All language subtitles for Perry Mason s01e23 One-Eyed Witness.eng

MAN:
My dear Mrs. Fargo.

What a delightful surprise.

What are you doing here, Carlin?

I could say that I came
to see some friends off,

but that wouldn't be telling the truth.

Actually, I came expressly
to see you.

- How did you know?
- That you were going to Harristown?

My dear Mrs. Fargo,
I know every move that you make.

Had you by any chance forgotten
that tomorrow

is the 15th of the month?

How could I ever forget?

And yet you were
going to leave town.

[CLICKING TONGUE]

Haven't you been blackmailing me
long enough?

Mrs. Fargo, please.

A thousand dollars every month
for the past year.

Actually, it's only been ten months.

Believe me, Mrs. Fargo,
I can sympathise with you completely.

Tell me, how would you like it
if you were never to see me again?

Well, I can see the prospect
is attractive.

For a lump-sum payment,
I could oblige you.

How much?

Oh, shall we say $10,000?

You wonder what assurance
you'd have

that I would never bother you again.

You will have my word of honour.

Well, I can see how
you would consider that insufficient.

Suppose that I were to turn over

the complete Charles Gallagher file
to you.

When?

Simultaneously with your turning
the $10,000 over to me.

All right.

I shall be having dinner
tomorrow evening

at a little French restaurant
called Ferrolds.

Are you familiar with it?

Yes.

Excellent. I shall be delighted
to have you join me

any time between 8 and 9:00.
With the money, Mrs. Fargo.

With the $10,000.

Marian, what happened?

Did you miss your bus?

Honey, what is it?

What's wrong?

You're shaking.

- Here, sit down. I'll get you a drink.
- No, no. I'm all right, honey.

Well, what happened?

I'm not going to Harristown.

Why?

I'm just not going, that's all.

Marian, look at me.

You've got to tell me
what's going on.

It's nothing, Arthur, honest.

Look, honey, I haven't pressed you
about this thing.

I figured you'd tell me
at the right time.

I don't wanna be a problem, Arthur.

You're my wife.

I'm being blackmailed.

I thought it was something like that.

Is it because of Charles?

I've been paying a thousand dollars
a month for the past ten months.

- Marian.
- What else could I do?

But a thousand dollars a month?

Who is this man?

How long do you think
you can go on paying him at this rate?

This is the end.

I saw him tonight.

For another $10,000,
he said he'd never bother me again.

And you're depending
on the word of a blackmailer?

He has the complete file on Charles.
He said he'd turn it over to me.

How will you know this file
is authentic?

I'll know.

Marian, it's your money,

but I tell you,
you're making a mistake.

There's only one way
to handle a blackmailer:

Go to the police.

You know I can't do that.

When are you meeting him?

- Tomorrow night.
- Where?

Tell me.

[CRYING]
Oh, Arthur.

So I tailed this character home
after he met Mrs. Fargo.

His name is Samuel D. Carlin.

[COUGHS]

- How do you spell that?
- C-A-R-L-I-N.

Where does he live?

6920 West Lorendo.

Did you happen to hear
what he had to say to Mrs. Fargo?

No, I never got close enough.

But she was very upset,
that's for sure.

And she didn't take the bus
to Harristown, huh?

No.

Well, thank you, Daniels.
How much do I owe you?

I can send you a bill, Mr. Gallagher.

Well, I'm leaving Los Angeles
in the morning.

Well, in that case,
it'll be a hundred bucks even.

Are you sure there's nothing else
I can do, Mr. Gallagher?

No, not a thing.
I can take it from here, thank you.

Good hunting.

[COUGHS]

[PHONE RINGING]

[FRENCH ACCENT]
Good evening. Ferrolds Cafe.

- Pierre Reynaud speaking.
- Pierre? This is Mr. Carlin.

I won't be able to keep
that reservation I made

for this evening with Mrs. Fargo.

Oh, I am so sorry.

What would you like for me
to tell the lady?

Uh-huh.

You can trust me, sir.

Thank you, Pierre.
I don't know what I'd do without you.

You are most kind.

I hope I will have the pleasure
of serving you soon.

- Good evening, madame.
- Is Mr. Carlin here?

You are Mrs. Fargo.

I just this moment spoke with him.
He asked me to make his apologies.

He wondered if you could
drop by his home this evening.

His home?

