08x19 - The Case of the Feather Cloak

[bunniefuu]

(theme song playing)

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- Aloha, Aunt Hilo! -Aloha,
Anona! -(overlapping chatter)

- Where have you been? -We
thought you were never coming!

Yes! We're starved!
Simply starved!

Quiet everyone. Quiet.

This is the celebration
of Anona's betrothal.

We already know, Auntie Hilo.
Anona told us.

- So let's celebrate.
- AUNTIE HILO: All right.

But where is the groom-to-be?

Anona said
it was to be a surprise,

so we left him
at Kamehameha Point trying

the big waves there.

Kamehameha Point?

But no one has ever
dared surf there!

No one but Doug, Auntie Hilo.

I'll go get him.

Are you happy about this?

Anona has loved him
since she was a little girl.

He was the world's
surfing champion then.

Now he's a beach tramp.

Liquor, gambling,

divorcees from the hotels,

living in that shack
by the point.

Well, I, for one, am not happy.

Doug?

Doug!

Doug?

Doug?

Oh, no!

Doug!

MAN:
Anona, what are you doing here?

Doug! Doug.

Easy. Easy, how.

What brought all this on?

The b*llet- it didn't hit you?

What b*llet?

Well, the man on the ridge
with a r*fle--

he took a sh*t at you!

Wahini, have you been smoking
opium or something?

No! No! Look.

Look.

DOUG:
Well, what do you know.

Clean through the whole board.

This I don't exactly like.

Doug, why would he do
such a thing?

Who have you told about us?

Auntie Hilo.

After we agreed
it was to be a secret?

Who else did you tell?

Just some of the g*ng
at the beach.

Oh, I was so happy and proud.

Doug, I'm sorry if I did wrong,

but what has our planning
to be married got to do

with somebody sh**ting at you?

That's what I'm going
to find out right now.

(bird squawking)

(bird trilling)

- Mr. Mason?
- That's right.

Mr. Logan say please to wait
on veranda.

Thank you.

Well, hi, sport.

How's it going?

(loud squawk)

Whoops. Not so good, I guess.

Paul, you all clear now
on what you're to do?

Well, if anyone should ask,

I'm an ornithologist
taking pictures of seagulls.

I mean what we want
the pictures to show--

exactly how the Logan Beach
is split in two

by Kamehameha Point.

I'll get it all
for you in color,

but why I have to dress up
like a royal Hawaiian

to do it is a little beyond me.

It was Mr. Logan's suggestion.

Logan? I thought your client was
the Pan-Pacific Hotel chain.

It is, but Mr. Logan
doesn't want anyone out here

to suspect he's thinking
of leasing his beach.

Well, there's nothing illegal

about leasing land in Hawaii,
is there?

No, but in this case,
there's a possible complication

I'll tell you about later.

So, while
you're chasing seagulls,

I'll be digging
through old records

in the Honolulu courthouse.

MAN:
You'll find it gives me clear

title to my land, Mr. Mason.

My great-great grandfather
was an excellent businessman.

This, I assume, is Mr. Drake.

That's right.

You're positive
Mr. Drake is quite trustworthy?

I've trusted Paul
with all manner of things

the major portion
of my legal life, Mr. Logan.

(laughing):
Oh, well, then I won't worry.

Would you care to try some
of our local product?

You'll find it quite different
from pineapple on the mainland.

Sugar-ripened in the fields,

and has a % higher sugar
content than the export variety.

Come now.
Come, come, come.

Voila.

How'd you manage that?

He almost took my finger off.

He's partial to me.
So partial, in fact,

that I hardly ever go anywhere
without him.

Well, if you're ready,
shall we go, and I'll show you

the path which leads down
to the ocean?

- I'm ready now.
- Good.

Kelland?

What are you doing here?

Looking for Professor Heller.

He's inside.

Thanks.

Our local beachcomber.

Shall we go?

What can you tell me
about that, Professor?

(Heller laughs)

My good fellow,
you-you startled me.

Not any more than you startled
me about a half hour ago.

I startled you?

Mr. Kelland,
what are you talking about?

That cartridge case.

A little something you forgot,
Professor,

after you took that potshot
at me from the point.

I took no sh*t at you.

No?

(sniffs)

Smell.

(sniffing)

It's... it's gunpowder!

(drops r*fle)

Fresh gunpowder.

