01x33 - The Case of the Long-Legged Models

[bunniefuu]

[BOTH GASPING]

DEALER: And it's a winner.
Winner on nine.

He's alive.

GAMBLER: Let's go.
Come on out.

DEALER:
Now they're coming out.

Yeah, they're coming out
for a point now.

Get your bets down.

There you are.

Craps. You lose.

Sorry, Mr. Falkner.

Here are your dice.
sh**t again, Mr. Falkner.

I wanna bet a dollar
he doesn't make it.

Just put it on
the "don't pass" line, lady.

Eight!

Eight's a point.
Once eight.

Now, play the hard way.
The common field.

$200 on the hard 8,

limit on 4, 5, 6, and 10.

Seven. You lose.
Sorry, Mr. Falkner.

WOMAN: Hey, I won.
How about my $2?

There it is, lady,
right in front of you.

Glad I brought you luck.

Wish it could be more,
Joe, but that taps me out.

Next good sh**t.

All right, they're coming
out of the dice now.

Put your bets down.

"Dearest Stephanie,

"Well, the old man
did it again.

"And after all
the promises I've made,

"there's really no excuse
except that I felt lucky.

"Maybe I was,

"considering how much more
I could have lost.

"To make a...
long story...short...

"Stephanie...
I went for...$10,000."

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hello, Castle.

What brings you here?

I saw you lose
pretty good tonight.

That's the way
the dice roll.

I'm glad you're
such a philosopher.

You owe me $8,000.

I got your promissory note.

Next time I make a strike,
I'll pick it up.

That's not good enough.

That note is
payable on demand.

I'm demanding it right now.

You said you'd give me
till the 15th of April.

Doesn't say so here.

You're not kidding me, Castle.
I know what you're up to.

You never wanted me
to make good on this.

Do you think I don't
know the score?

The Marty Davis crowd
wants this land
to put up a new casino.

So?

So, you told them
you could deliver it,

and by the 12th of April.

As long as you know so much,
you might as well know
the whole story.

I put up $50,000
as a guarantee.

Too bad. You're gonna
lose your money.

You're wrong, Falkner.

I'm not gonna lose
one penny.

And I'm not selling.

I'm keeping this property
for my daughter, Stephanie.

You're a tough man
to deal with, Falkner.

Wouldn't be surprised if
Stephanie was a lot easier.

Oh, don't be foolish, Castle!
That's no way to...

You'll notice
it's payable on demand,

but there's no reason
to be nervous.

That motel property of yours
is worth $500 a front foot.

I can get you $600,

but we'll have to act
within the next 24 hours.

I appreciate your help,
Mr. Castle,

but I'd rather not sell.

Now, wait a minute.

Your father owed me $8,000.

You're not gonna renege.

You'll get your money.

This could be the
opportunity of a lifetime!

These people will only
wait till the 12th.

Today's the 10th.

I understand.

I'll discuss it
with a friend.

Who? Mike Garvin?

Well, whoever it is,

if he's any kind
of a businessman,

he'll tell you to
accept my proposition.

I'm staying at
the Lodestar Apartments.

Let me know
what you decide.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

Yeah?
Hello, Castle.

Well, if it isn't
Mr. Michael Garvin Jr.

Darned if it isn't.

Come on in.

Well, how's
the used-car business?

I didn't come here
to talk cars.

No?

Well, what's
on your mind?

A girl

named Stephanie Falkner.

Hey, Junior,
I'm surprised at you.

You a married man?

What are you
talking about?

Well, aren't you?

You and a long-legged model
from Vegas got married
a couple of days ago.

Used to go by the name
of Margo Winters.

Since when is that
your business?

Since Stephanie Falkner
became yours.

Just because you were
once engaged to a girl

doesn't give you a license
to butt into my affairs.

Why don't you lay
off her, Castle?

She's had a bad break.

Her father's been m*rder*d.

Look, Junior,
why don't you butt out?

If your old man knew
you were here,
he might get good and sore.

What kind of
a cr*ck is that?

I hear tell
he's kind of nuts
about Stephanie himself.

I guess it runs
in the family, huh?

Why you...

What's the matter?

Can't you take it
down there?

Look, why don't you be
a good boy and go on home
to your bride?

Hello, Evie.

