06x18 - The Case of the Two-Faced Turnabout

[bunniefuu]

Oscar Volney is dead.

In this, the centuries-old city

that is the capital of his now-c*ptive
European country,

the father of democracy in the Balkans
today appears for the last time

before the countrymen
who revered and loved him.

Virtually under house arrest
for the past five years,

yesterday morning,
in the gray hours of dawn,

Oscar Volney plunged to his death
from a twelfth story hotel room.

Minister of Interior Franz Schreck,
in an official government statement,

called Oscar Volney's death su1c1de.

And so the shocked world mourns
not only the tragic death of Oscar Volney,

it mourns the knowledge
which d*ed with him--

Volney's private record of state secrets
which might have rocked the world.

Of course, Volney's government
will still only say his death was a su1c1de.

[on TV]
Minister Schreck expresses his regrets.

But we expect local exiles from that
government to talk quite differently.

We're hoping to get a statement here
today from--

Schreck regrets.

You know what Schreck regrets?

That he did not k*ll Oscar Volney years ago.

You-- You think Schreck found out
that Volney was writing his papers?

Of course.

The truth in Oscar's own words
would destroy Schreck

and all the rest of the evil corruption
that swallows up our homeland.

Papa, we don't know-- we don't even know

if there was such a thing
as the Volney Papers.

Oscar Volney sent me word.

"Soon, Elihu,
soon, dear brother in liberty,

"you will have the truth from me.

My testament in writing
to the freedom that we lost."

Alyssa, baby, you never knew him.

A giant among men.

Can't you get rid of those reporters outside,
Mr. Richards, please?

- As papa's friend?
- I wish I could, Alyssa.

As a newspaper publisher, I'd like to keep
everything your father says exclusive.

No. Everyone must hear.

The whole world must know the truth.

[chatter]

Please!

Now, if one of you will speak for the rest,
Mr. Laban will try to answer your questions.

There have been rumors of a book,
an exposé,

the so-called Volney Papers.
What can you tell us about them?

Tyranny and truth cannot co-exist.

Oscar Volney had to die to keep
the free world from learning the truth.

You think the Volney Papers d*ed with him?

The Volney Papers were destroyed
as Oscar Volney was destroyed.

But Franz Schreck labeled
Volney's death as su1c1de.

The Minister of Interior is a liar
and a vicious assassin.

Schreck is due in Los Angeles
a month from now on a trade commission.

- Will you confront him?
- Confront him?

If I get my hands on him, I'll k*ll him.

Do you hear? I'll k*ll him!

- Elihu!
- k*ll him!

How is he?

He's resting quietly now.

No, I can't believe it.

Not Oscar.

He wouldn't do such a thing.

[Man]
He didn't.

What?

Oscar Volney d*ed two weeks ago.

A b*llet in his brain.

The su1c1de was staged.

Who? Who?

Franz Schreck himself did the k*lling.

- The reporters I must--
- Stop.

I'd only deny telling it to you.

Who are you? What do you want?

The Volney Papers are still in existence.

How would you like
to get your hands on them?

Each of us is involved
in the nation Oscar Volney created

and gave his life for ties of business,
of ancestry,

the bond of having worked together
to restore that nation's freedom.

We all possess a big stake
in what I'm about to tell you.

An official of our country's People's Party
has the Volney Papers

and is prepared to turn them over to me.

- What?
- For a price, Mr. Waldemar.

[chuckling] Yes, for a price.

And what is the going rate for the people's
leader to betray the people this year?

Half a million.

Five hundred one thousand dollar bills,
Mr. Tyson, unmarked.

Just a minute, please.

I'm delighted to have you meet on my boat

and to be associated in your efforts
as an unofficial attorney,

but I must warn you, all of you,

that you're playing with international
political dynamite.

But we think the Volney Papers
may be more than political, Mr. Hillman.

They may expose secret
and illegal business deals.

If so, one of those deals could send
a prominent American to prison.

Amos, how much would
the Volney Papers earn,

published soft-cover by your
Waldemar Press for widest distribution?

No royalties,
my company recouping costs only.

Better than half a million, I am sure.

But how will we know
the material is authentic?

Papa was a member of Oscar Volney's
cabinet, and a good friend.

He'll authenticate the papers.

Tyson, if your bank will accept it,
I'll sign a note for it personally.

