All language subtitles for perry_mason_s06e27_potted_planter

Thank you.

Roy Mooney, I think you're positively
the most loathsome person I know.

Oh, hey, baby.

What are you doing out so late?

This is the last time you'll ever stand
me up.

Stand you up?

Oh, your school dance.

Oh, gee, kid, I'm sorry. I said I'd make
it if I could.

You promised.

And I told all the kids you were going
to be there.

And all evening they saw me dancing with
just boys.

It was humiliating.

Boss made me work.

You used that excuse for my birthday
party.

And what about last Saturday night?

No transportation.

I mean, how did you expect me to get to
town?

Walk? Yes.

Seven miles?

I've got better uses for my energy.

Melinda?

What's your hurry?

You just got here.

I said what I came to say.

That's not what you came for.

Oh, Roy.

If it weren't for you, I'd just die in
this awful cow town.

Why are you so mean to me?

I told you.

I've been, you know, busy.

I've got other things to do besides.

But, ma 'am... Sounds like Michael
Martin's truck.

Come on, if he finds you here, I'll tell
your old man.

But you've got lipstick.

It's a woman's hanky. What?

Oh, yeah, well, you gave me that the
last time we were.

That's not mine.

That's why you've been too busy to keep
dates with me.

Who is A?

Come on.

Roy?

Stay here.

I'll get rid of her.

Here, Uncle Martin.

You're supposed to be sorting bulbs.

All finished.

Oh, did you happen to see my wife drive
by? Is she back in town yet?

Haven't seen her since she left the
house.

What were you doing out there just now?

Chasing away some kids from town.
They're all gone now, Uncle Martin.

Are they?

Then whose is this?

And I hadn't noticed it.

I'll teach those delinquents a lesson.
All right, now look, Uncle Mark. Give me

a hand.

Maybe if they have to walk home once,
they'll stay out of it.

Get in.

You said you were finished with those
bulbs, didn't you?

Yeah.

Get in the truck. We'll drive you home.

Hello there.

Do girls still have to walk home these
days?

I'm not walking home.

Well, you live in town, don't you?

Climb in, sweetie.

Virtue needs more reward than it usually
gets.

Very nice of you.

Beat her.

Sub them in warm water and add some
salt.

Is that what you did?

On a few occasions.

And a very long time ago.

I'm Mrs. Martin Walden.

Oh.

Oh?

I just mean that my father knows your
husband. Station KRT concludes its

broadcasting for this day. That's him.
Nelson Carr.

Will return to the air at 6 a .m. My
husband sold him the radio station.

So you're Melinda Tarr.

Do you know my father?

Yes.

We've met.

Is there going to be trouble about your
being out so late?

Since my mother died, he's been awful
strict.

I just hope I get home first.

Well, fasten your safety belt.

If we don't make it in time, tell him
you went for a ride with Andy.

That's short for Andrea.

Oh, isn't it?

Hello?

Oh, hi, Mr. Tarr.

I didn't exactly take her to the dance.

We sort of met there.

Kind of informal, you know.

Apparently, you didn't bring her home
either.

What do you mean she took your scooter?

Well, I guess she just felt like a
little ride.

She's brought it lots of times, but she
knows I don't need it. I'll see that she

gets it back to you, Jimmy.

Good night.

The lights are on.

Your father must have run all the way
home from his radio station.

It's only a couple of blocks.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Walden.

Sweetie, don't get involved with the
wrong kind of boy.

Next time you might have to walk the
whole seven miles home.

Oh, I must have dropped my hanky.

No, it's mine.

Good night.

I was under the impression curfew was 11
o 'clock. I'm sorry.

Who brought you home?

Andrea Walden.

The both of you on a motor scooter?

Scooter?

Daddy, did you have to check up on me?

Linda, I did not check.

What about Jimmy's scooter? You know he
needs it for his deliveries.

I don't have it.

I mean, it broke down. That's why I had
to walk home.

I'll get it back tomorrow. Don't worry.

She says you used to call her Andy.

Oh, Melinda.

I... I wish you would stay away from
Mrs. Walden.

Why? Is something the matter with her?

Just because she used to be an actress?

No, of course not. It's just that
there's a peculiar situation there.

