All language subtitles for Perry Mason S06E22 The Case of the Velvet Claws.DVDRip.NonHI.en.CBS

♪♪

Number 2, the winner.
Watch your hand.

You've got to get
out of here. Come on.

- Eva, somebody may be hurt.
- Go on!

Sneaking through
the ladies' room.

- Of all the ridiculous, college-boy...
- Hurry, darling, hurry.

It's bad enough having to take you
to a joint like that in the first place.

Thank heavens we had sense
enough to leave our coats in the car.

No matter what happened in
there, it doesn't really concern us.

Come on, get in.

Eva, I don't like running
away from things.

- Harrison...
- Wait. Listen to me.

No matter how much trouble...

Harrison, will you please shut
up? Please? Please? Please?

Well, that's it.
The wages of sin.

Get down.

But, darling, I love
you too much...

Get down. Get down, please.

- Where you think you're going?
- To the drug store.

Will you please get that
jalopy out of my way?

You always drive barefoot?

Officer, my husband
has heart disease.

I've gotten the druggist out of bed,
and he's waiting for me right now!

Lady, there's been
some trouble in this place.

We can't let anybody
leave the area until we...

Maybe there wouldn't be
so much trouble in this place

if you policemen would
do your duty once in a while.

If you think it's any fun living
right on the same road w...

Here. This is us. Robinson.

And my husband's name is Frank.

And he's white as a sheet, and
the druggist's name is Jeb Fortescue,

and you can call Dr. D.W.
Whitney, if you like,

except right now he's on
his way over to my house,

and if Frank doesn't
get his medicine, I don't...

Hey, hey.

Take it easy, lady.

I'm sorry, officer. It's just...
I'm just so frightened, that's all.

You, uh, you want to use
the car radio, Mrs. Robinson?

Oh, no. No, that's all right.

The doctor's on his
way over right now.

Well, I'll move the car.

Thank you.

Psst. Eva.

You think I'll look well
on the floor of Congress?

Why would I save
a silly politician?

I'm only trying to avoid being
killed by my husband, that's all...

Ouch.

You know, my blasted reputation
isn't worth three cents to your...

Yes, it is, darling.

I'd lie, I'd cheat, I'd steal.

I'd do anything to hear one
good man say he loves me.

That is what you
said, isn't it, dear?

Harrison Burke, huh?

You're crazy.

I know it's him.

I took some campaign
pictures of Burke last year,

and, well, I just know
what he looks like, that's all.

That's a silhouette of a
shadow in a dark tunnel.

- Who's the woman?
- How should I know?

It's already blown up ten times.

Look, Mr. Locket, this
was just a chance shot.

I was getting out of my
car with my camera...

Why didn't you move closer?

Why? I didn't know
it was him then.

Look, there was a shooting inside
that joint, and I heard the police call.

And this caught
the corner of my eye.

And you thought you might pick
up a little side-money with blackmail.

Oh, no, Mr. Locket.

Blackmail... Blackmail's
your business.

I wouldn't say anything
like that again if I were you.

How much do you
want for that picture?

Uh...

Well, uh, you know
something, Mr. Locket?

This would make a
sensational cover, wouldn't it?

"How to run for Congress"

or "The Capers of a Candidate."

$25, okay?

Oh, a good artist could
touch it up, could touch it up.

Sure make it look
like Harrison Burke.

All right, 40. Now
get out of here.

It's nothing but bait for a
slander-suit, and you know it.

Either take that, or
take your negative.

All I saw was this article
in yesterday's newspaper.

Apparently, they rounded up
some pretty unsavory people

out there at that roadhouse.

Well, it's a very nice place for
us unsavory people, Mr. Mason.

The lighting's very dark,
the headwaiter never tells,

and nobody ever notices
who is out with whom.

I didn't mean it personally.

I just meant the shooting episode
itself can't in any way concern you.

They have their suspects.

But that doesn't
help Harrison any.

If his name came out if the police
suspected that he was there that night,

well, they'd have to
question him, wouldn't they?

As a matter of routine,
I suppose they would.

But can't you imagine how an
opposition party could make that look?

How they could twist his presence
there into something criminal?

I've never met Harrison Burke.

I've heard good things
about him, though.

Bachelor, isn't he?

