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I didn't kill Cynthia.

The first thing we have to do is find
you some privacy.

I mean, there he was, undressing.

And he hadn't even asked me my name.

In fact, I got a bonus for you. Oh,
yeah?

Benjamin Matlock for the defense, Your
Honor.

You want to fall in love first.

How much is it going to cost me?

Your Honor, I apologize for being late.
I was unavoidably detained.

Now, watch this. Bingham had plenty of
time. He had two receivers open deep.

he had to do was scramble.

Five years ago, Bingham had the legs to
make that play happen. But he just can't

cut it anymore.

Let's cut our losses.

Put him on waivers.

Brad is a star, Vincent.

Cynthia, if it keeps going like this,
it'll take years to rebuild the

You've got to let him go.

I'll tell him.

Good.

We have a conference tomorrow morning.
Try to be on time.

Goodnight.

Marcia. Cynthia.

Well, I'm going to have to tell them.

Dave and Vincent came down to me pretty
hard today.

And they were right.

I'm afraid if I trade them, I'll never
see them again.

Brad? Brad, what are you doing?

Marcia, I can't talk now. I'll call you
back tomorrow.

Bye.

Did you see the champagne?

Brad?

Brad?

Now, Sergeant Gibbons.

You have testified that you and your
partner forcibly entered Mr. Wilkins'

in an attempt to apprehend his brother.
Is that correct?

When he obstructed our progress, he was
given a verbal warning.

Some force was necessary to continue our
search.

During this brief struggle, did Mr.
Wilkins have any reason to believe his

was threatened? So he may have been
acting in self -defense.

No, sir.

How tall was your partner?

About 6 '3".

About your size?

Yes.

Isn't it true, Sergeant, that during
this so -called brief struggle, your

partner struck Mr. Wilkins on the head
with his pistol? He barely touched him.

This is a plaster mold of Mr. Wilkins'
head.

You wearing your revolver?

Yes.

Demonstrate for the court.

how and where your partner struck it.

No further questions.

No kidding. Well, that is interesting.

Yeah, I'll get right over there.

Yeah, thanks, Sarah. Bye.

Huh? Morning.

Morning.

Judge Cootsie gave me a contingence on
the Ramsey case. How about you? Oh,

said he'd take my motion under
advisement. I think I caught him a

guard.

Also, I had changed the deposition in
the opening matter to Wednesday, so I

Sarah to reschedule your dental
appointment.

Charlene, one of the advantages to
having your daughter as a law partner is

keen attention is paid to every detail
of your life.

At least, I think it's like that.

I don't know how you got through life
without me.

Did you hear that Cynthia Holland was
murdered?

Yeah. Suspect. It's none other than the
dating quarterback, Brad Bingham.

Yeah. He asked you only like a whale
ghost or plankton. Only maybe this time

think you went a little too far.

Maybe. I heard.

He was sleeping with her, so she
wouldn't trade him. I also heard that

going to trade him anyway.

Want to find out for yourself?

Can't you get me out of here?

I didn't kill Cynthia.

Mr. Bingham, tell us what happened last
night.

Nothing. There's nothing to tell. I
didn't do anything. Look, I swear to

didn't do anything.

Well, I heard a scream, and I saw Brad
Bingham hit some lady at about 5 past 11

last night.

That's when I called the police.

You saw this through your telescope?

Uh -huh. His apartment's one block over
from ours.

You know, in the summer, the moon comes
up right behind it.

That's how I discovered he lived there,
looking for craters and, you know,

through my telescope.

And you were not in your apartment at 11
o 'clock last evening? No.

You're sure? Yes.

If I'd known Cynthia was going to be in
my apartment, I would have been there.

So thinking you were going to be alone
that night, you went out to a bar.

Listen, there was a brownout that whole
afternoon. I went out for some air

conditioning. And you picked up some
woman whose name you can't quite

Her name was Carol.

Or Carrie, maybe. Or Corey. Or Candy.
Hell, I don't know. I know it started

a C.