I mean, I might have some business
problems with her husband.

She's so beautiful.

I bet a lot of men are in love with her.

That's no way to talk about her,
Melinda.

She's a married woman.

Yes, I know.

How was the movie?

There were a couple of old friends in
the cast. That was fun.

Made you homesick, eh?

Not particularly.

They're still playing second leads. I
probably would be, too.

You see anybody you knew in town?

Just your sister.

Frances? She never goes to the movies.

I saw her in front of the hospital.

Oh, I did pick up a girl on the road.
She was walking home from a date.

I bet she was.

Maybe those kids will think twice about
trespassing after this.

What did you do to them?

I found the motor scooter down by the
greenhouse, so I locked it up.

You didn't.

Martin, you'll make a lot of friends
that way.

It's one thing I don't worry about. My
wife has all the friends.

And away we go.

Martin, can't you for once... Who was it
this time? Tell the truth now.

Well, don't you already know?

I'm surprised you didn't follow me.

By any chance, are you riding a motor
scooter these nights?

You're asking if it was me down by the
green.

Where Roy Mooney works.

Oh, that's very flattering.

Me in the hired hand.

And your own nephew at that.

I noticed you mending a shirt for him
the other day. And he is a man, isn't

Martin, I think you're sick.

I'm going to bed before I...

Mr. Pinner, Martin Walden.

I want you to come out here tomorrow.

I have a certain legal matter for you to
handle.

It isn't my scooter, Roy.

I've got to get it back.

I told you, Walden's got it locked up.

He says the owner can come and get it
any time.

But I can't go to him.

If he finds out it was me, he might tell
my father.

Doesn't your old man approve of me?

He doesn't even know about you.

I'm afraid he wouldn't if he did.

Please, Roy.

Mr. Walden's your uncle.

That doesn't mean a thing.

Then what about his wife?

What about her?

Well, maybe she could be persuaded to
help.

Why should she?

Maybe to make sure that nothing leaked
out about her and a certain gentleman.

Don't call me names.

And keep your voice down.

They're talking about that Mrs. Walden.
I wonder who she's playing around with

now.

Did you hear anything?

What? Who is it?

Tell me.

No. No, you just spread it all over
town.

I ought to slap your face.

Anyway, I already know who it is.

That Mr. Hearn at the bank.

Chris Hearn.

No, that's old stuff.

It's somebody else now.

You know, Aunt Frances, when those kids
get through shooting out their mouths,

Andrea isn't the only one who may have
to leave town.

Have you grown fond of living here?

It's the end of nowhere.

Listen, the sooner I leave Palmetto, the
better I'll like it. But I want to go

on one piece.

Nonsense, Roy. You're being well paid
for any risks you'd have to take.

Yeah.

But how much will you make out of it?

I'm not doing this for money. It's to
protect Martin.

Given enough time, that woman would ruin
him.

Ah, come off it. You're not paying me a
thousand dollars to frame her unless...

Don't you talk to me like that.

I'm only exposing Andrea for what she
really is.

A grasping, immoral woman.

She's just been too clever to get
caught.

But this time, I'm going to make sure
the whole town knows.

Then Martin will have to divorce her.

And then you'll move back out to the
farm, huh?

If my brother asks me to, yes.

He needs someone to take care of him.

Look, Mr. Hearn, I know the bank is
closed, but if I could just talk to you

about this.

I've just been reading your letter.

Well, sure.

Thank you, Mr. Hearn. I'll be over there
in five minutes. Thank you.

Oh, Harvey, will you watch the store?
I've got to go over to the bank.

May I come in?

Of course.

Andy, what's wrong with that crazy
husband of yours?

Do you know what he's done about my
station here?

He sold my note on it to the bank. Now
they're threatening to foreclose.

Unless I come up with the first three
months' payments, they'll take the

away from me and... And Nelson.

Andy.

What's the matter?

Well, I'm leaving, Martin.

You're what?

Well, I really don't have much choice.
You see, he almost threw me out of the

house just now.

Why? What possible reason could... I
told you, dear, to keep up with the

Everyone else knows what a wicked woman
I am.

Will you stop talking nonsense?

Well, he's become more and more
suspicious.

Today, he became almost completely
insane.

