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Thank you.

You're welcome.

There's a boat.

Those are the three people I'm supposed to match wits with all weekend?

Come on, Dad.

Now,

let's remember these three people donated $10 ,000 apiece to charity to

privilege of trying to out -sleuth you this weekend. Hi!

I bet they're all great big fans of yours. Oh, sure.

So you better be nice.

Yeah.

Dad, don't you ever want to have any fun?

A lot of places I'd rather be.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Jane Kravitz.

This is such a thrill for me. When my husband asked me what I wanted for my

birthday this year, this was the only thing on my list. Oh. I'm glad you're

here. Oh, thank you. I'm glad I'm here, too.

I'm a writer.

Oh, murder mysteries?

Well, so far, just cookbooks. But I'd like to write mysteries. Uh -huh.

Elliot Ross, Titus Green and Damien. Oh, are you a lawyer?

Doc Broca, but a mystery buff.

A big mystery buff.

Fair warning, Mr. Matlock. I intend to give you a run for your money. Hi,

Hugo Larson. I used to be an investigator with the D .A.'s office up

Took a bullet in the leg last year. Had to retire.

Oh, well, yeah, I guess so. But you're still a mystery.

No, sir, I always hated him. That's why I'm so good at solving them.

This is my daughter, Leanne, and Cliff Lewis.

I'm not his daughter. No, we work together.

In fact, it was pretty much Leanne's idea to put this whole thing together.

Hey, come on. Robert Gateway, very old private island.

Yeah. Oh,

there you go.

Whoa.

It's supposed to go right on inside. Mr. Gateway will meet us there. There goes

the boat.

Some house.

Well, you know what they say. Robert Gateway makes more money in one day than

most people make in an entire lifetime.

It's true.

And that's just from the royalties on those electronic games he invented.

It doesn't count theme park and the stores and all the other stuff he's got

going.

Something's wrong.

I can feel it.

Gateway?

Is that him?

Looks like it.

He's dead.

Oh, my.

All right, let's not overreact.

Don't touch anything.

Dad, I think you should call the police.

Mine's dead.

Hello there.

Welcome, fellow mystery lovers.

I have some good news.

And I have some bad news.

The bad news is, if you're seeing this, That means I'm dead.

The good news is, I'm pretty sure I know who killed me.

Now, I could just tell you, but then again, you did donate all of that money.

So why don't we have a little fun?

I'm sure you'll find solving my murder is as easy as ABC.

Fun?

I don't think murder's any fun.

That is so sick.

I mean, what kind of man would want you to solve his own murder?

I'm leaving.

I hope that you're a good swimmer, because that phone's dead and the boat's

coming back till Sunday night.

ABC. The dictionary.

I bet he left a clue for us in the dictionary.

Here.

Very good, or should I say, well done, you are now hot on my killer's trail.

Our place?

Well done.

The oven. Come on, let's find the kitchen.

Empty. What about the microwave?

Very good, but you'd better hurry. The scent is getting weaker and weaker.

Yeah, but look how he spelled weaker, W -E -E -K -E -R, instead of W -E -A -K -E

-R. Weaker.

Calendar?

Every page is for April.

April showers?

April fools?

April fools.

What's going on?

Just getting me old juices flowing, that's all.

I'm Robert Gateway.

Anyone hungry?

We're in on it all the time.

I should have known.

A man announces his own death right on TV doesn't make sense.

Didn't you notice how fast I got to the body?

I noticed.

So when do the real festivities begin?

Well, I think tomorrow morning, maybe early, maybe late.

I'm not telling.

In the meantime, if anybody needs me, I'll be in the den.

Oh, and there ain't nobody here but us chickens, so that means everybody cleans

up after his or herself.

See you in the morning.

Good night.

Good night. See you, Mom.

Well, my leg's starting to talk to me pretty good.

I'm going to take care of these and then get to bed.

Good night.

I'm going to call my husband and tell him I'm definitely getting my money's

worth. See you in the morning.

Good night.

Husband, my eye.

She's going to call everybody she knows and tell them that she's on a first

-name basis with a multi -billionaire.

I know that's what I'm going to do.

Good night, everybody.

See you tomorrow.

So, I really fooled you two?

You fooled me.

Me too.

Oh, great. I really fooled you both.

I don't know how to get some frogs to put in your bed.