And you introduced yourself
just now as Eva Griffin.

It's Mrs. Griffin, of course.

That they could twist into
something, couldn't they?

Mr. Mason, have you ever heard
of a magazine called Spicy Bits?

I most certainly have.

Of course.

What man hasn't who's
ever had a haircut?

Or woman who's ever
been to a beauty parlor?

Well, Spicy Bits is
going to print a feature

on Harrison Burke being in
the gambling place that night.

How they ever
got wind of this...

More important, Mrs. Griffin,
where did you get wind of them?

A girl I know works in the same
building as they have their offices,

and she overheard something
in the hall this morning.

Mr. Mason, isn't there
some way a person like you

could get the magazine
to stop printing that story?

With money, I mean.

Here. That's $700.

That's every penny I could find without
my husband realizing what I was doing.

I don't like making
blackmail payments,

so why don't you let Mr. Burke
take care of this himself?

Unless, of course, you haven't
even told him about it yet.

- Unless you...
- All right.

All right, I'm lying to you.

It's me I'm trying to save.

Not Harrison. I'm the
one that's scared to death.

Is that what you want me to say?

If that story were printed,
the police would ask questions.

You're afraid Burke
would tell them the

truth about your being
there with him, right?

The newspapers
would hear about it.

Look.

My husband did that
to me last Saturday...

just because I smiled
at the same man twice,

at our own party.

Oh, please, Mr. Mason, help me.

Oh, I... I don't care anything
about Harrison Burke.

I mean, he doesn't
mean a thing to me.

It's just... Well, we have been
out together several times,

and if my husband
ever discovered...

All right, Mrs. Griffin.
All right, I'll help you.

Della, would you
come in, please?

Oh, thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Mason.

Understand, though, I'll have
to handle this my own way.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Oh, Mr. Mason, if you
only knew what it means

to find one good man to rely on.

Della, make out a receipt
to Mrs. Griffin for $700.

Mm-hmm. Before I attend to
that, this letter on the Dibbly case...

Uh, later, Della.

Mrs. Griffin, as soon as I've had someone
contact the publisher of Spicy Bits...

His name is Frank Locket.

That girl told me that there may be
somebody more important behind him...

The owner, maybe... but, well,
nobody seems to know who he is,

and, in any case, it's Mr. Locket
you're meant to contact.

We'll attend to all
that, don't you worry.

Goodbye, Mrs. Griffin.

Goodbye, Perry.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Thank you.

Didn't you read that?

So her name isn't in the
phone book. What of it?

But I checked
the City Directory.

There is no such address as the one
that woman gave me when she came in.

Of course not, Della, since Griffin
is obviously not her real name.

Perry, what on earth are...

Della, last year, a friend
of ours committed suicide.

He could have worked himself
out of the mess he was in

if it hadn't been
for the rotten things

printed about him in
a rag called Spicy Bits.

Now stall that woman
out there for five minutes

while I get Paul
Drake on the job.

I'm sorry, Perry.

The guy I had follow that
dame from your office got shook.

He did say, however, that the car
she disappeared in was ten miles long.

Never mind her. What
about Frank Locket?

Does he really have a
story on Harrison Burke?

Frank Locket wouldn't
admit he has a belly-button.

However, when I mentioned that I
represented somebody who might have money

and who might not want to read
stories about Burke in his magazine,

He, uh, gave me this.

He does have something.

You bet he has. A real sweet
racket. Here's how it works.

You buy advertising space in
his magazine, cash in advance,

with a forfeit clause in case
you don't deliver the copy in time,

which of course you don't.

You didn't think he'd
call it blackmail, did you?

What's his price?

I painted a pretty glowing
picture of 500 bucks,

and for a while there, I
thought I had him hooked.

But then he said he'd better
think about it for a minute.

I went outside.

When he came out, he said he
needed still more time to decide.

What does that mean?

It means that your
client was right.

There is somebody
behind that guy.

You think Locket tried to reach
somebody else for a decision?

Yep. Couldn't get
through to him right then.

Only the trouble is Locket may be the
only one who knows who this man is.

Which is why I asked
you to meet me here.

Locket left his building
just a few minutes after I did.

I tailed him here.

He's downstairs now in the
barber shop getting a shave.