One moment, please.
Good evening.

Do you have a reservation?

Yes. It's under the name
of Perry Mason.

Ah. Mr. Mason. One moment, please.
This way, please.

You know, this restaurant's going
to need a lawyer one of these days.

Why?

Grand larceny. Look at these prices.

My dear Miss Street,
you know enough not to read

in the right-hand side of the menu.
Coffee, $1.

- Coffee, $1.
- Mm-hm.

Coffee, $1 ?

Phone call for you, Mr. Mason.

Did anyone know we were here?

I didn't even know myself
until I called for the reservation.

- If you would rather not be annoyed--
- No, no, I'll talk to him.

- It is not a "him." It is a "her."
- Mm.

Then, by all means, put her on.

Hello?

Yes.

Who is this?

That's not important at the moment.

I want to retain your services.
Do you have a pencil?

Just a moment. Pencil.

Yes.

Please take down this name:
Samuel D. Carlin.

The address is 6920 West Lorendo.
Have you got that?

Now that I've got it,
what am I supposed to do with it?

In a few minutes, you'll receive
an envelope and a retainer.

Please deliver this envelope
to Mr. Carlin,

but only after he gives you a file.

What kind of file?

It concerns a man
named Charles Gallagher.

- Charles Gallagher.
- Yes.

Please examine it closely.

Unless it's complete and authentic,
you're not to pay for it.

Hello?

That's funny.

"Funny" is hardly the word for it.

That woman sounded
frightened to death.

Did she give you her name?

No.

Well, it looks like we'll have to settle
for a quick cup of dollar coffee.

Mr. Mason?

A lady asked me to give you this.

This one has your name on it.

- Do you know who this lady is?
- I don't know, monsieur.

She was very pretty.
A brunette, I think.

She was wearing a raincoat.
The kind you could see through.

Thank you.

Five-hundred-dollar retainer.

Well, I guess we won't even have time
for that cup of coffee.

You're right.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

I've got a feeling we're going to earn
those ten $50 bills.

Good evening.

Samuel D. Carlin?

Yes. I'm Mr. Carlin.
But I don't seem to recall--

My name is Perry Mason.
This is my secretary, Miss Street.

I'm sorry to bother you at this hour,

but my client insisted
it had to be done tonight.

Your client?
I don't quite understand.

Please, please. Won't you come in?

Could I offer you a glass of sherry?

A cup of hot tea perhaps?

It's such a damp night.
I got thoroughly soaked myself.

Nothing, thank you.

Well,
if you should change your mind...

You-- You said something
about your client.

I have an envelope, Mr. Carlin,
containing a sum of money

which I've been instructed
to hand you upon receipt

of the Charles Gallagher file.

Naturally, I shall have to
see the file first.

This is most extraordinary.

A famous attorney
comes to my house

in what is certainly the middle
of my night,

offering me money in return
for a mysterious file

on behalf of a client
he doesn't identify.

So you don't know
what I'm talking about?

No, I don't.

Then this whole thing
is rather pointless, isn't it?

Yes, I suppose it is.

I wish I could have been
of more assistance. I--

I fear your client
simply gave you the wrong address.

- I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you.
- Not at all, Mr. Mason.

You have more than redeemed
yourself by bringing Miss Street

to these rather drab
bachelor quarters.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Mr. Mason?
- Good night.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Well, I suppose
you overheard everything.

- I heard.
- I haven't the vaguest notion

- what Mason was talking about.
- You're a liar, Carlin.

Arthur, I resent that.

You planned to nick my wife
for another 10,000 and then skip out.

Would I do a thing like that?

You would, and you have.

Marian told me that she's been paying
you a thousand dollars a month.

That's not true.

I only asked for 500
and you and I agreed, on my word--

Oh, shut up.

The way I figure it,
you've double-crossed me

out of 5 grand already.

I don't see how you arrived
at that figure.

Five hundred a month
for ten months?

- And I want it.
- No, Arthur, please.

You're going to dig it up for me.
Then you're gonna phone Marian

and tell her to get that envelope back
from Mason.

My dear man, you're in no position
to make any threats.

Supposing that I tell your wife
that you're behind this extortion plot.

That when you have relieved her
of all of her funds,

you plan to take off
with a little lady from San Francisco.

What do you think would happen?

Oh, you're forgetting something,
Carlin.

