All language subtitles for The.Alfred.Hitchcock.Hour.1962.S01E04.I.Saw.the.Whole.Thing.DVD

Good evening.

I am organizing a key club.

It seems to be the thing to do.

For the uninitiated, a key club is one
which members can enter only if they

possess a key.

These clubs are terribly exclusive since
membership is limited to men.

My club is completely different.

It is for women.

Inside the club is everything a woman
could want, including me.

You see, I am the club's only bunny.

This evening's story is not about key
clubs.

It is about a man who finds himself in a
unique predicament and is called I Saw

the Whole Thing.

If you wish to see the whole thing, I
suggest you watch this spot closely for

the next 60 minutes.

Hiya, Penny.

You waiting for somebody?

Not for you.

I called you Japan Thursday, but the
warden said you were out.

Hey, I'm having a big bash at my place
next week.

Interested? Look, Freddy, can't you take
a hint?

You know I'm going steady with George.

Is that who you're waiting for?

Well, you kindly flake off.

Oh, he's the jealous type, huh? He'll go
stark staring ape if he finds you

hanging around me again, so if you don't
mind... Okay, okay.

See you around.

My name is Michael Barnes.

I, uh... Speak up, please.

My name is Michael Barnes. I, uh... I
had an auto accident yesterday.

My car hit somebody.

A man on a motorcycle.

Yes, we've been looking for you.

I heard you broadcast the one where you
were asking for witnesses.

Just a minute.

Get me Lieutenant Sweet.

Your license number, PN-3271? Yes.

Lieutenant Sweet, the driver of the
hit-and-run case is here.

Yes, sir, he just walked in.

Okay.

You prepared to make a statement, Mr.
Barnes?

That's what I'm here for.

This is Lieutenant Sweet of the
automobile squad.

This man's name is Michael Barnes,
Lieutenant.

His license number checked out.

I'm very sorry about all this.

I'm sure you are.

The broadcast didn't say too much about
the man's condition. Is he going to be

all right?

He's got a pretty bad concussion and a
couple of broken ribs. But the doctor

thinks he'll be all right.

Come with me, Mr. Barnes.

On Tuesday, May 17th, my car was heading
north through the town of Greensville.

There's a stop sign at the intersection
of Holland Avenue and Greensville Road.

My car stopped at the stop sign, and
then when no traffic appeared in any

other direction, proceeded to cross the
road.

A motorcycle came out of nowhere and
headed in the direction of my car. It

was going very fast.

The driver of the motorcycle decided to
pass in front of my car, and he ran into

it. He was thrown over the top and
landed on the road.

My car stopped and then went on.

That sound about right to you?

Did I say it just like that?

Not very good English, and I'm supposed
to be an author.

We don't want fiction now, Mr. Bond.
It's just the truth.

My car stopped and then went on.

Like to add anything to that?

That doesn't sound very good for me,
does it?

You say this statement's going to be
read in court.

If you prosecute it, it will be.

You mean there's a chance that I won't
be prosecuted?

Well, that's not for me to say. The
district attorney is assembling the

evidence.

That's why they've asked for witnesses
to come forward.

I can tell you right now there were
plenty of them.

What kind of an author are you, Mr.
Barnes?

I write crime stories.

Hmm. I never read them myself.

The cops are always too dumb.

Now, if you'll just sign this statement.

Say, will I have to be kept here very
long? My wife is in the hospital. I'd

like to get over there. Just sign the
statement, and then we'll let you go.

We'll be in touch with you later.

Cheer up, Mr. Barnes.

Women have had babies before.

I suppose I have been pretty jittery
about all this.

You know Stella's report card better
than I do.

I mean, if you struck out twice
already... This isn't a ballgame. If she

got this far, I'm sure she'll be all
right.

It mustn't go wrong this time. It just
mustn't. She wants this baby so badly.

You know, you older fathers are always
the worst.

Water?

Especially if it's the first baby.

It isn't easy for a woman who's not so
young, is it? I mean, Stella's 36.

Do you have any children, Doctor? Three
incredibly hungry ones, shooting up like

weeds. Kids get older fast, and so do
parents.

Are you sure that she's going to be all
right? I mean, she's not as nervous as

when I brought her in this morning. She
seemed a little worried, but that's only

natural.