He met her at the Peachtree Bar, struck
up a conversation, and then... Then we

went back to her hotel, and... One thing
led to another?

Yeah. All night?

All night.

You were not in your apartment at any
time last night?

No, sir.

Yes, sir. He was right there.

Cynthia interrupted our conversation to
say something to him.

Do you remember what time that was, Miss
Bond?

Eleven o 'clock.

She was calling to tell me about Brad.

What about him?

She was going to tell Brad they were
going to put him on a waiver.

That'd be the end of my career. She
wouldn't do that to me.

Well, I guess the first thing I'd do is
speak to the police.

See, they talked to that girl you were
with last night.

You're going to get me out of here.

I'm going to try.

It's really a shame.

What?

I was at the Super Bowl the year he
threw the pass.

60 yards in the air for the winning
touchdown. He was really something.

Everybody was crazy over him. Oh, that
was then, old farmer.

I figured we'd be seeing you, too.

How's that?

We'd bring in a grossly overpaid
professional athlete. I expect to find

an obscenity.

Lieutenant, I understand Brad Bingham
told you he was with a young woman last

night at the Somerset Hotel.

He did.

Have you talked with her?

I think it's better to step inside.

As a matter of fact, have a seat.

Have you found the lady?

No.

Believe me, my men tried.

She doesn't exist. He made her up.

What makes you so certain?

Because I got a witness who can place
Brad Bingham in his apartment at 11 o

'clock last night with Cynthia Hyde.

And another one who saw him kill her
with a blow to the head a few minutes

later. So, if Bingham is your client, I
guess congratulations are in order.

I'm about to arrest him for first
-degree murder.

Did it cross your mind your football
hero might be a liar?

Lieutenant Davis has an eyewitness.

Brad Bingham has an alibi.

So he says.

The first thing we have to do is find
use of privacy.

I'm sorry to bargain on you like this,
but we've got a small emergency on our

hands. Ben, can we do this some other
time?

This is Brad Bingham. Oh, hi.

Look, Ben, I'm busy right now.

Very busy.

Doing what?

Well, even to the untrained eye, it
would appear that I'm painting my

Why? Because I finally got Cicely to
agree to come over to my place for

and I'm painting the place her favorite
color, French vanilla, just to set the

stage. Brad Bingham is one of the all
-time football greats. You know him,

you? Of course.

I'm defending him against the charge of
murder in the first degree. I need your

help. You're my investigator.

It's as simple as that. Yeah, but why
are you here?

He needs a place to lay low for a while.
Look, I don't want to be a problem. Oh,

no problem. Come by the office first
thing in the morning. I got something I

want you to do.

Help yourself.

What's this?

Isn't he beautiful?

Friend of a friend of mine gave him to
me.

She moved to Des Moines.

Oh.

He is so beautiful. What's his name?

P .T. Bridgeport.

What a grand name.

Well, P .T., I wish you Godspeed.

And, of course, Sarah, Godspeed to you,
too.

Oh, thank you, Ben.

P .T.

Godspeed, P .T. Well.

Any luck finding the girl Bingham spent
the night with? Nope.

He spent the afternoon talking to all
the women registered at the Somerset

Hotel, whose name began with C. No luck.

And then I went to the place where he
said he picked her up. No luck there

either. Nobody there saw him talking to
anybody?

Oh, they saw him talking to everyone.

The waitress said he was gone by 10, but
didn't actually see him leave.

Maybe you should try that hotel again.

I suppose so.

He was quite a womanizer, huh?

I'd say so.

Well, just because it's a womanizer
doesn't mean he killed anybody.

I think I'll go over to team
headquarters in the morning and talk to

people Cynthia Highland worked with.

Mr. Hyland, I'm Ben Matlock, Brad
Bingham's lawyer.

Oh, yes.

I know what a tragedy this must be for
you.

Your stepmother being killed like this.
Yes.

We have strong reason to believe that
Brad Bingham is innocent of this crime.