You're a blackmailer.

If I killed you for what you did,

you think any jury
would convict me?

I'll be back in a couple of hours
for the money.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Yes?
WOMAN: Miss Street.

That's right.

This is Paul Drake's exchange.

We still haven't been able
to locate him.

Have you tried his
Wednesday-night poker club?

- Yes, ma'am. He isn't there.
- Outstanding.

But I'm sure he'll be checking in
within the hour.

I'll have him call
the minute I hear from him.

Thank you.

What are we stopping here for?

Honey, I just forgot something.
I gotta call my exchange.

At 11:00 at night?

We never sleep.

Doctors and detectives, huh?

And some lawyers.
It won't take a minute.

Paul Drake, any action?

Okay, put me through. I'll hang on.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Well, it's nice to hear from you,
Mr. Drake.

Listen, Perry's been waiting for you
for over an hour.

Okay, put him on.

That's just it, Paul. He isn't here.
He's at 6920 West Lorendo.

What's he doing in that territory?

Yeah, I know,
but why did he go back there?

He'll tell you when you get there.

Della, wait a minute.
Have a heart, will you? I got a date.

She expects
to go to a few nightclubs.

And Perry expects you
to be at 6920 West Lorendo.

Now, just who
is going to be stood up?

Okay, I'll be there.

- Paul?
- Yeah.

Get around to the back door, fast.

What do you got going here?

- Didn't Della tell you?
- No, she just said it was a big rush.

[DEBRIS FALLING]

- You better call the Fire Department.
- Yeah.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[PEOPLE YELLING, CHATTERING]

I talked with the assistant fire chief.
They're bringing a body out.

- Man or woman?
- Man.

No.

We can't tell anything about him
from the condition he's in.

They told me he was middle-aged,
short and stocky.

That's Carlin, all right.

Any sign of the woman?

Depends on what you mean
by "sign."

Somebody left a bullet
in Carlin's head.

Good morning.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Je regrette,
we don't open until noon.

That's all right, I'm not hungry.
Is the headwaiter around?

- Pierre? Oh, no.
- What time is he due in?

Who are you?

Well, I don't think my name
would mean much to you,

- but here's one of my cards.
- Oh.

Now, where can I find Pierre?

You can't. He quit.

- When was this?
- Oh, last night.

He walks away and told the boss
he was through.

How are the chances
of seeing your reservation list?

Hmm.
Offhand, I would say pretty good.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Then I checked at this
Pierre Reynaud's boarding house.

They couldn't tell me a thing.

MASON:
Couldn't or wouldn't?

I don't know.

What luck did you have at the café?

Samuel Carlin made a reservation
for two for 9:00, but he didn't show up.

Under Carlin's name, Pierre
had written in parenthesis, "Fargo."

- Fargo?
- The reservation was for two,

so I worked under the assumption
that Fargo was probably

the name of a woman.

- Was it?
- Yes. The parking-lot attendant

said she was driving a two-tone
convertible, beige and black.

I got the cancelled parking ticket,
licence number was on it.

It's registered
to a Mrs. Arthur D. Fargo.

2281 Levington Drive.

- Did you talk with her?
- No.

Well,

let's go.

It's time I met this evasive client.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

Paul, take a look at the driveway.

It was raining up until
about an hour ago.

A car must have been parked there
all night.

It's been gone less than an hour.

[BUZZER SOUNDS]

Well, I guess nobody's home.

Perry?

Take a look.

[DOOR CREAKS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

What have you got?

"Dear Arthur, I'm catching
the 8:00 bus to Harristown.

I'll try to phone you tonight.
Love, Marian."

You think your client wrote that?

- Could be.
- Well, this must be her husband.

And that could be her alibi.

Paul, I wanna know
if she's on that bus.

Charter a plane
and catch the bus at Harristown.

I want the names of any witnesses
who saw her get on at Los Angeles.

What difference will that make?

Well, judging from the signs,
he must have died, say, around 9:30.

If Mrs. Fargo got on the bus at 8,
then she's in the clear.

- Now, get going. Use my car.
- Okay.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Homicide, please.

Lieutenant Tragg.

Is the bus from L.A. in yet?

It's just coming in now.

[BRAKE WHINES]

Would you page Mrs. Arthur Fargo,
please?

[OVER P.A.]
Mrs. Arthur Fargo,

please step to the ticket counter.

