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Thank you for coming. Take care.

Well, what's the verdict?

Ah, they're unique.

Oh, very unique.

And did you see who we have over there, ladies?

Wallace Stanton, the art critic, the Atlanta examiner.

Oh, my.

Then we'll have to appear even more impressed.

You're really moving right along, aren't you, Randall?

Well, Eileen, you flatter me.

Excuse me, lady. Of course.

Such a surprise to see you here. Thank you so much for coming.

Take care.

But, Janice, darling, I was afraid you weren't coming. Oh, you know I wouldn't

miss your opening for the world, Randall.

Of course you would.

Where have you been?

Where I was running in there.

What's this?

It was going to be a surprise. It's a gift.

It's for you, for your opening.

I needed you here now.

Randall, I set the time -lapse camera to go off every 15 minutes, okay?

Come on, you'll have your portrait of the opening, no problem.

That's not the point, and you know it. You're supposed to be here when I tell

you to be here.

Randall, I know you're tense. This is your big day, but lighten up, okay?

Here.

You never learn, do you?

I never should have taken you in.

Once that crowd is gone, I want you to pack up your things and get out of here.

What?

You heard me.

Out as in disappear.

Randall! Don't make a scene. You can't just throw me out for no reason. No?

You're fired. Get out.

Now!

Come back later.

Kids

Would you get your hands on stuff like this? How much?

$250. Are you serious?

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

All right.

This one's got film in it. You want it?

You the girl who lives here?

Amy Adler?

Joe Pitch in here?

Hey, Charlie.

Yes. I just got a new driver's license.

Now, don't look at the name.

If you didn't know who that is, who would you say that looks like? It looks

you.

Well, I don't think it looks like me. I think it looks maybe like some guy from

Wisconsin. Cup of coffee, Charlie?

Oh, sure, Bill. Hey, Bill.

Now, don't look at the name.

Who would you say that looks like?

Looks like you.

Well, I'm damn fine if it looks like me.

My eyes are all off to the side like I'm trying to see the back of my head, and

my mouth's open, and I got a scowl on my face like I smell something.

Well?

Copy, Charlie.

Sure, Judge.

Now, Judge, don't look at the name.

Who would you say that looks like?

Looks like you. Oh, come on, Judge.

Oh, it does.

Well, I'll tell you what I think. I think half the fellas in this state that

running around loose are running around loose because they don't look like their

pictures on their driver's license. Cop go to pick them up, they don't know who

they are.

Mr. Matlock!

Mr. Matlock!

Mr. Matlock? Yes, ma 'am? I need to talk to you.

Well, are you all right? What can I do for you?

I need a lawyer right now. Wait a minute. I hear you're the best lawyer in

Atlanta. Well, miss... I'm Amy Adler, and I am in a real jam. The cops think I

killed my boss.

Well, I'm sorry, miss.

Look, Mr. Matlock, I have a juvenile delinquent rap sheet.

If I don't get somebody like you, I don't stand a chance.

I did not kill him.

Excuse me, Ben.

Is this your client?

No.

Well, you're going to have to come with us, Miss Adler.

You know, if I hadn't come looking for you, I could have been out of town right

now.

You cop a plea and you get five to ten years with good behavior. But I didn't

it. Count your blessings.

A hostile jury could stick you with life.

So cop a plea.

Don't cop a plea.

Morning, Alan.

Hi, Ben.

You must be busy. I'll take this one.

Since when are you into pro bono, Ben?

I've seen the color of her money.

State versus Amy Adler.

Case number A1217798.

Benjamin Matlock for the defense, Your Honor. That's us.

Why did you change your mind?

Oh, I don't know.

Happy I got the hunch.

Good for my image.

Think I made a mistake?

Check me out.

Yeah.

You do have a juvenile delinquent rap sheet.

So far, nothing major.

So what about your fee?

What about it?

I've got $250.

You want it now?

You better hang on to that.

I don't want you to have to steal to get something to eat.

Where'd you get it?

Found some stuff.

Now listen, you have to be straight right now.

Real straight.

And the worst thing you could do would be to leave Atlanta.

I'm not going to run away.

I just thought I'd mention it.

Ben!

Never worry with you.