What are you doing here?

Well, it's a long,
long story.

Why don't I make myself
comfortable while I tell it?

Sit down.

It's about time you and I
had one of those little
heart-to-heart talks.

You let me down
something awful, Evie.

And I get you one
of those nice, cushy jobs.

First chance you get,
what do you do?

You double-cross me.

What are you
talking about?

I had a visitor
a while back.

A fellow by the name
of Michael Garvin Jr.

Your boss' son.
Mean anything to you?

No.

Well, I figured you must have
put a bug in Junior's ear

about my playing the heavy
with Stephanie Falkner.

You know, if I wanted
any publicity,

I would have hired myself
a press agent.

Well, he didn't find out
anything from me.

Now, look, sugarplum,

just in case
you've forgotten,

there's a sheriff in Kansas

who's looking for a redhead
who answers your description.

Seems this redhead forged
a couple of checks.

I was in trouble.
I needed money.

Who wasn't,
one time or another?

I'm trying to fix up my life.
You know I'm trying.

And I'm all for you

as soon as
this deal is over.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Answer it.

Michael Garvin Investments.

I'd like to speak
to Mr. Garvin, please.

I'm sorry, Mr. Garvin's
out of town.

But, Eva, this is
Stephanie Falkner.

I must speak to Mr. Garvin.

No, I have no idea
when he'll be back.

Yes. Yes,
I'll tell him you called.

Well, I gotta be
running along.

Remember, honeybunch,
keep your nose clean.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Yes?

EVA: Miss Falkner?
Yes

I couldn't talk to you before,
but I did hear
from Mr. Garvin.

He's in Las Vegas.

He's flying back
to Los Angeles late tonight.

He said he'd meet you
tomorrow morning at 11:00

in Perry Mason's office.
That's his attorney.

Perry Mason's office?
Are you sure?

Absolutely.

He's already set up
an appointment.

All right.

Thank you very much.

You're quite welcome.

You held out on me, Evie.

I don't like that.

Something tells me
I'm gonna have to call
that sheriff in Kansas.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

That's when I decided
to get in touch
with Mr. Garvin.

I'm glad you did,
Stephanie.

How much did Castle
offer for the land?

$600 a foot.

That's about half
what it's worth, Perry.

Who is this
George Castle, Mike?

I think he k*lled
Stephanie's father.

How do you know?

I just got back
from Vegas.

I traced your father's
movements the night
he was k*lled.

He'd been gambling
heavily, going
from place to place,

and in every place,
George Castle was somewhere
in the background.

That doesn't prove a thing.

Maybe not,

but I intend to find out
from him myself
if I have to.

Do you have
a license for that?

Certainly. I'm a deputy.
I have three revolvers.

Where do you keep them?

Various places.
My son, Junior, has one.

There's one in
my office safe,

and I always carry one,
ready for action.

I think you're
being childish, Mike.

As your attorney,

I suggest you turn your
information and theories

over to the authorities
in Las Vegas.

Stephanie...
I'm sorry.

I guess I haven't gotten over
my father's death yet.

Gambling was like
a disease to him, but...

he never let me down.

He never let me down.

[DOOR CLOSES]

What do you think, Della?

I think Mr. Garvin's
in love with that girl.

I'm flattered,
really flattered.

When Miss Falkner told me
she'd take it up
with a friend,

I didn't expect
it would be Perry Mason.

Naturally, my offer
to her might have been
a little low,

but you understand
a man likes to make
the best deal he can.

I understand.

All right, let's get
down to brass tacks.

What do you want for
Miss Falkner's motel?

$225,000.

You're joking.

Don't misunderstand me.

I just want an expression
of that amount from you

so I can present it
to Miss Falkner.

I can't guarantee
she'll accept it.

Now look, Mason,
let's be reasonable.

That figures out to
$1,500 a front foot.

What's the going rate?

$1,000.

That what you offer?

All right,
I'll offer $1,000.

Would you make it $1,200?

No.

You won't go $1,200?

Okay, Mason,

on the condition you
present it to your client,

I'll go $1,200,
but that's it!

It's too bad, because
$1,200 is not acceptable.

I wouldn't even
discuss it with her.

I'll go my limit...

$1,300.

Take it or leave it!

