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Mother's gone.

They don't have no food to eat.

Sometimes no shoes on their feet.

Mother's gone.

I'll teach you like mother

That was terrific.

Thank you. That was really great.

Thank you.

Do I know you?

Not likely, my man.

Well, you play a hell of a guitar.

Hey, thanks. You play? No, no, no, no, not like that.

You're Eddie Cougar Haynes, aren't you?

You recorded a couple albums in the late 50s, played all the jazz clubs in the

60s, and you disappeared in the early 70s.

Man, it's good somebody remembers.

Yeah, well, grab your gear. I'll stick you to a meal.

Yeah All right, I'll grab your bag This

is a pleasure

do rob a bank something like that ever hear of dreams dreams

no i don't think so that's my band yeah that's how i got all this we're together

about eight years made 10 albums seven platinum two gold a lot of fun while it

lasted now i produce a little and write a few songs i bet you do

come on let's go

You're late.

I did a grocery shopping for you. Eddie, this is my mother, Lorraine Maslin,

Eddie Haynes. How do you do?

Eddie's one of the world's greatest blues guitarists. How nice.

But don't forget, your uncle's coming to my house for dinner tonight. I'll bring

him over here about nine.

Fine.

Oh, Terry, the band's waiting for you by the pool.

Thanks for the shopping, Mom.

Hey, look, man, maybe I'd better go.

No, no, forget it. Come on.

Come on in.

Here we go.

Let me grab you a cup. Look at this.

You've been living here long?

Oh, yeah. I was born in this town.

About five years ago, I decided to stay, so I went out and I... About the

biggest and best house I could find.

Well, I like what you've done with it.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's interesting, yeah.

You hungry?

I can eat something.

All right.

All right, let's get some food here.

Here. Ooh, look at this.

All right.

Let's, um, help yourself. If you feel like cooking anything, go right ahead. I

gotta go talk to the van here.

Shouldn't take too long.

We're in a conversation, guys. I don't want to talk about it. Terry, look, just

leave, all right? All right.

Who's that?

It's a friend of mine.

All right, let's go.

Anytime.

Can I get you a drink?

Anytime,

man.

Sorry about that.

Well, what a pleasure, my friend.

Oh, a little rye will be all right.

A little rye will be all right.

We can do a little rye here.

Straight up for me.

Straight up for you?

Yeah. Well, I'll match you.

Here we are.

All right.

Well, let's do it.

you a song i'll put your name on it that way if it's a hit you can live off the

royalties for a while anyway come on i can't be that easy well people like me

got rich ripping off people like you it's payback time my friend all right

me

Hello.

Hi. I'm going to be working here a couple of hours.

No problem.

Nice.

Hey,

welcome to stay, Eddie.

Your mother's coming back, and I don't want to cause no problems. Forget about

that. Look, I'll be back in the morning, okay?

Where are you going to sleep?

Well, there's a big oak tree in the park. I sleep under it. It's real

comfortable. All right.

Can I take you there at least?

No.

I'll be back for breakfast in the morning. How's that?

All right. Breakfast is around noon.

Okay. Thanks for everything, yeah? Good night, Eddie. Bye -bye.

Bye.

Good night, Eddie.

Good night.

You coming in?

Get the tree! Spread your feet!

Well, well.

Look what we have here.

Hey, Al.

Ben. Dan Gurney.

Sorry to call you so early.

I wanted to catch you before you left for the office.

You did a good job, Dan.

Ben?

Ben? What?

Got a murder out here.

Thought it might interest you.

Dan, I got all the work out in the hell in town.

I think the DA's got the wrong man.

Ever hear of Eddie Haynes?

Are you talking about Eddie Cougar Haynes?

Hello, Eddie.

I'm Ben Matlow.

Oh, the sheriff's friend.

I like your music.

I heard you once in a club in Atlanta.

It must have been the lion's head. Always be the lion's head in Atlanta.

Yeah, that was a long time ago.