Look, I don't know how she talked you into this, but she is trouble with a

capital T. Maybe.

Ben, why are you doing this?

Well, it's just one of those deals, isn't it?

You remember a few years ago when the Johnson boy came through here on the

Yeah. Yeah.

Remember, there had been a robbery with a gun. He said he hadn't done it. Yeah,

we didn't take the case.

He got five years, and he hadn't done it.

Yeah. Well, she's a runner.

This time, she didn't run.

All right, well, you got your hands full this time.

DA's got enough evidence to lock her up and throw away the key.

Like what?

The lady's got eyewitnesses saw her enter the building at 10 o 'clock that

evening. What else?

Oh, not much. Just a photograph that shows your client holding the murder

weapon, leaning over the dead body.

Where'd that come from?

Right there. Yeah.

Sequence photography.

The camera's set to go off automatically every 15 minutes.

Huh.

Well, what was it taking pictures of?

Everything. He was doing a series sequence of the opening.

Time -lapse photography.

You mean people actually pay money for this stuff?

Up to $5 ,000 a pop.

What do you know about the fellow who says he saw you coming in here that day?

Well, he runs a bakery across the street.

You said you came up the back stairs.

I did.

Well, if he was over here and you came in over there, how could he see?

Oh, he couldn't.

No. He must have seen some other woman.

You think any of the women at the party want to kill Randall Brooks?

I don't think so.

Well, one of them could have seen your fight with him and hoped you'd get

for his murder.

A lot of people left by then, just a few stayed.

I know three of the women that were here, but they're crazy about him. Yeah?

Yeah. They were buying his stuff even before the show. They'd call and fight

over the phone.

Fight unseen?

Yeah, Randall used to call them his patron saints.

Huh.

We'll need their names and addresses.

They're locked up in the filing cabinet.

You know where to keep?

No, I don't.

Well... Just a second.

Here's the names and addresses of the three women.

Did you find a key?

No. I thought they were locked.

They were.

Sort of.

Not completely.

Not effectively.

So these women bought this stuff sight unseen, huh?

Yep. Well, maybe I can find out why.

Go down to Patman's and pick yourself out a dress for court.

I don't think I could afford one.

Unless you want me to steal one. No, no stealing.

Put it on my account.

Well, how am I going to... We'll talk about it.

That's nice.

That's good.

Sweet like the girl next door.

And cut. Whitney, take five.

Gesundheit. What?

I say gesundheit on that sneeze.

Oh, oh.

Thank you. I guess I'm allergic to that perfume.

It'll be worth it if you get the job, huh?

Do I know you?

Oh, I'm Ben Matlock.

Amy Adler's luck.

I understand that you were quite a fan of Randall Brooks.

Yes. I think that someday his pictures are going to be worth a lot of money.

Oh. Well, I... I have to be honest with you, I never considered a sandwich a

very important thing to take a picture of. Maybe trees or flowers or the

recherche cosmetics girl.

Well, thank you.

I haven't been selected yet, but I appreciate the thought.

Tell me, Miss Seaver, you didn't go back to Mr. Brooks' loft after the murder,

did you?

No. No, I was at the Haverly Club until three in the morning.

Oh.

A lot of people saw you, I suppose.

Yes, of course.

Maybe you could give me some of their names.

Whitney. Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.

Interesting, aren't they?

Uh, yes.

Please. Oh, thank you.

Randall did them for me when I took over as headmistress here at Fairmont.

Oh.

But I'm certain that you're not here for a dissertation on art, Mr. Metz. Well,

no, actually, I need to ask you a few questions.

Ask away.

The last time I was in the principal's office, I got my ears boxed for

impertinence. Of course, that was quite a few years ago.

Well, I promise you it won't happen this time.

Okay.

You see, I think a woman killed Randall Brooks.

And, well, at the risk of being impertinent again...

Where were you the night of the murder?

The evening of the 17th?

Let's see.

I was at the Junior Charities Ball.

There were lots of photographers. I'm sure there must be many pictures.

I must be in some of them.

Well, as they say, a picture's worth a thousand words.

Yes, they are.

Everything to Lieutenant Davis.

I know this is a bad time, Miss Warden, but I've got to get to the bottom of

this Randall Brooks murder, and I need your help.

