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Drama is reaching its climax, ladies and
gentlemen.

It's the championship playoff round, and
only one stroke separates these two

fine pros, Chick Farley and Jimmy
Harrell.

But there's more to the drama than that.

It's the classic situation, youth versus
age, teacher versus pupil.

For with that 20 -foot birdie putt,
young Jimmy Harrell comes to the 17th

holding a one -stroke margin over his
boss, Chick Farley.

Chick's drives have been off all day.

That kid beats him up.

Alma, if that kid beats your husband,
well, as club manager, I'm impartial.

Can you imagine the pressure on young
Jimmy Harrell as he tees up his ball?

Only two holes away from the triumph of
his life over his boss, Chick Farley,

one of the great names in golf.

I don't know why we couldn't be out
there with the gallery.

You just hate to walk, Irwin.

And you ought to walk. You're putting on
weight again.

Is anybody who is anybody out there? Uh
-uh. Just to follow Chick Folley the pro

around an employee.

How would that look?

It's a beauty.

Young Harrell hits it right down the
middle.

260 yards.

Oh, Chick.

The greenskeeper says one of his men
accidentally dumped a load of fill dirt

over on the left in the draw.

Official. Might we have a ruling on
that, please?

Giving advice, as I remembered, is a
violation of Rule 9 -1.

Carries a two -stroke penalty.

Yes, but I was only... I'm sorry, Mr.
Harrell. He's right.

You're penalized two strokes.

Well, thanks to the official ruling,
after being one down and practically

out, Chick Farley has reversed the
situation.

What a lousy trick to Paul. You're
right, Irwin.

Chicks a lot of things, but a gentleman
is not.

Chick Farley's no good for this club.

And if you're elected president of Pine
Hills, you'll do something about it.

There went what would probably be young
Jimmy Harrell's last chance to win her

tie. That disastrous two -stroke penalty
was too much to overcome.

He thinks this one, your husband's a big
man again.

Yeah, but not in the rule book or the
record book.

You can say that up to now, my greatest
thrill was winning the Women's Open when

I was 17.

But today, my husband's victory takes
precedence.

Mind stepping aside, ma 'am? I'd like to
get a picture of Chick alone.

One more Chick, please.

Congratulations, Chick. Thank you very
much.

All right, fellas.

See you in the bar, and it's on me.

The accountant at Hedrick Construction
said he gave you some papers for me.

Where are they? I'll need them to make
my report to the board next week.

We better have a little talk, Pat.

Then we'll decide who makes what report
to the board.

See, I need 3 ,000 bucks soon.

Maybe you could find it for me.

And I could find your papers.

Are you threatening blackmail?

Pat, that's your word, not mine.

Good evening, Alma. The chick asked me
to stop by. Some things to talk over.

Come on in.

He's... Well, he's not here.

He must have gotten held up. I haven't
seen him since this afternoon.

Well, I can talk to him tomorrow.
There's no... I don't want to interfere

your evening. Oh, no, he ought to be
here any minute.

Come on in.

I've just been looking over some old
scrapbooks.

You'd get a kick out of them.

Why was I a gawky kid?

No, you weren't.

You were a beautiful girl.

You think so?

You know, Pat, I think I'll start
practicing again every day.

Then try out some small tournaments and
get back in shape.

Alma, Chick has some papers for me.

They're accounting of the work being
done on the new clubhouse wing.

Yellow pages in a manila folder,
probably.

Maybe they're in his desk?

I don't know.

Your key.

Oh, I might find one.

He sometimes leaves keys in the pockets
of his jacket.

Why don't you rest a while until Chick
gets home?

He'll be here any minute.

One thing about Chick, he loves to go
out with me.

Good night. Thanks again.

Night.

This is the telegram I received from the
Tourney Association concerning Mr.

Farley, the Pine Hills golf pro.

This is legal binding.

I know the association's counsel, Mr.
Patterson.

And I can assure you we'll have a formal
letter of confirmation within the next

day or two.

Thank you for keeping this confidential.

Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you
wouldn't discuss it with anyone, at

after the tournament banquet tonight.

I'd like to keep it a secret, okay?

Of course.

And I appreciate your efforts, sir, if
you'll just bill the club for your fee.

Well, thanks again.

Mr. Mason, there's a friend of mine.

