All language subtitles for Illegal [Edward G. Robinson] (1955) DVDRip Oldies ingles

Now,

in closing this trial,

I want you to remember the dead.

The gift of life
is our most precious possession.

And the greatest crime in our society
is ruthlessly to destroy that gift.

Gloria Benson was young,

beautiful, hopeful.

I fervently wish we could call her back.

But it's too late.

Far, far too late.

She's gone.

Her lovely spirit has left this earth.

But her murderer remains.

This man, Edward Clary,

who destroyed her with six shots
from a. 45 revolver.

Have you any idea of the fearful
destructiveness of a. 45 at close range?

One shot would have been sufficient.

But six. Six.

Now a terrible doom
has settled over this monster.

And we who are here
in the name of justice

must listen to the command
of the great Jehovah.

"Whosoever sheddeth man's blood,
by man shall his blood be shed. "

Order in the court!
Order in the court!

- Have you reached a verdict?
- We have, Your Honor.

The defendant will rise.

"We find the defendant guilty of murder
in the first degree. "

Sorry, Tony,
but you know I never give exclusives.

Just say the accused was ably defended
but you can't beat the evidence. That's all.

They can't beat it when you present it.

Well, that's very pretty, Tony,
but it won't get you that exclusive.

Besides, the real credit belongs
to my assistant, Miss Miles.

She really prepared the case.

How about a story from you, Miss Miles?

Well, you can quote me as saying,
"All I did was hold his coat. "

It is true, isn't it, Mr. Scott,

that you have
the highest percentage of convictions

- of any DA in the city's history?
- I haven't been keeping score.

Tell us, Mr. Scott, how does it feel
to send a man to the chair?

I don't send people to the chair,
they send themselves.

Just one more thing, Mr. Scott,

is it true that you intend
to run for governor?

Now whatever gave you an idea like that?

If you want facts,
consult my chief investigator.

He specializes in them.

We're hungry.

Thank you, Andr�.

That was dirty. Ray's hungry as a bear.

No, he isn't. He just wants to be with you.

Unfortunately for him, so do I.

You say the nicest things,
but never in writing.

- Oh, that's my legal training.
- Bachelor training, you mean.

- Dry martini, Mr. Scott, very dry?
- Yes, two of them. Double.

- This is a big day.
- No, one double and one single.

This is your big day, not mine.

It was a good case,
but only you could have won it.

It's all in selecting the jury.

Twelve music lovers. My kind of music.

Vic, do you really intend
to run for governor?

What do you think
I've been doing all these years?

I became a candidate
when I opened my first law book.

Well, you don't have
to look so solemn about it.

It's a solemn moment.

I wish I were going along.

You've wasted enough time on me.

It's about time you began thinking
about getting married.

Yes, Mr. Cupid.

Well, I beat off the newshounds.

- Now, can we eat?
- You're just in time for a toast.

- To what?
- To our next governor.

Paper! Clary to die in chair tonight!

Paper! Clary to die in chair tonight!

Nice piece, Mr. Scott.

Ought to raise a lot of funds for the club.

And a lot of votes for you.

You know, it's a wonder those kids didn't
start running when they saw me coming.

I put most of their old men in jail.

But get this straight,
I didn't sponsor this club for votes.

I was born right there in the next block.

- And that's pretty hard to forget.
- Sure, I understand.

But my paper's thinking of supporting you
and we need to humanize you all we can.

You know how it is, Mr. Scott.

Well, I've been too busy to be human,

and I'm not gonna start kissing babies
or anybody else.

Clary to die in chair tonight!

What's wrong with a little kissing?

A lot of people prefer it to killing.
Don't you, Mr. Scott?

Sometimes they go hand in hand,
to the DA's Office.

There must be a few kind words
we can print about you, Mr. Scott.

For instance,
I understand that you practically

brought up Ellen Miles
after her father died.

Even sent her through law school
and gave her a job in your office.

Now look, her father, Judge Miles,
gave me my start,

and I gave his daughter hers.
They don't make you governor for that.

If I run, I run on my public record
and I'm proud of it.

Excuse me.

Scott speaking.

This is Borden. I'm at General Hospital.

The Clary case has come apart
at the seams.

What?

Impossible.

Well, I'll be right there, Ray.

General Hospital. And use the siren.

All right, give it to me fast.

A guy by the name of Chavez,
has a record in four states.

Robbery detail caught up with him
in an alley.

He didn't stop shooting
till they put three bullets into him.

Did you hear
this so-called confession yourself?

Yes, it checked all the way.

It proves that Clary
couldn't possibly have done it.

Well, a man with three bullets in him
could be delirious, couldn't he?

Sure. But Chavez sounded
mighty clearheaded to me.

You can talk to the doctor.

- What shape is he in, Doctor?
- No good.

Here's his confession.

He couldn't have possibly have known
those details unless he'd been there.

Do I have to take this
as a deathbed testament, Doctor?

Yes, he can't live until morning,

and he knew it
when he made that statement.

Listen carefully, emergency.

Put me through to the death house
at the state prison. Fast.

Long distance.

Calling police emergency.
I want state prison.

I'm not guilty, I want you to know that.

- I swear it.
- Yes, yes. I know, I know.

You don't believe me, do you?

I didn't kill her.

I loved her.

State prison.

Emergency. District Attorney
Scott wants the death house. Hurry.

It's through right away.

Just a moment, Mr. Scott,
I have the prison.

Hello.

District Attorney Scott speaking.

You must stop the Clary execution.
Stop it, you understand?

Mr. Scott. Mr. Scott.

Hello? Mr. Scott.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Innocent man sent to death.
Ed Clary dies in chair!

Read all about it!

Paper! Get your papers!
Read all about it! Paper!

What do you read?

Innocent man sent to death.
Ed Clary dies in chair!

Read all about it!

Here you are, Benson killer caught!

- Hinkel, what's happening?
- Everything.

You look like you've been crying.

Of course not. I always get hay fever
when my boss resigns.

- Resigns? He can't...
- Then you tell him.

He's been in there all night.

Don't knock or you won't get in.

Hinkel told me you were resigning.
I don't believe her.

You've looked at the morning papers,
haven't you?

You've been listening to the radio.

You should have called me last night.
I should have been with you.

Nobody was with Ed Clary
when they turned that juice on him.

Vic, nobody's blaming you.
Everybody knows you tried to stop it.

Ed Clary doesn't know it.

Oh, Vic.

Don't talk like that, don't think like that.

Anything you did, we all did.

