06x16 - The Case of Constant Doyle

[bunniefuu]

Say...

Say, you got a cigarette machine in there?

Drug store's closed, see?

Hey, what's the matter?

Come on, Cal! Run!

Come back here, you lousy chickens!

You rotten punks!

Some town, huh, Mac?

It's not against the law
climbing a fence, is it?

I'll prove it. I got a lawyer coming.

I didn't go in that place.

Just up on the fence is all.

But oh, no.

No, Seaview's gotta protect
the rich old people,

and the chicken kids they got here.

And that factory watchman with a g*n!

Listen!

I hated this town since I was ten years old.

Snootsville.

Uppityburg on the beach.

When my lawyer gets here,
he'll tear the place apart for me.

Hey! Cool it, kid.

You got a visitor.

You're Cal Leonard?

Yeah, so what?

Well, you wanted a lawyer, didn't you?

It's all right, Sergeant.

Look, lady, I left
his name at the desk .

Doyle, Joseph Doyle.

They said they'd call his office,
but I gotta see him in person.

I'm a friend of his, a real old friend.

I know he's a big sh*t
but I can't just tell any--

any secretary, any...

Any wife.

And law partner.

You're a lawyer?

Yes.

Ever since we've been in California,
we've practiced corporation law.

How did you get hold of our name?

Look, Mrs. Doyle, I know
I'm not president of any banks,

but will you please just tell your husband
I can't be here now?

I can't be in jail right now!

Why not? You just
hit a uniformed officer.

- Oh, for the love of...
- You've been in jail before.

The teletype out there says you're in
the Orange County Probation Camp.

What of it?

Will you please
just tell your husband--

Joe Doyle is dead.

He d*ed less than two months ago.
Now, come on, tell me the truth.

How did my husband ever meet you?

Same to you, lady.

Well, all right, let's start again.

Whatever you boys wanted to steal tonight
from the Otis Company,

you didn't get away with it.

Skip it.
You can't help me any.

You don't trust women very much, do you?

Why don't you trust people?

Why you come in here like that?

What if I did lie about your husband?
So I only met him once.

Is that any reason to give me
that "who are you" stuff?

- Young man, will you please--
- No, no, go back to your fancy party.

Your fancy squaresville. I don't need you!
I don't need anybody.

Get out of here!
Go on, get out!

It's all right, Sergeant.
I think I just lost a client, that's all.

Goodnight, toughie.

[cell door closes]

I'm sorry, Mrs. Doyle, but the man
on the bench didn't know

who Doyle and Doyle was,
or he wouldn't have bothered you.

Calling you down here
from your party or whatever.

[laughing]
I fell asleep watching television.

I never got a chance
to meet your husband.

You people only being out here
a year or two, I guess.

But I certainly heard
some mighty fine things about him.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Kid like that needs a little dose
of the Youth Authority, anyway.

Courts know
how to handle delinquents.

[door banging]

Sergeant, would you
take care of this for me?

I think the boy's bail
will be set at about $ .

That's the deposit.

Oh, no, look here, Mrs. Doyle.

You're not gonna waste your sympathy
on that little punk.

I won't, don't worry.

But perhaps he--
Well, perhaps he did meet Joe once.

Good morning, Miss Givney.

Telephone's been ringing.

[chuckles] Was it a wrong number
or haven't we paid a bill?

Oh, there's a client
waiting for you.

Oh, don't tell me he's out already.

- And has came here?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

It's Mr. Otis.

Mr. Otis. What a pleasant surprise.

Well, it sure is.

- And say, you're looking fine.
- Thank you.

You know, I've been meaning
to come by and have a visit,

ever since my company stopped
using your firm as consultant.

I was sure you would understand.

When you two first came out here,

it was a matter of Joe's name, and all
the big people he knew in Washington.

But then, when Joe got sick, well--

My company was up to its neck
in Air Force contracts right then--

And you didn't think I'd know
all the famous people in Washington.

Well, I-- I didn't think
you'd want to be bothered.

[chuckles]
Please don't apologize, Mr. Otis.

You're not the first one
who has cancelled.

Well, darn it, there sure ought to be
plenty of business for

one good woman lawyer
in Seaview.

The trouble is, I don't care
about divorces and wills...

and suing the neighbor's dog.

