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Francis? Francis, are you here?

Oh. Don't look, Bobby.

What a crowd.

Tonight's the first opening since that policeman was killed here last month.

Too bad Paul couldn't be here.

Yes.

I imagine he would have some pithy comments to make concerning the Pop Art

trend.

We should do this sort of thing more often.

Not all of our clients are as sophisticated as Francis Klum.

Isn't that a little much?

The price?

I agree.

If Mr. Clune takes that kind of money for this kind of thing, he may need a

lawyer to stay out of jail on fraud charges.

I agree with you.

Mr. Clune, my secretary, Miss Street. How do you do, Miss Street?

How do you do? You know, some of this so -called pop art to me, too, is nothing

but junk, pure junk.

But you do display it and sell it.

Why take the money from sales such as this and use it to buy otherwise

unsaleable canvases and sculpture by other artists of genuine talent?

That's an expensive form of philanthropy.

Not at all. It's an investment.

I'll put them aside for as long as necessary until there's appreciation for

genuine work of art.

Then I'll be in a position to turn a handsome profit.

And now, Mr. Mason, would it be possible for the two of us to talk?

Certainly. Would you excuse us?

Mm -hmm.

Disgusting, isn't it?

So blatantly obvious.

Of course.

Why should it need a title card? What else could it be but a naked soul?

I've never seen a naked soul.

You're an artist, Mr... Boyd.

Campbell Boyd.

Probably the only true talent represented anywhere in this place.

Well, then, this isn't one of yours.

Forbid. You think I could put the true inner tormented writhings of my creative

being on cheap display for the crude mawkish gawking of unintelligent apes?

that's been the situation since I did my duty as a citizen and reported my

suspicions of Sunrise and Sausalito to the police.

Wasn't there a little more to it than that? If I remember correctly, you had

some trouble last year concerning stolen art objects.

I... I was completely exonerated. I had all my invoices, my receipts all in

order. You know, a gallery owner can't be expected to investigate personally

every item he displays.

Wouldn't that account for some of this subsequent difficulty with the police?

They have to be suspicious.

It's their job. Even so, you have Sunrise and Sausalito on display

Yes, it's in the stockroom and back. And the police officer, Harry Marburg, who

was killed here last month.

He was the one to whom you reported?

I had an appointment with him here that night to discuss it with him. Just what

were your suspicions concerning this masterpiece?

Well, nothing tangible, actually. It was just that... Well, if I'm any judge of

art, it should have sold for ten times what my buyer, Miss Dane, paid for it at

auction in North Beach.

So if it were stolen, the thief was unaware of its true value.

I wasn't sure of that, Mr. Mason.

And after the previous misunderstandings with the police, I wanted to protect

myself in advance.

And since that moment, my life hasn't been the same.

The police suspect me of being a fence for art thieves.

And with Detective Marburg killed here, they're watching me every move,

constantly. And you want me to do what?

I don't know what you can do. But I need some kind of legal protection from

police harassment. I'm going out of my mind.

This buyer of yours, Miss Dane, is she here tonight?

Yes, she is.

She's probably in the stock room.

Thank you, Perry.

Thank you.

Well, I didn't expect to see you here, Steve. This isn't social, Perry. This is

Sergeant D. Bradley of robbery.

Perry Mason.

Homicide? Robbery?

I can't blame Mr. Klune.

He does have something to worry about.

He called you in?

Harry, I'd like to give you some advice.

Stay out of this case.

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

But it's clear enough that you're... I made a promise to Harry Marburg's wife

and two children. If it takes the rest of my life, I'm going to get his killer.

So I say, stay out of it.

That's good advice, Counselor.

Better take it.

You're suggesting that my client is somehow involved.

I appreciate that all of you on the force become more involved when one of

own is killed.

But that doesn't mean the legal bars are down.

Whether a man is accused of killing a policeman or any other person, he still

has to be proven guilty in a court of law.

And that's where you come in. Of course that's where I come in.

I want an end to this police harassment.

How is he being harassed? Because of the trouble in the past.

He wasted no time in reporting his suspicions.

Reporting to whom?

Why, to the police.

The officer who was killed, Officer Marburg.

Are you sure about that, Perry?

Harry Marburg was the most thorough, methodical man who ever worked on my

detail. You show me any place where Harry recorded any report from your

and I'll hand you my retirement pension.

There was no record at all of a call from Mr. Klune? There was no call.

All right.

If you think Francis Klune is guilty, book him.