Ray collected the evidence.
I put it together.

Yes, but I killed Ed Clary.

You said yourself nobody else could've
gotten a conviction on that evidence.

No one except me.

Scott, Victor Scott,
the Napoleon of the courtroom.

You only did your duty.

You thought he was guilty,
you know you did.

I thought they all were guilty.

Were they?

Try and answer that.

Were they?

Vic.

Don't quit.

Don't drink any more of this.

We'll just have to be more careful
next time, all of us.

Careful? I can't be careful.

When I walk into a courtroom,
I've gotta win. I've always had to win.

What do you think got me out of that
slimy little block where I was born?

Sure, your father helped, but

I'd have gotten out anyway, even if
I had to crawl on my hands and knees.

I was a fighter when I was a kid.

And I never stopped fighting.

I never will. I wouldn't know how!

You want to know why I'm resigning?

Because I know I'd fight just as hard
for the next conviction

as I fought for Ed Clary's.

And on no better evidence.

There has to be a DA.

Somebody has to live
with that responsibility.

Well, then, let somebody.

As for me,

I'd rather see 100 guilty men go free
than convict another innocent man.

I thought you said you were a fighter.

I am.

But I'm not a killer.

You're looking at Victor Scott,
private citizen from here on out.

I'm gonna set myself up
a nice little civil practice.

Get rich shuffling big corporation
contracts from one drawer to another.

I'm gonna have money in my hands,

not people's lives.

Oh, Vic, you don't know anything
about civil law.

I know all about all kinds of law.

Please, Vic, you need some sleep.

What I need is another bottle of Scotch.

Well, good evening, Judge.
How's the roast beef tonight?

Hello, Scott.

I'm sorry, Mr. Scott,
but this table is reserved tonight.

I bought and paid for this table long ago.

You know how it is, Mr. Scott.
Some out-of-town people.

Thank you, sir.

Scotch, double.

Hello, John. Hiya, Mamie.

How are you, Victor?

Here you are, sir.

Told you to make it a double.

I did, Mr. Scott.

Haven't seen you around, John.

You know me. I don't see any more
of lawyers than I can help it.

Afraid you won't be able to duck
that patent suit.

I understand the inventor refused
the settlement.

Oh, I'm not afraid of a suit.

- Well, you needn't be if I handle it.
- You? You're not serious, Vic.

Of course I'm serious.
I'm setting up a civil practice.

I heard that, but I couldn't believe it.

- You're a criminal lawyer.
- You want to win that suit, don't you?

That's why I'm going to retain
Johnson & Reinhardt.

I just can't take a chance, Vic.

- John, we must hurry.
- Yes.

Good night, Victor.
- Good night.

How's it going, Mr. Scott?

Between ourselves or for publication?

I don't think publication need worry you
at the moment.

Civil practice is no breeze, huh?

These stuffed shirts act
like I never read a law book,

all I ever did was spellbind juries.

Maybe it's just that a little bit of the magic
has rubbed off the name of Scott.

You mean maybe a little dirt
has been rubbed on.

They'll come running to me yet.

I'll keep the presses oiled and waiting.

And not for my obituary, either.
You tell that to your editor.

Good night, Mr. Scott.

Now see if you know what double means.

- What time did he come in?
- Just before sun-up.

That's regular with him now.

- Can you bring some hot coffee, please?
- Sure, ma'am.

Vic?

We don't want you,
Victor Scott.

We're gonna retain Sloan & Pierce.

- We're gonna retain...
- Please, Vic.

Goodbye, Mr. Scott.

You stink, Mr. Scott.

- Hello.
- Hello, Vic.

You shouldn't have come. Big mistake.

There's some hot coffee coming.

And then you're gonna have to
get out of these wet clothes.

Women are so practical.

I always said women are practical.

Now, Ellen, you be practical.
Get out of here.

Do you really want me to?

When your old man died,

I said I'd be a father to you.

"Don't worry," I said, "I'll take care of her. "

Now here you are, taking care of me.

Maybe you shouldn't have tried
to be a father.

Maybe that wasn't the way.

It was the only way.

Now, you go ahead and marry Ray Borden.
Father's orders.

Yes, yes, there's plenty of time for that.

No, maybe not plenty of time.
Now you go do it. Father's orders.

Now, go on. Do it.

I don't want coffee.
I don't want practical women.

I just want to drink.

Father's orders.

Excuse me.

- Here, that's mine.
- Just want to look at it, chum.

Hey, did you see this
about Ed Clary's mother?

- Ed Clary?
- Yeah, the guy they fried by mistake.

She died of a busted heart. No wonder.

Says here, "The former district attorney
couldn't be found for comment. "

That guy.

Yeah, he probably can't talk for laughing.

Rise and shine.

Rise and shine.
Greet the beautiful morning.

A clean mind and a clean body.

Do you solemnly swear the
testimony you should give in this case

should be the truth, the whole truth and
nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

You were present when the alleged crime
was committed?

I sure was, Your Honor.

I saw him hit that man over the head
with a lead pipe.

Under what circumstances?

It was a big fight, Your Honor,
and everyone was in it.

Thank you.

You've heard the witness, Joseph Carter.

You are not required to give evidence,
but you may do so if you desire.

I'm innocent, Your Honor,
and I got something to say.

Proceed.

That guy was a pug,
a professional prizefighter.

What was I supposed to do
when a guy like that swings on me?

You say he attacked you?

I say them jabs and right crosses,
real professional stuff,

was coming at me so fast
I just couldn't see.

But you struck the fatal blow.

I'm innocent.

I plead not guilty.

It appearing to the court
that the crime of manslaughter,

a felony, has been committed,

and that there is reasonable cause
to believe that the defendant

committed said crime,

it is now ordered that the defendant
be bound over to Superior Court for trial.

Victor Scott.

Victor Scott, you are charged
with drunkenness and disorderly conduct.

- How do you plead?
- Guilty, Your Honor.

Mr. Scott, I'm not going to pretend
that I don't know you.

Nor am I going to pretend
that I am unmoved

by the sight of a man of your caliber

appearing before me
under such circumstances.

$50 or 10 days.

Believe it or not, Your Honor,
I can still pay the fine.

You and your testimony.
You didn't see a thing.

- I did...
- All right, break it up. Break it up!

Listen, Adam, all I done was tell the truth.

Okay, shove off.

You, get over there and behave yourself.

You ought to know this rough stuff
won't help your case.

I ain't got no case.

Never say that out loud.

Tell me, is it true that the deceased
was a prizefighter still active in the ring?