Mrs. Arthur Fargo,
please step to the ticket counter.

Mrs. Arthur Fargo, please.

- Well, goodbye, Miss Maynard.
- Goodbye.

Mrs. Arthur Fargo,
please step to the ticket counter.

- Were you paging Mrs. Fargo?
- This gentleman here--

- Mrs. Fargo?
- Yes?

Mrs. Fargo, police.

We're gonna have to detain you.

But why? What happened?

Your husband has been murdered.

- What?
- You might've broken it a little easier.

- Who are you?
- The name's Drake.

Oh, a private detective.
Just imagine that.

Who sat next to you on the bus?

- What?
- What are you, a wise guy?

Quick, Mrs. Fargo.
Who sat next to you?

Come on.

- You're looking for trouble?
- Not me, officer.

Excuse me.

- Is that young lady in trouble?
- Yes.

Well, I rode up from Los Angeles
with her.

She seemed like such a nice person,
I'd like to help her if I could.

But you can help her.
What's your name, please?

- Diana Maynard.
- You live here in Harristown?

No, in Los Angeles,
at the Hayward Arms.

- How long are you going to stay here?
- Just for the day.

I came up to visit my sister.

- Would you mind?
- Certainly.

I have a slight infection.

Miss Maynard, would you be willing
to dictate a statement

to the effect that Mrs. Fargo was on
that bus ever since it left Los Angeles?

Of course,
but I'm afraid I don't understand.

Ever hear of a lawyer
named Perry Mason?

Well, isn't he the one who's always
mixed up with some murder case?

Exactly what this is.

Come on. Let's go find us
a public stenographer.

Well, according to her statement,

this Diana Maynard
seems to be in our corner, all right.

PAUL:
One hundred percent.

- There's only one big trouble.
- Mm-hm.

The cops have found
a couple of witnesses

who swear that Mrs. Fargo
got on the bus in Wayne City at 11:30.

- How could she do that?
- By chartering a plane from L.A.

- She could make it in 20 minutes.
- But the Maynard woman maintains

that Mrs. Fargo got on the bus
in Los Angeles.

I'd hate to have her confused
on that point.

Well, I've got a good operative,
Nora Kelly,

who could maybe stick with her
for a few days.

Good.

Suppose you have Nora
invite Miss Maynard

down to Palm Springs as our guest
until we need her for the trial?

I think that can be arranged.

Can you also arrange
to have Miss Maynard

not see any of the news stories
on this case while she's away?

I wouldn't want her upset
by conflicting evidence.

Nora has a very sharp pair
of scissors.

I'll take care of that, Miss Maynard.

Oh, wait a minute.
I knew I forgot something.

I'm supposed to go shopping
with my cousin tomorrow.

I'll call her for you
from Palm Springs.

Now, why didn't I think of that?
I can talk to her from there.

You're not even gonna lift a phone
while I'm on the job.

Mr. Mason wants you
to have a real vacation.

He's the most thoughtful man
I've ever met.

Yes, he thinks of everything.

You sent this to me
last Monday night

along with a $500 retainer.

Did you anticipate your husband
being murdered?

Of course not.

Who's Charles Gallagher?

I can't tell you.

Look, Mrs. Fargo,
you're gonna be on trial for your life.

I still can't tell you.

Why was Carlin blackmailing you?

He wasn't.

Then how do you account
for that money?

Arthur, my husband,
wanted me to give it to him.

Why?

I have no idea.

I am trying to help you,

but if you're gonna continue
to lie to me--

I'm not lying.

I was in love with my husband.
Can't you understand that?

What possible motive
could I have to kill him?

What possible motive
could you have had for killing Carlin?

- What?
- The police think

the murders are connected.

Both Carlin and your husband
were killed by the same gun.

I don't know what you're talking about.
I told you, I had nothing to do with it.

Yes.

That's what you told me.

Very well.

I'll look in on you tomorrow.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

Yes, Gertie?

Who?

Send him right in.

DELLA:
Mr. Gallagher?

I'm sorry. Mr. Mason isn't in right now,
but I expect him any time.

Well, I can't wait too long.

I just wanted to see Mason
before I went to the district attorney.

I'm Della Street, his secretary.
Maybe I could help you.

I'm the reason Marian Fargo is lying.

I'm her brother.

