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Impact, the force with which two lives come together.

Sometimes for good, sometimes for evil.

But we have our stockholders to answer to...

Phone Mrs. Williams,.

Tell her to be ready in about an hour and I'll pick her up.

Yes, Mr. Williams.

You phone Sam and and see if those papers on their way over

from the executive.

Yes, Will.

Well, Mr. Mr. Darcy, what's the score, nine to nothing?

I'm afraid it is, Walt.

If you think you can persuade them to change their minds

go right ahead.

Gentlemen, I never interfere in stock issues, dividends,

or anything else in your department.

I must run my department with no interference.

Either I know why and when I need more factory space

or you need another boy.

And that's all right with me too.

Because I can take these plans and pick

my own spot motor production field.

You won't have to worry so much about dividends,

there won't be many.

I'm sure none of us want to lose Walt or our dividends.

What do you say we take another vote?

All in favor of buying the three new factories

signify by saying aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

A unanimous vote.

Congratulations, Walt.

Congratulate the board, they're the winners.

Williams, if these factors are so

valuable that other companies would jump at the chance

to get them, how do you know that you

can buy them at the price you quoted us?

How do I know?

I bought them this morning.

Della, I was asked to rush this up for Mr. Williams.

Did you my wife, Della?

Your maid said she's gone to the dentist.

I gave her the message.

Oh, fine.

Oh, this just came.

Thank you.

What about those papers?

They're here.

Burke's checking them now.

Good.

Congratulations, Walt.

Take a look at clause four, those provisions

haven't been clarified yet.

Oh no?

I wanted to leave for Tahoe right away.

Get Judge Derring on the phone, will ya?

Nevermind.

I can get faster action if I run out to San Rafael myself

and stick with him until they're right.

Yeah?

Mrs. Williams on three.

Oh, put the blueprints of that new diesel in, will ya?

I want Jackson to see them.

Hi, duchess.

I'm afraid now we won't be able to leave til about 5 o'clock.

What?

You're not going with me?

But I counted on it.

But I thought as soon as Dr. Harris took care

of whatever it was, I'd feel better.

I don't.

Stupid thing still aches.

And I certainly wouldn't be a very

desirable driving companion.

Now seriously darling, you run along

and buy your little factories and hurry home.

I'll send your bag to the office.

And cheat me out of my good bye kiss?

Not a chance.

I've got to drive over to San Rafael, I'll stop on the way.

Love me?

Bye, dear.

How do you expect me to whistle through a toothache?

Nothing in in the whole world smells

as sweet as you do, duchess.

I certainly don't feel sweet.

I'm as grouchy as an old bear.

Well, Doc Williams can give you something to fix that.

Close your eyes.

Relax a minute.

Take a look at that and see if you don't feel better.

Oh, Walt.

Oh darling, it's beautiful.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

You know, to quote my wife, I like monograms on things,

it shows they belong to me, unquote.

When did your wife say such a thing Mr. Williams?

About six years ago when I married her.

She gave me the first monogrammed shirts

I ever owned.

Those were the words on the card.

I still have it.

I certainly hope your board of directors

never discovers what a softy you are.

They won't.

Don't worry.

I have only one vulnerable spot.

What really happened this morning?

All I got out of Della was that you stalked out

of the office with blood in your eye

and were back in no time with canary feathers in your mouth.

Oh, I clipped those bird's wings.

They're short.

No one's going to vote me down, sweet.

Not when I know I'm right.

Mm-hmm.

But how did you convince the board of that so quickly?

With subtle hints and then easy persuasion.

Like this.

Either I get what I want or you get yourself another boy.

And that's all right with me too.

Walter.

What a clumsy ox.

I'm sorry, duchess.

Oh please, sweet, don't be so upset.

If you could have seen your face.

Oh, don't bother dear, Su Lin will take care of that.

Not exactly a good prescription for nerves, huh?

You know you're wrong, Dr. Williams.

The way I feel now, a good cat nap

will probably make a new woman out of me.

If it's not going to make you too late.

Yes?

I'm sure that by 5 o'clock I'll...

Swell.

I'll run over to San Rafael and get things ironed out

and be back for you by 5:00 on the nose.

Darling, wait.

That's perfectly, silly.

I'll take a taxi cab and meet you in Sausalito.

There's a drugstore on the corner opposite the square.

I'll be there at 5:00 and we can go straight on up to Tahoe.

That'll save you all that late afternoon traffic and all

the time it will take to come and pick me up.

Smart woman, my wife, thinks of everything.

Where is your bag, honey?

Oh, Su Lin still has some things to press for me.

You sure you don't mind taking a taxi?

Very sure.

Sweet dreams, duchess.

See you at 5:00.

I'd better get going.

Bye, hon.

Long distance.

I want Berkeley seven, nine, seven, two, one.

Hello.

Ah, hi ya, beautiful.

Yeah.

Here.

Don't forget, turn this stuff over

to a bell boy at the Airport Hotel in Oakland.

Tell him to hold it for Jack Burns.

Jack Burns, the Airport Hotel.

That's right.

I'll be checking in later.

What do I owe you?

A $1.15 to here, all this stuff back to Oakland...

Yeah, yeah here.

Buy yourself a new pair of pants.

Fine.

Hey, where's that new woman who was going to meet me?

It's after 5 o'clock.

Oh, gee, I was so sure you were going to be OK.

Maybe you'd better get yourself another dentist, huh?

Of course, I understand, honey, of course.

Just to prove it to you, I'm coming right on home.

No, you really mustn't, darling.

I'm going to be perfectly all right really.

And besides...

Besides what?

Well, I've done something you're not going to like.

You remember Aunt Margaret back in Illinois?

You mean the old gal in Evanston?

I'm way ahead of you.

How much?

Well, It isn't money this time.

It's another relative, her favorite nephew Jim Torrence.

All of a sudden out of the blue just after you left,

he telephoned me from Berkeley.

OK duchess, I'll see you when I get back.

Well you don't understand, dear.

You're going to see him right away.

I'm what?

Well, all he seemed to want was to be

able to get back to Illinois, so...

So you buy him a ticket. That's easy.

Well, it isn't.

I offered to, but he got huffy and said

he didn't want any handouts.

Well, without thinking I told him

we'd pick him up and give him a lift as far as Denver.

I won't say I'm getting exactly an even trade for you.

But where do I find this guy?

Well, he should be there right now.

I told him to be on the lookout for a cream colored roadster,

just in case we failed to recognize

one another after all these years.

Oh darling, you're such a lamb.

Are you sure you forgive me?

What do you think?

Well, I better along.

