All language subtitles for Perry.Mason.133.The.Case.Of.The.Long-Legged.Models.(Dvdrip)

And it's a winner.
Winner on nine.

He's alive.

Let's go. Come on out.

Now they're coming out.

Yeah, they're coming
out for a point now.

Get your bets down.

There you are.

Craps. You lose.

Sorry, Mr. Falkner.

Here are your dice.
Shoot again, Mr. Falkner.

I wanna bet a dollar
he doesn't make it.

Just put it on the
"don't pass" line, lady.

Eight!

Eight's a point. Once eight.

Now, play the hard
way. The common field.

$200 on the hard 8,

limit on 4, 5, 6, and 10.

Seven. You lose.
Sorry, Mr. Falkner.

Hey, I won. How about my $2?

There it is, lady,
right in front of you.

Glad I brought you luck.

Wish it could be more,
Joe, but that taps me out.

Next good shooter.

All right, they're coming
out of the dice now.

Put your bets down.

"Dearest Stephanie,

"Well, the old man did it again.

"And after all the
promises I've made,

"there's really no excuse
except that I felt lucky.

"Maybe I was,

"considering how much
more I could have lost.

"To make a...
long story... short...

"Stephanie... I
went for...$10,000."

Hello, Castle.

What brings you here?

I saw you lose
pretty good tonight.

That's the way the dice roll.

I'm glad you're
such a philosopher.

You owe me $8,000.

I got your promissory note.

Next time I make a
strike, I'll pick it up.

That's not good enough.

That note is payable on demand.

I'm demanding it right now.

You said you'd give
me till the 15th of April.

Doesn't say so here.

You're not kidding me,
Castle. I know what you're up to.

You never wanted me
to make good on this.

Do you think I don't
know the score?

The Marty Davis crowd wants
this land to put up a new casino.

So?

So, you told them
you could deliver it,

and by the 12th of April.

As long as you know so much, you
might as well know the whole story.

I put up $50,000 as a guarantee.

Too bad. You're
gonna lose your money.

You're wrong, Falkner.

I'm not gonna lose one penny.

And I'm not selling.

I'm keeping this property
for my daughter, Stephanie.

You're a tough man
to deal with, Falkner.

Wouldn't be surprised if
Stephanie was a lot easier.

Oh, don't be foolish,
Castle! That's no way to...

You'll notice it's
payable on demand,

but there's no
reason to be nervous.

That motel property of yours
is worth $500 a front foot.

I can get you $600,

but we'll have to act
within the next 24 hours.

I appreciate your
help, Mr. Castle,

but I'd rather not sell.

Now, wait a minute.

Your father owed me $8,000.

You're not gonna renege.

You'll get your money.

This could be the
opportunity of a lifetime!

These people will
only wait till the 12th.

Today's the 10th.

I understand.

I'll discuss it with a friend.

Who? Mike Garvin?

Well, whoever it is,

if he's any kind
of a businessman,

he'll tell you to
accept my proposition.

I'm staying at the
Lodestar Apartments.

Let me know what you decide.

Yeah? Hello, Castle.

Well, if it isn't
Mr. Michael Garvin Jr.

Darned if it isn't.

Come on in.

Well, how's the
used-car business?

I didn't come here to talk cars.

No?

Well, what's on your mind?

A girl

named Stephanie Falkner.

Hey, Junior, I'm
surprised at you.

You a married man?

What are you talking about?

Well, aren't you?

You and a long-legged model from
Vegas got married a couple of days ago.

Used to go by the
name of Margo Winters.

Since when is
that your business?

Since Stephanie
Falkner became yours.

Just because you were
once engaged to a girl

doesn't give you a license
to butt into my affairs.

Why don't you
lay off her, Castle?

She's had a bad break.

Her father's been murdered.

Look, Junior, why
don't you butt out?

If your old man knew you were
here, he might get good and sore.

What kind of a crack is that?

I hear tell he's kind of nuts
about Stephanie himself.

I guess it runs in
the family, huh?

Why you...

What's the matter?

Can't you take it down there?

Look, why don't you be a good
boy and go on home to your bride?

