All language subtitles for perry_mason_s04e16_waylaid_wolf

Here comes trouble.

Miss, uh, Ferris, uh... Yes, Mr. Allen?

I wonder, uh, do you have a dinner
engagement this evening?

That's not an invitation.

I, uh, thought if you hadn't, Mr. Lamont
Jr. has some work he'd like finished

tonight. Well, what's the matter with
that snooty secretary of his?

Junior taking her out to dinner?

Miss Elwood.

Pardon me.

Well, Miss Ferris?

No, I'm not going to be busy now. I'd be
glad to.

Thank you.

Doctor.

George Albert, Mr. Lamont.

It's all settled. She'll do the work.

The she, I take it, is Miss Arlene
Ferris.

Good.

I'll remember this, Albert.

Eat it.

Eat it. Those newcomer reports, I've
arranged for them to be finished up in

secretarial pool.

I said I was perfectly willing to stay
and do them.

Yes, I know. But you've been working
pretty hard lately.

You can take a night off.

Albert?

Lamont Jr. again.

I think I'd better tell that night
security officer that Miss Ferris will

leaving late.

Can you give me a description of her
car?

Yeah, thanks.

Trouble? Oh, Mr. Lamont.

I would think finishing up that report
for me would be enough trouble for one

night, Miss Ferris.

I can't understand it. It's never felt a
word before.

Well, it's a damp night. Maybe something
short -circuited.

Open the hood and let me take a look.

Now try her.

It's no use.

There's no sparking. You'll run your
battery down.

What can I do?

Well, I can think of two things.

Either wait here until the sun comes out
tomorrow, or let me give you a lift

home.

I can't ask you to do that, Mr. Lamont.
I live way out in Westwood.

Now, that's a coincidence. I just
happened to be going that way.

They sure love you, but they really love
you when you get peanut butter and

witchcraft. One that's guaranteed
available at Kmart and Osco.

Night, Grimes. Good night, Miss Olma.

Good night, Miss Burris. I'm not going
to bite you, despite my sinister

reputation. Sinister?

Hasn't your friend Madge Elwood told you
about me?

Well, she did say that you were a bit of
a wolf.

That's me.

A wolf in clothing made from a British
sheep.

And as a wolf, I have a proposition.

How about dinner before I take you home?

Well, I really should get back.

Oh, now look. It's 8 o 'clock.

You're hungry and so am I.

And besides, I owe you something for
keeping me overtime.

Well, if it's a debt, all right. Good.

But there's one complication.

Would you mind if I dropped off those
papers you typed for the company's beach

house first?

A business associate of Dad's is there
waiting for them.

How far is it?

South end of Malibu.

Twenty minutes more at the most.

So, uh, okay, Miss Ferris?

So, okay, Mr. Moore.

and persuade old Grierson to have a
drink with us.

Are you sure he wouldn't mind?

Oh, I'm sure.

He likes pretty girls. And so do I.

What about the papers?

Oh, yes, the papers.

We mustn't forget them.

Miss Grierson?

Miss Grierson?

Miss Grierson?

Well,

I guess he hasn't arrived yet.

What's your martini formula, Miss Paris?

I don't know. Five to one, I guess.
Perfect.

You'll find ice glasses in the makings
over the sink on the left side. So

practice your mathematics while I check
on Grierson.

Yeah, but... Don't worry.

We pay union bartenders scale here.

So go to work.

Yell if there's anything you can't find.

I will.

Hello?

I told you I'd give it to you when I got
plenty good and ready.

It's just that you promised to return
the $2 ,000 six weeks ago, Mr. Lamont.

And now we must have it.

Our bank has been more than patient.

Perhaps his father.

Yes. Even if we must get in touch with
your father in Europe.

You go to my father, okay?

And I'll see you never get the money.

You gave it to me in cash, remember?

You have no legal claim.

So get off my back.

When we loaned him the money, he made
such great promises.

Swore he would pay it back the very next
week.

Now I promise you.

I'll get it from him.

Promise is most given when the least is
said.

Hello?

Peter?

Loring.

I'm at the Malibu place.

No, no, no, not a party.

A business conference.

I want you to call me on the phone in
about an hour. When I answer, you hang

Why?

mind why.

Just do it.

Now there's the most beautiful sight
I've seen all day.

Was that Mr. Grierson you called?

