02x22 - The Case of the Bedeviled Doctor

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( noirish jazz theme playing )

( tranquil theme playing )

Ah. Mark!

Am I glad you're home, Sis.

Oh, what are you doing here?

Did you lose your job
in San Diego?

I quit.

They're lookin' for me.

They're looking for you?

A couple of boys from Vegas.

You've been gambling again.

I'm no good, Edith.

I-- I don't know why
you waste your time with me.

Oh, don't say that.

We'll--
We'll work out something.

I got $ in the bank.

You know how much
I owe these fellas?

Four thousand bucks.

What am I gonna do, Edith?

They'll k*ll me.

W-we'll tell the police.

That won't do any good.
You don't know these guys.

There must be something.

Edith,

I got one chance.

I met a woman
a couple of days ago

named Barbara Heywood.

Her husband is one
of Dr. Craig's patients.

Peter Heywood?

You told me once
Dr. Craig makes tape recordings

of each session
so he can study 'em later.

Now, if this guy Heywood

is playin' around
with another woman,

wouldn't he tell that
to his analyst?

I don't understand.

Mrs. Heywood said
she'd give me grand

for a recording of one
of her husband's sessions.

Now, she figures
it'll be worth a half a million

in a divorce settlement.

I got it all figured out.

All you--
Do you realize what this

could do to Dr. Craig?

Do you realize what those
Vegas boys will do to me

if I don't pay off?

Well, when they fish my body
out of the ocean,

don't bother
to identify it.

Mark.

( ominous theme playing )

Wait.

I knew you wouldn't
let me down, Edith.

I knew it.

Oh...

( ominous theme playing )

MAN:
Sometimes, I-I--

I feel I could k*ll her.

Like the time I came home

and found her drunk
in front of the maid.

Then I remember
what she used to be like.

She--

She was the most beautiful woman
in the world.

You must have seen her,
doctor.

Her professional name was

Barbara Clinton.

Heh. Of course,
she never could act.

And when the public
found that out,

that finished her.

That's when she started
to drink.

It was my fault.

I was--
Oh, I was too busy

designing airplanes.

I didn't devote
enough time to her.

Tell me, did you ever try
to discuss your work

with her, Mr. Heywood?

Yeah, for a while,

but she didn't seem
to care.

Maybe I gave up too soon.

Maybe-- Oh, I don't know.

Maybe if I'd tried harder,

she wouldn't be
an alcoholic today.

Don't you think you're being
unduly severe with yourself?

Don't you feel
that your wife's drinking

is her own problem?

But I'm to blame
for looking elsewhere!

Remember? I-I told you
about this other woman.

Maybe--

Maybe if I hadn't started
with Dana,

none of this
would have happened.

Now, this Dana that you
keep referring to,

has she made
any demands on you?

Absolutely none.

She wouldn't take a thing
from me.

Of course,
with your particular neurosis,

you feel guiltier than ever.

What should I do, doctor?

I can't give you the answer.

My job is to help you
find it yourself.

( chuckles )

If I can hold out that long.

Oh, my time's up, eh?

Mm-hm.

See you Wednesday.

I thought you'd like some tea

before your next appointment.

I don't know what I'd do
without you, Edith.

( sighs )

You'd better drink your tea.

Mrs. Wallace will be here
any minute.

Would you like me
to take care of that for you?

Yeah, sure.

( somber theme playing )

What's the matter?
Is something wrong?

( buzzer sounds )

Oh, that must be Mrs. Wallace.

I'll tell her you'll be
with her in a minute.

The doctor will see you
in a moment, Mrs. Wallace.

( ominous theme playing )

( glass shatters )

There were papers strewn
all over the place,

my safe had been forced.

Perry, what am I gonna do?
I can't go to the police.

And if my patients find out
I've been negligent--

Why do you persist
in blaming yourself?

Because it's my fault.

I should have been
more careful with those tapes.

You locked them up
in your safe.

As far as your legal
responsibility is concerned--

I'm not worried about
my legal responsibility,

it's my patient
I'm thinking of.

