All language subtitles for Perry.Mason.S09E06.The.Case.of.the.Carefree.Coronary.DVDRip.x264

Get up, you bum.

You can sleep later.

He's faking it. It's a fix!

He's going in the water.

Get up, you... Jack! Jack!

What's wrong?

My chest.

I can hardly... Aah!

Jack! Oh, Jack! Somebody,
please, get a doctor!

- I'm Dr. Caudere.
- Oh, doctor, what's wrong with him?

Stand back, everyone.
Give this man some room.

Please doctor, what is it?

I think he's having a coronary.

Oh, no.

Look out, look out.

Please, hurry. Hurry!

Gentlemen, help him on
the stretcher with his feet.

Coronary disability.

Over 500 percent increase
in the last three years.

It doesn't make any sense.

Our corporate attorney,
Mr. Lanphier, he can't understand it.

We have one of the finest
actuarial departments in the country.

Mr. Groody has had 30 years of
experience, and he can't explain it.

What we need from you, Mr. Mason, is
a fresh, impartial study of our problem.

Surely, Los Angeles isn't undergoing
a sudden epidemic of coronaries.

After all, you don't write
your policies by mail order.

All these people were examined

then screened before
you wrote their policies.

Ours is a small
company, Mr. Mason.

Personally, I'd hate to give up
writing this type of protection.

Not only has it been
very profitable in the past

but many people need
and depend upon it.

But a bankrupt company,
big or small, is no protection

and won't make anybody happy.

All right.

Perhaps I might
confer with Mr. Groody.

Anything.

As your attorney, I want to
go on record here and now

against bringing
Mason into this.

Why? His reputation...

He has no experience
in our business.

He could involve us in
legal situations we'll all regret.

Have you thought of that?

- Oh, Doreen.
- Yes, sir.

This is Mr. Perry Mason.

He's just undertaken a...

Well, uh, a special legal
study for the company.

- It's a pleasure.
- My pleasure.

Ms. Wilde is my assistant.

Doreen, could you run copies
of all our disability composites,

computer cross-analysis,

and lists of all of our disability
policyholders now being compensated?

Yes, sir. Anything else?

What else is there?

- Making any progress?
- Heh.

Well, we've been
at it long enough

to have taken the square root of minus
one and made mathematical history.

That's only the difficult.

The impossible might
take us a little longer.

Impossible?

Like what?

Such as determining why a high
percentage of disability policyholders

are suffering and
dying of heart attacks.

I seem to be wrong, Mr. Groody.

Wrong about what?

They're having the heart
attacks, yes, but they aren't dying.

Oh, it's true. They're incapacitated.
That's our problem, you see.

We have to continue paying
disability benefits as long...

Why aren't they
dying, Mr. Groody?

Serious coronaries?

Isn't the mortality
rate normally high?

Oh, yes. About 10 percent.

Well, what is it among
your policyholders?

It's less than 1.8 percent.

Company's been so
close to the problem

they've apparently
overlooked this disparity.

Aren't these disability
cases examined

and certified by your
own company physician?

Oh, yes, and reexamined and
re-certified at regular intervals

with new electrocardiograms.

Mr. Groody, could you arrange for
me to obtain these electrocardiograms

and have them examined by
an independent cardiologist?

I suppose I could.

They're in Dr. Chauncy
Hartlund's office.

You don't think that he might...

I don't think anything as yet.

But there has to be an
explanation somewhere

for all those
lively disabilities.

It might be in his files, huh?

Well, I'll get at it first
thing in the morning.

- Good night, Mr. Mason.
- Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, who did what to whom?

And I hope it's good because
you've just torn me away

from a very delectable divorcee.

How's your bedside manner, Paul?

My what?

Feel like cheering up a few
convalescent coronaries?

- He's putting me on.
- He means it.

You know, these poor
gentlemen really have it made.

They're too weak to work.

None of them recover,
but none of them die either.

Oh.

Every month they
collect a nice fat check.