Well, this friend is being... There's no
basis for it, but he's being

threatened with blackmail, in a sense.

Someone is holding some papers that...

Well, they're not in any sense
incriminating, but they could prove

Mr. Patterson, I'd advise your friend to
go directly to the police.

Well, it's not like that exactly.
It's... Well, thanks again.

Mr. Patterson, I hope your friend solves
his problem.

Well, that's better, Mr. Brandt, but
don't move your head and keep all the

action in your wrists.

I've made up my mind. I'm gonna break a
hundred.

Ah, my back's killing me. I've had
enough.

But, Jimmy, have you seen Chick around?

No, he didn't come in this morning.

Didn't get home last night, either.

Will you get a hold of Denny Bright?

Maybe Denny can round him up and dry him
out. Sure, Mr. Patterson.

Same time tomorrow, Mr. Brandt? Yeah.

You heard anything from the Tony
Association?

Yes, and it's affirmative.

I hope our champ shows up for his party
tonight. I wouldn't miss it.

Then he'll find him.

Chick Farley's in for the surprise of
his life.

Hello, Hamilton.

I want to talk to you, Chick. Not now,
kid.

I want you upstairs enjoying yourself
with the rest of the hoi polloi.

Hey, this is your night, too, you know.

Second place is still in the money.

You're a marvel, Chick.

Doesn't make the slightest difference to
you how you won.

Why should it?

Big -time golf is a dog -eat -dog
business.

Come on, Chick, you better get dressed.
You're late already.

Oh, be a good kid and get my things
together, will you? I'll be with you in

minute.

Jimmy, I'm going to give you some free
advice.

You want to play this game?

You've got to be hard.

You've got to know every trick.

And you've got to outthink the other
guy.

You win with your rule book.

I'll keep playing golf.

You keep on coming in second.

I had you beat on the 17th tee.

Only on the scorecard, kid.

But not up here.

If it hadn't been rule 9 -1, you'd have
lost yourself up some other way.

But this time you've lost things up.

Now, you better look at this and decide
how you're going to take care of it.

My pro shop inventory.

There's a $3 ,000 shortage.

Somebody has been selling golf clubs and
pocketing the money.

Well, now, this report is two weeks old.

How come you didn't report the shortage
when you found it? I'll tell you why.

Because of the tournament.

It was you I wanted to beat. And I knew
if I turned you in, they'd never let you

play.

Now, you'll have to make it up.

Uh -uh.

Because, my friend, you've got your neck
stuck out so far you can't pull it

back. I'm not the one who had his hand
in the till. Aren't you?

You knew about the shortage two weeks
ago and you didn't report it. Now whose

story are they going to believe?

Now, just a minute, Chick.

No. Don't do it, Jimmy.

Come on.

That's better.

Denny?

You think you're ready to take over
Jimmy Harrell's job?

Well, Chick, if I learned half of what
you taught me, I'd... Twice as much as

you do.

How did you find me, Den? I called
around.

And I happen to remember that bash at
Rosalie's place.

Ah, well, you can forget about that.

You know me, boss. I never heard of
Rosalie.

Well, the conquering hero returns.

Oh, come on. Lay off, will you, Alma?

I looked in. I'll see you later.

Thanks.

I said, where were you? Come off it,
will you, Alma?

I was having a couple of belts with some
of the visiting pros.

The boys were living it up.

The boys?

You were with her.

You know, Alma, if you'd lay off the
booze, you wouldn't get hallucinations.

I know. I found one of her letters in
your pocket.

Stinking of her perfume.

Chick, you devil.

You forget awfully quickly, don't you?

I was the one who got you this job when
the association disqualified you.

It was my money you used, my name you
traded on.

Alma, I've had just about enough of you.
Well, why don't you leave me then?

Why don't you get out?

Because you have no place to go. You
wouldn't hold down this job ten minutes

without me and you'll know it. Well,
don't do me any favors because I don't

you. I'm going to start practicing
again.

Bear me that baloney.

You know, Elmer, you're no chicken.

You can't even walk 18 holes, much less
play a tournament.

I'll show you.

I'll show you.

Ladies and gentlemen, now that our
honored guest has arrived, I can explain

presence here at the front table.

Explain mine while you're at it.

Someone decided that the presentation of
this trophy to the man who is

undoubtedly our club's best golfer...