Truth is, it's not just Stella that I'm
anxious about.

Something happened yesterday. I was in
an auto accident.

Motorcycle ran into me. Man who was
riding it was hurt.

Stella doesn't know about it yet. Was
the man badly hurt?

He'll recover.

Might be some upsetting things in the
newspaper.

Might even be a trial.

I see.

Well, I suppose the sensible thing to do
is to keep the whole thing quiet.

At least until your wife feels well. Oh,
could you do that? That would mean a

great deal to me. Yes.

I'll speak to the nurses and see that
she's kept out of touch with the world.

You know, I never did prescribe
newspaper headlines for my patients.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You got over here pretty quickly.

The way you sounded on the phone, I
thought the house was burning down.

I don't smell any smoke.

I had to come over to your place, except
I didn't want to leave the house. It's

Stella. She's in the hospital. Might be
a call.

So soon? Mm-hmm. Thought the baby wasn't
due for a month. Rush order.

Can I fix you a drink, Counselor? No
objections, Your Honor.

Not to the rock.

So that's it.

Stella. What?

I've just been weighing the bags under
your eyes.

You look like a man with troubles.

I spoke to Dr. Palmer, and he says that
everything's all right so far, but you

know Stella. You know how nervous she
can get. She's... Already lost two

babies. Mike, you didn't ask me over to
talk about Stella.

What's the matter?

Haven't you been reading the papers?

Well, not the local ones.

I got back from the coast this morning.

It looks like I'm facing a criminal
action.

You?

What did you do? Ride yourself into one
of your own stories?

Had an accident driving through town
last week. A motorcycle ran into my car.

It wasn't my fault, but... Well, I... I
just didn't stop.

You mean you... I didn't stop. I lost my
head.

I drove on.

There were plenty of people around to
help the guy.

Maybe too many people.

You mean witnesses?

Mm-hmm.

I turned myself in the next morning
after I drove Stella to the hospital.

Hit and run.

Well, that could be serious, even if
they were mitigating circumstances.

Yes, but other things, too. Now, the
witnesses claim that I didn't stop at a

stop sign, that I passed right through
it. Now, that's not true.

But that's what they say.

Any witnesses on your side? Yes.

Who?

Me.

Jerry, what's the sentence for that kind
of a crime?

You're talking about two crimes.

Hit and runs of felony, passing a stop
sign is a traffic violation.

This could be serious for the victim's
critical.

How is he?

He's got a concussion, but they say he's
going to be all right.

But Stella, that's a different story.

If she knew what was going on... And she
doesn't?

The hospital's keeping the newspapers
away from her.

But if I had to go to jail, I couldn't
hide that fact very long.

And you're positive you stopped at that
stop sign?

I stopped.

I stopped!

That's what's so crazy about this whole
thing.

Now, five witnesses go to the district
attorney's office and swear that I

didn't. How do you figure a thing like
that, Jerry?

You don't know any of these people.
Never saw any of them before in my life.

Now, how could they see something that
never happened? Mike, I'm not a criminal

lawyer, but I've been around enough
courtrooms to know that an eyewitness

can be the weirdest animal in the zoo.

Personally, I like a good, clean case of
circumstantial evidence.

Five eyewitnesses can tell you the five
different stories about the same... So

these five are telling the same story,
and they're all wrong.

What's a jury going to think about that?

Well, you leave that up to your
attorney.

I'm going to give you the name of a man
I know.

I'm not hiring an attorney, Jerry.

What?

No, I'm going to defend myself.

Where did you get such a cockamamie
idea?

Just because you're a hotshot mystery
writer?

No, I'm going to defend myself.

I've been around courtrooms before, you
know.

I just don't dream up that stuff that I
write that has to be authentic these

days. A man who keeps his own counsel...
That's a fool for a lawyer, I know, I

know.

But I've thought a lot about this. This
is something I've got to do.

There are reasons, believe me.

All right, now you're Clarence Darrow.

So, what do you want from me?

Talk, advice, anything you can give me.
Jerry, you've got to show me how to

shake up those witnesses.

All right.

So we'll talk.

Thank you.

Can I, uh... Can I fix you another
drink?

Better put on a pot of coffee.

A big pot.

And, Mike... I'm your friend, right?

I'm telling you the truth, Jerry.

