PAUL BRYAN'S JOURNAL
From the diary about this episode:
The story "Where Mystery Begins" starts during the diary pages about The Assassin
and resumes after Carol
Saturday, January 8
Got up early and had another read through the Brode case material, then off to the hospital. Shawe was as distasteful as ever. Very oddly, when the rumor started going round after Christmas that I might be returning to HSD, he'd especially asked Ben for my services as a way of calling in his chit.
Why he would want me to serve on a murder trial when half the firm would be more qualified than I is a mystery, but it's only a couple days of virtually robot work, and might be interesting.
Or am I just using every opportunity to justify my presence in San Francisco? Not really convinced at first, in the end I told him that I'd be willing to handle the case, which resumes on Tuesday.
It's actually a fascinating assignment. Closest thing to an eye witness to the murder plus a recanted confession, and statements under truth serum that Shawe is convinced will be accepted in Court.
This I must read! Told him that, if he were playing games with me, he'd regret it, but still am drawn to the case. Must be the frustrated criminal lawyer in me that was smothered when I left the DA's office.
Went over to Mark Nettlinger's then, and he indicated that everything was in order as per what Pete and I wanted and were willing to be obligated to.
Our resident Englishman, he also suggested that Pete and I retain a man named Bob Holcolm in London, since the partnership is being incorporated in the UK.
Over a drink he told me that he and Barbara were planning to spend February in Hawaii, but that he was looking for someone to take the boat over ahead of them.
He raised his eyebrows in a “would you like to?” manner, and I told him that the racing would probably keep me off the water for a while.
Back at Katie's, I discovered that she hadn't gone into work, and had little appetite, so made us a small snack before going out to a big auction, but she ate nothing.
Uncharacteristically agitated and tense over the commission to buy a pricey painting for a Chicago businessman, she was flushed, and I felt her pulse racing away.
Somehow, it seemed more than the auction, but I couldn't say why. She even seems to be taking longer than usual to get ready.
Waiting here for Dagen to meet me for dinner, and worried that he might not show. Might even be out killing Colby as I write.
The art auction was extremely interesting, and I got caught up in the whole thing, holding myself back from bidding on attractive lots that were going reasonably. Had to imagine myself behind the Mastin racer to control my hand from flying up any number of times.
Katie's target - Pondering By The Sea - went for a colossal amount, but within her budget, and I kept wondering if it was just the excitement of the occasion or whether she was coming down with a fever.
Perhaps it was even a little nervousness about our being seen in public together. When we got in the car to drive home, and I went to give her a congratulatory kiss, her skin felt like hot paper.
Didn't like leaving her alone, and called her maid to come over. But Kate kept assuring me that everything was fine, and I should keep the important appointment with Dagen, so after getting her to bed, I've come here, but would almost be glad enough if Dagen didn't show, so that I could go back to the apartment.
Yvette said that Katie was sleeping peacefully when I got back, and I found her forehead no longer so hot. Made myself a drink, and decided to put down some journal notes before studying the Brode case material.
Over dinner Dagen painted a miserable story of years and years of trouble with his bad leg - far worse than Colby had described. We talked about the diagnosis, and it got a lot heavier than I'd have liked, feeling drained from yesterday and this afternoon.
A little mixed up, and grasping at straws to try and get to the man, I suggested that he join me sailing Mark's boat to Hawaii - and he almost seemed to go for it. Seriously considering at least.
Left the restaurant with a good feeling when we were suddenly jumped by three thugs who appeared from out of nowhere. There was a fourth too, who had a gun on the police detective Jim had assigned to keep an eye on Dagen.
They worked Dagen over, and when I was able to free myself, the lot disappeared, the detective calling an ambulance. Jim accompanied me to Colby's, but he denied having anything to do with the assault.
…. Just like Dagen denied wanting to kill HIM, he added pregnantly. Furious, I told him that minutes before his thugs set on us, I'd gotten Dagen to agree to leave town with me - feeling certain that I could change his thinking on the voyage to Honolulu.
