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Bye.

This is romantic.

Yeah. And you are absolutely darling.

Yeah. Come on.

You know.

That's what?

Honey.

This is our third date. I've come over here for two breakfasts and one pre

jog in the park and you say you can't do things at night.

I go to bed at 8 p .m. But I thought that you models liked the high life,

dancing and all -night wild parties.

Models who want to work with Harry Samuels go to bed early and start to

before dawn.

Harry's a genius. He's going to make me a star. So if this thing is shooting

before dawn, I will be there.

I'm asleep at dawn.

Well, maybe you should go home and take a little nap.

No, wait, wait.

Wait.

You know that song that Aretha Franklin does, Respect?

What about it?

Well, in that song, she says, when I get home, give me my propers.

Your what?

You know what I mean. Come on.

Come on.

Tell you what.

Come with me to the shoot, and after it's over, then we'll see what happens.

That sounds like a plan.

Beautiful.

Very nice, honey. Okay, Carla. No, don't do that.

Smile, Laura. Smile, Laura.

Come on, smile. There it is. Smile like me. No, stop that.

There it is. Very nice. Okay, Carla.

Ladies, start brooding now, okay?

Brood for me. He loves you. He loves you.

He's not coming back.

Yeah, that's right.

He's not coming back. That's right. Follow. Reach for him.

Reach for him. Reach for him. Lauren?

Lauren? There. Lauren?

Beautiful. Reach for him. That's right. Come on. Lauren?

Lauren?

Beautiful. Bobby, whatever it is you're doing, you can stop it right now.

Wardrobe! Carla's falling apart. Please.

That one's good?

Yeah, it's beautiful. Water, juice? No, I'm okay.

We're happy. Are we done? Lauren, okay.

Lauren, switch now. Switch with Carla. Carla on the right. Lauren, you're on

left. You don't want to do that, Harry.

Excuse me?

My left side stinks.

Come on.

Lauren, just switch, okay?

No.

Lauren.

No!

Five minutes, everyone.

You and me in the makeup room now. Harry, this is no big deal. Okay, both

you, please, this way.

How dare

you.

Nobody photographs my left side, period.

Not you, not Richard Avedon, nobody.

No model tells me what to shoot, ever.

If they weren't looking right to left, they'll just flop the negative. Don't

tell me what they can and can't do. That's not the point. The point is when

tell you to switch, you switch.

Does this happen all the time?

Harry considers himself an artist.

Ever watched a shoot before?

No, first time. Conrad McMasters.

Friend of Carlos. Bobby Michaelson. I'm with Lauren.

Nice to meet you.

From New York?

I own part of a modeling agency.

Jackie,

what are you doing here?

You're supposed to be minding the store, not sniffing after Lawrence. I'm

spanking. I've never been to it.

Never mind.

Now get back in there and do exactly as you're told or you're fired. You got

that? What?

I hear you've been bad -mouthing me. Jackie.

Spangler's is suddenly not interested in using my people for their Christmas

catalog. I hear you're the reason why. All I told them is they could stay under

budget if they used less expensive models.

You told their art director that my mom... We under -accomplished and over

-plucked. I don't like it when people talk behind my back.

If you've got something to say, then say it to my face.

Jackie, please calm down.

You have crossed over the line, Harry.

This is war.

And believe me, when the dust clears, there's only going to be one of us

standing. And it isn't going to be you.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm going to change. You wait here, okay? All right.

That's some argument old Harry had with that lady, huh?

That lady is my agent, Jackie Whitman.

Poor Harry.

He really blew it.

She can really keep him from getting work?

You bet.

That'll be the last major spread he does for a long time.

Tough lady.

Harry should have known better.

What?

Your place or mine?

Honey, I'm still working.

I knew that.

I knew that.

So where do you want to have lunch?

I don't look this way because I lunch. I do laps, so can you drop me off at the

hotel, please?

You're forgetting about something.

Proppers, right? Yes.

Later, after the shoot.

Good with the fly.

I got the film you ordered.

Mr. Samuels.

Mr.

Samuels.

I'm going to put the film on the table outside the door.

Okay?

I called to see if you wanted any lunch. Where you been?

Wild goose chase.

Hey, film.

We're in business.

What do you mean, wild goose chase?

Just what I said.

Harry?

You been here long?

I just got in. Why?

I got good news and bad news.

The good news is Jackie Whitman's not going to bother you anymore.

The bad news is I think she's dead.

What's going on? I don't know. They won't let us in. Not a clue.

