Perry Mason: The Case of the Fatal Fashion

Thank you for.

Watching.

Just toast this morning.

Yes, ma'am.

Wheat toast.

I was watching the weather report this morning.

It's gonna be a beautiful day, Miss Draper.

Beautiful day.

Yes, it certainly is.

Of course, these days no line would be complete without something for the working woman.

Therefore, I created these.

Very nice.

I think we can do some business.

Thank you.

My things should do very well in your stores.

Looks like what I've heard is true.

What have you heard?

That you're back from the dead.

I prefer to think of it as having been on a creative sabbatical.

Excuse me, Mr. Sambatini, somebody's here to see you.

Take a closer look.

I'll be right back.

Hello, Marco.

Hello, Marco.

A buyer?

With any luck.

What can I do for you?

Let's talk.

In private.

Also, a microphone was pointed at you, Marco.

Recorded every word you said.

Do you want to hear the tape?

No.

Good.

Because every time I hear it, I get very angry.

What are you going to do?

I am going to Bury you two.

You're going to print this?

Next issue of Sweet 2000.

Editor's column.

You can't do that.

Why not?

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell everybody what a sorry piece of scum you are.

I'll pay you anything you want.

I have connections you can't believe.

Keep those.

I have copies.

Oh, by the way, Marco, your new line looks fabulous.

Too bad no one's going to want to touch it after I get through with you.

I have bad news.

What?

Good morning.

The messages are on your desk.

Everyone's in the conference room.

Here's your coffee.

And Tanya Sloan is inside waiting for you.

She's what?

I'm sorry, Ms. Draper.

I couldn't stop her.

Lacey.

She just came bodging in, saying that she absolutely had to talk to you and that

she'd do something horrible if any of us tried to make her leave.

So, Tanya, what is this horrible thing you're threatening to do?

A scene from that play you boned in last year?

That's not funny.

Interesting, that's exactly what the critics said.

In fact, dear, shouldn't you be at an acting class or something?

For your information, I fly to Los Angeles tomorrow to meet with Kevin.

He wants me to co-star in his next picture.

So, go home and pack.

Not until I know if it's true.

If what is true?

I heard you're going to write about me in your next column.

Should I, Tanya?

Have you been a naughty girl?

I have worked too hard to get where I am.

I am not going to let you ruin me.

Tanya, two sayings come to mind.

You made your bed, now lie in it.

And, if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen.

And I do mean, get out.

Here's one for you, Diane.

What goes around, comes around.

Bimbo.

Who shot these?

Kim Weatherly.

Oh, they're very good.

Must be all that practice he got in Newark.

Okay, go with these three.

Okay?

All right.

Let's look at the layout.

Come on, come on.

All right.

This is cluttered, juvenile, unacceptable.

Do it over.

Diane, we go to press tomorrow.

Not with that layout, we don't.

Look.

Look, if I'm gone by the time you finish, bring that over to my apartment tonight.

And if it's still not right, your next assignment will be to clean out your desk.

Got it?

All right, Julia, what's next?

Uh, pages 95 through 97, aren't you?

Uh, I can't.

Excuse me.

Mr. Avery, it's 1210 and you have a 1230 luncheon.

All right.

Everybody back here at two.

Thank you, Gerard.

Would you like a cocktail?

Why do you wait?

Just the usual.

Mineral water with a splash of lime juice.

Very good.

Seltzer with lime, table four.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

Your name?

Mason.

Perry Mason.

Ah, it'll just be a moment, Mr. Mason.

Good luck.

They're busy.

That's good.

That means they haven't changed chefs since the last time we were here.

Uh-huh.

Uh, Lauren?

Della Street, what a surprise.

I've been trying to reach you.

Perry, you remember Lauren Jeffries?

Of course.

Nice to see you again.

What are you doing in New York?

Perry's receiving an award from the American Bar Association.

Congratulations.

Della deserves it just as much as I do.

I can believe that.

You know, I still think the woman behind the man story that we did on you was the best in the whole series.

In fact, it was probably the best we've ever done, period.

Come on.

Listen, how is Metropolitan doing?

Oh, it's doing great.

The magazine practically runs itself these days.

Then you could join us for lunch.

Well, actually, I have plans.

I just dropped in here and I have work to do.

But I really do want to see you.

How long are you going to be in town?

Just till Friday.

Well, call my office this afternoon.

We'll figure out something, okay?

Oh, wonderful.

I'd love it.

Mr. Mason, this way, please.

I'll be right with you, sir.

It's only common courtesy to return a phone call.

We have a deadline.

I was too busy.

May I sit down?

I am waiting for someone.

Then I'll keep you company.

Very interesting.

Diane Draper chatting with Lauren.

Should I know who Diane Draper is?

Only if you read the fashion magazines.

She runs a magazine, Sweet 2000.

It's Metropolitan's biggest competition.

Very tough lady.

Is she and Lauren competitors?

More like bitter rivals.

Now, why in the hell would I want to waste my column on you?

Because the way things are going, my magazine is going to overtake yours within a year, and you are desperate.

Ha, you wish.

I know how you operate, Diane.

I know how it turns you on to hurt people.

All I do is sell magazines.

Oh, yes.

By digging through people's garbage, and then tearing them to pieces in that column of yours every month.

Look, all I do is tell it like it is.

Not about me you don't.

What the hell is that?

A threat?

A warning.

Have a nice day.

Newark.

Julie, what do you mean she said something about Newark?

She said something about you getting a lot of practice there.

Did she say what she meant by that?

No, it was an offender remark.

She didn't mean anything by it.

Is she in?

No.

Even if she was, she wouldn't want to talk to her.

We publish tomorrow.

Kim, these are great.

I'll tell you what.

As soon as Diane gets off the warpath, I'll pass them along, all right?

You seen a column?

For next month?

No, she never writes until the very last minute.