Not a bad notion at that--
plugging someone on a surfboard.

Good chance
the body'd never be found.

Who told you about me
and Anona Gilbert?

No one told me...

I think I'm beginning
to understand.

The trust under which Kamehameha
Point is being held for her.

A trust
a marriage would terminate,

giving you joint possession.

Exactly.

%, instead of
a lousy $ , .

Have you told Anona
what you found there?

I'm not that stupid.

So, you and I are still
the only ones who...

who know the point is not
a worthless mass of barren rock?

The only ones, Professor,

but your knowing's not going
to do you any good.

Mr. Kelland...

...when you brought me
this tiny feather,

and told me
you found it in a place

known only to you
on Kamehameha Point,

what did I say?

Well, you said a lot of things.

No.

I said this feather
was the culmination,

the crowning achievement,

years of Polynesian research.

Why else do you think

I so readily paid you
that initial $ , ?

You'll get your money back.

It's not the money
I'm concerned with.

It's the years
and years and years.

A lifetime of searching

and working and hoping.

And to salvage that...

I would gladly k*ll...

if the occasion arose.

Now, take it easy, Professor.

You haven't
thought this through.

k*lling me won't get you
your crowning achievement.

I'm the only one
who knows its exact location.

Remember?

Mr. Kelland,
I thought this through.

To prevent this marriage,

it not be you I'd k*ll.

Anona? You...

Oh, you wouldn't k*ll her.

HELLER:
I would indeed.

But fortunately, ...

discovered a better way
to prevent the marriage.

A far better way.

How'd you make out?

I took enough pictures
of Kamehameha Point

to make a travelogue.

And in the process,
I found out something

that might just be connected
with the leasing of the beach.

What's that?

There were some surfers there.

They were talking about a board
with a b*llet hole in it.

Belongs to a Douglas Kelland.

He has a shack by the point,
and from his description,

I'd say he was the beachcomber
we saw going into Logan's house.

However, it's probably
romance trouble.

Kelland just got himself engaged

to a local Hawaiian girl
named Anona Gilbert.

Anona Gilbert?!

Name mean something to you?

Yes, it does, Paul.

She's the complication
that brought us out here.

From the courthouse records
today

I verified a rumor
that had reached

Pan-Pacific Hotels.

Rumor?

While Jarvis Logan has
title to the beach

on either side
of Kamehameha Point,

the point itself is held
in trust for Anona Gilbert.

She's the lineal descendant

of one of the great
Hawaiian warrior chiefs,

who sold his land
to Logan's ancestor

but for some reason withheld
the sale of the point.

Probably knew they'd build
a hotel there someday.

One thing's certain.

Pan-Pacific's not going
to spend $ million

developing Jarvis Logan's beach
without the point.

After dinner I want you
to find Kelland,

get his theory on the sh**ting.

Wait at his shack if necessary.

Okay, what are you going to do?

Ooh, I thought I might go
to a nightclub.

I

(applause)

(cheering and whistling)

Will you join us, Anona?

Thank you, perhaps later, Jon.

I was told that you wished
to speak with me.

Yes.

That was very beautiful,
Miss Gilbert.

- Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

My name is Mason.

I'm an attorney.

I represent Pan-Pacific Hotels.

Oh, yes,
Mr. Logan told me about you.

Did he tell you
why I'm in Hawaii?

He said to arrange
for a new hotel on his property.

It's your property
I'm interested in, Miss Gilbert.

Kamehameha Point?

Oh, he told me you might be.

You see, he's trustee
of my estate, such as it is,

and if the point were
to become part of the lease,

then he said I would receive
a share of the money.

And you've agreed to that?

Since my parents d*ed
when I was five,

Mr. Logan has been
like a father to me.

I've always done
everything he said.

What does Mr. Kelland say?

Doug?

Well, he knows nothing
about the hotel.

Mr. Logan asked me
not to talk about it.

Tell me, why are you asking me
all these questions, Mr. Mason?

Well, I have to report
on the availability of the land,

and when you marry
Douglas Kelland,

it's quite possible he may have
something to say about it.

Ah.

Well, I'm sure
whatever arrangements

that Mr. Logan makes
will be quite all right.

DOUG: There she is--
my little kanaka cutie--

sitting right over there
at that table.

Name is Anona,
or did I tell you that?

Well, come on, honey,
I'd like to introduce you.