You said there were
five tapes stolen.

Four of them were blank.

Why did you keep them
in your safe?

Oh, just a precaution.

Look, Perry, if I don't get
that tape back--

Was your patient's name
on that tape?

Who is he?

Peter Heywood.

President of Heywood Aircraft?

Della, will you please see
if Paul Drake is free?

Perry, why bring him
into this?

Do you keep any narcotics
in your safe?

Were they stolen?
No.

Why would a thief
pass up narcotics

in favor of Heywood's tape?

You don't know
what was on it.

How'd the thief know?

What is on the tape, Dave?

Perry, you know that everything
a patient tells his doctor

is confidential.

So is anything a doctor
tells his lawyer.

Look, unless I have
all the facts,

I can't help you.

Well,

Heywood spoke of his wife
and a woman named Dana.

He's in love with her.

Did he want a divorce?

That's the problem.

His wife's an alcoholic,

and Heywood feels responsible
for her condition.

Perry, if that tape falls
in the wrong hands--

I think it's safe to assume
that it has.

( knock at door )

Paul Drake is here.

MASON:
All right, send him in.

Paul, this is
an old friend of mine,

Dr. David Craig.

Dave, this is Paul Drake.

How do you do, doctor?
How are you?

Paul,

what can you tell us
about that?

Uh, let me see
your magnifying glass

a minute, please.

Well, somebody's made

an impression of this
recently. Uh...

See those, uh, particles
on the ridges?

That's wax.

All right, thanks.

Pleasure. Nice to have
met you, doctor.

( door opens, closes )

All right, Dave,

who had the opportunity

to make that wax impression?

I haven't
the least idea.

How often does your nurse
use that key?

Perry, let's forget
the whole thing.

I'll take it from here.

Dave.

Don't do anything foolish.

You know, Perry, for an analyst,

I'd say he seems
emotionally disturbed.

He is.

I'd say he was in love
with his nurse.

( ominous theme playing )

( knock at door )

Who is it?

MAN:
It's me, Mark. Open up.

Did you get the tape?

You mean, you didn't go

to Dr. Craig's office
last night?

No, I--

Look, you little chiseler,
this whole thing was my idea.

I was the one who made
the contact with Mrs. Heywood.

I'm tellin' you, Ronny,
my sister wouldn't go for it.

Hello, Sis.

Oh, uh, this is
a friend of mine,

Ronny Fowler.

Ronny, this is my sister.

I'm glad to know you.

I'll see you later, Mark.

Uh, afraid I'm going
to be tied up, Ronny.

Well, try to clear some time.

It's important.

( door closes )

Where's the tape?

Why?
You gotta give it back to me.

You don't know what this
has done to Dr. Craig.

Did he call the police?

No, he went to see
his lawyer,

Perry Mason.

What did Mason say?
I don't know.

I didn't wait for him
to come to the office. I've--

I've just been
driving around all morning.

Why, you jerk.

What's Craig gonna think
when he comes back

to the office
and doesn't find you?

I don't care.

You've got to give it
back to me.

If you don't,
so help me, I'll--

( knocking at door )

Who is it?

Dr. Craig.

I expected to find you
at the office.

I thought you might
be interested

in what Perry Mason
had to say.

It seems that someone

recently made a wax impression
of my safe key.

Why did you do it, Edith? Why?

MARK:
Leave her alone!

I'm her brother.

She did it to help me
out of a jam.

Have you got that tape?

Have you got that tape?

Dave, don't!

I could k*ll you.

Let him have it, Mark.
Please.

I wanna hear this one.

It's no use, my apologizing.

I realize I've done
a terrible thing.

I have no right
to ask for favors.

But I beg you,

please don't
have him arrested.

I'm to blame for everything.

He's just a boy.

Aren't you ready yet?

Yeah.

Well, what are you
waiting for?

PETER ( on tape ):
Sometimes I feel
I could k*ll her.

Like the first time I came home
and found her drunk

in front of the maid.

You don't know
how lucky you are.

David.

May I talk to you?

There's nothing to say.

