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Now, here's the heart of it, Ben.

If I leave my Rudy Valley records to my sweet niece, Charlene, then I've got to

leave my Nelson Eddy records to her whiny sister.

Those records are priceless, Ben.

You're not taking notes.

It's like I told you.

There are wills you can make out yourself where you don't have to pay a

like me.

Well, you know what they say.

A man who does his own will has a fool for a willmaker.

That's not the saying.

It's not?

No. It's a man who defends himself has a fool for a lawyer.

Same thing.

I tell you what.

Tell you what. You make out a list, and I'll make sure it's legal.

Ben, you're a genius.

I'll be back with a list as long as it's an encyclopedia.

Oh, Mr. Matlock.

Please, you've got to help me.

Mr. Matlock, my name is Jennifer Holtz.

I'm a psychic.

I can see into the future.

Mr. Matlock, someone is going to be murdered.

It's not me, is it?

What? It's not me.

No, you're too small.

Oh, good.

Now, don't you worry. You come right with me and have a seat right in there.

And everything's going to be all right.

Cute chick, but two sandwiches short of a picnic if you got money drowned.

Now, tell me, Miss Holtz, what can we do to help you?

Well, I'm staying at the Crown Regent Hotel for the New World Convention.

It's a gathering of psychics and New Age people.

It happened in my hotel room.

Somebody was killed in your hotel room?

No, no, that's where I had the vision.

Oh, you must believe me.

I saw it all.

A man.

A tall, muscular man.

Stabbed in the back with a glass spear.

Holy cow.

Let me get this straight.

Nobody's been killed?

Within 48 hours, this man will die.

And I will be accused of the murder.

And I didn't do it.

Of course you didn't.

Well, no, she didn't, because a murder hasn't been committed.

What exactly is it that you want, Miss Holmes?

I need a defense lawyer.

Well, you can't be defended for murder until a murder's been

committed. I mean, somebody has to be dead. That's the law.

You must help me, please, Mr. Matlock.

Maybe we better get something straight. I'm Mr. Matlock.

He's Mr.

Calhoun.

I'm a retired businessman.

You can call me Ace.

You've made a lot of money.

I've done pretty well.

And will continue to do so.

Really?

Where's Jennifer Holtz? How would I know? Sarah's got a book for a radio

and she's an hour late.

Well, perhaps in the future she sees there aren't any clocks.

We'd like you WZF listeners to know this is the largest gathering of psychics,

healers, trans -channelers ever assembled in your city. And Jennifer

appear daily.

I was a headline channeler before Jennifer Holtz knew her astral

a karma.

Second billing is an insult to my spiritual entity, Ramatiki.

If Ramutiki survived being beheaded in Babylon, I think he'll survive second

billing. Where do they get this garbage?

They make it up.

Ramutiki is predicting an expanding economy, worldwide prosperity.

Yes, there will be over a hundred booths. Crystals, tarot readings, aura

readings, astrology, psychic healing, numerology, every aspect of new age

thinking.

Thank you, Mr. Pressman.

Your Ramutiki is off his astral nut. Saturn has gone into Capricorn. Wall

Street's heading for a crash.

You're crazy.

Uranus is in Capricorn in the 10th house. The stock market will boom.

Ramutiki told you this? I channeled him this morning. Yeah, well, he's coming

through fuzzy.

Jennifer says... Jennifer again.

Predicting a depression.

Oh, shut up, Spaulding.

Has anyone seen Jennifer?

Really?

Jennifer, where... have you been? Um, Jennifer, I could use some advice.

Of course.

You look terrible.

You haven't eaten or slept, have you?

Come on. We're going to have lunch.

We'll be back in an hour. Where are you going? You've got radio spots. You've

got newspaper interviews.

This is important.

Jennifer, you're the best.

And so beautiful.

Dick.

Why? How can you be so cruel to her?

Then she says, she says, in 48 hours, a man will be killed

and I will be blamed for the murder.