The police don't seem to think so. I
know, I know.

What is it you want?

I'd like to take a look at Miss Hyland's
appointment book.

And if I say no?

Oh, I'd understand that, but I'd get a
subpoena and look at it anyway.

You don't have a personal problem with
my looking at you, do you? No, of course

not, please. Thank you.

You know, I've been a loyal fan of this
team for 15 years. I sure hope you don't

sell it to somebody that'll move it to
another town.

Who said I was gonna sell?

Always probably just talk.

What talk?

Just gossip, how you and Miss Highland
didn't get along, how she had demoted

to selling season tickets, and how in
your father's will, if anything happened

to her, you'd get her share of the
franchise, and how...

You'd sell her interest if you inherited
it. Just that sort of thing. I'd pay no

attention to it.

What are you insinuating here?

I'm not insinuating anything.

But I suppose you did have a strong
motive to kill Ms. Hyland.

Mr. Matlock, I suggest you get the hell
out of here.

I guess I have taken up enough of your
time.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I didn't know you were busy.

Oh, I was just leaving.

You must be Dave Edwards.

Ben Matlock. How do you do?

Bingham's attorney.

We were just discussing the case.

If you want to talk to me, you can talk
to me through my attorney.

Let's hope that won't be necessary.

Karen Nelson?

That's right.

I'm Charlene Matlock. I'm an attorney
representing Brad Bingham, and he says

was with you the other night.

I drove

in that morning.

I've been shopping for clients all
afternoon.

Oh, these are nice.

Thanks.

And then I stopped someplace to have a
drink.

That's when I... You see, the trouble
is, I'm engaged.

And if my fiancé ever finds out, he'll
kill me.

Karen, you've got to tell me.

Well,

Brad was there.

And he started hitting on me.

There he was, this famous football
player hitting on me.

And then he suggested we go to my hotel
room.

And I said, sure.

How could I refuse?

So he was with you?

Well, right up until I realized what a
drunken lech he was and what a mistake

I'd made.

So I came to my senses and threw him out
the door.

Are you saying he didn't spend the night
with you?

No, he was here for all of five minutes.

I mean, there he was undressing.

And he hadn't even asked me my name.

Can you believe it?

She was lying.

I don't know what to say.

Nothing corroborates your story. Not one
thing.

Man.

This is a nightmare.

This woman told you she spent the day
shopping before she met Brad?

Shopping downtown?

That's what she said, yes.

Wait a minute.

That was the day of the brownout.

The stores downtown were closed.

She may have been in town, but I have
serious doubts that she was shopping.

Karen?

I was here less than an hour ago.

She must have packed up and left as soon
as I talked to her, almost as if

talking to me is what she intended.

Oh, my God.

She was framing my client.

And I fell for it.

What do you think?

I think you said your mother's a
jackass.

Ben, I don't know what to do.

My mother's never been the most secure
person in the world anyway, and if she

should stop by and P .T. Said your
mother's a jackass.

I think I'd die.

I've asked everybody I know, and nobody
will take him.

And if P .T. ended up in the pound... I
know.

Is there anyone you know?

Herman Jones thinks his mother -in
-law's a jackass.

Leave him. I'll check some of my
contacts.

Ben, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I sent a copy of Karen Nelson's hotel
bill to Jimmy down at the phone company.

He's going to track down all the calls
she made from her hotel room.

Good.

Oh, Dad.

I feel terrible.

You know, I was defending a fellow named
Leroy Harding on a murder charge over

in Athens.

This blue -haired old lady swore she was
with Leroy the night of the murder.

She reminded me of your grandmother.

I barely listened to her story. Never
bothered to check it out, and it never

occurred to me that she was lying, which
she was.

I looked like a red -faced fool when the
D .A. impeached her on the stand, so I

guess I know how you were feeling.

Did that really happen?

Charlene, I'm your father.

Hey, Frankie!

Who'll be, sir?

I'm looking for Johnny Mack.

