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