Let's see. I want $1,500,
you offer $1,300...

Would you, uh,

would you split
the difference?

All right, Mason.
That's the tops.

I can't go any higher.

You can walk
right out of here,
and I won't stop you!

I'll give you $1,400.

Well, I'll present
your offer to my client...

I'm going to recommend
not selling,

not at that price.

$1,500 is out of
the question!

Perhaps it's
just as well.

You know, I've got
a hunch that, uh,

you stuck your neck out
on this deal.

How much do you
stand to lose

if you can't deliver
that property?

You're smart, Mason.
Real smart.

How well did you know
Glenn Falkner?

[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Maybe you're not so smart.

Wait a minute.

Hello? Oh?

No.

When?

All right.

In 10 minutes.
I'll be right here.

All right, Mason,

I'll pay your $1,500.

Where do we go
from here?

I'm going to
get a bad taste
out of my mouth.

Be in my office
in the morning.

[BELL DINGS]

Paul Drake, please.

This is Perry Mason.

Hello, Paul?
I have a job for you.

George Castle.
Go ahead, Perry.

I want a complete background.

He operates out of Las Vegas.

You'll have to go up there.

Operates?

All I know is...
Hold it, Paul.

Sorry, Paul.
Now, where was I?

Oh, yes. Castle's
business is a mystery,

his ethics questionable,
his source of income...

Well, you see
what you can dig up.

Sounds perfectly charming.

About a week ago in Vegas,

a man by the name of
Glenn Falkner was m*rder*d.

Yeah, I remember.
There might be a connection.

All right, I'll check. Oh...

How far can I go
on expenses?

Oh, the limit.

When you turn in
your vouchers,
I'll buy everything,

except casino chips.

Okay, Perry.
I'll get right on it.

Las Palmas...Las Tunas...

Las Vegas.

Give you a lift,
Miss Falkner?

Well...

I thought I
recognized you, Mason.

Well, Lieutenant...

What are you doing
in this neighborhood?

Oh, we work around
the clock sometimes.
You know that.

And it's inconsiderate of me
holding up a public servant

in the performance
of his duty.

No, no. Not at all.

You, uh, going somewhere?

Been somewhere. Just taking
the young lady home,

if you have no objections.

OFFICER: Say, Lieutenant...

Sergeant Gordon would like
to see you upstairs.

Okay.

Well, it's been, uh,
nice meeting you, Miss, uh...

Well, it's, uh,
still been nice.

George Castle is dead...

How did you know that?

That gentleman with
the deceptive smile
was Lieutenant Tragg.

The only thing that keeps him
working around the clock

is a homicide.

Want to tell me about it?

No.

No, I--I have to go home.

Please, take me home.

Yes, ma'am, what
can we do for you?

Is Mr. Garvin around?

He's very busy.

If you're interested
in a trade...

Oh, no, thank you.
I'm-- I'm perfectly happy
with Mr. Garvin.

I'm Mrs. Garvin.

Oh!

Oh, he isn't in the office,
Mrs. Garvin. He's out back.

Thank you.

So this is what
you call hard work?

Margo!

What are you doing here?

Well, is that any way
to greet a wife?

Well, this...
This is the first time
I've been here.

Mr. Garvin! What will
your employees think?

You must have been
pretty upset when you
left home this morning.

Hey, where did
you get this?

You left it
on the dresser...

How many times do I have
to tell you not to touch it?

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too, honey.

I was afraid
you might get hurt.

You don't know how easily
these things go off.

Come on. I'll walk you
back to your car.

Hello?

Perry, I, uh,
I want you to take on

Stephanie Falkner
as your client.

As of right now?

Yes. There's a possibility

she k*lled George Castle
in self-defense.

I want you to protect her.

Well, there might be
a conflict of interest.

That's all right.
Your first obligation
is to Stephanie,

regardless of
where the chips fall.

All right,
I'll do what I can.

Now, you've got to tell me
the truth, Stephanie.

When I was at George Castle's
apartment last night,

he received a telephone call.

Was it you?

No.

Then it was
just coincidence,

your getting there
after I left?

Yes.

Were you carrying a g*n?

Let me see it.

Have you ever used that g*n?

Oh, no!

It's been fired.

One sh*t's been fired.

Where did you get this?

