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Smithsonian's sick. Come on.

He looked fine two hours ago, Tommy.

Well, he's sick.

He didn't want his sugar.

There, see?

He looked fine to me.

I'll show you.

Be careful now.

Tasted me a good one last week.

He won't hurt me. He's my friend.

See, he won't take his sugar.

He's sick.

I'll be damned.

What the hell's going on here?

Smithsonian's coming down with something.

So call the vet.

Why aren't those stalls cleared out? He was concerned about the horse.

I got a ton of hay coming and no place to put it.

Now get to work.

Yes, sir, Mr. Quint.

If I were you, I'd spend a little less time sticking up for him.

and a little more time doing your job.

That horse is all lathered up.

Try to throw me. I'm teaching him a lesson.

Get it. Tell her she can't ride Henry Day like that.

Tell the boss that's why she can't. I don't think so, Tommy.

She's hurting him.

Stop! Stop!

Let go of me.

Sue, you okay?

Nick's not hurt.

You idiot.

You were hurting Henry J.

Get his moron out of my sight.

And keep him there.

Tommy, let's go. Now.

Come on, Tommy.

I'm telling my husband about this.

So am I.

Dad wants to sell this horse.

He'll be mad as hell when he hears you've ridden him into the ground.

Nobody's going to buy a horse that isn't schooled.

Nobody's going to buy one that's foundered.

You walk that horse till he's bone dry.

She's the boss.

Sandra's a witch.

You walk him.

Oh, and, uh, I wouldn't go sucking up to her today if I were you.

She might smell what's a regret.

Come in.

Mr. Clint said you want to see me?

Tommy.

How did you know Smithsonian was sick?

Because I knew.

Dr. Simpkins says that he can't even play with his friends no more.

Well, just for a while.

And that's because we don't want them to get sick, too.

And because you were so observant, Dr. Simpkins doesn't think they will.

I don't know how you do it, but once again, you just saved us a lot of money

vet bills.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

It's all right.

No.

No. Oh, it's all right. No big deal.

It was so pretty, and I broke it.

A little glue, and it'll be as good as new.

I have glue.

I'll fix it, okay?

Okay.

I'll fix it real good, Sandra.

Hello?

I fell off Henry J., and I was mad at myself and embarrassed.

But I shouldn't have taken it out on the horse or you.

It's all right.

No, it isn't.

Let me apologize in person. Come to dinner tonight.

Well, I'd like to, really, but I'm going to be working late.

He's taking a nap. You want me to wake him?

No. It'll wait.

May I have a rain check on dinner? Sure.

Anytime.

Bye.

What are you doing?

Fixing Sandra's horse.

What happened to it?

Broke it when she was kissing me.

The rest of us can't hardly say boo to her and you got her kissing you.

Sandra and me are friends.

We ought to be. We practically grew up together.

Did you finish stacking that hay?

I forgot. Mr. Clint's going to be mad.

How did he go back out there and finish it up?

It's okay.

It takes a while for that glue to dry.

Sandra?

Fixed your horse.

Tommy? What's wrong?

Nothing there.

He's in here!

Don't hurt him. Lay back.

Come along now.

Don't give us any trouble.

I want to stand up, son.

Now, Tommy, you do what the policemen tell you to do, hear?

Yes, sir.

Jan's behind your back.

Well, Sam?

Ben?

I, um... I read the paper. I'm really sorry about Sandra.

Right, sir.

Things sure are never gonna be the same around here without her.

Well, it's... It's been a while. How you been?

Oh, fine.

Fine. The years have generally treated me pretty good.

Uh, Sam, uh... Is there anything I can do for you?

There's nothing really, Ben.

Well, yeah, yeah.

The police have arrested Tommy Jenks.

Yeah, I read about that.

Tommy's retarded.

His father was one of my best friends, and his mother ran away from home when

Tommy was just five years old, and then his father died a few years after that.

I raised him alongside of Sandra.

He's a good boy, Ben. He doesn't lie, and he said he didn't do it.

Oh, honey, I've been looking all over for you. You should be up at the house

resting.

I can't. I just lay there thinking.

Oh, Ben, this is my wife, Patricia.

Patricia, Ben Matlock, a very old friend.

Hello. Hello.

Honey, please.

Tommy Jinx wouldn't kill anybody.

Bad enough losing Sondra.