As President of the Sherman Oaks Bank,

I personally guarantee that five hundred
one thousand dollar bills, unmarked,

will be ready for you when you need them,
Mr. Laban.

Good. Now there is only one problem.

The official insists that he will make
the transfer of documents for money

with only one person--
an O.S.S. man he met during the w*r.

The O.S.S. man's code name
was "Herr Umdrehen."

Now, Amos, you had something
to do with the O.S.S.?

I know of the agent, but I was a political
refugee like you, Elihu,

used only as an occasional
specialist advisor.

I would not know where to begin
to look for this Herr Umdrehen.

Herr Umdrehen.

Mr. Turn-about. It's not bad.

Garrett, you were connected
with the O.S.S.

Do you think you can locate
this Umdrehen?

I've already started inquires.

Good. Mr. Laban, this patriot
who's about to sell out his country,

who is he?

He is not Zenas, who contacted me,

but the bitterest enemy
I have in the world--

a man whose principles
have always been for sale.

His name is Schreck--
Minister of Interior Franz Schreck.

- Mr. Richards.
- Alyssa.

Herr Umdrehen-- you know who he is?

Elihu, it took me three and a half weeks,
but now I know.

The man who used the name "Umdrehen"

was evidently one of our most decorated
and efficient agents.

He met Schreck behind the lines
on a top-level mission during World w*r II.

I imagine that's why Schreck is
willing to trust him now.

When can we speak to this man?

He lives here in Los Angeles now,
fortunately.

He'll telephone you, Elihu.

- Just you alone.
- Mm-hmm.

Now you tell him what you want

and let him decide if he'll see you,
if he'll help.

lf? This is important.

It is also dangerous, Alyssa.

This man was wounded three times.

Almost lost his life.

Spent six months in a hospital.

The decision is his, I'm afraid.

When will he call?

Today, sometime this afternoon

[buzz]

Mr. Laban?

Yes. Are you our Herr Umdrehen?

Thank you.

Sir, I am grateful.

When you told me on the telephone
you would help--

Plenty of time for thanks when I
put the Volney Papers in your hands.

Now, Schreck will be here in two days.
We haven't got much time.

This is Schreck's itinerary,

the schedule of the places
he will visit in Los Angeles

It's the copy that you asked for.

Ah. A law book.
You are an attorney?

According to this itinerary, Schreck
will only be in Los Angeles one day.

But what a day.

He's scheduled to appear at factories,
trade exhibits, a banquet at night.

Schreck will be watched
every single moment of the day.

To make the transfer will not be easy.

If Schreck wants or needs
that half million dollars bad enough

to put his political neck
on the chopping block, we'll manage.

One other thing, sir.

The committee-- Such
a big sum of money is involved,

they naturally feel the need
of some assurance.

You want to be present

to authenticate Oscar Volney's handwriting
on the Volney Papers

before I turn over the money, hmm?

Please.

Yeah. Where to get Schreck alone,
away from his bodyguards...

and to keep the two of you
from slitting one another's throats.

[chuckling]

Sure. Why not?

The Tunnel of Love.

What?

He's scheduled to visit an amusement park.

This is no joke.

Right here, Mr. Laban.

Right here at noon
we'll make the exchange.

An amusement park?

The Tunnel of Love.

Dark amid the blaze of noon,
Mr. Laban.

A perfect set-up.

Perfect.

Laban?

Inside.

Now, you realize one thing--

the inside of these tunnels will be
pitch black, completely without light.

Here, hold this.

When the car with Schreck in it
comes around that turn,

the turn before this one--
- Mm-hmm.

This light will go on.

That light's your signal.

You'll be holding this metal bar.

When that light goes on,
this is what you do.

Take the end of the metal bar.

Lay it across these wires like that.

Let this end of the bar
drop on the metal rail like this.

And what does that do?

That short circuits the electrical system
on the entire ride.

Everything comes to an immediate halt.

The fuse box is on
the other side of the building.

From the time you drop that metal bar

until the attendant replaces the fuse,

we have only three minutes--

three minutes only to affect the transfer.

You understand?

Let's go over there.

As soon as you drop that metal bar
and the ride stops,

you come into the workroom.

You open this trap door and wait.

I'll bring you the Papers.
You check them as quick as you can.

If they're all right, you give me the money.

What then?

You take that ladder down to the beach.
Get away from the park as fast as you can.

And you?

I'm replacing the technician
on duty here tomorrow.