Yeah, 20 years, maybe more.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Eddie, how'd you wind up on the streets?

Not taking care of business.

Drinking too much.

Partying too much.

Anything else?

Well, I did try three to five for a sup on some club owner that stiffed me from

my pay.

When I come out, most of the clubs were gone and the ones that was left, they

wouldn't touch me.

Oh, yeah.

Now, Eddie...

This police report says that you were found with Terry Maslin's gold Rolex

and several thousand dollars worth of his jewelry.

I don't steal.

The current theory is that Terry Maslin caught you stealing the stuff and you

killed him.

I don't steal.

And when I left, he was alive.

Why didn't you leave?

I had a good thing going with the boy.

He was going to put my name on a song, and I could live off the royalties.

But his mama didn't like me. She didn't want me around.

I didn't want to get riled up, so I figured I'd spend the night in the park.

And then maybe I wouldn't have to spend any more nights in the park. You know

where I'm coming from?

Yeah.

Who else knew you were in the house?

Well, like I said, his mama, his band, and that girl I told the police about,

she was there when I left.

The county police say they have nothing to go on. They don't know who this girl

is or named. They don't even know if she exists.

Well, she does.

I might be a convicted felon, but I didn't kill nobody.

Eddie, I believe you.

People of the state of Georgia versus Edward Haynes. Case number 245104.

Benjamin Matlock for the defense, Your Honor. Defendant is present and waives

further reading of his rights in the indictment.

Pleased not guilty. Request the jury trial. Waves time.

How about April 12th? Fine.

Prosecution agrees.

As to the subject of bail, Your Honor, defendant has no means of support, no

money. When arrested, he was found sleeping in a park because, as he put

could not afford a room.

Under the circumstances, there is a real possibility Mr. Haynes might flee

jurisdiction, and I feel compelled to recommend the highest possible bail.

Your Honor, Eddie Cougar Haynes' music is in the Smithsonian Institute. His

music is in the Library of Congress. No compilation of the blues would be

complete without him. He's a legend.

He's a national treasure.

Mr. Matlock, this is all very true, but it misses the point.

Your Honor, Eddie Haynes is part of our cultural heritage. Surely he deserves to

be treated with a modicum of respect. Mr. Matlock, the man has no money, no

home. If released, where is he going to stay?

With me.

Fine. Stay at my house.

Yeah, I said all right.

Defendant is released on his own recognizance.

Court is recessed.

There's no furniture or chairs or anything.

There isn't.

Terry Maslin liked it like this.

Odd.

Ben, this is Terry's mother, Lorraine Maslin. Hello.

This is Ben Matlock.

I think I'll be out. Yes, ma 'am.

I'm sorry about your son.

Then why are you defending his killer?

I don't think Eddie Haynes killed anybody.

But he had my son's things.

His watch and jewelry, that diamond ring that he'd inherited from his father.

He loved that ring.

Why did he bring that man back here with him?

Was there a woman here that night?

I have no idea who was here.

Was Terry seeing someone special?

There was a different girl every week.

He had to have a program to keep track.

I understand he had a meeting with his old band.

They were all his friends. They grew up together.

There was an argument?

They were like a family. Sometimes families fight.

It doesn't mean anything.

Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you, Ms. Maslin.

Again, I'm very sorry.

Nice. Hey, man.

I don't like nobody coming up on me like that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to

surprise you.

That's all right. Come on. Sit down and have a drink.

You know, you said some weird things about me in court.

Well, I just... I just meant that you're a fine artist.

Well, I sure appreciate that.

But, um, just a poor git picker from out of Mississippi.

My people all worked in the fields.

Well, where did you start singing?

In church.

I used to love to sing in church.

See the tears coming down on people's face, clapping their hands and patting

their feet.

You know you're bringing joy out of their hearts.

There's nobody that sings and plays guitar the way you do, Eddie.

Oh, thank you.

I wonder if...

It'd be all right if I could play it with you a little bit sometime.

Well, let's see. You got a guitar.