Hey, I just make the drinks, pal. I
don't make the introductions.

Look, Brad Bingham said I should come
see you.

Hey, I don't care what Brad Bingham
said, all right?

You want to see me?

I'll bet you're Johnny Mack.

Tyler Hudson's my name. I work for Brad
Bingham's attorney. I'd just like to ask

you a few questions.

About what?

Well, he's in a lot of trouble. He could
use your help.

I got trouble on my own.

You know, he told me that you was his
friend. I guess I better go straighten

out about that.

I'm afraid Tyler's not here right now.

Actually, I came to see you.

Come in.

Ben, told you about Karen Nelson?

Yeah.

Brad, I'm so sorry.

I should have known she was lying, but
her story tracked with all my

preconceptions of you, and that's why I
believed her.

Preconceptions?

Remember Ellen Hawley?

Yeah.

She was my friend.

Oh.

Know what she tried to do when you left
her?

I tried to call her, and she wouldn't
talk to me.

You never heard about that, did you?

No. Well, it's the truth.

You believe me?

Yes. Thank you.

Remember this jacket?

This and this is thanks to your good
buddy, Johnny Mac.

Seems Johnny's got a pair of bad knees
from blocking for you.

Probably cut two years off his career.

Yeah. He sure doesn't want to be going
public about helping you.

Yeah, well, the front office of any kind
could try and could drop him. Oh, he

dropped me.

On a table and down a hall.

Tyler, did he say anything?

Yeah. One, Dave Edwards had a thing with
Cynthia before you came along.

And two, Dave Edwards want to buy the
team real bad.

And three, there's no three. That's all
we got.

You know, with Cynthia gone, I'll
eventually sell him her interest.

Are you suggesting a motive for murder?

There's a lot of money involved.

I'll check it out in the morning.

I can do that.

I got it.

Anyway, Tyler, you look like you need
the rest.

See you tomorrow.

Well, I got to tell you, Bingham, I
couldn't have done better myself.

Your mail.

Thanks a lot. Any messages?

One. Cicely called to cancel.

So you were tracing the rings of Saturn
for this report.

You heard a scream, turned your
telescope around, and saw Mr. Bingham

Mrs. Hyland.

That's right.

Boy, that must be some powerful
telescope you have.

Two -inch parabolic mirror, tripod
mounted, with 650 -inch focal length.

Is it difficult to operate?

Well, you use the pilot scope to train
on a general field of view.

You lock down the tripod head.

And you find focus, and that's all there
is to it.

You say you turned this report in after
Mrs. Highland was murdered.

Sometime around then, yeah.

I stopped by your school, Gerald.

You turned the report in three weeks
before the murder.

Your teacher said you're one of his
brightest students.

Kind of shy, though.

Said the other kids don't pay much
attention.

I bet they do now.

Now, what is it you really saw, Gerald?

You heard a scream.

Yes. Ran to your telescope.

Yes. Took off the lens cap.

Yes.

Unlocked it?

Yes.

Turned it toward the sound, did all the
focusing you described, and then after

you'd done that, you really didn't see
him strike her, did you?

Well, she was laying on the ground.

Where was the man?

Going towards the door?

With his back to you?

Yes. So since it was Brad Bingham's
apartment, you naturally assumed that's

you saw.

I guess.

You know, Gerald, about all any of us
can do in life is just give it our best

shot. Maybe some don't pay attention to
you now, but I read your reports. Good.

You'll be okay.

Just give it your best shot no further
questions

I'd

like to see David

Your name?

Charlene Matlock.

I'm sorry.

and cartridge.

the elevator.

She was telling me that they were going
to have to trade Brad and she was

worried how he'd take it.

And then what happened?

She said, Brad, Brad, what are you
doing?

Something like that.

What time did she call you?

11 o 'clock on the dot.

That's about five minutes before whoever
was in the apartment with her

bludgeoned her to death.

You're a witness.

As far as you say, the phone rang at 11
o 'clock on the dot.