Jim was deeply annoyed as well, and said that he was withdrawing police protection for Colby. Lots of bad words between them, and I was wondering where this day was going.
Sunday, January 9
Awakened by a call from Pete that he'd won the Nile Grand Prix, and that Clive - even with engine trouble - had finished fourth. Our suspicions from the last race that the Darrells were taking the better car now put aside.
Pete was elated, said that the machine was a dream to drive, and gave me a blow-by-blow account of the race. Then I talked with Clive who was no less high, virtually drugged on the delight of racing again.
Rhona came on the line next, obviously overjoyed at all the developments, and I told her our contract suggestions would be couriered over on Monday or Tuesday, and if everything was OK, we'd get together for a signing at Riverside.
Kate turned down the breakfast I offered, only nibbling a little toast. While I was keen to look after her, she said that all she was going to do was sleep.
However, she was worrying about delivering the painting to Chicago on Tuesday, and I tried to put her mind at ease, saying that I'd be glad to fly there with it after Court.
She took a sedative then, and I noted that the prescription was from yesterday - but felt it better not to upset her with questions.
When Yvette arrived, felt it safe enough to go out for a couple hours, and met a reporter from the LA Times who was doing a profile about me for the race next weekend.
As they already have a PR staff, it made sense to leave team publicity to Mastin - as long as we had approval on anything going out about us, but they've been working overtime.
Making a big deal about Clive's return to driving. So I suppose this is a little sop to our side. However, as principal driver, it's Pete who should get the focus.
Afterwards, visited Dagen in the hospital, and he informed me that he'd be released later in the day, so I hurried back to Kate's, and found her asleep.
Now to tackle my examination of Dr. Brickow in the morning, and maybe even start putting together my closing summary from Shawe's notes - just in case we're that far tomorrow.
Monday, January 10
With Katie saying that she was feeling much better, and Yvette there, I checked in to the Fairmont suite HSD had offered me, in case my public profile might be raised by the Brode case.
Met Louise, and found it difficult to make a firm impression about her, as her cool and distant manner could be hiding almost anything from insecurity to guilt.
The Brickow testimony went well, and it was exhilarating to be in Court taking on a criminal case, but Judge Kleiner gave Coleman an adjournment until Monday to come up with experts to refute our surprise testimony.
Tuesday, January 18
Couldn't have been in worse shape to begin a long, long day of cutting-edge legal work, starting with an early-morning meeting with my old boss at the DA's office, Larry Coleman, showing me the stack of expert affidavits and witnesses he was bringing into Court, refuting the validity of statements made under narco-synthesis.
Followed this by a session with Louise Brode, who unequivocally refused to let me put her on the stand. I suppose, it was at this point that all the suspicions held about Shawe and possibly felonious activities in which he was involving me took solid form.
The cross examination of Coleman's expert witnesses was rough, as their credentials were impeccable and their testimony contradicting Dr. Brickow's conclusions rock solid.
Though it had been put into evidence that pre-coaching could overcome the effects of sodium pentathol, I did the best possible for my client, and tried to hold the thought that she was being honest.
After a couple hours, Coleman felt he'd made his point with the jury, and called no more witnesses, just submitting the rest of his arsenal in written form.
Judge Kleiner offered him the opportunity to sum up. and I was amazed, Coleman took it instead of waiting until tomorrow. He was incredibly swift, and finished before 1:30 pm. Riding high, he went for the jugular.
Rather than let Louise distract my emotions, I spent the lunch break cutting down my own summation. It went a lot better than I expected - especially considering my growing skepticism in the whole defense case. My appetite for criminal law was fast diminishing.
Judge Kleiner was equally quick with his instructions to the jury, and they went out at 4 pm. After ringing Kate, I went straight over to the hospital and confronted Shawe, but he'd admit to nothing, and while I was there, the jury had returned with a verdict.
Before going back to Court, I made a point of telling Shawe that if I found he coached Louise before she went under the sodium pentathol, I'd see that he never practiced law again.