Just five minutes,
that's all I ask. Please?

Can we talk in your car?

WOMAN ( over phone ):
Hello?

Mrs. Heywood?

That's right.

This is Mark Douglas.

You remember,

Ronny Fowler's friend.

I got some bad news for you.

Just a minute.

Martha, you can
go clean the den now.

You didn't get the tape?

Oh, I got the tape all right,

but there were complications.

Those complications
ran up the cost.

I want $ , .

You said it would only be .

I told you, Mrs. Heywood,
there were complications.

But I can't afford
that kind of money.

You want me to peddle it
to your husband?

You wouldn't.

Oh, hm, not unless
you force me to.

Now-- Now, you must
know someone

who could advance you
the dough.

After all, this thing
is worth a fortune.

Your husband's
a great recording artist.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

That's the spirit.

You know where
you can reach me.

( engine starts )

( mysterious theme playing )

And I don't like the design
of the fire-control unit.

If the a*t*matic device
were to fail,

the pilot would find it--

( intercom buzzer sounds )

Yes?

Sorry to bother you,
Mr. Heywood,

but there's a gentleman
here to see you.

His name is Mark Douglas.

I don't know any Mark Douglas.

He says he's a friend
of Dr. Craig's.

Very well.
Send him in, Miss Lewis.

How are you, Mr. Heywood?

Fine, thank you.

Did you say
Dr. Craig sent you here?

Well, you might
put it that way.

This is a tape recording

of your last session
on the couch.

Where'd you get that?

I told you.

Dr. Craig and I are buddies.

You can have it if you want to,
Mr. Heywood.

I got another copy.

You don't let me go,

it'll cost you a lot more.

Suppose we say , .

Get out.

( snickers )

I don't blame you
for being upset.

Uh, suppose I give you
a little ring tomorrow morning.

Get outta here!

Or you can call me.

My sister's name
is in the book.

Get outta here!

Edith Douglas.

That boss of yours
sure is excitable.

What's wrong?

Better shut the door.

( sighs )

Darling, what is it?

That Mark Douglas
is a blackmailer.

He's got a recording
of my last session

with Dr. Craig.

Better call Supply and have them
send a tape recorder

over here right away.

Darling,

did you mention me by name?

If my wife ever
gets ahold of it,

it'd be the end of everything.

CRAIG:
Perry, you were right.

My nurse did
have that key copied.

She-- She did it
for her kid brother.

His name is Mark Douglas.

Did you get the tape back?

That's what he led me
to believe,

but apparently I don't know
as much about psychology

as I thought I did.

Heywood just left
ten minutes ago.

It seems that I'm
the world's prized chump.

The boy had another copy?

You called it.

He wants ,
from Mr. Heywood,

and Heywood thinks
I'm in on the plot.

Listen, Dave--

I'm afraid I haven't time.
I--

I just called
so that you could say,

"I told you so."

Hello, Dave?

Dave?

See if you can find
a listing for Edith Douglas.

Mm-hm.
And let's get Paul in here.

Right.

( tense theme playing )

( buzzes )

( buzzes )

Well, we're late.

He's dead.

Perry, let's get outta here.

Um, wait a minute.

Give me your handkerchief.

( buzzer sounds )

( buzzer sounds )

He's gone.

It says here that Mark Douglas
was shot by a . .

Your doctor pal took out
a license for a .

seven months ago.

Mm, that doesn't
prove anything.

Granted,
but he had a motive.

So did at least three others:

Mr. Peter Heywood,
his girlfriend Dana,

and Edith Douglas.

The boy's sister?

Wouldn't be the first case
of fratricide on the books.

If she were in love
with David Craig and found--

( rings )

Yes, Gertie?

Oh? Send him right in.

Lieutenant Tragg.

Good day, sir.

Morning, counselor. Della.
DELLA: Morning.

How are you, lieutenant?

Busy as the proverbial bee.

I hope your boss
doesn't keep you up

as late as he does me.

Uh-- Hm. Still warm.

Paul Drake just left.