Michael, uh...
Mr. Garvin gave it to me.

When?

Yesterday, just after
we left your office.

He said Castle was dangerous.

He wanted me
to keep it for protection.

Why did you go to see
Castle in the first place?

I had some childish notion
that if I could talk to him,

I could find out
if he was responsible

for my father's m*rder.

When you got
to Castle's room?

He was dead.

And you didn't use
this g*n at all?

No.

Well, at the moment,
I wouldn't want it to fall
into the hands of the police.

All right?

I don't want you
to leave here,

I don't want you to talk
to anyone till I get back.

Do you understand?

We'll send someone over
to see the whole batch.

How are you, Counselor?
Good.

I haven't seen you
for quite a while.

Did you hear about...
About your marriage?

I did,
and congratulations.

Thanks. Well, what
can I do for you?

I don't know about me,

but I think you can
help your dad and
Stephanie Falkner.

I don't get you.

Where do you keep your g*n?

[OPENS DRAWER]

That's a mighty
nice g*n, Junior...

Just like your dad's.

That's right.

He knew I always carry
a lot of cash,

so he gave me that one
after I got a license.

That was...

Hey, look out.

It's all right.
There's no one out there.

That was stupid of me.

I guess I shouldn't be
handling these things.

You always know quite a lot
about them in court.

I'm sorry, Junior.

Well, I owe you a new desk.

Okay, I'll bite.

If it were anybody else
but Perry Mason
putting on this act,

it might be convincing.

Put that g*n in your pocket
and come with me.

Here we are.

Well, let's take mine.

I'm in a hurry, Mike.

All the more reason.
This one's a real b*mb.

I'm gonna try to sell it
to him, Bill.

Okay, Mike.
Good luck.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

I told you, Mr. Mason,
I don't like this.

I'm a married man!

That's all right.
I'll act as chaperon.

Stephanie, it's Perry Mason.

Congratulations
on your marriage, Junior.

Thanks, Stephanie.
I knew you'd understand.

She can understand
inside. Come on.

Give Stephanie
the g*n, Junior.

I don't know what Mason
has in mind, Stephanie.

Give her the g*n.

Now, there's no
secret about this.

If anyone asks you
where you got that g*n,

tell them Michael Garvin
gave it to you.

Oh.

Now, one b*llet
has been fired
from the g*n.

You have no idea
as to who fired it,

when, or where it was fired.

If anyone wants to know,
it will be necessary for them

to check with Michael Garvin.
Is that clear?

Perfectly.

Wait a minute.
You might get my old man
involved in this thing.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello? Yes.

Oh.

That Lieutenant Tragg
is downstairs.

Can we get out that way?

Better let him come up.

We'll find our way down
through the service entrance.

Come on, Junior.

Have him come up, please.

Who is it?
Lieutenant Tragg.

Breathing fire?

If he's a dragon,
he's a tired one.

Hello, Lieutenant.

I'm...
Sit down.

I'm sorry to interrupt
your lunch.

Oh!

I'm not as young
as I once was.

Who is?
Clock running down?

After this chore, I'm gonna
start bedding down

to about 12 solid hours
of shut-eye.

Chore?
You here on business?

No, it's more of a favor.

We just booked your client,
Stephanie Falkner, for m*rder.

It's a pretty solid case now.

Now, look, Tragg...

She was the girl
in your car last night
in front of the Lodestar.

That doesn't mean a thing.

You didn't let me finish.

We also found the m*rder g*n
in her apartment.

Where?

Lying right on the table
when we walked in.

That's impossible.
Has it been checked out
with ballistics?

It certainly has.

There's no doubt.
The b*llet that k*lled Castle
came from that g*n.

Uh...

Miss Falkner
wants to see you.

And I told her I'd try
to get a message to you.

I've, uh, kept my word.

MASON: It's all my fault.

I'm so clever,
I put a new thread
around Stephanie's neck.

I don't see why
you feel that way.

I took her the g*n, Della.

I literally
forced it on her.

Now, it turns out to be
the g*n that k*lled Castle.

But you got it
from Junior Garvin.

You think for two seconds
Burger is going to
believe that?

Now, try Junior again,
will you?

I'll be through here
in a couple of minutes, honey.

Just be patient.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello.