I'll make the transfer and cover you

until I'm sure you're away from the park
with the Volney Papers.

Herr Umdrehen, suppose--

suppose Schreck does not take the ride
or does not take it alone.

The man who contacted you,

set up the deal-- Ulric Zenas,
you said his name was--

will he be coming to Los Angeles
with Schreck?

Yes. He's one of his bodyguards.

Good.

You get a message to Mr. Zenas.

You tell him who, when, and where
the exchange will take place.

A message?

Tomorrow, at the airport,
when their plane comes in.

Mr. Laban,
you're going to be an angry picket.

First day off in a month, and I get tagged
for special duty-- wet nurse for a V.I.P.

Factories, stockyards,
all make sense on a trade mission.

But why an amusement park, Andy?

The new status symbol, maybe.

Didn't Papa Bear want to see Disneyland?

[angry shouts]

Butcher! Butcher, go home.

- [Woman] Go home!
- Butcher! Butcher, go home!

- [policeman] Get back there!
- Go home!

Get back behind the line.

[shouting continues]

[laughing]

[Zenas]
This one.

[laughing]

[laughter]

What's wrong?
Why has the thing stopped?

Oh, it's a blown fuse. Nothing serious.
Have it fixed in a minute.

Hurry.

- Yes or no?
- Yes, yes I'm sure.

Give me the money.

- Here.
- Down and out fast.

All fixed.

Franz Schreck is dead.

Knifed in the back.

My briefcase...

my manuscript...

the Volney Papers.

We have your briefcase.

There's no manuscript inside.

We did find five hundred
one thousand dollar bills in it, though,

and the bloody Kn*fe you must have
used to k*ll Franz Schreck.

No, Mr. Laban is mistaken.

I never brought him any message,
and I was never in his house.

The one and only time that I saw Mr. Laban

was when he tried to att*ck
Franz Schreck at the airport.

That's not true.

Papa gave you a note
at the airport telling you

when and where the Volney Papers
would be picked up.

There was no note.

And there aren't and there never were
any Volney Papers.

Mr. Richards, he's lying.

Miss Laban, my investigators believe
that it's your father who's lying.

No. No!

It's all right, Alyssa.

Mr. Burger, what do we do now?

Well, sir,
have you got counsel for Mr. Laban?

Hillman, Lewis, and Callison.

In a criminal action?

Oh, they've made arrangements for
Perry Mason to handle the actual work.

and Phil Hillman's assigned
one of the firm's attorneys, Bruce Jason.

Bruce Jason?

Mr. Burger, my father's old
and not in the best of health.

Can we have him released on bail?

I'm afraid not, Miss Laban.

Your father is being charged
with m*rder in the first degree.

Bruce Jason.

Oh, I've read his name in Hollywood
gossip columns for years.

Movieland's most eligible bachelor.

I was upset about it when Garrett Richards
mentioned his name in Mr. Burger's office.

Why, Mr. Hillman? Why Bruce Jason?

Mr. Hillman, my father is still
practically a stranger in this country.

And I've tried to take care of him
and look out for him,

and I don't think Bruce Jason
is the lawyer for him.

Jason is very good.

When it comes to nightclubbing

or holding hands with some dumb
blonde temperamental starlet,

oh, I bet he's good, all right.

He's also good at labor negotiating,

drafting a gross profits participation
contract,

or arbitrating the most impossibly
difficult industry grievances.

But this is m*rder, Mr. Hillman.

It's the practice of law, Miss Laban.

Now, additionally, I'm going to have
Perry Mason's staff working with him on this.

And later on, Mason himself
will take over, if necessary.

I don't know what to say.

Of course, I respect your judgment.

Well, where is he?
Where is Mr. Bruce Jason?

He knew I was coming here.
He knows my father is waiting to see him.

I suppose he's been
unavoidably detained somewhere.

Vera, I asked Mr. Jason--

Do me a favor, would you, Vera?
Call the tennis club.

Tell them I'll be over there
as soon as I can.

Unavoidably detained.

Hi.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Mr. Laban's statement to the police

and a certified true copy of the complaint
filed with the Presiding Magistrate.

That's about it, Mr. Jason.

I haven't read
Mr. Laban's statement as yet.

Keep that out for me, would you?
And thank you, Miss Street.

Paul, did you get the men started?

They're checking on everyone
Miss Laban said was involved.

