All language subtitles for Perry Mason s06e25 Greek Goddess.eng

[theme]

[Woman on PA system]
Your attention, please.

Now arriving, Flight Number 13 from Athens,
Rome, Paris, London and New York.

Passengers will debark in about five minutes
at Satellite Number 2.

That's quite a piece
I sent in from Athens.

Eh.

You get a couple of good shots
to go along with my follow-up story,

we'll be a team, okay?

Got quite a face, hasn't he?

Wait'll you see the rest of him.

Half genius, half goat.

"Hats are for horses," he says.

"Soap is for dishes."
And the clothes?

The clothes look like he's worn his
in a sleeping bag for five nights.

O'Malley, you old horse thief.

John. Where you goin',
to a costume party?

Come off it, man.
You're through Customs now.

- Welcome home.
- Danny, there are people around here.

- Oh...
- What are you doing?

Shush!

Oh. Danny this is Theba Grammas.

Theba, my dear,
I really shouldn't do this to you,

but meet Daniel Patrick O'Malley--

whiskey-sponge, card-shark,

and one of our more prominent
literary failures.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

And this is Cleo, Theba's mother.

You must remember her.
From Athens, Danny.

When Mr. O'Malley was writing
the story about you in Greece--

Oh, the housekeeper in that house.

Yannis. Look. Is you on the cover.

Yes.

They're with you?
They come with you?

I brought 'em, you lunk-head.

- Theba's going to be my model.
- A woman?

What's so strange about that?
I've used 'em before.

Once.

A peasant woman with muscles,
pushing a plow.

But this kid--

Danny, I'm gonna do her life-size,
full figure.

Just the girl standing there,
simplicity itself--

pristine.

This is your angle for me

doing a follow-up story
of the great John Kenyon at work?

Danny, just wait. You'll see.

All right, ladies,
let's go get our luggage now.

Right over here.

What a beautiful girl.

As the sun sinks slowly in the west,

we bid a sad farewell
to the great John Kenyon

and say hello to Melvin Milksop,

dabbler in dainty doodads
and sugar and spice

and everything he's got no business
to dabble with.

There.

If this is where the famous American
sculptor lives, he should be the horse.

It looks like the barn.

Shh. Please.

Ladies, I want you to meet
my pal George Spangler.

Pal, handyman, barber--
ask, ye shall be served.

Is nice to meet you.

Now, while you two ladies freshen up,
as they say in the movies,

I'll fix us a couple of snorts
so we can have a toast--

happy times for you
and a new career for me.

How long are they staying, boss?

Why, forever, of course.

Ah, now, Ken, look, I told you no pictures.

No magazine's printing anything
except the finished product on this,

and Dan O'Malley better
get that through his thick head.

It's not for O'Malley.

The magazine turned him down
on that follow-up piece.

Turned him down?

They did a follow-up piece
on that what's-his-name,

that nut, that far-out painter.

You see these I took the other day?

Copies I made up for you.

Oh? Thanks.

Yeah, now where is she anyway?

Oh, I'll never get my work done.

Theba!

Yes.

[both laughing]

My dear, would it be asking too much
for you to step up there and p--

You changed.

Do you like?

Yeah, It's great.

Oh, Kenny, I love this man.

For this and all the other beautiful things
he buy for me.

Okay. Now back into your costume.

Oh. Yannis, Mama want me
to do shopping for her.

Is all right if I go?

Yeah. Sure. It's okay.

Kenny will take me.

I hope you don't mind, Mr. Kenyon.

Mind? Why should I mind?

I mean, I'd feel like I'm holding up
your work, dragging her away.

Oh, go on.

It's good she's got somebody
to show her around. New country.

Can't keep a girl cooped up
in a studio like this.

Besides, I haven't got the time to take her.

- Swell. So long.
- Bye.

And don't be all day now.

She say when she'd be back?

Got some shopping to do.

I suppose they'll stop for lunch.
I'd say around 2:30.

You want to bet?