Uh, who's calling, please?

Just a moment.

It's Perry Mason's
office, again.

No, Mr. Garvin isn't
here right now.

No, I--I don't know
where I could reach him.

Yes. Yes, I'll tell him.

What do you want me
to tell Mr. Mason's office
the next time he calls?

I just don't want
to talk to him, that's all.

Well, you're going to
have to, eventually.

What if you're
subpoenaed for the trial?

BURGER: Lieutenant, it's been
established that at 8:27

a phone call from the manager
of the Lodestar Apartments

brought a prowl car
to the scene.

Now, at what time
did you personally get there?

About 8:30, give or take
a couple of minutes.

And did you see a young
woman in the vicinity?

Yes.
Can you identify her?

Yes. The defendant,
Stephanie Falkner.

I show you now this g*n,

which is marked
People's Exhibit "A",

and I ask if you've ever
seen this before.

TRAGG: Yes.

BURGER: This g*n
has been identified
as the m*rder w*apon

through ballistic tests.

Where did you
see it first?

I found it in the
defendant's apartment

on the morning
of April 12th.

Did the defendant
make any comment

with reference
to the g*n?

Well, she said that
a Mr. Michael Garvin
had given it to her.

Did she say
anything else about it?

Well, there was
a discharged shell
in the g*n,

but Miss Falkner claimed
to know nothing about it.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
Your witness.

Lieutenant Tragg,

did the defendant say
that she had received the g*n

from Michael Garvin Sr.
or Michael Garvin Jr.?

Well, just that
she'd received it
from Michael Garvin.

Did she say when
she had received it?

No, sir.

Then as far as
you personally know,

this w*apon could have been
turned over to the defendant

after the m*rder.

Could have been.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
That's all.

You may step down,
Lieutenant.

If it please the court,

we intend to connect up
this time element right now.

I call Eva Elliott
to the stand, please.

Miss Elliott, you're employed
as a private secretary

by Mr. Michael Garvin Sr.?
I am.

Were you so employed
on the 11th day of April,
of this year

the night that George Castle
was m*rder*d?

I was.

Did you work late that night?
Yes, sir.

What time did Mr. Garvin
get to the office that day?

It was about 5:30
in the afternoon.

He had spent a few days
in Las Vegas.

You worked until what time?

About 8:00.

And what did Mr. Garvin do?

I object, Your Honor.

The question...
The whole line of questioning

is immaterial, irrelevant
and incompetent.

I'm connecting up
the m*rder w*apon and
the time element, Your Honor.

On the strength of
Counsel's assurance,
I will permit the evidence,

subject to a subsequent
motion to strike it
if it is not connected.

You may answer the question,
Miss Elliott.

What happened at Mr. Garvin's
office about 8:00?

Well, I was stacking my work
for the next morning.

And what was
Mr. Garvin doing?

Well, he took off his jacket
and shoulder holster.

He was going to shave
and change clothes.

I see. Mr. Garvin
generally carried a g*n?

Yes, sir.

Was there a g*n
in his holster at that time?

It might have been
in his jacket pocket.

But it was definitely not
in the holster?

No, sir.

And he habitually carried
his g*n in the holster?

Yes, sir.

So, he must have either
left it someplace
or given it to someone.

I object, Your Honor.
I'm finished with the witness.

You may cross-examine.

No questions at this time.

Then I call
Mr. Michael Garvin Sr.

You may leave
the stand, please.

Mr. Garvin, on the 11th day
of April of this year,

did you give or lend
the defendant Stephanie
Falkner a w*apon?

I did.
I ask you now if this g*n,

which I place in your hand,

and which is marked
Exhibit "A" is the w*apon?

I don't know.

You can't identify
your own g*n?

I have three g*ns
so much alike

that the only way
I can tell them apart

is by the serial numbers.

I see.

Well, that brings us, then,

to the question
of the identities
of these g*ns of yours.

In order to avoid
confusion...

Let's try this.

Let's call the g*n
that you gave your son,
Michael Garvin Jr.,

the "junior g*n".

Let's call the one
that you keep
in your safe or vault

the "vault g*n".

And let's refer to the one
that you habitually
carry on your person

as the "holster g*n".

Is that clear?
Yes, sir.