Got to revenge. Oh, that's funny, Dad. Real funny.

Can I come in?

Just wanted to thank my partner in crime.

What's going on?

Robert Gateway's dead.

I mean, really dead.

Somebody stabbed him to death.

He's in there?

I want to see him.

No, no, no. I spoke to the police. They want me to keep the room locked until

they get here.

Come on, Leanne. Give us a break.

I'll bet it's Colonel Mustard in the living room with a candlestick.

This isn't a game. The guy ain't dead in there. He's got a letter opener

sticking out of his chest.

You two work together. You could be in on it with her. No, this isn't a hoax.

The man is really dead.

Sure he is.

Oh, please.

All right.

It's going to take the police a couple of hours to get here, so could we all

just go back to our rooms?

Go on.

We'll all take a look when the police get here.

I think the game has begun.

Body's in the den.

Hiya, Ben.

Pat?

So?

Where is he?

He's gone.

Dad. Here we go again.

I don't see anyone murdered here.

Is this another one of those murder mystery weekends?

Yes, ma 'am.

When we first arrived, she and Mr. Gateway fooled us into thinking he had

murdered.

Looks like they're at it again.

I don't like people wasting my time.

Oh, no, no, no. He was dead.

Oh, no, I saw him, too. I checked for a pulse. There was nothing.

Listen, Leanne, when you find the dead body, tell him I'd like to talk to him.

told you.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

I didn't see the body, but I know Leanne wouldn't have brought you out here just

on a practical joke.

Would you?

Well, of course not. Of course not.

Good. Because the only thing I hate worse than people wasting my time is

practical joke, Ms.

McIntyre.

So, weren't you going to give us any clues this time?

How'd you sleep?

I didn't.

Me neither.

How's it like seeing your first real live dead body?

Don't it, Pop?

I know Robert is dead. I know one of those three people killed him. And I

that the killer moved the body in order to postpone the police investigation.

I'm going to find that body if it's the last thing I do.

Morning.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Jane, where are you going?

Out there to look for clues.

No, no, I told you already, this isn't a game.

Why don't you go get Hugo and Elliot and tell them that we're serving breakfast

in the dining room?

Oh, okay.

Dan, I need your help. I need you to regale them with stories, the longer the

better. That way Cliff and I will look for the body with no interruptions. I

just hate it when you make me do that.

Just regale them, Dad. You do that so well.

What if they don't want to be regaled?

Regale them anyway.

It must be a terrible responsibility pleading for somebody's life.

Weren't you involved in the murder of that famous critic?

Oh, yeah.

Well, there was this group, and they were putting on a play.

I never understood why everybody hated this play. I loved it.

The play we've all been waiting for. Lovers and Lawyers has been directed

haphazardly by Tommy DeLuca, a has -been who never was.

The production is so tacky that it can only be produced by that master of

Guy Palmer.

Written by Sam Spelvin, the script would have to be greatly improved to be

called...

John Bosley Hackett was the most powerful theater critic in the country,

somebody really didn't like his review.

police ended up arresting the author of the play.

I know I was found over the body, and I certainly had a motive.

I swear, Ben, I didn't do it.

Okay, let's assume that's true.

Who knew you were going up to see Miss Trackett?

Everybody.

Sally Ann White, Guy Palmer, Tommy DeLuca.

And they all had a lot to lose at the show thing?

Yes. And they all hated Hackett.

I understand that you were up here alone watching rehearsal when Mr. Hackett was

killed. Yes, that's right.

Oh, except for Willie.

Follow spot operator.

Willie! Say hello to Mr. Matlock.

Oh, hi, Willie.

Well, I enjoyed talking with you. My pleasure.

There was one thing about this case that kept nagging at me.

It was John Bosley Hackett's breakfast.

Very nice. A little awkward, but very nice.

I was just going over something in the police report.

What? Well, uh, John...

Bosley Hackett's last meal. Seems he'd eaten the eggs and toast and pancakes

syrup and the grape jelly, but he hadn't touched the orange juice and the

coffee. Isn't that going at it backwards?

Do you think he was killed because of his bad eating habit?

Mr. DeLuca, John Bosley Hackett's review was not very favorable to you, was it?

Personally, I don't read reviews.

Well, this is a 15 -year -old review.

It's John Bosley Hackett.

The play was St. Joan of Rock.