Oh, boy. If there's a seamy side to anything,
that's where you look, right?

Ken Judson's only a boy.

Well, the other ones aren't.

What other ones?

It seems to me the old lady sends her
on those errands with all sorts of people.

What are you talking about?

Nothing, boss, nothing.

But there's words for women
like that old lady,

and they ain't just "mother."

[car approaches]

Oh. Hello, there.

Yannis, look. You like?

Is pleasing to you, my new hat?

Go in the house, Theba.

Now look here, we were only--

Get out of here. Do you hear me?

Now get out of here. Get out!

Yannis, is something I do not understand?

The hat. Where did you get it?

Mr. Correll buy it for me.

You left here with the kid, what's-his-name.

2:30 at the latest I expected you back.

Oh, that I explain.

After the lunch,
he have telephone from the office--

to do something, I not know what.

He give me money to take the taxicab,
but I see Mama.

What did she want?

Oh.

She have very nice friend
she want to meet with me.

Mr. Correll-- this man
you were not very nice to.

When we see hat in window
of shop, he say, "you like?"

I say "Yes, I like."

Yannis, I do something bad?

Theba, girls do not accept presents
from men, don't you know that?

But you give me lots of presents.

That is different, Theba.
Don't you understand the difference?

But, Yannis, I ask Mama first.
She say is all right.

It's not Theba's fault, Perry.

She's a sweet kid. She's warm,
she's kind, she's loyal, honest.

And I want her to stay that way--

at least until I--

Well, I mean--

Have you told her you love her yet?

Huh?

That is what you're upset about, isn't it?

Well, look here.

Theba's from the old country.

She grew up practically barefooted,

and, well, you don't rush a girl like this
off her feet

- until she's had a chance--
- Never mind. We get the picture.

Oh, no, you don't, see?

Now, in the meantime, her mother tells her
what to do, and she does it,

like, uh, like getting her dates--

guys that Mama thinks
are better men than I am.

She doesn't come right out and say so,

but she thinks that I'm too old for Theba.

If Theba really loves you--

If I asked her to marry me right now,

what kind of a thing can you figure out
with that genius legal mind of yours

so that I could just ship Mama
right back to Athens on the next jet?

Well, she's not in the country fraudulently.

She hasn't committed any crime.

I'm afraid Mama is entitled to stay
until her passport expires, but--

That's two more months, almost.

You didn't let me finish, John.

I was about to tell you
the only legal solution I know of.

It's not one of those complicated
all-around-the-barn things

where I get charged a heavy fee?

No fee.

Just marry the girl,
and then put a lock on the door.

You see, Della? You consult
the smartest attorney in town.

Now, you expect him to expound on the law

from Blackstone's Commentaries
to the Corpus Juris,

and he wraps up the whole thing
with "Put a lock on the door."

Why didn't I think of that?

You're not the smartest attorney in town.

Only remember,
the girl has to say yes to all this.

Oh, don't worry, Perry. Don't worry.

I may have been slow up till now,
but you watch me from now on.

Oh. You'll come to the wedding
next week, right?

So long. [laughing]

I wonder.

["Nutcracker Suite"]

There is something special tonight, Yannis?

Theba.

There's something special?
You bet your sweet life.

I have something to tell you.

Something wonderful. Come here.

You make lots money
to sell of me the statue.

The statue?

Oh, no, no. I'll never sell that one.

Uh, no, look.

I-- Well, Theba, my idea is--

Well, I mean, I thought--

There are only two for the table.

Yes, we'll be alone.

Except George will serve, of course.

- What about Mama?
- And say.

uh, maybe we'd better have
that champagne right now, don't you think?

Oh, champagne. I have never had.

Well, I think we both should relax a little.

Uh, George! Soup is on! Bring it in.

Oh, if it tickles at first,
don't worry about it.

George, where are you?

Bring in the ice bucket, George,
will you? Come on, you slow, blasted--

What's the matter?

Did you expect I would be out
chasing the wild goose?

Well, George said--

Your stupid George has left.