Fine. We don't want to scare anybody off,
so tell your men not to get too close.

He means no closer than the other side
of the net on a tennis court.

I take it you don't play the game,
Miss Laban.

I haven't had the time, Mr. Jason.

Nor the time for having
my picture taken in night clubs

or even getting engaged
six times in one year.

Or was it seven?

Well, press agents
have to earn a living, don't they?

Is advertising ethical for attorneys?

Oh, I'd say about on a par with m*rder
for refugee politicians.

I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, wasn't it?

Look, I'd really like to be friends.

Can't we give it the good old college try?

Papa.

Alyssa, baby.

Papa, this is your lawyer,
whom I've just been very rude to.

- Mr. Bruce Jason.
- Ah?

You.

You left me for the police to find.

It was you who hit me.

It was you who k*lled Franz Schreck.

It must have been quite a shock for you.

I've never represented
a suspected m*rder*r before.

Do they usually say you did it?

Well, I don't think there's any question
but that you're right.

Laban's so upset, he doesn't know
what he's saying or what he saw

or what really happened.

It's not an easy life that he's had, Perry.

Up and down, chased, tortured,
his family living in terror.

And being a refugee,
if you've any idea what it's like--

Of course it's also possible Laban's mind
has invented this whole story about you

just so he won't have to face
the realization that he did commit m*rder.

Well, I'll let the next attorney
figure that one out.

The Labans certainly don't want me
around anymore.

Not so fast.

I just talked to Phil Hillman on the phone.

He'll have a replacement for you,
all right, but not for a couple of days.

Phil knows I'm not quitting the case.

I still have an investigation going on.

Is that the only reason you'd like
to stay on as Laban's lawyer?

I'm meeting Paul Drake
down at the beach.

It's about closing time down there
at the amusement park.

You know something?

It's too bad we couldn't work together
later on.

I mean, think of the billing.

Defense by Mason and Jason.

It sounds like a high wire act,
doesn't it?

I thought you had better sense
than to hide it here.

Mr. Zenas,

I was taught never to point a g*n at anybody
unless I intended to sh**t him.

You and I went to the same school.

Well, it's nice not to just share the customs

but the language of a country.

You don't sound like a foreigner.

I cut my political eye teeth
on your labor movement.

Better for our labor movement

if you and yours
had cut your throats instead.

Is that the kind of language you use
when you're negotiating, Herr Umdrehen?

What are we negotiating for,
Mr. Zenas?

The Volney Papers.

Where are they?

The newspaper pictures showed you
holding Schreck's briefcase

when you found him dead.

And you emptied that briefcase
after you made him dead.

Herr Umdrehen, I want those papers.

[Drake]
Jason! Hey, Bruce Jason!

Is, uh, this what they call
reconstructing the crime?

Oh, that's very funny.

Did you get him?

Who?

The man who hit me.

You know,
that workroom's got to be haunted.

You and Laban both getting clobbered
by the little man who wasn't there.

He was there all right,
and he wasn't so little.

Zenas.

Mr. Laban must have been
telling the truth about meeting him.

I doubt it.

Why do you say that?

Well, Zenas flew into town the night
Laban claims he saw him, all right.

But not to see Laban.

Zenas had a meeting with the president
of the Sherman Oaks Bank,

Mr. Darius Tyson.

You get me out of bed in the middle
of the night to come down here for what?

To play straight man
to an amateur Sherlock Holmes?

Frankly, I was upset, too.

But I'm a little more interested
in hearing from this Mr. Jason.

Waldemar's attitude is sensible.

We'll all have to answer questions in court.

All right.

Zenas did come to see me.

But there's nothing criminal
or subversive about that.

Why did Zenas come to see you?

To present an offer from his government.

To purchase the license
for certain manufacturing rights.

What you mean is Zenas' government
wanted to recover the patent rights

which Trans-Balkan
once sold to an American corporation.

Isn't that correct?

Your investigation is thorough, Mr. Jason.

Yes, the rights were sold
to an American company

before America got into the w*r.

There's nothing mysterious or evil about it.

Bruce, we've been told
that an American citizen faces prison

because of what the Volney Papers
contained.

Exactly.

And I want to find out who that person is.

But why?

It could be anyone, could it not?

Anyone.

Anyone with the right connections
over there.

Tell me, Mr. Tyson,
was Franz Schreck involved

in the original selling of those rights
by Trans-Balkan?

