Perry Mason: The Case of the Scandalous Scoundrel

Thank you for.

Watching.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Jordan.

I wake you, Perry?

Oh, that's all right.

I wanted to catch you before you checked out.

I'm, uh, flying back to L.A.

in the morning.

Did you finish the book?

I got up to the part about the...

chandelier crashing down.

You see what I mean about the character called James Whitten?

Yes, I do.

Just tell me if I can slap David Hall with a libel suit.

He's a favorite of an old friend who may someday publish your memoirs.

You have to ask yourself three things, Jordan.

First...

is anyone else going to see similarities

between the Whitney character and you?

Everybody who knows me will.

That's a lot of people.

Was there any malicious intent on David's part?

There sure was.

He thinks he got her off.

He only published his last book.

It's his way of getting back at me.

Third, don't you think you should at least talk to him

before you go suing him?

He's one of your most profitable writers, isn't he?

Of course.

The troublemakers always are.

All right.

He's asked me to fly to Colorado this weekend to meet with him.

This will be the first item on the agenda.

Are you gonna be some place where I can reach you?

Jordan, you don't need me for this.

Use one of your attorneys.

You've got me in enough trouble with David as it is.

My plane's about to leave, Perry.

I'll talk to you from Colorado.

Wait.

Jordan?

Mr. White, I'm Andrew Lloyd.

I'm David Hall's assistant.

We met two years ago, remember?

I remember.

David will be joining us for dinner just as soon as everyone arrives.

Everyone arrives?

I thought I was seeing David alone.

Oh, no, no, no.

You must have misunderstood.

Susan!

This is Susan Warrenfield.

She's the assistant manager here at the Briarcliff.

Hello.

How do you do?

Susan will show you to your room.

All right.

Well, if you'll just follow me...

Come on.

Okay,

here we are.

Why do I get the feeling nobody's here?

Mr. Hall has taken over the hotel for the weekend.

Are you related to the Warrenfield

that built the place?

Yes, my grandfather.

Family still have it?

No, they haven't for years.

Actually, I just started working here about three weeks ago.

I finished hotel management last fall.

Here you go.

Here's your room.

Here you go.

If you need anything, uh, just let me know, okay?

Thank you.

It looks like we're dining together.

Have a seat, Mr. White.

Do I know you?

I'm Donald Sayer.

It's all right if you don't remember.

Actually, we've never met.

He wants you and the rest of America

to believe he's a psychic.

You look familiar.

Oh, you've probably seen my picture in the papers.

I do a syndicated column,

Oh, yes, of course.

You're the astrologer.

Quite so.

I have a small gift for doing astrological charts.

Hello.

Well, what a surprise.

David invited all of you for the weekend, too?

I thought I was the only one.

Oh, I'm afraid not, darling.

Mara McGuire, I'd like you to meet Jordan White.

How do you do?

How do you do?

This is Donald Sayer...

Hello.

Hello.

And Michael Light.

Hello.

Hello.

And so?

You, I've seen.

You, I've heard of.

You, I don't know from Adam.

The conglomerate he runs publishes David's books.

Oh, I see.

I starred in the movie they made

of David's second novel.

You know, Cry of the Dead?

I thought you were marvelous.

I've never seen anyone look quite so dead

and yet so... attractive.

Thank you.

I think.

Where's David?

Oh, he's, uh, running a little late.

While we're waiting, David asked me to explain the reason for inviting you here.

This is not strictly a social gathering;

it has to do with his new book, The Resort.

He'd love for you all to read it,

so he's left copies in your rooms.

How thoughtful.

Yes.

You may find some similarity

to the characters in the book and yourselves.

Each of them had a tragic experience.

One with drowning, Mr. White; One with prison, Mr. Saver; One with fire,

Mr. Light; And one with suicide, Ms. McGuire.

Yes, you will find David's book

is undoubtedly his finest work to date,

and so the faint-hearted are advised to take heed.

Let's have some wine, shall we?

White or red?

Oh, white, please.

You tell your employer I've lost my appetite and my patience.

If he wants to see me,

it'll have to be in the morning.

I'm with him.

And I'm with her.

No, wait, please!

David said he'd be right down.

This is just one of his silly practical jokes.

You know David.

Yes, don't we?

I

Didn't come here to be the butt of a sadistic practical joke!

I had a feeling something like this would happen.

Enough.

Thank you for coming.

You're here because, you must admit,

you all needed to be taught a lesson.

A lesson?!

A lesson in what?

People look at what I write...

and say that I'm possessed.

Frankly, even I used to think that.

And I realized we are all possessed.

We all lived with demons.

With our own personal horrors.

Not the ones that spring from fear,

but the ones that come from guilt.

Some of you are frauds.

Or fakes.

Or cheap imitations.

And it's what you really are

that haunts your dreams.

You are your own...

worst nightmare.

You maniac!

I'm not to overlook those of you who have your own flesh and blood on your hands.

You're sick!

Mr. White,

Mr. White,

please. I want nothing to do with you. Or anything you write.

I'll see you in hell first!

In.

Here in the morning. First thing.

Hello?

It's David.

Listen, it's very important that we talk.

After what you did?

Don't hang up, please.

I'm sorry.

It was a tasteless and totally insensitive thing for me to do.

I'm sorry.

But we must talk, Jordan, now.

Meet me in the bar in five minutes.

No tricks, I promise.

Oh, God. Mr. White,

you scared me.

You scared me.

What were you doing down there?

I was taking inventory.

The last of my daily duties here.