No. Somebody else.

But I checked on Grierson.

He's supposed to be somewhere between
downtown L .A. and here.

For you.

And for me.

Well, aren't you going to drink to that?

I think I better have something to eat
first.

And leave this for me to finish all by
myself?

Come on, honey, one more.

Then we'll discuss eating.

Now, who could that be?

Mr. Grierson?

Why, sure. Good old Grierson.

Hello?

Yes, this is Laurie Lamont.

Where have you been, Mr. Grierson?

Sure, I can get the papers to you first
thing in the morning.

Don't give it a thought.

Good night.

Ross Signals.

He's checked in at the Beverly Sunset
for the night.

Well, then I guess we'd better be going.
Are you kidding?

Now that we have the place all to
ourselves?

Come on, honey. One more, and then we'll
discuss what the kitchen has to offer.

No drink and no kitchen.

I wouldn't have come here if I... Sit
down, baby.

Don't try to pull that Purity League act
on me, honey. You're of age. So relax,

baby. Relax.

Thank you.

actually struck him with the car, Miss
Ferris?

Either that, Mr. Mason, or he fell when
he tried to jump clear.

You see, I lost control of the car when
I pushed down the accelerator.

I've never driven a sports car before.

You didn't stop?

No, I was scared.

And mad.

I drove about five miles and stopped at
a gas station.

I telephoned Madge to ask her to...
Maybe I shouldn't bring you into this,

Madge. Oh, why not?

Since I was the one who made you come to
Mr. Mason.

She asked me for Loring's address.

Why? I wanted to leave the car there.

I didn't want him to be able to accuse
me of having stolen it.

You had the address?

No, I got it from George.

That is, George Albert, the office
manager.

And I, uh, I called Arlene back at the
filling station.

Tell him what you did, Arlene.

Well, I parked the car at the apartment
building in front of the fireplug.

After you did that?

I took a bus home.

And the morning match took me to work.

I was expecting to be fired.

But Mr. Lamont never appeared.

And that started me worrying.

You mean started me worrying.

Loring's vindictive.

Couldn't he have her arrested for theft?

Or for hit -and -run driving?

Or assault and battery?

I suppose he could.

Della, is Paul still in the outer
office?

Yes, he's still waiting.

Ask him in, will you, please?

This will be Mr. Paul Drake, head of the
Drake Detective Agency.

Paul?

Come in, Paul.

Paul Drake, this is Miss Ferris and Miss
Elvin. How do you do? Hello.

Here are those papers I wanted you to
have, Paul. Oh, thanks.

I'm afraid our lunch date is off.

Work? Possibly.

I wanted you to help me pin someone's
ears back.

A playboy named Loring Lamont gave Miss
Ferris a rather bad time last night. He

might try to... Excuse me, Perry, but is
this Loring Lamont, whose father owns

Lamont Engineering Corporation?

Yes. Do you know him?

No, but I know about him.

I'm afraid somebody's already pinned his
ears back.

How do you mean?

Just came over the 12 o 'clock news.

Loring Lamont was found stabbed to death
in a beach house near Malibu last

night.

Last fall.

It's closed.

No. No, I won't hesitate to call on you.

Bye.

Terry, I sure hope you have Arlene
Ferris in a safe place. Trag is hot on

trail.

She's in Madge Elwood's apartment.

I know what Trag found at the plant.

Miss Elwood just told me. Yeah, but did
you know that he has Lamont Jr.'s car?

Was impounded early this morning for
blocking a fire plug. And there's a

witness. The man who lives in the
apartment below Lamont said he saw a

park the car and then walk away.

Mr. Henley?

Mr. Henley?

Oh, yes.

You were recommended to us as an expert
on high five.

I like to think... I like to think I am.

Are you, uh, prospective?

Yes, we might be.

Well,

here we have our finest assembly.

AM and FM tuner.

Feather light automatic changer.

Six speakers in all.

Disco -phonic, of course.

Of course.

Will you and the young lady care for a
demonstration?

Why, yes.

Well, if you don't mind, we'll postpone
the demonstration, Mr. Hanley.

Well, Lieutenant, I didn't realize you
were a hi -fi enthusiast.

I'm not.

Know this man?

Why, no.

He's Perry Mason, an attorney who
specializes in defending persons accused

murder.