Yes, but, uh, don't they
have to be examined?

Regularly.

Yet they rarely die, Paul.

That's all we have to go on.

They rarely die.

Time for your medicine, honey.

Let's take it with
your iced tea, huh?

No, let me do that.

You don't wanna exert yourself.

You know what the doctor said.

Pretty good form, huh?

Especially for a coronary.

Of all the cases we've checked,

and I mean we've
covered a lot of them,

this is the only one
that's worth following up.

- Who is he, Paul?
- Jackie David.

Years ago he was
a club fighter in town.

Less than a month ago he
had a massive heart attack.

He certainly made
an amazing recovery.

Miraculous.

Well, that's it.

Show's over.

I don't know when
I've enjoyed one more.

Della, call that heart
specialist for the company.

Dr. Chauncey Hartlund?

Yes, ask him to
order the great fighter

to come to his office
for a reexamination.

Well, Clay, what
was that all about?

Just had my annual checkup.

You know what my
sawbones told me?

He told me that I've got the
veins of a man half my age.

To what do you attribute
your good fortune?

Clean living.

Proper breathing, and the fact
that I come from magnificent stock.

Is that so?

Oh, we County Cork
Clays are corkers.

Do you know that my
favorite Uncle Finian was 87

when he took his fifth bride.

And that's what killed him.

Don't you believe it.

He died 20 years later lifting
his horse out of a peat bog.

By himself.

By himself.

Mr. Mason.

Well, Mr. Lanphier. Sit down.

- Have some coffee?
- No, thank you.

You know, I've been
meaning to talk with you.

When we tried to get the
electrocardiograms from Dr. Hartlund

he referred us to you.

That's right.

I advised him he was perfectly
within his rights in refusing.

In my opinion, it
would be a violation

of the confidential
doctor-patient relationship,

but that's not why I'm here.

Mr. Watson told me

that you're planning to call in
Jack David for re-examination.

Why, yes.

As legal counsel for the company

I wanted to talk to you
before you went ahead.

It's less than a month since
Mr. David suffered a serious coronary.

I'm aware of that.

Well, according to Dr. Hartlund

the man's electrocardiogram is
one of the worst he's ever read.

I've familiarized myself with
the David case, Mr. Lanphier.

And I hope you've also familiarized
yourself with the legal aspects.

When I heard from
Mr. David's attorney...

- He's retained...
- Mr. Arthur Wendell.

He wanted me to be aware
of the full consequences

if anything should
happen to his client.

I've had dealings with
Mr. Wendell before.

He, uh, specializes in personal
injury cases, and he is very able.

You might say formidable.

Shall I report that
you've reconsidered?

No, tell Mr. Watson, that
as president of the company,

if he wants to call off our
arrangement that's fine.

But if I'm to continue, I
don't want my hands tied.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Hello?

Emergency? Who's calling?

Yes, it's all right,
put him through.

My name is Jack
David, Mr. Mason.

I'm sorry to get you up so late

but there's something I've
got to tell you, I'm scared.

Scared of what?

I can't talk now.
I've gotta hang up.

Tomorrow we can talk in
the doctor's office, Mr. Mason,

but we've gotta be alone, see?

Mr...

Do you think he'll show?

He has to, Dr. Hartlund, or be
disqualified for disability payments.

I don't mind
admitting, Mr. Mason,

I have serious misgivings
concerning this procedure.

After talking to Mr. Lanphier...

What did he tell you?

That an insurance company
doctor's in a very vulnerable position?

Some consider us fair game
for malpractice suits or...

Mr. Mason, I came.

I tried to get here on time.

- Nurse, oxygen.
- Oh, doctor, help him, please.

Quick, adrenalin.

I'll do everything I can,
but I'm afraid we're too late.

Oh, no.

You killed my husband.

You and that insurance
company making him come here

when you knew how he was.

You murdered him.

I presume you're aware that we
can sue you for everything you have,

and don't be
surprised, Dr. Hartlund,

if the medical board
picks up your license.