There must be lots of fields
a woman might be interested in.

Take the juvenile problem.

Delinquency.

Why did you come here, Mr. Otis?

That boy who hit
one of my plant guards last night.

I understand you arranged bail for him.

Is there any reason
why I shouldn't have?

Well, I just wondered
what your interest was.

You see, when I noticed his name
on a report this morning, Cal Leonard--

I realized he must be the son of a man
who worked for me once.

What sort of man?

Engineer, radio man.
Pretty bright, believe it or not.

Even had some ideas
we put to use, in fact.

The only trouble was, they always
came out smelling of liquor.

His liver gave in.

He d*ed an alcoholic.

- Tell me about his son.
- Hasn't been around here for years, I think.

But you know how these
tough kids are these days.

Mr. Otis, have you some idea that
I'm one of those torch-bearing crusaders

who'll claim that
your guards laid hands on that boy?

Now, now, nothing quite that wild.
But--

Save your breath, Mr. Otis.

I never even expect to see
Cal Leonard again.

Well, I was also going to say
we'll take care of it from here on.

For the sake of his father,
I don't want any charges pursued.

Well, that's-- that's very
nice of you, Mr. Otis.

Perhaps, um--

Perhaps even more
then the boy deserves.

Well, anyway, I'm glad I had a chance
to say how sorry I am about your Joe.

He was a wonderful man.

Yes, he was.

Good-bye, Mr. Otis.

Miss Givney,
you'll find the Otis file--

Well, they let you loose.

Did they use rubber hoses first?

No, they said I gotta stick around
till next Tuesday for the trial.

I could hear you better
if you'd stand up.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Excuse me, I'm sorry.

Well, that's some progress.

Look, Mrs. Doyle?

The way it happened,
I was in Probation Camp, sure,

from juvenile court.

That's when your husband
came to give this speech.

Well, it sounded interesting,
I guess, because I said something.

And he was there all afternoon.

And he found out I played chess.

And he wanted to show me
a couple of real tricky chess openings.

Well, uh, we talked a little while
afterwards, I guess, and...

that really is the only time
I ever met him.

So I am a big liar,
But I'm sorry, see?

What was Joe's speech about?

Well, I guess it was him, mostly.

But, uh, he reminded me
a little of my father when--

whenever he was sober.

- How long ago was that?
- My father?

I, uh-- I never saw him since I was ten.

- They wouldn't let me.
- They?

Welfare workers, parole guys--

She had 'em all conned,
anything in pants.

Well, I guess I won't ask you
anything about your mother.

Thanks.

Anyway, she d*ed of something
in Portland, so...

So the reason why I came
is to borrow ten bucks.

I figured, if I'm going to be
in Seaview until Tuesday, why--

[telephone rings]

Excuse me.

[ringing]

- Yes?
- Constant? Is that you?

- Fred McCormick.
- Can I call you back?

Just take a second, Connie! I have
the steamship company on the other line.

You were talking about a freighter trip,
and those reservations are hard to get.

Well, now, what's the use being
an old-fashioned ship's chandler,

if one can't use a little influence
for one's friends, eh?

Oh, Fred, please.

There's a Norwegian boat leaving
in just a couple of days.

- Hits Italy, Greece--
- I'm hanging up.

Now, Connie, look here:
if it's that case you're handling,

that boy coming up
for trial next Tuesday--

Well, there's no need to let
a little thing like that interfere.

My, you get around, don't you?

Matter of fact, I was just talking
to Judge Simpson.

He says it's nonsense.

Yes, says the whole thing
can be quashed, if you like.

Fred, I-I'll talk to you later.

[clears throat]
Well, I figured ten bucks.

Cal,

what were you boys going to steal
at the Otis plant last night?

Well, nothing.

See, I just wanted to get in the place,
that's all.

Those other guys I picked up
in the bowling alley.

They were going to keep the watchman
busy so I could go on and--

What are you looking at?
I just wanted to get in to see somebody.

- Who?
- Cousin of mine. Steve Arthur.

I thought he could get me a job.

Only when I went there in the daytime,
the guards threw me out.

Here's a twenty.

Get yourself a haircut first.

Why didn't you go
to his house to see him?

Cause he's never there.

See, his wife--

She hates his--

and uh, vice versa.

Anyway, those guys work late
at the plant at night,

and, uh, and he wouldn't
answer his phone.

