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Mr. Barnett, you stated that you left work at the Bedford Country Club after 1

.m. Did you see anything in the Country Club parking lot?

Well, as I was walking to my car, I saw Mr.

Walsh's car.

It looked like there was some difficulty, so I went over.

He was lying on the ground, bleeding from his head.

He needed help.

I knew there was a phone at the guard gate, but then I spotted another car.

And it looked like there was someone inside, so I ran to it.

It was Drew Carey. Drew Carey, the defendant.

Yes, he seemed to be passed out.

And there was a lug wrench in his lap. It was covered with blood.

Mr. Walsh and Mr.

Carey had argued violently earlier, but I never thought Mr.

Carey would murder him.

Objection. This witness's thoughts are irrelevant, unfounded... I didn't kill

Uncle Harry!

Sit down, Drew. I didn't kill him, but I know who did. If someone had put up my

fan like that... Control your client.

Yes, ma 'am.

I'll swear to you I'll take your mouth shut.

Sorry, Your Honor.

This fight you mentioned, Mr. Barnett, did you actually see it or did you just

hear about it?

Happened right in front of me. Mr.

Walsh, Drew's uncle,

was sitting at the ball with Mr. Horton.

He's the chief executive officer of Horton Aviation where Mr. Walsh worked.

Ed, please.

Thank you.

We've had this conversation before. I don't want to have it again.

But this is trouble, Jonathan.

Big trouble. For you, for me, for the company.

Edwin, you worry too much.

I'd like to go home now. I'm exhausted.

Well, go ahead. I can't go just now.

You're not coming?

I'm auditing the club book.

I'll be home after one.

I won't wait up.

Oh, hey, hey, Valerie.

Where's your fiancé?

Out looking for a rich husband.

She broke your engagement?

Couldn't have it to a nicer guy, right?

Double tequila, straight up.

How you doing, Uncle Edwin?

I've been looking for you.

Don't serve him, Martin.

Don't serve me?

It's time you stopped feeling so sorry for yourself.

Uncle Edwin, I don't need a pep talk. I just lost Caroline, you know, the money.

Nobody stole the money from you.

You blew it. Two million dollars, your entire inheritance on some fly -by

software company.

I don't need a lecture.

I need a loan.

I've offered you a job, Drew.

A lousy entry -level job and a lousy salary. I started that way.

So did your father.

Look,

you can loan me the money. You know you can.

I won't do it.

Don't ask me again.

If I had half, you know, maybe Caroline... She's a cash register.

Good riddance.

Good riddance?

You're making a fool of yourself.

You're a big man, Uncle Edwin.

But just wait.

Everybody falls.

I did, but you will too.

Then Drew stormed out.

So Mr. Carey threatened him. That doesn't sound like a threat to me. I

called him off. Mr.

Carey, you are out of order.

Drew, sit down.

I'm sorry, Your Honor. I didn't kill him!

Your Honor, may I have a moment with my client?

Explain gag.

Explain restraint.

Court is in recess for 15 minutes.

Did I kill something out of you?

They're burying me and you're just sitting there.

How many times have you ever been in a courtroom?

Twice. Twice?

I've spent more years in a courtroom than you've been alive.

I've listened in courtrooms.

I've spoken in courtrooms. I've won in courtrooms.

But there's one thing I've never done in a courtroom, and that's just sit there.

Okay. Hey, but we both know Valerie killed Uncle Edwin. She'll be on the

next. Yeah, but she'll lie. We'll see.

But... No buts, no ifs, no ands, no maybes. You got that?

You were a nice kid, good -natured, responsible.

How did you turn out to be such a jerk?

Drew did nothing but argue with Edwin.

So the argument they had that night at the club wasn't their first?

No.

Drew wanted a loan. He wanted one for a long time.

Edwin refused, of course.

And then Drew gave him no peace.

He followed him everywhere. He confronted him.

He blamed him. Don't even think about it.

Were these arguments ever violent?

They came close.

Edwin was losing patience.

He referred to their confrontation as Drew's temper tantrums. That's a lie.

Whatever our differences, he respected me.

He offered me a job that night. You think I'd kill somebody to offer me a

Young man, sit down.

I can't take this anymore. No, I can't handle this.

Stop him. You've got to go back to your seat.

Put back down.

Looks as though we would be adding escape and battery on a peace officer to

charges against your client, Mr. Matlock.

This card is now in recess.

You couldn't call?

Les, I've had a very difficult day.

You could have called.

Les, I said you could eat here while they're working on your kitchen.

Nobody said anything about cooking for me.

You could have called.

It's not like we're married or anything. We're not even going together.

I forbid.

But you could have called.