You were the director.

He hated the play, and he hated your direction, but he saved his most

devastating remarks for the actress.

Do you remember her name?

Janine Sewell.

Janine Sewell DeLuca, your bride of six months.

She blamed you for her horrible review, didn't she?

Afraid so.

And that's why she left you.

You could say that.

You were present when Mr. Hackett told Sam Spelvin that he was going to review

his play even though it was only a preview and that he hated it, were you?

Yes, I was. And you were present the next morning at the theater when you

learned that Sam was going to go talk to Mr. Hackett, weren't you?

Yes. Would you tell the court what you did right after that?

No, I resumed rehearsal.

And you watched from the balcony?

Yeah. I was up there with Willie, the follow spot operator.

I had a long talk with Willie the other day, and he tells me that a follow spot

operator... can't take his eyes off the stage for a second.

So he can't say whether you stayed or left.

Mr. DeLuca, you wear a hairpiece, don't you?

Take your part. The man who killed Mr.

Hackett and attacked him with a letter opener, Mr. Hackett tried to defend

himself, and he grabbed at his murderer and pulled something off him.

that fell into his breakfast.

It was your wig, wasn't it?

You were afraid particles of your hairpiece would be found in the eggs,

toast, the pancakes, the syrup, the grape jelly, so you flushed it down the

toilet, didn't you? No!

Then you rushed back to your room.

I mean, it would have looked very odd for you to come out of that balcony with

the eggs and the syrup and grape jelly in your wig, so you put on another one

and still got back before the end of the dance number, didn't you?

No.

This first photo is of you and Sally Ann White and Guy

Palmer, of course Sam Spellman, taken just before the murder.

You see, your hair piece is very fashionable.

Kind of long over the ears.

Yes.

Now, in this newspaper photo that was taken as part of the interview that you

gave 20 minutes after the murder, your hair is shorter. See that sideburn?

See that?

It's shorter.

How'd your hair get shorter if you were just sitting in the balcony?

You put on another toupee, didn't you?

You're accusing me of murder based on a news photo?

Uh, Mr. DeLuca, you have three hair pieces.

It got me to thinking.

All these hair pieces, I mean, how do you clean them?

So, And water.

What if all that sticky stuff, you know, wouldn't come out with soap and water?

I don't know. It never happened. I think it did, and I think you took it to a

wig maker to have the ruined patches cut out and rewoven. You did it the very

next day, didn't you? No.

And you can check that with my... Top copy. Your wig maker in New York. No,

wouldn't have done that.

And there aren't...

that many wig makers here, so it wasn't very hard to find Mr.

Bruce.

He is the person you took your wig to for repairs, and he is prepared to

that in the ruined patches of that hairpiece, he found

toast, eggs, pancakes, syrup, and grape jelly.

Exactly, Mr. Hackett.

Last breakfast order.

That was great.

You know, you should write a book. In fact, we could collaborate.

I know why you're telling stories.

So your daughter can get a head start.

Head start on what?

Solving the mystery of Robert Gateway's death.

There's no body out there.

Okay, so the room was locked.

The only way the killer could have gotten the body out of there was to

through this window and toss the body outside.

Yeah, yeah, I guess so, yeah.

So, there's got to be a body out there somewhere.

Yeah, I guess so.

Let's keep searching.

What'd I tell you?

Oh, my gosh.

He really is dead.

Oh, you know, let's just all stay really calm until the police get here again.

So where did you go after Robert Gateway excused himself last night, huh?

I did my dishes and then I went to bed. You did, huh? Where the hell do you

think I am? I didn't see you when I went upstairs.

No,

no, no, no.

What? This isn't getting us anywhere.

Like Leanne said, let's just stay calm.

Police will ask questions when they get here. Meantime, let's just go in the

house and relax.

Robert, it's just so ironic that he pretended to be a murder victim and then

wound up actually being one. Well, that's happened before.

Oh, tell him about the con man.

I think I'll go wait outside.

Why?

I can guard the body.

What for?

I've heard the con man.

Tell him about the con man.

Leanne. Tell him about the con man.

There was this group of con men, and they were very, very good. Oh, my God.

What is it?

Jason!

Somebody call the police.

We gotta get out of here.

We can't leave him here.

Madeline, insider trading is illegal.

You want the police to come in here and find you standing over Jason's body with

$75 ,000 in cash?