Would you mind telling me
what you fellas were up to

last night,
say, around, uh, : ?

Why?
We got an anonymous tip

that a fella named,
uh, Mark Douglas

had been m*rder*d.

Did you make
that phone call?

Suppose I did.

Then it would be
safe to assume

that you were
in the apartment.

Why did you leave?

I felt the police
should be notified.

There was a phone less
than five feet from the body.

Mm-mm. There might be
fingerprints on it.

That's pretty good.

Well, as a matter of fact,
there were.

You didn't expect that,
did you?

Why didn't you give
the police your name?

As a citizen,
if I discover a m*rder,

I'm duty bound to report it,

but as an attorney,

I have no obligation
to disclose my identity

when by doing so--

You might betray a client.
Exactly.

Yes, too bad your client
betrayed himself.

Whose fingerprints
do you think we found

on that phone?
I have no idea.

Dr. David Craig's.

Nice thing about it:

He even admits it.

Where is he?

Headquarters.

We picked him up
about : this morning.

If you've been holding
Dr. Craig incommunicado--

No, no, no. We asked him
if he wanted a lawyer.

He said, "No."

Isn't it a shame?

You'd think a man like that

would have something
to live for.

( dramatic theme playing )

You still haven't given me
an answer, Dave.

Why didn't you have
the police call me?

I didn't think
it was necessary

to call an attorney.

What kind of a death wish
do you have?

I can use your language too,
you know.

Look...

do you wanna go
to the gas chamber?

Of course not.

Well, the police know
you had a run-in

with Mark Douglas
earlier in the day.

I told them that.

Did you tell them why?

Once they find that out,
we're really in trouble.

They found the cab driver
who took you

to the Douglas apartment.

Perry, you've gotta
believe me.

He was dead
when I got there.

Where's your g*n?

I got rid of it.

Why?

You know, I thought
I knew myself very well,

but I was wrong.

I never thought
it was possible

for me to ever k*ll
a human being

under any circumstances,

yet I went over there
to k*ll that boy.

And when I saw him lying dead
there on the floor--

You thought his sister
was responsible.

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

What'd you do with the g*n?

I threw it in the ocean,

off the breakwater
at Long Beach.

( sighs )

Don't you realize there's
not one chance in a million

of recovering that g*n?

What difference
does it make?

All the difference
in the world.

If the police don't find
the m*rder w*apon,

they have every right
to believe yours did the trick.

I never wanna handle a g*n
as long as I live,

and that's the truth!

All right.

( sighs )

Let's start at the beginning.

You learned
there was another tape

when Heywood came to see you.

And he accused me
of giving it to Douglas.

Then Heywood left.

Where was Miss Douglas?

Home.

I called her from the office
after Heywood left.

Then she knew what
her brother had done?

When you walked
into the apartment,

Miss Douglas had gone.

Why'd you use the phone?

The police found
your fingerprints on it.

Well, I-- I wanted
to call my exchange.

At a time like that?

Well, I had to see if Edith
had left a message for me.

Was there a message?

No.

Look, Perry,
she didn’t k*ll him.

She couldn't have.
I know Edith.

Dave, you just got
through saying

you didn't even
know yourself.

( melancholy theme playing )

( sighs )

There's nothing more
I can tell you.

Mark was no good.

He was no good,
and it was my fault.

Who do you think k*lled him?

I don't know.

You think it was Dr. Craig?

Well, how can you say that?

He didn't even know
my brother.

The police can prove he did.

They have everything
but motive

to make their case complete.

And once they learn
your brother stole a recording

from Dr. Craig's office--

But Mark gave it
back to him.

Not before he made
at least two copies.

Now, Dr. Craig phoned you

right after his visit
with Mr. Heywood.

What did you do
after that call?

I-I went to look for Mark.

( sighing ):
I must have tried
a dozen different places,

but no one had seen him.

When I got back,
the police were there.

Did you know your brother
intended to blackmail Heywood?

No.

That's why I was so confused.

He told me he wanted
to sell the tape

to Mrs. Heywood.

Apparently, he was working
both sides of the street.