And as for this
high-powered lawyer here,

he's flirting with a felony
manslaughter charge.

Well?

Well, what?

Well, men in that condition

don't usually drop dead
two days later of a coronary.

Sometimes they do.

You read the obituary
columns, don't you?

It just doesn't make sense.

The day we took those pictures

the man apparently was
as healthy as you or I.

So I ordered him
in for reexamination.

But, Hamilton, he called
me in the middle of the night.

He was afraid of
something or somebody.

Didn't you say he'd
had a previous coronary?

- A month earlier. MASON:
But it was part of a pattern.

Insured people who
apparently have heart attacks,

draw disability, and stay alive.

Oh, Perry, I know you're bucking
Artie Wendell and a liability action,

and I know these
things can be expensive.

Wendell is even pushing me to press
manslaughter charges against you.

Naturally I'm not gonna
do that, or anything,

until I get the
coroner's report.

What about the pictures?

I can't get Perry off the hook
by creating an imaginary crime.

There's not a shred of evidence
that a crime has been committed.

Hamilton,

Jack David was
murdered, and I'll prove it.

Perry, if you do that, I'll follow
through with everything I've got.

Until then,

or unless the coroner's office turns
up something irregular at the inquest,

I'm afraid it's your
problem, not mine.

I must tell you, Mr. Mason,

the company attorney,
Mr. Lanphier, called me this morning.

He explained my legal position

and told me they
don't want a court fight.

That's tantamount to admission
of liability, civil and criminal.

Well, Lanphier
says a court trial,

the notoriety might be enough to
push the company into bankruptcy.

He wants to
negotiate a settlement.

Look, doctor,

I believe we have a murder
here, not a heart attack.

You can't go
along with Lanphier.

I am a doctor, Mr. Mason.

Now, I won't let Lanphier
dictate to me in medical matters

any more than I'd allow
you to tell me what to do.

You understand the purpose
of a pre-inquest conference?

We're here to determine

whether this death is or is not
a case for the coroner's office.

We have no prescribed
procedure. It's all informal.

However, at Mr. Mason's request,
we are having a transcript made.

Now, then.

"Circumstances surrounding the
sudden death of Mr. Jack David

in the outer office of
Dr. Chauncey Hartlund

at approximately
10:05 a.m. yesterday."

I see here that Mr. David was,
uh, under the care of Raul Caudere.

You're a cardiologist?

I'm a cardiopathist.

My methods for treating
the heart muscle are unique.

I combine modern medical knowledge
with amazing new physical techniques.

New techniques?

Yes.

Unusual methods
and esoteric drugs

which I discovered while in the
Mato Grosso of South America.

I see.

Well, then, what can you tell
us about Mr. David's condition?

His life was hanging from
a slender thread, so thick.

The slightest exertion...

Only complete rest
could have saved his life.

Unfortunately, when
he was compelled

to visit my learned
colleague's office... poof.

The routine
postmortem discovered

a massive myocardial infarction

sufficient to cause death.

Now, in these circumstances

since there was a qualified
physician, Dr. Hartlund, present,

I see no reason for this to
become a coroner's case.

If Dr. Hartlund certifies
the apparent cause of death.

Is he ready to so testify?

Oh, I don't know.

That would be
Dr. Hartlund's decision.

Well, doctor?

I, uh, have no knowledge as to
the cause of death of the deceased.

I see.

Well, that throws this case
in the jurisdiction of this office

with automatic autopsy and
subsequently a formal inquest.

Thank you all for attending.

What does that mean?

It means that this smart lawyer isn't
satisfied with killing your husband.

He's using a legal trick
to delay a just settlement.

But he won't get away with it.

He's going to end up either
disbarred or behind bars.

Well?

Well, so many things
go through your mind.

Could you be wrong?

Could you be responsible
for someone's death?

Could you have pushed your
clients toward bankruptcy?

Perry, I don't believe that

and anyone who knows
you wouldn't believe it.

Is something wrong?