I guess he's heard some new silly
gossip.

He almost started hitting me.

And, uh, Nelson... Wendy,

can you stay here for a while?

I've got to go over to the bank, but
I'll be right back.

I'll help you with this.

Honest, I will.

Well, I'm surprised that Mr. Walden
didn't inform you himself.

The first I knew was when I got your
letter, Mr. Hearn.

It was the bank's business to see the
payments are made promptly, including

delinquent installments. I haven't paid
anything on the principal for three

months. That was part of my agreement
with Walden.

I was to pay the interest payments for
the first six months.

Oh, really? Well, I'll have to check
over those contracts again.

It was a verbal agreement.

Oh, I see.

Well, you certainly know that that isn't
binding.

Now, Mr. Tarr, we want you to make a go
of this venture.

How long do I have?

Well, uh... Let's say we could stretch
ourselves to...

The end of the month?

Or your foreclose. Well, let's not
consider that possibility yet.

Well, let's.

I want you to talk to somebody who
understands all the legal words.

May I?

Go right ahead.

Yes, I understand your bank's position,
Mr. Hearn. It was a sale with recourse.

As I think I have the general idea.

Would you put Nelson Tarr back on the
phone, please?

Nelson, I'd like to read that contract.

In fact, I wish I'd read it before you
signed it.

Well, just keep it simple, Perry.

I'm a radio announcer. I don't want to
get into a big legal hassle.

A sale with recourse means the bank can
come back on Walden for any payments you

fail to make.

If he doesn't pay, the bank can
foreclose.

And there goes my down payment?

That's right.

But that's $29 ,000. Every cent I can
scrape together.

It's still possible Walden might honor
that verbal agreement.

At least you'd have your six months.

Of course I'll give it a try.

All right, Nelson.

Goodbye.

Do you want me to cancel your
appointment?

Well, certainly Nelson Tarr can't afford
to lose $29 ,000.

Chris, Andrea Walden.

Well, hello, stranger.

How did you know I was working late?

Well, I just took a chance. I hope I'm
not interrupting.

Well, never.

Nelson Tarr?

No, he bolted out of here about an hour
ago.

I think he went out to do battle with
your husband.

Aren't you at home?

Well, no, I'm still in town waiting.

What I mean is, I called the house and
nobody answered. I guess they could be

down at the greenhouse.

Thanks, Chris.

Mr. Walton?

It's Melinda Tarr. I came out to get my
scooter.

Mr. Walden, are you in there?

Mr. Walden. Take it easy.

I'll get you out of here in a moment.

He's in the greenhouse.

I think he's dead.

What?

Here, I'll take care of him. I'm a
noose.

Oh, thank God you've come along.

I'm afraid she's badly hurt.

She's all right. Can you help me get her
to my car?

My name is Pinter.

I was on my way to see Martin Walden.

Maybe you know him. He's my brother.

Oh, I'm a lawyer. Here's my card.

We've got to get her to the hospital.

I'll follow you in a few minutes.

The girl mumbled something just before
passing out.

I think it should be looked into.

Calling Mr.

Nelson Tarr. Is he there, please?

Thank you.

David Pinter, attorney at law.

It's funny Mr. Walden would bring a
lawyer over from Vegas.

That's what the man told me, George, and
he gave me his card.

I don't know anything more than that.

Any lawyer who doesn't know the law is
covering motor vehicle accidents.

He said he'd follow me into town.

Well, if he doesn't show in a couple
more minutes... Honey, get me to the

station, will you?

Doctor?

A nice, solid concussion, but the x
-rays show no fracture.

Here you are, Chief Delahunty.
Apparently, the station's been trying to

Sergeant, there's a man named David
Pinter driving a blue... Where?

Pinter's over there now?

Oh.

Yeah, right away.

Tell him to wait for me.

Stick around a minute, will you, Doc?

Ma 'am, I'm afraid I have to tell you
your brother, Mr. Walden, is dead.

Probably smashed on the temple with that
pot.

And you think it was murder.

Well, there are handier ways to commit
suicide.

But the door was locked from the inside.

I had to break the glass there to get
in.

Spring lock.

All the killer would have had to do was
close the door behind him.