Your cousin Jim might get nervous.

Take it easy, sweet.

And miss me, will ya?

I do already.

Don't drive fast, and please take care of yourself, softy.

Goodbye.

Hello, Della?

Yeah, Mrs. Williams wasn't able to go with me.

Now, while I'm gone, you see that she

gets her roses every morning.

That's right.

But this time on all the cards put, love from Softy.

Yeah, S-O-F-T-Y.

Hello.

You must be Jim Torrence.

Yeah, that's me.

I'm Walt Williams.

Hi, Jim.

Hi.

Where's Irene?

Oh, she's a little under the weather

at the last minute, worst luck.

Ah, that's too bad.

I was hoping I'd see her.

Yeah, I'm disappointed too.

Where's your luggage?

Ah, I'm wearing it.

Less trouble that way.

Irene tells me you're heading for Illinois.

Yeah.

Goings been a little rough, huh?

I haven't exactly been worried about my income tax.

What's your line, Jim?

Oh, I guess I'm a better salesman than anything else.

Hmm.

You know, I can give you a couple letters when you get

back to Chicago that might help you.

That's fine.

A little in with the top brass never hurts.

What outfit were you with?

Patton's Third Army.

How was it?

Rough.

Except for the time in Italy, I kind of like it there.

Patton's outfit never got to Italy.

Of course.

But most civilians never know or care

and I figured you didn't either.

Well, I fooled you that time.

Our last chance to chow for a while, how about it?

No, thanks.

I grabbed a hamburger while I was waiting for you.

I can still taste the harness.

Are you sure you won't change your mind?

Nah, I'm going to grab a little shut eye.

Chicken sandwich and a Coke.

One chicken sandwich.

Chicken sandwich coming up.

Give me change for a dollar, will you?

Oh, sure.

Thank you.

San Francisco, uh, Klondike two, six, seven, one, four.

Klondike two, six, seven, one, four does not answer.

Oh, well, well, try Setter one, two, five, nine, nine, please.

Bayview Apartments.

Oh yes, Mr. Williams.

No, your maid isn't there tonight, sir.

She said Mrs. Williams was taking something

to make her sleep and wasn't to be disturbed.

But perhaps...

No, no, don't disturb her.

Just leave a message that I won't

forget about a certain problem.

Mhm.

I think I have it, sir.

You want her to forget all about a certain problem.

Softy, is that S-O-F-T-Y?

Softy is going to take care of it thoroughly.

Is that all?

Yes, that's all.

She'll understand.

Be sure she gets it the first thing in the morning.

Bye.

Oh, hi.

It's been so long since I've been behind the wheel

of anything but a Caterpillar or a Jeep,

I had to find out what a real buggy feels like.

Why don't you drive for a while?

That's swell.

Nothing would suite me better.

Tell me, uh, Irene still got that little scar on her cheek?

The one she from the fall?

Yeah.

You can hardly see it now though.

How did you know about that? She just got it last summer.

I thought you said you hadn't seen her for years.

Uh, uh, from Aunt Margaret, of course.

How else?

She always sends me the news in her letters.

I'm sure Aunt Margaret will be pretty happy to see you.

Irene says you're the favorite nephew.

I'm afraid my lovely cousin was just

giving me a build up for your benefit.

You don't know Irene.

Maybe not.

What's the matter?

I think we've got a flat.

Yeah, flat as a flounder.

Well, let's get to work.

I Hey, look out there, young fellow.

It's quite a drop.

You got a flashlight?

I think I have.

Get the jack, I'll take a look.

Did you find it?

Yeah.

It won't be long now.

Come on, let's get going.

Uh, wait a minute.

Did one of your cuff links fall off?

Huh?

Well, something dropped.

I, I saw it fall down there at your feet.

Hm.

It must have rolled under the car.

From Irene and me.

Hello.

Need a hand?

No, no, I'm all set now.

OK.

Goodnight.

Keys.

Need any help, bud?

That guy must be crazy.

Now, in case my husband should be late and have

to rush for his plane, this will be taken care of.

Thank you.

Show Mrs Burns to 302.

Irene and me, sucker.

Irene and me, sucker.

Take care of yourself, Softy, Softy.

Young lady.

Excuse me.

I want to see Mrs. Walter Williams.

I'm sorry, sir.

But she left orders not to be disturbed.

I'm sorry too, Lt.

Quincy of the police department.

Hello.

I thought I left orders not to be... Oh, I see.

Ask him to come up, please.

Yes?

I'm Lt. Quincy with the police department.

I'm study to disturb you at this hour, but may I come in?

Of course.

Well, lieutenant?

Did your husband go on a motor trip late this afternoon?

Why, yes, he went to Denver on business.

Why?

Was he driving a Packard Roadster?

Yes, is, is anything wrong?

I'm afraid there is.

Won't you sit down?

Has, has something happened to my husband?

Yes, Mrs. Williams.

He's dead, isn't he?

Yes.

Oh, Walt, I knew something like this would happen.

I begged him time and again not to pick up hitchhikers.

It wasn't a hitchhiker, Mrs. Williams.

It was just an accident.

He ran into a truck, a gasoline truck.

You mean there was fire?

He must have been driving pretty fast.

I don't think he felt anything after the crash.

If there's nothing more you need me for, lieutenant, I...

I think I understand.

And may I say you've taken this with a great deal of courage.

Goodnight, Mrs. Williams.

Take care of yourself, Softy.

Irene and me, sucker.

Ready?

Yeah.

That Williams must have been quite a guy.

Yeah, he went to work for Universal Motors

as a sheet metal worker.

Mhm.

In less than ten years he's their top production man.

Well, he sure went out in a blaze of glory.

Yeah.

All right, let's go.

Softy.

From Irene and me, sucker.

Softy.

Sucker.

Softy.

Sucker.

Could Mr. Burns have taken a later plane

and still make connections for Mexico City?

I see.

Thank you.

Yes?

There's some telegrams for tar tar.

Just put them under the door, Su Lin.

Please, tar tar, a policeman Quincy most anxious to see you.

Ask him to wait, Su Lin.

Mrs. Williams will see you presently.

You'll wait please.

Flowers for Mrs. Walter Williams.

Thank you.

Roses, Mr. Williams always sends when he is away.

You seem to have been fond of Mr. Williams.

Su Lin is honored to have served him five years.

And he...

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Lieutenant.

I wouldn't be disturbing you again if it wasn't necessary.

And I won't be keeping you but a moment.

You're being very considerate.

Won't you sit down?

Everyone's been most thoughtful.

And why shouldn't they be?

Forgive me.

I'm all right now.