Well, he fought the semi-windup
at Clancy's last week.

Well, then, get yourself a lawyer.
You could win the case.

What'll I pay him with? Chips?

No, I mean it.

You know, in this state,
a professional prizefighter's fists

are considered deadly weapons.

So is the lead pipe I smacked him with.

But it was self-defense.

You trying to sound like a lawyer?

He is a lawyer.

Him?

I'm through with mouthpieces.
They take the fee and I take the rap.

Well, go on, take the rap.

I forgot that free advice was never
worth the money.

Not even to fellows like him.

Hey, you really think
you could get him off?

- Lead-pipe cinch.
- Yeah?

Don't get up, Ray.
I won't interrupt but a minute.

I just had a thought on that Olsen case.

Could you gather up everything
you have on it and see me in the morning?

Well, of course,
but it's still quite incomplete.

That's all right.
I may have an idea for a shortcut.

Might save Ray's boy some trouble, too.

- That's the spirit I like to see, chief.
- All right.

How do you like our new boss by now?

Oh, he's very considerate
and a hard worker.

But no Victor Scott, is that it?

Still accusing me of hero-worship, eh?

I admit I'm surprised that you didn't follow
Scott instead of sticking with the new DA.

Victor wouldn't have me. It's that simple.

Oh, Andr�, can I have
a little more coffee, please?

Well, maybe it's just as well.

You don't sound very sympathetic.

Oh, I am. It's just that when you and I
are together I always feel like

Victor Scott's the ghost at the feast.

I'd just like to lay him away long enough
to persuade you to marry me.

That's funny.
Victor told me the same thing.

- What?
- To marry you.

Brilliant man.

How about it?

Don't rush me, Ray, please.

- I have to go.
- What's the hurry?

I have to see my lawyer.
Want to come along?

Scott?

Mmm-hmm.

It's sort of an important occasion.

Maybe very important.

Okay, but I can see the old ghost
rising up again,

bigger and clammier than ever.

Now, Mr. Taylor, you testify that
you saw the defendant strike the deceased

over the head with a lead pipe.

I don't know all about that.

But I saw that guy there hit the guy
that was killed.

There was a general free-for-all fight,
wasn't there, Mr. Taylor?

Sure, everybody was swinging.

- Did you take any part in it yourself?
- Yeah, I was in it.

Did you exchange any blows
with this gentleman?

I don't remember.

Now, isn't it a fact, Mr. Taylor,
that you were knocked unconscious

by this man
before the fatal blow was struck

and that you couldn't possibly
have seen the blow

that caused the death of the victim?

That little guy? Knock me out?

Little?

He's as big as I am.

You?

An old man like you
couldn't knock me out.

I got an iron jaw.

Not even if you weren't expecting
the blow?

Not even if I held up my chin like this
and let him hit it.

That's all, Mr. Taylor.
Thank you very much.

Your Honor, I move to dismiss the case
in the interest of justice.

Motion granted.

Ellen. What are you doing here?

We came to lend you moral support
and you didn't even notice us.

Well, you know me in the courtroom,
I never see anybody but the jury.

- How are you, Ray?
- Fine. That was a great performance, chief.

Knock-out, wasn't it?

And what a fee.

Fistful of nickels.

I don't know what made me think
I wanted to fool around with civil law.

- You sound like your old self, Vic.
- Oh, better.

A DA is just a big wheel
in a lot of machinery.

This way, you're on your own,
and that's the way I like it.

Vic, this sounds like a good time
for a double celebration.

Ray and I have something to tell you.

We're going to be married.

Then don't forget, I give the bride away.

I knew you wouldn't have it
any other way, Vic.

Well, I think this calls for a drink.

- Especially for me.
- No, thanks.

One thing you two don't need right now
is legal advice.

Besides, I have to look for an office.
No room for clients in this one.

- But we will see you soon, won't we, Vic?
- Yes, of course.

Now you two run along
and have a good time.

So long, chief.

Mr. Scott's office.

No, this is not
the Safeway Cleaners and Dryers.

Some idiot wants his pants pressed.

Maybe we ought to get a new number.

No, not so fast.
We may be pressing pants yet.

You should have stuck with that job
you had with the transit company.

If I have to count nickels and dimes,
I'd rather do it here.

That's your prettiest compliment yet.

Have you bought
that wedding present for me?

No, you can't afford anything
that expensive.

Why not? Business is booming.

Two pickpockets, one peeping Tom
and one grand theft auto.

- Now, go on, buy it.
- It's crazy. Look,

you can't make yourself feel any better
by throwing money away.

You know you should have married her
years ago.

I was too old.

You weren't too old seven years ago.
You were just too busy.

And too scared of losing
your precious independence.

Hinkel, I'm always wrong about you.

I thought I'd be glad to have you back.

Go on, buy that present.

I will, if I can find a jeweler
who gives up to 10 years to pay for...

I think we have a customer.

Are you coming or going?

I gotta see Mr. Scott right away.

- Well, he's a very busy...
- But I can't wait.

- In a few minutes it may be too late.
- The police?

- Yeah.
- Well, that's different, just a minute.

This looks good. He's shaking all over.
You can hear his teeth rattling.

Never mind the teeth,
can you hear any money rattling?

Loose change, anything?

- There's nothing on him but baying dogs.
- Send him in.

- I don't believe I've had the pleasure.
- You don't know me, Mr. Scott.

My name's Parker.

I'm cashier for
the E.A. Smith Company Securities House.

- E.A. Smith and Company?
- Yes, sir.

Sit down.

What have you done?

I've taken $90,000.

- So you're an embezzler.
- I didn't mean to steal it.

I only borrowed it.
I was going to put it right back.

Well, what have you done with it?
Played the market?

Me, play the market? Certainly not.

- It was the horses.
- All of it?

- Well, there was a woman.
- Yes, naturally.

And you wanted to give her nice things.

With embezzlers
it's always women and racetracks.

Occupational disease.
Where have you got it?

Right here.

Let's see it.

- What do you want me to do?
- Keep me out of jail.

Don't let them take me.
You can beat anything.

I read all about you in the papers.

- Have you told anybody about this?
- No.

I wanted to confess,
but Mr. Smith is a hard man,

he'd send me to jail for $10.

The state auditors are already there.
They'll discover it any minute.

Well, then, there isn't any time to lose.

Now, look, Parker,
you're taking orders from me right now.

- Remember that.
- Yes, sir.

Lock him in the empty office
and keep him quiet.