Schreck?

But we know that is not very likely,
don't we, Mr. Jason?

Considering how Schreck
cooperated with the Allies

in sabotaging two of the Trans-Balkan
plants during the w*r.

What I'm driving at--

And what I'm driving at
is you, Mr. Jason.

You are surely a man with connections.

Well, if you're referring to the fact

that I once made contact with Schreck
on an O.S.S. mission--

Once?

Strange, Mr. Jason.

You see, the O.S.S. sent me along
on that Trans-Balkan sabotage mission

to assist their top agent--

to assist the only man
Schreck would recognize on sight.

Mr. Waldemar, at the time
those plants were sabotaged,

I was more dead than alive
in an English hospital. So I--

But like so many other things
you have said,

that just cannot be the truth, can it?

And considering the time
we spent together in those days,

I do not understand why you cannot
or will not recognize me, Mr. Jason.

But let us tell the other gentlemen,
shall we?

The O.S.S. man with whom
I parachuted behind enemy lines--

the man Schreck knew--

was you, of course,

Herr Umdrehen.

You can come out now,

or would you prefer to wait
till I've called the police?

Oh, for the love of Pete,
what are you doing in here?

And how did you get in here
in the first place?

There was something I had to find out.

I, uh, told the apartment manager
I was your sister.

Now, there's an original approach.

So I discovered.

The manager told me I was
the fourth visiting sister in a month.

I like big families, but not tonight.

Goodbye, Miss Laban.

Mr. Jason--

Look, I've had it with you, your father,
and the whole bit.

I've been called a thief,
a liar, and a m*rder*r,

and I've been sapped over the head
until I'm almost as batty as the rest of you.

- Go, sister, go.
- But I want--

But me no buts.
Just leave me alone, huh?

No.

All right.

All right, suit yourself.

Me, I'm going to bed.

Mr. Jason, you denied seeing
my father here in this apartment.

Then how do you explain the fact he was able
to describe this place and everything in it?

Extra-sensory perception.

- Answer me.
- How do I know?

Maybe he eats mushrooms and has visions.

Will you listen?

Look, Mr. Turn-about,

maybe you do present two faces to the world,
but you can't have two bodies.

If you didn't meet my father here,
then who did?

- Bruce, answer me!
- Wait a minute.

Hey.

Maybe those other sisters
weren't the only ones

to visit this apartment while I was gone.

Sure, that's it.

That's what?

Alyssa, I love you.
I love you like a brother.

Now you stay here and mind the store.

And if any other sisters show up,

you tell them you've got a corner
on the market.

- I don't understand.
- Trust me, Alyssa that's all, just trust me.

Where are you going?

Well, first I'm going to go down
and see your father

and do anything that I must to convince him
that I have to handle his hearing.

Then I'm going to take a little trip
to Washington, D.C.

Check through a few records so that I can
say hello to my doppelganger.

Mr. Richards, because of your refusal
to answer direct questions,

I'm going to have to be forced
to treat you as a hostile witness.

Now, isn't it a fact

that when the defendant, Elihu Laban,

was confronted by representatives
of the press in your presence,

some six weeks ago,

that he, in truth, threatened
the life of Franz Schreck?

That is ridiculous, Mr. Burger.

Elihu Laban
said no more to those reporters

than you, I, or anyone else might have
said under similar provocation.

The question is not why he said it.

The question is not whether somebody else
with the same provocation

might have said it.

The question is what did the defendant
say to the press

after the announcement
that Oscar Volney was dead

and that Franz Schreck
was coming to this country?

Of course he commented on whether
Volney's death was a su1c1de.

And then there was the matter
of the Volney Papers--

Please, Mr. Richards.

What were his exact words, please?

"I will k*ll him."

Thank you.

Now, the defendant, Mr. Laban,

claimed in his statement to the police

that he was visited that same night
by a certain Ulric Zenas.

Did you see Ulric Zenas
at the Laban home that night?

No.

To the best of your knowledge,

had you or anybody else
aside from the defendant

ever been contacted by Zenas

or anybody concerning the purchase
of the so-called Volney Papers?

No.

I think it was you, Mr. Richards,

who put the defendant in touch,
at his request,

with a former O.S.S. operative

who during World w*r II
was known by the name Herr Umdrehen.

Yes, I did, but only to the degree

that I left a message
for Herr Umdrehen to call Elihu Laban.