She was a nice enough girl.

Attractive. Just one of those dames that's a, you know, bubble off plump.

Oh, I was wondering if she was there, why didn't you ask her to read your

fortune? No, no, no, no fortune. I don't want to know about the future. I want

it to be a surprise.

What?

I just thought that you might have asked her if there was anybody special in

your future.

Oh, yeah.

Here comes Lass.

Hey, Ben, you'll never guess.

Oh, hi, Lass.

You know that high -tech egg stack I told you about?

Uh, Julie and I were just having a quiet dinner.

Well, go ahead, eat.

Anyway, there was a two -for -one split.

And the stock went right through the roof.

And I made a bundle, just like she said.

What are you talking about?

Jennifer holds.

She told me yesterday I'd make a killing, and I did.

And now she says my hair is going to grow back.

Oh, well, that's exciting.

Hi, Julie.

Boy, am I starved.

How did you find out we were here? Did Jennifer predict it?

You think I'm some sort of weirdo?

I called your answering service and they told me.

Can I have your pickle?

Dick?

Jake? Oh, my God!

No!

No! No!

Hold it!

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm coming.

Hold your horses.

Come on.

What happened?

Just as I saw it.

What happened, Miss Holt? The stabbing.

Dick Blake, he's dead.

Stabbed in the back with a crystal wand.

Who's Dick Blake?

He's the assistant manager of the convention.

I found him in the crystal suite.

Don't you see?

It's just as I predicted.

And now they're going to accuse me.

Was anybody else there?

When I first went in and...

And then someone came and I panicked and ran.

Oh, you ran from the scene of the crime?

I didn't kill him.

Oh, you've got to help me.

Well, we've got to go to the police.

Oh, you represent me.

Oh,

I knew you would. Oh, I don't know. I don't know. I'd sit down somewhere.

But... I've got to put on some pants before going to town.

Do you ever get the feeling that people are out to get you?

You're describing paranoia, Mr. Matlock.

And I'm not crazy.

But you hear voices and spirits.

Yes. I hear my guides and my teachers.

But not here.

Here.

I don't understand.

Ever since I was a child, I've had feelings, intuitions about what would

Then when I learned to meditate, I started to have visions.

For a while, I tried to deny it.

I didn't want people to think that I was crazy.

So I went to college, got a real estate license.

But selling flats wasn't...

I was put here to help people, Mr. Matlock.

Do you understand?

I don't understand about being psychic.

And I don't think the prosecution will understand either.

I think you will understand a witness seeing you flee the scene of a murder

day after you predicted it.

What were you doing in the crystal room that night?

Dick asked me to meet him at the office.

I was giving him private readings.

He was in a very negative space.

He seemed almost desperate.

When I got to the office, he wasn't there.

But I noticed the door to the crystal suite was open.

That's where I found him.

Why did you run? I mean, why didn't you go for help?

When I found Dick, the most horrifying vision I've ever had in my life came

in front of my eyes.

I was afraid.

I want my money.

Spalding, I've got much bigger things to worry about than your paycheck.

You'll have to wait for your money.

I don't have a cent. Why don't you channel up Ramu Tiki and hit him up for

loan?

Excuse us. We're looking for Iris Vogel. We're attorneys. I'm Michelle Thomas.

This is Ben Matlock.

We're defending Jennifer Holtz for the murder of... Dick Blake. Dick Blake.

What do you mean?

Jennifer's been arrested?

This is a disaster.

Well, could we ask you a few questions?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Cyril, just please tell them anything that they want to know.

Iris!

None of this surprises me.

Everyone knew Dick and Jennifer were lovers.

He was a rat with women.

She was a jealous, lovesick girl.

And Spalding Kane is a spiteful phony who is thrilled to have Jennifer out of

the way.

And so Jennifer Holtz is the real thing, huh?

Certainly.

