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I got a pair of
shoes for you, Marla.

How about it?

Please, I told you no.

What's the matter?

Afraid the Duchess will find
out and can your mother?

You know it isn't that.

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

Don't be a wet blanket.

Come on, just one line, huh?

No.

For Pete's sakes, why?

Oh, I don't feel
well, that's why.

Another full house, huh?

Couple of more months like
this, we'll be off the hook, Alan.

Bill, she's here again.

She?

The girl Marla Carol.

This is the second time.

She was in last week, remember?

So what?

So her mother works
for the Duchess.

Bill, maybe she's only
her companion, but...

Look, we're open for business,
Alan, everybody's business.

You know how the Duchess
feels about us, about this place.

Why get her any madder?

Sure, sure, the old
lady's not as important

as she thinks she is,
but why ask for trouble?

Why not just ask
the kid to leave?

Why not ask everybody to leave?

That ought to take
care of the Jaris brothers

- and make the Duchess real happy.
- Bill, look...

Our door is wide open.

It'll stay open.

A strike.

Hey, I got a strike.

Did you see that?

Hey, Marla, did you see that?

A strike.

Marla, what is it?

Oh!

A public nuisance, Orson.

You hear me?

A public nuisance.

Oh, now, Bonnie Mae,

that place is practically
out in the country.

They're not harming anybody.

Country or no country,

they're technically
inside the city limits.

Oh, isn't there a-a
curfew law or something

that says young people must
be home at a certain hour?

There must be
something you can do.

But you can't stop a legitimate
business from operating

just because you
don't like the owners.

It's like I told you last
week and the week before.

You're still not getting
the message, Orson.

I simply won't stand for this.

I refuse to permit a
bowling alley in my city.

Bonnie Mae, once,
a long time ago

this was your father's city,
but times have changed,

and you can't prevent
the Jaris brothers

from running a business
and earning a living.

And what about your
business, Mr. Mayor?

Unless I'm mistaken, the
refinery I own and operate

is the principal customer

for that little industry you run

in addition to your
duties in office.

Oh, now, now, now don't
talk like that, Bonnie Mae.

You know very well
that without your plant

I-I wouldn't have a business.

That would give
you plenty of time,

wouldn't it, to go bowling?

Rose.

Bonnie Mae, for the love of
Pete, will you listen to me?

Hello.

Mrs. Carol?

Is that telephone call
for me, Mr. Stillman?

It's about your
daughter, Mrs. Carol.

Marla?

Is something wrong, Orson?

What about my daughter?

She's in the hospital.

Well, Linda, what
did you find out?

The hospital
definitely confirmed

the diagnosis on Marla Carol.

It's definitely an
amoebic infection.

Oh, dear.

That's just what
I was afraid of.

But she's perfectly all
right, there's no danger.

They're letting her mother
take her home today.

That's the third case
the hospital has reported

in two days, Linda.

Scarcely an epidemic.

You want some more coffee?

Linda, I've always said,

only one-third of an iceberg
is visible above water.

Yes, I've heard
you always say it.

I'll get you a doughnut, too.

Uh, Linda, maybe
you'd better start calling

the doctors in town.

Make me a list of
every related case

they've handled
this last week...

You know,
stomachache, gastritis,

suspected
appendicitis, and so on.

Joe.

Joe, maybe you and the
other health inspectors

had better go to work on
this amoebic dysentery thing.

Start talking to the cases.

See if they can remember

everyplace they've
been this past week,

everything they've eaten,
and everyplace they've eaten it.

We'd been at the
ballpark the day before.

We had, uh, hot dogs and popcorn

and, uh, some soda pop.

And a, a couple of
beers at the bowling alley.

More.

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I brought the doctor
like you asked.

Rose, hadn't you better look
in on your daughter upstairs,

make sure she's
feeling all right?

Oh, yes.

Jack, you can wait outside.

Oh, oh, sure, sure.

Jack Baker... Tesoro's
middle-aged Lothario.

I thought he was just the
maintenance man at the refinery.

I find him useful for odd jobs.

Is that what hauling me
over here is... an odd job?

Well, it's nice to know
where a man stands.

Oh, stop it, Max, sit down.

I had some sandwiches
and coffee made up for you.

I'm not really hungry and
I have a lot of work to do.

All right, what do you want?

You should be hungry.

You haven't eaten
since breakfast.

You know a good deal,
don't you, Duchess?

Of course.

I am an eccentric old biddy

who's always sticking her
nose where it's not wanted.

Oh, now, now, don't
you say a thing like that.

Bonnie Mae, you've done
too much for this town...

You and your father.

Wouldn't have been a town
to begin with without him

and the refinery he built...

Or anything left of
the town without you.

You don't think I'm an
interfering old battle-ax

who deludes herself,
playing lady of the manor?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

To concern yourself
about other people's welfare

certainly can't be called...