Have the district attorney's office indict him.

But stop insinuating that he's involved in murder.

I'm sorry, Perry.

Very sorry.

Next time I talk to Mrs. Marburg or the kids, I'll explain to them how tough

I've made it on poor Mr.

Klune. This isn't like you, Steve.

You'd better develop a proper perspective in this case.

Not for my client's sake or mine, but for yours.

Save your worry for your client, Perry.

When I get what I need for an indictment, believe me, he's going to

help he can get.

Lawyers.

in here, Bobby.

No!

Get an ambulance.

I'll take care of it.

You got a blanket?

It

was

the same two men who tried to kidnap me in San Francisco.

Remember, Francis?

Right after the policeman was killed.

The same two men?

You sure of that, Miss Jane?

Well, now, why would they want to kidnap you?

I don't know.

I don't understand any of this.

Well, let's see.

One of the men chased you.

The other one sitting in a car in an alley grabbed you. You ran. He fired at

you. Twice, right?

This whole thing, Mr. Clune, has an odor of a three -day -old mackerel.

I don't care. It's true.

I know it doesn't seem to make sense the way I tell it, but it did happen.

It was the same two men in both places.

All right, Miss Dane, I'll pull some appropriate mug shots. When you're

better, why don't you come on down and take a look at them? I certainly will.

What have you got going on at this terminal tonight, Deering?

I call you Sergeant Bradley, and you call me Mr.

Deering. Now, what do you want? I didn't send for you. No, you didn't send for

me, Mr.

Deering. But I'm going to be here every time I get a chance.

And when I'm not around...

I'm going to have somebody else watching you.

Sooner or later, I'm going to find what I'm looking for. And, Mr.

Daring, I'm going to put you where you belong.

On the inside looking out.

Get off my back.

Oh, I'll do that.

As soon as I find out why three of your trucks have been hijacked and no other

truck has lost more than one.

Now, I want to see the cargo manifest of anything that's going out of here

tonight. The manifest is my business.

It's also the insurance company's business.

How much longer do you think they'll go on insuring you when the only trucks

that get hijacked are those with valuable cargo?

You were rusty on maneuvering, but you did fine on the road.

Floyd, have your driver sign for the cargo and let's get him out of here.

We haven't had time to check his references.

I said sign him out.

Okay, who do you want to send with him?

Nobody. To San Francisco with TV sets and appliances? A guy we hardly know?

That doesn't make sense.

When you start running this business, Floyd, I'll ask your advice.

Now get the manifest back from that cop, Bradley, and get this rig loaded.

I get the idea your dispatcher's kind of leery about me. He didn't question my

license, but I'm afraid I didn't do too well. You don't have to worry about

Floyd. It's my partner who's not going to fall for a snow job.

You check in with her at the San Francisco depot.

Watch her.

She's tough.

She can handle a rig like this all by herself.

And she's got eyes in the back of her head.

You haven't told her about me?

Well, is there some reason you can't trust her? I don't trust anybody, Drake.

Not anymore.

I've got to know who's been fingering my trucks.

That cop that was knocked off knew.

And that's at the bottom of all my trouble.

I still think the same thing to do would be work with the police. I didn't hire

you for advice, friend. I hired you to take this load through.

And with nobody on the outside knowing what it is or what route it's taking.

You take the San Diego freeway out towards Bakersfield.

Now, I want you to cut back in here.

Take a secondary road here, then head northwest.

Okay.

Check your cargo, and I want you out of here no less than an hour from now.

Alternative.

What's your rock plan?

Uh, Mr. Deering has it. Well, will you get it, please? I have to enter it in

dispatch log.

You better see the boss yourself, Floyd.

You can't come in here. You have to have permission to see her.

Okay, ma 'am.

I just wanted to surprise her.

You come outside and wait.

Where did he go?

Who? The man who came out of Bobby Dane's room. The boyfriend, I guess.

I don't know.

Well, that's all we know, Paul.

Bobby Dane has disappeared.

And the nurse didn't see her leave.

Well, the nurse said she was asleep when she left, and her boyfriend was around,

but he left.

Right after that, we discovered she was gone.

Well, the nurse called the police. I went through the clothes in the closet,

I found one thing that might help me.

That's when I took a chance and called you at the terminal.

There's something you can do for me while you're in San Francisco.

Okay. This claim check from the San Francisco bus terminal isn't much, but

all we have.

Well, I'll turn it in when I get up there and see what they had across the

counter, but Perry...