Della,

how long has it been since
you had a medical checkup?

A medical checkup?

I feel fine, just fine.

There's a specialist in town.

He works all kinds
of medical wonders.

Why don't you make an
appointment, see him tomorrow?

Dr. Raul Caudere.

Cardiopathist?

Cardiopathist.

What is a cardiopathist?

I wish I knew.

Naturally, we all regret
this terrible, tragic business.

Mr. Watson's office called.

He wanted me here for
an emergency meeting.

I wanted you here.

They called this meeting
because I asked them to.

Mr. Wendell.

Doctor.

What's the purpose of
these meeting, Mr. Watson?

Mr. Lanphier thought it
best to arrange a conference

with Mrs. David's
representative.

We're seeking to
avoid the notoriety of

an open inquest and
a newspaper circus.

So far, Mr. Wendell's attitude has
been completely fair and reasonable.

We're hopeful that
we can negotiate...

You mean you're
offering to settle?

Please, Mason, you're here
to listen. I'm handling this.

Not until I've been
removed from the case.

Mr. Watson, if you
yield to this pressure,

it's the same as
paying off a blackmailer.

- All right. I have heard enough.
- Please, Mr. Wendell.

You said that you wanted to
negotiate a fair and honest settlement.

You said that you
wanted to avoid an inquest.

I came here prepared
to be reasonable.

I made a mistake.

But I will not make the
same mistake again.

From now on we are
going to play rough.

We are going to collect, gentlemen,
every cent that the law allows.

It may be just a formality,

but you still have to
prove your case in court.

Don't worry. We will.

See what you've done?

It's all your fault,
everything that's happened.

I warned you from the
beginning, Mr. Watson. I told you.

Just one moment.

I'm aware of the position in
which I've apparently placed you,

your company, and myself.

But there are times
when you have to fight

as a matter of moral
and ethical principle,

even though it might seem easier
or less painful or cheaper to give in.

Cheaper?

It's solvency or bankruptcy,
life or death for this company.

I haven't finished.

Wendell is making excessive,
immoderate statements,

but he's fighting tooth and
nail on behalf of his client

as any conscientious
attorney would.

Now, I'm advising you most
urgently as lawyer to client,

this is one of those times
where you don't yield.

However, whatever
you or Mr. Lanphier

or Dr. Hartlund among
you may decide to do,

I am still going to fight.

Good day, gentlemen.

If only one-half of my patients
were in such bloom as you,

I would have to close my doors.

Heh. Well, then what's
the matter with me, doctor?

Nothing that a few pleasant
drops of my cardsyn tonic...

- Uh, cardsyn?
- Yes... will not correct.

Well, I don't understand
about these things.

It's very simple.

You see, we human
beings are ray creatures.

Now, my cardsyn tonic

is a blend of various
radiation-absorbent substances, eh?

I see.

Now, my thermoticular machine
provides just the proper rays

in just the proper amplitudes

to make the cardsyn molecules mildly,
pleasantly, healthfully radioactive.

- Drink up.
- Uh, but, uh...

I have other patients waiting.

Yes, sir.

- Yes? Oh, it's you.
- Mrs. David, please.

If the jury at the inquest decides
your husband died of natural causes

as a result of my
ordering his reexamination,

I'll do everything I can to see
that you get a just settlement.

But I don't believe he
did die of natural causes.

What are you saying?

I think someone deliberately
caused your husband's death.

I think he was murdered.

Oh, uh, excuse the room.

I'm getting the
place ready to rent.

Mr. Mason, you said you
think Jackie was murdered?

Mrs. David, did you
ever have a suspicion

that your husband might have
been faking a heart condition?

We have motion picture films of
him jumping rope, punching a bag

and sparring with a little boy

two days before he came
to Dr. Hartlund's office.

Your husband had been having
problems for a long time, hadn't he?

Ever since he threw that fight and
was barred from ever boxing again.

A natural born
loser, that was Jack.

