Last night's episode of Perry Mason dealt with a rascal named Fletcher (dark-haired James Coburn) who had taken control of a staid magazine publishing house and intended to make it profitable with stories and photos that were titillating. The
magazine that focused on the home would feature bedroom tips, for instance. Cover shots of women wearing seamed hosiery, things like that.
Perry was advising a couple of men who came to see him about the publishing business.
Poetry magazine publisher: My creditors' children are cold and hungry.
PM: Why do you keep on publishing a magazine that has such limited appeal?
PM to the former editor who didn't want his family business to get smutty: Only the post office can really stop men like your Mr. Fletcher.
(Perry and Paul visit a photographer who has experience with the seamy side of his business. He knew Fletcher back when Fletch was taking racy pictures of young women.)
Photog: I ain't surprised he was murdered. At least 500 girls coulda done it. Plus 500 guys whose girls he made cheesecake out of.
(Perry takes his leave, as the photographer continues his shooting of the blonde in a flimsy outfit standing in front of a large fan.)
PM: You don't mind sticking around for awhile, do you?
PD: Oh, no, no, no. (Paul takes a moment to refocus his eyes.)
The stuffy ex-editor's wife is on trial for murder. She'd posed for Fletcher back in the day.
Except for this guy!
Perry was advising a couple of men who came to see him about the publishing business.
Poetry magazine publisher: My creditors' children are cold and hungry.
PM: Why do you keep on publishing a magazine that has such limited appeal?
PM to the former editor who didn't want his family business to get smutty: Only the post office can really stop men like your Mr. Fletcher.
(Perry and Paul visit a photographer who has experience with the seamy side of his business. He knew Fletcher back when Fletch was taking racy pictures of young women.)
Photog: I ain't surprised he was murdered. At least 500 girls coulda done it. Plus 500 guys whose girls he made cheesecake out of.
(Perry takes his leave, as the photographer continues his shooting of the blonde in a flimsy outfit standing in front of a large fan.)
PM: You don't mind sticking around for awhile, do you?
PD: Oh, no, no, no. (Paul takes a moment to refocus his eyes.)
The stuffy ex-editor's wife is on trial for murder. She'd posed for Fletcher back in the day.
PM: Were you ever introduced to an
Alyce Nash?
Poetry magazine guy: No, I picked her
up on a boat ride to Catalina. (Laughter among spectators)
Witness: I'm not used to testifying
like this. I mean, no one's memory ...
PM: No one's memory is perfect.
Except for this guy!
Prosecutor: And what time was it that you saw the defendant leaving Fletcher's apartment?
Neighbor: Five and one-half minutes
after three a.m.