If Steve Drum finds out about this, he'll skin you alive.

I'm not going to withhold a thing from him.

As soon as we see what that is, I'll turn it over.

But it's all we have to go on.

The guy's driving the gauge -gearing rig.

That's all I know.

Never saw him before.

Is he driving alone?

Do you know where he's headed?

I just don't believe Bobby Dane would walk out of the hospital in her robe.

Well, obviously she did.

But did she run or did someone haul her away?

And if she ran, why? And if she was forced, why?

I don't know why.

I don't know who took a couple of shots at her.

I don't know who tried to kidnap her in San Francisco. I just don't know.

I don't even know if she's still alive.

This is a gun.

Keep your hands on your left. Now start talking. I was going for my trespass.

I bite cannon. You read my column, The Cannon's Mouth?

I never heard of it. What are you doing here?

Put that away, will you?

I'm on to a story. A big hijacking and cop killing.

And just by luck, you happened to find out where this truck was going and came

along for the ride, huh?

You don't believe me? No.

Look, pal, you can't drive this rig and hold that gun and watch me at the same

time. What do you want me to do? Stop the truck and let you out?

Okay. Okay, as soon as we see a light where I can get a ride, I'll get out.

put that gun away, huh?

Why are you so anxious to have me stop this truck?

Then don't stop it. Take me to Frisco with you.

How did you know I was going to Frisco?

There's an accident.

You better pull up and stop.

What kind of a guy are you? Shut up.

Well, it looks like your friends have recovered from their accident. Now it

seems they're looking for another one.

They're no friends of mine.

Listen, I came out here looking for a story.

You're interested in hijacking and murder?

Well, if that car forces us off the road, you're going to see the first.

And if you move one inch closer to me, you're going to be the victim in a

second.

You just bringing the rig from L .A.? Yeah.

Don't you yeah me.

I run this place.

It's yes ma 'am.

You're Turner, aren't you?

Yes, ma 'am. Well, come on in here.

Deering called me. He told me about your close call.

You all right?

Yes, ma 'am.

Yeah, you look all right to me.

How about that newspaper guy who stowed away? Deering said you left him in Paso

Robles. Yes, ma 'am. He, uh...

Filed a story on the accident, answered the police questions. That cleared me,

and they let me go.

Oh, oh.

Hello. Yes, ma 'am.

All right, wise guy. Knock off the yes, ma 'am. Well, I thought you said that.

Forget it.

You know, you're fresh, but you're no mollycoddle.

Turner.

George.

Just between you and me and the lamppost, who do you think set up that

How would I know?

You're working out of L .A.

I can see you're nobody's fool. You got your eyes wide open.

And Deering trusts you.

You'd be a good man to watch him.

What makes you think Deering needs watching?

There was a cop up here from L .A. about a month ago, nosing around.

I got the feeling from him that somebody, maybe Deering, is fingering

Well, like I said, I don't know anything about it.

Well, I know. I've had nothing but trouble since I merged with him.

I never lost a cargo. I never had insurance problems. I never saw a cop.

Now, after three hijackings, the company's on my neck, cancellations from

I've had for years, and truck damage.

You know, you're a bright guy.

I think maybe I can do something for you.

And you can do something for me.

Have a drink.

No, thanks.

I haven't had breakfast yet. Besides, I could use some sleep.

Oh, well, we'll fix that. I'll drive you into town. We can get some chow.

I've got something to do first. I'll just grab a cab. No, no, you won't.

I'll go with you. Then we can eat and talk.

Only, don't let her get around that I'm socializing with the help, huh? Now get

out of here.

Sign in the next room, huh?

Uh, okay, George?

Okay, Estelle.

Get me Los Angeles.

Clinton, 70799.

Mr. Clown?

You were right.

Deering's private detective's here.

Well, I'm taking him to breakfast.

I'll meet you in the coffee shop.

Okay.

Thanks.

We'll take that.

San Francisco Police, mister.

Thank goodness Paul's all right.

He leads a charmed life.

Perry, you've overstepped yourself this time.

I want an explanation, a darn good explanation, or I swear I'll prefer

against you.

A closed door suggests that you might not before you... Don't you stall me.

know why I'm here.

No, I don't know why you're here.

I'm getting kind of fed up with the free -swinging accusations you're throwing

around.

All right, Steve, what's got you so steamed up?

I got a call from the San Francisco police. They arrested Paul Drake. He

claim check that he got from Bobby Dane to pick up an artist's case. It had a

gun in it, Perry. Harry Marburg's gun. The murder weapon.