But I've had a very difficult day.

Yeah, I know. I heard about it on the radio.

Desperate criminal escapes courthouse. Boy, you pick some real winners, don't

you? He didn't do it.

Of course he did.

No, he didn't.

Then why else would he run away?

Because he doesn't have the sense God gave a goldfish.

Oh, dumb too, huh?

Last...

If your mother left you two million dollars, would you grow up to be a jerk?

She did, and I'm a lovely person.

What is this?

Ham hocks and beans.

Where'd you get the ham hocks?

What do you mean, where'd I get the ham hocks? Out of your refrigerator.

There were no ham hocks in the refrigerator.

I guess I'll go see if I can find him.

Where are you going?

See if I can find him.

Aren't you going to eat first? I don't want any.

You don't want any?

I've been cooking all day.

You can at least try a bite or two.

You're hot stuff, you know that?

I mean, I've been cooking all day. I missed Oprah, Phil Donahue, Joan Rivers,

and Dr.

Ruth. I don't know what's going on.

You killed him, Valerie.

Get out of my house.

Not until you tell me you killed him. I didn't kill Ed when he was my husband.

What about the Riverview Motel?

I don't know what you're talking about.

And that guy you were with, Aunt Val!

Did he know how much you loved Uncle Edwin?

I saw you with him in a restaurant.

I followed you, Aunt Val.

You little creep.

Uncle Edwin found out about your affair, didn't he?

And then he threatened to divorce you.

You don't want that.

Your boyfriend, he's got muscles, but he hasn't got dough.

I didn't kill Edwin. Now leave. You didn't go home the night Uncle Edwin was

murdered. You waited outside the club and hit him on the head with his own

wrench. No!

All right, I didn't come home.

I was at the Riverview Motel.

Let go of her.

This is Valerie Walsh at 1245 Skyway. Please send the police a meeting.

True.

Give her back her keys and sit down and wait for the police.

Are you nuts?

Say where he was headed?

No. Any idea where he was headed?

Uh, no.

Officer, I'm his lawyer.

Mr. Matlock, are you going to stick to this client -lawyer -privileged

information business? This man could be a murderer. Oh, I don't think so. He's

pretty much of a jackass, but I don't think he'd kill anybody.

Thanks for your help. Uh,

Ms. Walsh?

I have a lover. His name is Mark Tannen. At the time of the murder, we were at

the Riverview Motel.

Boy, you come right out with it, don't you?

Why didn't you mention your lover the first time we met?

My affair has nothing to do with Edwin's murder.

Mark is a good man, and he loves me, and I love him.

Do you have a phone number on here?

555 -9737, but he's out of town.

Did Mr.

Horton and your husband get along?

I mean, were they friends, business friends?

They argued.

They did?

Constantly. Here, at the club. Club?

That night?

About what?

Well, I couldn't really hear them, but I know they were definitely arguing.

And here?

Behind closed doors.

Probably something having to do with Horton Aviation.

Edwin was president and Jonathan was CEO.

Edwin kept his business from me.

Of course, you kept certain things from him.

That's not funny.

Why didn't you mention their arguments before?

I thought that Drew had killed him.

Oh, you thought Drew.

And nobody had accused you.

That, too.

Goodbye, Mr. Matlock.

Excuse me.

35 for a double, 40 for cable.

List of movies is over there.

What I really want is a list of the people that stayed here on the night of

September 12th. You gotta be a cop and you gotta have a warrant.

Oh, darn you.

All I've got is one of these.

Actually, I've got two.

Rather than ruin it, why don't I just take the whole thing?

Okay.

Mr. Matlock, if I don't get to the airport in 15 minutes, I'm going to...

Miss my plane for Washington, and that means I'll miss my appointment at the

Pentagon. What were you and Edwin Walsh arguing about that night?

Who said we were arguing?

Valerie Walsh.

What the hell does she know?

No, Edwin and I were just talking.

About what?

Can't say.

Why not?

We work with the Defense Department.

Oh, classified.

That's right.

That's right. Does that answer your question, Mr. Matlock? Oh, of course, of

course. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to make a phone call. Yes, sir. Mr.

Walsh's office is on this floor?

Two doors down to the right.

Oh, where

did

everything go?

Storage, mostly.

They cleaned this room out the day after the murder.

Not that there was ever much in here to begin with.

Mr. Walsh didn't believe in frills.

He spent company money like it came out of his own pocket.

Is it standard procedure around here to put a person's stuff in storage

before his body even gets cold?

All I know is Mr. Horton gave the order.

And when he says jump, we don't ask why, we just... Say ha -ha?

Uh -uh.

Call you later.

All right.