Quit the job.

It's very, very unfortunate, I know,
but, he just did not like me, that's all.

Well, the way you've been making life
miserable for him around here.

Yannis, please. Mama, do not fight.

No more, please.

Come on, Theba, we'll go someplace else

Theba must stay here.

You are through giving orders
around here.

Theba.

Mr. Correll is coming.

You know that.

Correll?

You dressed up for that guy, not for me?

Yannis, she not tell truth.

Is for you, I swear.

Theba, I'm asking you to marry me.

We'll drive to Las Vegas right now.

Well, how about it?

You're not saying anything.

Theba, darling--

She needs time to think.

Tomorrow she will tell you.

Well, she doesn't need you to think for her.

And tomorrow,
first thing tomorrow morning,

you are getting out of this house forever!

Now let's go.

Yannis, I cannot go with you.

Is-- Is not just because of somebody else.

It-- Yannis, you do not understand.

I just cannot-- I just cannot!

Somebody else.

I told you all along,
she's no good for you, John.

All you've done for her...

ready to make a famous lady of her--

Mrs. John Kenyon-- Think of that.

And what does she do?

Always going out with somebody else.

I say let her take her old lady
and go home.

That's my advice to you, friend.

Her and her old lady both--

back to Greece.

I don't know, O'Malley.

Maybe I was clumsy.

Uh...

Maybe when Theba
thinks it over some more--

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

At least I could have told her
I loved her first.

Maybe it was the shock.

I mean, you know, a young girl like that,
the first time that a man says--

First time? Hah!

Now, you see,
you don't understand Theba.

I know that down underneath,

she loves me as much as--

Now we're fresh out of man's best friend.

See if there's 10 bucks on the bureau.
Send for a refill.

Well, you know,
some girls just love everybody.

I tell you what we'll do--

talk about bull-fighting or the--

How about the South Seas?

What's the matter?

This is Theba's.

I bought it for her in Athens,
before we left.

Uh, let me have it.

Theba was here?

I found it on the floor
after she left one night.

Well, I tried to tell you
in a nice way, John.

[ring]

Hello. Officer Korchek speaking.

Give that to me again, sir, will you?

And then I saw a man dragging
something out of the house,

over to the cliff by the ocean.

It was a woman.

I know it was a woman. A girl.

Unconscious or maybe dead, even,
and then he threw her over the cliff.

Do you hear me?

He threw her over the cliff!

I have a bulletin out for John Kenyon,
but nothing yet.

Oh, if you see him, I'd appreciate a ring.

A bulletin for what, Tragg?

Questioning.

That phone call we had last night.

Pretty wild story, wasn't it?

Yes. But the fellow who phoned
looks like a solid citizen.

The man's name is Welsh.
Charles L. Welsh.

In business in L.A.

All right, Tragg.
I'll call you if I see Kenyon.

Anything else, Paul?

Got a lead from a neighbor.

Description of a man seen driving
in and out of here quite a bit lately--

make of car, license number.

Let's go.

The license number checks.

Registered owner,
Kenneth L. Judson, Junior.

Ken Judson. He and that girl Theba
have been seeing a lot of each other.

[knocking]

What'll we say about Theba, Perry?

Well, on the strength of just hearsay,

I'm not going to tell anyone
she was thrown over a cliff into--

Yes? Something you want?

You're Theba, aren't you?

I'm very glad to see you.

Why?

What is it you--

My name is Mason. Perry Mason.
I'm John Kenyon's attorney.

This is Mr. Paul Drake.

Oh, Mr. Mason. Of course.

Yannis say your name many times.

Come in.

[Ken]
Theba?

What's going on?

Is Mr. Judson.
Mr. Mason and Mr. Drake.

- Hello.
- I think he sends you, no?

Yannis, to bring me back to the house?

No, as a matter of fact,
I haven't seen John for a couple of days.

I not see him, not since last night.

Uh, where last night? When?

The house. I leave the house, that is all.

There is trouble in the house.