How'd he meet
Mrs. Heywood?

Oh, I don't know.

Did they have mutual friends?

There must have been someone.

The other day,
when I came home,

there was a man there.

He said he wanted
to see Mark later,

but my-- My brother said
he couldn't make it.

You remember this man's name?

Fowler. Ronny Fowler.

All right.

Thank you for coming in.

You don't know how badly
I want to help.

I understand.

If you need me
for anything else--

I'll let you know.

( dramatic theme playing )

Good afternoon.
Good afternoon.

May I see Mr. Heywood,
please?

Uh, whom shall I say
is calling?

Perry Mason.

I'm sorry. He isn't in.

PETER ( over intercom ):
Miss Lewis.

Miss Lewis?

Didn't you hear me?
Mr. Heywood?

No, he isn't.

What's going on here?

I represent
Dr. David Craig.

So?

There are one or two questions

I'd like to ask you.

I have nothing to say.

A boy named Mark Douglas
was m*rder*d last night.

He deserved it.

Why?

Don't answer that.

I know how you operate.

You're not going
to involve him in this case.

Mr. Heywood involved himself.

That was Dr. Craig's fault.

I'm not gonna
let you destroy

what it's taken
Mr. Heywood years

to build up.

You have a very loyal
secretary here.

Don't you think I know it?

Yes, I think you do.

By any chance, would
your first name be Dana?

( dramatic theme playing )

There's a car comin'.

How's it going?

Well, Mrs. Heywood hasn't budged
from the house.

Whose car is that?

That's Ronny Fowler.

He got here
about ten minutes ago.

Sure it was Fowler?

Positive.

Uh-oh.

( tires screech )

( doorbell rings )

( doorbell rings )

Mrs. Heywood in?

Who shall I say
is calling?

We'll announce ourselves.

What do you make of it?

Fowler was carrying
a small box

when he went in there.

Could it have been
a roll of tape?

Possibility.

My guess is he's gonna
peddle it to Mrs. Heywood.

Take good care of that.

Well, looks like Tragg

caught him with the goods.

Not bad, huh?

From where I'm standing,
it couldn't be worse.

( mysterious theme playing )

All right, Mr. Fowler,
I'm still waiting.

Are you gonna tell me
where you got this money?

I told you.
She loaned it to me.

Ask her yourself
if you don't believe me.

He's telling the truth,
Mr. Burger.

I-I loaned him the money
to go into business.

The recording business?

That's right. A fellow I know
puts out high-fidelity tapes.

And that just happens

to be one of your samples?
Yeah.

You have no right to keep it.
It belongs to me!

All right, you'll get it back
as soon as Lieutenant Tragg

is finished with it.

All set.

MAN ( on tape ):
This is a high-fidelity
recording.

Whether your taste runs
to the classical or popular,

Echo High-Fidelity Recordings

can bring new delight.

This is Taylor Adams

inviting you to a demonstration

of high-fidelity sound.

Why, you dirty, little thief!
And I was fool enough--

Here, here. That's enough!

He said it was a recording
of my husband's.

I can't help it if she jumped
to the wrong conclusions.

I just told her I had
a tape recording for sale.

For $ , ?

Look, Mr. Burger, you've
gotta give me a break.

Remember, I told you
about Mason

being in Mark Douglas'
apartment that night.

All right, Mr. Fowler,

suppose you can tell me
the rest of it.

Well, Mark had a tape
of Mr. Heywood

telling all about himself
and some dame.

Where did he get it?

He stole it
from Dr. Craig's office.

His sister got him
a copy of the key.

Well, I guess now we know
Dr. Craig's motive.

Leon, would you come in
a minute, please?

I want you to take down
a statement.

( noirish jazz theme playing )

All right, doctor.

I removed this b*llet
from the victim's brain.

Death was virtually
instantaneous.

Uh, it was caused
by a contact wound.

Which means the muzzle
of the w*apon

was pressed against the body
at the time the shot was fired.

And what other effect
would this have, doctor,

beside the obvious one?

Well, a contact g*nsh*t
makes very little noise.