That's a nice song wait till it's finished

If you're looking for the gospel group, they're in Studio C.

Oh, thanks for thinking I'd fit in.

Then that one.

Oh, let me guess. You'd like to ask me a few questions.

Yes. Like, why was the band over at Terry's house the day he was killed?

Yeah. We were there to discuss a tour.

Uh -huh.

Was there an argument?

Down and out, man.

What about?

Keith wanted to go out on the road, and Terry didn't.

A lot of money in those.

Big rock and roll tours.

Millions.

And Terry didn't care?

Terry was as rich as the creases.

He owned the publishing and our music, so he didn't need a tour.

What about you?

What about me?

Did you need a tour, Mr. Charl?

What I need is to turn this album into a big hit.

If the tour had coincided with the album's release, it would have been

That's what I told Terry.

Well, you've been a big help.

Was there a girl at the house that day?

I didn't see her.

Was Terry dating anybody special?

Terry changed girls the way he changed his shirts, you know. Like every day.

There's no way I'd know who it was.

Oh, well.

Thanks.

I wanted a tour.

For the money?

Honey, do I look like I need money?

Well, why?

I'm a drummer, and a drummer needs a band.

I never thought about that.

We're usually not songwriters, usually not singers. When a band breaks up, we

home. I've been home for three years.

That's why I wanted a tour. I want some fun.

I wanted something to do.

Why did your band dreams break up?

The party line on the break is artistic differences.

And the truth?

Truth is, three years ago, Paul Chiaro's wife left him.

Yeah?

She left Paul for his oldest and dearest friend and business partner, Terry

Maslin.

Brian Chiaro was an airhead of the First Order.

She actually thought she could make Terry settle down.

It lasted three weeks and destroyed the band forever.

You met Paul?

Not yet.

Thanks.

I love Paul.

But Paul is slightly obsessive and possessive and all those good macho

He went berserk.

The band went to pieces and that, as they say, was that.

You think Paul killed Terry?

Sounds to me like you think Paul killed Terry.

What is he doing here? You didn't say you were going to bring him here. We

find the girl who's here the other night.

And I thought if I could bring Eddie back out here, it might somehow jog his

memory. I want you to leave.

Miss Maslin, the girl might be our only hope for clearing Eddie. Please, this

would only take a few minutes, please.

Five minutes.

Thank you. Yes, ma 'am.

Where was the girl? Right over there.

About this height. Dark hair. Good body.

What was she wearing?

Dungarees. Tight.

Black. Turtleneck sweater.

Come to think of it, she didn't wear that turtleneck when I left. She had on

shirt. Big shirt.

Like it wasn't hers.

Five minutes.

Well, he's got enough clothes in here to open up his own mall.

Not in here.

How about that?

Hey, do it.

think you're doing? I never said you could go upstairs. Yes, ma 'am. I never

even said you could come into the house.

And don't ever come back.

Well, back again. Interesting place.

Yeah.

Now, you know what the problem is? What?

It's the same as always. You're playing too loud.

Hey, gentlemen.

Hey, my new groupie. Mr. Matlock, have you met the rest of the band? No.

This is Keith Morrissey. Hello. Dennis Johnson. Ben Matlock. Hey, you're

planning a tour.

Well, it gets around.

This should be the biggest one ever. Farewell Memorial Tour.

Big auditoriums. Major dollars, Mr. Matlock.

Well, you get your way, Mr. Morrissey.

I guess so.

Did you want something?

Well, I was hoping we might talk.

Well, we'll go inside.

Okay.

Good. Thanks.

What can I do for you, Mr. Matlin?

Well, the other members of the band live in mansions. You

rent an apartment.

They drive big cars, and you're in a compact.

I'm broke.

Why is that?

Bad investments, bad habits.

Then you really wanted that tour.

Right again.

Unless I missed my guess, you were desperate for that tour because you're a

gambler.

I don't advertise my problems, Mr. Matlock.

Terry was my friend.