Trouble with whom, Theba?

Yannis and Cleo.

Cleo?

Her mother, from the old country.

Do you know what happened to Cleo?

Theba hasn't seen anybody.

Look, they fought all the time,
so she ran away from there.

She phoned me last night, all upset,

so I came out and found her
a place to stay for the night.

When I came back this morning, she--

No, Ken, please wait.

Mr. Mason, is more worse trouble?

I'm not quite sure what happened yet,
but until we locate John and your mother--

But she hasn't seen them,
don't you understand?

She hasn't seen her mother.

Stop that word.

Mr. Mason,
I am such a very bad, bad girl.

Theba, you don't have to tell them anything.

But I must tell everyone...

like I not tell to Yannis.

Mr. Mason, that woman Cleo--

she is not my mother.

Then who is she, Theba?
Who are you?

I am bad.

That's who I am.

All my life I think of America.

No one here understand.

I work on farm.

I never have dress from store to wear.

I never--

Then Cleo come.

She just a woman from the village,
that is all.

But she says there is man
who must look at me.

I afraid, but man is Yannis.

He only looking for model for statue.

Big, wonderful Yannis.

He say I am beautiful

and we go to America, maybe.

I-- I very excited,

and-- and then Cleo,
she says she is my mother

and she must come, too.

And I must never tell Yannis the truth
or she stop everything

and throw me back in the wheat field.

She's the one who's bad.
I've been trying to tell Theba that.

No, is I.

Last night Yannis,
he ask me to be his wife.

I not know.

Big, happy bear of a father.

I not know he was--

I understand, Theba.

But first there's something
I want to know about Greece.

Now, how on earth did this Cleo woman
happen to know

a famous person like John Kenyon?

Oh, that's simple, Mr. Mason.

For years, Cleo was housekeeper for a guy
Kenyon used to visit over there--

a big millionaire wool man
named Stamatis.

Uh, he died of a stroke.

I see. But now, Theba,

these other men you've been seeing
since you've been here--

Oh.

Mr. Correll, you mean.

Roger Correll.

But Yannis not understand.

He Cleo friend.

With her I only see him
sometimes when shopping, that is all.

Once I foolish over hat.

Oh, poor Yannis.

Say, he's in the wool business, too,
if that means anything.

I got a little jealous myself once
and dug that much up.

Wool business, eh?

Mr. Roger Correll.

I don't mind giving you my time,
Mr. Mason.

I've always respected you as an attorney.

In fact, I'm flattered by your visit.

But why come to me?

I don't know where your client is,

and I don't know anything
about his problems.

But you've been trying to date his model,
a girl by the name of Theba.

What's wrong with that?

Or is it Cleo Grammas you're interested in?

Scarcely.

No, Cleo's just a woman
I met in Athens once.

Home of a man
I did business with for my firm.

She was housekeeper, nurse,
factotum around the place.

Interesting that Cleo met you
and John Kenyon

in Europe at the same time,
about the same place,

and now the three of you
are tied together back here.

We're not tied together.

And back in Athens, I certainly didn't
have time to plan any reunions.

When you work for a heckler
like Welsh, it's--

Well, never mind.

It was just a coincidence,
bumping into Cleo, that's all.

And now, if you'll excuse me,
I am rather jammed up today--

Wait a minute.
You work for someone named Welsh?

I'm just the manager here.
He's the president.

Charles L. Welsh.

Why, you know him?

Yes, I think I've heard his name mentioned.

Just today.

Yes, yes, of course I was the one
who made that phone call to the police.

But I already told them everything I know,

so I just don't have time to answer
all your questions, too, Mr. Mason.

Frankly, I have got quite enough problems
of my own to attend to.

You do?

I was under the impression that you had
quite a successful company going here.

Well, I was referring
to something that was personal.

And if you don't mind--

Mr. Correll's business trip to Athens
was quite successful, then?

I only ask because my broker was touting
your woolen mills stock just the other day.

It so happens that Mr. Correll's trip
was highly successful.

