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He was lying in there, a .38 slug in his chest.
Mr. G. Andrews.
during the time you and Dr. Callison
( slow dramatic theme playing )
That's right. But I came back.
whether Mr. Borden could be disturbed.
I call Mr. Jasper Horn to the stand, please.
Della, get hold of George Andrews.
FRANK: Hm?
the gist of the conversation you had with Mr. Andrews
What did you do while he was gone?
in Mr. Borden's name?
I think you could've rested earlier
but I wonder if I might first call
Thank you, Mr. Mason.
that nothing material has been changed,
slightly to the left of the median line,
and I'm all bruised and skinned.
I'm subject to nosebleed.
BURGER: What type blood?
I don't know that either.
I remember that, Mr. Mason.
Yes, sir, I can.
Quite a bit.
Well, the car that, uh, Dawn Manning and I were in,
( chuckles )
Uh-huh, Loretta Harper, Apartment 7E.
unless he made a deal with Borden.
No questions.
at the Dorman Apartments?
binding the defendant over.
Yes, sir.
I ask you if you recognize it.
in the murder of Wilfred Borden.
Just a minute, Mr. Mason.
Boy, it sure took you a long time
and open at 6 in the morning.
would it not?
Well, while we were waiting in the den
Here.
That's right.
That's right.
Did you wish to put this witness on the stand?
I'd like to clear up.
about the dogs always being loose at that time.
Let's go, hm?
That's where I was tonight.
The witness could not possibly tell who was on the other end.
( dog barking )
Did you report the accident?
She was treating one of the dogs?
the electric gate started closing,
to the other employees in the store, were you not?
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That'll be all.
I figure about a quarter of 10.
The state has not made such a contention.
DENNISON: I am.
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Besides, I wasn't driving.
FETTRIDGE: Yes.
as being on the other end of that telephone conversation.
He's still sleeping it off, Loretta.
I object, Your Honor.
How do you do?
You've made an accusation that Dawn Manning
And what type of blood was it?
and interrupted him taking pictures,
An alarm sounded,
Why did he kill Borden, Mr. Mason?
Sometimes he got models through me.
However, you don't have to worry about the inspectors anymore.
Well, I just finished that.
I tell ya, it isn't my gun.
That's all, Mr. Horn. Thank you.
That's right.
How do you do?
She started to drive like crazy
Not usually, but frequently.
No, not for several months.
and who might be wandering around the estate--
I told him I felt sure
Please do.
He said he would shoot Borden through his conniving heart
You're positive, then?
Objection, Your Honor.
I guess she grew up to be a big one.
I don't know how the gun got in my car.
and she gave our client the name of Beatrice Cornell.
Mm-hm.
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Yes. What time?
I passed out.