Were you expecting Cynthia Highland to
call you then?

No. The news came on TV while we were
talking.

The music's very distinctive.

Did you hear this sound while you were
talking with Cynthia over the phone?

I fail to see the relevancy of any of
this.

Overruled for now.

The sound you heard was a clock in Brad
Bingham's apartment.

If Cynthia had called from there, Ms.
Barnes would have heard it strike 11

the phone.

Now, Ms. Barnes, did you also hear this
sound while you were talking with

Cynthia?

Maybe it would help if I tell you...

that it's the sound of water running
into a bathtub.

I do remember hearing that, because I
remember thinking, imagine that, he had

the phone in his bathroom.

Now, Miss Barnes, this is a diagram of
Brad Bingham's apartment.

Now, this is the bathroom, this is the
bathtub, this is the telephone.

Now, from where Cynthia Hyland had to be
in order to use the telephone, she

can't see out into the apartment.

Yes, I see.

What was it you heard her say?

Brad?

Brad, what are you doing?

Kind of a silly thing for her to ask if
they were face -to -face, isn't it?

I suppose so. But what if they weren't
face -to -face? What if it was her way

asking somebody she could hear but not
see to identify himself?

We don't know for a fact that Brad
Bingham was in the apartment at all.

Thank you, Miss Barnes. That's all.

Not.

Not. Your mother's not a jackass.

How's it going?

Your mother's a jackass.

About the same.

What do you got?

Well, it took a bit of decoding, but
it's all here.

Vincent Highland is selling his share of
the team, formerly the property of

Cynthia Highland, to David T. Edwards
for the sum of $35 million in cash.

Vince Highland has $35 million. Dave
Edwards has the team.

We can't tie either one of them to the
girl in the hotel.

Ben, have I got news for you.

I checked the address out on our lady at
the hotel, and it's a phony.

But while she was there, she made
several calls to an escort service.

And this particular one offers full
service if you get my drift.

Karen Nelson is a call girl?

Triple digit.

You have contacts around town, don't
you?

Depends on what you want.

A date.

Karen, right?

That's right.

My name's Ben.

Help yourself to a drink, Karen.

Thank you.

Where are you from, Ben?

I'm local.

George, you're born and raised.

No kidding.

How about you?

Oh, I'm from all over.

But you're here in Atlanta now.

Yeah, I'm here now.

And the meter's running, Ben.

That's okay.

I don't mind spending some time.

Warm up.

I want to fall in love first, huh, Ben?

I like to spend a little time with
somebody whose voice is higher than

You're new at this, aren't you?

Fairly.

How much is it going to cost me?

Three hundred.

As advertised.

Unless you want something special.

No, I like to keep things simple.

Where is he?

He'll be around.

All rise.

Is the defense ready to proceed?

Your Honor, my partner's been
unavoidably detained.

With the court's indulgence, I'd like to
begin examination of our next witness

until he arrives.

Does the prosecution object?

No, Your Honor.

I call Karen Nelson to the stand.

Ms. Nelson, you're from out of town?

I have a home in Savannah, but actually
I spend much, if not most, of my time

here in Atlanta.

And what have you been doing here in
Atlanta?

I'm a personal shopper.

People pay me on an hourly basis to
design their wardrobes and buy their

clothes. Women, mostly.

So, on the afternoon that Cynthia
Highland was murdered, you were in town?

Yes. Shopping?

Yes.

There was a citywide electrical brownout
that day, wasn't there?

I don't... I don't recall.

Your Honor, at this point, defense
requests the court take judicial notice

on the afternoon of the 23rd, there was
an electrical brownout in the downtown

district and...

All the stores were closed.

Well, I was window shopping.

Knowing which stores carry what is three
quarters of my job.

Didn't you have a chance meeting with
Brad Bingham later that afternoon at the

Peachtree Bar?

That's right.

Didn't you invite him up to your room?

He invited himself.

Didn't you spend the night with him
there?

No.

You sure about that?