Yes, other people.

Like Marla Carol...
Rose's daughter.

I don't understand.

Max, I know why you're
working so hard right now.

And I know you've found

the source of the
infection, too, haven't you?

I really don't know where
you get your information.

No.

Because you've found that
several people who became ill

have eaten in one place,

just one common
place... the bowling alley.

No, Bonnie Mae.

Uh, I-I mean, yes...

I grant you, certain
cases have eaten there,

but the bowling alley
is clean, quite clean.

I have inspection reports.

One of the best
kitchens in town.

But the people
did get sick there.

I tell you, I don't know yet

what the source
of the infection is.

What are you
going to do about it?

What do you think I should do?

Close that place down.

I'm a health officer.

I can't go jumping
to conclusions,

putting men out of
business because...

Residents of my town
have been poisoned, Max,

at the bowling alley.

Bonnie Mae, I know how you
feel about the Jaris brothers,

but I...

If you don't go down and
close that place tonight,

my attorney will be
in court in the morning

to demand that it be
closed as a public nuisance.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

There are reports I
still haven't checked.

When I do have enough data,

I'll certainly take
whatever steps necessary.

Yes, and you'll
take them quickly

so that people won't have
to suggest to the city council

that what Tesoro really needs

is a better director
of city health,

one with a bit more courage.

Hey, Doc.

I know she gets a
little wild sometimes,

but she is on the
right track, isn't she?

- Mr. Baker, if you'll excuse me...
- And it'd be a shame

if the Duchess had something
to really get mad about,

wouldn't it?

What are you talking about?

Peace, that's all,

and what happens when
people don't just ride along.

Ah, let her have her
way, Doc, you'll see.

Jaris, wait a minute.

Look, Baker, your lady
boss doesn't pay me anything

to take any gaff from
you, and I don't intend to.

Well, sorry, but that's
not the way I see it.

Well, now, what's that
supposed to mean?

Well, if you and your brother
would just close up shop,

get out of town...
Don't you understand?

Oh, for the love...

You should have
called the police.

Why bother?

Maybe I should have
called the Duchess direct.

Well, who did it?

Jack Baker and a
couple of his stooges.

You know, she's
really got an army.

Yeah.

Well, there you are...
It's not pretty but sterile.

Thanks.

Is this the ladies'
shoe department?

Paul, Paul Drake.

- How are you, Bill?
- Fine, fine.

You got a girl with you tonight?

No, but I got gobs of neophytes
down here on vacation.

Paul, you know my
brother Alan, don't you?

Hi, Paul.

Hi, uh, what hit you?

Oh, uh, I just fell.

Into a set of brass
knuckles, I'll bet.

I've seen the results before.

Oh, uh, excuse me.

See you a minute, Mr. Jaris?

Of course.

Kind of a busy night in Tesoro.

Well, look, Paul, I'll
see you down there

in a little while, all right?

Which side of the ball is up?

Ask him how he
gets his thumb out.

No cracks.

This is a game of skill.

I've learned a lot since
I last saw you, Joe.

Well, don't just talk about it.

Prove it.

Now, it's a matter of
form and concentration.

There's a mirror over there
you can watch yourself in.

I was watching my swing
the other night, and you know

- what I found out?
- Sure. That to love oneself

is the beginning of
a lifelong romance.

Very funny.

All right, wiseguy,
let's see you top this.

Paul?

Thanks a lot, pal.

Paul, can I see you a minute?

Sure. This is Bill Jaris.

He and his brother,
Alan, own the place.

- Miss Street, Mrs. Kelly, and Mr. Kelly.
- How do you do?

Hey, this is a nice place
you have here, Mr. Jaris.

Now, all you need is someone
to give lessons to guys like...

Kelly?

I mean, how do you do?

Uh, I thought maybe your friend
Mason was with you tonight.

Perry? No, we just put
him on a plane for Paris.

Oh. I see.

Uh... well, make
yourselves at home,

and, uh... I'll see you
later, maybe, Paul.

Is something wrong, Mr. Jaris?

Joe.

Well, I just got this thing,
and I wanted a lawyer to take

- a look at it, that's all.
- What is it?

We just got here from
San Francisco, you know.

Yes, the Kellys are
on their vacation.

Later on we're
going to take them

to see the Sunset Strip.

- Aren't we, Paul?
- I'm sorry, Joe.

Would you mind?

I'm a lawyer.

Let's see it.

What would you like
to know about this?

Well, the sergeant
says it's official, but...

Well, it looks
perfectly legal to me.

Oh, I bet it's legal.

What this paper orders
you to do, Mr. Jaris,

I'm afraid you'll have to do.

- I can't stop it?
- You mean, stop it now?

- Yeah, now. Tonight.
- No.

Well, why not?