I don't know who the young lady is, but
I want you to look at her very

carefully.

Why, she's a... Just a moment. I must
warn you.

Mason may be trying one of his tricks.

If a witness is going to identify
someone, for instance, the young woman

parkloring Vermont's car...

in front of the fireplug last night,
well, he might bring that young lady

your store.

You would notice her, but only casually.

Well, I did, but now I... And then on
the witness stand, when you identify her

under oath, he might ask, aren't you
mistaken?

Well, yes, he could say that, but...
Henley, I don't want you to be trapped.

Is she the one you saw get out of Lauren
Lamont's car?

Um, Henley...

Don't let him trap you.

She is.

She's the one I saw get out of the car.

Of course, she's dressed differently,
but that's her.

Miss Ferris, I'm Lieutenant Tragg of
Homicide.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come
down to headquarters with me.

Lieutenant, you're making a mistake.

This young woman is not Arlene Ferris.

Next, you'll be saying you're not Perry
Mason.

Come on, Ferris.

and a drag was fit to be tied when he
finally had the wrong woman.

I'm afraid all we've gained is a little
time.

And we're going to sacrifice that
waiting to hear from Arlene Paris.

Yes, Della?

She's here, Perry, with George Albert.

You'd better wait, Paul.

Come in, Roger.

Sit down, please.

All right, Della.

I've been hoping to hear from you, Miss
Paris.

But you were supposed to phone, not come
in person.

The police have been watching this
office. They might still be watching.

Well, I'm sorry, but... You see, I
called George, and he insisted on

you.

We can trust George, Mr. Mason. He's
sort of engaged to Madge.

Madge Elwood called you for Lamont's
address?

Yes, that's right.

Look, Mason, I'm not too happy about
Madge being so mixed up in this.

At the moment, she's completely unmixed,
Mr. Albert.

It's Arlene you should be worried about.

Oh, I am, of course.

Miss Ferris, do you remember anything
more about the telephone call Lamont

received when you were in the kitchen?

Well, he did say something about giving
something when he got good and ready.

His voice got very loud and he became
angry and he said, you tell my father,

okay, and I'll see that you never get
the money. And then his voice got lower

and I couldn't hear anymore.

Okay.

He called the person okay?

Yes.

You said you wanted to help, Mr. Elwood.

Yes, of course.

I'd like you to take Arlene to Miss
Elwood's apartment.

It won't be but a short time till I know
exactly what she's up against.

Della, will you show them to the service
elevator?

Perry, that name okay, it rings a bell
somewhere. Here it is.

The caretaker at the Lamont Malibu Beach
House. His name is Oolong Kim.

Yes?

My name is Oolong Kim.

And who are you, sir?

My name is Mason. I'm an attorney.

Perry Mason.

I've heard of you, sir.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to look around, if I may.

I think it is all right, if you are
careful.

The police said nothing was to be
disturbed.

This way, please.

Thank you.

I'm Mrs. Kim.

He was lying there.

You the housekeeper here, Mrs. Kim?

Yes.

How long have you and O .K. worked here?

O .K.? Isn't that what the people call
your husband?

People call my husband Oolong or Mr.
Kim.

We have worked for Mr. Lamont Sr.

for two and a half years.

Will you tell me why you asked if Mr.
Kim is called O .K.? Well, it seems that

last night, Lamont Jr.

had a quarrel with someone over the
phone.

Someone he called O .K.

Would you have any idea who that might
be, Mrs. Kim?

Perhaps Orville Kingman.

Who is he?

I don't know, but Mr. Lamont, that is
Mr. Lamont Jr., has been making payments

to him ever since I've worked here.

Payments?

His checkbook, Mr. Mason.

He hasn't put the household bills in a
month.

Orville Kingman, $1 ,000.

$1 ,600.

$800.

What are these payments for? Do you
know, Mrs. Kim?

No, sir, I don't.

Blackmail, perhaps?

Perhaps Mr. Kingman will be able to tell
you.

Perhaps.

Yes?

Shut the door, Al.

Okay.

Close the door.

All right, Counselor.

What do you want with me?

More to the point.

Who are you and what do you want?

Kingman.

Orville Kingman.

Now, why all this nosing around into my
affairs by your man Drake?

Mr. Drake had instructions to check on
you, find out who you were.

You don't know who I am?