And do you know whether Herr Umdrehen
ever made that call?

No.

Did you ever speak to Herr Umdrehen
about the purchase of the Volney Papers?

No.

Were you or anyone else
to the best of your knowledge

ever present when the defendant
spoke or saw Herr Umdrehen?

- No.
- Do you actually know, as a matter of fact--

a fact, Mr. Richards--

whether Elihu Laban ever saw
Ulric Zenas or Herr Umdrehen at all

or whether this whole business
is a figment of his imagination?

Your Honor, the question is argumentative

and calls for a conclusion
on the part of the witness.

Is that an objection, Mr. Jason?

Only for the record, Your Honor.

Defense wants the question answered.

The witness will answer.

I don't know.

I don't really know if Elihu dreamed all this
or whether it actually happened.

Thank you.

Your witness, Mr. Jason.

Tell me, Mr. Richards,
who supplied the half a million dollars

to be used in the purchase
of the Volney Papers?

Darius Tyson's bank,

to be repaid, understand, out of the profits
from the publication of the Papers,

after recoupment of costs
by Waldemar Press.

No more security than the potential profit
from an unknown manuscript?

I signed a personal note for the money.

Why did you underwrite the loan?

Because I believed Elihu Laban.

I believed it was important
that those Papers be published.

And do you still believe Mr. Laban?

Yes, I do.

You testified that you did not see Zenas
visit Elihu Laban in his home.

Tell me, Mr. Richards,

since you and the defendant's daughter

spent a considerable amount of time
on the front porch,

if Mr. Zenas had entered
and left that home by the rear window,

- could you have seen him?
- Of course not.

Who is Herr Umdrehen?

You are, Bruce Jason.

Even though you testified that you were
never present when it happened,

is it not entirely possible, Mr. Richards,
that Mr. Laban did see and speak to me?

Entirely possible.

Now, let's go over this again,
Lieutenant Tragg.

First of all, Elihu Laban physically att*cked
Franz Schreck at the airport.

- Is that correct?
- He tried to.

Lieutenant Anderson restrained him.

Now, in first place, the money.

You testified that the $ , bills
were found in the briefcase

- belonging to the defendant.
- Yes, sir.

And second, the Kn*fe, which was
identified by the Medical Examiner

as the possible m*rder w*apon--

This Kn*fe, as well as the money,

was found in the defendant's briefcase.

Yes.

And finally, on the iron crow-bar

which was used to short-circuit
the amusement park ride

and stop Schreck's car in the dark tunnel,

you found fingerprints which were identified
as those of the defendant, Mr. Laban.

Yes, sir.

As a precautionary measure, the public
was kept out of the park during the visit.

In addition, every exit and every entrance
was guarded by the police.

And after the m*rder was discovered,
Lieutenant Anderson,

was the amusement park searched?

Yes, sir. Every square foot of it,

including the inside of every concession
building and every ride.

Now, the defendant claimed,
in his statement to the police,

that there was another man,
Herr Umdrehen, was inside the ride.

Was any such person found in the park?

No, sir, he was not.

Lieutenant, in your investigation
of this case,

did you by any possible chance

check on the whereabouts
of Mr. Bruce Jason,

from the time the defendant said
he visited his apartment

up to and including the time of the m*rder?

Yes, sir, we did.

Mr. Jason told several people
he was leaving on a skiing holiday.

Your witness, Mr. Jason.

Do you know who was with me on that skiing
trip in the High Sierras, Lieutenant?

You were alone,
from what you said before you left.

Do you know, as a matter of fact
and not conjecture,

that I actually was in the High Sierras
and not back here in Los Angeles?

Well, no. No, not as a matter of fact.

Again, as a matter of fact
and not conjecture,

do you know whether I was
in the amusement park

when Franz Schreck was m*rder*d?

If you were there-- if, Mr. Jason--
you must have flown away

because you certainly didn't walk past
any of my men, I guarantee you.

Lieutenant, is it possible that I...
swam away?

What?

No further questions, Your Honor.

I have nothing on redirect, Your Honor.

You're excused, Lieutenant.

Call your next witness, Mr. Burger.

My next witness is Mr. Bruce Jason.

[judge]
One moment, Mr. Burger.

You can't be unaware
that in calling him to the stand,

Mr. Jason would be put in the position of an
attorney testifying against his own client.