There's nothing really that I can help you with.

I don't suppose you had any reason to go back to the loft that night.

Mr. Matlock, I've told Lieutenant Davis everything.

You wouldn't happen to remember where you were that evening?

At a rally, until midnight. If you don't believe me, you can check with the TV

stations. It's all on tape. Now, if you'll excuse me, I do have a press

conference that I have to make in five minutes.

What do you think?

Well... You know what? It was on sale. Half price, see?

Half price, huh?

Ladies and gentlemen, we have alibis.

First from the police darkroom, Eileen Middleton.

Courtesy of our local television station, Janice Warden. They both check

What about Whitney Seaver?

Now, she said she was at the Haverly Club, but I have not been able to

it.

Well, let's cash it in.

Tyler will take you by to get your stuff.

Tonight, stay at the Y.

Why can't I stay at the loft?

Because it's the end of the crime. It could be dangerous.

You still afraid I'll run? I never said that. Just stay at the Y.

Hey, Tyler.

Yeah?

Look at this driver's license. Now, don't look at the name.

Think that looks like me?

It's a little better than you.

Next. I'd like to see about getting a new driver's license.

All right. You have your old license with you?

There.

This is a new license, sir.

I know.

The problem is the picture.

What about it?

Well, it doesn't look like me.

Yes, it does.

Ma 'am, I've shown that picture to all my friends, and none of them think it

looks like me.

Sir, I cannot give you a new license.

Well, couldn't I just have my picture retaken? I'll pay for it.

That's not the point. We can't go around redoing driver's licenses for everyone

who doesn't like the way they look.

Well, no, that's not the point. See, this is my old driver's license. See the

difference?

Oh.

Yes.

You look younger.

We can't fix that.

Next.

I'll just be a second. I have to get a few things ready. I'll be right here.

Are you all right? Yeah.

He wrecked my dress. Never mind that. Did you get a good look at him?

I got his picture.

Yeah.

Well.

Well.

You shouldn't have come up here by yourself.

I know.

Tyler tell you I ruined my dress?

Yeah.

I guess it's pretty clear, though, that I didn't kill Randall Brooks, huh?

Well.

The trick is to make that clear to the jury.

Do you think he'll stand a chance?

I don't like to make predictions.

It sure would help if we knew what this fellow was looking for.

Anything in here worth stealing?

It's equipment, but it wasn't after that.

And there was a cigar box with some cash in it.

Is there a safe?

No.

The only thing Randall ever kept locked up were his reviews. He was going to

donate them to the Smithsonian someday.

Think they're here?

Where'd you learn to do that?

Don't want to know.

Figures he'd only save the good ones.

I can't fault him for that.

Wow.

Janice Warden? Hey.

Come on, I've seen nudes before. I'm an artist.

Whitney Seaver? Oh.

Eileen Middleton?

It's nice lighting.

Three proper ladies allow pictures like this to be made.

His negatives were taken at least ten years ago.

Good -looking women.

Guess that explains why they're buying his pictures.

Randall Brooks was something.

He got money.

And a reputation being a fine artist from blackmail. That's some scheme.

The ledger says that he got three $5 ,000 payments each

month for the past six months.

But last month, only two payments were made.

One of his patron saints didn't pay.

Major breakthrough here.

Once again, hard work and experience have paid off. I have a lead on the

darkroom assailant.

Someone recognize him from the photos I took last night?

Not quite so simple.

Take a look at the design on that T -shirt.

All I see is a triangle and a circle.

To the uninformed eye, perhaps, but to the trained eye, that design is the

symbol of a prominent local athletic club.

And with a little persuasion, which you will find itemized in my expenses, I

convinced the management to supply me with a name and an address.

Go to it, Tyler.

Amy, keep him company.

I'm never out of sight of either one of you. Well, we both need you. Right now

it's Tyler's turn.

Where are you going? See if I can pick up a little extra change.

Mr. Matlock, I've already told you everything I know about Randall Brooks.

Oh, I'm not here to talk about the murder.

No. No. See, I've become a real fan of Mr. Brooks.

Especially some of his earlier works.

You think your board of directors might appreciate fine art?

What is it you want?

Well, the way I figure it, these must be worth a lot more than those shoes.