Should I?

I believe the guy's on a low.

I'm the commission man.

Bookie to you.

Biggest west of Las Vegas.

Oh, I see.

See, see what?

Oh, stub entries in Loring Lamont's
checkbook.

1600, 1400, 800.

Sure. He was a lousy judge of horse
flesh, as the saying goes.

Hey, wait a minute.

You figuring me for a patsy?

Kingman, if I'm figuring you for a
patsy, you deserve it.

Lamont was overheard on the phone last
night threatening to send somebody to

jail. Somebody he called O .K.

Al, what do people call me?

Art. Art Kingman.

People have never called you just O .K.?
Never.

Ask anybody.

Excuse me.

Yes? Well, go ahead, Paul.

Barry, Tragg just arrested Arlene Ferris
in Madge Hellwood's apartment.

Yes, he had a warrant.

The charge?

First degree murder.

How about poor Fred Wilson?

3 -3 -2 -5 -500.

It was almost 11 o 'clock when I found
him.

I was late that morning, and I went to
the garden for my husband, and we called

the police.

I see.

Now, Mrs. Kim, I show you this antique
Italian dagger already placed in

as having been found near the body.

Do you recognize it? It's been in the
beach house ever since I worked there.

They used it as a letter opener, both
Loring Jr.

and his father.

Then it is your contention that the
defendant, in order to corroborate her

of a deliberate attempt made by the
deceased to lure her to his beach house

to make improper advances, planted
evidence near the scene and in her

sometime after the murder.

Yes, Your Honor.

Indistinguishable footprints and slide
marks beside the muddy road near the

beach house and this mud -stained
address in her apartment.

Well, what makes you believe she planted
these things?

Well, a part of Miss Ferris' story is
that the deceased followed her along the

road up the muddy bank, yet the
deceased's shoes were as immaculate as

they'd just come from a store window.

Lieutenant, did you institute a search
for the so -called muddy clothes and

shoes? Yes, sir. Negative.

No trace of any clothes of any kind in
or around the beach house.

No change of clothes, even if he'd
wanted to change them. No, no, sir.

Now, in her statement, the defendant
asserted she had no idea why her car

wouldn't start the night she encountered
Mr. Lamont in the company parking lot.

Now, did you examine this car to find
out why it wouldn't start, Sergeant?

I did. I found the rotor missing from
the distributor.

Did you subsequently discover this
missing rotor?

Yes, sir, in the glove compartment of
the defendant's car.

Thank you.

Cross -examine?

No questions.

You may step down, Sergeant.

Then as the security guard on the night
in question, you checked out the

deceased, Loring Lamont?

Yep. In that white sports car of his.

10 to 8 it was.

Was Mr. Lamont alone in the car?

Nope. Young lady was with him.

Mr. Grimes, do you see that young lady
any place in this courtroom?

Yep.

Sitting right over there.

All in first.

When did you first notice Mr. Lamont's
sports car parked by the fireplug?

About a minute before I tagged it.

Seven after ten.

Was anyone in the car?

No, not then.

Or when I came back a few minutes later
to tag a double -parked car.

Thank you.

You're a witness, Mr. Mason.

No questions.

Now, Mr. Henley...

You just positively identified the
defendant as the woman who parked Loring

Lamont's car by a fireplug in front of
his apartment building.

Yes, sir.

Did you not, in your hi -fi store
several days ago, make an equally

identification of another woman who
supposedly parked his car there?

I did, but I was wrong.

I feel I was tricked.

Tricked?

How, Mr. Henley?

Lieutenant Tragg seemed so eager to have
me identify the woman with you.

And there was a marked resemblance.

Well, I... I just feel I was tricked.

Then you made your first identification
simply because Lieutenant Tragg seemed

to be so eager to have you identify the
woman who was with me. Yes.

Look at the defendant, Mr. Henley.

Are you sure you're not being tricked
again?

Yes.

Absolutely sure?

Yes. Look at the defendant, Mr. Henley,
not at me, at the defendant.

Now, are you sure the defendant is the
woman who parked Loring Lamont's car by

that fireplug?

Are you as sure as you were when you
identified Madge Elwood as having parked

his car there?

I don't know.

Which girl was it, Mr. Henley?

Marlene Ferris or Madge Elwood?

Actually, you don't know which one it
was, do you?