Even as defense attorney, Your Honor,

Mr. Jason happens to be
a material witness in this case,

and as such he is subject to be called
to testify just like anybody else.

But an attorney cannot be forced
to disclose privileged communications.

Your Honor, please.

Even where the privilege exists,
it can be waived,

especially since I did not and do not
object to testifying in this hearing.

The rule in regard
to privileged communication

is for the purpose of protecting
the defendant, not his attorney.

Only the defendant
will be permitted to waive it

and then only with advice
from independent and competent counsel.

Now, with that understanding,
you may take the stand, Mr. Jason.

Mr. Jason, you were with the O.S.S.,
the Office of Strategic Services,

during World w*r II.
Is that right, sir?

Yes, I was.

I believe that you were decorated
four times for valor

and in addition
you received a personal citation

from the President of the United States?

Yes.

While you were a member of the O.S.S.,
did you operate with a code name?

Yes, I did.

Could you tell this court, Mr. Jason,
what that name was?

Herr Umdrehen. It means Mr. Turn-about.

Did Elihu Laban phone you
to solicit your aid

in obtaining the so-called Volney Papers?

No.

Did Elihu Laban visit you at your apartment?

No.

Did Elihu Laban accompany you
to an amusement park

to go over the procedures to be used
in obtaining the Volney Papers?

No.

Mr. Jason, were you in
or about that amusement park

at the time of the decedent's,
Franz Schreck's, visit there?

No.

Thank you, Mr. Jason.

Thank you very much.

I have no further questions of this witness.

Mr. Jason, in lieu of cross-examination,

the court would be inclined to permit you
to make a statement for the record

at this time, if you wish.

Thank you, Your Honor.

I have nothing to say.

The witness is excused.

Mr. Burger?

Your Honor, the prosecution believes
that it has presented a prima facie case

and moves at this time
that the defendant, Elihu Laban,

be bound over for trial in Superior Court
on a charge of m*rder in the first degree.

Mr. Jason?

We have no defense to offer at this time,
Your Honor.

Motion granted.

Defendant is remanded
to the custody of the sheriff

and bound over for trial in Superior Court
on a charge of first degree m*rder.

This court is adjourned.

"Trust me, Alyssa, that's all,
just trust me."

Oh, Papa.

Mr. Zenas.

Yes? What do you want?

I read in the paper you were leaving today.

I've been waiting to talk to you.

Go ahead and talk.

My husband has something
I think you're looking for.

Go on.

He thought the two of you might--

Might what?

Go into business together.

Now, what is it your husband has
he thinks I want?

The Volney Papers.

Whatever she told him,
he's interested, all right.

He must know.

Know what?

Enough of what was in those Volney Papers

to realize whoever got them wasn't
exactly playing political cops and robbers.

You mean that business
about an American facing prison?

Yep. Somebody was sweating blood

for fear of what might be in that package
Schreck brought here.

And brother, how Zenas would love
to know who that somebody was and is.

Look.

Find a phone and call fast.

Come on over here.

I don't want to have to yell
what we're going to talk about.

The last time we talked, I held the g*n.

I never spoke a word to you
in my life before now.

But in the tunnel--

Jason, what kind of game are you playing?

The name is Viewcolo, Conrad J. Viewcolo,
Jersey City, New Jersey.

That's my wife.

I don't get this.

- You look exactly like--
- Bruce Jason.

I found that out almost twenty years ago

when they flew me
from Fort Dix to England

to take Jason's place on an O.S.S. mission.

Take his place?

Jason was wounded in a hospital.

The mission couldn't wait.

The only contact was Jason,

or somebody that would be
accepted as Jason.

That second mission contacting Schreck,
destroying those plants--

it was you, not Jason,
who parachuted in with Amos Waldemar.

Now you're smart.

Then Jason did go on that skiing trip.

It was you who met Laban
in Jason's apartment.

You must have--

k*lled Franz Schreck?

Yeah, I k*lled him.

You got the Volney Papers?

No. But I know who has.

You're not alone in this.
There's somebody else.

The same man who dug me up
twenty years ago to take Jason's place

found me a couple of weeks ago
to do the same thing.

Who hired you?

Those papers are worth a fortune.

You tell me why they're worth k*lling for,
and I'll tell you who's got them.

- We share information.
- And the proceeds.

All right.

All I know is what Schreck
told me was in those papers--

something about international patent rights
that used to belong to Trans-Balkan.