Rather like the sound you get
when you blow up a paper bag

and then explode it.

Consequently,
the sound of the g*nsh*t

might not even be heard.

Were you able to fix
the time of death, doctor?

Uh, judging by the temperature
of the body and other tests,

I would say that death occurred
between : p.m. and : p.m.

BURGER:
I see. And did you find
anything else

when you examined the body?

Yes, there were bruises
on the neck,

indicating the deceased
had been choked.

I would say this took place

about five or six hours
before he died.

All right, doctor.
Thank you very much.

Cross-examine, counselor.

No questions.

JUDGE:
You may step down.
Call your next witness.

My next witness
is Lieutenant Arthur Tragg.

And then in several places

we found the defendant's
fingerprints.

On the table, drawers,
even on the phone.

I see.

Lieutenant, can you tell me
what this is?

Yes, sir. I found this
in Dr. Craig's desk.

It's a g*n permit.

If it please the court,
I should like this g*n permit

marked for identification.

All right, Your Honor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, lieutenant,
how long ago

was this permit
issued to Dr. Craig?

Seven months ago.

And what kind of a g*n
does it cover?

A . -caliber,
Smith & Wesson revolver.

I ask you now, lieutenant,
if you recall a conversation

that you had
with the defendant

shortly after his arrest.
Yes, sir.

I asked the doctor
to surrender his revolver.

And what did he say?

He said he'd thrown it away

on the night of the m*rder.

Thank you, lieutenant.
That'll be all.

Cross-examine,
counselor.

Lieutenant, on this question
of fingerprints,

did the defendant ever deny
being in that room?

No, sir.

Did you find any other
fingerprints there?

Other than those belonging
to the deceased or his sister?

Yes, there were others.

By any chance,

did you find the fingerprints

of a young man
named Ronny Fowler?

Yes, sir, I did.

MASON:
And how did you identify
his prints?

TRAGG:
Through the FBI.

Oh? Does Mr. Fowler have
a criminal record?

Your Honor,
none of this was covered

on direct examination.

Mr. Mason has no right
to pursue it.

If the court please,

I maintain
that once the question

of fingerprints
was introduced,

I have the right to inquire
as to all the fingerprints

and how they were
identified.

You've already made your point,
counselor.

I ought to sustain
Mr. Burger's objection.

If you really want to go into
Mr. Fowler's criminal record,

I suggest you wait
until he's called as a witness.

Yes, Your Honor.

Now, lieutenant,
let's turn our attention

to the missing w*apon.

Would you care to estimate

how many . -caliber
Smith & Wessons

there are in this country?

No, sir, I would not.

You'll agree it may be
close to , ?

I should, uh, say so.

And that b*llet
could have come

from any one
of those , g*ns?

Well, as I testified, Mr. Mason,

we were unable to check it
against the doctor's,

as he had told me that he had
thrown his g*n away.

MASON:
Did he tell you
where he'd thrown it?

TRAGG:
Yes, sir. Off the breakwater
in Long Beach.

Did you make any attempt
to recover it?

Well, the way the doctor
described his actions,

he wasn't sure himself
how far out he'd thrown it

or in which direction.

The fact remains, lieutenant,

you made no effort
to recover the g*n.

No, sir.

Thank you, lieutenant.

That'll be all.

( crowd murmuring )

BURGER:
How old was your brother
when your parents died,

Miss Douglas?

Thirteen.

So it would be true to say
that for the last eight years,

you had been
taking care of him?

Well, if you mean
by "taking care of him"

that I taught him
the difference

between right and wrong,
I didn't.

I-- I guess I don't know
the difference myself.

Um, if it please the court,

Miss Douglas is the sister
of the deceased,

but she is nevertheless
a hostile witness.

I would appreciate it
if the court would instruct her

to be more responsive.

Miss Douglas,

you will answer
the district attorney directly

and without any side excursions.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, Miss Douglas,
on February th,

didn't your brother come
to you and tell you

that he needed money desperately
and ask you to help him?

He-- He was lying.

That doesn't answer my question.