Mr. Matlock, you earn hundreds of thousands of dollars defending your

Why would you jeopardize that for a Penny Annie blackmail scheme?

Well, for one reason, I'm working free this week.

And who said it was Penny Annie?

Get out of here.

I'm warning you, I'll have you disbarred.

Okay.

You'll ruin your career at the same time.

Shut the door.

$5 ,000. That's what I was paying Randall.

I thought Art was supposed to appreciate the time.

How much?

Oh, say, another five.

$10 ,000.

On second thought, David Green.

Hey.

Haven't we met someplace before?

What are you doing here?

You broke into Randall Brooks' loft last night, Mr. Jacobs. I just wanted to

know why.

Why don't you get out of here before I call a cop?

I'll tell you one thing.

You've got a nice smile.

How much will it take for you to misplace these things?

Well, I tend to be very organized.

$3 ,000.

You know, this would make a very neat poster.

$5 ,000.

I was reading about this huge campaign fund you've built up.

Ten thousand.

That's my limit.

Ten thousand dollars?

Mm -hmm.

Thanks for being so helpful.

On the house.

Very, very nice. Now look right at me and tell me what you did last night.

Okay, tell me again.

Tell me again.

One more time.

Again. Give me some more!

Okay,

hold on.

I have to reload.

Excuse me one moment.

You're going to be making a lot of money if you get this contract.

I'm sorry, no sale.

I wonder what your boss will think of thee.

This is wrong. I won't be blackmailed anymore.

Is that what you told Randall Brooks?

What are you talking about?

I sort of figured it had to be you.

Somebody didn't pay Randall Brooks last month.

I have a hunch.

Whoever stopped paying him is the same person who killed him.

See you in court.

Mr. Matlock.

Do you remember that I told you I was at the Haverly Club the night of the

murder?

I remember you couldn't prove it.

Well, here you have it.

My picture while I was there.

I was sure it was Whitney Seaver.

I was absolutely sure it was Whitney Seaver.

Then she comes up with an airtight alibi.

So now we're right back where we started.

It had to be Whitney Seaver.

She's the only one who didn't come across with the money.

She didn't come across with the money because she didn't have the money.

But then how could she be in two places at the same time?

I don't know.

One more time.

Okay, hold it, hold it.

I like that. One more.

Ah, that's it.

Thank you, ladies.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Where'd you get these negatives?

Jacob's darkroom.

How'd you get in there?

You know.

Come on, I thought you'd be excited.

I am.

But when this is over, I want you to forget how to pick locks.

But now we know Whitney Seaver doesn't have an alibi.

In a court of law, it's not enough to know somebody committed a crime. You

to prove it.

still can't place Whitney Seaver in the loft at

the time of the murder.

I know she was there.

She had to be there.

Can you make an enlargement of this?

Sure.

Bigger?

Bigger?

That's it.

Mrs. Jacobs, would you tell the court what you do for a living?

I'm a photographer.

And what kinds of things do you photograph?

Fashion, mostly. I do layouts for magazines, things like that.

I guess you get to work with a lot of pretty girls.

Somebody's got to do it.

You know a model named Whitney Seaver?

I've heard the name.

Answer the question.

Do you know Whitney Seaver?

You and, uh, Whitney Seaver are having a relationship, isn't it true?

Objection! The details of Mr. Jacobs' personal life have no bearing on these

proceedings. Your Honor, I can show relevancy if you'll allow me to

Objection overruled. Proceed, Mr. Matlock. Thank you.

Isn't it true that you are having a relationship with Whitney Seaver? Yes.

Have you ever photographed her?

Yes, of course.

Your Honor, at this time, I'd like to show this witness and the court some

slides made from these negatives, which counsel for the state and Your Honor

previewed with me this morning in chambers.

So noted.

I had these slides made so we could all see better.

Dim the lights, please. For the record, we object to this procedure. Your Honor,

this will be a lot easier, cleaner, and faster than passing around a bunch of

photographs. I'm going to allow it.

Gentlemen, dim the lights, please.

There you go.

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Jacobs, did you take this picture at the Haverly Club?

Yes.

Okay, did you take this photograph of Whitney Sieb?

Did you take it?

Okay? Did you take this picture?

No.