I wish I knew what that tar girl was
doing out here.

The kid on the scooter?

Oh, come on, Chief. She's only a child.

Sure, sure. And Mr. Walden was only the
richest man in town.

No brother is this one going to be
trouble.

Nelson?

Mr. Tree.

Perry.

Thank you for coming out.

But it's too late.

We heard your newscast about Mr. Walden
on the car radio.

I saved one item just for you.

I guess I'm the one who killed him.

You guess you're the one. We went out
there to discuss that verbal agreement,

but it didn't take too long to turn into
a verbal disagreement.

Walden got personal, and I belted him in
the mouth.

Sit down, then.

All right.

Then what happened?

He went down, and he cracked his head
against the table.

He said on the newscast he was struck
with a flowerpot.

There was a police theory until I told
him what had happened.

Walden must have knocked the flowerpot
off the table when he fell against it.

Why didn't the police hold you?

Bank manager, Mr. Hearn, put up the
bail.

Keeped the station operating.

So you're out on bail.

What was the charge?

Manslaughter. Nelson, what time did your
fight with Walden occur?

Oh... Just a little after 6 .30, I was
listening to the garden hour on my way

out to Walden's. How did it happen that
the police didn't get there until well

after 7 .30?

Because of Melinda's accident, I guess.
She was out there around 7, but she fell

off a scooter while going for help.

But she told this guy Pinter, a
stranger.

I guess he couldn't even find a
greenhouse for a while.

Excuse me. Just a moment, please.

Thank you.

Hello.

You're Perry Mason.

David Pinter. I practice in Las Vegas.

Oh, yes, Mr. Pinter.

Well, I see somebody didn't waste any
time getting a lawyer out from the city.

Well, maybe I shouldn't have said that.

Well, I didn't intend to publicize it
for a while.

Well, maybe I didn't recognize you then.

That help?

It would help more if you'd give me what
you know.

Mr. Walden had asked me to drive over to
discuss a legal problem.

Just as I turned off the highway...

The scooter was right there in my
headlights.

The girls are right this morning, isn't
she?

Ordering milkshakes already.

I can tell you that was a pretty shaky
moment last night.

The girl bleeding, dying for all I knew.

Mumbling something about Mr. Walden
being dead in the greenhouse.

Luckily, that nurse came by.

What nurse?

Mr. Walden's sister, Frances. She's very
efficient.

Where did she come from?

I don't know. There are a lot of roads
through there, I suppose.

I really don't know where she came from.

I had some business to discuss with my
brother.

I drove out to his place, but I walked
in on a domestic quarrel.

So I backed out again.

I went for a drive.

I thought that by suppertime, things
would have settled down a bit.

I was just on my way back when I saw the
accident.

Miss Walden, you don't have to answer
this next question.

I don't have to answer any of your
questions, do I?

Mr. Pinter, was Martin Walden's legal
problem a divorce action?

I don't think I ought to discuss that.

Most of your work is in divorce, isn't
it?

Yes. When did my brother decide on a
divorce?

He first considered it about two years
ago and then changed his mind.

Then he came to my office last week.
Last week?

You had no inkling of this, Miss Walden?

He did phone me from Las Vegas, but I
thought he was up there to... No, he

certainly didn't say anything about a
divorce.

But I imagine the grounds were
infidelity.

Does that answer your question?

Yes, thank you.

But it poses another one.

The name of the other man.

I couldn't tell you.

It may be common knowledge around town,
but I simply don't know.

Yes, I understand, Mr. Hilbert. Why does
the police need to come here again?

Oh, you mean to the house.

Well, I've certainly tried to answer
everything as best I know how.

Of course, Mr. Hilbert.

There's someone at the door and... All
right.

Yes, I'll be here.

Mrs. Walden, my name is Perry Mason.

Oh, yes, I heard you were in town.

May I come in?

What is it you want, Mr. Mason?

Well, I wanted to meet you. I've heard a
good deal about you.

I can imagine.

They say lovely things about me in
Palmetto.

That attitude may well change now.

Oh, do you really think my bereavement
will win that much sympathy?

I couldn't say.

But the richest woman in any town
usually commands respect.

Oh, look, I'm just all upset now.

