrs. Williams.

Your honor, in view of
the evidence presented,

we now ask for a dismissal
of the state's case

against Walter Williams,

and we intend to charge Irene Williams

with conspiracy to commit
murder against her husband,

Walter Williams.

- Oh no!

- The case against Walter
Williams dismissed.

Court adjourned until two o'clock.

- Well, that's that, Walt.

- Congratulations, Mr. Williams.

- I haven't the words for it, Quincy,

but we, we could never
have made it without you.

- Oh, sure you could. You know, son,

right always wins if you
give it a little push,

especially when you've
get a copper like this one

to do the push.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

You know, it'll seem kind of strange

being able to eat and sleep

without someone getting
in your hair all the time.

- Oh, fine. Walt, we're looking forward

to having your hand on the wheel again.

The Denver plants are
waiting for you to open them.

You think you can make it the morning?

- How about it, counselor?

- You bet you can.

- Oh, good. Well, I'll be running along.

Well, you think you'll like Denver?

- It's okay by me, boss.

- Yes. Impact.

The force with which two
lives can come together.

Sometimes for evil, sometimes for good.

(bright music)