Whatever the deal,
job, family, friends, heh,

no matter how good it looked,

he'd find a way to louse
it up and lose them all.

But you married him.

Why not?

Anything was better
than the life I was leading.

A practical nurse.

You know what that means? Heh.

I thought I was
getting a husband

and I end up with
another invalid patient.

Tell me, Mrs. David, the
morning of the examination,

was there anything unusual?

Did your husband seem
nervous or worried?

He was all shook up.

Said he wasn't gonna go.

Started to phone somebody
and then changed his mind.

That's why I called Jerry.

- Who?
- Jerry.

He's the timekeeper on the job

where Jack worked
before he had the attack.

They were old friends so I thought
maybe Jerry could talk to him,

settle him down
before Wendell came.

And did he calm him down?

Well, he tried to, but
it didn't do any good.

Then Mr. Wendell
came and picked us up.

And took you directly
to Dr. Hartlund's office?

No, we stopped by that
Dr. Caudere's office on our way,

but Jack wouldn't go in,
said he was feeling too bad.

May I see your insurance policy?

Sure. Why not.

I just wanted to check
the death benefits.

Well, at least your husband
left you in good financial position.

Heh. The only good thing
Jack ever did in his life.

And, boy, you should
have heard him scream

every time he had
to pay a premium.

He had the whole wall
papered with medical degrees.

From where?

I don't know. They
were in French.

Anyway, then he gave
me this cardsyn tonic.

My heart started racing
and skipping beats.

Well, the question
is, was it beneficial?

Now, let's see.

You look flushed but
beautiful. How are you feeling?

Heh. Since you put it
that way, I feel great.

But, uh, I don't know if
it's from your compliments

or Dr. Caudere's treatment.

May I have the appointment card?

Right here.

Paul, get this card to the lab.

See if they can lift some prints

that will help us get a rundown
on the great cardiopathist.

All right.

Oh, uh, did my
insurance come through?

You're fully covered.

The policy's
backdated three years.

Good. Well, I gotta run.

Just got time to punch
in for the second shift.

Be careful, Paul.

It's been a long time since you
put in any hard physical labor.

Della, my love, I'm an ox.

Besides which, I've got the
timekeeper in the palm of my hand.

I expect to spend most
of the day taking breaks.

One week on this job, and
you know what I'd like, Jerry?

What's that, Steele?

To maybe have that crane drop
a tiny load on my toe, just once.

Yeah.

I was figuring the other night,

all the money I spent to Safeline
for disability insurance, and for what?

Nothing. Nothing
ever happens to me.

- Safeline, huh?
- Uh-huh.

I, uh... You like tacos, Steele?

I can take them or
leave them alone, why?

Ought to try Nappy's.

- Whose?
- Nappy Tyler.

Has a little taco stand
around the corner.

Might be worth your while.

Mm-mm.

Delicious, Nappy.

Jerry mentioned you might
be interested in a little layoff.

You've been talking to Jerry?

Oh, we cut up a few
touches from time to time.

Now, maybe I know a guy
can help you work it out.

How? By maybe breaking
one of my legs for me?

Nothing that drastic.

Interested? Wanna talk about it?

What can I lose talking?

It's Nappy.

Is he in?

Perry Mason's office.

Well, the working man.
Where are you, Paul?

I'm in a booth at the corner
of Sunset and Sycamore.

I'm to meet my next
contact here. Is Perry in?

No, he's out preparing
for the inquest.

It's in two hours.
Can you be there?

Well, I'll try.

Tell Perry I think I've
found out how they operate.

There's a guy named Nappy who
has a stand near the construction site.

I think he's their
steerer and...

Hold it, Della, I gotta
run. Here's my contact.

I'll check in later.

Paul?

There was something funny
about it the minute I saw it.

Oh, Doreen.

I wonder if you...

What's this?

You told me to report
anything I found irregular.

Yes, but to me. I'm
head of this department.

Not to anyone else.

I'm sorry.

What's irregular about this?

There was no Rod Steele file in
that drawer yesterday, I'm positive.

