Perry Mason

It's just beautiful, Mr. Tulloch.

It was worth waiting seven years to get a bloom.

Just look at the width and texture of that dorsal sepal.

It was all your idea.

I'm thinking we should name it

the Mildred Kimber in your honour.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

That's what I like, modesty.

I always say if a person has something on the ball,

he doesn't have to brag.

Hey, what did you do to get this feathery throat?

You use a Brasso?

- Would you put this away, please? - Afraid I'll steal it?

Now, Tulloch, be sure and put it in a good, safe place. Ha-ha.

That orchid will bring in 20, 30,000 a year.

With your Black Tiger and White Queen,

you've got a little gold mine here.

What can I do for you, Mr. Marlow?

Well, I heard you were sick.

Well, I'm much better now. Thank you.

Well, I don't understand why you don't like me, Mrs. Kimber.

You ask anyone about Harry Marlow.

I have.

Hmm. So I served a little time.

After all, if I hadn't gone to San Quentin,

I wouldn't have learned to appreciate the beauties of nature.

You wouldn't think a big, fat slob like me would--

Sure. I don't kid myself.

I know what I look like.

But that don't mean, inside, I don't like nice things.

I'd make a good partner for you, Mrs. Kimber.

With my connections--

I'm not interested in your connections.

Okay, we could keep it quiet. I could be a sort of silent partner.

No, thank you.

I suppose if I were a pretty boy like your husband, it would be different.

Funny. You take a smart woman like you

and a young punk comes along and makes with the-- All the charm--

- Get out. - No, Tulloch.

That's what I like, devoted help.

I've got a couple of boys feel the same way about me.

It's enough to make a man's blood boil. If I could--

What? What is it?

- My pills, in my purse. - Yes. Yes.

Good evening, Mr. Curtis. You know your way, sir.

Certainly, Mack.

You can all get in.

Is it honest? I mean, the wheel?

Absolutely. Take my word for it.

I know the owner personally. Sam Lynk. As straight as they come.

Open for 500.

You would, Lynk.

You'd like to cash in, Mr. Marlow?

I raise 5.

You're a fool, Kimber.

Too rich for my blood.

I think you're bluffing.

I'll try another raise.

Into a pat hand?

There's my bet.

Have the last one, Lola.

Thanks.

Don't let him scold you, honey.

Next time Harry will bring you two boxes.

Mr. Lynk's office.

It's Miss Carling.

Hello, baby.

I'm lonesome, sweetie.

You've been at that silly game since 8:00 last night.

When are you coming out for air?

Right after this hand.

I'll go home and change first.

I should be over at your place around 12:30.

I'll be waiting.

Your thousand and a thousand more.

How much have you got there, Mr. Kimber?

Two, 3, 5,000.

That's my bet.

Five thousand to call.

Aces full.

Sorry.

Not good enough.

Settle with her, gentlemen. Please.

Well, I know what I've worked with before.

Five thousand.

And this is for the service.

You're sweet, Mr. Marlow.

That'll be 37,000, Mr. Kimber.

I'll need a blank cheque.

I'm sorry, Mr. Kimber. No more cheques.

- What's the idea? - No offence.

It's just that your cheques aren't always reliable, Mr. Kimber.

All right.

I brought along some securities worth 35, $40,000.

You'll have to give me a chance to redeem them.

Hundred shares of Orchids Unlimited.

Do you have the right to transfer this stock, Mr. Kimber?

Of course I do.

I think you can take his word for it, Lynk.

I happen to know his wife made him trustee for 49 percent of her business.

You--

He deserved that. Take him down to the car, Welsh, and let him cool off.

You better get out, Marlow.

Sure. I'll just take that stock and be on my way.

Tomorrow.

And bring another 10,000 in cash.

Forty thousand was our agreement, Sam.

You've already been paid in full.

Good night, Marlow.

What's the idea, Sam?

My services come higher for people I dislike.

Come in, come in, whoever you are.

Darling, where have you been?

Oh, hi, chicken.

Hey,

what are you doing out of bed?

Bob, where have you been since last night?

Me? Ha.

Where have I been?

Business, chicken. Important business.

You haven't been near the shop in days. Tulloch told me.

Chicken.

Oh, Bobby's been out of town,

drumming up customers for Mildred's orchids.

Big deal.

You're gonna be proud.

Proud of little old Bob.

Ah.

Very proud.

Harry Marlow came in the nursery tonight.

- That flabby-mouthed-- - Bob.

He talked and acted like he was coming into the business.

Flabby-mouthed Marlow.

- Bob, where's that stock - Flabby-mouth.

I signed over to you?

- Stock? - Do you still have it?

Yeah.

Sure.

Wouldn't let stock out of my hands.

Bob, you're lying.

Does Marlow have it?

- Bob, answer me. - I know, I know.

I promised I wouldn't go near that place again.

But I felt lucky.

Bob, who has the stock?

Lynk.

Sam Lynk.

Little card game.

But don't you worry, chicken.

Little old Bob will take care of everything.

You just leave--

Leave everything to little old Bob.

And in this merger,

the corporate assets of Pacific Midland Railroad

will be legally--

Perry Mason's office.

No, I'm sorry, he's busy--

Just a minute, please.

It's Mildred Kimber.

Kimber? Of Orchids Unlimited?

She says it's a personal matter.

Yes, Mrs. Kimber.

Mr. Mason, I must see you immediately.

I'm completely snowed under.

Would tomorrow at, um,

- Ten-thirty. - 10:30 be satisfactory?

- Couldn't you make it tonight? - No, Mrs. Kimber, I'm sorry.

All right.

Tomorrow morning at 10:30, then.

I think you should have seen her, Perry.

She's convalescing from a heart attack.

She wouldn't call at this time unless it was vital.

So is this brief vital, to a railroad and several thousand stockholders.

Now, where were we?

- I wanna see Mr. Lynk, please. - Mr. Lynk isn't here.

You tell him Mrs. Kimber must see him immediately.

I'm sorry, he really isn't here, Mrs. Kimber.

- Where can I reach him? - I have no idea.

Excuse me, please.

Hold it, Mack.

Wait a minute, Mrs. Kimber.

We'd better have a little talk, you and me.

- Who are you? - Lola Florey.

What is it you want, Miss Florey?

To help you.

And maybe get a little dirt off my hands in the process.

Come back this way. Sam Lynk has too many eyes out here.

This ought to be private enough.

I can trust you, can't I?

If Sam Lynk ever found out I tried to skunk on him--

- You can trust me. - All right.

I know why you wanna see Lynk. But it's no use.

He'll never return the stock.

Not unless you're ready to bargain with Harry Marlow.

So Marlow is involved.

Involved?

He made a deal with Sam Lynk to fleece Bob in a crooked poker game.

Only, Sam pulled a switch

and upped the price of the stock from 40 to 50,000.

- What? - Now, don't get excited.