I made him leave before anything
happened.

I realized that even though he was
famous, I really didn't much like him.

Excuse me a minute, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I

apologize. After being late, I was
unavoidably detained.

With your permission, I have a few
further questions for this witness.

Proceed, Mr. Matlock.

My name's Benjamin Matlock. I'm one of
the attorneys for Mr. Bingham.

Have we ever met?

I'm sure I'd remember.

I bet you $300 you'd remember if you
tried.

Afraid you'd lose.

It is Miss Nelson, isn't it? That's
right.

I remind you, you're under oath.

Were you ever in a hotel room with me?

No.

Weren't you in room 1007 at the
Promenade Hotel last night?

No.

And you didn't accept $300 from me?

I was at home.

Are you familiar with something called
the gentleman's escort service?

No.

I see.

You know what's really interesting?

Is I called the gentleman's escort
service and arranged for a young woman

Karen to come to my hotel room last
night.

Now, this Karen left a fingerprint.

On a drinking glass.

I took that fingerprint down to the
Atlanta's police department.

And they provided me with a rap sheet on
one Caroline

Nathan.

That's your real name, isn't it?

Caroline, don't get in any deeper. It
isn't worth it.

You're getting in very deep.

Caroline is your real name, isn't it?
Caroline Nathan.

Yes.

And you were convicted of solicitation
two times in the last 12 months, isn't

that correct?

Objection. Relevancy.

Sustained.

If I called the gentleman's escort
service and asked for a Karen Nelson, I

get you, wouldn't I?

Yes.

And you were in my hotel room last
night, weren't you?

Yes.

What all did we do?

Nothing.

But you did pick up that 300 I left on
the bed, didn't you?

Yes.

And you're not a personal shopper, are
you?

No. And you don't have a home in
Savannah?

No.

Miss Nathan, you've lied about your
name, your occupation, and having met

Now, I remind you that the penalty for
perjury is severe.

And you are under oath.

Let's get back to this Brad Bingham
business.

Were you with him all night the night of
the murder?

Now, we're not talking about
solicitation here.

We are talking about murder.

You know what I think?

I think you were with him all night that
night.

during which time a murder was
committed.

Then you said you were not with him to
make it appear that he was the murderer.

What I don't know is whether you were
part of the plan from the beginning or

whether somebody gave you a great deal
of money or frightened you into saying

you were not with him by telling you you
would be implicated in this murder.

Well,

I will tell you now.

You are implicated in this murder.

Do you understand?

You are implicated in this murder.

Now, were you with Brad Bingham all
night that night?

Yes. Well, now.

Well, now that might just very well
clear Brad Bingham.

But there's one more thing.

You know, last night when we had our
little date, I did something

I shouldn't have done.

But I couldn't help myself.

You know, when you went in the other
room just before I left, I looked in

purse.

And I found this little black book.

This is a little black book you carry in
your purse, isn't it?

Yes. Think it?

Yeah. And it's got a lot of names in it.

I'm talking a lot of names.

Now, I won't read them off because...
But there's one name in here.

Might be just a client.

Or it might be the name of somebody who
solicited...

Your perjured testimony.

Now, I'm going to give you an
opportunity to just wipe the slate clean

court.

Just start over.

I'll tell you what.

Just whisper his name to me, see if I
was right.

I was right.

Tell him.

Dave Edwards.

Order, order, please.

No further questions.

We find the defendant.

Not guilty.

Mr.

Edwards?

Would you mind going down to
headquarters?

Ben, can I see that little black book of
hers?

Why?

Is it for real?

Does it matter?

See you, Bert.

And... Brad's invited us to dinner.

Yeah?

I think I'll pass.

Oh, why don't you come?

Now, I think I'll go back to the office
and see what I can do with that parent.

Have fun.

You too.

Congratulations.

Nice job, Tyler. Thank you. In fact, I
got a bonus for you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I don't think a young man like you
ought to live alone.

I'm not taking that parrot. Just a
dolphin.