Well, this document has
the weight of a judicial order,

and, uh, only a competent
court can act on it.

You mean dismiss it.

Or affirm it; either way.

And in the meantime?

In the meantime, Mr. Jaris,
it's just like I told you...

Your bowling alley
is officially closed.

You can see where it's
signed there: Dr. Max Taylor.

He's Director of City Health.

I'm afraid you have no
alternative, gentlemen.

Better start getting your
customers out right now.

Good morning, Mrs. Wilmet.

I'm Joe Kelly.

This is an old friend
of mine, Paul Drake.

You asked to see me?

Yes. For the moment, I
seem to be representing

William and Alan Jaris.

You mean you represent the
Country Corners Bowling Alley.

Well, is your difficulty
with the bowling alley

rather than its owners?

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

Mrs. Wilmet...

the Jaris brothers have a
considerable investment

in their business.

A prolonged delay
keeping their place closed

could put them in a very
difficult financial situation.

Delighted to hear it.

You're very frank, aren't you?

Their place is a
source of corruption.

Corruption?

Well, if you mean
this so-called epidemic

of amoebic infection,
I feel I'd better tell you

that we had a couple of
experts come in from Los Angeles

last night and go over
the bowling alley kitchens.

So far, they haven't
even found a... dirty plate.

Of course, I haven't
talked to Dr. Max Taylor yet.

He seems a difficult
person to find.

However, from what I've heard,

I thought perhaps
if I came to you,

- you might...
- Mr. Kelly,

a bowling alley is a
focusing point for...

gambling, drinking...

an immoral gathering
place for disreputable people.

Martin Luther didn't
seem to think so

when he built the bowling
alley for his young people to use

in his own home,
and bowled with them.

I don't care.

I will not permit
any festering evil

to infect my city.

Mrs. Wilmet, I simply
hoped that we wouldn't have

to go to court to have the
bowling alley reopened.

Well, I didn't issue
the order to close it.

Now, Mr. Kelly, if you'll
excuse me, I'm very busy.

Looking for another
place to close down

as a menace to the sovereignty
of the Duchess of Tesoro?

- Paul.
- I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilmet,

but after spending a whole
night crawling under sinks

and sorting through garbage

for bugs that
just aren't there...

Hold it. You heard Mrs.
Wilmet... she's busy.

Now, do you walk out of here,

or, uh, do I have
you thrown out?

It's all right, Jack.

I'm sure the
gentlemen are leaving.

Rose will show you out.

Good day, Mrs. Wilmet.

Okay, so I shouldn't
have blown my top in there.

Well, it didn't make
any difference...

It was my mistake
suggesting we go in there.

- Uh, how do you use this thing?
- You want to reach your wife

at the hotel? I'll do it, Joe.

You know, accusing
that bowling alley

of serving poisoned food
is a cheap, two-bit frame.

The number's, uh, 272-2199.

'Course, what really
makes me mad is the fact

that you gave up the
first night of your vacation.

Operator? Let me have 272-219...

That's Perry's number.

Right.

Hello. I'd like to speak
to Miss Stree... Della?

Joe Kelly.

Yeah, fine, fine.

Uh, look, which
judge does Perry go to

when he wants a
petition in a hurry?

Yeah, a temporary
restraining order, ex parte.

Oh, fine. Fine,
then I'll meet you

over at the
courthouse right away.

Good.

You don't mind
driving around that way,

- do you?
- Joe, you can have the whole car.

Now, wait a minute, Paul.

I like trouble as
much as you do,

but if you stick around
here in Tesoro...

Don't worry, Joe, I'm not gonna
tangle with the Duchess again.

I just want to find out
if two and two add up

to four, that's all.

Which two and two?

Marks on a face and
a set of brass knuckles.

Alan! What's the
matter with you!

Paul!

There we go.

So that's it.

And who is that?

It's Bill's kid.

Kind of a nervous
babysitter, aren't you?

Or were you expecting
somebody with brass knuckles?

I'm sorry, Paul.

Well, why didn't
you answer the bell?

Well, I was putting
the kid to sleep.

I figured it was the nursemaid.

She's got a key, but
she always rings anyway.

And then you thought
it was Jack Baker.

Why him?

I saw the brass knuckles.

Okay.

Yeah. Baker and his boys.

Another message from
the Duchess, maybe?

"Get out of town."

Alan, exactly what is this stuff
between you two and the Duchess?

Paul, I've tried to
keep things peaceful.

And Bill, well, I guess he
hasn't wanted to drag out

- all his troubles, but...
- Apparently not.

Of course, I haven't seen
much of Bill till recently.

He only saved my life once,
but that was a long time ago.

I didn't know he had a child.

Didn't even know
he had a wife, in fact.

He doesn't... anymore.

How does the baby
tie in with the Duchess?

She's his grandmother.