The district attorney just phoned and...
Well, if you're here about Nelson Tarr,

I mean if you're his lawyer...

Now,

wait a minute. I've got a right to be
here. This is my uncle's house.

Hello, Andrea.

I just came over to see if there was
anything I could do.

Mr. Mason, Roy Mooney.

Roy Mooney?

Why, yes.

Melinda Tarr was telling my secretary...
Now, it's a lie.

Whatever Melinda says about Andrea and
me.

Why would she lie?

Because she's jealous.

For no good reason at all.

Just kid gossip, so don't go making
something out of my being here.

I just came over to pick up a jacket she
was mending for me. That's all.

I don't think you're helping the
situation any, Roy.

Now, look, there's nothing between Mrs.
Walden and me.

Nothing. Tell him, Andrea.

I doubt that Mr. Mason wants to be lied
to.

Mrs. Walden, my only concern is in
trying to help Nelson Tarr, so... So now

you've found out what you wanted to
find, isn't that right?

Goodbye, Mr. Mason.

No, listen to me. Wait.

I only came in here to get...

You let them think we were... Why didn't
you tell them the truth?

Isn't this what you've been wanting
people to believe?

No, now they've got to know the truth.

Frank, what are you trying to do?

The truth according to Aunt Frances.

I know what you've been doing, and I
know who put you up to it. Now you live

with your lying gossip.

Mr. Hale, my client has already admitted
punching Walden. I know, I know, and in

California. A killing with a pistol is
presumed to be a manslaughter, but here,

take a look at this.

Coroner's report?

Oh, the flowerpot.

Well, Walden knocked it off the table
when he fell. No, Mr. Mason, the pot

didn't fall.

It was swung with enormous and willful
force.

In other words, Martin Walden was
murdered.

Well, I suspected almost from the start
that someone had gone into the

greenhouse after Nelson left.

And since certain people would stand to
profit greatly from the death of such a

wealthy man... Chris?

Come in here, please.

This is Mr. Hearn.

He's manager of the bank. He handled all
of Walden's affairs.

And now, what are his local investments,
remember?

He had holdings elsewhere?

Well, so I was led to believe.

But for some time, he'd been selling off
his property in town to reinvest in Los

Angeles, so he said.

Now, the district attorney asked me to
investigate, and I found out there were

no such investments.

Apparently, Mr. Walden died almost
bankrupt.

Perhaps his wife was unaware of that
fact.

No, no.

I think Andrea had a pretty good idea of
this all the time.

Then a man with ambition who might have
been close to his wife... I see you've

already heard some of our gossip, Mr.
Mason.

Well, let's just say I think I know the
name of the man. His name is Mr. Tarr.

Isn't it true that you were Andrea
Walden's lover before and after she

Walden?

No, that is not true.

Well, I guess we'll just have to prove
that in court, won't we?

Mr. Mason, we're charging your client
with first -degree murder.

Then what happened, Melinda?

Well, I had to get back the scooter.

Jim needed it for his delivery.

So I phoned Mr. Walden and he said to
come out and get it. He'd leave it down

the greenhouse.

He agreed so easily?

Well, I did have to beg him a little.

In my office, didn't you tell me you had
to appeal to Mr. Walden on the basis of

a family friendship?

Well, my father did buy the radio
station from him.

And that's what persuaded him to release
the scooter?

Maybe not exactly, no.

Well, what else did you tell him?

Well, I mentioned that my father was
also a friend of Mrs. Walden.

But didn't Mr. Walden already know that?

Well, I thought he did, or I wouldn't
have said anything.

But I guess he didn't.

I didn't know it myself until... Oh,
Daddy, I'm sorry.

Mr. Walden came to my office in Las
Vegas about two years ago and consulted

about a divorce.

Apparently, there was a reconciliation
because he dropped the matter.

Did you have any further contact with
him after that?

Not professionally.

I frequently ran into him in the
casinos, however.

You mean he was gambling?

Well, uh, losing would be a more
accurate description.

I remember seeing him drop nearly $10
,000 on two different occasions.

A couple of weeks ago, the matter of the
divorce came up again.

And the night before the murder, he
called me and asked me to drive over

see him. For what purpose?

Well, he didn't specify on the
telephone.