Best little number on the island

if you happen
to like the natives.

It's all right, Mr. Mason.

Want you to meet
my lady friend, baby--

Dolly Jameson, a real swinger.

Lady friend, Doug?

Right.

Decided marriage was
for the birds, so I started out

on the town, and who did
I run into but Dolly.

Told her all about you.

Said I ought to let you know--
breaking off the engagement,

so letting you know.

That's, that's very kind
of you, Doug.

DOUG:
Forget it.

Come on, Dolly girl,

let's find a spot where they got
the juice turned on

and do a little dancing
or something.

One thing, Mr. Mason.

You needn't worry any longer

as to what Doug will say
about Kamehameha Point.

(both laughing)

Well, how'd you like
the performance?

Just fine, Dougie-boy.

Now, keep on doing fine

if you don't want your "little
kanaka cutie” to get hurt.

(organ playing)

Anona, what are you doing home
this early?

Oh, I, I didn't feel well,
so I got them to let me off.

Should I call the doctor?

Doug and I are finished.

He told me tonight.

What was his reason?

Well, perhaps we can talk later.

In the meantime, something
the haole missionaries do

when they hurt--
hot tea with a drop of rum.

Now, stay here, just stay here.

(phone ringing)

Yes.

DOUG (over phone):
I've got to talk to you.

- Doug?
- Yes.

Can you meet me at the shack
in half an hour?

Meet you?

But tonight you said...

DOUG:
I'll explain about tonight.

GILBERT:
Why don't you come here?

DOUG:
It has to be the shack.

Something there I have
to show you about your land,

about Kamehameha Point.

Anona, you've got to come.

Oh, all right, Doug,
all right, I'll come.

Who was that?

Oh, it was just one of the girls
at the club.

She was asking how I was.

Drink this, and when I come back

I want you to be in bed
and asleep.

You're going out?

Mrs. Yoriko--
I promised to give her

my recipe for pineapple ribs.

You know, tomorrow is
the feast day,

and she wishes
to prepare them tonight.

I won't be long.

(door closes)

Doug?

What is it?

What happened?

Doug?

Are you hurt?

(gasps)

Oh!

No! No, no!

Excellent.

Chalk marks and photographs.

Now you can remove the body.

I'm sorry to have
kept you so long,

but I find your story
a little hard to believe.

What you say you
found here, Mr. Drake,

does not correspond with
what we have found.

I can't help that, Lieutenant.

It is your contention
that someone,

while you were informing
Mr. Logan of your discovery,

made off with
the spear and spear-g*n

you claim to have seen?

They could hardly have
disappeared by themselves.

Well, maybe the young lady,
uh...

-you claim to have encountered.
- No.

She hightailed it off in the
jeep that was parked outside.

Couldn't she have circled back,
knowing that you had to

climb up to Mr. Logan's house
to reach a telephone?

Yes, but I suggest you let her
tell you what she did.

Oh, I intend to, Mr. Drake,

provided she exists
and I can find her.

Kia, why this attitude
towards Mr. Drake?

I am not quite satisfied,
Mr. Logan, with his explanation

of what he was doing
on your beach tonight.

Well, I told you
he had my permission.

He's an ornithologist.

He's studying and
photographing sea birds.

Oh, yes, I forgot.

I imagine you're
particularly interested in

our Nestor Productus,
which feeds only at night.

That's right, Lieutenant.

Mr. Drake, the Nestor Productus
is an extinct parrot,

the last specimen of which
d*ed on Phillip Island

more than years ago!

That's all.

I'm free to go?

Until tomorrow, when I hope
you and Mr. Logan

will have hit upon a slightly
more plausible reason

to account for
your presence here.

Bird watching on a dark beach...

finding a corpse harpooned with
a spear-g*n that disappears...

a spear-g*n perhaps fired by

a mysterious young lady
who also disappears...

It's no wonder the Lieutenant

was a little dubious
about you, Paul.

So dubious I'll probably
end up in the bridal suite

of the Honolulu hoosegow.

I don't believe
it'll come to that.

Look what I held out on him.

What you and I are actually
doing with Mr. Logan;

the r*fle sh*t that was
fired at Kelland;

and the real reason
I was there.

He'll nail me.

No, he won't, Paul.

As a private detective,
you're justified

in preserving the confidence
of a client,

-in this case me.
- You tell him.