But here. Take a look
at that switchboard setup.

Yes, sir, that's a local number.

I'll have to dial it
for you, though.

You can use that
house phone over there.

See what I mean? No pay phone.

Suppose I was to put a call
in here to Locket, real urgent.

Go on. There's a drug
store across the street.

Mr. Locket, please.

Mr. Frank Locket?

Paging Mr. Locket.

Mr. Locket?

Paging Mr. Locket.

Mr. Locket, a call for you.

You can take it over there.

Yeah.

I checked with those
people I told you about,

and $500 is a lot more advertising
than they expected me to...

Listen, Drake, I told you...

All right, all right. Where can I
reach you? I'll call you right back.

Dial this number
for me, will you?

Yes, Mr. Locket.

All right, Mr. Locket.
There's your number.

Got it.

Well, Locket must have
gotten his call through this time

because he called
me right back and...

Paul, find out who that girl is.

Gladly.

Perry, you may not want to
meet this mysterious big-shot.

He turned my offer down.

He wants $20,000.

I'm sorry to have
kept you waiting,

but Mr. Belter's upstairs in his
study working, and I'm afraid...

Did you say I had to see
him, no matter how busy he is?

Mr. Mason, I don't
know Mr. Belter very well.

See, I don't really live here.

I'm Norma Vickers. My mother's
the housekeeper, and I'm just visiting,

but I had the definite impression
he just doesn't have time...

In that case, you can't be blamed for
making a mistake, can you, Norma?

Mr. Mason.

Carl?

Is that you, boy?

Say, why don't you call the
golf club and get up a foursome?

Mr. Belter? I'm Perry Mason.

Sorry to come to your house,
but my business couldn't wait.

Look here, Mr. Mason...

I don't think much of people who
prey on other people's weaknesses,

who peddle gossip, who blow
snapshots into dirty postcards...

What the devil are
you talking about?

You own or control the
magazine Spicy Bits. Right?

I what? I've never
even heard of...

Well, of course I've
seen the magazine.

I'll make this short
and sweet, Mr. Belter.

I represent someone Spicy
Bits is trying to blackmail.

I'm telling you that I don't
intend to pay the price you want.

I don't intend to pay
one single penny.

And furthermore, your magazine
is not going to publish the story.

Understand me?

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

You hide behind Frank Locket.

He edits and publishes and probably
takes the rap while you rake in dividends.

But, Mr. Belter, if Spicy Bits
publishes one word about my client,

I'll rip your mask right off.

I'll ride you out of your filthy business
so fast, it'll make your head spin.

You're absolutely crazy. I don't
even know anyone named Locket.

Then why did he call
here less than an hour ago?

Why did the girl downstairs say you
received such a call and took it up here?

You watch your
own fences, Mason,

before you start throwing
mud over other people's fences.

Now get out of here.

Carl! Carl, where are you?

Carl?

You're wasting your
time bluffing, Mr. Belter.

I know what I'm talking about.

A year ago, a broker here in this
town with a wife and three children

committed suicide.

Today, Fred's widow
told me your name was...

Get your hand off my arm.

What is it?

George, what's happening?

Darling, this is a
lawyer named Mason.

My wife, sir.

How do you do, Mrs. Belter?

How do you do?

Mrs. Vickers, take a
good look at this man.

If he ever comes
near this place again,

I want you to do exactly what
Carl is going to do right now...

Throw him out of the house.

Oh, now, look, Uncle George,
I'm sure this guy can walk.

I can walk, all right.

In fact, Mr. Belter, if you don't
keep that magazine of yours quiet,

I'll walk you
straight into prison.

But why didn't you tell me it's your
own husband who owns Spicy Bits?

Why all that nonsense about getting
your information from a girl friend?

I was afraid to
tell you, I guess.

I mean, nobody else really knows...
Except Frank Locket, of course.

How much does he pay
Locket for doing his dirty work?

Oh, no. No, George
doesn't pay him much money.

He's got something on him.

George has got
something on everyone.

I never realized it
before I married him,

but now, as each month goes by, I
find more and more terrible things.

Is that why you're
planning a divorce?

What?

That's something else you
could have mentioned, isn't it?

Rumored breakup for
the George C. Belters.

