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I'm hoping tonight you'll go, go to the right window, scatter

your light, say I'm all right, please do.

Tell her that I'm blue and lonely,

dreamy Caroline.

What could that be?

I don't know. It's almost 9 o 'clock.

I guess I'd better go answer it.

Oh,

no. It's my cousin.

It's Diana.

Oh, thank goodness you're home. We have to talk.

All right. What would you like to talk about?

So, Diana, what brings you over here at 9 o 'clock at night?

Ben. Ben.

Jack left me for another woman.

Jack left me for another woman.

Diana, quit.

Ben. Here, sit. Sit down.

Come on. Sit down.

Now, when did this happen?

Two weeks ago. I came home from the hairdresser's and he was gone.

All his things were gone. See what happened to him?

There, there.

Ben, I'd love to stay and chat with you folks, but...

It's getting on toward my bedtime, so... But like I said, I love chat. Go! Just

go!

There, there now.

What makes you think it's another woman?

Because he left a note saying he was going to start over with Lisa and that

attorneys would be in touch.

Who's Lisa?

Some would -be artist that he met at this... Gallery, you always patronize. I

met her once. Talk about space cadet. And young.

She could be doing clerical ads. Look, I know he's rich, but I could understand

an affair with a Hollywood starlet or a professional tennis player, but some

witless bimbo?

He must be out of his mind.

Well, maybe it's just temporary. I mean, after all, you were having problems.

No, we weren't.

Diana, I'm the last person you can lie to.

I've known you since you were born.

The first time I ever laid eyes on you, you were laying there, screaming your

head off, waving your fists in the air.

Your poor, beloved, sainted mother, God rest her soul, said that all babies do

that, but you never stopped.

What's up with you, Stuart? We were married for 18 years, for God's sake.

maybe he got tired of it. So he leaves me for some brain -dead finger painter?

Diana, you cut the face the...

was my temper.

Maybe it wasn't. Oh, I don't know. All I know is I want him back.

Did you tell him that? I don't know where he is. His attorneys do, but he

them he'd fire them if they told me. And his accountants, too.

How about his friends?

Nobody's seen him. Apparently, the only person he socializes with now is Lisa.

Oh, you've got to help me.

Oh, no. No, Diana.

Please, tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I'll change. Tell him things will be

different. Tell him he's got to talk to me.

You say he met this Lisa at an art gallery?

Yeah, the Westlake Art Gallery, 9th and Pine. She works there.

Her full name is Lisa Sullivan.

Yeah. Well, you go in there and you tell them... No, I... They won't talk to me.

Diana.

Uh, Diana.

I... I don't want to get involved in your personal affairs.

Oh, Ben.

Please, Ben.

No, I'm not exactly your favorite cousin, but my mother was.

For her sake, Ben.

Please. Please, please, please.

Oh, Diana. I can't.

I'll do what I

can. Oh, thank you.

Thank you. Oh, thank you, Ben, dear.

Enjoy. Thank you. We will.

Boy.

Joey.

Joey.

Oh, my gosh. Thank you.

You're welcome. You should probably get it out of the flight path. Yeah, well,

you know, I think they ought to forget about dogs and start a leash loft for

kids. Yeah.

Oh,

can I help you find something? Well, actually, I'm looking for someone.

Lisa Sullivan.

Somebody said she works here.

Well, she used to work here.

I took her place when she quit.

Do you have a forwarding address for her?

Why do you want to find Lisa so bad?

Actually, actually, long story. My wife, her name is Lisa Sullivan, too.

And earlier this year, we got this huge refund on our state income tax.

The only thing is we just moved here. We didn't pay any state income tax last

year. So we keep trying to tell them that they got the wrong Lisa Sullivan on

their computer, but every time we send them the check, they just keep handing

right back to us. Yeah, well, you know, I haven't met a computer yet that can

handle rejection.

Right, exactly. So the other night we were at this party and we heard that

Sullivan worked here, so here I am trying to be a good guy.

Well, what do you know? An honest man. Come with me.

Boy, I tell you, Lisa's going to love you for this.

Here it is.

1242 South Barrington. You know where that is?

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, great. Thank you. I really appreciate this.

Pleasure. Right.

Do you know what she looks like?