No further questions.

Right, thanks.

Well, it doesn't look good.

Orville Kingman's gone south, and I mean
south, for an indefinite stay to study

racetrack conditions in Brazil.

But, as far as I can find out, he was
telling you the truth about the name O

Nobody ever calls him that.

Second, Ulan Kim and his wife, Frances,
are having money problems.

Oh?

There's a second trust deed on their
home, due and payable. Now they're being

socked with default payments, penalties,
and so on.

They could lose the home.

What about the okay as far as he's
concerned?

Couldn't find out anything there.

The Kims stick pretty much to
themselves.

But at least none of the tradespeople
who deal with him ever call him okay.

Hungry, Paul?

Dinner's ready.

Paris?

I've been thinking about those muddy
clothes. They couldn't have just

disappeared.

You suppose it's possible that the
murderer, for some reason, could have

Lamont's clothes?

Try telling that to a jury.

The murderer, knowing Lamont would get
himself all dirty chasing Arlene,

out clean shoes, socks, and trousers
from Lamont's own wardrobe and dressed

corpse with them.

What else have you got? The saga of
Lamont's car.

After your client left the park blocking
a fire plug, it was tagged.

About ten minutes later, the same
officer came back again, found another

double parked there, so he tagged that
one, too.

Then at one o 'clock, Lamont's car was
tagged again by another officer. And an

hour later, it was impounded by the
police.

That's quite a history.

What about phone calls from the beach
house?

If Arlene's story is true, Lamont
certainly would have called someone to

out and get him.

He didn't. The phone company keeps
records of all long -distance calls to

Malibu area.

And there was only one.

At 8 .30, to his secretary, Edith
Bristol.

Miss Bristol, this is Trey Mason, the
attorney. I'd like to talk to you for a

moment.

Would you have a seat, please?

Thank you.

As you probably know, Miss Bristol, I'm
defending Arlene Ferris.

My investigators have come across a
phone call made from the Beach House,

to you at 8 .30 on the night of the
murder.

The police have already asked me that,
Mr. Mason.

What did you tell them?

But Mr. Lamont Jr. called me and
instructed me to call him back in about

and then hang up.

Hang up?

Yes.

He said he was in a business conference.

I suppose he was using my call as an
excuse to break away.

And did you call back?

Yes, about 9 .20, 9 .25.

Did he say anything beyond hello?

Well, he pretended he was talking to a
Mr. Grierson, a business acquaintance.

Said he was sorry about being late. I
hung up then.

Is that the last you heard from him?

Well, yes.

I have the feeling you did hear
something else.

If not from Mr. Lamont, perhaps a third
party.

Who was it?

Madge.

Madge Elwood?

What did she have to say?

Nothing, really.

Except she wanted to know if I had a key
to Mr. Lamont's apartment.

I said I didn't have one, and she said
she was sorry that she bothered me and

hung up.

Albert, did Miss Elwood tell you about
calling Miss Bristol?

No. Do you know why she wanted the key
to Lamont's apartment?

No, I don't know.

Well, there's something odd going on
here.

I'm going to find out what it is.

Why wouldn't Marge have told us about
going out there?

Lamont had a business appointment with a
man named Gris, either for that night

or early the next morning.

And what's that got to do with it?

Well, suppose after Arlene telephoned,
Mads saw a chance to ingratiate herself

with Lamont by taking him in his car and
some clean clothes.

So she tries to get his apartment keys
from Edith Bristol.

Not necessarily.

The key could have been on his key ring
in the car.

Anyway, she got the clothes and...

his car, and drove out to the beach
house.

That's just what happened.

Those two parking violations should have
told me that.

The first ticket must have been removed
from the windshield.

I don't quite follow that, Perry.

At the beach house, after he'd put on
the clean clothes, let's say that Lamont

tried to force his attentions on Mads,
just as he had on Arlene.

That's when Mads stepped.

Oh, I'm beginning to see it now.

Then Madge drove the car back to town
and parked it in front of the fireplug

again. Where it got the second ticket.

So it was really Madge that Jerome
Henley saw.

That's where, in trying to outfox
Lieutenant Tragg, I outfoxed myself.

You know, there were no dirty clothes in
Lamont's car, so Madge must have

transferred them to her car and taken
them with her.

So what happened to the clothes becomes
a big question now.