Why on earth did you think
he would give you a job?

Why do you ask me
such stupid questions?

- What do you want from me?
- Cal, shut up!

Now.

Steve Arthur is his name.

Miss Smith, were you in my desk
again last night?

What'd ya say, Mr. Arthur?

I found all these drawers open
when I got in here just now,

and I also noticed that
the filing cabinet had been moved.

Want something outta the files,
Mr. Arthur?

Spit out that gum. I had
a racing form and a little notebook.

Steve, why can't you
get to work on time?

Hello, Mr. Otis. Well, I ran into this
little cocktail waitress down the street--

Here! Read that.
It's a gate report.

Go on.
Read the whole thing.

Mm-hmm. Cal Leonard. So what?

He's a useless kid.
Tried to phone me yesterday

I told the guards to make sure he--

Oh, he was up on the fence.

Steve, I want you to take a trip.

What if they caught him leaving
this place instead of entering it?

What do you mean?

Suppose he got in here last night?
Suppose he rifled my desk?

I think you better do what I say, Mr. Otis.

I think you'd better let me handle
this delinquent little cousin of mine.

What in the devil do you keep in that desk
besides a whiskey bottle and racing forms?

My bank statements.
So my wife won't see them.

There are times when I could m*rder
that husband of mine.

But I don't think he has
any life insurance-- does he?

I wouldn't know anything
about that, Mrs. Arthur.

I thought I told you last night where you
might find all sorts of things about Steve.

Yeah, sure but, uh,
you want another drink?

Waitress?

Here. Have some of this, Cal.

They don't mind here.

I never have any money.

But I'm not embarrassed.

Oh, I just borrowed this some place.

But I could pay it back pretty quick
if I wanted to--

Maybe fifty times over, don't you think?

Waitress?

I'll have another one, please.

You better make it
a double this time.

You said Steve was broke.

And my dad paid all the bills.

Steve was a nothing.

A $ a week clerk,

and that's still
what he expects me to live on.

You said Steve maybe even
stole money from my dad.

Could it have been
as much as $ , ?

A what?

You did find something
in that office, didn't you?

Don't get excited,
I'm just guessing.

But didn't Steve
ever let it slip?

Didn't he ever talk in his sleep about
all that dough he spends on those dames,

and how he got it?

About how much was my dad's dough,
and how much is really mine?

Just remember,
I want my share.

All I want is just a little something,
maybe, my parents might have left me.

Even if my old man left me nothing
but five bucks, okay.

You can have the rest.

But I gotta know.

You understand?

Sure, Cal.
I understand.

And your father did mean to leave you
something. I know he did.

But how that husband of mine
managed to get it, and parlay it--

Go on.

Go on.

Okay, here's what you do next:

Mrs. Doyle, were you looking for--

Mrs. Doyle?
Are you back from lunch?

Mrs. Doyle!

Stop!

Stop!

Miss Givney, what on earth
are you doing?

He was here.
He was in here.

I saw him running out the alley.
That brat!

- That dirty, thieving little--
- Cal Leonard?

- Yes!
- Calm down, I told him to come back here.

Miss Givney? Where are my keys?
I left them on the desk.

You see? And Heaven knows
what else he took.

Well, I'll fix that young man.

Who are you calling?

The police, of course.
What do you think?

Well, you'll do no such thing.

Bring me the Los Angeles
telephone directory.

Of course I remember you, Mrs. Doyle.
Friend of Perry's.

I'm afraid I've bitten off
more than I can chew.

There's a boy,
his name is Cal Leonard...

Uh-huh. But why didn't you--

Oh.
[chuckles]

Yeah, I guess there are
bigger fish to fry.

But while you're trying to find him,

you sure need somebody
to pin that kid's ears back.

Well, you'd better hurry.

I suspect this young you-know-what
has borrowed my car.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

- I didn't do it!
- Do what?

- I didn't do it!
- Come on, kid.

It's my cousin, Steve Arthur.

Oh, I already told Mr. Drake,

I told the cops he called,
I told that Lieutenant in the other office.

Well, it won't hurt you to tell it
a few more times.

Now, you said you went out there at : .
Is that right?

Yeah. It was dark in the house,
so I started around back.

I went through the gate, and I tripped--

over Steve's body, I guess.