In Court you could have knocked me over with a feather. The verdict was not guilty. I took Louise out for a few drinks, and instead of being relieved - which I suppose she was in a non-believing sort of way - she was incredibly tense, like ready to snap.
Even the alcohol didn't help, and she insisted that I leave her at a hotel instead of her home. She only agreed to return there when I said that I'd stay the night, but once we got there, and the reporters remained camped outside her door, she again demanded that I take her to a hotel.
Her tension had gotten to the breaking point, and I used the situation to infer that I knew that Shawe had coached her for Dr. Brickow sessions. The trick worked, but my return to the law …. to the Courtroom …. had found me immersed in fraud.
IN NEXT COLUMN
Shaw asks Paul to take over a murder case for him
Dr. Brickow gives expert testimony
Louise refuses to take the stand
Paul warns Shawe about his tricks
Louise tells Paul about her marriage
A tense Louise wants to leave soon as she gets home
Paul implies he knows Louise was coached
Paul tells Shawe he's filing a complaint against him
With Hanson's help, Paul locates Louise
Paul warns Louise to tell the truth at the hearing
Louise gives false testimony against Paul, then recants
Wednesday, January 19
Left the Brode house in the morning without seeing Louise, and went straight to the hospital where Shawe was about to be discharged.
Told him that I'd be starting proceedings against him for involving me in the felonious activities, and by evening it was all over the news that the Bar Council will be holding a preliminary hearing on Friday - thanks to influence by Ben du Pres to get the process started - and over - as rapidly as possible.
Shawe hid Louise, but a good detective found her for me at a poor-quality downtown hotel where I told her simply that she couldn't live with the not-guilty verdict.
Shawe, in his usual win-at-all-costs style, had deceived her into thinking that she'd get the gas chamber if she didn't go along with his scheme. Really don't know whether I convinced her at all, but have to pursue this case with all my might.
After leaving the Hancock, picked up Katie, and drove here to Carmel to get away from this mess for at least a day.
Thursday, January 20
Not at all blissful, we attempted to spend the day in contemplation, meditation and positive conversation.
While my lack of concentration made all that impossible, and we ended up talking about the Brode case for hours, there was at least the sound of the surf, my beloved's understanding company, and a sense of being away from things.
Though we drove back in the late afternoon, I think it was still worth the effort. Left Kate off at her place, and glad we had this time together, since she can't come with me to the race this weekend.
en route to Barbados
Friday, January 21
The Bar Council hearing this morning was totally surreal, and I probably played my own part in that.
After making my accusations regarding Shawe's conduct, Louise gave testimony that I was drunk on the night of the verdict, did all but assault her twice, and repeated that she was not coached by Shawe for the session with the psychiatrist nor guilty of her husband's murder.
My refusal to deny her accusations clearly left the panel with eyebrows raised, but just as they were closing the hearing, Louise recanted everything. At least Shawe will not be around to get loose some more dangerous murderer than Louise.
After taking her home, I drove to the airport, and now have but a few hours to get my racing head back on.
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A skiing accident puts criminal trial lawyer Martin Shawe in the hospital
He therefore asks Paul to take over defence of client Louise Brode who confessed to killing her husband.
Though suspicious of his highly competitive colleague, Paul takes the assignment.
Shawe has based his case on the testimony of a psychiatrist who interviewed the defendant under “truth serum.”
Although there is a precedent to not admitting such testimony, Paul is allowed to question this witness who states that Louise told him that she would have liked to kill her husband, but didn't.
The doctor believes that her confession was made out of guilt for having that desire.
Because the prosecution will present countless witnesses against the validity of the doctor's testimony, Paul asks Louise to take the stand.
Nevertheless, she refuses.
As the jury is about to come in, Paul visits Shawe in the hospital.
He tells the bed-ridden lawyer that, if he coached Louise before she was put under truth serum, Paul will see to it that Shawe never walks into a courtroom again.
Shawe counters that Paul is a hypocrite.
He declares, “if you loved the law so damn much, you wouldn't have sold out to go jetting around the world.”