This is the photograph that Whitney Seaver gave me to prove that she was at

Haverly Club the night of the murder.

This is a composite of the other two pictures, isn't it, Mr. Jacobs?

I wouldn't know.

And you, Mr. Jacobs, why is the shadow on the right side of Miss Seaver's face?

And on the left of everyone else.

How should I know?

Because, sir, you manufactured this picture in your darkroom to give Whitney

Seaver an alibi for the night of the murder.

That's not true.

Miss Seaver was not at the Haverly Club that night.

This photograph is a complete fake, isn't it, Mr. Jacobs?

Objection.

Asked and answered.

No further questions.

Cross -examine, Mr. Hawkins?

No questions, Your Honor.

Step down, Mr. Jacobs.

Mr. Matlock, you may call your next witness.

Defense calls Whitney Seaver to the stand.

Congratulations.

I understand that after a year's search, a cosmetics company has chosen you

as their spokesperson.

Yes, I feel very fortunate.

And I understand this company sets the highest standards for their

representatives, who, like Caesar's wife, must be above reproach.

That's right.

So how much are they paying you?

I don't know yet.

I spoke with Mr.

Levine from the company, and he says that with your endorsements and salary

television and all, the job will be worth $300 ,000.

Well, I'm sure Mr.

Levine would know.

So this contract is your big break.

Yes, it certainly is.

I understand that you were quite a fan of the decedent's work.

Randall Brooks was a brilliant photographer.

I have here some photographs that

Randall Brooks took of you.

You know what I'm talking about.

I could show them to you to refresh your memory.

But if I do that, I'll have to show them to the prosecutor and the judge, and I

don't want to do that, but I will.

Now, tell me.

Randall Brooks took some pictures of you that you wouldn't want your daddy to

see, and he was blackmailing you, wasn't he?

Yes.

Randall Brooks was blackmailing you because...

You were afraid these pictures would ruin your modeling contract.

Yes.

I don't think it's fair for a person to hold something

over another person's head for all this time that wasn't even a crime. Do you?

No, I don't.

No. You know what else isn't fair?

For somebody to go to prison for life for something they didn't do.

Now, isn't it true that last month, when you couldn't pay, you were afraid that

Randall Brooks would publish these pictures so you killed him?

Objection. Sustained.

Mr. Matlock, this court is interested in fact, not hypothesis.

Your Honor, that's just what I was getting to. But I need an answer.

All right, proceed.

Thank you.

Isn't it true you killed Randall Brooks?

No.

Your Honor, I'm going to have to dim the lights again.

Go ahead.

Now, we'll call these Defense Exhibit G for identification.

These are time -lapse photographs taken the afternoon Mr.

Brooks was murdered.

You didn't know these pictures were being taken, did you?

I, uh... I don't think you did.

Now, the police have numbered... these photographs, so we'll know exactly in

which order they were taken.

For the record, this is a photograph of the defendant dealing over the deceased.

The defense stipulates to that, Your Honor. That's not what I was driving at.

Miss Seaver, you see this object right here?

You know what that is?

I have no idea.

Well, let's take a closer look.

Now, what's that look like to you, Miss Seaver?

Uh... I don't know. It could be an earring. It sure looks like an earring

Now let's take a look at the next photograph in the series. You see, the

defendant is gone.

The object is still there.

Now the next photograph taken a few minutes later, the object is gone.

Miss Severs, could that object be an earring that belongs to you?

No. This is ridiculous.

Let's take another look at the party in Randall Brooks' loft before he was

murdered.

Is that a picture of you, Miss Sealy?

Yes. So what?

Let's take a closer look.

See that?

Even closer.

See?

Now the object on the floor.

Now you.

Looks like a match set to me.

You know what I think?

I think you lost your earring in your struggle with Randall Brooks.

And when Amy Adler entered the loft, you hid.

And you had to wait till she left to pick up your earring.

You were in the loft after Amy left, weren't you?

And you did kill Randall Brooke, didn't you?

No further questions.

We find the defendant, Amy Adler, not guilty.

The defendant being found not guilty, this court is adjourned.

Oh,

you want your $250 right now? You keep that.

You are a good photographer.

Oh, yeah.

Do you think you could retouch my driver's license picture?