A simple "yes" or "no"
will suffice.

Did your brother come to you

and tell you that he needed
money desperately?

Yes.

And did he ask you to help him
by making a wax impression

of the key to Dr. Craig's
office safe?

Yes.

Then on February th,
didn't your brother

enter Dr. Craig's office
and steal five recording tapes

from the doctor's safe?

Your Honor, I object.

The question calls
for a conclusion

not based on the facts.

There's been no evidence
introduced to indicate

that Dr. Craig's safe
had been burglarized.

Objection sustained.

Huh. Well, then I'll
put it this way:

The next morning, isn't it true
that your brother

had in his possession
five recording tapes?

Yes.
Didn't Dr. Craig subsequently

come to your apartment at noon
and demand their return?

Yes.

Would you tell us
what happened at that time?

Mark gave them to him.

Yes, but isn't it true that
before Mark could be induced

to part with these recordings,
the defendant choked him?

Well, he didn't mean it.

He was excited.

Do you think he was calm
when he later found out

that your brother
tricked him and duplicated

one of these tapes?

Your Honor.

Mr. Burger, you know
the impropriety

of that question.

I'm terribly sorry,
Your Honor.

Take the witness.

No questions.

JUDGE:
You may step down.
Call your next witness.

BURGER:
I call Peter Heywood.

And then,
it must have been around : ,

my secretary announced

that a Mark Douglas
would like to see me.

Will you tell us, please,
what happened

when Mark Douglas came
into your office?

He showed me a recording
of what he claimed

was my last session
with Dr. Craig.

He said if I didn't
give him $ , ,

he'd sell it elsewhere.

What did you do?

After I threw him out,
I went to see Dr. Craig.

He said I was mistaken.

I said it was no mistake.

I'd listened to the tape,
and it was a McCoy.

And how did Dr. Craig
respond to that?

He exploded.

He said he'd get
every copy back

if he had
to k*ll Mark Douglas.

Thank you, Mr. Heywood.

Cross-examine.

Don't ask him
what's on that tape.

Please, Perry. I mean it.

Mr. Heywood, you testified
that Dr. Craig told you

he'd get every copy
of that recording back

even if he had to k*ll
Mark Douglas to get them.

That's right.

Did you take
that threat literally?

Yes.

Haven't you ever said in anger,

"I could k*ll so-and-so"?

Yes.

But I didn't mean it.

Then you'll agree
the phrase is meaningless?

You didn't see
Dr. Craig's face

when he used it.

I didn't see yours either.

You also testified
that you believe

Dr. Craig and the deceased
were partners in this attempt

to blackmail you.

That's right.

Then when Dr. Craig told you

he'd get every copy
of the recording

back from Mark Douglas,

you didn't think he meant it?

No, I didn't.

What measures were you prepared
to take to defend yourself?

I don't understand.

Well, since you felt
this recording could be

damaging to you,

and you had no faith
in Dr. Craig,

I'm curious as to what
you intended doing about it.

Nothing.

Nothing?

As Dr. Craig once told me,

indecision was my big problem.

I never could force myself
to act when it really counted.

( chuckles )

That's pretty devastating
self-analysis.

But it's accurate.

And so when you left
Dr. Craig's office

that day at ,

what did you do?

I went...

directly home.

He's lying!

Bailiff,
bring that woman here.

He's lying, Your Honor.

He was out all night.

He was out
with some little tramp!

You will be quiet, madam.

If the court please,
this is Mrs. Heywood.

That's no explanation
for her conduct.

I hereby sentence you
to five days in jail

for contempt of court.

You can't.

Your Honor, Mrs. Heywood

is a witness for the state.

When did you intend
to call her?

First thing
tomorrow morning.

Very well,

she can serve her sentence

after she testifies.

Court stands adjourned
until : tomorrow morning.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Not very big, is it?

And you could plant
one like this

in a thousand
different places

and you might never
discover it.

What you getting at?

We have to find out
how many copies

Mark Douglas made

and how many copies
are still around.

We know he was k*lled
because of that tape.