I

think I

killed Jackie.

What? Jackie?

It is when they ring those golden bells for you and

me.

Yeah. Hey, hi, come in, come in, come in, come in.

Hey, Ben. Yeah. I've got to talk to you.

Okay. This is Carla Royce. Carla, this is Ben Matlock. Hi. Carla's from New

York. Yeah, from New York.

Did I mention that she was going to be in town this weekend?

Yeah, I believe you mentioned she was going to be in town.

No, thanks.

Then good.

No, thank you.

Well, sit down so I can have lunch.

What's up?

Carla's agent, Jackie Whitman, was murdered this afternoon.

I heard that on the news.

Your agent, I'm sorry.

They arrested my friend, Harry Samuel.

Mr. Matlock, I've known Harry for years. He's impulsive and he's temperamental,

but he's not a murderer.

Did he have any reason?

Jackie told him she was going to ruin his career.

Oh.

His answering service got a message from somebody named Jackie asking him to

meet her at the park so they could talk.

He went to the park and no one was there.

And when he got back to the studio, he found her dead.

Did somebody set him up? Yeah.

He can pay your fee, Ben.

Come on, man.

No. Mr. Matlock, please.

I can't.

I just... I just can't.

What the hell? What's one more case?

I found her. I called 911.

Yeah, I mean, who thought that I was going to get blamed for the thing?

that? I smell acid.

Yeah, I used acid and some other chemicals to develop film.

But Jackie or whoever was a killer, they knocked over everything.

Yeah.

Do you keep your scissors in the desk drawer? No, no, no. I use them all the

time. I usually keep them right here. You know what? What is this blue powder

all over? Police dusted the fingerprints.

Oh.

Harry!

Hey!

Oh! You're out of jail! I can't fit in jail. You know I gotta work. This is my

attorney, Ben Matlock. Ben, this is my assistant, Franny Morrison. Excuse me.

Awesome. Oh, I read about you.

I don't care what you read in the National Informer. I don't defend

Oh, no, no. I meant the profile they did on you in Financial News.

You read Financial News?

How else would I know when to go short?

Wow. You are one of the highest paid defense lawyers in the country. We

compare portfolios sometime.

Franny, come on. We've got to shoot.

An artist, but a financial illiterate.

Relax, Harry.

Mother's coming. I will get the film.

How long have you been here?

Almost four years.

Well, where was she when Jackie was killed?

Yogi's.

Frozen yogurt place down the street. She lives on the stuff.

I want you to get me a list of everybody who was here when Jackie gave you hell

that day. Everybody?

Yeah. And I need the number of your answering service. Maybe we can figure

who set up that phony rendezvous in the park. Okay. Brady!

I got a job for you.

Yeah, yeah.

That model that was working with Carla the other day.

Lauren Chadwick?

Yeah. Is she going to be working this afternoon?

Yeah. As long as she does what she's told.

Miss Chadwick?

Hi, I'm Michelle Thomas. I'm one of Harry Samuel's attorneys.

Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Do you work in a courtroom?

Sometimes. Well, how would you like it if I came down to the courthouse and

asked you a few questions while you were addressing the jury?

I can wait. This is my work.

Christy Brinkley doesn't put up with this. Why should I?

This isn't convenient. I'll just come back later. No.

Later is no more convenient than now.

Ask your questions.

Fast.

What happened the afternoon of Jackie Whitman's murder?

Jackie stormed in before 1, read Harry the Riot Act, trashed the makeup room,

and stormed out again.

Harry called a break, and everyone went to lunch.

I got back around 3.

Jackie was dead, that's it.

Everybody went to lunch?

As far as I know.

I went back to the hotel and had some fruit in my room.

I don't do lunch.

Lauren?

Your agent.

I'll get back to her.

I thought Jackie Whitman was your agent.

She was.

I outgrew her. I signed with a new agent three weeks ago.

So you and Jackie weren't getting along.

We got along fine.

This was business.

Jackie thought small.

She wanted me to continue doing this kind of work forever.

Miss Thomas, I'm an actress.

I'm going to be a star.

Lauren, come on. Let's go.

Ready.

I did not kill Jackie.

I don't know who did, and frankly, I don't care.

I can see that.

What are you doing here?

Looking for Carla Royce.

You seen her?

Okay, this is the real me, Conrad.

No makeup, dirty hair, and sweaty.

Come on in.

I just don't want you.

Are you kidding? I know women who would kill to look like you do right now.