Hello, Evie.

What are you doing here?

Well, it's a long, long story.

Why don't I make myself
comfortable while I tell it?

Sit down.

It's about time you and I had one
of those little heart-to-heart talks.

You let me down
something awful, Evie.

And I get you one of
those nice, cushy jobs.

First chance you
get, what do you do?

You double-cross me.

What are you talking about?

I had a visitor a while back.

A fellow by the name
of Michael Garvin Jr.

Your boss' son.
Mean anything to you?

No.

Well, I figured you must
have put a bug in Junior's ear

about my playing the heavy
with Stephanie Falkner.

You know, if I
wanted any publicity,

I would have hired
myself a press agent.

Well, he didn't find
out anything from me.

Now, look, sugarplum,

just in case you've forgotten,

there's a sheriff in Kansas

who's looking for a redhead
who answers your description.

Seems this redhead
forged a couple of checks.

I was in trouble.
I needed money.

Who wasn't, one time or another?

I'm trying to fix up my
life. You know I'm trying.

And I'm all for you

as soon as this deal is over.

Answer it.

Michael Garvin Investments.

I'd like to speak to
Mr. Garvin, please.

I'm sorry, Mr. Garvin's
out of town.

But, Eva, this is
Stephanie Falkner.

I must speak to Mr. Garvin.

No, I have no idea
when he'll be back.

Yes. Yes, I'll tell
him you called.

Well, I gotta be running along.

Remember, honeybunch,
keep your nose clean.

Yes?

Miss Falkner? Yes

I couldn't talk to you before,
but I did hear from Mr. Garvin.

He's in Las Vegas.

He's flying back to Los
Angeles late tonight.

He said he'd meet you
tomorrow morning at 11:00

in Perry Mason's office.
That's his attorney.

Perry Mason's
office? Are you sure?

Absolutely.

He's already set
up an appointment.

All right.

Thank you very much.

You're quite welcome.

You held out on me, Evie.

I don't like that.

Something tells me I'm gonna
have to call that sheriff in Kansas.

That's when I decided to
get in touch with Mr. Garvin.

I'm glad you did, Stephanie.

How much did Castle
offer for the land?

$600 a foot.

That's about half
what it's worth, Perry.

Who is this George Castle, Mike?

I think he killed
Stephanie's father.

How do you know?

I just got back from Vegas.

I traced your father's
movements the night he was killed.

He'd been gambling heavily,
going from place to place,

and in every place, George Castle
was somewhere in the background.

That doesn't prove a thing.

Maybe not,

but I intend to find out
from him myself if I have to.

Do you have a license for that?

Certainly. I'm a deputy.
I have three revolvers.

Where do you keep them?

Various places. My
son, Junior, has one.

There's one in my office safe,

and I always carry
one, ready for action.

I think you're
being childish, Mike.

As your attorney,

I suggest you turn your
information and theories

over to the authorities
in Las Vegas.

Stephanie... I'm sorry.

I guess I haven't gotten
over my father's death yet.

Gambling was like a
disease to him, but...

he never let me down.

He never let me down.

What do you think, Della?

I think Mr. Garvin's
in love with that girl.

I'm flattered, really flattered.

When Miss Falkner told me
she'd take it up with a friend,

I didn't expect it
would be Perry Mason.

Naturally, my offer to her
might have been a little low,

but you understand a man likes
to make the best deal he can.

I understand.

All right, let's get
down to brass tacks.

What do you want for
Miss Falkner's motel?

$225,000.

You're joking.

Don't misunderstand me.

I just want an expression
of that amount from you

so I can present
it to Miss Falkner.

I can't guarantee
she'll accept it.

Now look, Mason,
let's be reasonable.

That figures out to
$1,500 a front foot.

What's the going rate?

$1,000.

That what you offer?

All right, I'll offer $1,000.

Would you make it $1,200?

No.

You won't go $1,200?

Okay, Mason,

on the condition you
present it to your client,

I'll go $1,200, but that's it!

It's too bad, because
$1,200 is not acceptable.

I wouldn't even
discuss it with her.