- What's the phone number?
- What?

E.A. Smith and Company,
what's the number?

Oh, Winslow 42-800.

- Winslow 4...
- No, 84-200.

84...

Still juggling figures, eh, Parker?

Leave that alone.

Now, you do as I tell you or
I'll throw you out for the first cop to pinch.

- Parker.
- Parker.

Impossible.

I don't believe it.

Why, he's one of our
most trusted employees.

They usually are, Mr. Smith.

It's rather a pity to wait
and let the auditors convince you,

but since you asked for it...

- I realize that your time is limited...
- Now, wait.

You spoke of restitution.

In part. If Parker is not prosecuted.

I'll not consider it.
It's an outrage. It's blackmail.

How much?

$50,000.

Why, that's absurd. I won't think of it.

Parker goes to jail.

Which he richly deserves,
but can you afford to think only of Parker?

Why not?

The unpleasant publicity
of an embezzlement

naturally will affect public confidence
in your institution.

How much confidence can you afford
to lose today, Mr. Smith?

You... You... You...

You...

- What's that?
- $50,000.

- I won't accept it!
- Yes, of course not,

but you might be interested
in identifying the wrappers.

- $50,000.
- Precisely.

Better than nothing.

- What's this?
- An agreement not to prosecute Parker.

- And if I refuse to sign it?
- Parker stands trial.

And you gain nothing
but a black eye for your firm.

Now, may I know the whereabouts
of my former cashier?

Well, yes. Yes, indeed. Of course.

Oh, all right, Hinkel, now.

He's here. I almost forgot to give you
the pleasure of seeing him.

You thief! You cheap little crook!

To think I trusted you for 10 years.

Why did you do it?

- Mr. Smith, I...
- Don't talk to me.

Well? Well, haven't you anything to say?

Go on, go on, Parker, speak up.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. You see...
- Sorry?

You steal $90,000 and you're sorry.

- Well, I tried to make restitution.
- Restitution, a paltry 50,000.

I restored 60,000.

Well, naturally,
there was the attorney's fee.

$10,000 for your part
in this criminal affair?

No, for the knowledge of a lifetime.

Fine pair. A thief and a blackleg lawyer.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Smith,
how's Mr. Garland?

- Who?
- Frank Garland.

The name's not familiar to me.

Now, Mr. Smith, even the schoolchildren
know about Frank Garland.

Oil wells, breweries,
trucking companies, hotels,

investment companies, such as yours,
to say nothing of vice...

Sir, are you suggesting
in any way that I am...

Oh, no, no. Not at all, Mr. Smith.

Then it's all settled?
They won't prosecute me?

No.

You're not gonna keep all my 10,000...

Your 10,000? You stole it. I earned it.

But it's all I've got.

You wouldn't take everything I have,
would you?

I can't get work now. What can I do?

You can get out of town and keep going
before you lose more than money.

Then it's true about Garland?

E.A. Smith and Company
is one of his fronts.

Better get a move on, Parker.

- Hinkel?
- Yes, sir.

Hinkel,

I think we can pay cash
for that wedding present now.

All things change except this office.

- Hello, Ray.
- Hello, Mr. Scott.

Sorry I'm late, Mr. Ford, but I didn't get
your message until a few minutes ago.

I think you know Mr. Smith.

Do you need me for anything else
right now, chief?

No, I'll catch you later, Ray.

Mr. Scott, this gentleman accuses you
of having committed a felony

in the sum of $10,000.

On the contrary,
I saved his corporation $50,000.

Mr. Smith is the one
who has violated the law.

Me? Me?

In the penal law there's a crime known
as compounding a felony.

- Would you like a definition?
- What does he mean?

Compounding a felony is roughly defined
as concealing a crime.

But that's what he did.

An attorney is not bound to make known
to the authorities

a crime confessed to him by his client.

In fact, he's prohibited from doing so
as a privileged communication.

Is that correct, Mr. Ford?

That's the law.

When Parker made restitution through me
a part of the funds,

did you agree not to prosecute?

- I... Well, I...
- Did you, Mr. Smith?

He did.

And in writing.

Mr. Smith, you should have taken
legal advice.

There's nothing I can do for you. Nothing.

I'll take this up with the Mayor.

I'll take this up...

Mr. Scott, I'm not going to pretend
that I approve of your procedure.

It was legal and in my client's interest.

What more can you ask of an attorney?

- I'm sorry.
- Ellen.

I didn't know you were still here.

I was hoping I'd see you.

- How are you?
- Fine.

We miss you, Vic.
You promised to drop over.

And I will, but I've had my hands full.

Too full, Mr. Ford seems to think.

Mr. Scott seems to forget very quickly
that he once sat at this desk.

Well, you're wrong. I'll never forget it.

However, if you want to lock horns
with me, maybe you'll wish I could.

Every time you sit there
and have a thought,

just remember I sat there
and had it before you.

Bye-bye.

- Mr. Scott, my name is Andrew Garth.
- Yes?

I believe you know the gentleman
I'm associated with, Mr. Frank Garland?

Yes, I've heard the name.

He wondered if you could drop by
and see him.

Now, why would Frank Garland want
to see me right out of the blue?

It's not exactly out of the blue, Mr. Scott.

My office hours are from 9:00 to 5:00.
Tell him to phone for an appointment.

Mr. Garland would like you to come
to his office, Mr. Scott. Now.

What if I'm too busy to go?

Nobody's that busy.

- You may be right.
- I am, Mr. Scott.

Beautifully tailored suit, Mr. Garth.

I suppose you wear suspenders.
I mean braces.

Yeah, just as I thought, braces.

Tell the boss we're here,
will you please, Miss Worth?

Mr. Garland asked me to remind you
to take care of the errand

he mentioned this morning.

Oh, of course, right away.

- Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Scott.
- Thank you.

Mr. Scott to see you.

Tell him to wait a moment.

Friend of yours, Ray.
You better use the other door.

So long, Mr. Garland.

You're doing great. See you.

Send Mr. Scott in.

Play me another chorus.

You stole $10,000 of my money.

Bigtime for a cheap finagler like you.

Sour note.

Were you really stupid enough to think
that you could knife Frank Garland?

Get up that $10,000 or you won't be
chasing ambulances anymore.

They'll be chasing you.

Go right on, honey.

The name is Angel O'Hara.

- Listen to me, Scott.
- You know, Angel...

Go to Ben Rice at the Club Continental.
Tell him you're hired.

Leave your private telephone number
with my secretary.