Mark Tannen, right?

Drew Carey.

Valerie's nephew?

I don't know any Valerie.

Get off my truck.

Hey, look, look, buddy.

I know all about you and Aunt Val, so you can cooperate.

Or the police will know, too.

What do you want?

Where were you the night her husband was murdered?

I was with her.

Yeah.

Where?

Riverview Motel.

Then how come your name wasn't in the motel registry?

Said who?

Well, I have it right here.

And you know damn well your name isn't in it. Now, come on, Mark.

Did she murder Edwin, or did you?

Where'd you come from?

You're the killer.

Ben's not here.

I'll wait.

He went to Buffalo to a lawyer's convention.

He won't be back for weeks.

This is not a good hideout.

Policemen are in and out of here all the time, you know.

Policemen just love Ben and Ben's friends.

They drop in every ten seconds or so to see me and just see how I'm doing.

Once they're here any second now... Can you just stop talking for a minute

there, fella?

Ben! X -Nay, the killer name!

What? Oh, hi, Ben.

Look... Call the police! You can't do that! Don't give me that lawyer -client

relationship garbage. I'm off the case.

You can't!

Mark Tannin's the killer. I saw him. He lied to me. I'm going back there

tomorrow. Give me the keys to the car. I have to find out who killed Uncle

Edwin. No, give me the keys.

You've made me look like the worst kind of stupid lawyer who can't even control

his own client. You're spoiled, you're arrogant, you're stupid.

Give me the keys.

Ben, let me explain. Shut up, sit down. Now listen, Ben. Ben said sit down.

suit. Well, your friend threw flour on mine, and this is all I could find.

Be careful with that.

I see you cleaned up the kitchen. Yeah, I can't eat breakfast in the middle of a

mess. Well, you didn't get anything on.

No, no, no, no. Here, here. Just sit down and eat, okay?

Oh, breakfast.

Something to get you started with.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm glad you got it done before Les gets over here.

Who is he?

Neighbor.

Retired plastics. When something breaks down at his house, he hangs around over

here. Weird dude.

Yeah.

Of course, I'm a little weird myself, too, sometimes, so we make a pretty good

team.

Drew? I've been thinking about you.

You've been unhappy for a long time, haven't you?

I can understand now. You wanted for murder, and your mother left you two

million dollars, and you blew that.

One roll of the dice.

Gone.

Somewhere up there, my father's laughing at me, saying, Drew?

You're no good.

Never were.

Your father was a hard man. Hard on himself.

Hard on your mother. He tolerated me because I was his lawyer.

He was real hard on you.

My father didn't like me.

Your father didn't like anybody.

But you were his son, so...

I liked you.

Yeah? Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. You were a good kid. You got good marks in school, and you had a

nice personality, and I just liked you.

That's what you did.

Stay right here.

Stay outside.

Mr. Horton, what a surprise.

Well, my plane just got in from Washington, and I took the liberty of

by. Hope you don't mind.

How come?

Well, I was under the gun yesterday, and I was rather short with you. That was

rude of me, and I want to apologize.

Oh, there's no apologies necessary.

Classified information is classified information.

Well, it's no longer classified.

You see, Horton Aviation is building a new military supply transport.

It's going to be unveiled in about two weeks, so it's no longer top secret. And

now you know the subject of my discussion with Edwin. Oh, that's what

Edwin were arguing about, the military supply transport.

Argument is, well, rather a strong word. We were discussing design details, you

know, the can of the wing, thickness of the hull. There are thousands of those

details. It's all very complicated, but...

You get the idea?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, and it was nice of you to stop by.

Oh, look at that car.

Now, that's some car.

Does the leather still have that leather smell?

Well,

some of these days.

Edwin drove a car a lot like this, didn't he? Exactly the same.

All of my executives drive them.

We get the fleet price.

Oh.

You get many flats?

Never.

Never had one.

Well, I guess Edwin was just unlucky all the way around that night.

If he had called someone to change that flat, he'd probably be alive today.

But that's Edwin.

Counting pennies till the end.

Getting along without him is going to be just about impossible.

Well, thanks.

See you someday.

Okay.

Well, take care.

I told you to stay put. What if he had seen you? I'd have taken off.

Sooner or later, you're going to have to give yourself up to the cops. You keep

taking off, you're going to wind up dead. Yeah, I've got to get back to that

construction site. No, no, no, no, no.

I'll go see what I can unwrap.

But if you'd just let me... No, we're both in over our heads already.

Here, put this on. Oh, but I can't... Take off my good suit, put that on, and

stay here.

sleep last night thinking of you alone, hero, that killer.

You're wearing Ben's best suit.

You get a car?