Anyway, I fell on the concrete.
That's how I got this.

Almost concussion, the doc said.

Pretty clumsy at your age,
don't you think?

Baby trips and bumps his little head?

You lay off.

He's the one
that's gotta answer things.

He's the one that got me out there.

It was his weekend place
my cousin was k*lled in, wasn't it?

Cal, I think Mr.
Otis has an alibi.

Tell me exactly how he
"got you out there"?

Well, I was looking for Steve
all afternoon

It was about :
I went back to his house.

Only one there was his wife Letty.

She drinks.

Anyway, the phone rang and
it was Mr. Otis wanting to talk to me.

What did he say?

He said the trouble with the guard
was being fixed,

and then he said
Steve was out there with him--

and if I'd run on out,
there was a big surprise for me.

Did you expect to get some money?

I knew Steve owed me something.

The company had given
my dad some dough one time for--

...some ideas he had.

And Steve Arthur took it?

The money you or your father
should have had?

Mrs. Doyle, I know better
than to say too much.

Anyway, you told the Lieutenant
I stole your car, didn't you?

[clicks tongue]
Oh, Cal, what's the matter with you?

Now, come on, sit down
and tell me about that money.

Well, do you know how many
bank accounts my cousin Steve had?

Four.

Number
in Compton Security,

Number
in Seaview National--

I remember 'em all. I wrote 'em down
once in a date book of Steve's.

He put all of his salary in Seaview,

but in Compton Security last month,
he put $ , .

Then he made regular deposits
over and above his salary?

Sure.

In the last year and a half,

all accounts total $ , .

Cal, how could anyone remember
such complicated figures?

[chuckles]
That's nothing.

When I was a kid, I'd go riding with my old
man.

And he'd say, "Son, give me
the next five license plates."

I could remember them all, even if
the cars went by miles an hour.

I'd add up the numbers for him, too.
That's when I was .

No wonder my husband
was interested in you.

Yeah, he was interested, all right.

It's no need to know, isn't it?
That's all I got to tell you?

Oh, Mrs. Doyle, you can't help me.

You're not even a criminal lawyer.

And that's what I am, isn't it?

A criminal.

You saw Perry at the hospital,
and he said he'd be out

in plenty of time to defend
Cal Leonard in the jury trial, right?

Perry says,
at a preliminary hearing,

anyone can hold the client's hand...

while the prosecution
rattles off enough facts

to bind the client over.

Of course, there are a few sh*ts
I want to fire myself

before anyone gets into this.

Certain people in Seaview are
far too interested in Cal.

If I can make them say why,

maybe he won't be
even charged with m*rder.

[chuckling]
"Miniaturization"?

- What on earth...
- Miniaturization of instruments.

You know what that is. You make
navigational equipment, don't you?

Oh, well, these days a ship's chandler
has to branch out a bit, but--

I went to the Otis Company.
They told me to talk to Lawrence Otis.

But these days, Lawrence Otis only talks
to the District Attorney in Los Angeles.

I thought there might be
some mention of it in our files,

but Miss Givney says no.

All right, Constant.
What do you want to know?

Cal Leonard's father
invented some instrument.

The Otis Company
has made a fortune from it.

- Isn't that right?
- Oh!

Well, maybe it was Leonard's idea,

the way Otis floats instruments
in gas instead of oil.

Of course, in space research,
where weight is an important--

Exactly. Why didn't you mention it
when I asked you about it yesterday?

Oh, now, Connie, see here--

You didn't even tell me
that Cal Leonard's father worked for you.

Why should I?

The man was a drinker.
We fired him for it, as I recall.

- Anyway, it had nothing to do with the boy.
- Fred.

Isn't it possible that someone has stolen
Cal's father's invention?

How should I know?

Constant, look, as a friend of yours
I felt-- yes, and I still feel--

that there's just no sense in your getting
all mixed up in this mess.

Fred, darling, what's the matter with you?
All I wanted--

Constant, until this m*rder business
is cleared up,

I'm not going to be the one to--

Well, I am simply not gonna
to tell you anything, about anyone,

that I don't know to be absolutely true.

I'll tell you anything
want to know, Mrs. Doyle.

I've got nothing to hide.

I'm celebrating my freedom.
[chuckles]

I do feel a little sorry about Cal, maybe.