Even the best psychics have a 75 % accuracy rate.

Take a look at the chart I did on Jennifer for an article in Cosmic

Consciousness Journal.

Jennifer Holtz is 96 % accurate.

How often does she predict things like it'll be hot in Atlanta in July?

You're a skeptic.

That's fine.

But believe it or not, there is a new consciousness coming.

And from the size of this convention, a lot of money.

That's what attracts the frauds and the fakes.

This is Marie's showroom.

She works with very powerful crystals used to induce channeling and promote

health.

Good help.

Didn't do much for his, did it?

Boy,

he could have donated a lot of blood, couldn't he?

Yeah.

Time to coroner say? About 9 p .m.

Murder weapon was a crystal rod about 18 inches long.

Those there.

Marie designed those herself.

Nothing's missing.

Good health.

Where would we find Marie Willis now?

She's probably up in her room.

She's upset about Jennifer, but she took Dick's death hard, too.

She loved him.

He treated her very badly.

But then he treated all women badly.

You didn't like him very much, did you?

I hated him.

He was a self -serving, muscle -bound hustler.

He was even taking bribes from vendors for better positions in the convention

hall. Well, the murder took place about nine o 'clock.

At nine, I was having dinner with Iris in the hotel dining room.

Sorry.

But all those we've talked to, all of them sounded like they wouldn't mind

killing her.

Good break. Yeah.

Well, maybe Marie will have a kind word to say about him.

I smell smoke.

Yeah, in here.

Hurry!

There may be a fire in here. A key!

I should know better.

Well, yes, you're right.

Suicide's no answer.

Yes, it is.

But it's very bad karma.

Well, whatever you say.

Do you feel like answering a few questions?

I think so.

Okay.

This...

It's mine.

I designed them.

Was it missing from your display case?

I gave it to Dick a month ago.

As a birthday present.

What was he doing in the crystal suite that night? Had you arranged to meet him

there?

No.

I waited in my room for him to call.

I waited all night.

You did?

Yes.

I would have done anything for him.

He lied to me.

He cheated on me.

But I loved him.

Mr. Matlock.

I had... I had no choice.

You knew to kill him?

No. He was my soulmate.

You say he cheated on you?

He was a womanizer.

Who was he with?

I never dared meditate on that.

I started working with crystals because I'm a very good psychic.

But I can't bear to tell people the bad things that I see in their future or

look at the bad things that'll happen to me.

Please don't ask me to meditate on that.

Please. I don't want to. No, no. I wouldn't ask you to meditate on that.

No.

Who was the last woman you saw him with?

Jennifer.

He said some very sweet things to her.

He even kissed her.

For a moment, Mr. Matlock, Jennifer's my

best friend.

And she knew how desperately I loved Dick.

How desperately I loved him.

She would never betray me.

She would never, never.

Good news for my spirit guides.

You're going to prove me innocent.

Oh.

Well, I might as well just go fishing and let your spirit guides take over.

Jennifer.

We have a dirt poor case.

And unless I can get some hard, provable facts, you're going to be convicted of

murder.

I don't know who's trying to frame you, but whoever it is is doing a pretty good

job.

But who would want to frame me?

I don't know. Maybe Marie.

She was damn jealous of her soulmate, and he was coming on to you.

Oh, Marie wouldn't.

Couldn't. But she's the best, most honest person I know.

Besides, everyone, including Marie, knew that I had a reading for Mrs. Murphy

that night.

I cancelled it at the very last minute.

Nobody knew I was meeting Dick.

So no one's framing me.

Hi, Ben.

Oh.

Hi, Les.

Hi, Ben.

Hi, Jennifer.

Well, I'm here for the latest bulletin from beyond.

Mr. Calhoun, could we talk in private?

Later. Oh, I got no secrets from Ben.

We're buddies.

Besides, I want to show the skeptic here how you do your stuff.

I want you to remember that, cosmically speaking, there are no accidents.