I intend to.

(telephone ringing)

Hello.

Yes. Yes, he's here.

I'll tell him.

I'll be happy to cooperate
in any way I can.

Yes, tonight, if you like.

Good-bye.

Lieutenant Kia?

No, Jarvis Logan.

He says to tell you he's sorry

that keeping the hotel project
secret has caused you trouble.

That's very nice of him.

Paul, the young lady
you encountered:

was she of Hawaiian descent,
slender, pretty, about ?

Anona Gilbert?

Mr. Logan would like me
to act as her attorney,

in the event she needs one,

and it might be well to talk
to her before the police do.

Oh, no.

What is it, Paul?

Something else I held out
on the police.

The girl dropped this
when she ran into me,

and I clean forgot I had it.

A feather?

Probably from that
extinct parrot

Lieutenant Kia
was talking about.

Hello? Anybody home?

Yes?

I'm sorry if we're intruding,
but the front door was open.

What is it, please?

My name is Mason.

I'm an attorney.

It's quite important that I
speak to your daughter, Anona.

Anona is my niece,

and you cannot speak to her.

Why not?

I can tell you why not,
Mr. Mason.

MASON:
Lieutenant Kia.

Yes.

More bird watching, Mr. Drake?

No, not exactly.

Unfortunately for
both of us, Mr. Mason,

a search of the house has
revealed that Miss Gilbert

has vanished a second time.

Tomorrow, at : , I'll expect
you both at police headquarters.

And you, too, Mr. Drake.

And also you, Mr. Mason,
if you wish to come.

Good evening.

Mr. Mason, a few minutes ago
Mr. Logan called,

and said that you had
agreed to help Anona.

Do you know where she is?

No.

But we are prepared to testify
that she never left the house

from the time Jon brought her
home from the Club

-until a few minutes ago.
- MASON: I sincerely hope

neither of you is called upon
to testify to anything,

but if you are, and if
I do represent Anona,

I will expect you to
tell the truth,

no matter how
damaging it may seem.

♪♪

WOMAN:
Coming. Coming, whoever you are.

Well, uh,
what Prince Charming dares

to ring my doorbell
at this witching hour?

My name's Mason, Miss Jameson.
You don't know me...

Ah, but I do!

You're the handsome gentleman

who was with Miss Hawaii
tonight.

Come in, come in.

Thank you.

What is it, Mr. Mason--
social, or, uh, business?

Well, business, I'm afraid.

Oh, I'm crushed,
but you will join me in a drink?

No, thanks.

All right,
then I'll join myself.

Everything from Aquavit
to Zanzibar rum,

all of which I adore.

The business, I suppose,
concerns Douglas Kelland.

What makes you say that?

It figures,
his being dead and all.

How did you know
he was dead, Miss Jameson?

(laughs)

Mr. Mason, even in this remote
tropical paradise,

they have news broadcasts.

I suppose you think
I should be wearing black

and weeping
into a lace handkerchief.

I'd hardly expect weeping

over someone with whom you'd had
just a few casual drinks.

A few casual drinks?

Mr. Mason, when Dougie-boy
was living in California,

running that surfboard school,
I was married to him.

Married?

Two worst years of my life.

At the night club, Miss Jameson,

he called you his lady friend.

That was his idea.

You see, nobody around here
knows about us.

The rest of it was my idea.

His breaking off the engagement?

That's right.

You see, I first heard about it
this morning when I flew in.

Oh, I suppose it makes me sound

like some kind of an angel
with a harp, but you see,

I didn't want that nice kid
to have to go through...

well, what I had gone through.

Sounds phony, doesn't it?

But it's true.

The tramp with a heart of gold.

How did you persuade Kelland
to accept your point of view?

Oh, that was a cinch.

You see, after the split
and the interlocutory,

I was supposed
to pick up the final decree.

And you didn't?

No. It was a matter
of a few items,

such as cash and a station wagon

settled on
in our pre-divorce agreement...

(laughs)

...that Dougie-boy
never came through with.

DOLLY (laughs): I wish
you could have seen his face

when I told him
that we were still married.

I can imagine it came
as something of a shock.

Where'd you get that?

Oh, there.
It's just a feather.

Hmm. Off this crazy outfit,
I suppose.

Uh, well, uh, is there
anything else you want to know?

I don't believe so.

Then, uh, what do you say
we call it a night?