Well, you ought to be.

You're the one who egged him on.

- Now just a minute--
- Got him all excited about money,

and ideas and inventions,
or whatever it is

your husband
perhaps stole from his father.

I've got news for you, Mrs. Doyle.

Sure, I knew that Steve
was cashing in on something,

and maybe Cal did help me
find out how much--

but I also know that Steve Arthur
didn't have the brains

to steal olives from a martini.

Who do you think did the stealing?

You really want to know?
'Cause I figured that out, too.

Your husband.

Excuse me. Mrs. Doyle.

- Hello, I'm Letty Arthur.
- Hi.

They're charging Cal Leonard
with first degree m*rder,

and for some reason Burger's
handling the case himself, and--

Well, it'll be in all the papers anyway,
so I might as well give you the rest of it.

Cal Leonard's fingerprints were found
all over the inside of that cottage.

- What?
- He must have lied to you again. Anyway.

They claim they're gonna prove

that he had a fight with Steve Arthur,
and then followed him outside.

D-Don't shake her up
too much, Mister.

'Cause I just told her something

that it seems everybody else
knew first:

Her Mr. Joe Doyle
was some sort of a crook.

We found Mr. Arthur
lying there on his back.

I've already noted the two points
where he'd been stabbed,

through his trench coat
and other garments.

Never mind the personal observation,
Lieutenant.

We all heard the doctor's testimony.

If it please the court,
I should like this photograph

entered for the people
and marked Exhibit .

[Judge]
Clerk will so mark it.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

Counselor?

Thank you, Mr. Burger.

Now, returning to People's Exhibit ,

the police laboratory report,

just to review:

What did the side of the table,
the overturned chair,

and the door moldings
inside that house reveal?

They all showed fingerprints
of the defendant.

That, plus hair samples,
blood, the rest.

There's just no question,
Your Honor, they fought inside,

and the boy followed him out
toward the garage, they scuffled,

and he stabbed him.

Lieutenant, the defense
might reasonably object

if you insist on expressing an opinion.

Even though the facts you introduce
amply support the conclusions you've drawn.

Let's instead return to People's Exhibit ,
this handy garden implement,

which the medical examiner
has stated so firmly

he believes to be the m*rder w*apon--
Now where did you find this, Lieutenant?

It was found right next to the body, sir.
A little under it.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Counselor?

Lieutenant.

In that photograph,
did anyone, to your knowledge,

touch the body or move anything
prior to your arrival on the scene?

Well, of course, ma'am, we can't tell
what might have happened

before we reached the scene.

But I do believe Mr. Paul Drake
has already testified

that's how everything was
when he got there first.

I wasn't asking
for a reminder, Lieutenant.

I have no further questions.

The witness may step down.

We'll take a few moments at this time
while the clerk rearranges the exhibits.

Cal, you told me your cousin was nice
to you when you went into the house.

Yeah. Into the house.

And then Steve said that he knew I might
think he owed my dad some dough.

So I gave him back that little black book,

you know, the one I put the numbers
and the deposits and everything on?

And then he kidded me about giving me
some girls' phone numbers or something.

Then he leveled with me,

and he said he paid my dad in full,
, bucks.

A measly $ , , and he said,
"Here, kid, here's bucks.

He said, "Maybe
I'll get you a job sometime."

And so then you had a fight.

Yeah. He shoved me away.

I went outside
and I grabbed him.

And then he hit me,
and that's the last thing I remember.

[Judge bangs pencil]

You may proceed, Mr. Burger.

I call Mr. Lawrence Otis, please.

Well, about : , I tried to reach
young Cal Leonard.

I wanted him to come out
and have a talk with his cousin, Steve.

So I phoned the office
of the boy's lawyer first.

The only one still there was
Miss Givney, the secretary.

She said a few nasty things
about the boy.

She didn't know where he was.

So then I tried to reach
Steve Arthur's house in town.

And that was when you invited
the defendant out to the cottage.

But tell me this, Mr. Otis,

why didn't Steve Arthur go back
to his own home to talk to the defendant?

I guess I can't testify
as to why Steve always

steered clear of his own house.

But Mr. Otis, would you explain
to us, please,

what it was you wanted Steven Arthur
to talk to the defendant about?