You've lived many lives and will continue to live many more.

You're going to tell me who I'm going to be born as next so I can leave my money

to myself.

No.

The stock market's going down?

No. I mean, yes, but you won't care.

Oh, Mr. Calhoun, I'm obligated to tell you what my spirit guides have told me.

You won't live to hear the verdict of this trial.

Are you sure?

I mean, I know your spirit guides mean well, but maybe they're talking about

another Les Calhoun.

Did they mention a zip code?

I don't want to die.

How's Marie?

She'll be okay.

Good.

I got some stuff on Dick Blake. Yeah? Everything from petty theft to major

to kiting checks.

No kidding.

I wonder why Iris hired him.

Maybe she didn't know.

And he had...

Other talents. Oh, yeah.

I've been hearing that. Yeah.

He was a bodybuilder. Yeah, yeah. He spent part of the time building his

and then the rest of it chasing somebody else's. Well, they say it's good for

the heart.

I guess so.

I did some poking around.

Look at this.

Room service receipt.

From the week before the murder.

All signed by him? Uh -huh.

Look at the room number.

1737.

Dick Blake was in room 247.

Maybe you better see who's in 1737.

I'll hang around down here.

Miss Vogel, you mind if I ask you a few questions?

I'm very busy.

I understand. You'd rather I ask them in court?

Come in.

What was your relationship to Dick Blake?

A stricter business.

He managed the day -to -day business of setting up the convention for you? Yes,

he did. And none too well.

Well, you couldn't have been too unhappy with his work.

Champagne and chocolate mousse at 2 a .m.

Seems almost romantic.

Dick's idea of a coffee break.

That was the night that we worked on the final convention budget.

It took until dawn.

Saving expenses was not his strong point.

Then he wasn't living with you.

No.

Now, Dick appealed to women who needed to suffer for love.

I'm not one of them.

Thank you, Miss Vogel.

You're not going to die.

She said I was.

Well, she could be wrong.

But you know what?

I believe your hair is growing in.

Really? Yeah.

Ben.

He wasn't living here and none of his things are in his room.

You'd think a guy who's working out all the time and chasing women would want to

take a shower. Yeah.

Hey, who's the one person who would do anything Dick Blake said without asking

questions?

Yeah.

Call Marie.

Okay, she said to look in the closet.

Uh -huh.

Oh, here.

Here's Dickie's bag.

Poor Marie. Yeah, like you say, love is blind.

Pay dirt.

Oh. And everything he needed to leave town in a hurry. Yeah.

There must be thousands.

I think maybe we'd better call the police.

State calls Mr. Benjamin Matlock.

Your Honor, I trust that my learned colleague knows that an attorney cannot

compelled to divulge privileged information.

I do not wish privileged information, Your Honor. But if my learned colleague

still unwilling to testify, I'm sure we can corroborate the information from

another witness.

Mr. Matlock, do you recall where you were and what you were doing the night

the murder?

I was having dinner with you at Ray Templin's bar.

And do you recall our conversation about a young woman who made a certain

prediction? Yes, I do.

A prediction, and I quote, within 48 hours, a man would be murdered.

stabbed in the back with a glass spear, unquote. Now, Mr. Matlock, wasn't that

prediction made a day before the murder?

Your Honor, I object.

Madam Prosecutor and I were talking in a restaurant, and my testimony should be

stricken as hearsay and irrelevant.

Objection overruled. Answer the question.

Yes.

Mr. Matlock, do you agree that this crystal wand, which is the murder

might be described as a glass spear? Spear.

I guess it might.

Uh -huh. Now, Mr. Matlock, isn't it true that the person who made that

extraordinary prediction is your client, the defendant Jennifer Holtz?

Yes.

I have just one more question.

Do you think your client can predict the future?

Objection. This calls for a conclusion on the part of the witness.

I withdraw the question.