What you been up to?

Well, went to the health club.

Rode the bike for 40 minutes.

What do you think?

Cross -training, I think.

Whatever keeps me inside, thanks.

Harry's out on bail. Yeah, I know. He's back at work.

I'm supposed to be there.

I'll drive you. You're a sweetheart.

Well, I want to stay close just in case it comes time for my, you know... Time

for what?

You know what?

I need to talk to Bobby Michelson.

You know him pretty well?

Uh, he was Jackie's partner.

Was their relationship more than business, you think?

Uh, they fought like cats and dogs.

Of course, being Jackie's partner couldn't be easy.

Tough enough being one of her models.

Why do you say that?

Well, she was a control freak.

Parties I went to, clothes I wore, jobs I took.

She insisted on having a last word on everything.

It was infuriating.

Well, why'd you put up with it?

Because.

Nine times out of ten, she was absolutely right.

See, I was nothing when I started with her, Conrad.

My sister and I were literally on our way to the unemployment office when

pulled up in this cab and talked us into going with her to a studio session.

Next thing I knew, we were right smack in the middle of Vogue magazine.

Lady knows what she's doing, that's for sure.

You didn't tell me you had a sister who was a model, too.

Used to be.

She's not anymore.

Let's go.

run this over to you. It's his list.

Oh, gee, you did a neat job, Franny.

I was just going for a hot dog. Want one?

Are you kidding?

Hey, Charlie, one hot dog all the way.

You may as well just pump cholesterol straight into your arteries.

Besides, I just came from Yogi's. I'm addicted to their nonfat raspberries.

I called the manager. He said you were in twice from Wednesday.

Yeah, if they took Harry away, I'd try to go in there and calm myself down.

You check me out?

As a murder suspect?

I think I'm flattered.

You're not a suspect anymore.

That's gross.

So, who else are you investigating?

Lauren Chadwick. Smart move.

She is a mean -spirited B .I .T .C. That's what my associates said.

But she didn't have a motive.

And she was in her hotel room at the time. No, she wasn't. I called her from

yogurt shop twice. She took one of our dresses. I wanted it back, but she

there either time.

Really? Yeah, and the way I hear it, nobody but nobody ever dropped Jackie

Whitman as their agent and lived to tell about it.

Nobody.

Except Lauren Chadwick.

Draw your own conclusions.

I gotta get back.

I like you, Ben.

T -bills.

How you doing? Okay.

I hear you took a quick trip to New York yesterday.

Yeah, I had some business I had to take care of.

You're checking up on me?

That's my job. I'm an investigator for the attorneys representing Harry.

You snoop for a living?

Yeah.

By the way, congratulations.

For what?

Last week you owned 40 % of the Whitman agency, and this week you got it all,

huh? Not yet, I don't.

Isn't that why you went to New York?

You're saying you think that I bought into the agency to kill Jackie and take

over? Come on.

Actually, I think you bought into the agency so that you could chase beautiful

women.

Wouldn't you?

Where did you go the afternoon of the murder?

Lunch.

Lauren needed a rest, so I dropped her off at the hotel and I grabbed a bite by

myself. Where did you go?

Some fast food place.

Who knows?

Excuse me.

Yeah. It's Michelle Thomas for you.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Michelle?

Yeah, ditto Bobby Michaels.

Okay, will do.

There you go. Thank you.

Can we turn this off?

We're not going to put you on the stand.

That's fine, Ben. Now, you understand why I think it's not a good idea. It

sense to me, Ben. Now, if you've got any questions, ask them now because I won't

be here tomorrow, remember?

Ben, you have already explained it.

I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it.

with these proofs and the ones I'm still working on in there and get ready to

send them to New York. And while you're at it, there's something you need to

show Mr.

Matlock. You mean the door?

That's right.

Don't worry about Harry.

He's just a little uptight about this assignment. It's got to be solid.

want anyone saying he's lost it.

Are those the proofs from the shoot?

Oh, yeah. Here, take a look.

Oh, here.

She's a beauty, isn't she?

So is Carla. Oh, yeah.

Look at Carla's smile.

And poise. She's a born model.

I know. That was her sister.

Sister? Mm -hmm. Her name was Monica.

We're talking major good looks.

Once she and Carla started working, they never stopped.

Only Monica couldn't handle the life.

Drugs?

Oh, yeah. In a big way.

She dropped out about a year ago. And the next thing we heard, she was dead.

was a car accident or something. And then Carla stopped working for a month

two after that. But when she came back, she was really determined. Almost

driven.