I've got a big day tomorrow.

Thank you very much.

Why didn't you tell me

somebody like that
would be nosing around?

I didn't know. I'll...

I'll get you
a plane reservation tomorrow.

Never mind, Professor.

As long as all of this is
for free,

I think
I'll stick around a while,

and see how the action goes.

(birds singing)

(knocking)

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning.

Well, how did the session
with Lieutenant Kia go?

Well, not as stormy
as we expected.

For one thing,
the autopsy showed

that Kelland had been k*lled
with a spear g*n,

thus confirming at least a part
of Paul's story.

Uh, what happened to your bird,
Mr. Logan?

Yes, somebody carelessly left
the cage open last night.

- That's too bad.
- Well, he'll be back.

He's gotten free many times,
and he's always returned.

Would you like some coffee?

Yes, I think we both would.

Good. Come in, please.

Choy?

Yes?

Well, what happened to
the coffee I asked you to make?

I'll bring it now, Mr. Logan.

Now, Mr. Mason,
what about our business?

Did you have
to tell Lieutenant Kia?

There's no way out
of doing that,

but he's agreed
to keep it confidential,

unless, of course, it proves

to have something to do
with Kelland's death.

Oh, well, that's not possible.

What did he say about Anona?

Only that he's looking for her.

Has he been here?

Yes. At the cr*ck
of dawn this morning,

even before Choy was up.

But on quite a different errand.

Seems someone took a r*fle sh*t
at Kelland

at Kamehameha Point yesterday.

We heard about that.

LOGAN: What Kia wanted was
to examine one of the r*fles

-in the rack there.
-(tea cup shattering)

CHOY:
I am sorry to be so clumsy.

(laughs)
Well...

That's all right, Choy.

Fortunately...
it's as clean as a whistle,

or I'd probably have joined you
at headquarters.

(chuckles)

Anona's the real problem,
however.

What are we going
to do about her?

Why don't we ask her?

Oh, ask her?

I don't believe
I quite understand.

MASON: Isn't she here
with you, Mr. Logan?

You're the one person,
other than her aunt,

to whom she could turn.

You know, you're actually
doing her a disservice,

keeping her in hiding.

Anona?

I guess you better come in.

Before anything else,
Mr. Mason,

I must tell you
that I did not k*ll Doug.

Please believe that.

I do.

Very well. I place myself
in your hands.

I'll have to take you
to police headquarters, Anona,

but first, I want you to tell me
everything you did last night.

Is there time for that?

Plenty of time, Miss Gilbert.

For once, we're a jump ahead
of the police,

instead of a jump behind.

CHOY:
Mr. Logan?

Mr. Logan?

He has come back--
Lieutenant Kia.

(knocking)

Come in, Mr. Roberts.

Well, how does your client feel
about the State's offer?

Well, Mr. Mason
had better tell you.

He discussed it with her.

Mr. Mason?

You've decided then
to help defend Miss Gilbert?

Yes, at Mr. Robert's request

and through the courtesy
of your Bar Association.

I see.

And this means
you intend to fight?

It does, Mr. Alvarez.

There will be no plea of guilty

to a lesser charge
of manslaughter.

Very well, Mr. Mason.

First degree m*rder it is.

And, uh, when the trial is over,
I have a feeling

I shall be glad not
to be in your shoes.

Now you've heard
the doctor testify

that death must have occurred
within seconds

after Douglas Kelland received
his fatal wound.

You've also heard him say

that that wound
could only have been caused

by a w*apon such as
this spear g*n I have here.

Now I'll ask you
again, Mr. Drake,

have you ever seen it before?

Well, it looks like
the spear g*n I saw,

but I can't positively
identify it.

But the young lady
you encountered that night--

you can positively identify her,
can you not?

DRAKE:
Yes.

Will you please do so now
for the benefit of the court?

The defendant, Anona Gilbert.

That's all.

Mr. Drake, immediately after
this encounter

with Miss Gilbert,
what did you do?

Well, I noticed Mr. Kelland's
body and went over to it.

You did nothing before that?

Before that? Oh, yes,
the feather she dropped.

I picked it up.

By feather,
witness means a bird feather?

Yes, Your Honor.

MASON:
What did you do with it?

I tried to give it to Lieutenant
Kia the next morning.

MASON:
Tried to give it to him?

He wouldn't take it.