What was it, Lieutenant?

The state police would like to have some information.

They found some wavy skid marks for quite a distance

on the road as if the car had been out of control

when it crashed.

Tell me, was Mr. Williams a reckless driver?

Why no, he was a fast driver, but certainly not reckless.

Well, was he, was he a heavy drinker?

Quite the contrary.

What about his health?

Could he have had a heart attack and lost consciousness

before the accident?

I, no, he, he was in perfect health.

But he'd been working much too hard lately

and, and was overtired.

Perhaps he fell asleep at the wheel last night.

Oh, poor darling.

If only I'd been able to go with him last night

he might still be alive.

Well, maybe and maybe not.

You mustn't blame yourself, Mrs. Williams.

Fate plays an important part in these matters.

Your handkerchief.

When's the next train to San Francisco?

10:00 a.m.

tomorrow.

Uh, you're sure there isn't one sooner?

No, I'm sorry.

We have a circuit now, sir.

Evanston calling Mrs. Margaret Hubbard's

residence in Evanston.

One moment please.

Hello?

Mrs. Margaret Hubbard?

Yes.

Who's this?

Long distance.

I have a call from Mr. James Torrence.

Who?

Mr. James Torrence.

He's a nephew, Jim Torrence.

The call is for your nephew Jim Torrence.

I haven't any nephew, and I don't know any Jim Torrence.

Sir, uh, Mrs. Hubbard says she doesn't...

What's the matter, son?

Looks like you need a doctor.

A doctor?

I can't leave the station, but old Doc.

Bender's just across the road there.

Yeah.

Doctor. Think you can make it?

Yeah.

I'll make it.

Now, take it easy, man.

There's some concussion there.

You've got to watch your step for a while.

Yeah.

Walter Williams' beautiful widow, who by her own request,

sat alone in the family alcove during the service.

Smart, someone might have caught her licking her chops.

Hey, what's that?

Walter Williams.

Walter, hey, ain't that the guy that... For the love of Mike,

what is that briefcase doing here?

He's dead.

They did him a dirty tricky if he ain't.

Now, wait a minute.

Don't touch it.

We better turn it over to the police.

Homicide, Captain Callahan.

Oh yes, Chief.

The Duke just came in from Washington.

The fingerprints are those of a James Torrence.

I'm putting Quincy on it.

Right.

That opens up a new can of peas on the Williams accident.

There's the FBI report on the guy.

Playing with ladies' affections seems to come natural with him.

All you've got to do, Quincy, is find him.

Yes, that's all I've got to do.

Last known whereabouts of Jim Torrence

was in a moving van somewhere between Sacramento and points

east.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Last known address care of his sister, Mrs. Joseph Rosetti,

Irving Apartments, Berkeley.

Well, what are you waiting for, Quincy?

Let's go.

Did Torrence leave any forwarding address?

No, he said he was going to send it to me.

Sorry to trouble you.

Oh, uh, Lieutenant.

If you should happen to hear from him, will you let me know?

There's an unpaid telephone bill and a bundle of laundry.

Laundry?

Let's have a look.

Maybe I'll have to take this along with me.

Not without a receipt, you don't.

You mean you don't trust the police?

In my business you don't trust anybody.

Mine too.

Holy St. Valentine's Day.

Look he had the same thing on his shirts too.

Well, romance in your late tenant's life.

Did you ever see the lady?

You know, I never did.

But I always knew when she'd been

here, the wonderful perfume.

I'll lay you ten to one she's a rich widow.

Could be.

But I'll get you his telephone bill.

Pretty fancy stuff for a hitchhiker.

Yeah, but he's a pretty fancy hitchhiker.

According to the shirt maker, a certain lady in the town

had these made special.

And they're just like her husband's

only his initials were WW.

Sort of smells, don't it, Cal?

Now, take a look at this little item.

It was also found in the laundry.

I for Irene and W for... Well, it could be for Williams too,

couldn't it?

Yeah.

Homicide, Callahan speaking.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Fritz.

What news?

Uh-huh.

Any luck?

Both days, huh?

Swell.

Have it typed up and sign it.

This report from Fritz will be a nice little topper

for this pile.

His check up shows calls from Torrence's phone

to Williams' private number.

And a flock of them going the other way including one

on the seventh and several on the eighth.

The eighth in case you've forgotten

is the date of Walt Williams' accidental death.

That ought to be enough to get an indictment out

of the grand jury.

Go pick her up.

I'd like to play a long shot first.

It might give us two for one.

Well, take them one at a time.

A bird in the hand...

Is not going to lead us to its mate.

I'd like to give the lady a little more rope.

Well I...

Thanks, I thought you'd agree.

Well, Lieutenant, uh, you just caught me.

I was...

I'm glad.

I have some rather startling news

I thought you should know before it hits the headlines.

Come in.

Thank you.

Sit down, won't you, Lieutenant?

Thank you.

I'm very anxious to hear about this news.

It seems that your first hunch, remember, that a hitchhiker was

responsible for your husband's death, well, Mrs. Williams,

you may have been right.

Why, I, I don't understand,

Your husband's briefcase turned up in Kansas City

yesterday in a moving van that had stopped

at the scene of the accident that night.

Apparently the murderer made his getaway in it.

That explains the wavy skid marks

that made us suspect your husband was

ill or unconscious at the time of the crash.

Yes, I, I suppose it does.

And by now the man is probably out of the country

and never will be found.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Williams.

There were fingerprints on that briefcase.

And as soon as we get the FBI report from Washington

his identity will be known and this description

sent out on police broadcast.

Oh, we'll find him all right.

But just know we're keeping things quiet so the murderer

will feel safe until we are ready to close in on him.

Yes, I I can see the wisdom of that.

Yes, I thought you would understand and cooperate.

As soon as we know his name, it is possible

that you might recognize it as someone with a motive.

There's that possibility.

You know I'll do everything I can to help.

Are you sure of it?

Now, I'll run along.

You'll hear from me.

I'll let myself out.

Don't bother.

And don't worry.

Good day.

See, everything after the letter J in the first name

has been obliterated by heavy writing over it.

The only impressed letters legible

are those between words or before them,

like RNS at the end of this name here.

And the Hotel Santa here before the word Evanston.

Well, Tom, don't you think it's about time you retire?

Why there isn't even evidence there of Mrs. Williams

intent to communicate with Torrence.

And who do you think she beat a path to the telegraph office

to wire to, the League of Decency?

I'll tell you what I think.

That you should have brought her in when I first told you to.

By the time you get her now, she'll

have figured out a way to tip Torrence off.