He brought us a contract
giving us exclusive rights

to a new Greek patented process
for carding wool--

faster, cheaper, better.

A man by the name of Stamatis
figure in that deal somehow?

He signed the contract with Correll.

It was Stamatis' patent.

Now, isn't that being nosy enough,
Mr. Mason?

I find it very often pays off.

Mr. Mason, you didn't come here

to ask the only eyewitness to a crime
your client may have committed

how he happened to obtain the patent
rights for a wool-carding process.

No.

No, I'd just like you to tell me

what you were doing in front
of John Kenyon's house that night.

Well, I just happened to be there.

I often take drives along the ocean
after a hard day's work.

It... relaxes me.

[ring]

Yes.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Yes.

Oh, yes, Paul.

You found--

Yes, of course.

I'll be right there.

Found what? Found whom?

Good day, Mr. Welsh.

Ha ha ha ha!

Hey! It's nothing but a statue.

What do you mean, nothing but a statue?

How do you like the gall of this flatfoot?

That piece of work is so good,

if the book says five years
for throwing statues,

I ought to get life for throwing that one.

[Tragg]
You might get the gas chamber.

How do you do, Mr. Kenyon?

I'm Lieutenant Tragg.

Ah, a man of taste and discrimination
at last.

You just as proud of the other job you did?

What other job was that?

The one you did on Cleo Grammas.

What are you talking about, Tragg?

We found her body under
the wooden platform in his studio,

stabbed to death.

Oh, when I got back from O'Malley's,
Theba was gone.

But Cleo was there, and that witch
started screaming at me.

She picked up one of my trowels.

They're sharp,
so I grabbed it away from her,

and it accidentally
slashed her hand pretty bad.

Then I turned to toss the trowel aside

when she slammed me on the head
with one of my mallets.

I was out cold I don't know how long.

And when you came to?

There I was all alone, looking at Theba--

or the statue I'd made of her--

Aw, well, Perry, you know all the rest.

I tossed the statue off the cliff
and went to the nearest bar, and that's all.

John, I have Paul Drake checking
every possible lead, here and in Greece.

We'll do all we can.

But it doesn't look good, hmm?

That isn't what I was going to say.

I have a duty to explain something to you.

Now, the district attorney will try to prove

that Cleo's death was homicide
with malice aforethought.

You trying to tell me that I can beat
out of the murder rap, maybe,

if I plead guilty to manslaughter?

Voluntary manslaughter-- willful homicide
without justification or excuse

but under circumstances
of recognized provocation.

Oh, come off it, Perry.

I didn't kill that dame.

All right.

But unless we can learn more
about Cleo and more about Theba--

Look, leave Theba out of this, can't you?

No, I can't.

Somehow Theba was being used by--

All right, just don't talk to me
about her anymore.

Okay?

You see, Mr. Correll is engaged to marry
my wife's cousin, Dorothy Rivers.

Well, Dorothy had heard
that Roger-- Mr. Correll--

had been seeing this young model
from Greece a good deal,

and she was upset, naturally.

The night of the murder,
I happened to be out that way.

So I drove by there,
out of curiosity, that's all.

Mr. Welsh, you heard
the young woman from Greece testify

that she left the defendant's house

while the defendant and the woman
soon to be slain

were engaged in a violent quarrel.

You heard Mr. O'Malley testify

that the defendant,
just before the time of the murder,

left his apartment
making threatening remarks.

I gather that you arrived at the house
just after the defendant returned.

Yes, I guess I must have.

Would you tell the court, please,
what you saw there?

I saw Roger's car pulling up,

so I stayed and watched.

Roger walked up to the front door.

but there was something going on inside.

I began to hear it myself--

a man and a woman
screaming at each other.

Roger hesitated, looked in,

and finally went back to his car
and drove off.

Did you see anything else after that,
Mr. Welsh?

I saw a man dragging a woman's body
out of the house

and throwing it over the cliff--

what I thought was a woman's body
at the time.

Who was that man, Mr. Welsh?