It should be made by the man who is
undoubtedly our club's worst golfer.

was really something, wasn't it?

An all -Pine Hills playoff.

Our two pros coming in ahead of all the
golf professionals in the whole area. It

is my great pleasure to present this
trophy, emblematic of the championship

the annual Pine Hills Invitational Golf
Tournament to our own Chick Farley.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I can't tell you what a thrill it is,
except... But, Mr.

District Attorney, haven't you forgotten
something?

Oh, yes, Mr. Farley, so I have.

The prize money.

Here you are, sir.

$2 ,000 in cash. Would you care to count
it?

Oh.

No, Mr. Burger.

I think I can trust you.

Now, I have an announcement to make.

It seems that our happiest moments must
always have a touch of sadness.

Just when we begin to appreciate a good
friend, he leaves us. He goes on to

bigger and better things.

Now, this telegram came this afternoon
from the Attorney Association to be read

to Chick Farley tonight.

Congratulations on your big win. Happy
to welcome you back to the Pro Money

Tour. Know that you will win your share.

That's signed by the National Chairman.

Dick, we hate to lose you here at Pine
Hills.

Good luck on the tour from all the
members of the club.

Dick, you're hurting me.

You get in your car and you go home.

It'll look funny.

You're worried about how it'll look.

You weren't worried when you were
mouthing off making me look like an

Jack, I'm sorry.

Oh, you're sorry.

You're a sorry lush.

I'm sick of your whimperings and your
posturings and your stupid trophies and

scrapbooks and blue ribbons. I'm up to
here with you. Get out of my sight.

didn't you, Pat?

No, just a surprise for you, Chief.

Well, I got a surprise for you.

We're going to have a talk.

Fine with me. My office.

Okay.

Fifteen minutes.

Align, Mr. Brandt.

Set.

Congratulations, Chief.

You've been wanting to kiss Pine Hills
goodbye. Now you can.

Dina, I got something to tell you.

Go ahead.

Here.

In the light with plenty of company.

Alone.

Irwin's watching.

Irwin.

I know what you have in mind, Chick, and
the answer is no.

I made the mistake of meeting you once.

Not again.

Yeah, but I'm leaving here.

I'm going on tour.

And, Dina, I want to take you with me.
Leave my husband?

Leave everything to run like a campfire
from one golf course to another?

For what?

You haven't got ten cents.

But all I need is a stake. I've got my
prize money, and I've got a way tonight

to get more.

And then all I need is one big win, and
I've got it made.

Dina.

I want you with me.

You boob.

You 14 -carat boob.

I let you kiss me a few times. That was
for my ego.

I wrote you a couple notes. That was for
the sheer danger of it.

But I wouldn't go with you if you owned
Fort Knox and looked like Cary Grant.

You were just using me for a little
harmless fun.

Behind the back of that little runt you
married.

Your course.

And you're boring me.

All right.

Suppose I have a little talk with that
husband of yours.

Suppose I tell him that you lied to him
more than once.

Suppose I tell him where you were one
day last week.

Don't even threaten to do that, Chick.

You big slob. Forcing yourself on a
woman. Hit a woman. But run from a man.

You're a man.

You better not raise your voice, sir,
when someone might hear.

And then they won't make you club
president.

Now, there's no use getting hot about
it, Pat.

You went to a lot of trouble to get rid
of me.

Get my suspension lifted.

Get me back in the big money.

And you didn't do all that just because
you liked me.

Ah, you, uh, you're mighty anxious to
get me out of here. The only reason

here in the first place is because of
Alma.

Alma's name, Alma's friends, Alma's
money.

And that's the only reason you stayed
here.

Well, Erwin Brandt and I finally found a
way to save her face. So take it and

get out.

And if I don't?

I'll ask the board of directors to fire
you. For the same reasons you were

suspended from tourney play. On the
grounds that you're a foreflusher, a

chaser, a cheat, and a disgrace to the
game.

Okay.

You probably rehearsed that speech a
dozen times before you got the guts to

it. Had it all figured out, didn't you?
You and your buddy Brant. With one

exception.

Those interesting transactions between
you and Hedra Construction over the Club

Edition. Now, wait a minute. And those
deposits in your personal account for...

What were those amounts now?

$40 ,000 and $33 ,000, right? I can
explain those, but I won't to you.