You won't find Madge Elwood here, I
don't expect.

Some fella come by late yesterday. I
heard him talking about going to Las

She went in this fella's car?

Must have.

Hers is still here.

Well, I gotta fix breakfast.

Close the door when you go, will ya?
Thank you.

What fellow, Perry?

Perhaps George Albert.

He better be in court this morning.

Wouldn't have left things in here too
risky.

Harry. Go.

Looks like we hit the jackpot, don't we?

Well, Mr. Mason.

You see, Lieutenant?

I knew he was going to plant something
to try to clear his client.

Have you watched the Zahnhofer again?
You can taste the difference when it

from the O'Shire farm.

Your Honor, the people's case would be
completed if it weren't for a certain

matter that concerns me gravely.

Not just as prosecutor, but as a member
of the legal profession.

I have reason to feel that an attempt
has been made in this case to fabricate

evidence. And I wish to present
testimony in order to prepare a record

be used for the purpose of impeachment.

Very well, Mr. Chamberlain. You may call
your first witness.

Call Lieutenant Craig to the stand.

You mean... Mr. Mason and his secretary
were inside the garage?

Yes, Your Honor.

What was Mr. Mason doing at that moment?

Well, he was holding a shoe over a
cardboard packing case.

You mean he was putting that shoe into
the case, don't you, Lieutenant?

Well, it looked as though he were about
to.

Sit the court, please.

I object to the question on the ground
that it's viciously misleading and

suggestive.

Furthermore, this witness is not a mind
reader.

Your Honor, as an expert criminal
investigator, Lieutenant Tragg is

express his opinion.

If it is an opinion and not an actual
fact... Nevertheless, I am going to

sustain the objection, Mr. Chamberlain.

But in view of the seriousness of this,
Mr. Mason, may I express the hope that

you will help rather than hinder the
court in arriving at the truth.

I intend to help in every way I possibly
can, Your Honor.

Very well.

You may proceed, Mr. Chamberlain.

Now, Lieutenant, I ask you to examine
this shoe and these trousers, both of

which have already been identified as
the property of the deceased Loring

Lamont. Yes, they're from the packing
case, and those are my identifying tags

them. If it please the court, I would
like to have these trousers and this

and also this shoe, which Mr.

Mason had already put into that packing
case as people's exhibits J, K, and L.

The defense has no objection, Your
Honor.

Have them so marked.

I'm afraid I've struck out so far,
Perry. Madge Elwood is not in Las Vegas,

least not under her own name. And
there's no trace of her here.

Your witness, Mr. Mason.

Defense has no questions of Lieutenant
Tragg.

Your Honor, at this time, I had hoped to
question Madge Elwood, but apparently

she cannot be found.

However, with the court's permission, I
would like to recall Mr. George Albert.

who I believe can supply us with the
same information.

Very well.

You may step down, Lieutenant.

Call George Albert to the stand.

I remind you, you are still under oath.

Yes, sir, I know.

Now, Mr. Albert, on the night of
Lamont's death, Did you receive a

call from Madge Elwood requesting
Lamont's town address?

Yes. But didn't she know his address?

Hadn't she, in fact, been to his
apartment in the past?

In the far past.

She didn't know his new address. He'd
moved recently.

But you knew it.

That's right.

Did you know a man by the name of
Grierson?

Yes, he's a client of our firm.

Did you know that Lamont had an
appointment with Mr. Grierson on the

the murder?

It was the following morning.

I see.

And you also knew because Madge Elwood
had told you that Lamont had had a

struggle on the muddy ground just
outside his Malibu beach house and was

stranded inside the house because he had
no clean clothing to change to.

Yes.

Now, I ask you, Mr. Albert, whether or
not you decided to play the good

Samaritan by going to Lamont's apartment
and getting some clean clothing for him

and then by driving his sports car out
to the beach house for him.

No. You did not?

No. Did Madge Elwood?

No.

Well, I don't know.

How could I know?

How many times did Miss Elwood call you
that night?

Just that time.

Don't perjure yourself twice, Mr.
Albert.

Didn't she call you the second time to
tell you that she was driving Lamont's

car out to the beach house so he
wouldn't be stranded there?

All right, yes.

Now, after that call, what did you do,
Mr. Albert?

Did you also go to the beach house?

No. Why would I go to the beach house?