Eva, you're not afraid of George
because of his jealousy over other men.

You're just scared to death
he'll get something on you

that could prevent your receiving
a good divorce settlement.

Now isn't that the truth?

Perry, you can say
anything you'd like to me.

You can think that, for me, it's
money that makes the world go around.

You can call me unfaithful a
gold-digger, a worthless, lying...

Oh, but Perry, please, oh, please,
don't start a fight with George.

He'll kill you. I know he will.

Perry, please just help me.

Just... Just pay
off that magazine.

$20,000?

Eva, I'm warning you,
George Belter won't stop at...

$20,000? Is that what they want?

Oh, Perry, what
are we going to do?

20,000, hmm?

Are you sure it's me he's
gunning for? Just my political skin?

No, of course it isn't.

Somehow Belter found
out about you and Eva,

and he'd like to know
more of the truth.

And so would I.

Look here, Mason. You
may not understand Eva yet.

She's had the kind of a life
that people don't even talk about.

Getting hooked on a guy
like Belter was the last straw.

I wasn't going to criticize her.

Oh, yes, you were.

She may have told you a few
stories or something, but no wonder.

That man beats her.
He's cruel, sadistic.

He cares only for himself and an
idiot nephew by the name of Carl Griffin,

a chip off the same bottle.

Mr. Burke, I was only going to
ask what Eva really means to you.

If she wants the money
paid, I'll raise it somehow.

But if you can put Belter out of
business for good, so much the better.

Mason.

I love Eva. Is
that clear enough?

Hello.

Yes.

Eva?

Perry.

Oh, Perry, darling,
come quickly.

I need you, I need you.

Well, of course it's my husband.

He's dead, Perry.

I think he's been murdered.

Where are the servants?

They live in that little
house down the road.

That's where I was running to,

after I heard the shot
upstairs and everything,

to get help, to
get Mrs. Vickers,

and there weren't any
lights down there and...

Still aren't.

Where are your keys?

They're in my purse,
inside the house.

Oh, but we can get in through the
sun-room door. There's a key under the mat.

Perry, I know I shouldn't have
panicked and run the way I did...

- Come on.
- It was just that I...

This is where I
grabbed the coat from.

It was raining out, and I
just took the first coat I saw.

It's Carl's, I guess. He's
at the country club tonight.

You said you heard your husband
arguing with someone up there.

Oh, yes.

George was yelling something
about advertising space,

and then there
was this other man.

I'm sure he was someone he was
trying to blackmail, I'm sure he was,

only his voice was lower,

and then I heard the shot,
then there was this heavy thud.

Perry, I was so
scared, I just hid.

Then I heard this
man's footsteps

running down the stairs
and out the front door, and...

So I...

I made myself
come up here to look.

Single shot.

Inside of his
robe is still damp.

Perry, the telephone
was dead, too.

There's something wrong with it.
I couldn't even call Mrs. Vickers.

So you ran nearly a mile to
a phone down the highway

instead of calling a
neighbor or the police

Perry, all I could think was
that you would take care of it.

You were the only man I knew
who could tell me what to do.

Don't touch a thing.

But the police shouldn't
see this, should they?

That's the receipt you gave me.

If they did, they'd start
asking all kinds of questions.

When Frank Locket prints that
piece about Harrison in Spicy Bits,

and I'm sure he will.
I know he'll do it now.

How can he if you don't let him?

If what?

You own the magazine now, Eva.

Oh. I never thought of that.

Didn't you?

Perry, if the gun's around
someplace, shouldn't we...

No, we should not.
Now let's get out of here.

Only before I call Homicide,

you'd better tell me
whether or not you killed him.

Perry, you know I didn't.

I know you're in the
worst trouble of your life

unless you can lead
the police to the man

with whom you claim
your husband was fighting.

What's that?

♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪

♪ Bringing in the sheaves ♪

♪ We will come rejoi... ♪

Ha ha ha! Well,
if it isn't Little Eva.

- Hallelujah!
- Carl, are you all right?

- Go back to your room.
- But, Mother...

Do as I say. I'll
take care of him.

Come along, Mr. Carl.

Uh-oh. Whoops. There's
been some hanky-panky.

Mustn't let Uncle
George see you.

Mrs. Vickers, throw
him out. Throw him out!