I don't understand.

She's trying to protect me.

You see, Miss Street, I'm
what they call a fugitive from justice.

Do sit down.

You were saying, a fugitive?

Oh, yeah,
I'm a very dangerous criminal.

When I was 16,
I broke into a grocery store.

They caught me with
three dollars' worth of canned goods.

That must have been
during the Depression.

Yeah. They were afraid I might
give other hungry kids ideas,

so I drew from three to five
in the state prison farm.

A wonderful place for a growing boy.

There was a guard there
I'll always remember.

Fella called Jonesy.

He had a cute trick
of bringing a shotgun

down on your toes
to get your attention.

I took it for two years.

Then one day,
I took the gun away from him.

I let him have it
right across the head.

I understand he was in the hospital
for five months.

I didn't wait around to find out.

If I had, they probably would have
given me another ten years

or killed me.

You escaped?

Yes, and I bummed my way
to California.

Three months later,
I got a job here at Mayfair Aviation.

When things looked good,
I sent for my sister.

She was the only one left
of my entire family.

I hope I'm not boring you,
Miss Street.

Oh, no, please go on.

That's about all there is,
except while I was at Mayfair,

I invented a refinement
for a carburettor

and made some money.

It came just in time for me to retire.

- Retire?
- I had to.

See, while I was in prison,
I picked up TB.

It flared up again.
That's why I moved to Harristown.

And there you have
the story of my life.

Except, of course,
for the final chapter.

About a year ago,
a fellow named Carlin showed up.

He told my sister
he was an investigator

from the state prison farm
back home.

That's when your sister
became involved.

Yes, she was quite worried,

but he told her
she didn't have a thing to worry about,

because he had a pal
who was a big shot in the prison setup

and for a few bucks,
they could arrange to pull my file.

Then that was the file that we were
to pick up that night at Carlin's house?

I just wanted to tell Mason
the whole story before I turn myself in.

It should make his job a lot easier.

Well, you're wrong.

It gives the district attorney
the very motive he's looking for.

He'll believe your sister killed her
husband and Carlin just to protect you.

Well, then what can I do?

I don't know.

Suppose I kick it around
with Mason?

You can't.
He's an officer of the court.

He'd have to turn you in.

Then the best thing for me to do
for the time being

is get lost, don't you think?

I'm not permitted to advise you,
Mr. Gallagher.

Can I get out that way?

Thank you.

I know you'd be aiding
and abetting a fugitive

if you delivered a message
for me,

but tell your boss if he needs me
for anything,

I'll be around.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello, Mr. Gallagher.
Surprised to see me?

Mind if I come in?

So you're leaving town, huh?

- Any objections, Daniels?
- No.

As a matter of fact,
I thought you'd be a long time gone.

When I did that job for you
a couple of weeks ago,

you said you were leaving
the next day.

Say, why don't I sit down, huh?

- Do you mind?
- No, no.

Go ahead, make yourself at home.

Thanks.

You know, it's a funny thing
about that guy Carlin.

What was so funny?

Twenty-four hours after I give you
the guy's name, he's dead.

You know, I thought a lot about that.

Couldn't get it out of the old bean,
you know what I mean?

Especially when your
brother-in-law got it too.

- My brother-in-law?
- Arthur Fargo.

So you found out about that, huh?

I'm a private detective, remember?

I got the trench coat to prove it.

Now, you listen to me.

- You listen to me, Daniels.
- Take it easy.

Now, look,
this set me back 50 bucks.

Now, look, Mr. Gallagher,
I'm a very reasonable man.

I did a lot of research on this
the last couple of days.

What would it be worth to you
if I kept my mouth shut

and didn't go to the DA?

What would it be worth?

Daniels, that's the funniest joke
I've heard in years.

Joke? Why don't you let me in on it,
then we can both laugh.

Look, you idiot.
You can't shake me down.

How do you think we got
into this mess in the first place?

Because my sister didn't know

that you can't do business
with blackmailers.

Every penny I ever gave to her,
she turned over to Carlin.

You go on. Run to the DA.

You don't worry me a bit, Daniels.

What are you waiting for?

Go on. Run!

[COUGHING]

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear the evidence
you're about to give is the truth,

the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

- I do.
- Be seated.

What is your occupation,
Mr. Danvers?

I'm a parking-lot supervisor
at the International Airport.