Miss Vogel, this key ring, which you have identified as belonging to the

Mr. Blake, contains keys to all of the hotel suites, does it not?

All of the suites that we rented for our convention, yes.

Dick, Mr. Blake, was my assistant manager.

So Mr.

Blake could have entered any of the hotel suites to meet anybody at any

day or night?

Yes, of course.

Do you know who he arranged to meet that night?

No, he had his own life.

Did Mr.

Blake ever describe to you his relationship with the defendant,

Yes. He told me that Jennifer was crazy about him, called him night and day.

I wasn't surprised.

Dick seemed to attract young, foolish girls.

Object. Move to strike.

Strike the last remark.

No further questions.

Considering the hour, I'm going to recess until 9 a .m. tomorrow morning.

Ben?

Just curious, how much longer do you think this trial will last?

Well, I think it'll last long enough that when you die, you'll have a full

of hair.

I don't see what the point is. I already told the police what I saw. That woman

ran out of here like demons were after her.

Nothing's been touched.

Court order.

Well,

he must have been facing this way because that's the way he felt.

Marie said that she gave him that wand.

Maybe he brought it up here with him.

Why would he bring the murder weapon with him?

Surely he didn't bring it with him because he thought somebody was killing

Maybe he's going to sell it.

Here, you take the wand. Slip up behind me.

See if you can kill me.

Okay. No, no, no.

Not unless he was asleep. You would have seen his killer. I'd see you.

That's strange.

Miss Willis, how long have you known Jennifer

Holtz? About seven years.

And how would you describe your relationship?

We're friends.

And you would never do anything to hurt her, would you?

Never.

And she would never do anything to hurt you?

No, she wouldn't.

I have a friend like that.

His name is Lee Greenway.

We've been friends for, oh, years and years and years. We grew up together.

And we never, never had a harsh word between us. We never, never got mad and

threw rocks at one another, you know, the way boys will do.

We were from the country, I'm proud to say.

And there was a girl that Lee liked.

Beautiful girl. She was tall, had long black hair.

When Lee would see her, he had a little poem he liked to say.

He'd say, if I'd have seen you coming, I'd have knowed what to do. I'd have

raised both arms and I wove at you.

And she'd laugh.

And after a while, I started saying it.

Because I liked her myself.

And Lee never got mad at me.

Because we were friends.

And so I think I understand your friendship with Jennifer. You're like

halves of a coin.

That's exactly the way we are.

We're twin souls through many lives.

Were you aware or were you ever suspicious of

a relationship between Jennifer?

And Dick Blake.

Jennifer was counseling Dick.

I see.

I see. Even though he called and begged her to meet him secretly

late that night, that was for counseling and nothing more?

That's right.

I would have known if it was anything else.

How would you have known?

Jennifer would have told me.

Even though she knew how jealous you were of him?

Yes.

Jennifer told me everything.

You were that close?

Yes.

I believe you are.

I believe you are.

And I believe that if Jennifer had a vision, a vision

as important...

as death, murder death.

If she told anyone, she would have told you. And I believe she told you

of her vision.

And then when Dick Blake was killed, you were terrified

that Jennifer had done it.

And Jennifer, knowing of your jealousy, was very frightened that you had done

it.

You have been protecting each other

Jennifer

did tell you every detail of her prediction

didn't Yes

now

This question is very important.

And you must answer it truthfully at all costs.

You did tell someone else about Jennifer's prediction, didn't you?

Yes.

Mr. Henning, Miss Willis did tell you about Jennifer's

prediction, didn't she?

Yes, and I was convinced it would come true.

I've been observing Jennifer for a long time, and I believe her powers are

extraordinary.

Now, on the night of the murder, you were having dinner

with Miss Vogel. In fact...

You used to have dinner with Miss Vogel all the time.

Yes, I did.

Because there was a relationship that ended around the first of the year.

That's right.