How low can you stoop?

Just as low as I have to in order to
win, Pat.

That's the name of the game.

Now, don't give me any ultimatums.

I'll make my own plans without any help
from you.

I'll decide if I stay or if I go.

Now, you want me out of here?

Pay me off.

I need a stake, money to get started, $5
,000.

When I get it, I'll leave.

Gladly. Not until.

You know I'm for you all the way, right?
I mean, you ask me anything, anything

at all, but... Well, you got something
on your mind, go ahead, say it.

I'd like to know where I stand, Chick.

I mean, if you go on that tour, where
does that leave me?

Well, now, where do you think it leaves
you?

Nowhere.

That's why I was figuring if you do go,
Jimmy Harrell will probably get you a

job.

So? So I was wondering about the 10 % of
the prize.

That's the usual cut for the caddy, and
it'd be enough to get me away, pay for a

start somewhere else.

Yes, well, that's true in the usual
case, Denny.

But ours isn't quite the usual case, is
it?

Why not?

Well, now we both know why not.

Chick, I know a few things, too. You
know, the money you dropped, the pro

shortage. And you know just where you'd
be if I opened my mouth.

Chick, that's not fair. Fair?

What's fair?

I think I've done pretty well by you.

So, uh, let's just keep it like that,
shall we?

Denny Bright, telephone.

Denny Bright, telephone, please.

Did you say something?

No.

Nothing.

Have you seen my husband?

No, Mrs. Brandt, not since I helped him
get dried off by an hour ago.

I was afraid he'd come down to...

Denny, is Mr. Farley alone?

Uh -huh. Help me find my husband.

Look through the office wing for him,
please.

Sure, Mrs. Brandt.

Hello?

This is Mr.

Berger.

Who?

Check. Yeah, I'm in the pro shop.

Well, I'm sorry about calling you so
late, but... You see, I got a case for

You see, threats have been made against
me. Never mind about the time.

I run a big and a very busy office.

But if you've had threats against your
life, then... The correct procedure is

come into the office and file a
complaint.

But I gotta tell you tonight.

You see, because I just found out
that...

What's going on there?

Is something wrong?

Check.

This is the district attorney.

Put me through to police radio.

Denny Bright, telephone.

Gina!

Erwin, I was very sick about you.

I even sent Denny to look for you. Where
were you? Where were you?

Was that... I told you there wasn't
anything.

Erwin, what's wrong?

Nothing. I looked all over for you.
Couldn't find you. I ran down... Oh,

mind. Let's get out of here. Let's go
home.

Look what just came in the mail.

$2 ,500.

Contributed to Jimmy Harrell's defense
by his friends among the Pine Hills

members.

Female members did the contributing
according to the handwriting in the

stationery. You aren't going to defend
this Harrell just because some

strangers... I don't even know whether
he's been charged with the murder.

The paper only says he's being held.

Then how did his friends know?

I don't know, Della.

But it might be interesting to find out.

Do you have any idea which members of
Pine Hills might be putting up money for

his defense?

No, I don't.

And that's rather surprising.

You know how fast word gets around.

If someone makes up a purse or takes up
a collection, everyone knows about it.

But Harrell is well -liked.

That's what makes this case so tough for
me, Perry.

Jimmy's been like part of the Pine Hills
family.

He was an orphan boy, started with us as
a caddy, worked his way up to caddy

master.

Now he's assistant pro.

And everybody likes him.

Well, Perry, I guess I'll be seeing you
around.

Are you going to defend Harrell, Perry?

Steve, I haven't talked to him yet.

Well, if you do, don't underestimate the
DA. As much as he likes and admires

that boy, as soon as he gets him in
front of the bar, he'll be a total

Are you convinced Jimmy Harrell is
guilty?

Well, let me put it this way.

When I see an animal that barks, chews
bones, scratches fleas, and wags its

tail, I come to the conclusion that he's
a dog.

So? So.

When a man with a strong motive is
caught leaving the murder room with a

weapon, what conclusion would you draw?

Yes, it was my club.

But I didn't use it to kill Chick.

I've been going over the police report.

You couldn't have done a much better job
of building a case against yourself if

you'd wanted them to arrest you. Over
and above the friction resulting from

tournament, there was a fight in a pro
shop with two witnesses.