Well, yeah. You know, I think I have a picture right here.

Yeah.

Now, this picture was taken at the Lipscomb opening, which was about a year

so it's pretty recent.

And that is Lisa right there.

Yes? Hi, Lisa. I'm looking for Jack Huntington.

Wrong address.

Wait, wait.

My name is Conrad McMasters. I work for Ben Matlock. I just want to talk to him.

Go away.

It's okay, Lisa. Let him in.

Thank you.

Conrad?

Jack, it's good to see you again.

Lisa Sullivan, Conrad McMasters.

Now, what's this about?

Well, Ben had me track you down. Apparently, your wife's pretty anxious

to you.

Diana! Don't walk away!

You're a bum.

A bum with a bimbo. Get out.

If you come back, so help me, I'll have you thrown in jail.

I'd like to see that.

I'd like to see you try that, Mr.

Young at heart.

jack your wife needs serious help you think i don't know that

Oh, Jack.

I was just... You what?

Ben?

They just got here.

Oh, I can't tell you how sorry I am. Yes.

Yes, sure, I'll be there.

Okay, Diana, you used me.

Look, I was afraid that even if you found him, he still wouldn't talk to me.

Well, who could blame him? You just went after him with a gun.

It wasn't loaded.

For God's sake, do you think I'm crazy?

I don't want...

How are you? Good to see you.

What kind of place is this?

It's an old -fashioned Greenwich Village -type coffee house.

Big hangout for artists.

Lisa turned me on to it.

What do you have?

Just bring one of these.

Lisa wanted to come along, but she scored some killing time over at the

So she decided to spend the afternoon throwing pots.

Well, that's good. That's good. Throwing boxes is good.

What's the deal with your hair?

Letting it grow.

Lisa's idea.

Says I should flaunt it while I've still got it.

She's changed my life, Ben.

Yeah, I see that.

You know, she's the Beatrice to my Dante. My guide through a universe I

knew existed.

Before I met her, I thought art was just something you invested money in.

But I realize now it's an investment of the soul. Here you go.

That's double mocha.

Lisa's favorite.

Boy, that's strong.

Listen, I can't stay. I just stopped by to tell you how sorry I am.

Well, we both know Diana's a little nut.

I'm going to put a double lock on the door and the bolt.

Maybe she'll come down or move away or something.

Conrad dropped this picture up at Lisa's place.

You happen to know where he got it? Oh, yeah. Somebody at Westlake Art Gallery

gave it to him so he'd know what Lisa looked like. Well,

if you were close, you can see that this guy here is me.

But when this picture was taken, I wasn't there.

Say again?

Okay.

This guy here, Lisa's with, that Howard Lipscomb, he's an artist.

This picture was taken last year when his work was on exhibit at the gallery.

Howard Lipscomb attended the VIP showing, which opened the exhibit and

back to New York.

And I came the night after, which was the grand opening for the general

And by then, Howard Lipscomb was in New York.

You see?

There's no way we could have been in the same photograph.

You're saying this is a fake? It has to be.

Part of this picture was taken on the first night and part of it was taken on

the second night. It's a composite.

Well, why would anybody want to do that?

That's what I want you to find out.

Me? You owe me, Ben.

What if Diana had shot me?

This is just a picture.

What if you found out somebody faked a picture with you in it, huh?

You'd bust your butt trying to find out what was going on, and you know it.

Well, you could be going to my funeral today, Ben.

Oh, come on, Jack. If it hadn't been for you, I never would have even seen this

damn picture.

No, I'm really interested in... Yeah, that one.

Not interested.

Because his work stinks, that's why.

You want to get him a showing? Try the animal shelter.

Well, you have a nice day, too.

Excuse me?

Are you in charge?

Supposedly. I'm the owner, Carolyn Westlake. Oh, Ben Matlock.

Ben Matlock, the lawyer. What a pleasure.

And welcome to our new exhibit. We're very excited about it. Oh.

Never seen anything quite like this.

Yes, these artists are expressing the dramatic clash between freedom of form

immutability of function. Oh, they are.

Uh -huh.

Oh, you like it?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Called War and Peace by Clifford Alexander.

$28 ,000.

You have excellent taste.

28 ,000?