Now, now, don't make so much
noise, or Mr. Belter will hear you.

All right, buddy boy.

Just a moment, Officer.

There's someone
more important upstairs.

A man who is dead.

Hand me the cups, please,
Norma. The kitchen ones.

These are prettier.

Policemen are not guests, Norma.

Yes, Mother.

The maid wasn't in the
house tonight, either?

Night off.

I told that to the Lieutenant.

Look, Mrs. Vickers, I'm
Mrs. Belter's attorney.

Whatever you say is...

I've said the truth.
That's all there is to say.

I know my place, Mr. Mason.

Now if you'll excuse me...

Oh, let me take it up this time.

Carl must have had
about ten cups by now.

Norma, you will stay here.

I'll take it, Mrs. Vickers.

And, uh, do the
eavesdropping for all of us.

Eva? No, I didn't say
anything bad about Eva.

They weren't getting along
very well, though, were they?

She and George Belter?

Oh, look how can I
throw rocks at anybody?

Uncle George was really a great
guy, but not for a wife, that's all.

A rich great guy.

Well, I don't know
anything about his business.

He kept me around because, well, I
was somebody to party with, I guess.

Uncle George always said he'd
missed his best opportunities,

and he jolly well turned
me into one young man

upon whom youth
would not be wasted.

Boy, do I make myself
sound like something.

Lieutenant, sure.

They hated each other.

Divorce was right
around the corner.

But I'd never
blame Eva for, well...

For killing him?

No. Why do that?

She'd make fifty times
as much in a divorce court.

How do you figure?

She's not in his will.

He cut her out. Wrote
it up in longhand.

Showed it to me last week. You'll
find it around here someplace.

Who does get the money, Carl?

The unworthy youth, I'm afraid.

Most of it. Me.

Mr. Mason, I think we're
all through with you now.

Andy, my client lives
here. As long as she...

You just heard the man.

Her motive went out the window.

Then she's not
detained in any way?

Don't count on anything, Perry.

Good night.

Perry.

Have have they found
the gun or anything yet?

Do they know what...

What time was Harrison
Burke here tonight, Eva?

- What?
- It was he, wasn't it?

That man you heard upstairs?

That why you took so long to get to a
phone to give him a chance to get away?

Perry, I'm not going to
tell who that man was.

I'm never going to tell.

And I'm certainly not going to say
it was Harrison because it wasn't.

You know it wasn't.

I know?

Perry, darling,

I'm just so positive
that voice I heard

w-was you.

Mr. Mason.

I said good night, counselor.

Hi, beautiful. Perry in?

He's been running down
another lead on Harrison Burke.

Not back yet.

He probably won't find him.

Nobody's seen
Burke since yesterday.

This is something about a gun.

Gun?

What was the caliber of
bullet that killed Mr. Belter?

.32... just the one shot.

The lab boys say
that room was really

combed for strays,
but that's all there was.

Why?

Well, Perry had a hunch,

so we checked all of the
big sporting goods houses.

Paul, Harrison Burke bought a
.32 caliber revolver just a month ago.

Well in the meantime,

tell Perry the phone
company says

the main lead to the Belter home
was apparently jerked down last night.

What about the servants? He
wanted to know something about them.

Big zero.

The only one that's been
there very long is Mrs. Vickers,

and she's been so busy
running her daughter's life,

she hasn't paid
attention to the Belters.

Even tried to get the poor
kid into the movies once.

When that didn't work and Norma
married a nice decent truck jockey,

the old lady got it annulled.

Della, hasn't Perry said anything at all
to the police yet about Harrison Burke?

How can he? You know what
she'll say the minute he does.

That Perry was the guy that
was there, fought with Belter,

and maybe even killed him.

Oh, Paul, I knew that woman was
poison the moment she walked in here.

But Perry simply
will not listen to me.

She gets him in deeper and
deeper, but he still won't...

Hello.

Good morning, Mrs. Belter.

- This is Mr. Paul Drake.
- Mrs. Belter.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, I think you people
are all just wonderful

to be helping me
the way you are.

Mrs. Belter, I'm afraid
Mr. Mason won't be back until...

Oh, that's all
right, Miss Street.

I just wanted Perry to know
that I'm being helpful, too.

Look.