Having Tommy accused of it, can you help Ben? It would mean the world to me.

I knew Miss Sandra was dead, because sometimes on the farm, horses, they get

dead.

They get all cold, and they don't move, and it's just the way she was, and it

made me scared to see Miss Sandra like that.

Come sit down.

That's why you ran away and hid?

Can I go home now?

No, not yet.

Oh, I forgot to feed the horses the roast this morning. Mr. Clint's going to

so mad.

Oh, I'm sure Mr.

Clint got somebody else to do that. I hope so. I hope he did.

Tommy, listen.

Tommy, listen to me. Are you listening?

Yeah.

Okay.

Now, this may be hard for you to understand, but you have to try, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Some people think you killed Sandra, and that means there's going to have to be

a trial.

Are you with me? Do you understand?

I didn't... I didn't...

clean up stalls either.

Tommy, Tommy, listen to me. Listen to me.

We can tell the judge that he's the man in charge of the trial

that you wish to plead diminished capacity.

That means that maybe you killed Sondra but you didn't know what you were doing

and you didn't mean to.

That's wrong.

I didn't kill Sandra.

But, Tommy, sometimes we have to... Oh, Lord.

Tommy, sometimes we have to make a deal.

We tell the judge, you did it, and in return,

he...

Send you to a hospital for a while instead of the prison.

I don't want to go to a hospital.

I don't want to go to a prison.

I want to go home.

Tommy.

I want to go home.

Did you kill Sandra?

was never hurt, Sandra?

Then that's what we'll have to prove to a judge and jury.

Okay?

Okay.

Can I go home now?

Your Honor, the state feels a complete psychiatric examination of the defendant

is necessary in order to determine whether he is competent to stand trial.

We have reason to believe Mr.

Jenks lacks sufficient capacity to know, understand, and appreciate the charges

against him.

However, I'm sure defense counsel and I can agree... Your Honor, excuse me for

interrupting Ms. Marsh, but I believe I can save us all a lot of time.

A complete psychiatric exam and evaluation on my client has just

been completed by Dr.

Samuel Chadwick.

I believe you know Dr.

Chadwick. He provides you with expert testimony on several occasions. Yes, I

know Dr. Chadwick. Well, as it happens, Dr.

Chadwick knows my client, too, has for many years. And after reacquainting

himself... with my client in an interview, he prepared this evaluation.

In it, he concludes that Tommy Jenks is a benign individual who possesses great

respect for authority figures, is emotionally attached to his home out at

Taylor Thoroughbred Farm, and that he is unequivocally competent to stand trial.

Do you know what you're doing?

You just blew the opportunity to plead diminished capacity and or insanity.

I know.

I see no reason why the court shouldn't accept this evaluation.

Ms. March?

I suppose I see no objection either.

Oh, good. Your Honor, defense waives reading of the charges, pleads innocent,

and wishes to proceed directly to the matter of bail.

Ms. March, any recommendations?

Yes.

Yes, Your Honor, in view of the fact that the defendant stands accused

of a capital crime and has tried to escape justice by resisting arrest, the

state asks that bail be set at $250 ,000.

Your Honor, I'd like to remind the prosecutor that she has agreed with Dr.

Chadwick's conclusion that Tommy Jinks...

is a harmless individual, does what he's told, and has strong ties to his

community.

Bail is $25 ,000.

Trial is set for April 16th.

Can I go home now?

Yeah.

Come on, Tom.

I'm going home.

Sam said he'd be up this road just past the house. Want me to drive you? No,

that's okay. The walk will do me good.

Sam, when you take a walk, you just go ahead and take one, don't you?

Two miles out, two miles back. That's supposed to keep me from getting another

heart attack.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

What's in there?

It's a grave.

Best horse I ever had is buried there.

Knight's legend.

Do you remember?

Oh, that's right. He won the triple crown.

Yeah. Broke his leg winning the Peachtree Stakes about four years ago. I

put him down.

I had my heart attack just a few days after that.

Could you have patched him up?

Maybe, maybe not, but he was in such pain.

Sandra said I was wrong. She said I lost a ton of money in stead fees.

But I just couldn't see him go on like that.

Sandra always did say I was no businessman. That's why she took over

farm.

Thank God she did. I was borrowing money right and left.

How she kept us out of bankruptcy, I'll never know.

How long have you been married to Patricia?