He'll be that much tougher to find.

Not unless she's tipped him off from your office.

Ernie's got her on ice waiting for you.

Pretty good, huh?

Fastest growing little town in Idaho.

Have a heart, son.

Are you trying to wreck that engine?

Oh.

Sure, it's a hobby of mine.

The way you're going at it you can't miss.

Here, I just can't let you ruin that beautiful motor.

Back her up.

OK, start her up.

Shut it off.

You're certainly not a mechanic by trade with hands like that.

Maybe it's a hobby of mine.

Gee, what happened to your head?

Perhaps I was talking when I should have been listening.

OK?

OK by me.

Thanks a lot, Harold.

So long, Marsha.

Bye.

She's all right now.

You better lay it off until the boss gets back.

I'm the boss.

I guess the new cars are a little bit over my head,

Now, with a jalopy it's different.

Aren't there any mechanics around here you can hire?

No, they all went over to the new factory in Mannsville.

I guess they got better wages.

Tough break.

How much do I owe you?

Oh, forget it.

But I'll be shoving along.

Well, at least have a Coke on the house.

You might as well.

Marsha, can I use your phone a minute please?

- Sure, help yourself, Uncle Ben. - It never rains but it pours.

650 please.

Flat tire this morning and now the danged engine

stalled on me.

Nice and cold.

Woodson's Garage.

No, I did not give you the wrong number.

Fine thing using my phone to cheat me out of a repair bill.

Aren't you ashamed?

Gave me the wrong number.

650 please.

You're a nice girl, Marsha Peters

and your Ma's a fine woman.

And I'll always buy my gas and oil here.

But you ain't never going to tinker with my car again.

Busy?

Busy, always busy.

Wait a minute.

We're not so busy.

Would you like to do another good deed

and give Uncle Ben a hand?

Why not? Where is your car, mister?

Maybe I can help you.

Why, are you a good mechanic?

Very good and very reasonable.

Well, just what you need, girl.

Better hire him.

It's an idea, Uncle Ben.

Come on.

Thanks for the Coke.

Sure.

Well, I got Uncle Ben fixed up all right.

Nothing but a sticky carburetor valve.

Goodbye.

Well, I hope he paid you.

What for?

It only took a minute.

You're certainly not money conscious stranger.

Here.

This is no kind of work for a girl.

Somebody has to do it if I want to stay in business.

And I want to.

Most be some business that you're better suited for.

Can you lease this place to somebody?

Sure.

I did while my husband was overseas.

But when he was killed in Okinawa,

well, we made a lot of plans for the future here.

And I had a hunch he'd like it if I

took over and tried to make a go of it.

Takes more than a hunch to do that.

I got along famously.

Business has been fine until lately when the help got short.

Could be again if I had a good mechanic.

Yeah.

You sure need one all right.

Oh, for Pete's sake say yes or no.

Do you want the job or don't you?

You mean you'd hire me without knowing anything about me?

You can repair automobiles, what else do I need to know?

Except your name, well?

Why not?

Sure, I'll try it for a while until you

get someone permanent.

The name's Bill Walker.

OK, Bill, it's a deal.

And maybe if business gets real good you'll want to stay.

Don't count on it.

Where's this go on the rack?

Yeah.

Marsha, Marsha, it happened.

It's a boy, eight and a half pounds.

A pair of shoulders like a prize fighter.

Well, congratulations, papa.

How's Jane?

Ah, perfect.

Everything's perfect.

I've got to get down to the store and tell the gang.

I almost forgot.

Oh, gee, thanks.

I'm sorry I won't have enough for the gang.

Yippee!

Maybe you can use this token from a slightly

delirious new father.

Thanks.

Say, we haven't settled the matter of wages yet.

Maybe I can't pay your regular salary.

Suppose we leave that open until you find out

how much I'm worth to the business.

Doesn't seem to be any business right now.

Might be a good time for me to get rid of this beard

and find a place to board.

We live right next door.

I'll go ask Mom.

She'll know of a place.

Sort of a peaceful house.

I noticed it this morning.

Oh, gosh I forgot.

She's down helping Mrs. Wellsley with her canning.

Mom finds homes for everything from stray cats...

To stray mechanics?

Well, you're not a stray anymore.

I'll go phone.

Pearl, 674 please.

Hello, Ms. Wellsley.

May I speak to Mother.

Hi, Mom.

I've got some good news for you.

I hired a man for the station.

Yeah.

No, nobody we know.

He's from... He's from out of town.

Needs a place to board, you got a good one up your sleeve?

OK.

She says she has to meet you first to come home for supper.

Huh?

And you like apple or cherry pie?

Cherry.

Cherry it is, Mom.

See you later.

Now, I've got to get rid of this.

Hey, where's the nearest barbershop?

The one and only, just up two blocks.

Tell Judd you're working for me.

When you get back we'll close up and go home.

Thanks.

Oh, that's real nice.

You must have had a good bringing up, young man.

Thank you for the young man.

We thank thee Lord for thy bounty

and ask thy blessing on this food

and our new friend who shares it with us.

I hope you're good and hungry, Mr. Walker.

Who wouldn't be?

Marsha eats like a sparrow with all the hard work she does.

Can I have your plate, please?

Well, she can taking it easy now and boss the help.

She never takes anything easy.

She has to put her whole heart and soul into everything

she does.

Well, now that you're through with me, Mom, how about Bill?

Have you thought of a place for him to stay?

Well, why can't he stay right here?

We have a spare bedroom going to waste.

And I think you like my cooking.

Like it?

That's very kind of you, Mrs. King.

But it seems an imposition.

Imposition nothing, that's good business.

I can get back what I pay you in board and room.

Oh, Marsha, what a thing to say.

If you'd like to stay, we'd like to have you.

Will you have some more vegetables?

Mrs. King, you have a boarder.

May I have a biscuit please?

Excuse me.

OK, Ms. Gallis.

It's wonderful the way tools seem

to come alive in your hands.

You seem to sort of come alive too as

though you got real pleasure out of working with them.

I do.

When you're doing a job with them

you can't think of anything else.

Bill, if something's bother you,

why don't you get rid of it?

What would you prescribe, doctor?

Amputation for the stupid chip on your shoulder.

What you need is a ring job, save yourself some money.

Gee, Bill, with the baby and everything I

just can't afford it now.

Ah, we'll take care of that.

Hey, boss.

How's Ed's credit?

Good enough for a ring job?

Well, sure if I can hold Junior as collateral.

Oh, not a chance fella.

Never mind I'll do it on my own time.

Ah, thanks Bill.

Maybe we'll see you tonight, huh?