Sure, it's parked in my driveway.

Hey, Ben.

Looking for your client?

I don't know, Bob.

He actually decked the bailiff.

That's the rumor.

Any clues on him?

Nah, not a peep.

I'll bet you could give us a hand.

Yeah. He's out at my house. Why don't you take a look?

So what is it with you and this kid, huh, Ben? When are you dropping?

Can't do that.

I'm sure the court will let you withdraw.

Well, more than that.

I know that when you look at Drew Carey, you're looking at a jerk.

You are, too.

Well, yeah.

But I knew him when he was a little kid, you know.

Used to deliver papers and work. He was a nice, honorable little fellow. I know

what happened to him.

I know what happened to him. I guess that's the difference.

And besides that, I don't think he did it.

It's a good case.

You reckon? I don't think so.

I got to go in and see Judge Cookson.

He gets mad when anybody comes in his office eating, so...

Uh, Ben, you hear from that boy you let us

know? No, I can't.

Look, Mr. Matlock, I registered under a false name.

That's why it's not there.

What name did you use?

You weren't at the motel, were you?

Why would I lie?

Well, that's for you to tell me.

Or the police.

And if I were you, I'd tell me, because the police a lot of times don't believe

ex -cons.

Do you know?

Well... Okay.

I was at a racetrack outside of Butler Township in Alabama.

By yourself?

A bunch of guys.

Just so you know, Valerie told me to lie.

Valerie told you to say you were at that motel?

She called me yesterday after that run -in with you and her nephew.

She doesn't know where I was that night.

You see, we had some girls with us.

Mostly for luck.

Mr. Matlock.

That night was the only time I ever broke parole.

Are you going to say anything?

Not unless I have to.

You

know

what this means now, don't you? Hey, what the hell?

Damn it, Drew, now you stole the last car.

Miss Walt, this is Ben Matlock, Drew Carey's lawyer.

Yes. I only have a minute to talk to you.

Drew didn't kill your husband.

I don't know who did, but I think we can end one of our more immediate

problems.

Drew is on his way over to see you. He is? I'm calling the police.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, that's right. Call the cops.

What do you want?

Mark Tannen just blew your alibi.

He wasn't with you that night at the motel. He was at the racetrack.

Yeah, a bunch of guys and women can vouch for him.

What?

You killed Uncle Edwin, didn't you?

No, I was covering for Margaret that Margaret killed him.

You killed Uncle Edwin.

I was at Harry's bar from 10 till 1. Check with the bartender.

You have to do that at the dinner table.

Well, you don't have to look.

Well, you've got the picture of the dead body right on the bread.

Well, yeah.

When's the trial?

Starts tomorrow.

You must have some idea by now who the real Cutler is.

Well, it's not Valerie.

It's not her boyfriend.

How do you know?

They're alibis.

It's not Drew.

Oh, sure.

Not cute little sweet little Drew.

Well, it's not.

He stole my car.

Stealing a car is a lot different from murder.

Well, then who's left?

Jonathan Horton. Who's he?

He's the victim's boss.

It's him. It's got to be him.

Is it just because you don't like him or do you have proof?

I don't like him.

I don't have any proof.

Oh.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Seems like the wheel of a nice car.

It is the wheel of a nice car.

All the executives in that company drive cars like this. Nice company.

Yeah. They buy a lot of the same model, the same car, and then they get a big

break on the price.

You know what?

What? Mr. Walsh's car is not like Mr. Horton's car.

Really?

Yeah.

Excuse me, I got to make a phone call.

Thanks for dinner.

Great lamb stew.

It was beef stroganoff.

Mr.

Horton, how would you characterize the decedent? Was he dependable,

hardworking?

He was an asset to Horton Aviation.

Extremely competent.

Loyal. Fair.

Honest. To a fault.

Did you ever argue with him?

Well, we had some pretty good discussions, but... And

very loudly, perhaps, but I wouldn't say that we argued.

So you had discussions.

Discussions about the...

A military supply transport that you just built?

Yes. And the prototype alone cost the government nearly

one billion dollars, didn't it? Yes. Yeah.

What's it called?

The Horton MST. It's a very complex machine.

Horton MST.

Is it expensive?

Because it's complex or because you

padded expenditures.

Like, say, for instance, $50 instead of 50 cents for both.

That's a serious charge, Mr. Matlock. And false.

You ordered Mr. Walsh's file sealed less than 24 hours after his death. Why?

Security reasons?

Or was it because he discovered?

that the budget for the transport had been padded.

No, absolutely not.

I think he had and was collecting proof.