Now, on the 11th day
of April

you gave the holster g*n
to Miss Falkner.

You then returned
to your office.

What did you do there?

Well, since I hadn't been
home for several days,

I showered,
changed clothes.

At that time,
you were minus a g*n
from your holster,

is that correct?

Why, yes, sir.

And did you replace it
with the g*n from your vault?

Uh, just a minute.

Do you have any objection
to this line of questioning,
Mr. Mason?

I have, Your Honor,
but we also are anxious

to make some sense
out of these g*ns.

We reserve our rights.

Proceed, Mr. Burger.

Mr. Garvin, did you place
the vault g*n
in your holster?

Yes, sir.

And did you then
go to the apartment

of Stephanie Falkner,
the defendant,
to take her to dinner?

Yes.

Did you take her to dinner?
No.

Why not?

Miss Falkner was upset.

Why was she upset?

She told me she had
gone to the Lodestar
to see George Castle.

Taking with her
the holster g*n
you'd given her?

I must object here,
Your Honor.

The question not only
calls for a conclusion
of the witness

as to the identity
of those g*ns,

it is also leading
and suggestive.

I'll withdraw the question.

Now, then, Mr. Garvin,

because Stephanie Falkner
was upset after seeing
George Castle,

you did not go to dinner,
is that correct?

MASON: Objection.

Leading, argumentative,
and calls for a conclusion.

Very well, Mr. Mason,
I'm finished
with this witness.

Cross-examine.

Mr. Garvin, why did you
give the defendant

what the district
attorney refers to
as the "holster g*n"?

Answer the question, please.

Because...

Because she had once
been engaged to
my son, Michael Jr.

I'd looked forward
to having her as
a member of the family,

and when it turned out that

my son married someone else
in such a hurry,

I suddenly realized...

I--I realized that
I wanted her to have
every protection.

Paul, did you
ever find out

where George Castle
got all his money?

No, that I'm not
too clear on.

I did find out
last night, however,

that he owns a 40% interest
in Julie's, under a
fictitious name, of course.

Julie's? What's that?

You can sure tell
you're a bachelor.

It's a swank
women's shop in Vegas.

The kind of a place where
they have long-legged models.

If you're a smart shopper,
you might be able to pick up

a little cotton frock
for about $200.

Well, then I suppose it's
still a cheap way for a man
to get rid of his wife

so she can't see how much
he's losing at the casino.

Uh, you know the place,
Mr. Garvin?

Your secretary, Eva Elliott,
used to model there.

I had no idea.

Your daughter-in-law
was employed there, too.

Margo?

It's funny you didn't
know that, Mr. Garvin.

Now, just a minute, young man.
What's that supposed to mean?

Now, relax, Mike.

You must admit,
it is peculiar.

Now, you wanted me
to protect Stephanie

even if there was
a conflict of interest.

Do those instructions
still go?
They do.

Even if it affects
you or your family?

All right, Mike,
I'll put you back
on the stand

and start clearing up
the little matter
of those g*ns.

Something I'm not
too clear on myself
right now.

If it please the court,
Michael Garvin Sr.
was on the stand

when the court took
its noon recess.

Now, I have one further
question I should like
to ask of him.

BURGER: If the court please,

Mr. Mason announced
this morning
that he'd completed

his cross-examination
of Mr. Garvin Sr.,

and since my next witness
is Mr. Garvin Jr.,

since he's here in court
and ready to be sworn,

I insist that I be allowed
to put him on the stand
at this time.

After that,
if Mr. Mason wishes
to recall Mr. Garvin Sr.,

I shall have no objection.

That is agreeable
to me, Your Honor.

Proceed with your case,
Mr. Burger.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Call Michael Garvin Jr.

BAILIFF: Michael Garvin Jr.
to the stand.

Mr. Garvin, I ask you now
to remember the morning
of April 12th of this year.

Did Perry Mason visit you
at your place of business?

He did.

He asked to see my g*n.

I took it out of my desk.

He clumsily fired
a sh*t into the desk.

What happened then?

He gave me back
a different g*n.

I object, Your Honor!

Improper groundwork
for that question.

It calls for a conclusion
the witness could not
possibly know is fact.

The g*n turned out to be
the m*rder w*apon!

You switched g*ns on me!