However, he had on several occasions
mentioned that if the divorce were to

up again, he wanted me to represent him.

So I assumed that that was the legal
problem he referred to.

Did he ever indicate to you what would
be his grounds for divorce?

Not in so many words.

He did mention, however, that his wife
was having an affair with, as he put it,

one of her old Hollywood cronies.

Well, for the past two years, Mr. Walden
has disposed of holdings worth no less

than a quarter of a million dollars.

So that on the day of his death, how
much was left?

Well, practically nothing.

And as far as I've been able to find
out, everything is gone.

Mr. Hearn, besides yourself, was there
anyone else in Palmetto who might have

known the deceased was approaching
bankruptcy?

Well, as far as I know, just his wife.

Mr. Mason?

Mr. Hearn?

Was it through you that Mrs. Walden
learned of her husband's insolvency?

Well, I told her that Martin had lost a
great deal of money, and if he didn't

stop making bad investments, he'd go
broke.

Was concern for him your only motive,
Mr. Hearn?

It was a sufficient one.

Weren't you perhaps motivated by
friendship and concern for Mrs. Walden?

Well, yes, I consider Mrs. Walden a
friend, but that's all she's ever been,

regardless of any gossip you might have
picked up along the way.

If there was any truth in such gossip,
do you think for one minute Mr. Walden

would have continued to have done
business with me?

I'm sure I don't know, Mr. Hearn.

That's all.

The witness may step down.

I call Dr.

Holden to the stand.

The cause of death was a blow on the
temple by a heavy object. From the tiny

fragments embedded in the wound, I'm
satisfied that Martin Walden was struck

a flower pot.

Thank you, doctor. No more questions.

Your witness.

From previous testimony, doctor, the
time of death has been put forth as

approximately 6 .30 p .m.

Now, couldn't you be a little more
definite?

Fixing a time of death is always a bit
speculative.

And in this case, our most reliable
factor of measurement, body temperature,

been confused by the place where the
murder occurred.

The extreme temperature in the hothouse
probably inhibited the rate of cooling

of the body so that... What you're
saying is that in this case, the time of

death cannot be determined with any
accuracy whatsoever.

No, no, it really can't. And therefore,
the murder may have been committed an

hour later than 6 .30.

Well, uh, an hour later or even an hour
earlier.

Earlier, Doctor?

Well, there's really, uh, there's really
no way of pinpointing it.

Thank you very much.

Is that me?

Maybe somebody finished Walden off after
I left the room. Oh, Andrea Walden. Or

before.

You mean he was already dead when I got
there?

Don't you know?

Look, I told you I had a quarrel with
him, and I hit him.

You think I'd lie about a thing like
that?

You might, if you're protecting someone.

Be seated. How are you?

Yes, I knew Nelson Taro when we both
worked together in radio years ago.

Mrs. Walden, some years ago, was an
operation performed on you in a Los

hospital? Yes, for appendicitis.

I hold here in my hand a statement from
that hospital showing the bill was paid

in full.

By the defendant.

That was a loan. I repaid it as soon as
I got back to work.

Is that the only way you repaid him?

I'm referring, Mrs. Walden, to the
purchase by the defendant of your

radio station.

I told him it was for sale.

Was your husband aware of what you did?

No. But Martin was anxious to dispose of
the property, and I knew Nelson Tarr

had always wanted to own a small radio
station.

Did the defendant tell you this before
moving to Palmetto?

It was in a letter.

Oh, then you'd been corresponding with
him. Just Christmas cards, nothing more,

with occasionally a note enclosed.

What were your relations with the
defendant after he came to Palmetto? We

friends, though we seldom saw each
other.

Mrs. Walden, in a statement given by you
in my office, did you not admit to

several recent clandestine meetings with
the defendant at out -of -the -way

roadhouses?

Well, I, um... I met Nelson a few times.

But it was only because I was so upset
about Martin, you see. And weren't you

concerned about my discovering this, you
tried to lead people to believe it was

Roy Mooney you were involved with?

No, I mean, I didn't want people finding
out. And on the day of the murder,

wasn't Nelson Tarr the man whom your
husband accused you of having an affair

with? But that wasn't true. Thank you,
Mrs. Walden. I believe that's all.