I didn't know who he was at the time,

but I recognize him now as Mr. Kenyon.

Now one other question.

During all that time, did you see
anyone else enter that house.

or anyone else leave the house
other than the accused?

No one. Only the accused.

Yes, I got out of my car
and went up to the front door.

I heard loud voices coming
from inside, an argument.

So I looked in a window, and there I saw
Mr. Kenyon in a fight with Mrs. Grammas.

They were struggling over something,
something sharp-- a knife, maybe.

Anyway, there was blood,
and she screamed, so--

Did you see anyone else in the house
besides the defendant and the deceased?

The defendant and the deceased.
No one else.

Thank you, sir. Cross-examine.

Mr. Correll, I understand
you phoned Mrs. Grammas,

not Theba, for this date.

Would you explain
why you called the deceased?

I called the girl's mother--
at least I thought she was her mother--

because they're old-world people.

It's customary to ask the parent's consent.

A considerate, courteous gentleman.

I try.

But when you saw a man struggling
with a woman, you didn't try to stop him.

I said I was a gentleman,
Mr. Mason, not a fool.

Why didn't you call the police, then?

I didn't want it known that I was there.

- Why not?
- You heard Mr. Welsh.

I'm engaged to marry Dorothy,
his wife's cousin.

How long have you been
engaged to Dorothy Rivers?

Since shortly after my return
from Europe the last time.

Your return from Greece, you mean?

After you visited a Mr. Stamatis there

and obtained a rather important
wool contract from him?

Yes, that's right.

Wasn't it also shortly after
that same trip to Greece

that Mr. Welsh promoted you from salesman
to general manager of his entire business?

There's nothing unusual in any of this.

But mightn't there have been something
unusual about the Stamatis contract itself?

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

I think you do.

I've had that contract
and the circumstances surrounding it

rather thoroughly investigated.
I find, for instance,

that at least one other firm claimed
they were promised that contract

on the same day Stamatis
signed it over to your company.

Look here, Mr. Mason, in business--

And, of course, that was the same day
Mr. Stamatis had a stroke, wasn't it?

A stroke from which he died
only a few days later.

Yes, but--

Your Honor,
I scarcely see the relevancy of--

Just a moment, Mr. Burger.

I'm rather interested in this.

Mr. Correll,

did Stamatis sign that contract
before his stroke or after it?

Or did you perhaps
sign his name in some way?

You can't say a thing like that.
Stamatis is dead.

No one could possibly substantiate
a slanderous--

I know, I know.

In the wool business,
it's just been nasty gossip, hasn't it?

But, Mr. Correll, wasn't there someone

who could have known the truth
about how you got that contract?

A devoted housekeeper, perhaps?

A woman who had been Stamatis' nurse
until the time of his death?

A woman named Cleo Grammas?

Yes, she-- she was there.

Well, I testified that's where I met Cleo--

But didn't she know enough
of what you did there

to find her way to this country
and then blackmail you, Mr. Correll?

I won't answer that.

The court should know
that the Athens police

and certain other wool companies

have been investigating this matter
for some time, Your Honor.

The possibility of forgery on that contract.

I think you'd better answer
the question, Mr. Correll.

Well, I-- I did pay Cleo some money--
yes, I'll admit that much.

And now you claim you phoned a woman
who had extorted money from you

to ask permission to take out her daughter?

Well, I used the girl as a cover-up

for my dealing with Mrs. Grammas,
that's all.

But what dealing was the girl supposed
to cover up the night of the murder?

You'd already made
the blackmail payment.

Cleo wanted more--

$5,000 more than we'd agreed on.

So you made the date with Theba,
using her as a cover-up,

but intending to go out
and kill Mrs. Grammas?

No.

I went out there because I'd gotten
the letter demanding the extra money.

I wanted to take that letter and--

But I didn't go in.

I didn't kill her. I didn't. I didn't!

After I checked Theba into the motor hotel,

I told her I was going to drive over there
and pick up her things.

And on the way over there,
did you see anything?