Oh, about two years. Things were starting to pick up then.

I guess Sandra and Patricia got along pretty well.

Patricia was only five years older than Sandra. That didn't make it easy for

Sandra.

Sandra insisted that Pat sign a prenuptial agreement.

That didn't make it easy for Pat. You know, women

are a lot more complicated than horses.

Yeah, you're right.

Oh, she's a beauty.

Hi again.

Michelle Thomas, we met at Tommy's hearing.

Right. Hello.

Hi.

Put a noose in the paddock for a while.

Well, it looks like you've pretty much taken charge of things around here.

Somebody had to since Sam's heart attack. He can't do too much.

If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go clean up.

Um... Were you home the night Sandra was murdered?

Yeah.

Did you see or hear anything out of the ordinary?

Nope.

What about your husband?

Actually, Sam went into town for about an hour after dinner.

And when he came back, that's when I told him Sandra had mentioned that she

wanted to talk to him.

That's when he found the body.

Well, what made you think she'd still be in her office?

She told me she'd be working late when I called to apologize for something that

happened earlier.

Oh, you had an argument?

Miss Thomas, make up your mind whether you and Mr. Matlock are defending Tommy

or prosecuting me.

Doug.

Haul a veil of hair after the party and break it up. New mayor's out there.

Well, I'll do it, Mr. Clint.

Now, say it, Dunham.

After all, you're not going to be around here much longer.

Well, I'm not going anyplace.

Hell, you're going to prison.

Cut it out, Clint. It's a scary place, kid.

Mr.

Matlock, he said I was going to stay here.

He lied.

They're going to put you away, boy.

No!

What the hell did you do that for?

Well, I bet you didn't have to do much of that when you were foreman.

Ben Madlock?

Yes, sir.

Must have been quite a shock when she chose Clint and demoted you that way.

That didn't make me real happy.

It must not have made you too mad. You're still here.

I'm ten years past starting over, and Sam would do that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Anything else you want to know, Mr.

Matlock? Well, yeah.

You got any idea who killed Father?

No.

You think it was Tommy?

I can't believe it was Tommy.

It wasn't me. I was in the bunkhouse reading right up to the time the police

came.

You couldn't have maybe gone, you know, somewhere... What the Sam Hill?

Somebody's starting my truck.

That's Tommy.

Hell got into him.

Here you go.

Ice machine's behind the office next to the pop machine.

And don't go smacking the TV around thinking it's broken, because it ain't.

Cable's out, so it only gets two channels.

That'll be 18 bucks.

If you

need

anything else, just give me a holler.

It isn't going that well. I'm not talking about money. I'm talking about

you promised.

I don't even remember.

You're crazy.

What am I doing? I can't trust you.

Give me that briefcase.

You got me? Don't ask yourself.

Mr. Purdy?

What do you want? Did you run Tommy off on purpose or was it just regular

stupidity? Figured it was time somebody leveled with him.

That was a jackass thing to do and you know it.

Where were you when Sondra Taylor was killed?

I don't remember.

Me and Sondra got along just fine. That's all I got to say.

big like that, you don't eat them all at once.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, you play one mean game of video there, boy.

Thank you.

It's really easy. You just shoot these little guys with this.

Did you hear that?

Well, I bet we got us a college graduate here or something. Yeah, maybe a rocket

scientist.

You rocket scientist boy?

Hey, where are you going?

You guys are teasing me.

No, we're not.

Yes, you are.

Oh,

did you hear that, Jed? I think he just called me a liar.

Now, you get to understand it. Lyle here is my friend.

And I don't like it when people call him a liar. I don't like it at all.

You captured him.

Good. work gentlemen now speak very softly and watch what you say

and who are you i am dr tyler hudson criminal psychiatrist

and you gentlemen have just captured a very dangerous man

come on this half with hey watch what you say or

you may set him off again what do you mean set him off

Let's put it this way.

There were three of us escorting him to a violent ward.

Somebody said the wrong thing.

I'm the only one still walking.

Tommy, Mr. Matlock sent me for you.

Come with me, okay?

Is he mad?

No, he's not mad.

He knows you didn't mean to break Dr.

Scribner's neck.

Come on.

165 -83 -24.

Thank you.

Well, it's time to set a briefcase.

Here's your telephone book. Maybe we'll find something in here.

These are old calendars.