Now, as I said earlier, we have a witness who saw Miss Vogel leave the

restaurant before 9 o 'clock. That same witness saw you leave the restaurant

before 9 o 'clock.

Where did you go?

To my room.

Your Honor, the witness is not on trial here.

Your Honor, may I just continue with this?

Proceed. Thank you.

So you went to your room.

Did anyone visit you?

No.

So you were there all night?

Yes. Alone?

Yes.

Let the record state that I'm showing the witness State's Exhibit 5, the scene

of the murder, better known to you as the Crystal Suite.

Now, as you can see, the victim's body is facing this way, facing the mirror.

Now, how do you suppose someone snuck up behind him and stabbed him without

being seen in the mirror?

I haven't the faintest idea.

No? I mean, it seems to me a man the size of Dick Blake would have seen

coming up, stabbing him, put up a fight.

One would think so.

One would.

So, it brought to my mind another

possibility.

Maybe, maybe Dick Blake wasn't killed in the crystal

suite. Maybe he was killed somewhere else, and then his body was moved.

What do you think?

I suppose that's possible.

Count on it.

Count on it, Mr. Henning.

I'm not psychic.

I can't talk to the spirits.

And even I know.

Dick Blake was killed in your room.

Objection! Mr. Madlock, unless you have some basis and proof, you'll have to

drop this immediately.

I believe I have it, Your Honor.

Very well.

Now, now, now, now, just, just, just listen to this.

See what you think.

You stabbed Dick Blake with this crystal wand.

And he fell on the rug.

in your room bleeding heavily.

And you drug Dick Blake and the rug across

the hall to the crystal suite where the body was found, just like Jennifer

predicted.

Then you brought the rug from the crystal suite to your room.

That's what caught you.

See, you thought that all the rugs and all the sweeps and all the rooms

were all alike.

But they're not, thank you.

This is the rug and the crystal sweeps.

This rug was impounded by the police last night

for evidence from your room.

Now, on the surface, these rugs look identical.

And they are, except... if you turn underneath, there's an inventory number

from the hotel that matches the room the rug goes in.

This is the rug from the crystal suite, the one with the blood, the one Dick

Blake fell on after he was stabbed.

And the number on the rug is 122.

Mr. Henning, what's your room number?

What's your room number?

122.

The rug the police impounded has the number...

One, two, three.

That's the number of the crystal room.

And it came out of your room. You switched them, didn't you?

Yes!

But I never intended that Jennifer would be accused of Blake's murder.

I believe you.

And that's what threw me.

You never tried to frame Jennifer.

You thought she had a perfect alibi.

She had a reading that night with Mrs. Merkin.

How could you know she had canceled that reading?

To meet with Dick Blake.

You would never do anything to harm her, would you? Of course not.

Jennifer is a light in the world.

She's the most special person I've ever known. She's gifted beyond Nostradamus,

beyond Edgar Cayce, beyond...

Dick Blake

wanted to use her.

Use her as a woman for his pleasure and as a psychic for his profit.

He was a carnal man who abused the spiritual gifts of others. He mocked

everything the New Age stands for.

Dick Blake knew you didn't like him, didn't he? I made no secret of it.

Why did he come to your room?

Greed.

His greed, like his ego, had no limits.

He wanted to sell me the crystal wand Marie gave him and other valuable

I'm certain he stole.

He brought the weapon with him.

You see, it was meant to be.

Oh, so... So you killed him and moved his body

so it would look like Jennifer's prediction had

come true.

The prediction did come true.

I was only the means.

I was destined to kill Dick Blake just as Jennifer was destined to reveal it.

I knew the moment Marie told me that vision was meant for me.

Your Honor.

I move to dismiss.

Does prosecution have any objection?

None, Your Honor.

Motion is granted.

Miss Holtz, you're free to go.

This court is adjourned.

Be blessed with long life and good health.

But what about me?

Bless? The case was dismissed.

There was no verdict. There was no jury to give a verdict. There never will be.