It occurred to me that we'd paid
the boy's father a bonus, once,

shortly before his death,
for a manufacturing idea he'd had.

The bonus was for $ , .

Obviously the boy
had never seen any of it,

so I thought we might give Cal
a gift of the same amount.

Now wait a minute, Mr. Otis.

Wasn't $ ,
a very small amount of money

to pay a man
for a manufacturing idea

which is netting your company
perhaps millions of dollars?

No, it wasn't.

I paid Mr. Leonard a good salary
as a developmental engineer.

As such, his work contract stipulated

that the company owned
anything he invented outright.

And the bonus to the father was--

Strictly a bonus, that's all.

To make sure of it, I had another
quit-claim drawn up by a lawyer,

which Leonard signed
when he took the money.

And now about the deceased,
Steven Arthur.

How much did you pay him?

- Above his salary, you mean?
- Yes.

Well, in the past year and a half,
about $ , .

Why? What for?

Well, it was Steven Arthur
who persuaded me not to fire Leonard,

when I realized that
I'd taken on a drinker.

Then Steve said that if I'd be patient,
he'd gamble his own salary and time

on seeing that Leonard delivered--

provided I'd pay him a private royalty
on any results of their work.

Counselor, you may certainly take objection
to this type of questioning.

On the contrary, Your Honor.

I would like to hear it all.

Your Honor, I know
it may seem unfair:

the creator of something
getting a couple of thousand,

and the promoter, the agent,
ending up raking in all the loot.

But that's how it happened.

Oh, sure, no wonder
the kid wouldn't understand.

No wonder he might get sore enough
to even commit m*rder over--

Now, that is enough, Mr. Otis.

I have no more questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Otis, is there any written record

of your so-called "royalty" deal
with Steven Arthur?

Well, no.

Mr. Otis, why was that money
paid so secretly?

Well, he-- he didn't want his wife
to know about it, that's all.

And you obviously conspired
with him in that.

Mr. Otis, before
you tangle yourself further,

why don't you simply admit that
Steven Arthur was blackmailing you?

- Now see here--
- Blackmailing you for some sort of swindle

- that involved Cal Leonard's father.
- Your Honor!

Never mind, Mr. Burger.

Mrs. Doyle, you'll
have to confine yourself

to proper questioning of the witness.

No more questions, Your Honor.

I regret doing this, Counselor,

but Your Honor, in order to protect
the integrity of this witness,

I must ask this question:

Mr. Otis, did you have
proper legal advice

in your dealings with Mr. Leonard?

I thought so. Mr. Joseph Doyle
handled it for me.

It was Joe Doyle who drew up the quit-claim
I referred to, that Leonard signed.

And in your dealings with Steven Arthur?

Well, I know that Steve got together
with the lawyer, Doyle,

but what they cooked up
between them, I--

No, no, no, I can't testify
to any of that.

Actually, I knew very little about
any of my husband's activities,

money or anything else.

And yet didn't you state to me,
that the day after your husband's m*rder,

you had added up enough to know
that Joseph Doyle

was responsible for
helping your husband steal?

I was upset.

I'm a widow, you know.

Didn't you even claim
to have knowledge

that my husband, Joseph Doyle,
was "some kind of crook"?

Please, Your Honor.

I'm aware that this subject is
extremely upsetting to the counselor but...

these questions are immaterial.

These are not immaterial questions,
Your Honor.

Mr. Burger opened the door himself
when he introduced my husband's name.

I don't like this courtroom used for
the bandying of baseless hearsay.

Baseless?
He was the one who told me.

Cal Leonard. He was
the first one used the word "crook".

Your Honor, I'm afraid
I'm the one that should apologize.

If I could just interrupt this
and call a certain unfriendly witness,

I think--

Well, Your Honor, the reason that
I handled this case personally

was to make certain that
the whole unpleasant subject

of these allegations
and insinuations

against the late Mr. Doyle

could be clarified and
then set aside for good.

Well, who is the witness, Mr. Burger?

Miss Eliza Givney.

Miss Givney, you have to answer me.

Was there anything in your files
on the Otis Company

concerning a quit-claim letter?

Yes, there was the quit-claim
that Mr. Otis mentioned.

A letter to Mr. Leonard
about the bonus.

I-I remember when
Mr. Doyle wrote that letter.

But it is standard practice.

