.title Perry the Mason
.fg 20
.c;^&Perry the Mason\&
.s
.c;Paul Smitherman
.nmpg 1
.page
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.lm 8.p -8.at
Jones: Boy, this is a tricky wall. It's going to be tough to finish.
Barker: I haven't had to measure for a brick cut in years. This really
 is tough... cut one at 5 and 3/4.
Jones: Right. (chops brick) (mysterious hand knocks brick off onto Barker's
 head)
Jones: Jesus, Harry, are you all right? Oh my God, he's dead!!!
 (Foreman appears)
Jones: Bos, boss, Harry, he's ... he's ...
Boss: Yea, I saw. Boys, haul him out. Now, Jones, get back to work. This
 is Perry Masonry. He's going to help you out.
Jones: Gee whiz, Perry, it's like he was there and then I turned around,
 and he was dead !!!
Mason: He wasn't wearing his helment.
Jones: Yea... Oh my God!!
Mason: What?
Jones: It doesn't fit! This brick doesn't fit!! Harry told me to cut
 it to 5 and 3/4 and I did, and now it doesn't fit... Ahhhh!!!
Harrison: I always knew you couldn't lay bricks, Jones, and now I got proof.
 See you in the foreman's office, pal!! Ha, ha, ha!
 (Dramatic Blackout)
.s
IN THE FOREMAN'S OFFICE:
.s
Harrison: Tell us again, Mr. Jones, just what Harry Barker told you.
Jones: Well, he told me to cut the brick at 5 and 3/4, and I did,
 and then he was dead!
Harrison: And you cut the brick?
Jones: yea...
Harrison: And it didn't fit?
Jones: Yea, I just don't get it.
Harrison: Boss, it's clear to me that Jones can't cut or lay bricks. I say you
 should fire him!!!
Mason: I object, Boss!
Boss: Sustained, we can't tell anything yet, Jim. Perry?
Mason: Now, Mr. Jones, is this Barker's ruler?
Jones: Yea, here it is.
Mason: It's just as I thought, Boss. Barker's ruler is in centimetres, and
 Jones' is standard.
Jones: Of course. He meant 5 and 3/4 centimetres and I cut it to
 5 and 3/4 inches.
Boss: Well, it looks like you're off the hook, Jones.
Mason: Yes, but we've still got a big problem, Boss.
Boss: What's that, Perry?
Mason: Why was Harry Barker using a metric ruler. All the boys are supposed
 to use standard!!!
 (Dramatic Blackout)
Boss: Well, it seems that whoever was handing out supplies this morning
 should be responsible for the ruler switch.
Mason: My associate, Paul Fake, has prepared a list of the supply booth
 assignments for this week. Paul?
 (Fake enters with list)
Fake: Here you go, Perry.
Mason: Thanks, Paul, just in time (Fake leaves).
Mason: Well, it says here that Jim Harrison was handing out rulers this
 morning.
Harrison: All right, so I had it in for Barker and Jones! I figured that if
 I killed Barker and framed Jones, we'd all move up the Mason's ladder
 a couple rungs.
Boss: Well, crime never pays. Let's go Harrison. (Boss escorts him out).
Jones: Gee whiz, Perry, you're amazing. Thanks.
Mason: It's OK. I always step in when someone's getting pinned with a 
 false rap, because I'm Perry the Mason... (Music, Blackout)