Maybe nobody will believe it, but...
It's the truth.

Mr. Anderson, you may make your opening
remarks to the jury.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Members of the jury, the defendant in
this trial is charged with a felony

known to you as hit-and-run.

The case for the prosecution is a simple
one.

We'll bring to the witness stand five
independent eyewitnesses.

Each one of them will give you direct
evidence regarding the accident in

question.

None of these witnesses has any interest
in this case.

None of them knows either the defendant
or the man who was injured, Harold

Brady.

I would like for you to listen very
carefully to their testimony.

Now, each of these witnesses will tell
you without qualification that the

accused, Michael Barnes, was involved in
a collision between his vehicle and a

motorcycle at Holland Avenue and
Greensville Road.

Your Honor, I've just received some
important information regarding this

case.

The victim of the accident, Harold
Brady, has just died as a result of his

injuries. In view of this development, I
request that the hit-and-run charge be

dismissed.

The case can then be refiled with a
charge of involuntary manslaughter.

Mr. Anderson, are you ready to call your
first witness?

Yes, Your Honor. The prosecution calls
Miss Penelope Sanford.

Penelope Sanford.

Hold it, ma'am.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the

truth, so help your God?

I do.

State your full name.

Penelope Sanford.

Take the witness stamp.

Miss Sanford, you live at 12 Ridgewood
Drive in Greensville?

That's right.

But on the day in question, you were at
the corner of Holland Avenue and...

Greensville Road, weren't you?

I was waiting for somebody.

The creep.

I beg your pardon?

I was waiting for George Peabody.

And who was George Peabody?

The creep I was waiting for.

Miss Sanford, I assume George Peabody is
a friend of yours?

Not anymore, he's not.

All right, Miss Sanford, so now we know
why you were there.

But let's get to the accident itself.

You were the witness to what happened on
May 17th?

Well, I don't remember the date. It was
on a Tuesday.

But you remember the accident?

Oh, it was awful.

I had to look away so as not to see it.
But you saw what happened before you

looked away?

Of course.

All right. Will you please tell the
court exactly what you saw?

Well, I saw this man flying over the
car, and then I didn't look anymore.

But what did you see before that?

Now, please start at the beginning.

The beginning? You mean George?

No, not about George.

Miss Sanford, this is a diagram of the
intersection where the accident took

place. Would you mind showing us what
happened?

Oh, sure.

The car was coming from there, and the
motorcycle was coming from there.

Now, when you first saw the car, where
was it?

Coming down the road.

And did it stop at the stop sign?

Oh, no, it went right through.

How fast?

Oh, like that.

And it didn't stop at all?

Not until it got in the middle of the
road. That's when the motorcycle hit it.

How fast was the motorcycle going?

Oh, pretty slow, I think. He was very
cute.

Who was?

The boy on the motorcycle.

I saw him before the ambulance took him
away.

Thank you, Miss Sanford.

I have no further questions.

Mr. Barnes, do you wish to
cross-examine?

Yes, Your Honor.

Miss Sanford, you were standing on the
street across from a place called

Harry's.

Oh, yes, I always stand there.

I mean, it wouldn't look very good
standing in front of a bar.

Yes. Now, Miss Sanford, you told Mr.
Anderson that you looked up and you saw

this motorcycle driver flying over the
car.

Is that right?

Yes. And then you turned your head away.

That's right.

Miss Sanford, are you sure that your
head wasn't turned away before the

accident? Oh, no, I saw the whole thing.

Miss Sanford, do you remember what you
were thinking about before the accident?

What I was thinking about?

How should I know?

Well, I mean, you weren't thinking about
the accident just then, were you?

Well, of course not. It hadn't happened
yet.

Objection, Your Honor.

This is not a relevant question.

It is relevant, Your Honor.

Now, the witness has just told in detail
how the accident happened.

Now, I know that it didn't happen that
way, and I want to know what was on her

mind at the time.

Well, I'll not stop you, Mr. Barnes.

But I'll caution you not to carry this
line of questioning too far.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Miss Sanford, you spoke of a George
Peabody.

Don't even mention his name to me.

Now, when you talked about him, you
called him something.

What was it?

Shall I have it read back?

Will the recorder please read back Miss
Sanford's statement?

Question.

And who is George Peabody?