Well, that's odd.

Well, maybe she was cleaning out her file.

Why don't you put these old calendars, all this rapal stuff, in a briefcase?

Oh, that's nice.

What is it?

That's a picture of a knight's legend.

That's a championship racehorse. Sam told me all about it.

Well, Sam said I'd find you here.

You look surprised, Mr. Matlock.

When I first married Sam, everybody thought I was a fluffy -headed bimbo

an older man's money. Hated me for it. Yeah?

Now they take me for a smart, tough -minded woman capable of running this

They hate me for it.

Except Sam.

As long as Sam loves me, who cares what anyone else thinks?

Do you recognize this horse?

Three white stockings and a sorrel foot. Looks like old pictures I've seen as

knight's legend.

Valuable horse.

That's what I've heard.

Mr. Purdy, how long have you been foreman out at the Taylor

Thoroughbred Horse Farm?

Three, three and a half years.

And where did you work before then?

Double Daisy Farm up in Tennessee.

How many years?

Two or three.

Where'd you work before that?

I don't know. I've worked many places.

Yeah, you have. In fact, you've held down more jobs in the past ten years

most people do in a lifetime, haven't you?

Objection. Relevancy calls for speculation.

Sustained.

Yes. Why did you move around so much?

It was just the way things were.

Uh -huh.

Mr. Purdy, uh, you like to do a little drinking while you're working, don't

Not anymore. I'm clean and sober.

Well, now, Patricia Taylor and John Donovan work with you every day. I don't

expect they would agree that you quit drinking, do you? Well, I... I'm sure

Sondra either knew it or suspected it. You had an argument with her about it,

didn't you? I did not.

Who are these... these fellows here?

Um... Norman Stroud, Eugene Buford, Tex Rafferty. They all

foremen. Top -of -the -line foremen. Yes.

And you knew that Sandra had called all of them and offered your job to them.

No, I did not. She was going to fire you. It was just a matter of time.

And you dared not lose this job. Because if you lose this job, chances are you'd

never get another one. She wasn't going to fire me. You went to her. You pled

with her to give you one more chance. And when she refused, you took Tommy's

knife, put on your old work gloves, and you killed her.

And who better to frame than this poor, innocent boy?

But she continued to provoke him until he ran away and made himself look even

more guilty. No.

When she told me she was going to fire me, I was plenty mad. All right.

I went down to the continental bar that night and I started drinking. And I

didn't quit drinking until I passed out in the middle of the floor.

Asked the bartender.

Asked all the people I had to step over my carcass all night.

I started drinking again.

It's true.

But I didn't kill Sandra.

No further questions.

Ms. March, redirect.

No, Your Honor.

This court is in recess until 10 o 'clock Monday morning.

Is it over now? No.

Are you sure?

Are you sure it's not a coincidence?

Huh. Okay. Well, thank you. Thank you very much.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

Out to the Taylor farm.

Does Tyler have something special going on this weekend? Not that I know of.

Good. I got something I want him to do.

Hey, Tyler, you find anything?

Hell no!

Keep digging.

Mr. Taylor, you've raised thoroughbreds for 45 years.

Now, how do you make money in your business?

Do you raise horses that win all the time and make you a lot of money at the

track? Well, I want the horses that we raise to bring home as many purses as

they can, yes. But I also want the horses to make me money after their

career is over.

You're talking about stud fees? Yes, sir.

The real object of the game is to raise a champion for whose offspring other

breeders will pay handsomely.

Would you tell the court who Knight's legend was?

That's the best horse I ever raised.

A true champion, inside out.

won every race he ever entered and would have been worth millions in stud fees.

What happened?

I got greedy.

He was a proven commodity. There was absolutely no reason for that horse ever

race again, except that I knew he'd win, and I wanted the money.

So I entered him in a big handicap race, and he shattered a foreleg about 20

yards from the finish line.

We took him home, but...

It didn't do any good. I just had to have him destroyed.

Who put him down, you?

Oh, no, I had my foreman do it. I couldn't even bear to watch.

Your foreman, Clint Purdy?

Oh, no, Mr.

John Donovan was my foreman at the time.

He took a .38 pistol and a shovel out into the field, and he didn't come back

until after he'd buried him.

Well, thank you very much, Ed. No further questions. Your witness.

No questions, Your Honor.

The witness may step down.