Well,

that lets Mrs. Heywood out.

After all,
she only needed one copy.

If she had k*lled Douglas,

she'd hardly have to try
and buy another copy

from Ronny Fowler.

If Ronny had had the tape,

he wouldn't have had
to sell Mrs. Heywood a phony.

According to that logic,

if there were no copies left,

Mr. Heywood would be
the prime suspect.

Mm-hm. Either he
or his girlfriend, Dana Lewis.

Where does Edith Douglas
fit in?

Personally,
I don't think she does.

You know what I think?

I think she's the key
to the entire problem.

( classical music playing )

( phone ringing )

Martha!

Martha!

Hello?

EDITH ( over phone ):
May I speak to Mr. Heywood,
please?

How dare you call here,
you cheap, little--

Oh, you don't understand,
Mrs. Heywood.

This is Edith Douglas.

Who?

Edith Douglas.

I used to work for Dr. Craig.

Well, what do you want
with my husband?

I was going
through my brother's things,

and I found something, and--

Well, I'd like to talk
to Mr. Heywood.

Well, he isn't here.

Can you tell me
where I can reach him?

It's very important.
I've already tried his office.

Why don't you try
what's-her-name's apartment?

Who?

You know, his girlfriend.

I-I'm sorry I bothered you.

Hello? Miss Douglas?

( buzzer sounds )

Hello.

What are you doing here?

You phoned my home
several hours ago.

You wanted to find out
where my husband was.

Have you been able
to reach him?

Well, I'm--
I'm delighted to hear it.

That means the tape
is still here.

( exhales )

What are you talking about?

Now, really, Miss Douglas.

You must take me
for an awful fool.

You said you found something
in your brother's belongings,

and that could only
mean one thing.

You don't understand.

No, you don’t understand.

Obviously,
your brother's death

has taught you nothing.

Where's the tape?

I-I destroyed it.

Don't lie to me,
Miss Douglas.

I'm telling you the truth.

I-I destroyed it after Dr. Craig
called me that night

and told me what
my brother had done.

I-I've searched
the apartment,

and I found it.

I searched the place myself,
and it wasn't here.

Oh, it was here.

It was hidden
behind that mirror.

Then why did you call me tonight
about my husband?

TRAGG:
That was Mr. Mason's idea.
Stay just as you are.

You said you searched
this place yourself.

When did you make
that search,

the night you k*lled
Mark Douglas?

TRAGG:
When Ballistics gets this,
it'll do enough talking

for everybody concerned.

Shall we?

Thank you,
Miss Douglas.

What are you gonna do now?

( laughs )

Leave town.

I'd talk
to Dr. Craig first.

Edith, don't you think
he understands?

You had to make a choice.

Either betray
the man you loved

or see your brother
be k*lled by mobsters.

But Mark was lying.

That doesn't alter
the case.

You actually believed
he was in danger.

Now, I'm sure
Dr. Craig realizes

what you must have
gone through.

He'll likely be released
in an hour,

so if you hurry...

( tranquil theme playing )

Well, shall we go?

I don't get it.

It's very simple.

"Mrs. Heywood
confesses m*rder."

No, I don't mean that.

I mean, what put you
onto Mrs. Heywood

in the first place?

Mm.

It was when you and Paul
decided to exonerate her.

It seemed logical.

She wouldn't k*ll
Mark Douglas

unless she got
the tape from him.

On the other hand,

if she had gotten
the tape from him,

she wouldn't have
had to k*ll him.

Suppose she k*lled him first

and then couldn't find the tape

because his sister
had destroyed it.

Wouldn't that
explain everything?

True.

Confession's in order.

I was afraid Dana Lewis
was guilty all along.

You-- From the way
you described her, I--

I didn't think she'd be
troubled by indecision

as Mr. Heywood was.

Hm. You're right.

And then when you told me

how she tried
to protect Mr. Heywood,

I liked her.
Mm.

( sighing ):
I don't know a secretary

who would go to bat like that

for her boss.

I don't either.

Shall we?

( noirish jazz theme playing )