Answer, the creep I was waiting for.

Thank you.

That doesn't sound like you like George
Peabody very much. And yet you made an

appointment to meet him that Tuesday.
Well, sure I did.

I waited on that corner for an hour and
he never even showed his face.

And you were a little upset because you
were stood up.

Well, wouldn't you be?

Wearing your best dress and everything
and he never even showed.

In fact, you were quite angry.

You see, we had this fight the week
before. I mean, it wasn't my fault.

George gets a whacked out of his skull
at the least little thing.

Well, anyway, I went to this bash at
Freddy Drew's place.

You know, Freddy digs me too much, and
George went ape about it.

Your Honor, I think I might be able to
translate.

You see, it appears that George is
highly excitable, and Miss Sanford went

to a party where the host... Freddy.

Where a young man named Freddy paid her
considerable attention.

And this made George quite angry.

Is that right, Miss Hampton? Oh, yes,
sir.

Anyway, we had this fight and he didn't
call me for over a week.

George, I mean.

And then two hours before the accident,
he gave me a bell.

A telephone call.

He wanted me to meet him at the corner
of Holland and Greensville at 6.30.

And you were waiting there, growing
considerably more angry when the

accident occurred.

That's right.

And you were pretty busy thinking about
George, too, weren't you?

I'll say I was. Oh, boy, the things I
was going to tell him. Yes.

You were dreaming up all the things you
were going to say to George when you saw

him. And you weren't thinking about
anything else, were you? You just wait

till I think. You didn't notice people
or cars or motorcycles or anything?

Oh, but I did. I couldn't help hearing
that. You couldn't help hearing that

accident, now could you? Oh, no, it was
an awful crash. That was the first you

knew of the accident, the sound of the
screeching brakes.

And that's when you looked up.

I don't think it was that way. Isn't it
true that you only think you saw the car

go through that stop sign?

Well, everybody said it did. I mean, all
the other people. That's right.

You thought you heard all the other
people talking about it, and you

believed it.

That's all, Miss Sanford.

You may step down.

Your Honor, the prosecution now calls
Colonel John Hoy.

You saw me swear to tell the truth, the
whole truth, nothing but the truth, so

help me God. I do.

State your full name.

John Hoy.

Take the button.

Colonel

Hoy,

you live at the southwest corner of
Holland Avenue and Greensville Road?

Yes, I do.

On the diagram, that would be about
there, wouldn't it?

Right again.

You were on the outside of your house on
the day of May 17?

Yes, I was in my garden. Will you please
tell the court exactly what you saw on

that day? As I said, I was in my garden.
I grow roses, prize roses.

I saw a sports car speeding down the
street heading to the intersection.

How fast was that car traveling, would
you say?

I don't know how fast. Fast.

So fast it couldn't stop at the sign on
the corner.

It passed the stop sign?

Yes. Then this motorcycle came west on
Holland.

It was bound to be a crash.

And you saw that the motorcycle couldn't
have avoided it.

Sir, you asked me to make my report, and
I'm trying to make it. If you'll please

let me finish.

Ah, Colonel, there's no need for temper.

Counselor's only trying to make your
testimony clear.

Be a lot clearer if he'd allow me to
tell it my own way.

I'm sorry, Colonel. I'll try not to
interrupt again.

Please go on.

Well, there's not a lot left to tell.

Car went through the stop sign.

Motorcycle hit him.

The driver went on.

Did the driver of the car change his
speed through all this?

Only at the last minute when he braked.
It was too late then.

And the motorcycle that was approaching
from the east, what sort of speed was he

going at?

I'm not sure. Moderate, I'd say. But not
so moderate that he couldn't have

avoided the crash?

It's a question of ballistics.

He couldn't have avoided the car any
more than a bullet can avoid a target.

The sports car was right in front of
him.

Shouldn't allow a car like that. They
should keep it on a racing track.

Shouldn't allow it on the streets.

Just one more question, Colonel.

Have you known either the accused or the
injured before or after the accident?

That's two questions.

No, it's four, as a matter of fact.
Answer them all, please.

No, no, no, no.

That'll be all, Colonel. Thank you.

Mr. Barnes, do you wish to
cross-examine?

Colonel Hoey.