Bill married the
Duchess' only child.

Oh. Now I begin to see
what we stepped into.

Bill wasn't exactly
the old gal's choice.

He, uh, refused to
work in a refinery.

Now, that made her mad.

They refused to
live in her home,

Leaving her alone there

with just her companion
and her companion's kid.

That made her even madder.

So she got even with Bill.

She disinherited her daughter.

Where is her
daughter... Uh, Bill's wife?

She's dead.

Oh, she was a little doll.

A frail little doll.

She and Bill were on their way

back into town
from out of state.

They only got as
far as my place,

and the baby decided
to come, a month early.

It was raining and
phones were out,

the, um, streets flooded.

I had to grab the
closest doctor I could find.

I-I guess he did the
best he could, but...

the little doll died.

Alan... who was this doctor?

Dr. Taylor.

Dr. Max Taylor!

Temporary restraining order?!

But this commands
the city of Tesoro

to allow the Country Corners
Bowling Alley to remain open.

Pending a hearing

on the granting of a
permanent injunction!

Now, good Heavens, Mr. Kelly,
how long is that going to take?

Five days.

And at the end
of those five days,

the burden of proof
is on the city of Tesoro

to establish, to the
satisfaction of the court,

that the bowling
alley does in fact

constitute a public nuisance.

Now, see here, Mr. Kelly,
Tesoro is in the county

of Los Angeles,
it's not the city,

and whatever high-handed tactics

you can get away
with in San Francisco

will not work here!

Seems to me, Mayor, the
only high-handed tactics

have been those used
by your City Health Office.

Now, is this
Dr. Taylor prepared,

as an individual as
well as a city official,

to defend himself in a lawsuit?

What for?

False statements
concerning the quality

of the services or
product of a business

which are intended to cause
that business financial harm

- and which... in fact do so.
- No, no,

they're not false
statements, sir.

Wait a minute.
It's not false to say

my bowling alley is a source
of pollution and infection?

Come off it... You've
got sanitation reports.

Why, this whole business
is no more than a frame-up

to close me down, and
you know it, both of you.

I resent your
implication, young man.

I bet you do, Mayor...
But not as much

as you'd resent losing
the duchess' business.

Please, please.
The bowling alley

simply must be the source
of pollution and infection.

You can prove that?

Well... well, perhaps not
like proving it in a court of law.

And prove there is absolutely
no other source of infection...

Oh, no, no, I didn't say that...

Oh, so you could be wrong, Max?

Well, i-it's possible.

- Well, this is my opinion.
- Oh...

Supposing we continue
this conversation

in the City Attorney's
Office, Mr. Kelly.

Perhaps we can have a
hearing in two or three days

- instead of the usual five.
- After who knows how many more

people get sick, perhaps die!

No! Gentlemen...

we just had two more new
cases... That makes a total of 12...

And all 12 of those cases have
just one eating place in common:

the Country Corners
Bowling Alley.

Now, I'll admit we don't
know the exact source

of the pollution there yet.

I-I'll even admit the
place seems clean.

I couldn't believe
this at first myself.

But give us a
chance, give us time,

because if you force us
to let that place open again,

I warn you, this town
may face a major epidemic.

Don't listen to him, Mr. Kelly.

He and the mayor are
in the Duchess' pocket.

- It isn't true what he says.
- Bill...

They couldn't close
us down any other way,

so they're pulling this stunt.

I tell you, it isn't
true, it's a frame-up.

Bill, an entire community
could be affected.

I signed a petition for
that restraining order... me.

It's been served; I
refuse to withdraw it.

If you withdraw it, Bill,
and these fellas are wrong,

the law protects
you, with damages.

The only law here is
what the duchess wants.

She wants my son,
and she has to break me

through the bowling
alley to get him.

But she won't get away with it.

I'll do anything to keep my son.

You look like
you've been digging.

I have... for the truth.

Did you find it?

I think so.

I think for once I'm
doing the right thing.

Your phone hasn't
stopped ringing...

The mayor, the City
Attorney's Office,

and, of course, the Duchess.

Which one would you
like me to call back first?

None of them. Get
me the chief engineer

of the City Water Department.

What's that?

That's Tesoro's main waterline.

This smaller one where the
county line jogs back and forth

is a spur.

Now, that refinery
the Duchess owns

is in the same general area,

but it uses bottled water
and water from its own wells

for its commercial needs.

In other words, the refinery
is outside the county line,

so it isn't connected
to the Tesoro system.

I wish I knew what
you were talking about.

Della, I thought you said
you spoke to Perry today.

Wha...? Well, I did.

He's leaving Rome
and on his way to Lisbon.

Well, what did you talk about?

Well, he said that he's glad
that you're using the office,

and that we should be as
much help to you as we can,

- and...
- What did you say to him?