The witness will
come to order.

The witness will answer
the questions asked

and will refrain from
extraordinary pronouncements.

The defense objection
is sustained.

Very well, Your Honor,
I'll rephrase the question.

On that morning,
Mr. Mason handed you

what we have called here
the "junior g*n",
is that correct?

That's right.

I show you
a Smith & Wesson revolver,

marked Exhibit "B"

and I ask if
that is your g*n.

It is.

How do you know?

About five months ago,
I scratched my initials
on the bottom of the handle.

Here, if you look closely,
you can see them.

You're sure that
this is the g*n

that you handed Mr. Mason
in your office that morning?

Yes.

Now, he fired this g*n,

thereby causing
a certain amount
of confusion?

Yes, sir.

And after that,
he handed you back a g*n?

Yes.

What did you do
with that particular g*n?

I took it to the apartment
of Stephanie Falkner.

And what did you
do with it there?

Nothing.

I just stood there
while Mr. Mason recited

some double talk about
Stephanie being in danger,

and that I was bringing her
a g*n that she could use
for defense.

I see.

By doing all this,
Mr. Mason

apparently meant
to explain the presence
of a discharged shell

in the cylinder of your g*n,

and at the same time
make it appear

that the m*rder w*apon,
Exhibit "A", had been
in your possession

during the time that
the m*rder was committed,
is that right?

Objected to
as argumentative.

The objection is well-taken.

Mr. Burger,

you're bordering
on misconduct.

Please ask questions

which are within the scope
of the issues, and are proper.

Very well, Your Honor.

Cross-examine.

Now, Michael Garvin Jr.,

you stated that
the g*n which we're
calling the "junior g*n"

was not out of
your possession

up to the time
you gave it to me?

That's right.

Which means you took it home
with you that evening?

Yes, I always do.

What did you do with
it at bedtime?

When I undressed,
I put it on the dresser.

And what did you do
when you got up
in the morning?

I dressed and had breakfast.

I shaved, I brushed my teeth.

I see. Then what?

Then I went to the office.

You took the g*n with you?

Well, no.

Oh? Then what did you
do with the g*n?

I left it on the dresser.

My wife brought it down
to the office later.

Then isn't it possible
your wife may have used
that g*n

before she brought it
down to the office later?

That's a lie!
I resent that!

You switched g*ns...

Sit down, young man, sit down
before I find you in contempt.

BURGER: I object, Your Honor!

That question
is argumentative.

It's improper
cross-examination,

and it contains
a dastardly insinuation.

Objection is overruled.

The witness may resent it
if he likes,

but Mr. Mason is representing
a defendant in a m*rder case.

Uh, Mr. Burger, if the court
might make a suggestion,

it would seem
a b*llet was fired

from the w*apon Mr. Mason
had in his hand,
is that right?

Yes, Your Honor.

Well, I presume it could
be determined whether
the b*llet came

from the m*rder w*apon
or the junior g*n,

and since it certainly
didn't fade into thin air...

Or did it?

Your Honor, an attempt was
made to find that b*llet.

It apparently ricocheted
off the desktop
and out the window.

In any event, we haven't
been able to find it.

I see.

You may continue,
Mr. Mason.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, Michael...

I have no further questions
of this witness.

You may step down.

Then I call
Mrs. Michael Garvin
to the stand, please.

State your name.
Margo Garvin.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear
the evidence you're
about to give

is the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

I do.
Be seated.

Now, Mrs. Garvin,
I show you a w*apon marked
People's Exhibit "A"

and ask if you've ever
seen this g*n before.

I can't say.
I saw one which looked
very much like it,

but I'm not an expert.

Where did you
see that g*n?

My husband left it
on the dresser.

When was this?

On the night
of April 11th.

The following morning,
did you see the g*n again?

I did.

And what did you do
with it, Mrs. Garvin?

I took it to my
husband's office.

Thank you.
Your witness.

Mrs. Garvin, did you know
the decedent, George Castle?

Yes, I--I knew him
in Las Vegas.

He was one of the owners
of a dress shop
where I modeled.

Did you have any...personal
relationship with him?

No.

Mrs. Garvin,
you were at home

during the evening
of April 11th?

Yes.

And you did not leave
your home at all
during that evening?

No.