We'd had some jokes the night
before about birds

and bird-watching,
and I guess he thought

-this was another one.
- What did he say?

"Horsefeathers."”

(jury laughs)

Is this the speargun and spear
you've just told us you found

concealed in the sand
some yards

from Douglas Kelland's hut?

Yes, sir. That's my identifying
mark on it there.

Were you able to trace
its ownership, Lieutenant?

Yes. It was purchased
several months ago

by a Hawaiian boy
named Jon Kakai.

Were you able to determine
anything else about it?

Lab tests on the spear revealed
traces of human blood.

Type O, the same
as that of the deceased.

And further?

We found a number
of latent fingerprints,

some left by Jon Kakai.

And the others?

They were left by the defendant,
Anona Gilbert.

Your Honor, at this point the
State would like to introduce

spear and speargun
into evidence.

If the court please,
defense strenuously objects

to such a procedure.

Prosecution has in no way,
shape or form established

the speargun
as the m*rder w*apon

nor placed it at the scene
of the crime.

As evidence, it is immaterial
and irrelevant.

If the court will permit
Lieutenant Kia

to step down for a moment,

I believe I can answer
Mr. Mason's objection.

Very well.
Witness may step down.

After I took her home from the
club, I drove down to the beach.

I felt sad for her
and I wanted to think.

About half an hour later,
she came past me in her jeep

going toward
Doug Kelland's shack.

You followed her?

No, but when she came
racing back

four or five minutes later,
I then went to the shack.

When I saw what had happened, I
took the spear from Doug's back

and hid it
and the speargun in the sand.

And the next day?

Mr. Mason said to Auntie Hilo
and me

that we must not hide the truth,

so I went to Lieutenant
Kia and told him what I'd done.

Any objection now, Mr.
Mason, to spear and speargun

being introduced into evidence?

No, Mr. Alvarez.

Lieutenant, I believe you stated
in your testimony

that when you first examined
Kelland's body,

his swim trunks were wet.

That's right,
and so was his hair.

Saltwater, our tests disclosed.

Indicating to you
that he'd just returned

from a swim in the ocean?

- From a scuba dive, Mr. Mason.
- Scuba dive?

Outside the shack we found
his scuba equipment, still wet.

Scuba diving at night,
Lieutenant,

isn't that quite unusual?

I don't know, Mr. Mason.
I'm not a scuba diver.

Couldn't you have picked

a little pleasanter place
for lunch?

I wanted one more look.
Something doesn't add up here.

Anona's fingerprints on
that speargun sure add up

as far as
the prosecution's concerned.

Well, we can explain them
if we have to.

Several of her surfing friends
will testify that she used

the speargun on
the previous day.

Speaking of explanations,

have you found one for Kelland
going scuba diving at night?

No, and that's what
doesn't add up.

Let's see that feather
that Anona dropped.

She said it was,
it was lying here

by Kelland's outstretched hand.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Realizing he was dying,

he was trying to point

to the feather
as a lead to his k*ller?

Logan and that bird he always
carries around with him.

Paul, while I'm in court
this afternoon,

I want you to see
if that bird is back.

If it is, check this feather
against its feathers.

Probably mean losing
a finger, but okay.

If the feathers don't match,

your next job is to ingratiate
yourself with Dolly Jameson.

That I'll enjoy.
But why?

She has a feathered housecoat.

Sure I remember what he said.

I wasn't that scrambled.

Uh, he said he thought marriage
was for the birds,

and then he said he wanted
to break off his engagement,

and then she said,
"Well, it was very kind of you

to let me know,”
or something like that,

and, uh, then he said,
"Forget it," and then we left.

Only to part, as you've told us,
a few minutes later?

Listen, after two years
with Dougie-boy,

even a few minutes was too much.

Mr. Mason.

Mrs. Kelland...
the night of the m*rder

you told me you remained
in your bungalow

after your husband left you.

Now, that wasn't
the truth, was it?

Okay, so... so I went out
to get some air.

But I didn't drive
all the way down to the beach,

if that's what you mean.

In California, Mrs. Kelland,

while you were living
with your husband,

you were employed, were you not?

Yes. I-l worked at Oceanland,
underwater with the dolphins.

Using scuba equipment?

Well, I don't look
like a fish, do I?

Sure I used scuba gear.

MASON:
Thank you.