- Thank you, Mr. Garland.
- Later.

Interesting girl.

Lives and breathes music.

Well!

I always knew that you were
a man of far-flung interests...

Degas.

Isn't that a Gauguin?

I've always had to content myself
with reproductions.

When you were District Attorney,
how much did you know about me?

Oh, quite a lot.
I'd have indicted you in time.

No, because 90% of my interests

are as genuine and respectable
as those paintings.

Trucking companies,
investment houses, canneries,

credit jewelry, 38 stores.

- Very impressive.
- So's the way you took my man Smith.

You have legal knowledge and nerve.

I can use both.

No, thanks.

Could be very profitable.

Make that 10,000 look like peanuts.

You're like me, you gotta be on top.

What do you say?

You don't need a criminal lawyer
for your legitimate interests.

You want me for your rackets.

For your gambling and vice
that pays the freight.

- Am I to believe you have scruples?
- No, no, no, none whatever.

- Then there's no problem.
- And no deal.

Know why I could never indict you?
Because nobody would talk.

Why wouldn't they?
Because you own them, body and soul.

Well, you're not gonna own me. Nobody is.

- 15-2, 15-4.
- 15-2, 15-4.

Well, your game.

This is your lucky day.

I understand you won
that oil rights case, too.

One of the junior partners
did most of the work.

Nothing like having bright young men
around the office.

You weren't so lucky in that Carol thing.

Who's Carol?

Fellow named Al Carol and
his business partner wanted to split up.

We were handling the legal details.

Right in the middle of it,
his partner died. Suddenly.

Too suddenly.

We're indicting Carol for slipping
his former associate a little poison.

Well, that's one way
of dissolving a partnership.

You going to defend him, Steve?

Well, he wants us to, but it's not our line.

Say, how about you
handling the trial work for us?

- Is he guilty?
- Our clients are never guilty.

Especially with a kibitzer present.

Oh, don't worry about me.
I've got to get home to dinner.

Say, do I! Ellen will murder me
if I keep that roast waiting.

- How's the cooking?
- Why don't you come and find out?

- One of these days. That's a promise.
- Good.

Well? How about it?
Are you going to handle the trial for us?

- If the fee is big enough.
- Bigger than I can say out loud.

Louis, another drink for Mr. Harper.

Actually, ladies and gentlemen,
this is a very, very simple case.

The prosecution charges
that the defendant committed murder

by administering poison.

The prosecution has tried to show you

that Mr. Carol's business partner
finally became a business rival,

and for that reason he was,
shall we say, eliminated.

Now, the law provides much simpler
and less risky ways

of dissolving partnerships.

Murder seems a little unnecessary.

A little overemphatic.

But the prosecution had to find
some alleged motive.

Also, the prosecution is trying to
introduce evidence

that the defendant was engaged
in illegal enterprises.

Well, let me say
that I myself in preparing the case

made every effort to uncover
anything questionable in his activities,

and I can honestly tell you
that I found nothing.

The prosecution is merely trying
to prejudice your minds.

And the court justly ruled

that all such evidence be stricken out.

Is this the bottle
containing the so-called poison

which was used to commit the murder?

It is.

You say it contains enough poison
to kill a dozen men?

It does.

Ladies and gentlemen,
here's my answer to the accusation.

I have concluded, ladies and gentlemen.

Are you all right?

Never felt better.

Well, what happens now?

Ford asks for a recess.

Yes, Mr. Prosecutor?

I want to enter a firm protest
against the sensational

and deplorable antics of the attorney
for the defense, Mr. Victor Scott.

I will take the protest under advisement.

Is the prosecution ready
with its summation?

Your Honor, in the light of
this unexpected development,

the People request a recess
until tomorrow morning.

Recess granted.

Make a note to file this
in the county clerk's office.

Also, make a memorandum to look up
the decision of the court of appeals

in the case of The People v. Stacey.

Vic.

There was poison in that bottle.

You don't think
I'd deliberately take poison?

But the analyst said there was...

Well, let's say the analyst's report
is incomplete.

What do you mean?

I mean your boss needs an analyst,
a new one.

Now, don't worry.

Father's orders.

I've never seen anything like it, Mr. Scott!
Never!

Oh, you're the greatest man I ever saw!

Madam, you're not inferring
my client is guilty?

Hold it, Mr. Scott.

Quite a stunt, Mr. Scott.

Let's say I simply had
the courage of my convictions.

Sure, and something up your sleeve.

Tell me, do you like this better
than being governor?

I'm afraid you're not one of
my most ardent admirers, Mr. Knight.

But I am. Or at least my editor is.

He's interested in good copy,
and you get more interesting every day.

He'd like to do a whole series of articles
on your new career.

Some other time.

Oh, now, Mr. Scott, don't tell me
you're not interested in publicity.

How else can a mouthpiece
advertise his wares?

If I had known you were coming,
I'd have saved you some poison.

Then it was poison.

Don't believe everything
you read in the papers.

You seem nervous. Got an appointment?

Yes, I have, and I'm in a hurry.

Excuse me.

Better hurry with that pump.

Thanks, Scott.

The defendant was one of
my valued associates.

But I hardly expected you
to risk your life for him.

You knew?

Looks like we're all on
the same team now, doesn't it, Vic?

Sorry Mrs. Harper couldn't be here
this evening.

Shame, isn't it?

Al, good to see you back in circulation.
Make yourself at home.

Thanks. Just don't offer me a chair.

Miss Hathaway, Mr. Garland.

I believe I have run into Miss Hathaway
from time to time.

Try this on for size, Ginnie.

Isn't it gorgeous?

You have such elegant taste, Mr. Garland.

- And what's this?
- Remembrances for the ladies.

Such simply elegant taste.

Our guest of honor.

I think Mr. Carol should rate that.

Yeah, thanks to you.

- How you feeling?
- I'm fine.

I've discovered that I have
a very strong stomach.

How fortunate for all of us.

I have a little souvenir for you.

- You know, when you drank that stuff...
- Yes?

...I nearly got a heart attack.

Well, it's a good thing the DA's analyst
forgot to state

that that particular poison
takes 45 minutes to work.

Even so, if Ford hadn't asked for a recess,
you'd have needed another lawyer.

This is a rather rare variety.
I selected it especially for you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but I don't know
one carnation from another.

The study of flowers can be
very rewarding.

Open it.

Hello.

I see you got the job.

I see you did, too.

Miss Hinkel, Mr. Goldman's on the phone.

Says he must see Mr. Scott today.
It's a matter of life or death.