Mr. Mason, Mrs. Walden, how did you meet
your husband?

Well, he wanted to publicize his
nursery.

in the garden supplement of the Sunday
papers.

The advertising agency wanted a layout
with a girl in it. I got the job and

up here with a photographer.

Naturally, I met Mr. Walden, and after
that, he came to Hollywood several times

to see me. After you were married, did
he become jealous, possessive?

Yes. And did he ever accuse you of being
involved with other men?

Yes. Nelson Tarr, for one?

It didn't matter. It was any man. He
pulled names out of the air.

Now, following the quarrel on the day of
the murder, what did you do?

Well, I left the house.

And? And I took my troubles to Nelson
Tarr. According to previous testimony,

defendant left the radio station to go
to the bank and later to the greenhouse.

Now, how long did you stay in his
office?

Until Mr. Tarr returned.

You were alone all that time?

Except for the other announcer.

But the other announcer was occupied in
the studio, wasn't he, Mrs. Walden?

Yes. Then, actually, there is no one who
can verify your claim that you remained

in his office, isn't that so?

I suppose so.

Mr. Mooney, you didn't appear until long
after the body had been discovered and

taken away.

But since you admit you were in a nearby
field...

Can you explain how it was that you
didn't see or hear all that activity?

Sure.

I wasn't working in that field. It was
dark already and I had turned on my

portable radio. I was listening to the
fights.

I suppose someone can verify that.

I was alone.

Tell me, were you on friendly terms with
Mrs. Walden?

I never had anything to do with her.

And anyone who says I did is a liar.

But didn't you have a handkerchief in
your possession the night before?

A woman's handkerchief with a
monogrammed A in the corner? How did it

your possession? Did you borrow it? Did
you steal it?

If so, why?

Why, Mr. Mooney?

Oh, I don't know. I don't have... Very
simple question.

Now, why did you flaunt Mrs. Walden's
handkerchief in front of Melinda Tarr?

Objection, Your Honor.

Counsel is badgering the witness.

He has asked four questions without
allowing the witness to complete any one

his answers.

I think you might slow down a little,
Mr. Mason.

Very well, Your Honor.

Mr. Mooney, would you please tell this
court how you acquired a handkerchief

belonging to Mrs. Walden?

It was given to me.

By Mrs. Walden?

No.

My Aunt Frances.

I don't know why I didn't realize it,
but that's exactly what Roy was doing.

Losing me to start a rumor about Andrea.

Seems to have worked.

But I didn't tell anybody.

Well, it's obvious it was Francis who
was trying to break up the marriage.

But apparently the whole stunt was
unnecessary.

Why?

Because Mr. Walden was already secretly
intending to divorce Andrea.

Go on, Della. I'm interested.

Well, isn't that the irony of the whole
thing?

The fact that both of them were plotting
independently of each other for the

same result? It's for you, Mr. Mason.
Las Vegas calling.

Hello.

Oh, yes, Paul. What have you got?

Well, not too much so far, Perry. I did
find out that Walden's a bad loser. He

cries to the bartenders a lot. But none
of them ever remember seeing him with a

woman.

Wait a minute.

Okay, now I can hear you.

You may be looking for the wrong type,
Paul.

I'm sending you pictures of Frances
Walden.

His sister?

She told me he phoned her from there
once. I want to know if he called her

times.

What was the name?

Well, you'd better check that out at the
same time.

But hurry, Paul.

I watched my brother become nervous,
dispirited on the verge of a breakdown.

The cause of it all was his wife.

That's why he gambled his money away.
That little... Well, anyway, I just knew

that the marriage had to end one way or
another.

But why was it necessary to fabricate an
incident if, as you testified, there

were actual grounds already existing?

Somehow she was able to convince Martin
that it was all completely innocent.

But by that time, it appears your plan
was no longer needed, because Martin

Walden had decided to go on with the
divorce for other reasons.

Late that afternoon, I overheard Martin
accuse Andrea of having carried on an

affair with the defendant over a period
of years.

He said that she had arranged for him to
buy the station so he could be near

her, and that not only was he finished
with her, but that he would break her

lover financially.

Thank you, Miss Walden.

Your witness, Counselor.