From the cliff above, I saw
Mr. Kenyon down on the beach.

He was rubbing the sleeve
of his jacket with water.

I show you now this jacket,
marked People's Exhibit 12,

and stained on the sleeve with a spot
analyzed as human blood.

Have you ever seen this jacket
before, sir?

It's the one I saw Mr. Kenyon trying
to wash down at the water's edge.

He was just sittin' there,
holdin' on to that little locket,

real tight in his hand,
with tears runnin' down his face.

The crazy old man,
old enough to be her father.

I warned him.

I told him she was no good for him.

Any ambitious kid like this Theba
who goes around dating every guy--

Shut up, you idiot!
You don't know what you're talking about!

[judge pounds gavel]

- Shut up or I'll shut you up!
- Order! Order, please!

Order, please.

Mr. Spangler,

in spite of Mr. Mason's diverting attempts
to pull the wool,

and fancy Greek wool, over our eyes

and despite his client's
revealing outburst,

let's go back to the moment

when you found the defendant
after the murder.

Yes, sir.

You put him to bed that night?

Yes, sir.

And did he say anything at that time?

Let me remind you, sir,
that you're under oath

and you must answer.

Did he say anything?

Yes.

Over and over. He kept mumbling
the same thing over and over.

And what was it he kept mumbling?

"Dead.

"She's dead.

She's dead."

Well?

Well, I saw Dorothy Rivers.

The girl Correll's engaged to?

Mm-hmm. She's really torn up.

Keeps crying all the time.

"Roger, how could you?
Our lives together, our home, our business."

Seems young Correll with the roving eye
really gave her the business.

- In what respect?
- That home she kept babbling about.

- Something struck me as strange, so--
- You investigated?

Uh-huh. And I found
that the nice Mr. Welsh

had given her and Correll a house--
an engagement gift.

Which our boy Correll went out
and borrowed money against.

Paul, this loan, when was it made?

Couple of weeks ago.

Probably the money used
to pay off Cleo Grammas.

And the Athens police investigation
of the Stamatis' contract?

You told me that started
before you contacted them.

That's right, about a week ago.
You think it adds up to something?

It could add up to perjury.

Your Honor, at the conclusion

of Mr. Burger's direct examination
of many of his witnesses,

I reserved the right
to recall at a later time.

I should now like to recall
Mr. Welsh to the stand.

Very well. Mr. Welsh,
will you take the stand, please?

The witness is reminded
he is still under oath.

Proceed, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Welsh,

do you know what perjury is?

Yes. Of course I do.

Yet earlier you testified
that on the night of the murder,

you went to John Kenyon's studio

merely to look into
the supposed romantic involvement

of Roger Correll and Theba Grammas?

That's the truth. I said--

One moment.
I know about Mr. Correll's house

and the loan he took on it.

Now, you were asked why you went
out to Kenyon's studio that night,

and remembering the penalty for perjury.

Well, perhaps I should have said

that that was one of my reasons
for going there.

And the reply you received
after you wired the Athens police

was another of your reasons?

Yes. I sank every cent I had,
every cent I could borrow,

into tooling up for the new wool process.

When I was told
by someone on the telephone

the contract might be fraudulent,
I didn't believe it.

But after I found out
about Roger and the money,

I thought I'd better investigate further.

Before extorting money
from Roger Correll,

the blackmailer had first approached you
by telephone?

- Yes.
- Whatever Roger had illegally done,

what a blackmailer threatened to reveal,
could have ruined you.

Did you go out to the studio that night
determined to save yourself

at any cost, even at the cost of murder?

No, no. Nothing like that.

I was pretty sure I knew
who the blackmailer was--

the disguised woman's voice,
the accent, Roger's loan,

who he was running around with.

I just wanted to see her with my own eyes.

That girl.

Theba.

Could you have also been
in the Stamatis house?

And could you, like Cleo,

have decided to use
your knowledge for blackmail?

No, Mr. Mason.

I never in my life meet this Mr. Stamatis.