I'll go my limit...

$1,300.

Take it or leave it!

Let's see. I want
$1,500, you offer $1,300...

Would you, uh,

would you split the difference?

All right, Mason.
That's the tops.

I can't go any higher.

You can walk right out of
here, and I won't stop you!

I'll give you $1,400.

Well, I'll present your
offer to my client...

I'm going to
recommend not selling,

not at that price.

$1,500 is out of the question!

Perhaps it's just as well.

You know, I've got
a hunch that, uh,

you stuck your
neck out on this deal.

How much do you stand to lose

if you can't deliver
that property?

You're smart, Mason. Real smart.

How well did you
know Glenn Falkner?

Maybe you're not so smart.

Wait a minute.

Hello? Oh?

No.

When?

All right.

In 10 minutes.
I'll be right here.

All right, Mason,

I'll pay your $1,500.

Where do we go from here?

I'm going to get a bad
taste out of my mouth.

Be in my office in the morning.

Paul Drake, please.

This is Perry Mason.

Hello, Paul? I
have a job for you.

George Castle. Go ahead, Perry.

I want a complete background.

He operates out of Las Vegas.

You'll have to go up there.

Operates?

All I know is... Hold it, Paul.

Sorry, Paul. Now, where was I?

Oh, yes. Castle's
business is a mystery,

his ethics questionable,
his source of income...

Well, you see
what you can dig up.

Sounds perfectly charming.

About a week ago in Vegas,

a man by the name of
Glenn Falkner was murdered.

Yeah, I remember. There
might be a connection.

All right, I'll check. Oh...

How far can I go on expenses?

Oh, the limit.

When you turn in your
vouchers, I'll buy everything,

except casino chips.

Okay, Perry.
I'll get right on it.

Las Palmas... Las Tunas...

Las Vegas.

Give you a lift, Miss Falkner?

Well...

I thought I recognized
you, Mason.

Well, Lieutenant...

What are you doing
in this neighborhood?

Oh, we work around the clock
sometimes. You know that.

And it's inconsiderate of me
holding up a public servant

in the performance of his duty.

No, no. Not at all.

You, uh, going somewhere?

Been somewhere. Just
taking the young lady home,

if you have no objections.

Say, Lieutenant...

Sergeant Gordon would
like to see you upstairs.

Okay.

Well, it's been, uh, nice
meeting you, Miss, uh...

Well, it's, uh, still been nice.

George Castle is dead...

How did you know that?

That gentleman with the deceptive
smile was Lieutenant Tragg.

The only thing that keeps
him working around the clock

is a homicide.

Want to tell me about it?

No.

No, I... I have to go home.

Please, take me home.

Yes, ma'am, what
can we do for you?

Is Mr. Garvin around?

He's very busy.

If you're interested
in a trade...

Oh, no, thank you. I'm... I'm
perfectly happy with Mr. Garvin.

I'm Mrs. Garvin.

Oh!

Oh, he isn't in the office,
Mrs. Garvin. He's out back.

Thank you.

So this is what
you call hard work?

Margo!

What are you doing here?

Well, is that any
way to greet a wife?

Well, this... This is the
first time I've been here.

Mr. Garvin! What will
your employees think?

You must have been pretty upset
when you left home this morning.

Hey, where did you get this?

You left it on the dresser...

How many times do I have
to tell you not to touch it?

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too, honey.

I was afraid you might get hurt.

You don't know how
easily these things go off.

Come on. I'll walk
you back to your car.

Hello?

Perry, I, uh, I
want you to take on

Stephanie Falkner
as your client.

As of right now?

Yes. There's a possibility

she killed George
Castle in self-defense.

I want you to protect her.

Well, there might be
a conflict of interest.

That's all right. Your first
obligation is to Stephanie,

regardless of
where the chips fall.

All right, I'll do what I can.

Now, you've got to tell
me the truth, Stephanie.

When I was at George
Castle's apartment last night,

he received a telephone call.

Was it you?

No.

Then it was just coincidence,

your getting there after I left?

Yes.

Were you carrying a gun?

Let me see it.