You might be mistaken.
I'll check it out myself.

Get Dr. Hartlund,
Medical Arts Building.

Poison.

Mr. Burger, you're on camera.

May we have a comment?

Have you decided whether or
not to prosecute Perry Mason?

Now, gentlemen, let me make
my position perfectly clear.

It's true, I'm here on petition of
the attorney for the deceased,

but merely as a spectator.

But certainly under
the circumstances you...

Officially, I don't know anything
about the circumstances.

Now, if the inquest proceedings

establish possible criminal liability
on the part of anyone concerned,

then and only then,

I might consider
taking criminal action.

And then and only then
will I make a statement.

Hey, there's Mason.

Oh, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Wendell tells us that
this David case could be

the end of your legal career.

What do you say?

Heh. I think his statement
may be slightly premature.

You've found evidence
to refute their charges?

I didn't say that.

You haven't found evidence?

I didn't say that either.

Gentlemen, why don't we wait and
see what develops at the inquest?

Well, what about L.A.
Safeline, Mr. Mason?

Rumor is that they wanna
settle and you won't let them,

and now they're
going to go broke.

Any statements
regarding L.A. Safeline

will have to come from
Mr. Reve Watson, not from me.

What about today, now? Is Safeline
in this with you or against you?

Ready, Mr. Mason?

Excuse us, please.

Pardon me, fellows.

Say, uh, do you mind
opening the door for me?

No.

Thanks.

You have been summoned
and sworn as coroner's jurors

to inquire into the cause
of death of Jack B. David.

The primary purpose of an
inquest is to secure information

for the possible use
of the District Attorney

and others charged with the
prosecution of criminal acts.

You are not concerned
with any civil liability

that may exist or be
involved in this case.

Your verdict should reflect
only the results of this inquiry.

We will call as our first witness
the medical examiner, Dr. Shelby.

Coronary thrombosis, resulting
in massive myocardial infarction

sufficient to cause death.

And you found no evidence
of drugs or stimulants?

All standard test
procedures were carried out.

Results were negative.

Mr. Coroner...

Uh, Mr. Coroner, I suggest you remind
Mr. Mason this is not a court of law.

This is an inquest proceeding,
and no cross-examination is allowed.

I know my job, Mr. Wendell,

and I feel perfectly confident
I can do it without your help.

Mr. Coroner, I have one or two
clarifying questions for the witness.

Very well.

Dr. Shelby, there are such drugs

which can induce a heart
reaction similar to a coronary?

Yes.

But as I testified,

our autopsy procedure
includes tests for all such drugs.

All such known drugs.

Now, assuming the presence of an
unknown drug with similar properties,

would your standard autopsy
procedures have discovered it?

It's very doubtful.

Thank you, Doctor.

That's all I have.

Witness excused.

Perry.

Uh, excuse us, Mr. Coroner.

- What's wrong?
- Dr. Hartlund just called.

Paul's had a heart attack.

He's dying.

This doesn't seem possible.

Rugged as Paul was, the
way he kept himself in condition.

It's probably the only
reason he's lasted at all.

All these years,

the things he's done for
us, the risks he's taken.

And to have this happen.

A heart attack.

It wasn't a heart attack.

I saw the emergency report.

- It said...
- I know.

But when I got here they told me
that before Paul passed out at the Y,

he called my name
and said one word:

- "Poison."
- Poison.

If I'd treated Paul for a coronary,
like Jack David, he'd be dead now.

But we didn't. We
pumped his stomach,

administered an
emergency medication.

And he is holding his own?

For now.

I'm going to ask for a
postponement of that inquest.

There's nothing you can do here.

I don't anticipate a
crisis for several hours.

I'll notify you immediately
of the slightest change.

All right, thank you, doctor.

I know you'll do
your best for him.

He's still weak, still
unconscious. But he's holding on.

I don't care, I'd
like to wait here.

Until we're sure
Paul's all right.

Of course.

You wait here.

Where's Mr. Lanphier?