You admit, then,
you lied to Lieutenant Kia,

telling him Anona
had just left the house?

Yes, I lied.

And now, as an admitted liar,

you expect the court to believe
that Douglas Kelland,

less than an hour
after that scene at the club,

called Anona and asked her
to come to his shack?

He said he had something
important to show her.

Oh, yes, I'm sure he did.

Perhaps that feather
Mr. Mason's been talking about.

She came to the door, sobbing
and asking for Mr. Logan,

but he wasn't there,
having gone with Mr. Drake.

- And what did you do?
-I took her to Professor Heller.

She was terribly unstrung,
almost hysterical,

so ll... gave her a sedative

and had her lie down
to wait for Mr. Logan.

Professor, did you notice
anything unusual about her

other than
her extreme agitation?

Only that there was blood
on her dress.

Yes, perhaps I was wrong.

But in view of our relationship,
I felt... duty-bound

to give her shelter.

Especially since I knew that
eventually I could convince her

to go to the police.

Thank you, Mr. Logan.

Mr. Mason.

You had an excellent reason
to wish Douglas Kelland dead,

did you not, Mr. Logan?

What makes you say that?

Well, wouldn't his marriage
to Anona Gilbert

mean losing control
of Kamehameha Point?

LOGAN:
Why should I care about that?

- The land's worthless.
- Is it?

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

I'm talking about
your carefully guarded plan

to lease your beach
for the construction

and operation
of a large resort hotel.

A plan dependent upon
Kamehameha Point being included.

Now, you desperately need
that lease, don't you?

To pay off overdue mortgages
on your land

amounting to nearly
half a million dollars.

Half a million dollars--

isn't that reason enough
to wish Douglas Kelland dead?

Perhaps.

But you're overlooking
one thing, Mr. Mason.

Why should I k*ll Kelland
to prevent a marriage

that had already been prevented
by Mrs. Kelland?

But you didn't know that.

Oh, but I did.

You see, I was the one
who sent for her,

paid her fare here
from the mainland.

Well, I'd about
given you up, Paul.

Well, the fair Dolly Kelland,
nee Jameson,

likes to have cocktails
while being interviewed,

but mission accomplished.

Feather from her housecoat,
only it doesn't match.

And your having gone to see her,
I assume,

means that the Logan bird
is still missing?

Yes, but I found out
the species.

And I thought that before court
convened in the morning,

we could find a similar bird,
and compare feathers with it.

(bird squawks)

It's the same species
and almost the same age

as Mr. Logan's bird.

Sulphur-crested cockatoo,
it's called.

A native of Australia.

Do you wish to purchase
the bird, Mr. Mason?

I don't know. Uh, Paul,
let's have that feather.

How about it?

No resemblance at all.

Well, I guess that lets
Mr. Logan off the hook.

Could I examine the feather,
please?

Where did you find this?

Why do you ask?

It's the feather of an iiwi,
Mr. Mason.

An iiwi?

The sacred scarlet bird
of the Hawaiian kings.

No specimen of which
has been seen

in more than years.

I'd like to show you something,
Professor.

Can you tell us what this is?

It, uh, appears to be a...

a feather of some sort.

Examine it more closely, please.

- Now do you recognize it?
- No.

Do you mean to tell us,
Professor,

that as a renowned expert
on ancient Polynesia,

you cannot identify
this feather?

I'm afraid not.

Well, then...

perhaps there is someone
present here in the courtroom

who can.

Yes, I recognize it.

The feather of an iiwi bird.

How were iiwi feathers

used in the old days,
Auntie Hilo?

From them, and from the yellow
feathers of the mamo

and the crimson feathers
of the apapani,

the women wove the shining
feather cloaks

the ancient warrior kings wore

when they were entombed.

Could that feather
have come from such a cloak

in such a warrior king's tomb?

AUNTIE HILO:
It did come from such a tomb.

Mr. Mason,

I swore an oath to my mother,

and she to hers,

never to reveal the secret place

to anyone

not of the royal bloodline.

And was it because of Douglas
Kelland's phone call to Anona,

because you believed he'd found
the secret place

that you left your house
that night?

And did you intend
to k*ll him?

I intended, perhaps,
something like that,

but I couldn't
go through with it.

After a few moments,
I returned to the house.

Mr. Mason,

I am now prepared
to break my oath...

if it will help Anona.