And the shortage in the inventory, the
police know about that.

They think Farley had discovered it and
was calling the district attorney to

report it. Jimmy, those things are all
circumstantial and might be explained

away, but one thing can't be.

You were caught leaving the scene.

Now, why were you there?

To knuckle under.

Farley was responsible for that
shortage.

But I'd have had a heck of a time
proving it.

So I went down to tell Chick I'd use my
second prize money to make up the

shortage myself.

And he refused?

I never got a chance to tell him he was
already dead.

And I recognized my wedge.

I picked it up.

And there were the... I'm afraid I can't
afford you.

You can afford me.

Why, it's her writing.

The same one I wrote me before.

Signed herself Rosalind.

What was the occasion before?

When the tournament was announced.

She sent me the 150 bucks for the entry
fee.

Now, weren't you curious? Didn't you try
to find out who she was?

Well, you bet I was curious, but try to
find out.

In a club job like mine, with all those
kooky dames around, you learn to be so

careful.

Mr. Mason, to tell you the truth, even
though Chick and me had an argument the

other night, I gave him my word.

I wouldn't say where he was the day he
didn't show up for work.

Denny, Chick Farley doesn't need
protection now.

But Jimmy Harrell needs whatever help he
can get.

Now, you found your boss and brought him
back here for the banquet.

Where was he?

There's no use making Mrs. Farley feel
worried.

I mean... I know what you mean.

You have my promise, and I won't tell
her anything about it.

Here's that rose lace. It's a place on
Hampton Court off the Strip. You know,

parties, booze, girls.

Mr. Perry Mason wants in switchboard
office. Mr. Perry Mason, please.

Thanks, Denny.

This is the entire membership?

Yes, sir, past and present.

One moment, please.

My name is Mason. Oh, yes, sir. This
gentleman wanted you.

What do you have, Paul?

Absolutely nothing.

No Rosalind, no Rosemary, no Rose or
Rosie. Not on the club roster. And no

handwriting to match your note. Another
thing.

If you can find any Pine Hills members
who were approached to contribute to the

Harrell Defense Fund, I'll turn in my
license.

And apparently one member put up the
legal fees by herself.

Or himself. And maybe he or she isn't a
member, just a friend of Jimmy's.

I know where you can find a friend of
Chick Farley's.

And her name's Rosalie.

You're the first detective ever visited
here who wasn't in a hurry.

Well, haste makes waste.

Rosalie, I can truthfully say that
rarely has my work ever been so

You know, sometimes the way you talk
maybe you

remind me of Chick.

I take it that's a compliment.

He was a devil.

He could charm the paper right off the
wall.

You know, we don't have any credit cards
around here, but Chick was on the tab

for nearly $3 ,000, and don't ask me why
I let him get away with it.

I guess now you have to write it off.

Oh, no. He paid it, finally.

A couple of weeks before he got himself
killed.

He walked in one night, counted it out
in cash.

Then he hid it all around this room.

Made us hunt for it.

Like a game.

Oh, he was a bird.

It's a shame that he couldn't stay that
last night he was here.

He only had made it to that banquet.

How'd you get him out?

That kid Denny came for him. Anyone come
here with Chick in the past?

Not usually. Just Denny a couple of
times for dinner.

Couple of drinks, card game.

But I cut that out.

Why?

Because I don't like having kids like
Denny around.

There's not a soul that works for me
who's got a record.

I ran a straight place.

Hey, let me freshen that drink.

Well, like I say, it was a little tough
getting Rosalie to talk.

I'll bet it was.

From the whiff I got when you walked in,
it must have been tough just to stay in

that room with all that perfume.

Oh, it's all in the day's work.

Oh, here's something else for you to
whiff at.

Letter I picked up in Jimmy Harrell's
apartment, since you're the perfume

expert.

That's it.

Same perfume.

From Rosalind.

We still have the same problem.

Who is she?

Could she be one of the girls in
Farley's life?

This letter and the package from
Rosalind both have a local postmark.

Paul, it's up to you.

The best and possibly the only way to
help Jim Harrell is to find Rosalind.

And the cause of death, Lieutenant Drum?

According to the medical examiner's
report, a depressed skull fracture and

massive subdural hematoma caused by a
powerful blow to the head from behind.