Fine, tell him 3:00 tomorrow.

- Miss Hinkel, excuse me...
- I know, I know.

Now, be patient.
Mr. Scott will see you as soon as he can.

I'm sorry, Mr. Goldman,
it'll have to be 3:00 tomorrow.

Right away.

Hello. Mr. Scott's office.

You could be overdoing this, you know.

All work and no play makes...

Now, no finger-wagging today.
I'm too busy.

Here. File this, just in case.
He may be back, and he may not.

He looked a little upset.

Yeah, they always look that way
when they won't level with me.

How can a lawyer help anyone
who won't tell him the truth?

Oh, here, the horse parlor case.

In the permanent file. It's closed.

$300,000 a month wire service take.

Who gets all that money?

How should I know?
All my clients are innocent.

- Yes, Ruth?
Mrs. Borden's here.

Have her come in.

Send her in, Ruth.

Hello, Hinkel.

It's wonderful to see you again, Ellen.

Ellen, this is a pleasant surprise.

It's nice to have at least one visitor
who hasn't committed a felony.

Same old Hinkel.

Yes, but is it the same old Victor?

- How's Ray?
- He's fine.

Victor, I must talk to you.

- Don't tell me you need an attorney.
- No, no.

But perhaps you will.

You mean, this is an official visit?

No, the District Attorney doesn't know
I'm here. This is on my own.

I see.

Victor, what's happened to you?

Has winning become that important?

It's always been important to me.

What are you getting at?

I want to know what's become of
the Victor I once knew.

Well, come on, Ellen, get to the point.
What is all this?

Victor, you're winning your cases
by any crooked methods you can use.

You mean, the horse parlor case?

Well, it's not my fault
that your boss couldn't get an indictment.

Do you expect me to believe that?

As former district attorney, you have
a pipeline into our office. You must have.

One of our people is in your pocket,
and the DA knows it.

Now, look, Ellen, Ford has
a whole army of people working for him,

including yourself.

I have to buck all that alone.
I'll use any weapon that's handy.

Sure, I had certain information,
but it didn't come to me from your office.

I'm sorry I don't believe you.

I can't.

Did you ever know me to lie to you, Ellen?

I'm not sure I ever knew you at all.

Goodbye, Victor.

She arrived at Scott's office at 4:03
and was admitted at once.

She left at 4:09
and went back to her office.

Did she seem nervous?

Mr. Ford, we don't deal in conjectures.

Like the District Attorney's Office,
our business is facts only.

Mrs. Borden has a fine record here.

But she is an intimate friend
of Victor Scott's.

Perhaps more intimate than we know,
much as I hate to say it.

I shouldn't have to emphasize to you
how serious this is.

When I hire a private organization
to spy on my own personnel...

Phillips, if this constant leakage
of information isn't stopped,

we might as well close up shop.

Every assistant district attorney, every
special investigator is being watched.

We're not miracle men, Mr. Ford.
That's all we can do.

I think I can do more.

Miss Connolly, I'd like to see
all the department chiefs

in my office immediately.

Also Mrs. Borden.

Don't bother to call Mr. Graves.
He's already here.

Yes, sir.

Thanks, Phillips. I'll let you know
if anything comes of my idea.

Okay, Mr. Ford.

Mr. Graves.

- What happens now?
- You'll see.

- You want me, chief?
- Yes, but we'll wait for the others.

Sit down, Ellen.

This will just take a minute.

I wanted you all to know that we haven't
given up on that horse parlor case.

We're convinced Harry Devine is guilty,

and we won't give up until we get him
and the men behind him.

I'm instructing the police department
to pick up Devine again.

If they want to play rough, we can, too.

That's all.

I still don't get it.

Is this some kind of a trap,
or is it on the level?

It's both.

We want Harry Devine,
and we want to find the leak.

If Devine's warned, we'll at least know

that someone who was in this office
just now tipped him off.

Oh, by the way, George, if you're
the tipster, you'd better make your move,

unless you want Scott and Garland
on your neck when we bring Devine in.

Hello, Ray.

Say, I've been missing you
the last few days.

When are we going to take
that fishing trip?

Well, I'm afraid it'll have to be
next summer.

We're real busy.

Now, don't you kid me.

It's Ellen.
You'd better start asserting yourself.

Maybe you're right.

Listen, why don't you drop in my office
and we'll talk it over sometime?

Okay.

Say, I've got a new rod, and is it a honey.

And if you want one like it,
I can get it for you for 20% off.

Well, that's fine.

Well, listen, you call me up,
and we'll talk it over.

- Okay, Ray, will do.
- Fine.

Oh, Ray, here you are.

Weren't we going to meet
at the south entrance?

No, here.
At least, that's what I thought you said.

Oh, well, it doesn't matter. Come on.

It's nice to get home
after that madhouse downtown.

Well, what's that for?

I'm agreeing with you.
It's nice to be home.

What's for dinner?

Just as I thought. Dinner.

- I'll fix a drink.
- Good, I'll be right with you.

Ellen, who's been drinking my Scotch?

Well, the last time I saw the bottle,
it was half full.

Oh, dear.

The building must have
a new cleaning woman.

Oh, well, I'll go over to Matt's
and get another fifth. I'll be right back.

No, Ray, I'll go. There are some things
I want at the market anyway.

Okay.

But don't take the weekend.
I'm hungry and I'm thirsty.

I know about you.

Mr. Garland's residence.

Who is this?

Well, of course it makes a difference.

Mr. Garland doesn't speak to just anybody.

Listen, you dumb broad, tell him
it's Ray Borden, and it's very important.

Mr. Garland, darling, sweetie...

Will you please shut up?

Can't you see I'm talking long distance?

Tell him we'll pay $240,000 down.
No more.

Hello, I'm extremely sorry,
but Mr. Garland's talking long distance

and cannot be disturbed.

Well, tell him to call Ray Borden back
right away.

Ray?

What's so important?

Order from the DA
to pick up Harry Devine.

Looks like I'll have to go
and get another bottle.

We'd better clean it up first.

They'll smell it way down the hall.

They'll think we're running a saloon.

You must be thirstier than ever now.

I won't be a minute!

Who are you trying to fool?
I know you heard.

Just can't wait to phone the DA, can you?

Remember me? I'm your husband.

How can I ever forget it after this?

Who are you loyal to? The DA or me?

I married you because I loved you.
And you're mine.

Aren't you? Answer me! Aren't you?

Yes.

Well, let's see you act like a wife
instead of a flunky for the DA.