I don't know. He should be here.

Ms. Street.

What's Mason trying to pull now?

What do you mean?

A disability claim
on Rod Steele.

The timekeeper on the
construction job sent the papers in.

I got them a little while ago.

Isn't Rod Steele covered?

Oh, yes. Mason and Mr. Watson
set that up against my advice.

Does Mason expect us
actually to pay this claim?

It's impossible.

Why?

Well, it says right here, uh,
"Rod Steele, Hospital Room 328."

There's no Rod Steele in
this or any other room here.

There's a Paul
Drake in Room 328.

- How's Paul?
- Slightly stronger.

He's holding his own.

What are these?

Paul, that is, Rod
Steele's, disability claim.

Mr. Lanphier brought
them to the hospital.

He wants you to handle it.

- Lanphier himself?
- Mm-hm.

We call Raul Caudere.

Contrary to my warning,
Mr. David insisted on going.

There's not a slightest
doubt in my mind

that the unnecessary exertion,

the nervous strain
of the examination,

caused his already
damaged heart to fail.

Mr. Coroner, again for clarification,
may I question the doctor?

Mr. Mason, are you trying
to confuse the doctor?

On the contrary, Mr. Coroner.

I'm attempting to remove
the language barrier

by addressing him
in his native tongue.

Is it possible that I
have confused him?

Or is it possible that
he isn't French at all?

And that he isn't a doctor?

I trust the record of the
proceedings will show

that I have objected to
the line of questioning.

It's all right, Mr. Wendell.

I'm used to being called a quack

because I haven't the
establishment M.D. after my name.

But, Mr. Mason, neither did
the man who discovered curare,

the arrow poison, now
used in delicate surgery.

Nor the man who found the
coca leaves chewed by the Incas

the source for
painkilling cocaine.

Nor Rauwolfia serpentina,
from which came tranquillizers.

That's all very fine, doctor.

But they didn't have
police records such as,

"Conley Dunaway,
convicted in Washington

for practicing medicine
without a license."

Isn't Conley Dunaway
your legal name, doctor?

His fingerprints match yours.

All right, Mr. Mason,
that's true.

But afterwards I did go
down to South America

to study with the native doctors
where I learned the art of cardiopathy.

- From their secrets.
- Secrets?

Such as how to administer
an unknown native remedy

and make a perfectly healthy
man appear a coronary case?

It also made him feel
refreshed, rejuvenated, full of pep.

What amazes me, Mr. Caudere,
is that you admit to this fraud

as if you feel no guilt,
as if you'd done no harm.

Whom did I harm?
My patients? Heh.

To the contrary, Mr. Mason,
I made them feel very happy.

Happy as permanent invalids

collecting every month
from L.A. Safeline?

How did you collect
your kickback, Caudere?

In cash, or did you
simply add it to your bills?

Those few dollars
my patients drew?

Heh. Now, how could that
hurt an insurance company?

The thousands who may no longer

be able to buy disability insurance
because of your fraudulent activity.

Haven't you harmed them?

And what about the
deceased, Jack David?

Didn't your secret cardsyn tonic
do more than stimulate a coronary?

Didn't it cause his death?

It Did not. It couldn't.

A normal dosage of
cardsyn is harmless.

That lovely young lady
you sent to spy on me?

She received the same dosage
with no ill effects, Mr. Mason.

And a proper dosage
was administered

- to a Mr. Rod Steele?
- Yes.

Then why is Rod Steele, in actuality
Private Investigator Paul Drake,

lying in the hospital
unconscious, at the point of death

after drinking your
harmless cardsyn?

Mr. Mason, I swear I
didn't know about Steele,

uh, Mr. Drake.

That may be.

Mr. Coroner, there is
another person present

who can further clarify this matter
for you and the District Attorney.

At this point I have to
agree with Mr. Wendell.

Uh, we're getting a little bit
too far out into the left field

from normal inquest
proceedings, Mr. Mason,

but very well, witness excused.