I hope you won't take offense at what
I'm going to ask you. Your Honor, I

object. I'm afraid that is not the
prerogative of a witness, Colonel.

This man was the driver of the sports
car. I see no reason... It's perfectly

legal. Mr. Barnes has chosen to act in
his own defense.

Now, you will answer his questions just
as you did Mr. Anderson's. Thank you,

Your Honor.

Colonel, I'd like to repeat what I said.
I don't mean to be offensive, but...

Well, I noticed that you're lame.

I've only got one leg.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know that.

By any chance, did you lose that leg in
an auto accident?

I did not. I lost it at Corregidor.

I'm sorry.

It's just that you seem to have such a
prejudice against sports cars. I was

just looking for a reason.

Is that a question?

No. No, merely an observation.

Colonel, would you mind telling me what
you were thinking about when you were in

your garden?

Thinking? What business is that of
yours?

Well, you must have been thinking about
something.

You said you saw my car driving down the
street. And what were you thinking about

just then?

I was thinking about how fast it was
going. And that's all?

I was also thinking about my roses.

Your prize roses? That's right.

You're very proud of your roses, aren't
you, Colonel? Anything wrong in that?

No. No, of course not.

Colonel, you're a widower, aren't you?

That's correct.

You don't have any children?

No. You don't seem very sure about that
answer, Colonel.

I have no children.

Did you ever have any children?

Your Honor, this man is out of order.

It seems to me that... Answer the
question, Colonel.

Yes, I had a son.

Oh? And what happened to him, Colonel?

He was killed.

I'm sorry.

Was he in the war, too?

No, he was killed when he was three
years old.

I see.

You must think of him often, don't you?

Perhaps you were even thinking of him at
the time of the accident.

Colonel, I'm sorry to have to ask you
this, but how did your son die?

One of your sports cars got him.

We now take time out to hear from an
unscheduled witness.

Your local station.

We've asked him to limit himself to the
bare facts of the case. But

unfortunately, he is a garrulous fellow.

So I'm afraid you're in for some
extraneous details.

Oh, back so soon.

I thought you'd become lost among all
those commercials, announcements,

bulletins and reminders.

Just in case you may still remember what
happened in the first half of our story.

we present one more distraction.

Mr. Stewart, we've been hearing a lot
about faulty observation in this trial.

Do you feel that you saw the accident
clearly?

Absolutely. You feel that your powers of
observation weren't impaired on the day

of May 17th?

Not in the least.

You weren't preoccupied with, uh,
romantic problems?

I've been happily married for 24 years.
And you're not prejudiced against sports

cars? No.

As a matter of fact, I gave my son a
sports car on his 21st birthday.

Well, Mr. Stewart, since Mr. Barnes is
bound to ask this question, perhaps you

can tell me what you were thinking about
at the time of the accident.

Nothing at all.

Except maybe about the fool who caused
it.

You were in your own car at the time?

Yes. I came up right behind him.

How close were you to the actual
collision?

I would say about 25 yards.

Then you were able to observe the
accident.

Oh, I saw it all right.

I saw the motorcycle coming from the
right, and I saw the sports car stop in

the middle of the road.

Then the motorcycle hit the car, and the
driver went over the top.

What did you do then, Mr. Stewart?

I put on my brakes and got out of my car
to help the man.

And the sports car?

It just drove away.

You mentioned the fool who caused the
accident.

Well, let's be more charitable and call
him the man.

Which man did you refer to, Mr. Stewart?

Why, that one, of course.

That'll be all. Thank you.

Defense may cross-examine.

Mr.

Stewart, it looks like...

Like the prosecution has sort of stolen
my thunder, hasn't he?

I mean, after all, we now know that you
weren't thinking about anything at all,

don't we?

That's right.

Isn't that a little unusual?

I mean, I may be peculiar, but I know
that I can't keep from thinking, no

matter what I'm doing.

Now, right now, for instance, I'm
thinking about that tie that you're

wearing, the corn on my right foot, and
the temperature in here.

I was thinking about my driving.

Do you always keep your mind on your
driving?

Yes. That's why I've never had an
accident.

Mr. Stewart, how fast was your car
traveling behind me?

Maybe 40 miles an hour. And you had no
trouble stopping at the stop sign,

traveling at that speed?

I reduced speed when I saw the stop
sign.