Have you ever used that gun?

Oh, no!

It's been fired.

One shot's been fired.

Where did you get this?

Michael, uh...
Mr. Garvin gave it to me.

When?

Yesterday, just after
we left your office.

He said Castle was dangerous.

He wanted me to
keep it for protection.

Why did you go to see
Castle in the first place?

I had some childish notion
that if I could talk to him,

I could find out if
he was responsible

for my father's murder.

When you got to Castle's room?

He was dead.

And you didn't
use this gun at all?

No.

Well, at the moment, I wouldn't want
it to fall into the hands of the police.

All right?

I don't want you to leave here,

I don't want you to talk
to anyone till I get back.

Do you understand?

We'll send someone over
to see the whole batch.

How are you, Counselor? Good.

I haven't seen you
for quite a while.

Did you hear about...
About your marriage?

I did, and congratulations.

Thanks. Well, what
can I do for you?

I don't know about me,

but I think you can help your
dad and Stephanie Falkner.

I don't get you.

Where do you keep your gun?

That's a mighty
nice gun, Junior...

Just like your dad's.

That's right.

He knew I always
carry a lot of cash,

so he gave me that
one after I got a license.

That was...

Hey, look out.

It's all right. There's
no one out there.

That was stupid of me.

I guess I shouldn't be
handling these things.

You always know quite
a lot about them in court.

I'm sorry, Junior.

Well, I owe you a new desk.

Okay, I'll bite.

If it were anybody else but
Perry Mason putting on this act,

it might be convincing.

Put that gun in your
pocket and come with me.

Here we are.

Well, let's take mine.

I'm in a hurry, Mike.

All the more reason.
This one's a real bomb.

I'm gonna try to
sell it to him, Bill.

Okay, Mike. Good luck.

I told you, Mr. Mason,
I don't like this.

I'm a married man!

That's all right. I'll
act as chaperon.

Stephanie, it's Perry Mason.

Congratulations on
your marriage, Junior.

Thanks, Stephanie. I
knew you'd understand.

She can understand
inside. Come on.

Give Stephanie the gun, Junior.

I don't know what Mason
has in mind, Stephanie.

Give her the gun.

Now, there's no
secret about this.

If anyone asks you
where you got that gun,

tell them Michael
Garvin gave it to you.

Oh.

Now, one bullet has
been fired from the gun.

You have no idea
as to who fired it,

when, or where it was fired.

If anyone wants to know,
it will be necessary for them

to check with Michael
Garvin. Is that clear?

Perfectly.

Wait a minute. You might get
my old man involved in this thing.

Hello? Yes.

Oh.

That Lieutenant
Tragg is downstairs.

Can we get out that way?

Better let him come up.

We'll find our way down
through the service entrance.

Come on, Junior.

Have him come up, please.

Who is it? Lieutenant Tragg.

Breathing fire?

If he's a dragon,
he's a tired one.

Hello, Lieutenant.

I'm... Sit down.

I'm sorry to
interrupt your lunch.

Oh!

I'm not as young as I once was.

Who is? Clock running down?

After this chore, I'm
gonna start bedding down

to about 12 solid
hours of shut-eye.

Chore? You here on business?

No, it's more of a favor.

We just booked your client,
Stephanie Falkner, for murder.

It's a pretty solid case now.

Now, look, Tragg...

She was the girl in your car
last night in front of the Lodestar.

That doesn't mean a thing.

You didn't let me finish.

We also found the murder
gun in her apartment.

Where?

Lying right on the table
when we walked in.

That's impossible. Has it
been checked out with ballistics?

It certainly has.

There's no doubt. The bullet that
killed Castle came from that gun.

Uh...

Miss Falkner wants to see you.

And I told her I'd try to
get a message to you.

I've, uh, kept my word.

It's all my fault.

I'm so clever, I put a new
thread around Stephanie's neck.

I don't see why
you feel that way.

I took her the gun, Della.

I literally forced it on her.

Now, it turns out to be
the gun that killed Castle.

But you got it
from Junior Garvin.

You think for two seconds
Burger is going to believe that?