Come on, let's go.

Here, let me have that.

What are you doing? The police are outside.

We'll come back for it tonight.

They made Brian Davis think he was going to make a fortune at insider trading

when actually he was going to be taken for the ride of his life.

Baby, I wanted to see you.

Okay, pay attention.

Between 3 .30 and 4, I'm going to bring the mark here.

You conned me.

Yeah, we did.

They already had their next mark lined up. Kenneth Roberts.

Uh, maybe we should wait outside.

No, no, he's probably just stepped out for a minute.

Jason.

Oh, no.

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

Yeah.

Gotta be cops outside. What if they see this?

They'll be killed before I dump them, dump them.

What the hell are you doing? Give me that briefcase.

You want it? Call the police.

This doesn't square things, Manny.

This is only a down payment.

Jason, get up. We blew it.

Jason.

Jason. Give me the police.

They suckered me, Ben.

But I didn't kill Edmund.

Here's something else you're gonna like.

Madeline Medford has turned state's evidence.

What?

She believes you killed Jason Edmonds.

Oh, Bob, you finding anything?

No. A lot of empty cubicles out there. Back machine doesn't work. It's all

What's all this? I guess Edmonds wanted to make it look like he was following

some star. Yeah.

I understand you and Jason Edmonds were close.

You know what you can do with your sympathy, Mr. Matlock?

Wrap it up and send it to the federal prison where your client will be serving

life sentence.

You make a business out of breaking the law and then get mad when you think

somebody else might have.

Yes. We have a very firm code of ethics.

We don't kill anybody.

Madeline Medford had an alibi for the time of the murder, and I was convinced

that her partner, Jack McCarthy, was not as ethical as she thought. I'm Ben

Matlock, and this is Michelle Thomas.

We'd like to ask you some questions about Jack McCarthy. The truth is, the

was a lot smarter than anybody thought. I'd rather shot at easy money before.

Jack McCarthy said that you and he were together for more than two hours before

you visited.

Jason Edmonds.

Yeah, I think so.

Except when I went to the bank to get the money.

And McCarthy didn't go with you?

No.

No, we met back here before going over to the office.

Well, Mr. Roberts, do you remember the day you met Jack McCarthy?

I was jogging.

His car broke down, and I gave him a lift.

Yeah, but what about this?

What if you drove up there to find Jack McCarthy?

You knew who he was, didn't you?

Well, that's not true.

Well, why would I do that? For two reasons.

One, to get Jason Edmonds, that's the man you were after. And two, to give

yourself a perfect alibi.

On the day of the murder, you went to the bank and withdrew $20 ,000 to give

Jack McCarthy.

You're right? That's right. Okay.

Now, I'm showing you this document, which we subpoenaed from the Atlanta

Crestmore National Bank, and ask if you recognize it.

That's my bank statement. It shows the $20 ,000 withdrawal. But not on the day

of the murder.

See, look right here.

The money was withdrawn on March 17th, the day before the murder.

That must be a mistake.

In Jason Edmonds' office, there's a computer monitor with a lot of symbols

initials on it. Well, they're New York Stock Exchange symbols. That's why I

he was legitimate.

Right, right.

Look here right at the bottom.

See that book? See these initials? P -M -R.

See that? Your son's name?

Peter.

Peter Michael Roberts.

No, that's just a coincidence.

Mr. Roberts, how is your son?

He passed away.

He committed suicide, didn't he?

He committed suicide because he had lost thousands of dollars to a con man,

Jason Edmonds.

And your son's death broke your heart.

Mr. Roberts, this is the police photograph of

the murder scene.

At first, nothing seems unusual.

But if you look at his right wrist, what do you suppose caused that white line

on his wrist? Well, how would I know? Con men like to steal something personal

off of people they've conned.

And Mr.

McCarthy and I have spent a good bit of time talking. And he is now willing to

testify that Jason Edmonds took something

personal off your son.

A gold I .D. bracelet.

And on the back was inscribed, You have made me

so proud.

than the word dad.

Mr. Roberts, I notice that you're wearing an I .D. bracelet. Would you

taking it off?

Come on, men.

Swindled him out of everything.

Savings.

House. Car.

He was so ashamed.

He couldn't tell me.

I found out when I read the letter that was lying next to his body.

We got to stop meeting like this.

People will talk.