Some shoulders, huh?

Yeah.

Some father, huh?

Bye Marsha.

Bye.

Nice kids.

Hey, was that clowning about they're being hard up?

No, things have been pretty tough for him

ever since he got out of the service.

Fix the car for him and only charge him for the labor, OK?

Then he gets it for free.

I'd already figured on knocking that off.

Say, we could make it an anniversary present.

Anniversary of what?

Junior's arrival and mine.

Three months ago today.

Time certainly flies.

That was a lucky day when you came to MP Service.

Your work's been bringing in a lot of business.

I'm glad of that.

Say, look boss, why don't we three celebrate

tonight and go to the movies?

Ed said he and Jane were going.

Well, that lets Mom out, she'll be babysitting.

I'd love to go, Bill.

I haven't been in ages.

Here's your opportunity.

Go to work.

Extra, extra.

This is Sheila Graham with the latest news

of the shocking Williams' murder case.

While beautiful Irene Williams is held for trial charged

with conspiring to kill her late husband,

the police are searching for James Torrence believed

to be the lover of Mrs. Williams and her partner

in the horrible murder of Walter Williams.

If I'm handling your case, my dear Mrs. Williams,

I want one third of everything you get.

You're out of your mind.

You don't realize what I'll get as Walt's widow.

Perhaps you don't realize the spot you're in.

Torrence's fingerprints were found not only

on your husband's briefcase but in a manner

of speaking on your reputation as well.

There's a detective named Quincy, a very smart cookie,

he isn't exactly for you.

Frankly, Mr. Warner, I'm beginning

to wonder if my attorney is for me.

Underestimating the enemy's ammunition

would scarcely be wise.

Now, if we can get to trial before Torrence is found,

he'll never get a conviction.

But...

But what?

If he shows up we may have to fry him.

Oh no.

Let's not cross that bridge until we have to.

But if it comes to a choice, we're not going to burn,

are we?

Aren't you the chatterbox this afternoon?

What about this afternoon?

Oh, sorry, boss, I guess I was wool gathering.

You're only supposed to do that in the spring.

Is there anything you don't know?

Yes.

What's San Francisco got that we haven't?

Better newspapers for one thing.

Anyway, California's supposed to be the land of opportunity.

I thought that by now you liked it here.

I do very much.

It's a good town, nice people, swell boss.

Thanks.

We like you too.

No fooling though, you'd be surprised

how many people ask questions about you.

What kind of questions?

Oh, where you came from, do you have any family?

Do you like it here and are you going to stay?

Al Knox asked me at the movie last night

if you wanted to join the volunteer fire department.

Just interested friendly things.

I suppose it is natural for people

to wonder about a stranger who moves into their community

like I did.

You know, I've been thinking maybe it

wasn't such a good idea you and I going to the movies

last night.

It's all right being seen in the station and here with Mom,

but...

You get used to that in a town this size.

They're always trying to marry people off.

You just ignore it and after a while they forget about it.

I'll go get cleaned.

You know, I hate to tell you how many

years this Sunday takes me back.

Did you always fall asleep during the service?

I wasn't asleep, Mrs. Peters.

I merely closed my eyes to concentrate.

Oh, so that's what you call it.

I had to nudge you to stop you from yawning.

Quiet, you're disturbing my reminiscent mood.

It even smells the same.

It could be the same bees buzzing in the same clover.

As they say, you can take a boy out of the country but...

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

It has to stop rolling sometime, doesn't it, Bill?

Sometime maybe.

We grow a very becoming shade of moss here in Larkspur.

Don't you think?

You grow a lot of nice things here.

Any one in particular?

I'll have to skip the answer to that one.

Someone tore it out of the book.

You're married aren't you, Bill?

Yep.

That's right.

You must have loved her very much

to be hurt so deeply, to be so afraid

of someone, even yourself.

Maybe it's better that way, then no one gets hurt.

Bitterness and hatred hurt everyone.

Can't you see, Bill?

They're like a wall that shuts out all the sunshine

from the garden and lets everything wither.

Make room in your heart for something else, can't you?

I guess this is my day for sermons.

Sorry.

As Mom would say, you never rich mining in a fella's business.

Hey that's a fire.

Anybody home?

In here, Bill.

Mrs. Wellsley sent a couple of jars of peaches

said you helped her can them. Oh, thank you.

When I delivered the doc's car he

insisted that I have a bite with him.

Where's the boss?

She took a book back to the library for me.

Oh.

What a day.

Hey, what's the idea?

Are you darning my socks?

Well I thought a drawer full of holey ones

isn't doing you much good.

I found it when I put fresh papers in your bureau yesterday.

You have a heap of the things that need mending,

haven't you son?

Does Marsha know?

Do you think I'd tell her?

This is your problem, Bill.

Because I found out about it doesn't give me the right

to tell anyone else, not even Marsha.

When you trust folks you trust them.

And you give them a chance to work out things the way

that seems right to them.

How can one little woman be so big?

Don't forget, it's a lot easier to be tolerant

and understanding at 50 than it is at 25.

I'm going next door for a while, Grandma Thompson's ill.

Mom.

Bill, are you home?

Bill, are you in there?

Yeah.

Mom went next door, Marsha.

Hi.

Did you work awfully late?

Oh, about 6:00.

Anything wrong?

Come in.

I want to tell you something.

I'm checking out.

Has something happened?

No, I'm doing what I should have

done a long time ago moving along.

But why, Bill?

My name isn't even Bill.

There isn't any Bill Walker.

I'm Walter Williams, the late Walter Williams.

Walter Williams?

I don't understand.

You may not even after I've told you.

But at least you'll know the whole story.

Sit down please.

Finally Larkspur and you.

From there on you know.

I'm glad you're going back to make things right.

Going back?

Wild horses couldn't drag me back.

What are you going to do about your wife?

Nothing.

You're going to let her go to trial for murder?

Oh no, Bill.

Why not?

She tried to kill me, she and her cousin.

But they didn't.

Who said they didn't?

Let them try and prove it.

No matter what your wife did, you

can't be tried for something that didn't happen.

Oh Bill, can't you see?

You bet I can see.

She deserves everything she's getting.

The sorry part of it is they'll never convict her.

No, Bill, the sorry part is you're not big enough

to take a hard jolt to your pride and to your ego.

Sure, it hurts to be tricked and cheated

by someone you love and believed in.

But that doesn't give you the right

to take justice into your own hands

to trample on the hearts of others and walk out on life.

A barren, frustrated boyhood, a marriage

to a woman who accepted my love yet despised me

so thoroughly she resorted to murder.