Della...

this, uh, spur line, it
only supplies one place:

the bowling alley.

Oh.

Oh!

And I said, "Perry, be careful

what kind of water you drink."

Exactly. Now, we know
the bowling alley itself

is as clean as a whistle,
so unless Bill is right,

unless this whole
thing is a big frame-up,

what other possible source
of infection could there be

but the water?

Joe.

I thought you persuaded Bill

to keep that
bowling alley closed.

Persuaded? I
practically broke his arm.

But he finally agreed to
give 'em a little more time

- for investigation. Why?
- Well, he changed his mind.

He tried to open
the place himself.

Oh, of all the
stupid things to do!

Don't worry, he didn't
do it; they wouldn't let him.

What happened, Paul?

Doc Taylor had their
water supply shut off.

So he's on the same track, huh?

Della, call me if you hear
from either Bill or Alan, hm?

- Where can I reach you?
- Dr. Taylor's office.

Bye, beautiful.

I found him like that,
just before you got here.

Mr. Kelly, my brother
Alan, where is he?

We don't know. Paul Drake
is out looking for him now.

- That means Sadie's alone with the baby.
- Sadie?

Sadie Noymann, the nursemaid.
She has her own family;

she should have been
relieved hours ago.

Well, if we don't
find Alan soon,

I'll send a nurse out there

until we can make
other arrangements.

Now, let's get to your problem.

That baby is my problem...

- The only one that counts.
- Yeah, I'm sure of that, Bill.

And I'm equally sure that
problem will be compounded

if we don't get you out of here.

Now that the Duchess has
me in, I wish us both luck.

Relax, you're in the
hands of the county,

not the city of Tesoro.

Now, tell me, what
happened tonight?

Nothing happened.
That's just it.

I stopped by at the house.

Sadie told me that
Dr. Taylor had called,

wanted me to come by the
office, said it was important.

I went. Found him dead.

The mayor, then you walked in

before I could do
anything about it.

- And that's all?
- So help me, that's all.

Now, look, Bill, if
I'm gonna help...

Paul, my brother
Alan, did you find him?

Yep. He's right here, in jail.

Oh, for Pete's sake! What for?

Well, he chased down
the city's water engineer

and fought with him about
turning the water back on.

Then when the boys in blue
arrived, he fought with them.

The complaint reads like
a one-man insurrection.

- Mr. Kelly...
- Yeah, I know: get him out.

All right, Paul, let's go.

Absolutely no consideration
for other people.

You and your brother ought
to be ashamed of yourself,

leaving this adorable
child with me,

knowing, knowing full well, I
had to get home to my family.

Well, it's the last time!

I tell you that,
it's the last time!

What time tomorrow?

- I'll call you.
- Good night.

Oh, Mrs. Noymann.

You're forgetting your gloves.

I didn't bring gl...

Thank you.

She's so mad, I'll bet
when she gets home

she jumps down the throat of
the first person who says hello.

Uh, say, Alan, do you
have a shovel and some sort

of a crowbar around the house?

Yeah, in the garage. Why?

And a long tape measure?

I guess so. What do
you want them for?

I'll tell you later...
Would you get them

for Paul, please?
Oh, Della, Joe Kelly.

Listen, you know those
maps I was going over.

Would you take
them and grab a cab

and meet me over
here at the Jaris house

just as quick as you can.

Mm-hmm.

Fine.

Well, now, right here from
this point where I am standing

to that property line over
there is your direction, Paul.

Direction for what?

Well, look for soft earth,

someplace where somebody
might have been digging recently

and then... you dig.

- You're not looking for a body?
- No, no, Della,

just the truth. Paul,
do you remember

- Dr. Taylor's muddy shoes?
- Yeah.

Well... get going.

And, now, you heard the
decedent, Dr. Max Taylor,

phone the city water
engineer and instruct him

that the spur line feeding
the Tesoro bowling alley

- was to be turned off, is that right?
- That's right.

Dr. Taylor explained
that the bowling alley

was the only place taking
water from that spur line,

and would be the
only place affected.

He didn't say why he
wanted it turned off.

He just said that he
was ordering it turned off.

I see. Now, after this
phone call from the decedent,

what did Dr. Taylor do?

Well, he turned to
me and said, "Linda,

call Bill Jaris and
get him for me."

I called his house;
he wasn't in.

I called the bowling alley,
and he wasn't there, either.

So Doc... well, Dr. Taylor
told me to call his house back

and have Mr. Jaris call
just as soon as he got in.

Did Dr. Taylor tell
you anything else?

Well, he told me to leave.

It was late, after
working hours.

And did you notice
as you were leaving

what Dr. Taylor was doing?

Just as I left, I heard
him on the telephone.

He was talking to the mayor.

Yes, Doc Taylor did call me
to tell me that he'd ordered

the water supply to the
bowling alley turned off.