Saw the body?

Mm -hmm.

Folks, while the medical examiner is doing his thing out there, I'm going to

need statements from each of you in private. Who wants to go first?

He would.

Buzz off.

While you seem anxious to talk, we'll take you.

I'm freezing. Could I go upstairs and get a sweater?

Sure. Only make it snappy.

Come on.

This was just found near the body.

And it's not from anything Mr. Gateway had on.

Anybody recognize it?

Not my style. Well,

it's possible that this came off of something the murderer had on. So

We're going to have to go through the clothes you brought with you.

Any objection?

Good? Shouldn't take long.

Well, I'm getting kind of hungry.

Me too.

Sit down. I'll go see what there is in the kitchen.

Why, Jane, what have you got there? An edible sweater?

Let go of me.

It wouldn't happen to be missing a button now, would it? Let go!

I've got her!

I've got her!

I've got her! I've got the killer!

When I realized it came from my sweater, I panicked.

All I could think to do was to try and get rid of it.

Don't you see?

Whoever killed Robert planted that button there to make it look like I had

killed him. Where were you after dinner last night, Mrs. Kravitz?

In my room. Alone?

Yes. That's not true.

She was in my room.

In fact, she was there pretty much all night.

Is there something going on here we don't know about?

We'll love her.

We came here to spend the weekend together, not to solve some mystery.

Yeah? Well, I think they're covering for each other. And I think you're the

murderer. Okay, look.

As long as you're all here, I'm going to need a set of prints from each of you.

So if you all just sit down, we'll get started.

Only prints you'll need are here. Shut up.

Uh, Dad, how about the Dan Galloway murder case?

Dad, the talk show host that got killed?

Why don't you tell that story? That's a great one. Oh, yeah, I like that one.

Tell that one. Cliff.

Dad, come on. It's a great story.

Dan Galloway had the hottest daytime talk show on television. Women in power.

From Cleopatra to Imelda Marcos, it's long been an issue for debate.

Brains versus breasts.

That's the focus of this edition of Dan Galloway.

He had a knack for pushing people's butts.

George Cordanti.

Here she is with Governor Leon Greve, now with Congressman Robert Arnold, and

here with State Party Chairman Edward Dorfman.

Would you not assume that she's offering these gentlemen more than professional

opinions? Those were pictures taken at various political events. You've used

them out of context.

And I'm not going to stay here any longer and dignify this with an answer.

And now a word from our sponsor.

We're in commercial.

Baby,

you were great. Your decision to storm off, brilliant.

You creep. You made a fool out of me. I made a personality out of you. I'll

invite you back. You'll hear from my attorney.

Welcome back.

Catherine, Leanne, how do you answer to your reputation as dragon ladies?

That's why I chose to leave the television business.

Leanne. Didn't your sudden decision to devote your life to coordinating napkins

with centerpieces come about because your reputation made it impossible for

to get another job in television?

My decision was based on the fact that I was set up. My dear, we're all being

set up just to get an extra rating point.

Well, is that any worse than ridiculing people?

For not being invited to some society party and then trashing those who were

wearing the same dress twice?

Careful, Catherine.

Move too fast, your face might fall.

And we're in commercial.

Thank you. That should be good for another 41 share. Being Dan Galloway's

producer was a nightmare for Lisa Bateman.

Because none of our stations are going to run that show.

It's controversy.

It's heat.

Public eats it up. Look at the ratings. It was crap.

Slanderous crap. And I'm not going to run it.

Poor Lisa.

So refined.

So tasteful.

Much too good for Dan, all right?

I never said that.

I bought you a present.

Open it.

What's the occasion?

Get it? I'm giving you the axe.

They got a pretty good case against you.

You were in the building at the time of the murder, and your fingerprints are

all over the murder weapon.

Ben, the only time I saw that axe was in his office, and I left it there.

Well, who else could have gotten hold of it?

Anyone who works in the studio, anyone who would have passed the building

The three women who were on the show this afternoon, they were all angry

to want to kill him.

You find anything?

Not much.

Matthew, the top of the pen.

All of it typical of what you'd find on the floor of an office. Is there a trace

in there? According to the police, that button wasn't found on any of the

clothing Joe was wearing the day of the murder.

Can you rewind that part?

Stop it.

That's it.

That's it.

The bracelet.