Oh, we just told the court that you put
on your brakes when you saw the

accident. I didn't say that.

Oh, yes, but I think you did.

Your Honor, may I have that statement
read back, please?

Please read that part of Mr. Stewart's
testimony.

Mr. Stewart, the motorcycle hit the car
and the driver went over the top.

Mr. Anderson, what did you do then?

Mr. Stewart, I put on my brakes and got
out of the car.

I meant it. I put on my parking brakes.

I'd already stopped the car.

Isn't it possible that you hadn't braked
at all? That you only put on the brakes

when you saw the motorcycle?

And that you were so busy stopping your
own car that you didn't see anything?

Not anything at all?

No. I saw the whole thing.

Your car did not stop at the stop sign.

And the accident was due entirely to
your careless driving.

Thank you, Mr. Peterson. That's all I
wanted to know.

Oh, uh, just one moment, Mr. Peterson.

Mr. Barnes may have some questions.

Mr. Peterson, I'm sorry to disturb you.

Oh, that's all right.

Mr. Peterson, your story seems to be the
same as everyone else's.

Shows it must be true, then. Either that
or you're all wrong.

Mr. Peterson, you've testified here in
court that you were coming out of a

tavern called Harry's when you saw the
accident.

Did I say that?

Yes. Would you like to change your
testimony?

No, no, no.

I was either coming out or going in, one
or the other.

Well, it might be important to know
which one it was.

Now, if you were coming out, then you
were facing the street. But if you were

going in, then you must have been facing
the door.

Not necessarily.

How do you mean?

I mean...

Sometimes I've come out facing the door.

You mean you've been evicted from
Harry's?

Oh, no, I wouldn't say that.

Were you ever thrown out of the tavern?

No, no, I wouldn't call it that.
Sometimes I have been assisted out.

Were you assisted on May 17th?

No.

My leave was purely financial.

Pockets was empty.

Hold on.

How many drinks would you say that you'd
had?

Well, I'd say one or two.

My old lady asked me.

Well, I'm asking you, Mr. Peterson.

Oh, in that case, I'd say five or six.

And were you seeing things pretty
clearly?

Young man, when I start seeing things, I
stop drinking.

Well, I mean seeing things like on the
street, the accident.

Oh, that. Oh, yeah, I saw that right.

You saw that very clearly.

No, thank heavens, no.

Well, Mr. Peterson, you gave the court a
pretty detailed picture of what

happened. Did I?

Yes.

Now, isn't it the truth that you were
intoxicated when you left Harry's?

I should hope so. That you had five or
six drinks at the bar and you were just

plain drunk. Now, isn't that right?

I like the other word better.

Intoxicated? Yeah.

And then you couldn't give a detailed
picture of exactly what happened.

I did my best.

Mr. Peterson, this is very important.
Now, did you or did you not see that

sports car stop at the stop sign?

I guess I can't remember that part.

All I remember is that fellow going
through the air.

It was a sobering sight.

So I just went back into Harry's.

Thank you, Mr. Peterson.

There's no use congratulating yourself,
Mike.

Peterson doesn't make that much
difference. Yes, but you heard him. Now,

what kind of a witness is that? He
admitted he was drunk.

Anderson never expected Peterson's
testimony to count for much.

He figured he didn't need it. But that
girl Sanford and the colonel, don't you

think the jury knows what kind of
witnesses Anderson has collected? You're

forgetting Stewart.

Never mind what you think he is. He's a
strong witness, a man who sticks to his

testimony. And he's got a reputation.

Hello.

Oh, yes, Doctor.

Yes?

Yes, I understand.

Well, I'll be here the rest of the
evening, but I won't be here tomorrow.

Look, if nothing happens between now and
then, can I call you?

Okay. All right, thank you.

Stella, she's in the labor room.

Could be another false alarm.

I know.

Mike, you've got to keep your mind out
of the hospital. Get it back to the

courtroom.

Last witness tomorrow.

Miss Joanne Dowling.

Your name is Joanne Dowling?

Well, not exactly.

Well, how do you mean?

That's my maiden name. I was Mrs.

Walter Brooks.

Pardon me a moment, Counselor.

Miss Dowling, do I understand that you
were separated from your husband?

We're divorced.

I see.

Proceed, Counselor.