They were never sold
to an American before the w*r.

The transfer was made during the w*r
with forged papers.

The forgery was done by two men--

one who has become a high official
in my country, and an American.

Oscar Volney found out about it,

made it part of the exposé
in his Papers, huh?

That's right.

But you never saw
the name of that American.

Why do you say that?

Because you wouldn't be here now.

Sure. Sure.

That's why that man hired me
to get those Papers--

to keep his name out of print,
keep himself out of Federal Prison.

You still haven't given me the man's name.

Tess, dial.

Here, you take this paper.

You read what's on it into the phone--

only what's on the paper, nothing else.

"This is Ulric Zenas.

"I know what the Volney Papers
said about Trans-Balkan.

Meet me aboard the Bonnie Mae
in an hour."

The Bonnie Mae, that's a boat.

That's right.

That was the only way it could be done.

The boat had to be anchored offshore
near the amusement park.

After I k*lled Schreck,
I swam out to the boat with the Papers.

I was supposed to be paid off
with cold, hard cash.

Instead, I wound up with two slugs
and a bath in the Pacific.

The man you're going to meet,
Zenas, he thinks he k*lled me.

Mr. Zenas.

Garrett Richards.

I telephoned the pier
They told me this boat belonged--

I've been renting this boat
from Phil Hillman for the past month.

What is it you wanted to see me about?

The Volney Papers.

As I told you, now I know
what they must have said.

You k*lled Franz Schreck
to get those papers.

The Volney Papers? Why, yes.

They're locked up in my safe at home.

They expose the patent rights forgeries.

They name your country's traitor,

but they do not mention my name

or the name of the company I used
to register those patents.

Mm-hmm.

Then why did you have Schreck k*lled?

I couldn't take a chance.

I didn't know my name wasn't mentioned
until after I got the Papers.

But what interests me now, Mr. Zenas,
is how you knew my name.

Oh, Conrad Viewcolo told me.

But that's impossible.

Oh, is it?

You're just saying those things to me
because you're trying to get rid of me, too.

Mr. Richards,
You see, Viewcolo's waiting for me.

He's going to call the police
if I don't come back.

It won't work.
Conrad Viewcolo is dead.

Oh, no. Oh, you sh*t him twice,
and you threw him overboard.

sh*t him?
What are you talking about?

I strangled Viewcolo with my bare hands,
right here on this boat.

I put his body in a weighted sack,
and I dumped him ten miles at sea.

He swam back, Mr. Zenas?

You're lying. You're lying.
[door opens]

No he isn't, Mr. Zenas.

We may never recover Viewcolo's body.

Without him, we have no way of proving
who k*lled Schreck.

[Anderson] Those Volney Papers
in your safe, Mr. Richards,

you should have dumped them
overboard, too.

After what witnesses heard you say here,

they're part of your one-way ticket
to the gas chamber.

Wait a minute.

If you're not Viewcolo--

Mr. Zenas, some trial lawyers
are frustrated actors.

How did you know about Viewcolo?

- You told me yourself, Garrett.
- Me?

Mm-hmm. Twenty years ago,
in that English hospital. Remember?

I finally did.

As my commanding officer
presenting me with a citation,

you casually dropped the fact
that you'd found my doppelganger.

Doppel--

Doppelganger. It means a person
exactly like somebody else, a double.

You know, it's a pity.

I never met mine.

Yes, Bruce, I just finished
reading the first installment.

By the way, did you see the dedication?

It says "To Bruce Jason,
who twice fought for freedom

and who twice was the victor."

Congratulations, Bruce.
And again, good luck.

So long, Perry. Thanks for the call.
I appreciate it.

And thank you, Mr. Laban,
for the kind words.

By the way, Bruce,
there was another call for you

- from the Beverly Hills jail.
- Oh?

It seems one of your actresses
got into an argument with a neighbor

over a Siamese cat--

Well, never mind the rest of it.

I told her that you now handle only
the most important and serious cases.

And what's not important
about a Siamese cat?

Of course he'll take her case.
Won't you, Bruce?

My daughter is learning, Mr. Hillman.

The big affairs of the world
are only what is big to each person.

Everyone needs help.

You're right, Mr. Laban.
But Phil's right, too.

Now if you gentlemen will excuse me.
Alyssa.

Where are you going?

Well, like you said, Phil,
I've got more important things to do.

Lady, it's time for your first...

tennis lesson.