I'll never think of our moments together without nausea.

I feel stripped bare, degraded.

Because you've closed your mind and heart

to everything else even me.

Oh Bill, please.

Don't destroy the one chance we have for happiness.

We haven't got a chance.

Doing the right thing never works out.

I know.

In this world, you turn the other cheek

and you get hit with a lug wrench.

Forgive me, boss.

Try and forgive me.

It's a boy.

Pair of shoulders like a prize fighter.

You know,

I hate to tell you how many years

this Sunday takes me back.

You have a heap of the things that need mending, haven't you, son?

Take care of yourself, Softy.

Irene and me sucker.

Softy.

Softy.

You're not big enough to take a hard jolt to your pride and to your ego.

Sure, it hurts to be tricked and cheated

by someone you love and believed in.

But that doesn't give you the right

to take justice into your own hands,

trample on the hearts of others and walk out on life.

But, Bill, please don't destroy the one chance

we have for happiness.

Mrs. Peters was kind enough to come along to substantiate

at least the Larkspur portion of what I've told you.

Very thoughtful of you, Mrs. Peters.

Mr. Williams, when you read in the newspaper

that the hitchhiker who attacked you

had been a close friend of your wife for some time,

it must have been a great shock to you.

I didn't come here to discuss my emotional reactions.

Lieutenant.

If you need me for anything further,

Captain, my office will know where to reach me.

Let's go, Marsha.

Just a minute, Mr. Williams.

We'll need your signed statement for the grand jury

we ask for your wife's release.

It won't take long to be typed.

Yeah.

All right.

Come in.

Sit down.

Mrs. Williams, we have news for you.

Really?

I can scarcely wait.

It seems it was Torrence who was in the car when it crashed.

It's Jim, dead?

You did it.

You killed him.

No.

He tried to kill me, thought he had.

And he ran into the truck.

It was an accident.

An accident?

You wait all these months to tell this story.

You let me rot in this filthy jail.

Wait a minute.

You let everybody believe you're dead.

Pretty convenient, wasn't it?

A dead man can't be tried for murder.

Mr. Williams, perhaps your wife would understand better

if you would explain to her about the amnesia.

Amnesia?

Oh don't tell me you believe he had amnesia.

Where's he been all this time just

wandering around in a daze?

He tells us he's been in Larkspur, a little town

in Idaho, working as a mechanic in a service

station run by Mrs. Peters here.

I understand perfectly.

Now that my chance for happiness is dead,

I suppose you'll demand the divorce I've begged you

to give me so that I could marry Jim.

That's fantastic.

Yes, isn't it?

After you telling us that the man you picked up

was a perfect stranger.

That's not true.

The time and place for meeting Jim had all been arranged.

I must advise you there's a law that a wife

can't testify against her husband.

There's a law against murder too, but that didn't stop him.

And nothing's going to stop me until I'm through.

It's all right with me, Captain.

Go on talk your head off.

I, I, I was to have gone with him to Denver.

He insisted on it, although I was quite ill.

Several hours before we were to leave he came home.

There was a violent scene.

He threatened to kill me unless I agreed to give up Jim.

And I wish he had.

This is incredible.

Not one word that she has said is true.

Then you have nothing to worry about.

Mrs. Williams, was there a witness to the threat you

mentioned?

No, unless the maid overhead.

She was in the apartment.

In fact, she picked up the pieces of a vase

that he threw at me.

Where is she now?

I don't know.

She left me suddenly after all this began.

Please could the questions wait?

I feel rather ill.

Will you have Mrs. Williams ready for the Grand Jury

10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

That's all.

We're going to hold you too, Williams.

On what charge?

Suspicion of murder.

But he's not guilty of any of these things.

Then it should be easy for him to prove.

Take him down and book him.

That fiction of Mrs. Williams must have been very convincing.

No, we just couldn't buy that yawn you tried to sell us.

Let's go.

And Daly's going to (...)

OK, boys, hop to it.

I want all I can get by 10:00 a.m.

tomorrow for the Grand Jury.

OK, Chief.

Oh, Tom, don't miss a bit.

Dig up everything you can on Williams and the Peters dame.

You surely believed Irene William's story didn't you,

Call?

She made better sense than he did.

Well, sure, she's a better liar than he is.

Don't forget I went all through her grieving

widowhood with her.

She's a bad customer.

Well, that's for the grand jury to decide.

And Williams insisted on letting her talk.

So it is his funeral.

Funeral all right, especially with that yawn he told.

But murder is out of character for him.

There's a few pieces missing somewhere.

They might be in Idaho.

If it's not too much out of character for you to get going.

You're going to miss me, Cal, when I retire next year.

Maybe I'll turn private eye and solve your cases for you.

Hi, Williams.

Mr. Williams.

Thanks.

Sort of feeling it from the bottom here don't you?

Sorry Williams.

OK Williams.

Well, not very good news judging from your faces.

Well, Walt, the grand jury returned

an indictment against you.

Mrs. Williams was released.

I see.

Now, don't you worry, Walt.

We'll have you back at work where you're needed

and in short order.

Come on, Eldredge there's a visitor

waiting for him more attractive than we old fogeys.

We're just leaving Mrs. Peters.

But remember, don't hesitate to call on me for anything.

Thank you so much.

Hi, boss.

Bill, what have I done to you?

If it weren't for me you wouldn't be here.

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be.

I came back here because I wanted to believe in the things

you do.

I still do, no matter what happens.

Will you do something for me?

Mhm.

Go back home.

So I know you'll be taken care of.

Not a chance.

You'll have to think of a better reason

than that to get rid of me.

I'm a big girl now.

I've just been to Larkspur, Williams.

Where I found these newspaper clippings.

Of course, some of them are three months old

but you seem to treasure them so I brought them along.

So?

I don't think they exactly substantiate

your claim of amnesia.

As if you were interested in substantiating any

claim of mine.

Now let's get one thing straight.

Most people when they get in a jam

think the police are only interested in the prosecution.

Our job is to get the facts, the truth.

And the truth never hurt anyone but the fella that lied.

All I seen was a beautiful woman.

Ah, quit kidding yourself, Williams.

You made the bone up.

I had no more to do with Torrence's death than you did.

And out of the whole population of northern California

you just happened to pick up a hitchhiker who

happened to be your wife's boyfriend.

Ah, have a heart will you?

I suppose you'll tell the truth when you take the stand.

But you better have some mighty conclusive proof

if you expect the jury to believe it.

Wait, Lieutenant.

Bill, we all know you're not guilty.

But we're going to need help to prove it and need it badly.