Thank you.

No further questions.

If Your Honor please,

Mr. Mason, earlier,
expressed a desire

to recall Mr. Garvin, Sr.

for further cross-examination.

The State has no objection
if he wishes to do so
at this time.

Your Honor, before I do that
I would like to confer
with my client.

How much time will
you need, Counselor?

Just a few minutes.

You may step down,
Mrs. Garvin.

Uh, court will
recess until 2:30.

That was a nice piece of work.

You certainly led me
down the garden path.

What are you
talking about?

I've told you the truth.

Have you?

How do you feel
about Mike Garvin?

Well, I think he's
a very nice boy.

I'm referring
to Mike Garvin Sr.

What do you mean,
how do I feel?

Well, I think
he's a...

He's a wonderful man.

Like your father?

He's much younger
than my father.

Not so much younger.

Really, Mr. Mason,
this is ridiculous.

I don't see
any point to it.

Believe me,
there is a point.

And, it might be
the answer to those g*ns.

MASON: Mr. Garvin,
you've been a client of mine
for a long time.

That's right.

In point of fact,
you recommended me
to the defendant.

I did.

You did that knowing full well
that if your interests

conflicted with those
of the defendant,

I would be forced
to sacrifice you.

Yes.

Perhaps that moment
has come, Mr. Garvin.

Very well.

First, then, let us
clarify the confusion

of the three g*ns
in this case.

All right.

Now, you gave the defendant
your holster g*n

on the afternoon
of April 11th?

Yes, I did.

And later that night,
you opened your safe or vault

and put your vault g*n
in the holster,
is that correct?

Yes.

You were going to take
the defendant out to dinner.

What time did you arrive
at her apartment?

About 9:00.

During the course
of that evening,

did you,
without her knowledge,

substitute the vault g*n

for the holster g*n that
you'd given her earlier?

Yes, I did.

Why did you do that,
Mr. Garvin?

I--I'd rather not answer.

But you have to answer.

Why did you substitute
the vault g*n
for the holster g*n?

Because I...

I thought she k*lled
Mr. Castle with it,

in self-defense, of course.

MASON: So you switched g*ns?

Yes.
And thus entrapped
the defendant?

I did not!

Yes, you did,
because, Mr. Garvin,

the g*n you took
out of your safe
was the m*rder w*apon!

Well, that's not true!
But it is true.

So now,
the question arises,

how did the m*rder g*n
get into your safe
in the first place?

Did you k*ll
George Castle?
No!

Who else has
the combination
to your safe?

My secretary.
Eva Elliott?

Yes.
How far is your office
from the Lodestar?

Oh, just two blocks.

And how long did it take
you to shave, shower,

and change your clothes
that evening?

About 30 minutes.
About 30 minutes.

So someone could have
gone to your safe,

removed the g*n,
k*lled George Castle,

and returned the g*n
to your safe?

Yes.

And was your secretary,
Eva Elliott,

present in your office
during that time?

Well, yes, she was.

Thank you, Mr. Garvin.
No further questions.

You may step down, sir.

If it please the court,

I'd like to recall
Eva Elliott to the stand.

I feel that under
the circumstances...

Never mind the speeches.

I thought my luck would
hold out just this once,
but--but it never has.

I didn't mean
to frame you, Stephanie.
You've got to believe that.

I was just trying
to make something of myself.

I was trying,
but George Castle
wouldn't let me.

He just wouldn't let me.

All right, you guys,
take it easy.

I still don't understand
what happened to the g*n
that I brought Stephanie.

She hid it.

The g*n the police found
was the one your father
substituted the night before.

After your father left,

she examined it
and saw it had been fired.

She thought Pop
had k*lled Castle.

That's it.

Which reminds me...

Oh, which reminds me,
where are your father
and Stephanie?

Downtown.
City Hall?

Hall of Records,

taking out
a marriage license.

He left this for you.

The amount is blank.

He said for you
to fill it in

for services rendered
and gratefully accepted.

Now, if you'll just add
another $1,000 to that...

Oh? What for?

Down payment on that car
you drove yesterday.

Come on, Miss Street,
I'll give you
a demonstration.

Hold it, Junior.
We'll demonstrate it.

Want me to fill it in?

[CLEARS THROAT]