I must say, it seemed like
a pretty drastic step to me.

But...

Doc just wouldn't
elaborate on his reasons

even though I warned him, it
could lead to serious trouble.

Now, after this phone call

from the decedent, Mayor
Stillman, what did you do?

Well, I decided to
discuss the matter

with Mrs. Wilmet.

She's rather concerned about
civic matters of this nature.

I see. Did you call her?

No, I drove out to her place.

And the girl, Marla Carol...

That's Mrs. Wilmet's
companion's daughter...

Marla answered the door.

And he told me that
Mrs. Wilmet had gone

to bed for the night.

She wasn't feeling too well,

and that her mother, Mrs. Carol,

had gone to the
movies with Jack Baker.

Oh, you didn't speak
to Mrs. Wilmet then?

No, I wasn't going to
trouble her in bed, asleep, no.

I drove back to
town to City Hall.

And I walked in on Bill Jaris

standing over the
dead body of Dr. Taylor.

There were signs of a
struggle in the decedent's office;

a few things overturned,
some of them on the floor.

And as to the defendant,
William Jaris, were there any signs

either as to is person
or to his clothing

to indicate that he had been
involved in any such struggle?

He had blood on his clothing

and some blood
on his right hand.

Was it his blood, Sergeant?

No, sir, it not his own blood.

It was blood that matched the
type of the decedent's blood.

And as to the murder
weapon used to kill Dr. Taylor,

was that examined in
your police laboratories,

and if so, with what results?

Yes, sir, it was examined,

and there were clearly defined
fingerprints on the handle.

The fingerprints of the
defendant, William Jaris.

Mr. Baker's bringing
my daughter down.

She's been very ill, Mr. Kelly.

I hope you won't upset her.

I'll try not to, Mrs. Carol,

but there are a few
questions I must ask her.

After that police
officer testified,

I didn't think there were any
questions left to be asked.

Bill Jaris didn't know Doctor
Taylor was already dead.

He knelt down to see

if there was anything
he could do for him.

And that, of course, explains
the blood and the fingerprints?

In a murder trial, Mrs. Wilmet,

the so-called facts are
examined in the context

of "beyond a reasonable doubt."

Very often, the truth is
no more than a matter

of relative believability.

As far as I'm concerned,

that does explain the
blood and the fingerprints.

You're Marla Carol?

Yes.

You mind if I ask
you a few questions?

No, why should I?

Fine. Please, sit down.

Now, the night Doctor
Taylor was killed,

Mayor Stillman did come
out to the house here?

Yes. He was here, and
then he left right away.

Did he see Mrs... or
speak to Mrs. Wilmet?

No.

Of course. Mrs.
Wilmet was in her room?

I suppose so.

Asleep?

I guess so.

You know that, for sure?
Because you went in to look?

I, uh... That's
enough, Mr. Kelly.

The child isn't on
the witness stand.

No, not yet..

I'm sorry, Marla, but I
have a subpoena here

ordering you to appear
in court tomorrow

- Why, of all the dirty...
- Jack!

As a matter of fact, I have
subpoenas for all of you.

Miss Carol, Miss Wilmet.

And tomorrow, Mr. Baker,
we'll see if you're as quick

with your brains as
you are with your fists.

Court reconvenes at
10:00 in the morning.

Good day.

So there can't be any question
of it, let me ask you again:

Miss Bonnie Mae Wilmet,
the night of Dr. Taylor's killing,

was at home in her room?

- Yes.
- Asleep?

Yes.

And she did not leave
the house that evening?

No.

Miss Carol, at the bowling
alley, the night you became ill,

you were with a young
man, were you not?

Yes.

Suppose I were to tell you

that the young man
has been subpoenaed,

that he is prepared,
reluctantly,

to testify that he visited
you at Mrs. Wilmet's house

the night of the murder.

But he promised!

That he visited you
at your suggestion

because you said you
were alone in the house!

Now, Miss Carol, what
actually happened that night?

Well, she... Mrs. Wilmet,

uh, told mother and
Mr. Baker to go to the movies.

And then she said she
was going up to her room.

Well, I saw her go
out the side door,

get in the car and drive away.

All right, so they
weren't my gloves

you found at the Jaris house.

Whose were they?

Mrs. Wilmet's.

Well, she was the boy's
grandmother, wasn't she?

There wasn't any harm in
letting her see the boy, was there?

Your Honor, on the
basis of the memorandum

submitted to the court...

A copy of which has been
furnished the district attorney,

who stipulates thereto...

I repeat, for the record, the
witness called by the defense

has been judged hostile
for purposes of examination.

So noted, Mr. Kelly.

You may proceed.

Mrs. Wilmet, you had
a daughter, I believe,

who died about a year ago.

She was, in turn, survived
after death by an infant son...