Call John Donovan to the stand.

Mr. Donovan, how long have you worked out at the Taylor Ranch?

Close to 25 years.

And you and Mr. Taylor were very good, very old friends, weren't you?

Still are.

At one point, he talked with you about making

your partner, didn't he?

We discussed it, yes.

Yeah, yeah. But that didn't work out.

No.

No, no.

And up until, oh, three and a half years ago, you were foreman,

but then that was taken away from you.

Well, when Sandra took over the farm, she did some reorganizing, gave my job

Clint Purdy, which was fine with me.

It's a young man's job anyway.

You ever get the feeling you're being shut aside?

No.

Have you ever seen this picture?

No. Do you know who this horse is?

No.

Don't you think he looks a little bit like Knight's legend?

Yeah, I guess so.

I do.

I do. I, um, I had that picture blown up.

Look at that.

Look at that.

Isn't that nice?

I had it blown up in, uh, look here. See, right under the tote board. It said

-E -F -F and it looks like an E.

So I took a chance and called Jefferson Downs. That's the little track outside

of Tallahassee. You ever been over there? Many times. And I was just

when this race might have been run.

And so I asked them if they could tell by the odds up over the tote board there

when it was run and if they had a record, and you know they did.

They had a record of it in their computer.

And this race was run March 19th of this year, three months ago.

Guess it can't be a picture of Knights Legend then, can it?

No, no.

No, it could be a picture of Knights Legend's coat, though, couldn't it?

It's impossible.

You heard Mr. Taylor?

Nice legend was destroyed before he could be used for breeding.

He was supposed to be.

But was he, Mr. Donovan?

Yes. I buried him myself.

Where? The edge of the south pasture where it's fenced off.

That whole area was dug up this weekend.

There's nothing buried there.

You never put him down, did you?

Yes, I did.

You felt you had nothing to lose.

You were losing everything at the farm anyway.

And you know, if it had turned out differently, everybody would have been

so grateful.

You hauled that horse off.

And with the tricks and knowledge you've learned over the years, you nursed him

back to health, didn't you?

No, you don't know what you're saying. That's impossible.

You don't call him nice legend, no.

And you had to forge a lot of papers, and you had to do something about the

tattoo that all thoroughbreds have under their upper lip.

But that horse is alive and well, isn't he?

I'm telling you, that's impossible.

Mr. Donovan, you should never have thrown your credit card receipts on the

floorboard of your truck. Too easy for my man Tyler to find.

I know why you've been buying so much gasoline over in Piedmont, Alabama.

Because you've been boarding a horse at a little stable outside of town.

That horse.

That's a nice legend.

This court will come to order.

Your Honor, I... I object.

Order. Order in the court.

Now, please be seated.

Mr. Matlock, how long do you intend to have this animal in my courtroom?

Your Honor, this is not a Bengal tiger or a python snake. This is just a brown

horse who likes people. See?

Nice horsey.

A few moments, Your Honor.

I'll hold you to that.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Donovan, perhaps you'd like to change your testimony.

That is Knight's legend, isn't it?

Yes.

It must have taken every penny you had to board that horse all this

time. That's why you're still working at the ranch.

You couldn't make much on stud fees because you had to keep his existence a

secret. All you could do was wait for an offspring to race

and hopefully win.

And this is a photograph of Knight's legend offspring, isn't it?

Yes.

You know where I got this picture?

In Sondra Taylor's briefcase.

I don't know where she got it. It doesn't matter. But I am sure the

saw this photograph, she saw the resemblance to Knight's legend.

She showed it to you, didn't she?

Why would she do that? I don't know.

Maybe to see what she thought.

But when she showed it to you, you knew it was only

a matter of time before she put it all together. And then it would truly all be

over.

So that night, when Tommy left the bunkhouse, you put on your work gloves,

took Tommy's knife, went up to Sandra's office, and killed her.

And then you started looking for this picture.

You looked in her briefcase, throwing stuff here and there out of her

in the wastebasket, throwing stuff in and out of the briefcase. Tommy's coming

all the time.

And you finally, you put stuff back in the briefcase.

New stuff, old stuff, papers out of the trash can.

You never found the picture because Tommy was coming.

Tommy was coming.

Tommy was coming.

And you wanted Tommy to take the blame, didn't you?

Isn't he pretty?

Did he bite you?

No.

He remembered me.