What's that?

Well, you see,
Carl told the police

about a will that he thought
my husband had written.

They've been looking
all over the house for it.

It gives everything
to Carl, you know.

- Is that the will?
- Mm.

You mean you just
walked out with it?

Aren't I clever?

You see, I wanted to be
sure that Perry saw it first.

Mrs. Belter, I'm sorry I've
even seen it in your possession.

Well, you shouldn't be.

Don't you see? If Carl doesn't inherit
that magazine Spicy Bits, then I'll own it.

Then I can just tell Frank Locket what not
to print, just whatever I please, and...

But, Mrs. Belter, you just
can't tear that thing up.

People know about it.

Now, stop it, Mr. Drake.

Now, you see, you
don't understand.

See, I brought this thing along

because it's supposed to be
in George's own handwriting,

but I think this
will is a forgery.

Of course, with only a
couple of cancelled checks

in Belter's true hand
for a comparison...

Uh, no. There's another one of
those T's crossed the wrong way.

Perry, I'd say definitely this is
not only a forgery, but a bad one.

All right, Joe. Thanks.

Perry, I'm afraid I read about
this case in the newspapers.

What are you going
to do with this will?

Something I don't want to do.

Of course I go out
with Frank Locket.

But casually, do you
know what I mean?

Frank Locket comes
from St. Paul. So do you.

Four years ago there,

you had a roommate who died
under pretty strange circumstances.

Are you aware of how long
a sentence you could get

for not saying what
those circumstances were?

For not saying who the
man was involved with your...

What the devil are
you doing here, Drake?

Oh, shooting in the dark.

Trying to find out what hold
George Belter had over you.

Drake, do you want me
to do a feature on you?

"Illegal Methods
of a Private Eye"?

Relax.

You're going to be fired off
that magazine by the new owner.

I'm what?

I've just spent an hour with
the new owner of Spicy Bits,

- together with his
lawyer - With who?

Young Griffin. Who do you think?

Well, Griffin's counting his
chickens pretty fast, isn't he?

Of course he is. Why not?

His lawyer saw
Belter's will a week ago.

And it must be all in order

because they're having
no trouble getting credit.

And you should see
the size of the rock

that kid bought this morning
for the girl he's going to marry.

Now tell me, where are you
getting your stories from, Mr. Drake?

Oh, Perry darling.

Well, it's about
time you returned.

I ought to be getting that will
back to the house, shouldn't I?

I mean, if it's to be
properly discovered.

Sit down, Della.

Well, it is a forgery, isn't it?

I mean, they'll just take one look
at it and set it aside, won't they?

Yes. It is a forgery.

What's she going to do?

Perry, what's he here for?

- He's here as a witness.
- A what?

Eva, some things a lawyer
has to do aren't very pleasant.

He takes his
clients as they come.

They're in trouble, so he can't
always expect them to tell the truth.

Oh! Oh, that.

Perry, darling, I told you the other day
I was sorry about any untruths that I...

He's a fool if he
completely trusts any client,

but that's beside the point.

His job is to believe and
to help them as best he can.

The only times
when he's really a fool

is when he sticks by a
client who won't trust him.

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

Eva, you've been trying to paint me
as a suspect to your husband's murder

ever since I
started on this case.

Whenever you were afraid I wouldn't keep
on helping you, you added a little more.

That isn't true, Perry.

Let me tell you what
happened last night.

To begin with, Harrison
Burke was out there.

That's why you
tapped me, wasn't it,

in case anyone had seen
another man around the place.

No.

It was also Burke's gun that
killed your husband, wasn't it?

The handy little .32, small
enough for a woman to use?

That isn't so.
That just isn't so.

Suppose I showed you a statement
from Harrison Burke saying it is so?

I don't believe it.

Harrison would never
sign such a thing.

I told him to leave...

town.

Of course.

When you called him last night,
at the same time you called me.

The service station attendant
said you made change

for two calls, Mrs. Belter.

All right.

Yes, I... I did phone
Harrison last night...

After you'd given
him time to get home.

But he didn't fight with George.
No, honestly, Perry, he didn't.

He did want to see him.

He wanted to talk to him and
tell him the truth about everything

and have it out with
him, but I wouldn't let him.