On the day following the murder
of Arthur Fargo, November 26,

police removed a car
that had been parked there

for something over 24 hours.

- Are you familiar with that car?
- Yes, sir.

It was a beige and brown convertible,
two-tone job.

The parking ticket
was stamped 11:45 a.m.

Do you remember
the licence number?

Well, let's see. KC-1743.

And do you remember
who parked the car?

Yes, sir. Mrs. Fargo.

- The defendant over there.
- Thank you.

BURGER:
You can cross-examine.

That's not true.
I didn't park my car there.

Then who did?

Mr. Danvers,

how many cars would you say
were parked in the lot

in any 24-hour period?

- Fifty? A hundred, a thousand?
- Oh.

I don't think there would be that many.
Not in my lot, anyway.

I'd say closer to 2 or 300 maybe.

Two or 300 cars.

And you can point out a woman
who parked there last November 25th?

How do you explain that?

Well, she stuck in my mind because
she was wearing dark glasses.

It had been raining all morning
and it was a real dark, overcast day.

I figured that

there'd be only one reason for a
woman to be wearing dark glasses

and a hat with a floppy brim
when there was no sun out.

What was the reason?

So nobody would get
a good look at her face.

- Was she successful?
- Yes, sir.

You mean, she successfully
concealed her face

and yet you were still able
to identify her? Heh.

That's remarkable.

Would you tell us
about the phone call

you received on the morning
of the murder, Mr. James?

Well, like I said,
I run a charter-plane service

and around 11:00, I got this call

asking me if I could fly a passenger
to Wayne City

in time to be at the bus depot
at 2:00.

I said there was nothing to it.

Would you describe the passenger?

She was a young woman.

As much as I could see of her face,
she was good-looking.

Why couldn't you see
all of her face?

Because she was wearing
dark glasses and a hat with a brim.

I see.

Is there anyone in this courtroom
whose age and general appearance

are the same as that woman
that you flew to Wayne City?

Yes, sir. The defendant.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Mr. James, I show you this scarf.

It has been previously identified as
having been purchased by Mrs. Fargo.

Have you ever seen it before?

Yes, sir. I found it in the airplane
when I got to Wayne City.

I turned it over to the police.

Thank you.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

Mr. James,
you said that the arrangements

for this flight to Wayne City

were made by telephone.

That's right,
but he didn't give any name.

Oh? You mean,
it was a man who phoned?

Yes, sir.

Did your passenger talk with you
during the flight?

No, she never said a word from the
time she got in the plane till she left it.

And yet you're willing to swear
that the defendant, Mrs. Marian Fargo,

was that passenger?

It sure looked like her.

MASON:
But was it Mrs. Fargo?

Now, Mr. James, your answer
may be a matter of life or death.

Yes. I'm positive it was Mrs. Fargo.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Thank you. That's all.

Doesn't look so good, does it?

The weather or your case?

Both.

As a matter of fact,
both of them look very bad.

We have only one chance.

- Tell the truth.
- What do you mean?

I don't think you murdered
your husband, I think you killed him.

- You what?
- I think you acted in self-defence.

That's the most ridiculous--

- Why did you set up that phoney alibi?
- It wasn't phoney.

Who was the man who chartered
the plane for you, your brother?

So you know about Charles.

Yes, he came to my office.

Well, then you can understand
why I don't want to involve him.

If he ever goes back
to that prison farm, they'll kill him.

You don't have anything else
to tell me?

No.

Well, at least we have
one trump card left.

Diana Maynard.

She'll testify you got on the bus
at Los Angeles.

Yeah, but what about all the witnesses
that said I got on in Wayne City?

Won't be the first time
the majority was wrong.

[PHONE RINGS]

Yes?

Well, won't he give his name?

Just a second.

An anonymous tipster.
See if you can trace the call.

All right, put him on.

MAN [FRENCH ACCENT]:
Mr. Burger?

That's right. Who is this?

Names are unimportant, sir.
I have a little information for you.

Why not ask Mrs. Fargo
why she was being blackmailed?

What was that again?

I am sure you understand me.

You might also talk to Diana Maynard
at the Hayward Arms.

I believe Mr. Mason plans to use her
as a witness.

Would you repeat the address,
please?

I think you are trying to delay me
so you can trace the call.

[LINE DISCONNECTS]

Any luck?