There's nothing
wrong or unethical about it.

Well, no-one is suggesting
that there is, Miss Givney.

But would you tell us, please, what did
you do with your file copy of that letter?

I-- After I saw the boy had been
in the office, I destroyed it.

You destroyed it? Why?

There were some notes,

clipped on the back, about Steve Arthur.

Notes about meetings
that Mr. Doyle was having with him.

I didn't want Mrs. Doyle
to see anything that would upset her, I--

I didn't want anybody to misunderstand.

If Joe Doyle made a mistake
in judgment, that's all it was.

Just a mistake.

And nobody's ever going to get me
to say anything different.

Sure I saw those files.

I think that claim-letter thing
is such a gyp.

$ , is really cheap.

And so you thought
all the nasty things that I suppose

everyone else in this town is thinking--

Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you say something?

Can't you ever learn to trust a woman?

You mean, when you kept on helping me
and I kept on lying and lying?

Sure, I could open my fat mouth

and say that Joe Doyle
was nothing but a--

Oh, Cal.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Doyle. Here's the police list
of all the things found on the body.

Oh, thank you.

Also, there's a call for you
from Perry Mason.

I had it switched in here.

I've already told him that Burger just about
wrapped up a pretty convincing case.

Perry? Hang on,
she's right here.

Yes? I know we're in trouble.

Connie, wait a minute.
I wasn't going to say that.

I'm just sorry they had to drag in
all that insinuation.

Don't you worry.

When we take the case
into jury trial, we'll--

Perry, I'll make a deal with you.

If you don't give me
any legal advice,

I won't take your temperature.

All right. Bye.

Cal, what was in that date-book
you gave back to your cousin?

When I first found it
in the desk drawer,

I thought it was just a little notebook,

and I started to put down
the bank deposits.

Later on, in the back, I found about
girls' names and phone numbers.

Get to work. You're going
to list off those license plates.

Paul, you're going to chase girls.

You think maybe Steve had a date
with one of them that night?

I'll be back when court reconvenes.
Oh, Paul?

Leave that raincoat
here for me, will you?

Sure, but where are you going?

That is none of your business.
I have a date.

Well, here's the type
of employment contract

that we use for an engineer.

Did Cal's father sign one of these
when he worked for you?

Yes, I guess so,
but what's the point?

Well, you know very well that
he might have developed that idea

while he was still working for you,
instead of later,

when he went to work
for the Otis Company.

Mm, he was such a strange man.
Kept so much to himself.

But if he did, then you'd own the idea,
not the Otis company.

You would be cheated,
not the Leonards.

It says so right here.

Now, Constant, I may
have had wishful thoughts--

Heavens only knows I could have used
a few of those Air Force contracts myself.

But I assure you, I've never been able
to find one shred of concrete evidence.

But suppose Steve Arthur
had such evidence.

Suppose somewhere he had
dated drawings, something,

and that's what Lawrence Otis
has always been afraid of.

You mean, that's what Steve
blackmailed Otis with?

Of course.

And that's what you might have k*lled
Steve Arthur to get.

All right, Constant.

You've added up a lot of things.
Well, so have I.

But I'm warning you, there's a stumbling
block:

somehow, it was
your husband who fixed it

so that no further investigation
would be made.

Fred, Cal Leonard's on trial.

Not Joe Doyle.

I've already told you.

I didn't see Steve for a whole week
before he was k*lled.

But don't you have
one shred of curiosity, Mrs. Arthur?

If you knew Cal was going out
to a meeting with Steve that night--

a meeting where something was
going to be settled about money--

didn't you at least try to follow him?

To see what it was all about?

I wasn't out there.

It's a dark place.

There are side roads.

Wouldn't it have been easy for you to have
been there all along, watching what happened?

I just didn't do it, I tell you.

Mrs. Arthur, who is Gloria?

What?

Who is Lida?

Who is Susan Belle?

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

Mrs. Arthur.

If anyone is as anxious as you are

to obtain a lucrative divorce,
surely you've done some following.

Some watching.

Your Honor, would you excuse me
for a moment?

Very well.

[softly]
No luck so far.

I managed to reach of the girls, but they
all claim they had other dates that night.

- I've assigned other men to double-check.
- What about the twelfth?

That was just a number,
and not even the right one.

Maybe Cal got mixed up.