Because Madge was driving Lamont's car.

You were to follow.

Bring her home in your car.

Didn't you get there first, Mr. Albert?

No, I didn't. Having arrived there
first, didn't you then kill Mr. Lamont?

No. Did you arrive there after Miss
Elwood had killed Lamont?

I declined to answer.

You declined?

On what ground?

On the grounds that I cannot be
compelled to testify about my wife.

Your wife?

Madge Elwood and I were married in Las
Vegas last night.

Your Honor, it must be clearly apparent
that an attempt is being made here not

to fabricate, but to suppress evidence.

Miss Elwood, or rather Mrs. Albert,
unavailable, her husband refusing to

testify.

Under the circumstances, I would like to
recall one other witness.

Mr. Chamberlain?

I have no objection, Your Honor. The
state is most interested in these

developments. Very well, Mr. Mason.

I would like to recall Oolong Kim.

Oolong Kim to the stand, please.

Now, Mr. Kim, a telephone call was made
to the deceased at about half past or 20

minutes past eight on the night of his
murder.

Enough of the conversation was overheard
to indicate that the person who

telephoned made certain demands, and
that that person was called O .K.

Yes, sir.

Your name is Woollong Kim.

Your initials are O .K.

Now, I suggest, Mr. Kim, that despite
your wife's denials, you were that

Yes, sir, I was.

Mr. Lamont Jr.

was the only one that called me that.

What were you demanding of him?

Money. Loaned to him to pay his gambling
debts.

And which he owed my wife and me.

He refused?

Yes, sir.

He had promised him many times.

Then what did you do?

My wife and I talked.

The situation was acute.

But we did not act in haste.

It was much later when my wife and I
drove to the Lamont Beach House to make

another appeal.

How much later?

We reached there a little after half
past ten.

And you saw Lamont?

No, Mr. Mason.

We came up the back way. A car was
behind the house.

We drove away.

We thought then we would speak to him
when he didn't have company.

You recognize the car?

No. But I can recall it.

An inexpensive two -door sedan?

Why, no. It was a red convertible.

Red convertible?

Are you sure of that? Of course.

My wife saw it, too.

Thank you, Mr. Kim.

Your Honor, still present in the
courtroom is the officer who testified

having placed the first ticket on Loring
Lamont's car.

I would like to ask him one or two
questions.

Questions which may help bring this case
to a conclusion.

Very well. Call Officer Lyons to the
stand.

Officer Peter Lyons to the stand.

You may step down, Mr. Kim.

Now, Officer Lyons, you testified that
you tagged Loring Lamont's car on the

night of his murder.

Yes, for parking in front of a fireplug.
That was seven minutes after ten.

Now, isn't it true that in about ten
minutes you came back to see if his car

still parked in front of the fireplug?

Yes, and it still was.

You issued another ticket at that time?

Yes, but for another car that I found
double parked a few feet away.

Can you describe this other car that was
double parked?

A red convertible.

And the registered owner?

I don't remember the name. It's in the
record, though. I can get it for you. I

don't think that will be necessary,
thank you.

Don't leave, Miss Bristol.

It was my car.

I guess I knew it would all come out.

No matter how I tried to change the
evidence.

I left my car there while I got Loring's
clothes.

And then I took them out to the beach
house.

But after Loring changed, he told me
that he was taking my car to find Arling

Ferris.

He said I could hitchhike home.

For all he cared.

That he was through with me.

He was drunk.

And vicious.

He hit me.

And tried to choke me.

I managed to twist away from him.

And I picked up the stiletto and struck
out with it.

I was only trying to defend myself.

Gil?

Well, I found out why Lamont picked on
Edith to make that telephone call. It

his charming way of letting her know he
was through with her.

Seeing another woman? Uh -huh. Then
later, she called him again, wanting an

explanation. Of course, that was after
his adventure in the mud.

Well, even then, she took him to clean
clothes.

She must have been very much in love
with him, Paul.

Only there's one thing I don't
understand.

Madge's Las Vegas marriage. What was all
that?

Well, Madge was afraid that Albert might
have killed Lamont. Albert was afraid

that she might have. So we're just
trying to protect each other.

Comedy of errors.

Uh, just errors, Della. No comedy.

As Perry would say, murder is never
funny.

Okay, boss.

Okay.