Call your witness, Mr. Mason.

Ms. Doreen Wilde.

Did you know about Caudere?

No, Mr. Wendell.
Honest. I swear I didn't.

Miss Wilde, Mr. Goody tells me

that yesterday you were
suspicious of the policy in your files,

the policy issued to Rod Steele
and dated back three years.

Well, I...

You brought it to
Mr. Groody's attention.

But you also made a phone
call to someone about it.

Now, to whom did
you place that call?

Miss Wilde, we can prove that
you are the one who selected

the heart attack prospects
in the disability files

and passed them along to contact
men like Nappy Tyler and Jerry Ormond.

But you are implicated in a great
deal more than insurance fraud now.

You're implicated in murder
and attempted murder.

Mr. Coroner, it is no longer a
matter of proper inquest procedure.

This young lady
is without counsel.

Mr. Mason is deliberately
violating her constitutional rights.

How, Mr. Wendell?

Mr. Mason's own words, involving
her in murder and attempted murder.

Anything she says may
be self-incriminating.

My advice to this young lady
is to answer no more questions

until she's obtained
her own legal counsel.

Mr. Wendell is right.

I have overstepped.

Uh, my apologies, Ms. Wilde.

You may leave the stand.

Mr. Coroner, I have instructed the
police to seal off this inquest room.

No one will be allowed
to enter or leave here

until these proceedings
have been concluded.

Well, Mr. Ormond, I'm afraid we're
forced to start at the very bottom

to trace how this
fraud group worked.

I guess the very bottom is you.

You are the low
man on the roster.

Uh, is that why you
subpoenaed me?

That's right.

Well, I guess there's
no use trying to bug out.

The fact is, uh, I picked up a
few bucks steering guys along.

I made the phone
calls, set them up.

That was the end
of my part of it.

What about the
disability claims?

Was it your responsibility
to file them on your project?

Oh, strict orders.

Same with most
construction outfits.

Is, uh, this one in
your handwriting?

Yeah, sure, that's for my
good buddy, Rod Steele.

Good buddy. Like
you and Jack David?

Uh... Yeah, kind of like that.

Actually, uh, Jackie and I, we
knew each other much longer.

Look, uh, that's
about it, isn't it?

I told you all I know.

Not all, Mr. Ormond.

I think you know
quite a bit more,

such as why Jack David was
afraid, why he was ready to talk.

And how the poison
got into his system

the morning of the examination.

Eh, you're off your rocker.

David never went near Caudere,

but you were with him, alone,

while Mrs. David and
Mr. Wendell waited outside.

And what about your
good buddy Rod Steele

when you found
out he was a plant?

How could I know he was a plant?

Because you were the ringleader.

It was you Doreen Wilde called

when she found the fake
policy planted in the files.

You had plenty of time
to get to the YMCA gym

and arrange the overdose of
harmless cardsyn for your good buddy.

You're making that all up.

You can't prove it, none of it.

Can't I?

Do you know when you
signed your confession?

When you filled out
this disability form.

It was Rod Steele who had the
heart attack in the gymnasium.

It was Rod Steele who was loaded
into the emergency ambulance.

But Rod Steele was never
admitted to the hospital.

It was Paul Drake who was identified
and checked in by Dr. Hartlund.

You see, Mr. Ormond, right here
on this line, in your handwriting.

"Rod Steele, Room 328."

Now, you couldn't have gotten
that information from the hospital.

To write that, you had
to know that Rod Steele

and Paul Drake
were the same man.

I don't know what else
to do. I've tried everything.

But you said Paul was better.

That's what I said.

Now I don't know what
else to do. I give up.

I thought he was out of danger.

Not unless we
get him out of here.

See why I've given up?

Well, look who's come
to visit my bed of pain.

Bed of pain, my foot.

You've never had it so good.

No Oriental potentate
ever had it so good.

Boy, here we go again.

First the doctor, now you two.

Jumping to conclusions,
making accusations.

Just look at me.

I'm a very sick man.