Do you think I wanted
to get into this spot?

Ray, how can I talk about it?
How can I even think about it?

I got sucked into this.

Could I help it that I like to gamble

and couldn't pay off on
the peanuts they paid me downtown?

What did you want me to do?

Let myself get found in an alley
some morning?

I had to play it smart. I had to go along.

And what harm has it done?

If it hadn't been me,
they'd have found somebody else.

You can't stop them. Nobody can.

So you might as well climb on for the ride.

Your precious friend Victor Scott did it.

Why do you look down your nose at me?

At least Victor Scott's not on
the public payroll.

Ellen, look at me.

Look at me and tell me I come first,
ahead of everything.

Have I ever said you didn't?

Prove to me you can keep
that pretty little mouth shut.

How could I prove it?

That's just it. You can't.

Too bad we didn't get married years ago,
before you got DA written all over you.

Now it's too late.

Don't come any closer, Ray.
Don't come any closer!

Please, Ray, don't come any closer!

You may come in now, Mr. Scott.

Thank you.

Victor, what are you doing here?

Why didn't you tell me?

I'll only be a minute.

She in your pay, too?

She told me it was my lawyer.

My lawyer's name is Fraser, not Scott.

Well, it's Scott now.

Fraser welcomed me with open arms.

You can't represent me
without my consent.

Besides, I don't need Victor Scott.

I'm guilty of nothing,
except defending myself.

Was Ed Clary guilty?

They haven't even charged you.

You're a lawyer.
Doesn't that mean something to you?

It means they're doubtful about
whether to charge me at all.

Hardly.

They're arguing whether to make it
first or second-degree murder.

- No, I don't believe it.
- You'd better.

You may be fighting for your life.

Ellen, listen to me.

Ray's dead. You shot him.
There was no witness.

It could have been a family row.
It could have been jealousy.

You could have been considering it
for a long time.

It could be first-degree.

But it wasn't. It wasn't!

Yes, I know.

I know Ray Borden was the pipeline.

Then I suppose it was you
on the other end of the phone.

Now, don't make me feel any guiltier
than I already do.

Ellen, we were together a long time.

That's as far as it went,
because I think we both knew

I was the wrong man for you.

But now, and only for now,
I'm the right one.

I can get you out of this.

And I may be the only one who can.
You've got to believe that.

Oh, Ray!

I feel so alone, so undecided
about everything, so helpless.

Courts and trials,

they all seem so frightening

when you're on the other side.

I should have taken
better care of you, Ellen.

Just trust me.

Well, Mr. Scott,
you've been told I'm very busy.

The police say you intend to resist
this writ of habeas corpus.

Yes, they checked with me.

It was procured irregularly.

We're getting tired of your methods,
Mr. Scott.

It was not procured irregularly,

and it's signed by Judge Wick
of the superior court.

Yes, yes, I know.

I don't believe Judge Wick
can be corrupted, even by you.

Well, thank you for that concession.

You knew we were here,
but you made sure we had no opportunity

to oppose the issuance of this writ.

Well, there it is,
duly signed and legally procured.

You will release the prisoner
or charge her.

Ellen Borden will be charged today.

Then I'll arrange for bail.

Mr. Scott, there'll be no bail.

She's being charged with
first-degree murder.

You'll never get an indictment.

That's for the grand jury to decide.

The case puzzled me for a while.

But no longer.

The motive is quite clear now.

And now, if you'll excuse me...

- Get Mr. Graves on the phone.
Yes, sir.

No, George. Scott just left my office.

From now on, he is to be considered
a material witness

and watched around the clock.

I expect a full report of all his movements.

Hello, Mr. Scott.

Andy.

What are you doing here?

- Waiting for you, Mr. Scott.
- Yeah?

We've heard rumors, unpleasant rumors.
Let's take a little stroll.

I'm in no mood for you. Beat it.

Come on, Mr. Scott.

Get in.

- Hello, Victor.
- Hello, Frank.

- Thought we'd better have a chat.
- About what?

They're saying that you're going
to defend Ellen Borden in court.

That's right.

That might be embarrassing.

Forget it. You're not going to be involved.

I'm a worrier, Victor.

Sometimes these things backfire.

Well, every time you go into a courtroom,
it's a gamble.

I'm the house, Victor.

I never gamble.

Don't you realize why I took this case?

I know Ray Borden was your man.

Now, do you want some other lawyer
poking into this thing,

turning up all the evidence he can find,
no matter whom it hurts?

I know how to keep on safe ground.

I'm not just defending Ellen Borden.
I'm defending you.

I want you to know, Victor,
that you'll be very well paid for this case,

whichever way it turns out.

...or knocked it aside. I'm not sure which.

And that's when you pulled the trigger?

I never even knew I pulled the trigger.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Mrs. Borden, not content with
just killing your husband,

you would dishonor him as well.

Destroy his fine record and reputation
by testifying to a mythical phone call.

Tell us, who was the mythical person

you ask us to believe was
on the other end of the line?

I don't know.

You claim this phone call led to
the killing of your husband,

and you don't know?

No.

I see.

This is a very harrowing picture
you've painted for us, Mrs. Borden.

A maddened killer in front of you,
and a 10-story drop at your back.

Classic picture.

Defenseless womanhood with nothing but
a. 38 caliber revolver in her hand.

But naturally, it was well-painted.

You and Mr. Scott have made
a very artistic team for a very long time.

I object!

The prosecutor's comments
are not pertinent to the case.

I intend to show
that they are extremely pertinent.

Objection overruled.

Cross-examination will continue.

Mrs. Borden, were you not indebted
to Victor Scott for your education?

Yes. I'm grateful to him.

Were you not also indebted to him
for your first job,

your only job, that of legal assistant
in the District Attorney's Office?

Yes.

Was not your relationship
with Victor Scott,

who is here in court defending you today,

so close that it continued even after
your marriage to Ray Borden?

Why, yes.

Wasn't that somewhat unusual
for a married woman?

Of course not!
I don't know what you mean!

Did you, or did you not,
visit Victor Scott the day of the murder?

Your Honor, I object!

The prosecutor knows that self-defense
is not murder.

Objection sustained.

Had not Victor Scott recently thwarted
justice in the so-called horse parlor case,

a case which you had helped to prepare?

Mr. Scott did win the case.

Mr. Scott's success in that case
was obviously due to

his having received prior information
concerning our plans.

Were you, as my assistant,
in a position to give him that information?