Lt. Quincy can't take sides, but if we're right

he has to be on ours.

And I have a hunch he wants to be.

Why don't you tell him the whole story?

All of it, please.

I'd like to.

Thank you very much.

I guess I should have told the whole truth in the first place.

But I wanted to be clean this mess up

with as little scandal as possible.

Well?

No sign of the lug wrench or anything.

My dear Mrs. Peters, will you please

stop trying to be a detective?

How many times do you think the police have combed

this spot for any kind of evidence?

Now be a nice girl, take Mr. Williams' advice.

Go back to Larkspur.

What time is it?

It's only 4 o'clock.

We still have time to go back to town

and go on a hunt for Su Lin. Now, look here, young woman.

You've had me on the run since early morn.

But Lieutenant, the maid seems to be our only hope now.

We've got to keep looking until we find her that's all.

That's all?

Wait, she was naturalized wasn't she?

Shuffling chopsticks.

Quincy you dumb flat foot.

This Su, what's her name?

Was Chinese born.

If her port of entry was San Francisco

there'd still be a file on her photo and all.

Let's go.

Back to town, immigration.

I hope the counselor has given us the right lead.

Are you Ah Sing?

Understand?

You speak the English?

Also French, Italian, and Hebrew.

May one ask what is desired?

We're looking for Su Lin Chung.

A Chinese counselor said you were her uncle

and might tell us where she is.

This daughter of my brother has she

offended the honorable police?

Oh, no!

They just wanted to ask her some questions about

Mr. Williams, the man she used to work for.

Ah Sing's heart is heavy that he cannot lead you to her.

But things that are not known cannot be told.

Well if you hear anything of her report it to headquarters.

Su Lin, untruth is not good for soul.

And not wisdom when told to policeman.

Better for the soul to be kind than to be wise.

Su Lin must keep silent to help in this matter.

You know, you're quite a gal.

In case I haven't told you lately.

You're just too easily pleased that's all.

There must be a way out.

Why can't we find it?

Oh, buck up, boss.

Tomorrow's another day.

It's the day you go to trial.

Bill, I'm afraid.

And the state intends to prove beyond any reasonable doubt

that the defendant, Walter Williams,

did with malice of forethought kill the deceased James.

Torrence who he knew to be hie wife's lover.

And then with his victim dead beside him

he drove he car into the course of an oncoming truck,

jumping clear himself some seconds prior to the crash.

And subsequent he made his getaway

in the back of a loaded furniture van.

And for three months as Bill Walker he laughed at justice,

but it imprisoned his unfaithful wife

for conspiracy in his own murder.

But then he decided that being dead cramped his style.

He thought he could eat his cake and it too.

So he returned, most anxious to explain his long absence

and to write the dreadful mistake that

had imprisoned his wife for three months.

Ladies and gentlemen it was a cold

blooded premeditated murder.

It must be punished to the fullest extent of the law.

Call the first witness please.

Captain Callahan, did Walter Williams

tell you what suddenly cured his amnesia after three months?

No, he did not.

But he did tell you the man that struck the blow which caused

the amnesia was a total stranger,

a hitchhiker he had picked up.

Yes.

And that he knew nothing of this man's identity

or a relationship with his wife until he suddenly recovered

from his amnesia and heard or read the details.

That's what he said.

We should all thank you, Captain.

Your witness counselor.

No questions.

No, I saw no signs of amnesia, but definite concussion.

He was a bit evasive in answering questions.

But not vague or unsure.

In your opinion, doctor, could this head injury

have been caused by a fall?

Yes.

If the head had struck on some object

such as a stone or a metal pipe.

That's all, thank you.

Your witness.

Dr. Bender, are you familiar with the tool known as the lug

wrench for changing automobile wheels?

I'm afraid I am sir.

I've had a regular epidemic of flat tires lately.

Well then in your opinion could this

head injury which you treated had been

caused by a blow from a lug wrench?

Yes.

It could have been caused by that too.

Thank you, doctor.

The ones with the earliest dates you'll notice

are heavily creased as though they've

been carried in a wallet or a coat pocket.

Thank you.

Lt. Quincy, will you kindly tell the court

where you found these newspaper clippings.

In the bedroom occupied by Mr. Williams in Mrs.

Peters' home in Larkspur, Idaho.

Is this your handwriting Miss Revere?

Yes, sir and that's the message,

at least a record carbon of it.

Would you read it to the court please?

June 9th, 8:32 p.m.

Message for Mrs. Walter Williams, Penthouse D:

"Mr. Williams called, said he wants you to forget all about a certain problem...

that Softy's going to take care of it thoroughly."

Was there any other conversation?

Well, I just asked if that was all,

and he said yes, she'll understand.

And sort of laughed as if it were a joke and hung up.

Some joke killing the wife's boyfriend.

The state versus Walter Williams.

All the rounds so far have gone to the prosecution.

And it was a grim faced Williams who was returned to his cell

this afternoon.

What the score will be after he takes

the stand is anybody's guess.

But he's going to need some lucky punches

to get a decision.

And though Torrence struck with intent to kill,

after telling you, this is from Irene and me, sucker,

you still telephoned Illinois to find

out if there was a cousin Jim.

You are hard to convince aren't you, Mr. Williams?

Is it so incredible that a man should fight

against believing such a thing about his wife?

Oh, that is very touching.

I'm a husband who planned a trip on which he intended to destroy

his wife and did kill her lover.

That's a lie.

Your honor, I object to the conclusions drawn

by the prosecutor and move that it

be stricken from the records.

But your honor, there is a corpus delicti, remember?

Was your wife's lover.

Objection sustained.

There's also her own story which in front of witnesses

you insist that she tell.

And then we have your own two different stories

from your own lips.

One featuring a perfectly strange hitchhiker, the second

an equally strange cousin Jim without a question

of substantiation for either of them.

Su Lin!

Follow that Yellow cab.

Please hurry.

Wait for me.

Su Lin!

Su Lin.

Ah Sing.

You remember me, don't you?

I was here with Lt Quincy from the police department.

I just followed Su Lin up the stairs.

I saw her come in here.

You must be mistaken.

I'm not mistaken, she's here.

I must see her.

Ah Sing, don't you understand?

It's to save a man from prison, even from death.

I will send her to you.

Oh, Su Lin.

We've been looking for you all these weeks.

Mr. Williams need your help so desperately.

I can not help.

You must forget that you found Su Lin.

Forget it?

But you're his only witness.

You're the only one that can help.

Not as a witness.

Only with silence can I repay his great kindness

to me and my family in China.

Why?

I heard other things.