Curious place to hold court,
Mr. Mason.

And the young man's protracted
stay underwater makes me wonder

if I exercised good judgment
in allowing this.

He's been gone less than
minutes, Your Honor.

The opening was deeper
than Auntie Hilo said.

But you were able to enter?

I swam to where steps had been
carved in the rock.

I climbed to a great cavern.

I saw a w*r canoe
and gods carved in wood

and polished rolling stones,

and then, lying on a flat rock
at the far end,

the king in his feather cloak.

I took only one photograph.

When the bulb flashed,

the cloak became a flame
of crimson and gold fire.

I ran.

Here is the photograph taken
in the cavern by Jon Kakai.

Now, what would you say

the feather cloak shown here
is worth, Professor?

All that I could tell you,
Mr. Mason,

is that it is
virtually priceless.

Your desire to possess
the cloak, then,

is the reason you lied when
you said you couldn't identify

the iiwi feather taken from it?

But actually,
I couldn't identify it.

It was a similar feather the
professor took from an envelope

when Mr. Kelland came to accuse
him of f*ring the r*fle at him.

He knew then what it was.

MASON:
Choy, who was it

that actually fired
the sh*t at Kelland?

You know, don't you?

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
been so agitated that morning

when you learned Lieutenant Kia
had examined the r*fle.

Was it you who fired the sh*t?

No, it was...

Mr. Logan.

Yes, I fired that sh*t.

Partly to frighten him
and partly because I knew

it would bring him
running to the professor,

who would thereupon
scotch the proposed marriage.

You knew, then, that Kelland
had reported his find

to Professor Heller?

Yes.

Why didn't you report that
to Anona Gilbert?

Was it because you were to share

in the proceeds
of the cloak's sale?

Yes.

But how could either of you

expect to share in something
found on her property?

We planned to move
the contents of the tomb

to another cave...
on my property.

And it was to prevent Anona

from learning of the find from
Kelland that you k*lled him?

No, I had no idea
he was going to tell her,

nor would I have
really cared if he had.

It wouldn't have affected
the leasing of my land,

which was the really
important thing to me.

Unlike the professor,

to whom the feather cloak
was all important.

No, Mr. Mason.

I didn't k*ll Douglas Kelland.

The very importance

of the feathered cloak to me
precluded that.

You see, even though
he brought me the iiwi feather

and I'd paid him the money,

he never told me the actual
location of the cloak.

I had every reason to wish him
alive, until I knew that.

Mrs. Kelland, I have here
the operator slips

on two telephone calls made
from your bungalow approximately

one half hour before
Douglas Kelland was k*lled.

The first was to Anona Gilbert.

That call was made by Kelland,
was it not, before he left?

I don't remember.

I think you do.

Because it was the call he made
to tell her he had something

of vital importance to show her
at his shack on the beach.

Now, you overheard that,
didn't you?

So, when he left, you promptly
made the second call to report

what was said, even though
you didn't know its true import.

Now, whom did you telephone,
Mrs. Kelland?

To whom did you tell
what you'd overheard?

Was it Professor Heller?

Was it?

The discovery of a royal tomb
would mean Kamehameha Point

being taken over by the state
as a memorial park.

I couldn't have that,

because without the Point,
I couldn't lease my land.

So ...

I had to silence him,

before he ruined everything.

(guitar playing Hawaiian music)

May I, uh, correct something
I said to you

before the trial started,
Mr. Mason?

I would be most happy
to be in your shoes now,

even though
you aren't wearing any.

Thank you, Mr. Alvarez.

May I ask you something
that's been puzzling me?

How is it that you,
a criminal lawyer, came here

to check the legal records
for the Pan-Pacific Hotels?

Logan's idea.

He was afraid the arrival
of company attorneys

to confer with him
would tip off the fact

he was trying to lease his land.

And give the people to whom
he owed money a tip-off

as to what bad financial shape
he was in.

Mr. Alvarez,
will the State of Hawaii

really take over the Point,
as Logan feared?

Yes, but Anona will be
adequately recompensed,

as I've told her.

Mr. Drake.

And Mr. Mason.

That's the Hawaiian way of
showing gratitude and affection.

And I set one aside for Doug,
too, as thanks for what he was

intending to do for me
before he was k*lled.

I suggest you find
one more, Anona,

for someone who also did
all he could for you.

(theme song playing)