Miss Dowling...

Would you please tell the court exactly
where you were and what you saw on the

day of the accident?

I was standing at the bus stop when it
happened.

When did you first see the car?

Before it came to the intersection.

And did it stop at the stop sign?

Yes.

Miss Dowling, I asked you if the car
stopped at the stop sign.

And she said yes. You heard her. Will
you please let me conduct my own

examination, Mr. Barnes?

I want to make sure that she understood
the question.

Miss Dowling, did you understand my
question?

Well, you asked if the car stopped at
the sign, and I said yes.

Are you absolutely positive?

I think so.

You think so?

Yes. You think so, but that doesn't show
that you're absolutely positive, does

it?

Well, I... Your Honor, in view of Miss
Dowling's deposition, I wish to treat

her as a hostile witness.

Very well, Counselor.

Miss Dowling, do you know what a
deposition is?

It's a statement you made before the
trial.

Yes. Do you know the accused, Michael
Barnes?

No. Do you know the rider of the
motorcycle?

No. Have you spoken to either of them?

No. Or to their lawyers?

No. Do you remember the statement you
made to the police before the trial at

the time of the accident?

Yes. But you don't remember it very
well, do you? You've changed your mind.

Have I?

Please let the witness read her
statement.

Is that your signature, Miss Darling?

Yes. Well, which is right? What you said
then or what you're saying now?

What I say now.

Why?

Well, because it is. I must have made a
mistake before.

That's all.

Any questions, Mr. Barnes?

No, Your Honor.

Well, don't you even want to ask the
lady what she was thinking about?

No, thank you, Your Honor. Well, I
believe I will.

Tell me, Miss Dowling, what were you
thinking about at the time of the

accident?

Do I have to say?

Oh, yes, I'm afraid so.

I was thinking about my baby.

I see.

What about your baby?

He was going to be adopted.

You were married how long?

Six months.

My husband, he wasn't any good.

So you divorced him.

But couldn't you keep your baby?

My parents didn't want me to.

They said I was too young.

They said I'd never find anybody else if
I was tied down with a baby.

I didn't want to have him adopted, but
they seemed to think it was the only

answer.

Has he been adopted?

No.

That's where I was going the day of the
accident, to see the lawyer about the

consent agreement.

Did you sign the agreement?

No, I never got there.

I was so upset by the accident that I
just went home.

I see. Well, have you signed the
agreement since then?

No. I called him the next day, but he
was busy. He said he wouldn't be able to

see me for another week.

A whole week.

And that baby was with you during that
entire time?

Yes.

Tell me, did you ever get to see this
lawyer?

No.

I finally called him and told him I
wouldn't go through with it.

I love my baby, Your Honor.

What about your parents?

Well, they love him too now.

You know, the truth is that...

If it hadn't been for this accident,
that baby wouldn't be yours right now.

Isn't that right?

That's true.

Yes, you could almost say that Mr.

Barnes did you a favor.

I mean, by having the accident when he
did.

I suppose so.

Mr.

Barnes, do you wish to call any
witnesses for the defense?

Only one, Your Honor.

Myself.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and not let the truth

so help you God? I do.

Would

you

like to make a statement, Mr. Byrne?

Yes.

I just want to say that I am innocent of
this charge.

The accident was not my fault.

I'm sorry that it happened, but it just
wasn't my fault.

That's awesome.

One moment, please.

Your Honor, since Mr.

Barnes has placed himself on the stand,
I'd like the right of cross-examination.

Very well, Counselor.

A fiction writer, Mr. Barnes?

Yes.

Crime fiction, I believe.

Yes.

Well, all we're interested in is facts,
Mr. Barnes.

You know the stop sign at the corner of
Holland Avenue and Greensville Road?

Yes.

Well, at the time of the collision
between your car and the motorcycle, did

you or did you not pass that stop sign?

Look, I've made my statement. I'm
innocent of the charge. The accident was

not my fault.

Answer the question.

That is my answer.

I'll repeat it.

Did you or did you not pass that top
sign?

Well, Mr.

Bynes... I... I refuse to answer that
question on

the grounds that it may tend to
incriminate me.

Your Honor, I think this witness is
confused about his rights.

Yes, Mr. Barnes.

You must answer the question.

But, Your Honor, I don't have to. Yes,
you do.