She hasn't stopped since.

Monica, who was her agent?

Same as Carla's.

Jackie Whitman.

happen to recall what time it was when you delivered the film to the studio?

Yes, I wrote it down on my worksheet.

I delivered it at 1352, eight minutes of two in the afternoon.

And was Mr.

Samuels there when you arrived?

Yes, he was in the dark room. How do you know that?

Well, the red warning light above the door was on and the stereo was turned up

full blast. Mr. Samuels always turns the stereo up full blast when he's in the

dark room.

Now, this is very important because we already know from the cab driver that

victim was dropped off at the studio shortly after 2 o 'clock.

So is there any doubt in your mind that Harry Samuels was in his studio at 1

.52, at least 10 minutes prior to Jackie Whitman's arrival?

No doubt. He was there.

Thank you. No further questions?

Your witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.

You didn't actually see Harry Samuels in the darkroom at any time on the

afternoon of the murder, did you?

Well, no, I couldn't open the door. I would have wrecked whatever he was

developing. So you're only assuming that he was in the darkroom, aren't you? No,

it was Mr.

Samuels. He had the stereo turned way up, just like he always does.

Did you say anything at the time when you dropped off the film?

Yeah, I said I was going to leave the film outside by the door.

And did you hear anything in response to that?

Oh, the music was so loud, I don't think... Just answer yes or no, please.

No. No.

Now, you knew Mr. Samuels was in the habit of turning on the red light and

turning up the stereo full blast whenever he worked in the darkroom.

Don't you think other people might have known about that habit as well?

Objection calls for speculation, no foundation.

Withdraw the question.

You didn't see Mr.

Samuels in the darkroom. You didn't hear Mr. Samuels' voice in the darkroom.

You really can't state for sure that he was in the studio at all when you were

there, can you?

Well, no, I guess not.

No further questions.

Lauren Chadwick.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I followed you.

Conrad and I are firm believers in teamwork.

Okay.

You want to know where we were the afternoon Jackie was murdered?

We were here seeing Dr. Lewis. We have a friend. No, Bobby.

I have a drug problem.

Dr. Lewis' program is the same one I'm on back in New York.

Oh?

So why did you lie before?

Well, my new agent has a very strict drug policy.

No addicts, current or former.

Unlike Jackie, she figured if doing drugs kept the models happy and thin, it

okay by her.

That's why I left.

I mean, Jackie is a little high pressure for me.

And you let her go.

She was one of your top models.

I didn't want her to wind up dead like Monica Royce.

Monica, good afternoon.

If you go public with this, it will ruin her career.

All right, bye -bye.

Well, I really can't make any promises, but if your story checks out, I don't

see why anybody has to know.

Thank you.

All right, if I use your phone.

Conrad. Hi.

Hi.

Coming in?

Listen, hang on just a second. I'm going to change.

You don't have to change for me.

You look fine.

How'd that phone go?

If I'd known you were coming, I'd have made a pie.

Baked a cake.

Well, I've never been good at that domestic stuff.

Pretty good.

Bobby and Lauren both have alibis.

Well, I guess that's good for them, isn't it?

Yeah.

What does that look?

How come you never told me about your sister?

I did tell you about her.

You didn't tell me she was dead.

Well, it happened less than a year ago.

I guess it's a little hard for me to talk about.

One glass of wine?

No, thanks.

How'd it happen?

How does it always happen?

Sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Drove under the influence one too many times.

Went off an overpass.

I'm sure you tried to help her.

I did everything but lock her in her room.

She wouldn't let me.

As far as she was concerned, she was fine.

Her pusher said she was fine. Her boyfriend said she was fine.

Did Jackie Whitman say she was fine?

Honey, what are you getting at?

Carla, are you sure you went swimming that day?

Of course I did.

Listen, baby.

Remember those properties of yours?

Well, wouldn't this be the proper time?

Ow!

You're sure you went swimming?

Yes.

You mean after all this time, you don't want to... No!

Carla was in and out of here all day, so, of course, her fingerprints were all

over. Yeah, I found some of Jackie's in here, too.

Yeah, well, this was where he blew up with Harry.

Completely trashy place. There was glass all over it. Lord.

Who cleaned it up?

Franny did. She mopped the floor, and then she replaced everything that Jackie

broke.

You mean... These... are all new...

Makeup polish?

Right.

What do you make of this?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's over.

How long have you been a fashion model, Ms. Royce?