Now, try Junior again, will you?

I'll be through here in a
couple of minutes, honey.

Just be patient.

Hello.

Uh, who's calling, please?

Just a moment.

It's Perry Mason's
office, again.

No, Mr. Garvin
isn't here right now.

No, I... I don't know
where I could reach him.

Yes. Yes, I'll tell him.

What do you want me to tell
Mr. Mason's office the next time he calls?

I just don't want to
talk to him, that's all.

Well, you're going
to have to, eventually.

What if you're
subpoenaed for the trial?

Lieutenant, it's been
established that at 8:27

a phone call from the manager
of the Lodestar Apartments

brought a prowl
car to the scene.

Now, at what time did
you personally get there?

About 8:30, give or
take a couple of minutes.

And did you see a young
woman in the vicinity?

Yes. Can you identify her?

Yes. The defendant,
Stephanie Falkner.

I show you now this gun,

which is marked
People's Exhibit "A",

and I ask if you've
ever seen this before.

Yes.

This gun has been identified
as the murder weapon

through ballistic tests.

Where did you see it first?

I found it in the
defendant's apartment

on the morning of April 12th.

Did the defendant
make any comment

with reference to the gun?

Well, she said that a Mr. Michael
Garvin had given it to her.

Did she say
anything else about it?

Well, there was a
discharged shell in the gun,

but Miss Falkner claimed
to know nothing about it.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
Your witness.

Lieutenant Tragg,

did the defendant say that
she had received the gun

from Michael Garvin Sr.
Or Michael Garvin Jr.?

Well, just that she'd received
it from Michael Garvin.

Did she say when
she had received it?

No, sir.

Then as far as you
personally know,

this weapon could have been
turned over to the defendant

after the murder.

Could have been.

Thank you,
Lieutenant. That's all.

You may step down, Lieutenant.

If it please the court,

we intend to connect up
this time element right now.

I call Eva Elliott to
the stand, please.

Miss Elliott, you're employed
as a private secretary

by Mr. Michael Garvin Sr.? I am.

Were you so employed on
the 11th day of April, of this year

the night that George
Castle was murdered?

I was.

Did you work late
that night? Yes, sir.

What time did Mr. Garvin
get to the office that day?

It was about 5:30
in the afternoon.

He had spent a few
days in Las Vegas.

You worked until what time?

About 8:00.

And what did Mr. Garvin do?

I object, Your Honor.

The question... The
whole line of questioning

is immaterial, irrelevant
and incompetent.

I'm connecting up the murder weapon
and the time element, Your Honor.

On the strength of Counsel's
assurance, I will permit the evidence,

subject to a subsequent motion
to strike it if it is not connected.

You may answer the
question, Miss Elliott.

What happened at
Mr. Garvin's office about 8:00?

Well, I was stacking my
work for the next morning.

And what was Mr. Garvin doing?

Well, he took off his
jacket and shoulder holster.

He was going to shave
and change clothes.

I see. Mr. Garvin
generally carried a gun?

Yes, sir.

Was there a gun in
his holster at that time?

It might have been
in his jacket pocket.

But it was definitely
not in the holster?

No, sir.

And he habitually carried
his gun in the holster?

Yes, sir.

So, he must have either left it
someplace or given it to someone.

I object, Your Honor. I'm
finished with the witness.

You may cross-examine.

No questions at this time.

Then I call
Mr. Michael Garvin Sr.

You may leave the stand, please.

Mr. Garvin, on the 11th
day of April of this year,

did you give or lend the defendant
Stephanie Falkner a weapon?

I did. I ask you
now if this gun,

which I place in your hand,

and which is marked
Exhibit "A" is the weapon?

I don't know.

You can't identify your own gun?

I have three guns so much alike

that the only way I
can tell them apart

is by the serial numbers.

I see.

Well, that brings us, then,

to the question of the
identities of these guns of yours.

In order to avoid confusion...

Let's try this.

Let's call the gun that you gave
your son, Michael Garvin Jr.,

the "junior gun".

Let's call the one that you
keep in your safe or vault

the "vault gun".