Counselor?

Shortly after the murder was committed,
Miss Walden, did you not categorically

deny knowing with whom Mrs. Walden was
accused of consorting?

I told you I didn't know.

And yet, directly thereafter, scandal or
not, you went to the district attorney

and named Nelson Tarr.

By that time, I began to suspect that my
brother's death was not manslaughter,

but deliberate murder.

Who planted that suspicion?

Well, when I heard from Mr. Pinter that
Martin was going to get a divorce, I

knew that Andrea could be of no
financial help to Nelson Tarr unless

would die before the divorce went
through.

Then you knew that your brother had sold
Nelson's note on the radio station to

the bank.

Certainly. He told me that.

Did you also know that he was gambling
regularly?

No. No, I didn't. You never accompanied
him on any of those trips to Las Vegas?

As far as I know, those trips were to
the high Sierras, fishing trips.

Just a moment, Miss Walden.

When I talked to you on the day after
the murder, you mentioned that your

brother had phoned you from Las Vegas.

Yes, Mr. Mason, you're quite right.

I did not think it significant at the
time that he called from Las Vegas.

There's bass fishing there, I believe.

Miss Walden, how many times did you
phone your brother in Las Vegas?

Never.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

That one time he called me, I was on
duty at the hospital.

He left a number and I called back.

If that's what you want to think of as
my calling.

One moment, please.

Miss Walden, who is Edward Montrose?

I haven't the slightest idea.

You didn't know that your brother was
registered under that name at the ranch

where he was staying in Las Vegas?

Certainly not.

I called the number and Martin answered.
I can think of no reason why he should

want to use a different name.

Then let me suggest one.

Two years ago, your brother considered
divorcing his wife for an alleged

indiscretion. He didn't proceed because
he had no proof of the affair, probably

because it never happened.

In any case, he realized a divorce would
mean paying alimony.

And very likely a large alimony, since
his wife had given up a career of her

to marry him.

Your Honor, I find all this theorizing
extremely irrelevant.

I'm not so certain it is, Mr. Hale.

Proceed, Mr. Mason.

To escape paying alimony, I submit
Martin Walden conceived a plan of

his holdings into cash and then putting
that money out of his wife's reach.

Your Honor, this is sheer speculation.

May it please the court, I am prepared
to introduce evidence proving that the

telephone number this woman called was
the room occupied by a man who

as Edward Montrose, but who was
identified from photographs as her

brother. All right, Your Honor.
Furthermore, I can show that recent cash

purchases of securities have been made
in several different cities by a man who

called himself Edward Montrose.

Go ahead, Mr. Mason.

Now, Miss Walden, I submit that this
whole plan was no secret to you. And

when you went to the greenhouse and saw
your brother lying there, apparently

dead, you decided that all that money
he'd hidden under another identity could

be yours.

No. Realizing then that your brother was
still alive, didn't you take that

flower pot and... No, that's a lie.

I didn't know what he did with the money
until... Until what, Miss Walden?

Until after he was dead. I mean... Until
someone told you about the money. Isn't

that what you were going to say?

No. Because, of course, someone else
must have known about your brother's

identity. Someone must have helped
Edward Montrose with his new

I don't know who it was.

Oh, yes, you do, Miss Walden.

You're only keeping quiet because you
still hope to get some of that money.

Isn't that right?

Well, she shouldn't get it. She
shouldn't get it.

I doubt if anyone could have counted on
getting that money after your brother's

death without Edward Montrose's power of
attorney.

Miss Walden, I'm sure the court will
explain that you can only make yourself

accomplice by remaining silent, or a
perjurer by continuing to lie.

It was Mr. Pinter.

Mr. Pinter told Martin how to do that,
how to hide his money in new

investments. He handled all that.

I knew that Martin was too stingy to
ever lose money gambling.

When I guessed what Mr. Pinder had done,
I accused him of it.

Until then, I... I had no idea that he
was the one who killed Martin.

Oh, Daddy!

It's all right, baby.

It's all right now.

Don't cry.

Melinda, you go with Dylan.

I'll even buy you a malt.

Your father and I will join you in a few
minutes.

Daddy, should I invite Andrea?

Later, maybe.

This one's just for you and me.