Paul had no way of knowing what was in that case.

I know that. I had him released. But tell me that he wasn't on a job for you.

Tell me that you didn't know what was in that case and that you didn't want to

get hold of that gun.

You have my word.

Your what?

What in the devil do you take me for, Perry? You found that claim check. Did

turn it over to the police?

No. You're not interested in finding the killer. You're only interested in

protecting your client.

Steve, how did the police know there was a claim check?

Now, don't you worry about that, Mr. Mason. You just start worrying about the

consequences of withholding evidence.

Yes, Gertie.

If you think you can prove that I knowingly attempted to... I want Bobby

and I want Frances Clune. She disappeared, and we went to pick him up.

disappeared, too. I want you to produce them, and I mean by tonight.

It's Mr. Klune.

Mr. Klune, where are you? Well, it's better that you don't know. Then you

tell the police.

The police just left.

As your attorney, I'm advising you to turn yourself in.

That's our only hope of clearing this up. No, no, Mr. Mason, I don't trust

They think I killed a policeman.

What do you propose to do?

Keep running?

Hiding?

In that case, why call me?

Just before I left the gallery.

I got a call from Olaf Deering's partner, Estelle Gage. She wanted me to

her at Olaf Deering's office at 11 tonight.

Did she say why?

Mrs. Gage couldn't explain too clearly, just that... Well, she thought if we

could meet at Olaf Deering's office, without his knowing it, we could compare

notes, inspect the files.

I don't know what she hopes to accomplish.

But I do know you have all the trouble you can handle without borrowing any

more. That's why I want you to go to the meeting with me, Mr. Mason, to protect

me, to give me some advice.

I have to hang up now.

I'll see you tonight. And remember, above all, don't tell the police.

Deering's office is down this way.

We're late.

Mr. Klune.

Hold it.

Right there.

Mr. Mason, help us.

Us?

Who else is... Oh,

come in here.

Always daring.

You too, huh?

In there, Steve.

Well, you didn't waste any time getting back from Paso Robles. I got back as

soon as I cleared you in that accident.

And you're welcome.

You'll still have to testify at the inquest.

Well, isn't this a cozy little group?

All right, that's enough of that now.

What's the matter, Lieutenant? Don't you feel vindicated?

You got your cop killers and another murder for a bonus.

These people haven't been charged with any crime?

Oh, yes, they have. They're under arrest and they'll be charged with murder as

quickly as I can get them downtown.

What's the evidence against them, Steve?

All right, you.

You get the regular hand out of headquarters like everybody else.

Believe me, Mr. Mason, I... We didn't kill him.

We didn't kill anybody.

It's about time we had a little talk about that, Mr. Clune.

Answer no questions unless I'm with you and approve.

Perry, stay out of this.

I'll do whatever is necessary to protect my client's rights.

Paul, you take the car.

I'd better ride down to headquarters with Miss Dane and Mr. Clune.

That won't be necessary. We don't play rough.

Sergeant, now you have my word, Perry.

All I'm going to do to these two is convict them.

I don't know anything about the gun.

When I checked my case in San Francisco, there was no gun in it. Bobby, the

thing that bothers me about you is that you keep coming up with logical excuses

for illogical behavior.

From the moment you bought Sunrise and Sausalito to the time you were arrested,

these strange things have continued to happen.

Mr. Klune says he reported his suspicions to the police.

They say he didn't report them. You bought Sunrise for apparently much less

it was worth.

Didn't it occur to you at the time... It occurred to me at the time that I got a

goodbye, that's all.

Look, the police are just twisting things.

They've decided that we killed a policeman.

That's the same story I just heard from Francis Klune.

You know, you and Francis have only one problem with the police.

They think you committed a murder, perhaps two murders.

While they're trying to prove you did, we have to convince the judge that you

didn't.

I'm not sure that I've even convinced you.

Bobby, how did you manage to get away from the man who tried to kidnap you in

San Francisco?

I was waiting for an artist, Campbell Boyd, in the bus terminal.

He was late, so I went outside.

It was dark. These two men grabbed me. I screamed at the top of my lungs and

they ran.

When they tried to kidnap you again in the gallery stockroom, they couldn't

fumbled that attempt much more if they'd been trying.

How did you manage to get away from them in the hospital?

Well, my buzzer wouldn't work.

And the phone wouldn't.

One of them was waiting outside my door.

So I went to the window, hoping to get to the front of the building to get

But the other one was waiting out in front.