He was the one that bailed me out, got me the help I needed to stop gambling.

Well, that's on it.

There's no point in arguing with him. He made up his mind.

He just accepted that.

I had no choice.

Thank you.

You gotta give Denny credit.

He's good.

I understand you were at Terry Madeline's the night he was murdered.

And who may I ask told you that?

Eddie Haynes described you perfectly.

He says you can clear him.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't there.

I've never been there. Well, do you know him?

Ever met him?

No.

Then how did your sweater get in his bedroom?

There must be a million sweaters like that.

This one has your laundry mark in it.

See?

That's how I found you.

Look. I have no idea how my sweater got there. I only know that I didn't put it

there. All right?

So, I'm leaving now.

Suzanne.

Look, if there's some reason you can't tell me the truth, maybe I can protect

you.

What is it with you?

I am telling the truth.

I'll get a subpoena.

We'll see if they believe you in court.

Excuse me.

How long, how long, baby, how long?

If I could holler like a mountain jack, go up on the

mountain, call my baby back.

She's been gone so long, how long, baby?

$10 bill, looks like a window shade to me.

$20 bill, baby, something I don't ever see.

Ain't seen one so long.

You ever think about settling down?

No, Ben. I got the itch. I got to move.

Don't you think sometimes you're getting a little too old for that?

Yeah. I'm too old for everything.

I'm 67 and on trial for murder.

And I know I'm too old for that.

How long, how long, how long was that evening's

train been gone?

How long, how long, how long, baby,

baby, how long? How long, how long, how long?

We're looking for Gillian Byrne. That's me.

I'm Michelle Thomas. This is Ben Matlock. Hi.

You room with Suzanne Cullen?

Uh -huh.

Oh. Oh, this is her jacket.

We're trying to find her.

Lots of luck.

You know where she is? Not exactly.

Ma 'am, I have a subpoena here in Suzanne Cullen's name, and I have every

intention of serving.

You've got a big problem. Suzanne skipped the country.

What? She went to Europe.

Europe? She comes from a super -rich, straight -laced family. She gets caught

the middle of a rock -and -roll murder trial, she'll get cut off.

So she was there.

Oh, yeah, she was there.

But she won't be back for a couple of years.

I pushed her too hard.

I'm sorry, I just pushed her too hard.

Oh, yes.

None but thee, dear Lord, none but thee.

And when this feeble...

To the...

Find that girl and she'll clear you.

Well, I never have been big in the brakes department.

Do I know that song?

I don't think so.

Well, it's familiar.

That's the song Terry Maslin was writing for me when he got murdered.

Ain't nobody heard it but me.

No.

I've heard it too.

Mr. Chiaro, how long had you known Terry

Maslin? We went to high school together.

And when did you start first playing in a band together?

Around 1973.

Terry joined my band, Savannah.

And you continued to play together?

Yeah. There were a lot of bands around that time. They'd come and go.

But one way or another, Terry and I had wound up together.

And you were good friends.

That's right.

And then in the late 70s, you all formed... and became very

successful. That's right.

Did the enormous success affect your friendship?

No, not at all.

Good, good.

You were married in 1983.

Yes. And Dreams was at the peak of its success, just one million -selling

album after another. I believe they're called Platinum. That's right. And you

had several singles and big tours, and then...

Quite unexpectedly, the band broke up in 1986. Is that right?

Yeah.

It was because of your marriage, wasn't it?

In a manner of speaking.

Your wife left you for Terry, didn't she? Yeah. And you didn't want to work

him anymore.

That's right.

But the fact is that you shared several business investments with him and you

couldn't exactly break it off like that, could you? Yeah.

We were like a divorced couple with kids. We couldn't get rid of each other.

And then after a while, the friendship came back. Oh, that's good.

That's good.

What about the band?

Oh, the band never recovered. No. Well, that's why I guess you went on what they

call a solo career.

Yes. In fact, you're just finishing.

recording your second solo album. And both your first and second albums have

been recorded at a studio called Premier Sound.

