You did what, Sergeant Holcomb? You put Perry Mason and Della Street in separate holding cells, and then you had the both of them strip searched? Oh, son, you just made a huge mistake. That is so not on. You are so going down.
OK, let’s back up a bit. Diane Regis, she with the shiner, has made her way to Mason’s office dressed in a fur coat and not much underneath. Seems as though her employer’s step-son (she’s a radio actress, employed to read articles for him as he has problems with his eyes, oh, and he is also a mining tycoon, as is par for the usual in Mason west coast rich types), slapped her around when she wouldn’t concede to his charms, planted some diamonds in her purse, and is now, in cahoots with his mom, accusing her of stealing from them. Well then. Obviously, no one is going to believe the hussy what with the black eye and all. But then things go from bad to worse when she is now accused of murder as well.
Enjoy a little 1944 tobacco power play. Mason offered Della Street a cigarette. Bartsler (Diane’s employer) declined one and took a cigar from his humidor. Mason, in turn, declined one of Bartsler’s cigars, and lit his own and Della’s cigarettes. Well then. I guess we all know where we stand now. ;
And also, I know that it was pre-Me Too times but I was disappointed that Diane didn’t file physical assault charges against the rich douche bro who gave her the black eye. It’s not as if you don’t have a lawyer RIGHT THERE. Seriously, girl.