I couldn't go inside, so I went to a phone and I called Francis.

Why would they want you so desperately that they'd make three attempts?

I don't know, Mr. Mason. Honest, I don't know.

Your Honor, the state will show that there is reasonable cause to believe

the defendants, Francis Clune and Bobby Dane, murdered the decedent Harry

Marburg. Motivated by fear that Officer Marburg would expose certain of their

criminal activities, they killed him on the premises of the Clune Gallery.

The weapon they used was the decedent's own service revolver. And after the

murder, that weapon was first concealed by the defendants and then retrieved by

an agent acting for them.

We will show that both defendants...

evaded arresting officers and were finally apprehended at the scene of a

murder. And although that crime, Your Honor, may appear to be entirely

and apart from this case, the state will prove that there is indeed a pattern

here.

Police officer Harry Marburg was killed to prevent him from exposing a certain

fraudulent operation that both defendants were involved in.

And the second murder to which I just referred was committed for exactly the

same reason.

Your Honor, I object to the introduction of any evidence of any other crime.

Your Honor, evidence concerning another crime is certainly admissible where it

goes to prove motivation.

Mr. Berger, I'm not going to allow that approach.

In this preliminary hearing, you're seeking to have the defendants bound

for trial on the murder of Harry Marburg. Now...

You need only show their involvement in that crime.

But, Your Honor, I can recite a dozen... I have ruled on the matter, Mr. Berger.

There'll be no further argument.

Now proceed with your case.

Yes, sir.

Harry Marburg was a good man, a good police officer, and a good friend.

Mr. Cannon, when did you last see the decedent?

We had dinner together.

Harry and his wife and his kids.

Afterward... We were talking.

That's when Harry mentioned that a big story was about to break.

He wouldn't say anything definite.

That's the way he was.

He, friend or not, he wouldn't give me a break over any other newspaper man.

All right, what did he tell you exactly?

That he was going to see Francis Clune that evening.

That the case involved certain art objects and hijacking.

He seemed almost sad about it.

He said heads would roll.

And you never saw Harry Marburg again?

No, sir.

They killed him that night.

And now, Lieutenant Drum, I show you this .38 caliber police special turned

to you by the San Francisco Police Department, marked States Exhibit 3.

I ask if you can identify it for us further.

Yes, Mr. Berger.

I was with ballistics at the time this weapon was checked.

supervised the test myself.

This is the revolver that fired the fatal bullets.

The serial number shows that it was Harry Marburg's gun.

Harry Marburg worked for me on robbery detail.

Sergeant Bradley, did he keep you well informed on his progress on cases he was

assigned to cover?

Yes, sir.

He was that kind of a guy.

He'd hand me a ten -page report on a $50 breaking and entering case.

To what case was he assigned at the time of his death, Sergeant? He was tracing

a hijacking fencing operation.

He called me from Frisco the night before he was killed.

He told me he expected to get evidence to show that Francis Kloon and Bobby

were involved in both operations.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Cross -examined?

No question.

And when you turned in the claim check that you had obtained from Mr. Mason's

client... You received in return an artist's case, is that correct?

Yes, sir. And when you picked up that case and looked in it, what did you

Mr. Drake?

38 police special.

I show you state exhibit three.

Is this the same gun you found in that case?

It is.

Cross -examine, Mr. Mason.

Now, Mr. Drake, will you please tell the court...

Why, you were asked to pick up the artist's case, the case which contained

death weapon.

Well, I was hired to pose as a truck driver by Mr. Olaf Deering.

Objection, Your Honor.

The defense counsel has objected to any introduction of the Olaf Deering murder,

and the court has sustained him.

Therefore, anything on that subject is certainly out of order here. Your Honor,

in direct examination of this witness, the district attorney introduced the

subject to the gun.

I contend that anything pertaining to the discovery of that weapon is germane

the case against my clients.

Well, you did open the door, Mr. Burr.

Overruled. The witness may answer.

Mr. Deering had been losing valuable cargoes to hijackers, and he was sure

someone was tipping him off as to which trucks to hijack.

So he decided I'd drive one of his trucks to San Francisco alone, keeping

route secret.

But the plan didn't work.

Why? Because they were staked out waiting to hijack my truck a few miles

side of Paso Robles.

I'm due there today for the inquest. How could the hijackers have known what you

were carrying and have known what route you were taking?

They had to be tipped off as to which truck to hit.

Who besides you and Mr. Deering and his dispatcher knew about the route?