And delivered by this golf club, a sand
iron or sand wedge

identified as belonging to the
defendant. Is that correct?

The lab report makes positive
identification, Mr. Berger. I quote, the

fits exactly in the wound in the skull.

Hair, blood smears all match up.

Now, Lieutenant, you use the term a
powerful blow.

Wouldn't that indicate strong wrists
like those, for example, of a

golfer? Objection, Your Honor.

Whatever strengths or weaknesses may be
involved here have nothing whatever to

do with a professional golfer's ability.

It requires a high degree of skill to...

hit a golf ball properly.

But any layman can use a club to hit
someone over the head very effectively.

Objection sustained.

The clerk will strike the district
attorney's last remarks.

For purposes of this hearing, Your
Honor, I have no more questions of this

witness. Mr. Mason, no questions.

Of your own knowledge, and on the basis
of your own observation, can you testify

that the relationship between the
defendant and the decedent was strained?

Yes, sir. You seem pretty sure about
that, Mr. Bright. Why?

Well, because of the rumble they got
into earlier that night when Mr. Farley

slugged him.

Harrell grabbed a golf club and would
have gone after Farley right then,

Objection.

Sustained. What happened, Mr. Bright,
after the defendant picked up the golf

club? Well, I stayed out of it. I was in
the office and I watched through the

door, but Mr.

Brandt came in and Mr. Brandt stopped
him before he could... Objection.

Sustained.

Your Honor, at this time, with the
court's permission, I should like to

over the conduct of this case to my able
assistant, Mr. Bill Vincent.

Your Honor, the state calls Mr.

Hamilton Berger.

Mr. Berger, would you please tell the
court about the phone call you received

the night of the murder?

I was in bed asleep when the phone rang.

I switched on my light, answered the
phone, and I noted by my bedside clock

the time was exactly 1227.

And the phone call was from? The phone
call was from Mr. Chick Farley, the

decedent. He said that he had a case for
my office.

What sort of case, Mr. Berger?

Apparently someone had threatened his
life, Your Honor.

He was about to explain when suddenly I
heard a blow struck.

Then the phone went dead.

And then I heard a click as someone,
most undoubtedly the murderer, hung it

And then what did you do?

Well, first I called the police. Then I
jotted down the exact time of the phone

call. and the substance of our
conversation.

Mr. Mason?

As I understand it, Mr. Berger, the
decedent was never able to explain what

meant by a case for you. On the
contrary, Mr. Mason, he said he'd been

threatened. I don't understand, Mr.
Berger.

Did he or did he not say his life had
been threatened?

Well, maybe he didn't say that, not in
so many words.

You testify the decedent was about to
explain.

Mr. Mason, we mustn't consider that
phone call to me as an isolated fact. We

must consider it in relation to the
testimony we just heard about the

that night between the defendant and
Chick Farley. We must put two and two

together. Let's not put two and two
together, Mr. Berger. Let's stick to the

facts. And the facts are that the
decedent made no direct reference or

to the defendant.

Yes, I suppose that's true. But I still
believe it's perfectly clear that when

he said he had a case for my office and
then said he'd been threatened... But

the threat could have come from almost
anyone, isn't that correct? A man or a

woman? Anyone who had a motive? I
suppose that's right. Mr. Mason, you

asking me questions and I'm not giving
you a chance to answer them. So your

relevant testimony is that concerning
the exact time of the murder and what

Farley actually said. The rest is
inconsequential and immaterial.

Not at all, sir. I still believe there's
a clear relationship between what was

said to me that night on the phone and
the defendant's previous behavior.

That's all I have, Your Honor.

Yes, sir. There was a considerable
shortage in the stockroom of the pro

It was Harrell's, the defendant's, job
to take inventory the middle of the

month.

He hadn't reported the shortage and
naturally Farley concluded that Jimmy

responsible.

That's all I have, Mr. Patterson.

Take the witness, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Patterson, it has been established
that earlier that evening, Mr. Farley

carrying $2 ,000 in cash, the prize for
winning the tournament.

Yes, sir.

It wasn't found on his body or in the
pro shop.

I wonder if by any chance he might have
given it to you for safekeeping.

No, sir, he didn't.

That's all I have for the moment.

You may stand down, Mr. Patterson.

But you remain subject to recall.

Court will recess until 2 o 'clock this
afternoon.