And let's refer to the one that
you habitually carry on your person

as the "holster gun".

Is that clear? Yes, sir.

Now, on the 11th day of April

you gave the holster
gun to Miss Falkner.

You then returned
to your office.

What did you do there?

Well, since I hadn't been
home for several days,

I showered, changed clothes.

At that time, you were
minus a gun from your holster,

is that correct?

Why, yes, sir.

And did you replace it with
the gun from your vault?

Uh, just a minute.

Do you have any objection to
this line of questioning, Mr. Mason?

I have, Your Honor,
but we also are anxious

to make some sense
out of these guns.

We reserve our rights.

Proceed, Mr. Burger.

Mr. Garvin, did you place
the vault gun in your holster?

Yes, sir.

And did you then
go to the apartment

of Stephanie Falkner, the
defendant, to take her to dinner?

Yes.

Did you take her to dinner? No.

Why not?

Miss Falkner was upset.

Why was she upset?

She told me she had gone to
the Lodestar to see George Castle.

Taking with her the
holster gun you'd given her?

I must object here, Your Honor.

The question not only calls
for a conclusion of the witness

as to the identity
of those guns,

it is also leading
and suggestive.

I'll withdraw the question.

Now, then, Mr. Garvin,

because Stephanie Falkner was
upset after seeing George Castle,

you did not go to
dinner, is that correct?

Objection.

Leading, argumentative,
and calls for a conclusion.

Very well, Mr. Mason, I'm
finished with this witness.

Cross-examine.

Mr. Garvin, why did
you give the defendant

what the district attorney
refers to as the "holster gun"?

Answer the question, please.

Because...

Because she had once been
engaged to my son, Michael Jr.

I'd looked forward to having
her as a member of the family,

and when it turned out that

my son married someone
else in such a hurry,

I suddenly realized...

I... I realized that I wanted
her to have every protection.

Paul, did you ever find out

where George Castle
got all his money?

No, that I'm not too clear on.

I did find out last
night, however,

that he owns a 40% interest in Julie's,
under a fictitious name, of course.

Julie's? What's that?

You can sure tell
you're a bachelor.

It's a swank women's
shop in Vegas.

The kind of a place where
they have long-legged models.

If you're a smart shopper,
you might be able to pick up

a little cotton frock
for about $200.

Well, then I suppose it's still a cheap
way for a man to get rid of his wife

so she can't see how much
he's losing at the casino.

Uh, you know the
place, Mr. Garvin?

Your secretary, Eva
Elliott, used to model there.

I had no idea.

Your daughter-in-law
was employed there, too.

Margo?

It's funny you didn't
know that, Mr. Garvin.

Now, just a minute, young man.
What's that supposed to mean?

Now, relax, Mike.

You must admit, it is peculiar.

Now, you wanted me
to protect Stephanie

even if there was
a conflict of interest.

Do those instructions
still go? They do.

Even if it affects
you or your family?

All right, Mike, I'll put
you back on the stand

and start clearing up the
little matter of those guns.

Something I'm not too
clear on myself right now.

If it please the court, Michael
Garvin Sr. was on the stand

when the court
took its noon recess.

Now, I have one further
question I should like to ask of him.

If the court please,

Mr. Mason announced this
morning that he'd completed

his cross-examination
of Mr. Garvin Sr.,

and since my next
witness is Mr. Garvin Jr.,

since he's here in court
and ready to be sworn,

I insist that I be allowed to
put him on the stand at this time.

After that, if Mr. Mason
wishes to recall Mr. Garvin Sr.,

I shall have no objection.

That is agreeable
to me, Your Honor.

Proceed with your
case, Mr. Burger.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Call Michael Garvin Jr.

Michael Garvin Jr. To the stand.

Mr. Garvin, I ask you now to remember
the morning of April 12th of this year.

Did Perry Mason visit you
at your place of business?

He did.

He asked to see my gun.

I took it out of my desk.

He clumsily fired a
shot into the desk.

What happened then?

He gave me back a different gun.

I object, Your Honor!

Improper groundwork
for that question.

It calls for a conclusion the witness
could not possibly know is fact.