You see, by taking the witness stand of
your own volition, you have waived your

privilege of the Fifth and Fourteenth
Amendment.

You will answer Mr. Anderson's
questions.

I can't answer it.

Then you refuse to testify.

Mr. Barnes, I must warn you.

Refusal to answer may place you in
danger of contempt.

I've said what I have to say.

I see.

But you won't give this court a simple
yes or no about whether or not you did

or did not pass that stop sign.

No further questions.

Mr. Barnes, I am going to refer a
transcript of this trial to the district

attorney's office to determine whether a
charge of contempt should be placed

against you. That's all. You may step
down.

This court will now adjourn until 10
o'clock tomorrow morning.

It isn't George Peabody.

Hiya, Penny.

I didn't expect you tonight.

Why not?

I didn't even talk to you after the way
you acted.

After the way I acted?

Boy, that's a laugh.

You stood me up, didn't you?

Who, me?

I was there all right. No, you weren't.

Well, yes, I was.

But I figured you didn't want me around.

What you're talking about?

Well, I showed up just like I said.

When I saw you on the corner with
Freddie Drew.

Freddy? George, that was just like a
coincidence. I mean, he was just passing

by. He seemed pretty friendly to me.

Listen, I dig Freddy the least. You know
that.

Anyway, you shouldn't have walked away.
There was a real crazy accident on that

corner.

I know.

I'm a witness at the trial.

No kidding.

The guy who was driving the car is
acting like his own lawyer.

Did you ever hear anything so square?

Only he'll probably go to jail on
account he went right through this stop

sign. No, he didn't.

Oh, yes, he did. Everybody saw that.

He went right through the stop sign and
then the motorcycle hit him.

He didn't go through the stop sign.

He stopped the car first.

You mean you really saw it?

Sure. It was a cream-colored sports car.
He stopped at the sign and then crossed

the road.

This nutty motorcycle ran right into
him.

Well, gee, why didn't you go to the
police when they were asking for

witnesses? Nobody asked me. Come on,
let's twist. Now, wait a minute, George.

I mean, if you really saw it...

Well, that means that everybody was
wrong.

Sure they were wrong. They just weren't
looking. Well, you ought to tell

somebody. I mean, the poor swab's going
to jail, and he's kind of cute, too.

Come on, let's go call him. No, no, not
me.

But you've got to, George. It's only
right.

I don't want to get mixed up in it.

All right, then don't.

But I bet Freddie Drew wouldn't act like
that.

Well, I don't care if it means that much
to you.

Oh, boy, I bet your name will be in all
the papers.

The jury's coming back.

Will the foreman of the jury please
rise?

Has the jury reached its verdict?

Yes, we have.

Do you find the accused, Michael Barnes,
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

You're a lucky man, Mike. You don't know
how close you came to conviction.

The only time you could have seen that
new son of yours would have been on

visit today in the pen.

See, the nurse said he should be right
around here. Of course, you still might

end up there if that contempt charge
holds.

You don't mean that.

I've been trying to tell you. A friend
of mine in the DA's office tipped me

off. There won't be any charge.

That's swell, Terry. That's swell.

Of course.

If it hadn't been for George Peabody, I
wouldn't have given a nickel to your

chances. It did look pretty bad, didn't
it? Name, please.

Barnes. Michael Barnes.

That's my name. We haven't named the
baby yet.

I still don't understand you, though.

Why couldn't you answer the question?

Why did you take the Fifth Amendment?

I'll tell you why, Jerry.

Because I didn't want to commit perjury.

Perjury? Well, you said you were telling
the truth. I was.

But if I'd had to testify under oath
about that day, I'd have had to commit

perjury. There was just no other way.
You're still not making any sense, Papa.

Why couldn't you testify?

Look, you know Stella.

You know how truthful she is. What's
Stella got to do with it? Stella was

sick.

Jerry, you were quite right about those
eyewitnesses. You couldn't have been

more right.

None of them really saw the accident.

In fact, they didn't even see who was
driving.

You see?

I wasn't in that car at all it was
Stella who had the accident

There is sad news about my new key club.

It has become even more exclusive than
we planned.

The sheriff is now our only member.

We've been padlocked.

I shall be back next week with another
drama, scenes of which will appear in

just a moment.