About four years.

And your sister Monica started modeling about that same time, didn't she?

That's right.

What happened to her?

She died in a car accident almost a year ago.

And according to the police report, she had both alcohol and drugs in her

system, didn't she?

Like you said, it's in the report.

Who was her agent?

Jackie Whitman.

Your Honor, I object to this line of questioning.

Mr. Matlock, I assume you have a reason for this, and I ask you to get to it.

Oh, absolutely. Thank you, Your Honor.

Objection overruled.

Your sister Monica was arrested once for possession of cocaine, wasn't she?

What's my sister got to do with this? Please answer the question.

Yes, she was arrested.

Was she prosecuted?

No. How come?

The charges were dropped.

Charges were dropped?

That would be very difficult to get done.

Who got the charges dropped?

Jackie Whitman.

Oh. So Jackie Whitman knew your sister had a drug problem.

Yes. Did she ever suggest that Monica go for treatment?

No. Did you ever suggest that she get treatment?

I begged her. I pleaded. I even threatened her.

You did everything you could, didn't you?

But your sister never got help. Do you know why?

No.

Wasn't it because Jackie Whitman controlled your sister?

She not only controlled her career, she controlled her life.

All she wanted was for Monica to keep working.

If it took drugs to do that, then she didn't care.

She had more control over your sister than you did, and you hated her for it.

And you blamed her for your sister's death, didn't you?

No. I think yes. I think you stayed with her agency and just waited for the

right time and place to avenge your sister's death.

That's not true.

When she came storming into Harry Samuel's studio that day and threatened

you knew your waiting was over.

You knew you could kill Jackie Whitman and Harry Samuels would be blamed for

murder. That's just what you did.

No.

You took a taxi cab back to your hotel and lured Harry Samuels out of his

with one phone call. Then you lured Jackie Whitman back to the studio with

another phone call.

Then you took a cab back to the studio, got the scissors from Harry's desk and

waited for Jackie to show up. No, I didn't.

Then when that delivery boy showed up unexpectedly, you ducked into the

darkroom, turned on the stereo so he'd think Harry was there.

And when the delivery boy left and Jackie came in, you stayed in that

And when Jackie walked into that darkroom, you stabbed her to death with

scissors. Absolutely not!

Then you cleaned yourself up, went back to the hotel, and acted as surprised as

anyone when you heard she was dead.

No! Your Honor, I object.

Mr. Matlock had yet to offer one shred of proof.

The proof... The proof is right here, Julie.

Madam Prosecutor.

I'm showing you... Telephone records subpoenaed from your hotel.

All the calls you made that afternoon.

The proof is in the call...

You made to Harry Samuel's answering service at 110.

I wanted to ask him how much longer he was going to need me. The proof is in

call you made to Jackie Whitman's room at 111.

He was my agent.

I wanted to discuss my next booking.

The proof is in the acid burn that's on your lower left arm.

I don't know what you're talking about. I'm talking about the burn you sustained

when you stabbed Jackie Whitman.

She fell against the counter, knocked over a bottle of acid, and part of it

splashed on your arm, didn't it? No!

That's why, during the rest of the shoot, you took

great pains to hide your left arm from the camera, and why you were very

to wear long -sleeved blouses and dresses, and why there was a tube of

medicine next to your bed.

And why you cried out with pain when a certain friend of yours grabbed your arm

the other night, didn't you?

I have a burn on my arm, yes.

But it's from spilling hot coffee on it, not acid.

That's an acid burn.

You know it, and I know it.

And this police report proves it.

A lot of bottles of makeup got broken that afternoon during the argument

Harry and Jackie, didn't they?

The place didn't matter.

Harry's assistant, Franny Morrissey, cleaned it up. Also, she replaced all of

the old makeup bottles with new ones.

Now, that means the only fingerprints that should be on those bottles

when the police dusted after the murder.

were hers, correct?

I suppose.

Would you please look at this police report and read the names of the people

whose prints were found on one of those bottles?

Francis Morrisian.

Carla Royce.

That's you.

If you left the studio...

Before Franny was done replacing all those bottles and didn't come back, that

the police cordoned off the whole area. How did your fingerprints get all over

one of those brand new bottles?

That is an acid burn on your arm, isn't it, Carlo?

You couldn't take a chance of someone seeing it.

Asking questions.

How it must have hurt when you took the makeup from that bottle

and rubbed it on that acid burn.

I

refuse to

answer any more questions until I see an attorney.

Bye.