We're trying to track down this bracelet. Do you recognize it?

Well, of course that's an Andrea Claggett design.

Do you know if this button came from that bracelet?

This button is brass.

Andrea Claggett uses only precious metals.

Now, if the killer raised the axe... You be the killer. You be the killer.

Okay. And now he... She. She. Yeah, she.

She hit him.

And he fell.

Pull these down.

See? Like that. Now... And that's when he left the clue.

And he programmed the keyboard.

And then he pulled the plug.

Now, can you run the tape and stop it where he programmed it to stop?

Of course, that's it.

That's it.

When Judge Cordanti's picture appeared on the monitor, we thought he was trying

to tell us that she had killed him. But then we have to remember he was dying.

He was on the floor.

He was looking at the monitor upside down.

And when he pulled that plug, this digital counter stopped

at 337.

But if you look at it upside down, the way he did, it spells L -E -E.

You see that, Leanne?

All this means is that he was trying to set me up again. And besides, at the

time he was killed, I was already back in Bakersfield. No.

Thank you.

You checked out of the motel at six o 'clock.

But you left your car in the motel garage.

until almost eight.

That places you at the scene of the crime. And before you say, I have no

I want to take a shot at it.

This button was found on the floor of the editing room where Dan Galloway was

killed. But it doesn't seem to belong to anybody.

It doesn't seem to come off anything.

When you came down to do the taping, you were wearing...

But then when you actually did the taping, you weren't wearing the jacket.

sort of sound problem.

I wore my red jacket. It doesn't have any brass buttons.

Bail it.

Now this is a rack of Mr. Giovanni's jacket.

And as you can see, the inside buttons are

brass.

Just like this button that was found on the floor by Dan Galloway's body.

Now, you recognize this jacket, don't you? It's yours, isn't it? I remember

throwing coffee on the sleeve the other day.

But your inside button doesn't match the brass button. No.

I distinctly remember I lost the button last October.

Then why did you wait till the day after Dan Galloway was killed to take your

coat to the forest dry cleaner in Bakersfield and have them replace this

The cleaner's mark's still inside the jacket, and we talked to the management.

Would you like to retain an attorney?

Right, and press firmly.

Thank you.

Hello, Blue.

Hey, I love that story.

Would you excuse us for just a minute, please?

Clint, could you help me?

No, um, I really do love it.

Where are they going?

What are you doing? It's a good sweater.

He left us a clue.

He did? Where?

This was in his hand when I found him.

And it was tuned to that channel.

Snow.

It's just snow.

That's why I know it's a clip.

One, seven, three.

One, seven, three. The number. One, seven, three. Just like in the Galloway

case.

E -L -I.

Eli.

Elliot. Elliot. As in Elliot.

I think we better go talk to Detective Jordan.

You're wrong.

Could you tell me what this is, please?

Well, we just found it in the lining of your suitcase.

How very James Bond.

Looks like some kind of binocular. No, not binocular. Virtual reality headgear.

Say again?

Virtual reality. You put on these special glasses and then, you know,

interacting with reality, you're interacting with this kind of computer

-generated image reality stuff.

Robert Gateway was rumored to have been working on a way to make it into a mass

marketable toy.

Guess the rumors were true.

I don't know how that thing got in my suitcase.

I've never seen it before in my life.

They're trying to frame me. Ask them how it got there.

You know, my nephew's a stockbroker.

He's always using these weird terms like a put and a call.

What's a put and what's a call anyway?

What is this, a test?

What's the difference between selling long and selling short?

Come on, Elliot, boxing the stock. What does that mean?

I don't have to take this.

You're not a stockbroker, are you?

Or a mystery buff.

You're an industrial spy who came here to steal those plans.

But you wound up committing murder as well, didn't you?

No. Well, do you see this smudge, Mr. Roth?

I'm pretty sure it's blood.

And if it turns out to be Robert Gateway's blood, you're in a lot of

Bull! That doesn't prove I killed him. Oh, I'm afraid it does.

Because if you look very closely, you'll see that it's not only a smudge,

there's a fingerprint in it.

Your fingerprint.

Well, Detective Jordan.

Looks like you solved this mystery.

Actually,

yeah,

I solved it.

Well, actually, Robert Gateway solved it with his dying breath.

Whoever.

I guess you'll be needing a lawyer.

I don't suppose you'd consider...