I never be in Stamatis house.

This is truth.

I'm sure it is, Theba.

Tell me, when Ken found you

after you'd run out of the house
the night of the murder,

you said there'd been a quarrel?

Yes. Yannis and Cleo, they fight.

About what?

Me.

Cleo mad at Yannis

because he want to talk to me alone
to ask me to--

to marry with him.

And how did you feel
about this proposal of marriage?

I not get chance to answer Yannis
what he ask.

But-- But I answer now.

He make me very happy.

I proud to be his wife.

This, uh, medallion, Theba,
do you recognize it?

Yes. Yannis gave it to me.

Did you give it back to him?

No. I break.

Not want Yannis to know I not careful.

So I had fixed.

I not know where.

I give it to Yannis' good friend to be fixed.

Which good friend?

To him, Mr. O'Malley.

If John told you what happened,

then I suppose you not only know
but know why it happened.

I'm afraid I don't, Mr. O'Malley.

Now, suppose you explain why you
deliberately created that inference

concerning the medallion.

John's my best friend, Mr. Mason.

But let's face it, when it comes
to running his own life...

he needs a keeper.

You disapproved of his feelings for Theba?

No, not his feelings. No, of course not.
Why should I?

He can fall in love
with any pretty child if he liked.

But get married? No, no, not him.

That shaggy old reprobate
was chosen by the gods of greatness

to walk alone...

never enjoying beauty himself,
only creating it for others to enjoy.

So you decided to give those gods
of greatness a helping hand, so to speak.

You wanted him to get rid of the girl.

Of course.

But you were even willing
to sacrifice your friendship

in order to make him get rid her.

- It had to be done.
- And her mother?

They were rather indivisible, weren't they?

I suppose the harridan
would go, too, yes.

Now, this copy of Vim, Mr. O'Malley,

and the cover story you wrote,

would you clear something up for me?

I'll be glad to help.

I'm sure.

"Cleo Grammas was
a fabulous cook and housekeeper,

"despite the fact that she came
from poor peasant stock

and could neither read nor write."

- Was that true?
- Absolutely.

If she could neither read
nor write in her native Greek,

how could she have written in English

the extortion note
Correll said he received?

I'm afraid I can't be of any help there.

Is it possible she didn't, Mr. O'Malley?

Is it possible there was a second witness
to Correll's actions with that contract--

a second blackmailer?

Where did you write this article,
Mr. O'Malley?

- Why--
- Go on.

In Greece.

In Athens, Mr. O'Malley?

Where you were a guest
in the Stamatis house?

Where you saw the same things
that Cleo Grammas saw?

When I saw her--

Cleo at the airport, I wasn't sure.

But you found out, didn't you?

Found out that she knew about Correll,

that she was blackmailing Correll,
even trying to blackmail Mr. Welsh.

It wasn't right.

They were my pigeons.

They were mine, both of them.

I counted on that dough. I needed it.

She shouldn't have done it.

You can see that.

It was wrong! It was wrong.

Almost as wrong as murder,
Mr. O'Malley.

O'Malley must have walked in the back way

just as Mrs. Grammas hit you
and knocked you out.

You mean O'Malley killed her right then
with John on the floor?

Yep.

John was on the floor,
Correll was marching out to his car,

and Welsh was parked and watching.

He killed her, hid the body,
and beat it out the same back way.

Poor Yannis.

We make up for everything bad
that happen.

I promise you.

[knock on door]

You said you wanted to see me,
Mr. Kenyon.

Yes, Ken. Uh, do you have your car?

Yes.

Would you do me a favor?

Why, sure.

Well, take this pretty little Greek dish
here out for a ride

and park in some nice quiet spot
and propose marriage to her.

- No.
- What?

Oh, come on, now, kid.

Come on, get out of here. On your way.

Yannis?

Good luck to both of you

Now get out of here, will you?
I have work to do.

You know something, Perry?

That statue I threw in the ocean...

it was a lousy piece of corn to begin with.

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