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going to say you didn't do it.

Pass this up trying to prove something

that can't be proven? No. Huh?

Ken, I killed Otto Krayler.

Poor kid.

I don't care what you say.

You didn't kill Otto Krayler.

Not so loud. I did too.

I was with you when you went back.

You were as surprised as I was.

Oh, shut up.

Here.

As far as I'm concerned, you're right

in the middle of one of your nightmares.

I'm just gonna go straight to Ken

- No!

Why not?

Why, if he ever found out-

Found out what? Daisy, will you

please mind your own business?

No. I'm going to K-

All right. I'll tell you.

I didn't kill Krayler.

I knew it.

Why did you say you did?

I don't know exactly.

We were both so excited...

about how we could prove

I shot him for a good reason.

And it seemed like the only chance

to go free was to say I did it, and I-

Gee, what a mess you're in.

I know it. No, I'm not.

Everything's gonna be all right

if you'll just be quiet.

But if you say anything,

that'll be the end with Ken-

you know how he is-

and I'll go to jail for perjury.

Isn't that better than

going to the chair? Daisy!

Oh. I didn't mean to scare you.

You- You didn't scare me.

Understand this, Daisy.

It's too late to change anything now.

You'd ruin my life. You'd spoil Ken's big

chance. You'd put an end to everything.

Are you ready in there?

Just a moment.

Is that clear?

I guess so.

Hey! I don't belong here... yet.

Will you cut that out?

You and those darned balloons.

Afraid, George?

Afraid of a penny's worth of rubber?

You know, th- this is life, George.

Uh, so, you try to live

by blowing hot air into it.

Year after year.

Year after year...

un-until...

finally you're like this,

with a fat, round body,

and the skin tight all over you.

You- This is life, George.

And then what happens?

Something happens. Anything happens.

And

- And this is what life does, George. Look, look.

Look at what life does.

Sad, isn't it?

You're quite a fellow, ain't you, Charley? Quite

a ''philosopholizer.'' Goin' to court today?

I go to court every day. There's life

for you, life with its back to the wall.

You see the balloons there, all right,

the ones that were fat and round and tight.

Eh, but they're collapsed now.

Just shrunken, shriveled shells,

fit only for the laboratory

of a great criminologist.

A great criminologist.

A great criminologist!

Sure, I hear you,

Charley. Take it easy. Eh.

Take this balloon here,

this, uh- this Helen Bartlett.

Oh, yeah, quite a case.

Her husband's defending her too.

Look at her.! She's no murderer. Huh?

Ah, any great criminologist

could see that.

She's full and round and tight,

like she hasn't even begun to shrink.

She's not full and round and tight.

What're you lookin' at?

You're blind. You're a fool.

Yeah, but you're okay,

ain't ya, Charley?

- I am the greatest.

- Sure. You're the greatest everything.

What does it matter to you

if a girl admits killing a guy?

- You know everything, don't you, Charley?

- I am a student of life.

Now you're talkin'.

Now you're talkin'.

You're better than me, ain't

you, Charley? You know I am.

You're better than me and my whole

family all piled up, ain't you, Charley?

I don't know why I listen.

Perhaps you amuse me.

Thanks a lot. How would you like

for me to buy you another drink?

Go ahead, if you must.

You're not crazy, are you,

Charley? Of course I'm not.

Then what makes you think

I'm gonna buy you another drink?

Would that life were

all as simple as you.

Hi, Charley.

What do you think?

She hasn't got a chance.

She'll fry.

One more.

That's all. Clear the corridor.

You can't shove me!

I'm a taxpayer!

Yeah? Where's your receipt?

Oh!

Will be called upon to use

every fiber of your moral strength...

in maintaining

a straight and true course...

on the well-chartered

but tempestuous sea of reason.

There is one thing

that cannot be denied-

law is law, andjustice is

the accomplishment of that law.

We must cling to this clear thought

as this trial progresses...

through the man-made maze

of distractions,

diversions, duplicities.

For such is the nature of humankind to

light a beacon and then surround it with fog!

There will be cheap, tawdry, theatrical

appeals to your emotions, ladies and gentlemen.

The defendant's pretty eyes will be dimmed

with cute little tears as she tells her story,

and her dress will be

a black, simple-

Pardon me, Your Honor. With your

permissin, I'd like to remove this coat.

- The heat.

- In view of the almost unprecedented humidity,

I think the dignity of the court

will suffer little by such an exposure.

Permissin granted.

Now, let's see.

Where were we?

Oh, yes. Her dress.

Her dress- Oh, thank you,

Your Honor.

Her dress will be a simple,

black little affair,

with hat and purse to match,

such as it is today.

And you will wonder,

as they want you to wonder,

how such a pale, fragile,

well-manicured hand...

could drag out a gat and fire two slugs

through a gentleman's head!

Did you hear that?

Why don't you pop him one?

He isn't even warm yet.

But facts are facts,

and we will prove without doubt...

that the defendant coolly

and deliberately placed a revolver...

in her otherwise harmless little bag,

with the express intention of shooting

two holes through Otto Krayler-

that Helen Bartlett,

seated before you in defiant calm,

is guilty of ruthless,

cold, merciless murder-

murder in the first degree, murder that

calls for payment with her very life!

Order in the court.!

Order.!

Order in the court.!

Order.

Where did you

first see Mrs. Bartlett?

I caught her sneaking into Krayler's

house with her friend Daisy McClure.

She said she came after her hat

and coat and purse.

- I questioned her.

- What do you mean, ''questioned her''?

You told her, you big lug!

Order in the court.

Do you know her?

She'll fry.

Order. Miss McClure,

one more outburst

and you'll be held in contempt.

Proceed.

So I questioned her,

and she confessed to the murder.

Then she denied it,

then she confessed again,

then she denied it, then-

Oh!

I got the call about 10:00 Wednesday

morning from the homicide bureau...

and found the defendant-

I mean, the deceased-

laying- uh, lying face down

on the floor-

I mean, the rug.

So I examined the rug-

or the, uh, body...

and found that death was caused by

two bullets fired into his range-

I mean, two bullets fired at close range

into his lead- uh, head.

Now, Miss Baggart, at the time

Mr. Krayler was murdered...

and at the same time, naturally,

when Mrs. Bartlett told the butler...

that she was Mr. Krayler's new secretary,

by whom were you employed?

By Mr. Krayler.

And what was your official capacity?

I was his private secretary.

Oh, now, now, now,

Miss Baggart. [ realize...

you're stirred with a genuine grief

over the untimely end...

of an honorable, kind employer,

but I must ask these few questions.

He was a wonderful man,

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