I didn't even tell him that George
was at the house that night.

If they had met, George
would have killed him.

Instead of which,
he killed George.

No! No! No!

All right.

Perry, you're right
about my having the gun,

but Harrison didn't
touch that gun last night.

I don't care what kind of lies he
told you in any sort of statement,

trying to protect me, but...

I didn't say he made that
statement. I just said suppose.

I don't understand.

I have to make you tell the
truth, Eva, no matter how I do it.

Everything I've said is
just obvious deduction.

And it's just as obvious that you're
the one who had the fight with George.

Perry, please.

What happened, Eva?

Did he hear you come in with
Burke? Did he hear Burke leave?

Did your husband yell for you?

Was that why your
purse was up in his room?

Had he opened that
purse while you were out

and found my receipt
and added 2 and 2?

And when he yelled for you, did
you take your gun upstairs and...

Don't!

I can't talk about it.

All right.

Let's talk about the will.

Yes.

Carl Griffin... He forged
that will, didn't he?

Well, if he'd do
a thing like that...

He didn't forge
it, Eva. You did.

A very neat trick to take the
heat off both you and Harrison.

Because last week there
was such a will, wasn't there,

in George's own hand?

And you copied it, so only the copy would
be found, the obvious forgery discovered?

Eventually, the court would
award you the entire estate.

All right. Where's
the original, Eva?

What did you do with it?

No.

No. No.

Do you want me to call
Norma Vickers now, Perry?

Yes, I guess you'd better.

If she saw Eva,

if she saw her at the desk
writing on paper like this...

Stop it!

It's true. Perry,
it's true, it's true.

Every terrible thing
you've said is true.

Even to George yelling.

"Come on up here,
you dirty little..."

I was so scared.

I've never been so
scared in all my life.

I didn't mean to
shoot him, Perry.

Honestly I didn't.

But when I saw him
standing in the bathroom door

and he started toward me,

yes, yes, I pulled the trigger.

I...

I wasn't even looking.

I just pulled the trigger,
and I ran and ran and ran.

I murdered him,
Perry, I murdered him.

Guess I got here at the
right moment, didn't I?

Andy...

Now take it easy.

I'm sure Mrs. Belter will
give us our own confession.

You see, we
finally found the gun

where you threw it in
the bushes down the path.

Pretty dirty, but we got your
fingerprints off of it, all right.

I suppose... Norma or
someone led you right to that, too.

Hmm?

Oh, no, no, that kid's too much
up in the clouds to see anything.

Now, come along, please.

You mean... Norma...
didn't see me doing anything?

I only said if she saw you, Eva.

I told you before I had to
handle this my own way.

I couldn't help you unless...

Perry?

All set. She's agreed to walk
through it for us, to wrap this thing up.

Here we are, Perry.

Hello, Mr. Burke.

Mason, I don't know
what you think of me

for ducking out of town
when Eva told me to.

But I started back the second
I heard Belter was dead.

But I certainly know
what I think of you for...

Shall we go inside, Andy?

I came through the doorway.

And I stood here.

He was just pulling
his robe around him.

He yelled that he was
going to beat me up.

- What for?
- Because he hated me,

because he thought
I'd been unfaithful.

I see. All right, go on.

He started toward me.

I screamed that I had a gun
in my hand, but he didn't stop.

And suddenly there was this
terrible explosion right in my hand,

and he fell.

And I threw...

And I ran... outside,
down the path,

and I ran and I ran until I got to
the telephone booth to call Perry,

and that's all there
is to it, Lieutenant.

That agree with
what she told you?

- No, it doesn't, Andy.
- Now see here...

She's still
protecting Mr. Burke.

She must have been afraid that he
was still around the place somewhere.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have
pulled the phone line loose

to give him a chance to get
away. She left that part out.

All right, so I
left that part out!

Tell them the whole truth, Eva.

She also left something out about the
coat she grabbed as she ran outside.

I mentioned that right
at first, Mr. Mason.

It was raining outside,
and I grabbed...

You left out about the pool of water
on the floor downstairs, remember?

Underneath the empty place on the
rack from where you'd taken the coat.

It was your coat, Carl.

Why would I remember
a thing like that?

Because obviously the coat had
already been outside in the rain.

It was already wet.