Paul replies, “if I find out you coached Louise Brode before you took her to Brickow, I'll stop jetting around the world long enough ….”
But the phone interrupts his flow of conversation with the news that the jury has returned with a verdict - which is not guilty.
Paul takes Louise out for a drink and advises her that the district attorney will want to speak to her tomorrow as part of opening up a new investigation into who killed her husband.
She says that many people hated the man, and goes on to talk about the unfortunate marriage she began at the age of 17.
She says that she doesn't want to go home, but to a hotel. However, Paul counsels that will bring the press on her, and with servants at home, she'll be better off.
Louise remains reluctant, so Paul volunteers to stay in the guest room for the night.
Reporters surround the house and the phone is ringing, and Louise nervously begs Paul to take her to a hotel. He suggests that they wait until the reporters disperse. A tense silence exists between them as they sit opposite one another, Louise still in her fur coat, then she jumps from the sofa in panic to get out of the house. Paul stops her and says she must act as innocent as the jury found her, if not for her own sake, than for Shawe's. Paul implies that he was privy to everything about the defence of her case
Louise is inclined to ring the lawyer. Referring to the fact that Shawe may have coached her before the visit to the psychiatrist, Paul says she has nothing to fear, that he isn't trying to trap her, and in any case, she couldn't be tried twice for the same crime. It's Shawe who's in danger,
Paul tells her, because to use fraud or chicane in the defense of a client is not permitted, and when Shawe drilled her in what to say to Dr. Brickow, that was chicane, and could get him disbarred - even charged with a felony.
The truth emerges when Louise says“why didn't you tell me that you knew?”
When Paul confronts him, Shawe is defiant, but Paul's first tactic is reasonable, saying that if Shawe had levelled with him, he would have refused the case, and let Shawe be his own conscience ….. but now, Paul must make sure Shawe never enters a court again.
Shawe is derisive about Paul's ethics, but Paul says that Shaw not only committed fraud, but also involved Paul in it.
And he adds that next time, Shawe could let loose a pathological killer.
Paul leaves quoting Edmund Burke, “where mystery begins, justice ends.”
Shawe phones Louise immediately, and gets her to hide out at a down-at-heel hotel, but with assistance, Paul locates her.
At first she refuses to speak to him, but unable to reach Shawe, she finally lets him in. He talks to her about the murder and her actions, and says that she can't live with the verdict.
Paul asks her to tell the truth at the Shawe hearing, and says that she can live with that honesty.
Louise tells him she had been under the impression that she might have received a death sentence, but Shawe never told her that would have been impossible in this sort of case.
Paul replies, that if convicted, she could have gotten parole within four years. It appears clear that Shawe's only motive was winning at all costs.
Nevertheless, at the hearing, Louise testifies that she wasn't coached. Then Shawe's lawyer asks her about the evening of the verdict, and Louise claimss that Paul repeatedly made unwanted advances at her. Paul asks her no questions, nor denies or confirms her accusation, but merely looks at Louise closely.
The hearing is recessed, and as the panel gets up to leave, Louise suddenly recants her testimony, saying that Shawe coached her for a week to make Dr. Bricklow believe she didn't kill her husband, but that she did.
Notes & Comments:
At last, this is an episode indicative of the standard Run For Your Life maintained for much of the series run.
Paul Bryan, perhaps recovered from the initial shock of his diagnosis, displays the traits most associated with him - strength of character, a great sense of morality, compassion and intellect - as opposed to the casual vagabond who inhabited the pilot and first six outings.
The story is strong and holds together well with a variety of scenes to keep up the visual interest, and enough twists to be fascinating as well as thought-provoking.
Though one must suspend logic a bit that Paul would take on any legal case at all, much less one in a field apparently not his, perhaps it can be accepted that this is a diversion akin to his others.
Fine performances by the entire cast make this a star episode.
Jo Swerling Jr.
Director of Photography
John L. Russell A.S.C.
Robert Watts A.C.E.
John McCartey &
Color by Pathe
Editorial Dept. Head
David J. O'Connell
Costumes by Burton Miller
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