Your grandson.

Yes.

Who, I gather, stands
to inherit the oil refinery.

No.

My will specifically disinherits

my late daughter
and her descendants.

May I ask the name or names

of those who are designated
as your beneficiaries?

Your Honor, I object to
this line of questioning

in that it's
completely immaterial

to the crimes charged
in the information.

I submit, Your Honor,
the evidence is admissible

to establish the witness' bias.

Bias?

Counselor, that
would be for purposes

of impeaching the witness,

and hostile or not,
she's your witness.

So far you haven't
let her produce

any testimony about
the defendant at all,

let alone any testimony
damaging to the defendant.

Bias, Mr. Burger, not
necessarily toward the defendant

but toward the murdered man
Dr. Max Taylor, who attended

the witness' daughter
when she died in childbirth.

The witness'
daughter, Mr. Kelly,

happened to be
the defendant's wife!

Exactly, Mr. Burger,
in which case

the evidence is neither
collateral nor immaterial

but goes to the
heart of the question

of motivation.

Your Honor, I'll stand
on my original objection.

I shall permit you
to proceed, Mr. Kelly,

subject to a later decision
by the court to strike

if the evidence is
not connected up.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, then, Mrs. Wilmet, the
name or names of those designated

testamentarily as
your beneficiaries.

A trusted employee
and a devoted friend,

my sole heir is Rose Carol.

Why did you disinherit
your daughter?

She'd made a wrong marriage.

I was only trying to bring
her to her senses, that's all.

And you disapproved of
Bill Jaris as your son-in-law?

I certainly did.

And then, after her death
you approved of him even less?

Well, do you blame me?

It was his fault that she died.

He kept her gallivanting
around the country.

I wasn't even there,
I wasn't even called.

Mrs. Wilmet, I can
certainly understand

the bitterness of your sorrow,

even your momentary
hatred of Bill,

but I gather from Mrs. Carol,
Mrs. Noymann, and others

that your hatred has steadily
increased since that time.

Why?

Bill Jaris is a murderer.

He killed my daughter just as
surely as he killed Dr. Taylor.

No, no.

Order, order in the court.

I didn't know it at first.

He kept her traveling
around the country

when she was already
sick, undernourished,

burning up with pneumonia.

That's a lie.

Bill, stop it.

But she mustn't say that.

I said stop it!

Mrs. Wilmet, is that what
your daughter's regular doctor

told you about her
physical condition?

Doctor.

The way they were living?

Parties, travel.

No time to get a decent
night's sleep, let alone...

Mrs. Wilmet, would you
be interested in a statement

given by a doctor in Arizona

who examined your daughter
not two days before her death,

whose records show that
she was in perfect health,

she didn't even have a cold,
was in good condition to make

that trip back to Los Angeles?

No, no, that
couldn't be possible.

Who used the word
"undernourished," "pneumonia"?

Dr. Max Taylor.

He delivered the baby.

He...

He...

Mrs. Wilmet, whatever stories
Dr. Taylor told you in private...

It didn't occur to you that
they might not have been true?

They might have only
been desperate fiction

to hide his own
feeling of guilt?

I... I don't know.

But, of course, whatever
happened that tragic night,

whatever bungling accident
took the life of your daughter

lies buried with
her, doesn't it,

and Dr. Max Taylor.

So now tell us,

why did you go
recently, secretly

to visit your baby grandson?

I-I, I just had to
look at him, that's all.

Was that your first
visit... That night?

No, I'd been there once before.

I couldn't help it.

Now, then, Mrs. Wilmet,
will you tell us this:

did you order Jack
Baker and two of his men

to beat up the
defendant's brother?

What?

What are you talking about?

I see.

And one final
thing, Mrs. Wilmet.

Obviously you have
sources within the city hall

that keep you well informed.

- Yes.
- So, did you know of Max Taylor's decision

to shut off the
water, for instance?

Did you know what
prompted that decision?

No.

These sources that failed to
tell you, Mrs. Wilmet... who?

Who were they?

A friend of Jack's.

She, she worked in Max's office.

And then there was Orson,
of course, Orson Stillman.

I-It... the pollution wasn't
in the bowling alley at all.

No, apparently the
pollution occurred

where the city's spur
water line passes

close to the oil refinery's
sewage facilities.

Is that right?

Well, uh, that doesn't
necessarily mean

that there's anything wrong
with the city's water lines.

Uh, as I understand
it, it's possible

for seepage to occur
into perfectly sound pipe,

but, uh, the
refinery is about, uh,

25 years old, and,
uh, underground

there's a crazy quilt

of gas lines and
feeder lines and runoffs,

so that finding out
exactly where the trouble is

and fixing it could mean

that the plant would
have to be closed down

for weeks or even
for months, uh,

depending on the
extent of the repairs.

That plant, I understand,
barely operates in the black.