The gun turned out to
be the murder weapon!

You switched guns on me!

The witness will come to order.

The witness will answer
the questions asked

and will refrain from
extraordinary pronouncements.

The defense
objection is sustained.

Very well, Your Honor,
I'll rephrase the question.

On that morning,
Mr. Mason handed you

what we have called here
the "junior gun", is that correct?

That's right.

I show you a Smith
& Wesson revolver,

marked Exhibit "B"

and I ask if that is your gun.

It is.

How do you know?

About five months ago, I scratched
my initials on the bottom of the handle.

Here, if you look
closely, you can see them.

You're sure that this is the gun

that you handed Mr. Mason
in your office that morning?

Yes.

Now, he fired this gun,

thereby causing a certain
amount of confusion?

Yes, sir.

And after that, he
handed you back a gun?

Yes.

What did you do with
that particular gun?

I took it to the apartment
of Stephanie Falkner.

And what did you
do with it there?

Nothing.

I just stood there
while Mr. Mason recited

some double talk about
Stephanie being in danger,

and that I was bringing her a
gun that she could use for defense.

I see.

By doing all this, Mr. Mason

apparently meant to explain
the presence of a discharged shell

in the cylinder of your gun,

and at the same
time make it appear

that the murder weapon, Exhibit
"A", had been in your possession

during the time that the murder
was committed, is that right?

Objected to as argumentative.

The objection is well-taken.

Mr. Burger,

you're bordering on misconduct.

Please ask questions

which are within the scope
of the issues, and are proper.

Very well, Your Honor.

Cross-examine.

Now, Michael Garvin Jr.,

you stated that the gun which
we're calling the "junior gun"

was not out of your possession

up to the time
you gave it to me?

That's right.

Which means you took it
home with you that evening?

Yes, I always do.

What did you do
with it at bedtime?

When I undressed, I
put it on the dresser.

And what did you do when
you got up in the morning?

I dressed and had breakfast.

I shaved, I brushed my teeth.

I see. Then what?

Then I went to the office.

You took the gun with you?

Well, no.

Oh? Then what did
you do with the gun?

I left it on the dresser.

My wife brought it
down to the office later.

Then isn't it possible your
wife may have used that gun

before she brought it
down to the office later?

That's a lie! I resent that!

You switched guns...

Sit down, young man, sit down
before I find you in contempt.

I object, Your Honor!

That question is argumentative.

It's improper cross-examination,

and it contains a
dastardly insinuation.

Objection is overruled.

The witness may
resent it if he likes,

but Mr. Mason is representing
a defendant in a murder case.

Uh, Mr. Burger, if the court
might make a suggestion,

it would seem a bullet was fired

from the weapon Mr. Mason
had in his hand, is that right?

Yes, Your Honor.

Well, I presume it could be
determined whether the bullet came

from the murder
weapon or the junior gun,

and since it certainly
didn't fade into thin air...

Or did it?

Your Honor, an attempt
was made to find that bullet.

It apparently ricocheted off
the desktop and out the window.

In any event, we haven't
been able to find it.

I see.

You may continue, Mr. Mason.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, Michael...

I have no further
questions of this witness.

You may step down.

Then I call Mrs. Michael
Garvin to the stand, please.

State your name. Margo Garvin.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear the
evidence you're about to give

is the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

I do. Be seated.

Now, Mrs. Garvin, I show you a
weapon marked People's Exhibit "A"

and ask if you've ever
seen this gun before.

I can't say. I saw one which
looked very much like it,

but I'm not an expert.

Where did you see that gun?

My husband left
it on the dresser.

When was this?

On the night of April 11th.

The following morning,
did you see the gun again?

I did.

And what did you do
with it, Mrs. Garvin?

I took it to my
husband's office.

Thank you. Your witness.

Mrs. Garvin, did you know
the decedent, George Castle?

Yes, I... I knew
him in Las Vegas.

He was one of the owners of
a dress shop where I modeled.

Did you have any...
personal relationship with him?

No.

Mrs. Garvin, you were at home

during the evening
of April 11th?