Your Honor, I object to Mr. Ford laying
the blame for his own ineptitude

at the door of my client.

Mr. Scott, you're out of order.

The question here is one of fact,
not conjecture.

Were you in such a position, Mrs. Borden?

Yes.

On the night in question, was there any
discussion between you and your husband

about this leakage of information?

Why, yes, there was.

And wasn't it your husband's duty
as chief investigator

to uncover the source of this betrayal
of public trust?

Yes, it was his...

And wasn't it his duty,
if he did uncover the pipeline,

to report it to me immediately?

Yes, but I'm trying...

And as a point of fact,
did he not uncover it that night?

Did he not confront you with your guilt,

and did you not murder him
to keep him from reporting to me?

- No! How can you twist the facts...
- I'm twisting nothing.

Did you, or did you not, kill your husband
to prevent him from doing his duty?

No!

Answer this,
and please answer it carefully.

Wasn't this situation,
this leakage of information,

the direct cause of Ray Borden's death?

- Yes, but you...
- No further questions.

Do you wish to reexamine your witness?

Your Honor, I ask for an hour's recess.

Has the prosecution any objection?

No objection at all, Your Honor.

As it is nearly noon,
court will resume session at 2:00.

I won't let you down.

Well, here are the files. Now what do I do?

Put them in an envelope
and mail it to yourself, registered mail.

That ought to keep them out of circulation
long enough.

It gives me the creeps,
like it was your will or something.

Hinkel, you're being morbid.
Come on, let's go.

- Mr. Garland in?
- Why, yes, but he's busy at the moment.

Scratch that all out
and take a new letter.

This is to confirm our conversation
of last Thursday.

- We'll finish this later, Dorothy.
- Yes, Mr. Garland.

Well, Scott, I hear everything is going fine.

Then Andy is more optimistic than I am.

Why? They haven't smoked out
a thing on us so far.

- I'm losing the case.
- Oh, be a sport.

There's always got to be a first time.

Sit down. Relax.
I'll have some lunch sent in.

You're not listening.

You're going to be in the middle of this
before you know it.

There won't be any middle
if you lose it fast enough.

Impossible. I can't plead the defendant
guilty without her consent.

What have they got
that I don't know about?

Well, something
they don't know about yet.

Now, we've got to get a dismissal
before this thing goes any further.

How?

We'll need some help from Andy.

It may take a little of his time,
about three years.

You're ahead of me, Victor.

The prosecution has based its whole case
on Ellen being the pipeline.

That's the only motive they can show.

So I put Andy on as a defense witness.

He admits he was the contact man
and Ray Borden was the leak.

What happens to Andy?

They'll prosecute him
for corruption of a public official.

He'll plead guilty

to cut off all embarrassing questions,
and get three years at the most.

Am I expected to sacrifice Andy
just to save Ellen Borden?

To save yourself.

And by the way,
how's your latest girlfriend, Angel O'Hara?

How should I know?
I threw her out a week ago.

Why?

I understand,
on the day of the alleged murder,

she took Ray Borden's phone call
at your apartment.

That's a direct link to you, Frank.

- Who knows about this?
- I do.

- Anybody else?
- Not yet.

I don't want to see Ellen Borden
take this rap, Frank.

Three years isn't a long time, Andy.

- You're young.
- Not that young.

I've done a lot for you.

You always wanted to be a gentleman.
I made you one.

- We've been like a father and son.
- Cut it.

I'd love to cooperate with you
and toss Andy to the wolves,

but his character is so poor,
he'd probably rat on me.

- There's gotta be another way out.
- No, there isn't any.

Make Ellen Borden look so guilty
the prosecution can just sit on its hands.

- Well, I've got to go.
- You heard me.

Lose the case and lose it now.

If the lid blows off, don't blame me.

I don't blame people. I bury them.

That reminds me, if you get trigger-happy,

remember all my files relating to you
will be on their way to the DA.

He was bluffing.

Sure, but why did he say it now?

Andy, I think Mrs. Borden
needs a new lawyer.

He's coming out. Been with Garland.

Too bad. He was a good DA.
Best we ever had.

He had a touch.

- What happened?
- No deal. Let's go.

A tail if I ever saw one.

Turn down the next street. It's shorter.

- It's not much of a street.
- It'll do.

Right at the next corner.
Speed her up a little.

What is this? A driving lesson?

Stop here.

- Here, this is the address.
- But I thought you were coming.

Plans change. Go on.

Mr. Scott is delinquent. It's after 2:00.

Your Honor, I've just been informed that
Mr. Scott has been delayed

for a reason of extreme seriousness.

- Yes, Mr. Ford?
- Within the past quarter hour

an attempt has been made
on Mr. Scott's life.

Do you have any further details?

My men killed his assailant
and Mr. Scott left the scene in a taxi.

They couldn't say whether or not
he had sustained any injury.

I beg the court's pardon for the delay,
but it was unavoidable.

So I understand, Mr. Scott.

But are you all right?
Are you able to continue?

Yes, Your Honor.

I would like to call my next witness.
Miss Angel O'Hara.

Is she present in the court?

Well, Mr. Scott, is she?

Yes. Yes, she is, Your Honor.

Would you please take the stand?

Raise your right hand.

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

- so help you God?
- Yes, sir.

Miss O'Hara,

were you in the apartment
of Frank Garland at approximately 6:30

on the evening of March the 3rd?

Yes, sir.

Do you have personal knowledge
of a phone call at that time and date?

Yes, I have.

- Who was the call for?
- Mr. Garland.

And who made the call?

Ray Borden.

You sure of that?
- Absolutely, he told me his name.

Besides, he was very insulting.

You'd heard Mr. Borden's voice
on other occasions?

Why, of course. I talked to him several
times when he came to see Mr. Garland.

Will you explain...

Vic.

Ellen, you're a lawyer.
You ought to be able to take it from here.

Vic, what's happened?
What have they done to you?

Don't let them call a recess.
Gotta protect that witness.

Worth her weight in gold.

Mr. Ford, in view of the circumstances
and the testimony we've just heard,

do you care to proceed with the case?

Your Honor, the People move that the case
be dismissed in the interest of justice.

So ordered.

Thank you, Vic.

Vic, my men are on their way
to pick up Frank Garland.

And this time, thanks to you,

I think the District Attorney's Office
will get an indictment.

Mr. Scott, the court trusts you will appear
before us soon again,

but in a less spectacular manner.

Ellen, next time
I tell you to marry somebody,

don't listen to me.

Father's orders.

I guess this is one he really wanted to win.