That most unhappy day from Mrs. Williams

bedroom his voice very loud and angry.

A flower vase broke into pieces.

He can explain all that.

I do not believe what he's already told.

That I heard anything would do harm.

Don't you see?

Yes.

Much sorrow comes from women who no not honor the truth.

And Mrs. Williams she's not true even to that Torrence man.

What made you say that?

That night when he was killed, her sickness

was but wall of falsehood.

Behind which you could go secretly to a meeting place.

You mean she went out that night?

Su Lin are you sure?

Yes.

Because next morning in her bedroom

I found street shoes that had been worn, her coat

on the closet floor, with the sleeves turned inside

out as though removed hurriedly.

And in one pocket a door key to some hotel.

Su Lin, that's it.

Proof that she and Torrence had planned

to meet that night after he killed Mr. Williams.

What hotel was it?

Oh, I don't remember.

The key, what did you do with it.

Returned to coat pocket.

Come on.

We'll get to Lt.

Quincy, he'll know what to do.

And pray Su Lin every step of the way.

Now, hold everything.

Even if this long shot don't work out,

we'll just keep on pitching.

Here it is, yes.

Room 302, Airport Hotel, Oakland.

Maybe we got our miracle.

Especially the Chinese one.

It is the hope that Su Lin was a small help to Mr. Williams.

Oh, Su Lin.

Come on, next stop Oakland.

Let's see the little lady's hotel rendezvous.

I was on night duty.

But I sure don't remember a looker like this.

Quite a dish, eh?

A little too highly seasoned for my digestion, thanks.

Lieutenant, I just found a couple of cards from room 302

on June 9th.

Judge Baxter checked out at noon.

Mr. and Mrs. J. Burns room not slept in.

J. Burns, Burns.

Look Quincy.

The handwriting on the card is identical to that

on the photograph.

And here's a little more of the same thing,

the cover up telegram to Aunt Margaret.

And look at the impressions.

J here and here RNS.

J Burns.

That's the name she started a telegram to.

Room not slept in.

Say, I got that dame pegged now, Lieutenant.

She said they'd be out of the room

by midnight, because her husband was catching a plane.

But Quincy.

This ties it all up, doesn't it?

Yeah, like a greased pig.

What do you mean?

We've got the evidence now, the proof.

Of what?

Su Lin's theory that Irene was playing the field?

This evidence only proves that she came here

to keep a date with a man named Burns.

We can't even prove that he didn't keep the date.

But you know he didn't. There wasn't any Burns.

It was only a name that she and Torrence used.

Fine.

If you can prove that Williams will be free.

But none of this will prove it.

Sorry, copper.

But we are just up another blind alley.

Right There's a couple sample cases for Mr. Sam Anders.

Came up from the station this morning.

Take them to Parlor B right away.

Sure thing, sir.

Be seated.

The case of the state versus Walter Williams.

Proceed, Mr. Eldredge.

Your honor, we will call Mrs. Irene Williams.

Take the stand Mrs. Williams.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear that the testimony you're about to give

has cause to be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing

but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

What cooks?

The defense calling her?

Mr. Eldredge, what's the purpose

in calling this witness?

Merely for purposes of identifying handwriting.

Now, Mrs. Williams this photograph of you...

Was stolen from my apartment.

So according to the inscription,

to Walt, my adoring and adored husband, Irene,

this belongs to Mr. Williams.

This is your handwriting isn't it?

Of course.

I'm touched that he should have wanted it so badly.

And this telegram addressed to Mrs. Margaret Hubbard,

is that also your handwriting?

It is.

Now, Mrs. Burns, I mean Mrs. Williams.

This photograph is inscribed to Jim my adoring

and adored, Irene.

Did you write this too?

I, I see no point in all this.

Merely answer counsel's questions.

Did you write it?

I did.

And these letters addressed to Mr. James Torrence,

did you write them?

Yes.

And this monogrammed garment a gift from you to Mr. Torrence?

Why must I be tortured again by all this?

I never made any secret of my love for Jim Torrence.

That's why he's dead.

Your love for Jim Torrence?

Yet on the very night he was killed

you had a rendezvous with a man named Burns didn't you?

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

I don't know any man named Burns.

I was at home that night very ill.

Oh yes, the sleeping pills.

Well, you must walk in your sleep then.

For you spent at least part of that night

at the Airport Hotel in Oakland.

Where you registered for Mr. And Mrs. J. Burns.

Don't waste the court's time trying to deny it.

This is the registration card that you signed at 9:20 p.m.

And there's the room clerk who assigned you to room 302.

And this, Mrs. Williams, is the key to room 302, which you very

carelessly left in the pocket of a coat which

was found in your closet yesterday.

All right, I was there.

Are you satisfied?

Not quite.

This J. Burns, Mrs. Williams, was his first name Jack?

Yes.

Have you been in contact with him lately?

No, no.

How long seen you've seen or heard from this Jack Burns?

Well, I don't know, I don't remember.

You bet, she doesn't remember.

Because there isn't any Jack Burns and there never was.

That was an alias for Jim Torrence.

And it was Torrence who was to have met you

that night after your charming little plot

to kill your husband had been duly executed.

Not true, it's not true.

I have bad news, Mrs. Williams.

I can prove it's true.

These pajamas, these letters, this picture, all of which

you identified for the court were found in this suitcase

which is full of the clothes and personal belongings

of Mr. James Torrence.

And the suitcase was found in the baggage room of the Airport.

Hotel where it's been held since June 9.

And it says on his tag, in large print: "Hold for Jack Burns".

That is all, Mrs. Williams.

Just a moment, Mrs. Williams.

Your honor in view of the evidence

presented, we now ask for a dismissal of the state's case

against Walter Williams.

And we intend to charge Irene Williams with conspiracy

to commit murder against her husband Walter Williams.

Oh no.

The case against Walter Williams dismissed.

Court adjourned until 2:00.

Well, that's that, Walt.

Congratulations, Mr. Williams.

I haven't the words for it, Quincy.

But we, we could never have made it without you.

Ah, sure you could.

You know, son, right always wins if you give it a little push,

especially when you've got a copper

like this one to do the push.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

You know, it will seem kind of strange

to be able to eat and sleep without someone

getting in your hair all the time.

Oh, fine, Walt.

We're looking forward to having your hand on the wheel again.

The Denver plants are waiting for you to open them.

You think you could make it in the morning?

How about it, counselor?

You bet you can.

Oh, good.

Well, I'll be running along.

Well, do you think you'll like Denver?

It's OK by me, boss.

Yes, impact the force with which two lives can come together,

sometimes for evil, sometimes for good.