Yes.

And you did not leave your
home at all during that evening?

No.

Thank you.

No further questions.

If Your Honor please,

Mr. Mason, earlier,
expressed a desire

to recall Mr. Garvin, Sr.

For further cross-examination.

The State has no objection if
he wishes to do so at this time.

Your Honor, before I do that I
would like to confer with my client.

How much time will
you need, Counselor?

Just a few minutes.

You may step down, Mrs. Garvin.

Uh, court will
recess until 2:30.

That was a nice piece of work.

You certainly led me
down the garden path.

What are you talking about?

I've told you the truth.

Have you?

How do you feel
about Mike Garvin?

Well, I think he's
a very nice boy.

I'm referring to Mike Garvin Sr.

What do you mean, how do I feel?

Well, I think he's a...

He's a wonderful man.

Like your father?

He's much younger
than my father.

Not so much younger.

Really, Mr. Mason,
this is ridiculous.

I don't see any point to it.

Believe me, there is a point.

And, it might be the
answer to those guns.

Mr. Garvin, you've been a
client of mine for a long time.

That's right.

In point of fact, you
recommended me to the defendant.

I did.

You did that knowing full
well that if your interests

conflicted with those
of the defendant,

I would be forced
to sacrifice you.

Yes.

Perhaps that moment
has come, Mr. Garvin.

Very well.

First, then, let us
clarify the confusion

of the three guns in this case.

All right.

Now, you gave the
defendant your holster gun

on the afternoon of April 11th?

Yes, I did.

And later that night, you
opened your safe or vault

and put your vault gun in
the holster, is that correct?

Yes.

You were going to take
the defendant out to dinner.

What time did you
arrive at her apartment?

About 9:00.

During the course
of that evening,

did you, without her knowledge,

substitute the vault gun

for the holster gun that
you'd given her earlier?

Yes, I did.

Why did you do that, Mr. Garvin?

I... I'd rather not answer.

But you have to answer.

Why did you substitute the
vault gun for the holster gun?

Because I...

I thought she killed
Mr. Castle with it,

in self-defense, of course.

So you switched guns?

Yes. And thus
entrapped the defendant?

I did not!

Yes, you did,
because, Mr. Garvin,

the gun you took out of your
safe was the murder weapon!

Well, that's not
true! But it is true.

So now, the question arises,

how did the murder gun get
into your safe in the first place?

Did you kill George Castle? No!

Who else has the
combination to your safe?

My secretary. Eva Elliott?

Yes. How far is your
office from the Lodestar?

Oh, just two blocks.

And how long did it take
you to shave, shower,

and change your
clothes that evening?

About 30 minutes.
About 30 minutes.

So someone could
have gone to your safe,

removed the gun,
killed George Castle,

and returned the
gun to your safe?

Yes.

And was your
secretary, Eva Elliott,

present in your
office during that time?

Well, yes, she was.

Thank you, Mr. Garvin.
No further questions.

You may step down, sir.

If it please the court,

I'd like to recall Eva
Elliott to the stand.

I feel that under
the circumstances...

Never mind the speeches.

I thought my luck would hold out
just this once, but... but it never has.

I didn't mean to frame you,
Stephanie. You've got to believe that.

I was just trying to make
something of myself.

I was trying, but George
Castle wouldn't let me.

He just wouldn't let me.

All right, you
guys, take it easy.

I still don't understand what happened
to the gun that I brought Stephanie.

She hid it.

The gun the police found was the one
your father substituted the night before.

After your father left,

she examined it and
saw it had been fired.

She thought Pop
had killed Castle.

That's it.

Which reminds me...

Oh, which reminds me, where
are your father and Stephanie?

Downtown. City Hall?

Hall of Records,

taking out a marriage license.

He left this for you.

The amount is blank.

He said for you to fill it in

for services rendered
and gratefully accepted.

Now, if you'll just add
another $1,000 to that...

Oh? What for?

Down payment on that
car you drove yesterday.

Come on, Miss Street, I'll
give you a demonstration.

Hold it, Junior.
We'll demonstrate it.

Want me to fill it in?