Look, I was at the country
club that whole evening.

Hold it, Griffin. Go
ahead, Perry. What else?

Well, the matter of a
forthcoming marriage.

Oh, no one knew
about it, did they, Carl?

I mean, we only had a couple of
dates, but I've never been so happy...

Be quiet, Norma. This
is none of his business.

Yes, of course.

You're the person I should be
talking to, aren't you, Mrs. Vickers.

You're the matchmaker, the
movie-mother, the boss of this outfit.

Mason, I don't know what you're
driving at, but she just said it.

It was love at first sight.

This is one of the
sweetest kids that ever...

Of course she is.

And you're just exactly the
marrying type, aren't you, Mr. Griffin?

Now listen...

Perry, what are you driving at?

A very reluctant client, Andy.

She still hasn't told us what
she really did with that gun.

Eva, when we came
back here to this room,

you expected the gun
would be here, didn't you?

You wanted me to
help you look for it.

And just now you started to say that
you threw the gun down before you ran.

- Well, I...
- Never mind.

Andy, she fired at
her husband, all right.

But she didn't
necessarily kill him.

Now, who moved the gun
from here to the bushes outside?

Eva thinks it was
Mr. Burke, so...

No. No, I didn't.
I'd already left.

Perry, I'm sorry,
but if you're saying

someone else picked
up the gun after she left,

someone who was here
in the house all along,

and that someone then
killed Belter with a second shot,

you're way out in left field.

Why? When you found the gun, it
had several empty chambers, didn't it?

They could have been
fired any time weeks ago.

The point is only one shot
was fired inside this room,

and the bullet was
found inside the body.

No, Perry, I hate to do this
to you, but look. No windows.

We've gone over the woodwork,
the ceiling, the furniture.

There just isn't a
wild-shot inside here.

I hate to do this to you, Andy.

Look out, Perry.

Look out yourself, Andy.

We didn't look for
scratches in the bathtub.

With all that water, there
might not have been any.

The murderer probably just fished
the slug out and walked away with it.

Isn't that what he
did, Mrs. Vickers?

You know who was in
the house all the time,

who'd already come
back from the country club,

who went out afterwards
to drink himself into an alibi.

How about it, Griffin?

No, no, Andy, she'll tell us.

This lady who made such a
quick deal for her daughter.

This lady who must have seen enough
to know who committed the murder.

This lady who's going straight
to prison as an accomplice

unless she starts
talking right now.

I...

Well, I...

Shut up, Mrs. Vickers.

Shut up, shut up!

Please shut up!

Oh, please shut up!

Apparently your shot
missed him entirely.

But how did Carl know?

After you shot at
your husband and ran,

he naturally went upstairs
to see what had happened.

Your husband told him.

They found the
bullet in the bathtub.

They... They laughed about it.

Then Carl got George to show
him where he'd been standing,

and then Carl cold-bloodedly
pulled that trigger for the second time.

His only mistake was in tossing the gun
into the bushes close to your footprints.

Perry, I just feel sorry for poor Norma.
She didn't know anything about all that.

Of course not.

But even if her marriage
had been completed,

she and her mother couldn't
have collected any of the money.

What do you mean?

Well, your husband did intend to
leave his money and properties to Carl,

but a convicted
murderer can't inherit,

so in due time,
you'll get it all back.

Perry, I never did
destroy that will.

I just copied it because
I wanted to make trouble

so that Carl couldn't get
that magazine and print...

Oh, but how can I ever expect you to
believe me now about anything ever?

I might say the same thing, Eva.

It's not a very nice thing, a lawyer
tricking his client into a confession.

Oh, no. No, Perry,
you had to do it.

I mean, when I think how
many more lies I might have told

if you hadn't forced
me into telling the truth.

I was so desperate.

Oh, Perry,

if you only knew what it meant to
me to have met one good man...

I know.

One good man who loves you.

Goodbye, Eva.

Well, I've turned over all my
information on Frank Locket to the police.

What's going to happen
to the magazine now?

I am glad to say that Spicy
Bits is about to breathe its last.

And I'm going to have the
supreme pleasure of burying it.

You are?

Well, sure, as legal
counsel for the new owner.

I certainly intend to go on
being Eva's representative.

You don't have any
objections to that, do you?