Is that right? Yeah.

Is that where you met Suzanne Cullen?

Suzanne who? Cullen.

I don't think I know anyone by that name.

Well,

the police... The police took this jacket from her apartment.

Uh, last night.

And, uh, in fact, I saw, uh, Gillian Burns, her roommate, wearing it at

Sound. See, it's got her name, see, Suzanne, embroidered on the front, and

Premier Sound on the back. Now, does seeing this jacket, uh, jog your

recollection of Suzanne Cullen? Okay, I knew her.

Okay.

In fact, you, uh, you bought this jacket.

for her, didn't you? Yes.

And you gave it to her personally as a present? Yes.

You were seeing her, weren't you?

No. Yes, you were.

And she threw you over for Terry, didn't she?

No. Second woman to leave you for Terry. How about it? That's a lie.

You're a big rock and roll star. Nobody treats you like that.

Especially your supposed friend, Terry.

You hated him.

Hated him when you saw this itinerant man in his house.

Your new opportunity was knocking.

You left with the band when you were supposed to, but you came back later.

And you murdered Terry Maslin and framed Eddie Haynes. Your Honor, I object.

This is pure speculation.

It is not speculation, Your Honor. May I show you?

All right.

Proceed. Thank you. I believe the first time we met was at Studio B in Premier

Sound, and you were writing a new song for your second solo album. Is that

right? Yes, I was.

Have you played that song for anyone?

No.

Have you played it outside the studio?

No. So no one in this courtroom could have heard that song.

That's right.

Mr. Charles, I wonder if you would mind just

playing that song for the court.

Your Honor. Your Honor.

Go ahead.

Please play the song, Mr. Charles.

Don't stop playing. It's pretty.

I don't remember anymore.

Want me to go to Premiere Sound and get the sheet music?

Mr. Chiaro.

Please play the song, Mr. Chiaro.

How can my client possibly know that song?

I don't know.

You said yourself you never played it for anyone else. How can he possibly

it? I said I don't know.

It's because you stole that song.

Eddie Haynes told the police, and he'll testify in this court, that Terry Maslin

was writing him a song, a song that would provide him with royalties for...

knows how long? Maybe a long time.

So you didn't write that song you were playing.

Terry Maslin did.

And that's how Eddie Haynes knows it.

Your problem is... Terry hadn't started writing that song

before you left the house with the band the day of the murder.

And the only possible way you could even know of the song... is if you returned

later that night.

Which you did.

You did.

And you killed Terry Maslin.

And you stole his watch and his valuables and the diamond ring his

him. And you found Eddie and planted them on him.

And before you left, you saw the sheet music on the piano. And you said, what

the hell? And you took it.

You needed a hit.

From what I hear, your solo career

Needs a shot in the arm. You desperately needed a hit.

You stole that song.

Ambition.

We might never have known, but ambition got the better of you.

Nothing further.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?

We find the defendant, Edward Haynes, not guilty.

Well, at the midnight special, shine your light on me.

Well, at the midnight special, shine your ever -loving light on me. Well, you

ought to call me Miss Rosa.

How in the world do you know?

Well, I know by apron and the dress she wore, umbrella on her shoulder.

Piece of paper in her hand.

Well, she's going to see the governor.

Just a lease of mail. Let the midnight special shine the light on me.

Let the midnight special shine the ever -loving light on me. When you get up in

the morning and the big bell rings, you go marching to the table.

You find the same damn thing. No forks on the table.

Ain't nothing in the pan.

And if you say a thing about it You have trouble with a man Well, let the

midnight special Shine your light on me Well, let the midnight special

Shine your ever -loving light on me Well, if you ever go to Houston, Texas

you better walk right Well, you better not squabble And you better not fight

That cop will arrest you He'll sure take you down

Well, you can bet your bottom dollar that you'll kill housebound. Well, let

midnight special shine your light on me.

Well, let the midnight special shine your ever -loving light on, ever -loving

light on, ever -loving light on.