Mr. Walsh was a very honest man and he would sooner see Horton Aviation go down

the tubes than cheat the government. And that is why you were arguing with him

and why you took his files.

and why you killed him, isn't it? This is outrageous, insulting, and false.

Lawyers, including you, Mr. Matlock, can be sued for defamation. The truth is

not defamation.

And the truth is, as soon as the General Accounting Office goes over your

budget, they will find that you defrauded the government to the tune

$11 to $12 million, won't they? Your Honor, this line of questioning has

to do with this case.

Goes to motive, Your Honor.

Overruled. Thank you.

Miss Thornton, all the executives in your company drive the

same make and model of car, don't they?

Yes. And you drove, like, a car to court today, didn't you? Yes. Aha, your car.

The license plate number is

KFP848.

And you parked in the pay parking lot space 93.

I believe so.

Would you mind if I borrowed your keys for a few minutes?

What for?

With the court's permission, your car will prove

who the killer of Edwin Walsh is.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Do you mind if the bailiff takes a little spin?

Okay, George, back her right up. Back her right up.

Right up beside Mr. Walsh.

Carl, okay, here.

Bring her tummy.

Bring her tummy. Bring her tummy. Ho!

Two right there. Good, George.

Good, George.

All set, Your Honor. Your Honor, I'd like to repeat the objection I raised in

chambers regarding Mr. Matlock's dog and pony show.

So noted. But for the moment, overruled.

Proceed, Mr. Matlock.

Now, you've already given us your version.

What happened tonight that Mr.

Walsh was murdered. But that's not really what happened, is it?

Of course it's what happened. Oh, no, no, no.

You left the club, oh, about an hour after my client.

Good night.

On your way across the parking lot, you passed Edwin Walsh's car.

It was empty.

Because he was still inside the club, auditing the books.

Then you saw Drew's car.

And inside, you saw Drew, passed out, front feet, dead to the world.

And that's when it hit you.

A way of keeping Edwin Walsh from ever blowing the whistle on you.

First thing you did was give Edwin Walsh's car a flat tire.

Then you got in your car and left, making sure you said goodnight to the

security guard so that he could later testify that you went home before the

murder, but you didn't go home.

You parked your car on the road by the golf course, got out, opened your trunk.

took out the lug wrench, walked back to the parking lot, and waited in the

shadows for Mr. Walsh to come out.

Mr. Walsh saw the flat tire and started to change it himself just like you knew

he would.

That's when you hit him over the head with the lug wrench from your car.

A blow that killed him.

You then removed the lug wrench from Mr. Walsh's car so two wrenches wouldn't be

found at the scene of the crime.

Then you placed the blood -stained murder weapon in Drew's lap.

Made your way back to your car and drove away. How'd I do, Mr. Horton?

Not a single word of that is true.

Then prove me wrong This lug wrench was found in my clients hand

take it and Remove the lug nut from the

front wheel of mr. Walsh's car

It doesn't seem to want to go on that nut, does it?

Well, it's probably just me.

To be honest, I've never done this before.

Oh. Well, just for kicks, how about trying it on the front wheel of your

Let's see.

There.

Let's see.

How about that? How about that?

Perfect fit.

See, you assumed...

Because the cars are the same model.

The wrenches would be the same.

Interchangeable.

But they're not.

Because Mr. Walsh didn't like frills. He took the wheels that came from the

factory. But you love frills. You got all the frills you could lay your hands

on.

Deluxe stereo, tape deck, special seats, remote control, alarm system.

Even... Fancy wheel covers.

This murder weapon fits the wheels on your car

because this murder weapon came out of your trunk.

Didn't it?

Will the jury find the defendant not guilty?

There you go.

Order. Order!

As for you, Mr. Carey, you have disrupted this court, assaulted my

escaped from custody.

Now, while these crimes carry jail sentences of many long years, in light

time you have spent in custody awaiting trial on this matter, and the extreme

emotional tension you are under, I am recommending...

that you be sentenced to lengthy community service.

This court is adjourned.

Nice bouquet.

$2 .75.

A bottle?

$2 .75.

No kidding.

We got to keep this to ourselves.

Well, like I am.

Salute.

Well,

you're right.

Drew didn't do it. Well, I told you. I know, but I thought right to the last.

You told them you never had a more contrary, cantankerous, childish client

you. Yeah.

Well,

you got that right.

You told them to shape up. Oh, yeah, and quit trying that get -rich -quick

stuff. Yeah, and settle down.

Oh, yeah, and be the reasonable person that his mother raised him to be.

Well, that's the way my mother raised me.

If she said it once, she said it a million times.

Lester, I want you to be a reasonable man.

Be strong.

Be firm.

Be tough.

But above all, be reasonable.