I suppose an alarmist
might think that any shutdown

could lead to the plant
being closed permanently,

in which case, of course,
you'd lose your best customer.

Now, is that why you went
running straight to Mrs. Wilmet?

I am not an alarmist,
Mr. Kelly, but Doc Taylor did say

that the plant would
have to be closed down.

Yes, closed.

Oh, surely, as mayor, there's
something you could have done...

Somehow covered
up the whole matter?

Oh, no, not even if I wanted to.

The refinery is outside the
city, it's outside the county,

Mr. Kelly, and that
report was for the state.

They had to be informed,
and Doc Taylor told me that,

even as he was talking to me,

Miss Terry was
typing the report.

I could hear her.

"It was late, after
working hours.

"Just as I was
going out the door,

I heard him talking
to the mayor."

Now, you weren't actually
going out the door, were you?

You were actually still in
the office, typing that report.

Yes, I did type the report.

I finished it, he
signed it, and I left.

But I checked.

The state never
received such a report,

the police didn't find it,
and it's not in your office.

I had nothing to do
with Dr. Taylor's death.

Please believe me.

He was alive and
well when I left him,

alive and well with
that report on his desk.

You can ask...
Yes, Miss Terry, yes,

I can ask the person you always
contacted with news like that,

the same person you
must have called that night

right after you left the
office... Mr. Jack Baker.

Sure, she called me. So what?

She was a friend of
mine and Mrs. Wilmet's.

Linda was always
calling with information.

Such things, for instance,

as the truth about the death
of Miss Wilmet's daughter?

No.

Shall we recall Linda Terry
to the stand and ask her

whether or not Dr. Taylor
ever let the truth slip out

and whether she ever told
you about the tragic happenings

- of that night?
- Well, she might have mentioned it to me.

But so what?

There was nothing
anybody could do about it.

Oh, but there was.

Didn't you use the
information to force Dr. Taylor

to close the bowling alley
before he actually was ready to?

Well, he didn't need to
be blackmailed, did he?

There was a reason
for closing the place.

And for closing the refinery?

Oh, look, I-I don't know
what you're getting at.

The night the doc was
killed, I was in a movie,

sitting next to Rose Carol.

Yes, in a movie theater

just around the corner
from the city hall.

Oh, what are you trying to say?

That you could have
slipped out of the theater,

around the corner to the city
hall, up to Max Taylor's office,

and destroyed the report
which condemned to total closure

the refinery after you fought
with and killed Dr. Taylor.

That's a dirty lie.

I was with Rose; I couldn't.

Well... ask her.

Yes, yes, he was in
the theater with me.

Mrs. Carol, is
there a Mr. Carol?

No, I'm a widow
like Mrs. Wilmet.

You were aware, were
you not, that you were

the sole beneficiary of the oil
refinery in Mrs. Wilmet's will?

Yes, she made no secret of that.

This date with Jack Baker...

Was it the first time
you went out with him?

No, Jack and I...
We've been seeing

quite a good deal
of one another.

Then, I assume you were aware,

about two weeks
ago he bought a ring...

What the jeweler refers
to as an engagement ring.

Of course I was aware of it.

It was for me.

We're engaged.

No!

No, it's a lie!

Linda, no, please.

He can't be engaged to you.

It's impossible.

Not two weeks but
over three months ago

he gave me a ring.

I know I promised
to keep it a secret,

but you've got to
tell, you've got to.

This first date with Jack
Baker... was it before or after

he found out you were
going to inherit the refinery?

It was after.

Through you, he hoped to
end up owning that refinery,

but a panicky, greedy man might
think there'd be nothing to own

if Dr. Taylor's
report were sent out

and the state
closed that refinery.

Isn't that right?

I-I... Mrs. Carol, Jack Baker...

Was he with you in the next
seat all through that movie?

He said to say, if I
were asked, that...

No, no.

He said he wasn't feeling well.

He went out to the
lobby for some fresh air.

Oh, you murderer!

You didn't come back,
not for over half an hour!

Well, with the
place all locked up,

at least we have
it all to ourselves.

Come on, Marge, you'll never
have another chance like it.

Why, we could just stay here
in our own private bowling alley.

You'd better pack
in plenty of supplies.

How long will it take to run
in that new water line, Bill?

Well, Della, we figure
about two months longer

than our second
mortgage will hold out.

Well, stop figuring so much.

The Duchess and I have
just been down to the bank,

and she seems to think
that you and the refinery

might as well sink
or swim together.

I'd like to help if
you don't mind, Bill.

Oh, Duchess, if you don't mind

a whole lot of things.

I know a baby who could
sure use a grandmother.

I think this is about
where we came in, darling,

with a bowling lesson.

Hey, I know you.

You're my wife.

Well, I certainly don't see
what's so hard about that.