What do you mean?

Seaview ,
that's all he could remember.

You can add other numbers,
but there isn't even a prefix.

[hushed]
Go try this.

May it please the court, I wonder
if I could recall a witness at this time.

The police lieutenant?

Watch, theatre stubs,
handkerchief in the jacket--

Yeah. I'm positive
that's the whole list, ma'am.

That's everything we found on the body.

I see.

Now I wonder
if you'd take a look...

at this photograph again.

Doesn't the coat
seem to be in disarray?

Yes. Oh, of course, ma'am.

Steve Arthur had just been stabbed.

Your Honor,
would it be asking too much

to inquire as to the purpose
of this line of questioning?

It's quite simple.
Defense will contend, Your Honor,

that something was taken from
Mr. Arthur's body by his m*rder*r,

who then rearranged his clothing so
attention wouldn't be called to that fact.

Your Honor, the state is quite sure
that Cal Leonard could have taken

anything he wanted from
the dead body of his cousin--

after he k*lled him.

Lieutenant, Cal Leonard was immediately
apprehended by Mr. Drake,

and then searched by you.

Did he have on him anything that remotely
could have belonged to the deceased?

No. I guess he didn't.

Very well, then.

It will be further
our contention, Your Honor--

Would you mind?

that the m*rder*r
took this particular item,

a small notebook
from Mr. Arthur's body,

while Cal Leonard lay
unconscious on the ground.

Thank you, Mr. Burger.

Just what is it you're doing there,
Counselor?

By a simple demonstration,

I hope to prove not only the truth
of what I've just said,

but also to show who the m*rder*r was.

Now, Mr. Burger,

you have seen me
knock Cal Leonard out.

And now you've k*lled me,

and you've just stolen the notebook
from one of these pockets.

Your Honor, I certainly
object to this.

Well, now, it seems I've allowed you a great
deal of latitude in this hearing, Mr. Burger.

I think we can do the same
for Mrs. Doyle.

Very well. If you would
now arrange this coat--

button one button--

and tie the belt
exactly as in that photograph.

Thank you, Mr. Burger.

That will be all.

It's nice to see Mr. Burger didn't make
the same mistake as the k*ller did.

But then I-- I doubt if any man would.

Women button their coats...

right over left-- like this.

Like the victim's coat
in the photograph.

That doesn't prove anything!

I wasn't out there, I tell you.

Sure, maybe I followed Steve
lots of other nights, but not that night.

- I didn't!
- [Judge] Order! Order!

Mrs. Doyle, would you like to have
Mrs. Arthur return to the stand?

No thank you, Your Honor, I wouldn't.

I doubt if she could have known
the full meaning...

of just how or why her husband
was blackmailing Lawrence Otis.

Or the importance of a number
in that little notebook--

Seaview .

Your Honor, please--

It's the number of
a safe deposit box, isn't it, Mr. Otis?

Maybe where Steve Arthur
kept his evidence against you?

Yes, yes.

I wouldn't have perjured myself,
but I thought the boy was guilty.

May it please the court,

there is someone else who knew
of the meeting at the cottage that night.

Someone with all
the background knowledge.

Someone who even added
her perjury to Mr. Otis's today,

in obvious hope of continuing
to blackmail him herself--

because of course,
she'd already committed m*rder.

Hadn't you, Miss Givney?

[gasps, sobs]

[laughing]

[hysterical laughing continues]

Connie, Hamilton Burger
is fit to be tied.

He's called me ten times.

Says, why don't I get out of this bed,

so he'll have somebody easy
to fight with next time.

Seriously.

Burger's as glad as I am that
the cloud over Joe has been cleared up.

Perry, I have one more thing
I have to attend to.

Would you excuse me?

Thank you. Good night.

- Well, Cal?
- I was just thinking about that, uh--

about that bucks I owe you
and everything.

Well, what about that bucks?
What do you mean, everything?

Will you stop asking questions
for once?

I thought
you might have some ideas.

Or you might be willing
to talk to me about--

about me, or--
Well, don't you know what I mean?

Cal, how about going out and buying
the two biggest steaks in town?

[chuckles]
Okay.

Oh, um, Mrs. Doyle, you--

You don't really mind
I haven't got that haircut, do you?

[laughs]
Come on.

Good night, Joe.