One moment, Mr. Patterson.

I didn't broach one subject because it
involved an attorney -client

relationship. The blackmail matter we
discussed in relation to your friend.

Oh, that?

Well, that didn't amount to anything.

That was a confidential, personal
matter.

There's no bearing on this case, Mr.
Mason.

You have the answers already, Paul?

Not to the questions in your note. My
office is working on those now.

But he does have one answer. I found
Rosalind.

How did you manage that?

The postmarks on the letter and package
were both from the same substation. So I

took a list of the members of Pine Hills
who live in that area and eliminated

them one by one.

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

Come in, folks.

And don't mind Arnold. He's playing
butler today.

This is Hedrick. This is Della Street.
This is Perry Mason.

Della, Perry, this is Roslyn. Come in,
all of you.

Come in.

Have a seat, Della. Thank you. Fellas.
Thank you.

Well, well.

Oh, that.

I haven't been able to play since my
accident.

I broke my hip a year ago.

The doc says it won't be long now, so
I'm sharpening up my punting stroke.

Then I assume you're interested in golf.

Charter members of Pine Hills, JB and
me.

Paul, you're not keeping your eye on the
ball.

I'd like to learn how to play golf.

It must be wonderful exercise.

Never mind playing golf.

A girl like you ought to be out hunting
for a bachelor.

Speaking of bachelors, Mrs. Hedrick, did
you pay Jimmy Harrell's entry fee and

send me the money for his defense?

Guilty. You signed them, Rosalind. Why?

I didn't want Jimmy to know where the
money came from.

I make a practice of anonymity. But why
did you do it?

Why not, Perry?

I've known the boy a long time.

He's honest, works hard, behaves
himself, and has the time to treat an

as if she's still alive.

Besides, I never could stand Chick
Farley.

I wanted him beaten.

Mrs. Hedrick, Farley was killed after
midnight.

Yet your letter was in my office the
next morning in the first mail.

Now, do you keep that kind of money in
the house?

Sure do.

J .B. didn't trust Banks ever since the
big depression of 33.

I feel the same way. But immobilized as
you are, how could you have known so

quickly about the murder?

When I called the club, they told me.
Who told you?

Denny Bright.

Do you remember the time, Mrs. Hedrick?

Oh, between midnight and one, I think.

Arnold had the day off.

Denny had promised to drive a house
guest of mine to the airport.

When he didn't come, I had them page him
at the club.

Denny told me about the murder.

Then I understood why he couldn't leave.

How did you find out Jimmy Harrell was
in trouble?

I called the club back and asked for
him.

Instead, they put a policeman on the
line, and he told me that Jimmy was

arrest. Then you wrote the note and sent
me the money.

Had my friend post it on our way to the
airport in a taxi.

Mrs. Hedrick, I have some questions
about Mr.

Patterson, your connection with the
club, and Mr. Brandt. Would you be

to give us a deposition?

If it'll help Jimmy, I'd even stop lying
about my golf score.

Paul, when you're back in court, I'd
like you to go out to Pine Hills to the

practice room.

Take a look at Rosalind's golf bag. And
while you're there, see if you can get a

copy of the telephone switchboard log.

Don't you think the old girl's telling
the truth?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

But I am curious about her calling the
club the night of the murder.

If she called.

Now, Mr. Bright, perhaps you can clear
up what appears to be a slight

discrepancy in your story. According to
Mr. Berger's testimony...

He received the call from Mr. Farley at
exactly 12 .27. And after Mr. Berger's

call, the police department radio
dispatched a prowl car.

The officers discovered the body at 12
.41.

Now, did you hear Mrs. Hedrick's
deposition read into the record?

Yes, sir. She claims to have spoken to
you by telephone on the night in

question.

She said you told her that Farley had
been murdered.

That's right. I was supposed to do an
errand for her, but... How did you know?

Know what?

According to this copy of the Pine Hills
telephone log, you were paged and

answered the phone at 12 .37.

So, I repeat, Mr. Bright, how could you
tell Mrs. Hedrick that Farley had been

murdered four minutes before the police
discovered the body?

I called back later.

No, you didn't, Mr. Bright. If
necessary, I can have Mrs. Hedrick

she spoke to you only once.

There's only one circumstance in which
you could have given Mrs. Hedrick that

information, isn't there?

