Perry Mason was back in tune tonight. This was the story of a pianist who was forced into retirement for physical reasons and his lovely young protégé.
Business manager Andrew: I’ve compiled the information you wanted. You’re broke.
Pianist: There are so many ways to be broke, Andrew.
Andrew: You’re broke in all of them. Finis, kaput, hasta la vista.
PM: All right, Worthington. I’m familiar with all the rationalizations people use to escape their responsibilities as citizens.
PM: You lied, Worthington?
Worthington: Sorry, Mr. Mason.
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Tragg: Even if Worthington lied, he made us think in terms of murder.
Tragg: The reason you’re not getting any answers is you’re asking the questions from the wrong point of view.
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PM: Lieutenant, do you have a warrant?
Tragg: Yes.
Confessor: The car kept rolling forward faster and faster. I couldn’t stop it! I couldn’t stop it!
In the wrap-up, the protégé gives Perry an album she just cut. She leaves and the Mason-keteers are talking about her first concert at some point in the future.
PM (to Della): Tell her to send us four tickets.
Paul Drake: Four? There are only three of us.
PM: Oh, you should be able to find a blonde ... music lover.