No one. Even the dispatcher, Floyd Walters, didn't know what route I'd be

taking.

Oh, one final question.

How did the San Francisco police know you would be presenting the claim check

the terminal so they could have it staked out?

I haven't any idea.

Thank you, Mr. Drake. That'll be all.

The witness may stand down.

May I have a moment, Your Honor?

Your man's on the phone from San Francisco. He says he has the

wanted. Perry, I have to get to that inquest in Paso Robles. I promised I'd

there if they didn't hold me up here.

Adele can handle the call. You'd better go.

Thanks. I'll call in as soon as they're through with me.

Your Honor, at this time, I would like to recall Lieutenant Drum for cross

-examination. Lieutenant Drum, will you take the stand?

And you're still under oath.

Lieutenant, you heard my final question put to Mr. Drake.

I now ask it of you.

How did the San Francisco police know to stake out that terminal? Was it a

request from your department?

No. Now, you're an intelligent policeman.

Didn't you wonder about it? Of course I did. They acted on an anonymous tip.

But in order to give the police an anonymous tip, someone had to know the

was in the case and someone had to want it to be found.

Well, what difference does it make? There was a gun and it was the murder

weapon. Lieutenant, it's almost legendary that when a policeman is

fellow officers regard it as a sacred trust, literally, to dedicate themselves

to getting his killer.

Isn't that true?

Is there anything wrong with that?

Not with the attitude or the purpose.

But not to the neglect of proper methods.

When you allow emotions to take over and think only of pinning it on a likely

suspect... You can't say that. I handled this case myself.

I left nothing to chance.

Then why, when one of my clients reported a possible theft of a valuable

of modern art, did the whole department ignore his story and attempt to make him

out a liar?

That's simply not true.

You're using legal tricks, playing with Harry Marburg's murder.

There's no trick, Steve.

Paul's men have what we want. I took it all down.

Your Honor, in order to continue my cross -examination, may I request an

recess? For what purpose, Mr. Mason? To bring in important evidence bearing on

the witness's testimony.

Very well.

Court will recess for one hour.

I warned you both that your only chance was to be completely honest with me. But

I have been honest.

So have I.

I suppose you've never seen this before.

You don't recognize any of the pieces described?

Why, yes, several.

They're in the stockroom at the gallery.

Where did you get this list?

From the San Francisco police.

It's the same list they made out for Harry Marburg the day he was killed.

That one will do.

Hello, Sergeant.

You wasted your money sending Paul Drake's man to Frisco.

Really?

I already had all the answers.

But now you do too, don't you, Counselor?

Some of them.

I know you killed Harry Marburg because he'd cracked your robbery and fencing

setup.

You killed all of Deering for the same reason.

I figured you knew.

The way you questioned Drake about the hijack setup.

The way you pinned Drum on the anonymous tip.

You were the only one with access to all that information.

No wonder your man Marburg wouldn't write anything down.

You learned he'd found you out that he was meeting Kloon here.

You couldn't let them get together.

So you killed Marburg and framed Kloon for it.

I figured you was a guy to watch.

And what puzzles me is your interest in Bobby Dane.

Why was she important?

She wasn't.

I followed up.

I thought she'd seen me in the car that night behind the gallery.

That's why you tried to kidnap her in San Francisco?

When you failed, you used your badge and planted the gun.

Then the anonymous phone call to the San Francisco police.

And then Paul Drake discovered the murder weapon for you.

You had everything figured.

Everything but this.

I tried to wise up Harry Marburg when he was assigned to me.

But he just wouldn't wise.

So he didn't leave me any choice.

And you don't either, Mason.

You can dismiss all charges, Hamilton. I'll give you the details in the office.

Right. Thank you.

Well, Perry, it's all fixed.

And I want to thank you.

Thank me?

You saved my life.

Well, let me finish.

The way you handled me on the witness stand, that was deliberate, wasn't it?

Well, you really squared me away.

After you left, I saw things clearly for the first time.

It all added up to me, as it obviously had for you.

Whoever the police would normally have come up with answers.

Bradley was there, and that meant a dead end for both of us.

Police officer masterminding a hijack operation.

Selling stolen property.

Killing a fellow officer.

Seems unbelievable.

Steve, it only takes one bad cop to undermine the work of hundreds of

In the courtroom, Della told me where you went.

It's fortunate for me that you asked.

You were taking a pretty good chance.

Not really, Steve.

I had the best thing in the world going for me.

One good honest cop.