You had to know that Farley was dead
before the police did. Now, isn't that

How did you know?

Well, I suppose I should have mentioned
this earlier, but... You see, I got a

juvenile record, and somebody paid me to
keep quiet.

Who paid you?

She did.

I caught her in the room. She gave me $1
,000.

Mrs. Irwin Brand.

Chick had threatened to tell lies about
me.

Because I wouldn't go away with him.

Because I laughed at him.

There was never anything between Chick
Farley and me.

But he was going to tell my husband
otherwise, and I... I went down there to

talk with him.

Mr. Bright has testified that he caught
you coming out of the practice room.

Would you tell the court what you were
doing there?

Why were you in that room?

Because I killed him.

If you committed the murder, you should
be able to tell us where you hid the

money.

Money? The money you took from Farley.

He was carrying the prize money.

But it wasn't on his person when the
police found him.

So if you killed him, you took it. Where
is it now?

I don't know.

You must tell the truth, Mrs. Brand.

And isn't the truth that you did not
kill Chick Farley, but that you came in,

found him dead, and thought someone else
had killed him?

Thought your husband, Irwin Brandt, had
killed him?

Why did you go to that room to see Chick
Farley, Mr. Brandt?

Well, he had told Pat Patterson that
he'd leave for $5 ,000.

So I came to tell him that I'd give him
a check the next morning if he'd resign.

Why were you willing to pay $5 ,000 to
get rid of him? Because he was a

disgrace.

To the club and to the game.

And... He had embarrassed my wife.

Did Farley accept your proposition?

His wife came in.

She was crying and he told me he'd think
over my offer and call me the next

morning. Then you left?

I left him with his wife.

Mrs. Farley, will you tell the court
what happened between you and your

when Mr. Irwin Brandt left you alone?

I begged.

That's all, Mr. Mason.

I begged him not to leave me.

After all that's been said about him
here, I suppose you can't believe that.

But I did.

You know what he said?

He called me a lush.

That's the last thing he ever said to
me.

Then I ran away.

He was alive when you left.

Yes.

No further questions at this time.

Mr. Berger?

You were right, Perry. It was in
Rosalind's golf bag.

Mr. Berger, do you intend to question
the witness?

No, Your Honor, not at this time.

Your Honor, there is only one witness
who can testify as to which of the three

Dina Brandt, Irwin Brandt, or Alma
Farley have told the truth.

I'd like to recall Mr. Denny Bright.

Witness may stand down.

Mr. Bryant, you're still under oath.

We have several people who had the
opportunity to kill Farley besides the

defendant.

But none of them can account
satisfactorily for the money Farley was

Can you help us?

How? Well, suppose you were in that
position.

Where would you hide it?

Possibly in the golf bag of a member who
never played golf?

Like Mrs. Hedrick with her broken hip?

Yeah.

Who really was the assistant pro? You
know which bag?

But so would you, wouldn't you?

Yet if it were Jimmy Harrell, how could
he get out of the room without being

discovered by Dina Brandt and then get
back in in order to be caught by the

police? Look, I told you my story. But
you did not tell us about your violating

parole in Massachusetts.

Could that be what Farley was trying to
tell the district attorney?

No. No, you're wrong. It's the only
reasonable explanation you had to murder

Farley and then hide the money in Mrs.
Hedrick's golf bag?

Knowing Mr. Berger would call the
police, you didn't want to be caught

money on you.

I caught her like I told you. After you
ducked out of the practice room, hid in

the pro shop while Mrs. Brandt went in
and found the body.

Then you pretended to catch her coming
out, giving you an almost perfect alibi.

Don't you see, Denny?

It had to be you.

Paul, you're doing it all wrong.

Harry, what did I tell you about
putting?

Hold your head perfectly still.

And keep your eye on the ball.

Right. No, you made it rather difficult
on Pat Patterson.

Donating that addition to the club and
making him swear to keep it secret.

I know. It was just an old woman's whim.

I told him how sorry I was for making
him look so bad in court.

When I get through giving you lessons,
Della, you'll be able to spot both these

fellas ten strokes.

Now, just a minute. Who's the pro of
this club, anyway?

You are.

But I was playing golf when you were
still playing kick the can.

Okay. But you leave the teaching to me
or I'll sue.

I happen to know a pretty good lawyer.