No, not enough time.

- He had kind of a French accent.
- Yeah.

I wonder--

The headwaiter at Ferrolds Cafe.

His name is Pierre Reynaud.
He's the character

who made the reservation
for Carlin and Mrs. Fargo that night.

Why don't you pick him up?

Well, he skipped.

We've been trying
to trail him down.

Well, maybe you better pick up
Miss Maynard.

That ought to be easy enough.

Oh, thanks, Miss Kelly.
I had a marvellous time.

And will you thank Mr. Mason
for me?

You can do it yourself
first thing in the morning.

I'll take that.
I hope I didn't startle you.

I'm Lieutenant Tragg.

I wonder if you'd be good enough
to come along with me.

And give my regards to Mr. Mason.

But Mrs. Fargo didn't kill her husband.
She couldn't.

She got on the bus
in Los Angeles at 8:00.

I've got half-a-dozen witnesses that
say she got on at Wayne City at 11:30.

They're wrong.

Everybody's wrong but you,
is that it?

Was the bus crowded
when you got on?

Very.

And how soon
did you notice Mrs. Fargo?

Right after the bus started.

I mean, I read for a little while

and then, when I finished
my magazine, I saw her.

That might have been a half-hour
after the bus started, mind you.

Well, yes.

- Or even an hour?
- No, I don't think so.

When you noticed Mrs. Fargo,
where was she sitting?

- In the middle of the bus.
- On which side?

The right as you face the driver.

Suppose we told you
that Mrs. Fargo claims

she was sitting
right behind the driver?

I would have sworn that she...

You would have been guilty
of perjury.

That concludes the case
for the People, Your Honour.

The State rests.

Mr. Mason?

I call, as my first witness,
Diana Maynard.

Diana Maynard.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear
the evidence you're about to give

is the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

- I do.
- Be seated.

Now, Miss Maynard,

where were you on the afternoon of
November 25th at approximately 4:30?

I was at the bus depot in Harristown

where I met a Mr. Paul Drake,
a private detective.

And did you go with Mr. Drake
to a public stenographer

where you dictated a statement?

Yes, but I realise now I was wrong.

I was under the mistaken
impression that--

Just a moment, Miss Maynard.

We're not interested
in mistaken impressions.

Now, when you arrived in the bus
in Harristown, where were you sitting?

On the right-hand side,
near the centre.

Where was Mrs. Fargo sitting?

She was sitting next to me.

Thank you.

You may cross-examine.

Miss Maynard, you got on the bus
in Los Angeles, is that correct?

Objection. The question is improper.

Really, Your Honour?

The district attorney is well aware that
a witness cannot be cross-examined

except on testimony elicited
on direct examination.

If you will consult the record,
Your Honour,

you'll find I asked no questions
about the bus leaving Los Angeles.

Only about its arrival in Harristown.

Would you like
the court stenographer

to read back that part
of the testimony?

No, thank you, Your Honour.
That won't be necessary.

Of course, if Mr. Burger cares to,

he can make Miss Maynard
a witness for the prosecution.

Thank you, Mr. Mason.

With the court's permission,
that's just what I intend to do.

JUDGE:
Proceed.

Miss Maynard,

where were you on the day
of November 25th?

I was in Los Angeles
and in Harristown.

Both places on the same day.

And how did you get
from Los Angeles to Harristown?

By bus.

When did you first see
the defendant, Mrs. Fargo?

When she got on at Wayne City.

Was she on the bus prior to that?

No, sir.

You're sure of that?

Yes, sir. I am now.

Thank you, Miss Maynard.
That's all.

Just a moment.

Your Honour, please.

Since Miss Maynard has testified
as a witness for the prosecution,

I desire to cross-examine her.

Very well.

Miss Maynard,

I'm curious about the patch
you have over your eye.

- Tell the court why you wear it?
BURGER: Objection.

Your Honour, Mr. Mason
just made a specific objection

to my cross-examining
this witness on material

not covered in direct examination.

I asked the witness
nothing about her eye.

The prosecutor did ask the witness
when she saw the defendant.

Since that involved the use
of her eyes,

I'm entitled to question
the condition of her eyes.

Objection overruled.

[SIGHS]

You will explain the reason
for the patch.

I have an infection.

- Chronic infection?
- Certainly not.

You were also wearing a patch on
the 25th of November, were you not?

