High Wall

Good night, Mr. Hirsch.

Good night, sir.

Good evening, Mr. Whitcombe.

Good evening.

We're proofreading

the new geography edition.

Mr. Garrison wants it

at the printer's in the morning.

Yes?

Any telephone messages, miss Mercer?

Yes, sir.

The photo engravers

want an ok on the proofs.

Havlock paper said

they filled our order.

Mm-hmm. Is that all?

Yes, sir.

Ask, uh... Mrs. Kenet to

come here, will you, please?

She isn't here, sir.

Well, then, uh... bring

me the Leeds manuscript.

The Leeds manuscript isn't here.

Well, it must be.

I sent Mrs. Kenet to my

home for it hours ago.

Yes, sir, I know, but

Mrs. Kenet hasn't returned.

Hmm. She must have been delayed.

Ask her to bring it to me

when she returns, will you?

I don't think Mrs. Kenet

will be back tonight, sir.

You see, her husband's been

away for 2 years, and he's home,

and he came here looking

for her just after she left,

and he was so anxious

to see her that...

I told him where he might

find her if he hurried.

Oh, in that case,

I don't imagine we

can expect to see her,

at least

not tonight,

hey, miss Mercer?

No, sir.

Not tonight.

Where do I sign?

Right under where

it says "corpus delicti."

Sign all 3 copies.

This is Mr. Whitcombe.

Don't get up, Mr. Whitcombe.

Oh, how do you do?

Nice of you

to come down.

I'm Wallace, assistant

district attorney.

Oh, I see you've

identified your secretary.

This is shocking, Mr. Wallace.

What happened?

She

was strangled.

Rather an interesting case.

If I can be of any

help, any information...

Have you any?

I don't know.

Perhaps it has

no bearing,

but her husband

returned today

after an absence

of 2 years.

I didn't see him

personally,

but they told me at the office

that he came in this afternoon,

extremely agitated,

looking for her,

insisting

on finding her at once.

It occurred to me that if

you can find the husband-

we have.

He's in there.

Oh.

Come along with me.

We can talk later.

Now, look, son,

let's go over it once more.

You headed straight

for the bridge

when you heard the

police siren, didn't you?

I didn't hear any siren.

You lost control of the car

and crashed through the bridge,

is that it?

The coroner's report.

Oh, yeah.

You were born and raised in

this city, weren't you, Kenet?

You know there's never

more than 3 feet of water

in that creek, not enough to drown in.

Now, look, son...

After

you strangled her,

you wanted to make it

look like an accident,

uh, broken neck

in an auto crash.

You knew you could walk away

from that kind of accident.

That's it...

Isn't it?

I told you

I killed her in the park,

in milford picnic grove.

Then I tried

to kill myself.

Well, that's good enough for me.

Have him sign

a statement.

Isn't often

they come this easy.

Uh-oh, Dave. I've examined him.

Drunk?

No. He's been through some head surgery.

Well, what's that

got to do with it?

I can't pass

him, Dave.

They'll have to look

him over at psychiatric.

Now, look, Doctor-

I'm sorry. He has to go to psycho first.

All right.

After you, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Hi, Dan.

Hello, Mike.

Come on, Jimmy.

Get up.

Hello, Mike.

Got some business

for you.

What

do you got?

Murder rap.

Here's his stuff.

$32 in bills,

18 cents in change,

a star-silver, I guess-

some sort of war decoration.

Snapshot holder

with one picture.

That all?

That's it.

Snapshot holder,

one-

Give me that!

Take it easy, sweetheart.

I want that picture!

Hold it!

Let go of me!

Good night, Dan.

Good night,

Doctor.

Let go of me!

I want that picture!

Ok, baby, you'll get it.

Now will you be good?

We'll take him.

He's all yours. Everything

goes on ice, including you.

Ward C, one of the side rooms.

Right.

Sign a receipt for me, will you, Jimmy?

Staying around

for some coffee?

No, no. It's too late.

We'll be seeing you.

So long.

The x-rays show

a subdural hematoma

of the left frontal lobe.

This blood clot is causing

pressure on the brain.

As you know, such pressure can produce

both physical and emotional changes.

True to form, the patient

has shown irritability,

hypersensitivity,

local pain,

periods of unconsciousness

with lapses of memory.

That's all. Light, please.

Hat and gloves.

Thank you, Doctor.

You've been very helpful.

Thank you, Dr. dunlap. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Dr. poward,

who is this patient?

Steven Kenet,

his age, 31,

admitted by court order for observation,

confessed to

murder of wife

and attempted

suicide.

He's in ward c.

What's the physical

condition?

Heart, blood pressure,

respiration, normal.

Then there's

no need for delay.

Prepare him

for immediate surgery.

Yes,

Doctor.Anything else?

No. That's all,

Doctor.

All right.

Thank you.

May I have

his report, please?

Oh, Ann, I have an extra

ticket to the opera tonight.

Mother isn't

feeling well.

I'm sorry, but I've

got 2 tickets myself.

Well, mine are in the

fifth row. Where are yours?

Right behind third base. The

red socks are playing tonight.

Doctor, you know I'm

here on my own free will.

Why am I in

the delinquent ward?

Oh, it's a very nice

ward, Mr. Davis.

I've got to see you.

In a little while,

tom.

Me, too.

It's very urgent.

My wife is coming to

see me this afternoon.

Oh, I'm so glad.

I beg your pardon, Doctor, but may

I speak to you just for a moment?

It's most important.

I'll be back.

Tell me about it then.

I have to have

some protection.

All of them steal all the time.

There isn't an honest person-

Nice quiet morning, Delaney.

Hello, Doctor.

Where's this new patient

- Steven Kenet?

He's in 3. Better watch

this fella, Doctor.

He wouldn't even

let us shave him.

He's real antisocial.

Good morning, Mr. Kenet.

I'm Dr. lorrison.

You may go,

Delaney.

Uh, Doctor, I-

wait outside,

please.

You're going to be one

of my patients, Mr. Kenet.

Would you care to tell me

anything about yourself?

Tell me about

those headaches.

Are you feeling

better this morning?

Get out.

Mr. Kenet, we're very

fortunate to have a neurosurgeon

like Dr. Griffin

with us.

He's diagnosed your

case and feels certain

he can remove the

cause of your headaches.

He can.

Yes. Now, if you'll

just sign here,

giving us

your consent.

Surgery, huh?

I've been

through that before.

You can see

what it got me.

Now get out of here

and leave me alone!

Cut up

some other Guinea pig!

Mr. Kenet, if you have any pain,

just tell the orderly,

and he'll call me.

Of course he refused

the operation.

He'll continue

to refuse.

You don't have to be a psychiatrist

to know the game Kenet's playing:

Sit the law out,

stall for time,

then come to court

and get an acquittal

on a plea

of temporary insanity.

Well, that may be true, Mr. Wallace,

but the court sent him

here for observation,

and we're proceeding along those lines.

Look, Doctor, the mother of a

6-year-old child has been strangled.

The million people in this county demand

that our office bring Kenet to trial.

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