Part of the time.
I put it on when I left the bus

so the wind wouldn't irritate my eye.

Then you've had considerable
eye trouble?

It's a temporary infection.
I have 20-20 vision.

You mean, when you have the use
of both eyes.

I can see all I need to with one.

Mrs. Fargo got on the bus
at Wayne City.

Do you recall
how she was dressed?

Yes.

She was wearing a grey check skirt,
a light-grey cardigan sweater,

black gloves and shoes

and a wool topcoat
with a fancy design on the front.

You have an excellent memory.

I sat with her all the way
from Wayne City to Harristown.

- Who else did you sit with?
- I don't know what you mean.

Who did you sit with
before you sat with Mrs. Fargo?

DIANA: Some woman
who got off at Knoxville.

MASON: Will you describe
this woman for us?

I don't see what that has to do with it.
She was just some woman.

I didn't pay much attention.

In other words, you can't remember
anything about the other woman at all?

No.

Are you sure there was
another woman?

Is it possible your eye trouble caused
you to see something that wasn't there?

Your Honour, Mrs. Maynard
was not wearing the eye patch

while she was on the bus.

That's exactly my point,
Your Honour.

I'm trying to prove that some people
can see with one eye, but not with two.

I'd like a technical explanation
of that point, Mr. Mason.

It's a lack of coordination,
Your Honour.

I think you'll find that this witness
can see adequately with one eye,

- whereas with two eyes--
- That's not so. I can see perfectly.

I challenge the witness
on that point, Your Honour.

I submit that with both eyes,
she cannot make an identification

of an individual known to her
in this courtroom.

An interesting point.

Remove the eye patch, please.

This is absolutely absurd.

Ready, Mrs. Maynard?

Yes.

Do you know that gentleman there?

He's Lieutenant Tragg.

And the lady?

That's Miss Kelly.

Are you using both eyes?

- Yes.
- Then who is that man?

I don't know his name, but he's
the parking attendant at the airport.

You're sure about that?

Positive.

You recognise him as the man
you saw at the airport parking lot?

- No, I recognise him as a witness.
- How could you do that?

This is the first session of court
you've attended.

- Well, I saw his picture in the papers.
- You couldn't have.

Miss Kelly made sure you saw nothing
that concerned this trial.

Well, I talked to Mr. Burger
after I got back--

How did you know
he was the parking-lot attendant

unless you parked Mrs. Fargo's car
at the airport yourself?

DIANA: You're wrong.
Where would I get the key?

MASON: From her husband's body,
after you killed him.

You've got it all mixed up.

No, you've got it all mixed up.

You mean, you did not drive
Mrs. Fargo's car to the airport?

Yes, I drove her car to the airport,
but I did not kill her husband.

Then who did?

The mastermind, him.

It was all his bright idea.

What's going on here?

Who is that man?

The genius who dreamed up this stunt,
Mr. Samuel D. Carlin.

[LAUGHS]

Look at him.

[LAUGHS]

And he was going to get away
with murder.

"And His Excellency, the governor,
wishes me to inform you

that our state has no desire
to extradite Charles Gallagher.

We feel that Mr. Gallagher has proved
he can be a good and useful citizen.

Kindest personal regards,

George Mayberry,
Chairman, State Penal System."

- That's wonderful.
- I thought so.

Well, something else
you want cleared up?

Yes.

Who was the man they identified
as Carlin that night of the fire?

That was our old friend, Pierre.

Headwaiter from Ferrolds Cafe.

He was Carlin's messenger boy.

But Burger said
that he phoned him just last night.

That was Carlin
with a phoney French accent.

That phone call
accomplished two things.

- What?
- It convinced the police

that Pierre was alive,
though they couldn't find him,

and set it up so that Burger
could locate Diana Maynard.

- Then the whole thing was a trap.
- Sure, it was a trap.

Both Carlin and Diana

wanted us to base our entire defence
on her testimony.

It was Diana who got on the bus
at Wayne City.

There, how's that?

Very nice.

Am I presentable enough
to take you to dinner?

- Definitely.
- Where do you wanna go?

- Ferrolds Cafe.
- Why there?

Well, there's something
that still puzzles me in this case.

Mm-hm.

What could they possibly
put in a cup of coffee

to make it worth a dollar?

No more questions, please.

[CHUCKLES]

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