Well, that's a fair... Actually, I don't know where I'd put it.

Could I... I came down here to ask you about this photograph.

I understand it was taken... I understand it was taken

during a showing you had for Howard Lipscomb last year.

That's right.

Who took it, do you remember?

August Steinway. He used to photograph all our events.

Used to? He pulled up stakes and moved to the Greek Isle.

Midlife crisis.

Oh.

Is there a problem? You know Jack Huntington? Very well.

Well, he says that's a fake.

A fake?

Yeah. He says this side of the picture was taken at the VIP show when Howard

Lipscomb was here.

And this side was taken the next night when Howard Lipscomb was not here.

I'm no expert, but this picture sure looks like the real McCoy to me.

Could I... Oh, of course. Thank you.

Westlake Art Gallery.

Lou, I'm going to have to call you right back.

It's me.

We have a major problem.

Somebody got that photograph.

The photograph.

Well, someone already has been asking questions.

That lawyer, Ben Matlock.

I don't care what Carolyn thinks. I know that picture is a fake. I wasn't there

that night. Tell him, sweetheart.

He wasn't there, Mr. Matlock. I remember.

See, to me, Howard Lipscomb is a hero.

I mean, look, his work is bold and brave and intellectually thrilling.

I will never forget how excited I was to finally get to meet him.

And how disappointed I was that Jack couldn't share the experience.

You sure you don't want to have one?

Oh, no. The buzz I got from the other one lasted till four this morning.

So what's your next move?

I don't know, Jack. This is just a picture, and I got a law firm.

It's a fabrication, Ben, and whoever fabricated it had a reason.

Maybe I was matted into that picture in order to cover up something in the

background. Well, you were there that night. Does anything look wrong or out

place in this picture? I mean, besides Jack?

No.

Who are these two fellas?

Well, the big guy, Dick Lerner. He owns the medical supply company. Collects

Pollux. What about this guy?

No. No, him I don't recognize.

Hello, Ben.

Please, sir.

Hello Jack.

Morning.

Good morning.

Get the meaning?

Crazy mixed -up world.

It's called Eggbeater.

How can I help you?

You remember that photograph I brought in here yesterday?

The one from the lipstick?

Yeah. It was stolen last night.

You're kidding.

Somebody broke in my house and took it right off my desk. It's the only thing

stole. That's strange.

The thing is, the only person outside Jack Huntington and Lisa Sullivan who

I had the picture was you.

Are you suggesting that I stole it?

No, I know that I was knocked over by a man last night. I just wonder if you

told anybody about the picture after I left.

No.

Wait, wait, I told Randy.

about it. She gave it away, and I told her not to give anything away again

without checking with me.

Ted, easy.

I'm going to have to keep an eye on these guys. Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

And I'll tell him, as a matter of fact, he's sitting right here. I'll talk to

you later.

Carolyn.

Matlock's been in asking more questions. She's mad and I don't blame her.

Yeah, well, he's shooting blanks. Just relax.

You had to go and steal that photograph.

This is a million -dollar deal we've got on the line here. Don't you know that?

Hey, my neck is on the line here, fat boy.

Look, maybe you can afford to take chances, but I can't. I want you to shut

and get off my back.

What'd you do with the photograph? I burned it. End of problem.

Yeah?

Not necessarily.

I'm looking for the person who used to be Gus Steinway's partner.

Yeah, that's me, Leon Russo. What do you want?

Well, I'm doing this book on Howard Lipscomb. You know the artist?

And I understand that Gus did some pictures of the exhibit that Howard had

the Westlake Gallery. Can we get to the bottom line? I'm kind of busy. Sure.

Well, if any of the negatives are around, I'd like to take a look through

Well, does this look like a library to you?

I'll pay you.

Just to look at them, and if I find something I like, I'll pay you more.

that sound?

Wipe your feet.

There.

Knock yourself out.

Is this stuff in any kind of order?

No.

If you need me, I'll be across the hall in the dark room. Whatever you do, knock

first. Okay?

Gotcha.

That'll be 50 bucks up front and 50 for each negative that you pull.

Mr. Matlock.

Richard T. Lerner at your service, Mr. Matlock. Unless, of course, you've come

to sue me. Oh, no, nothing like that.

Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, juice? No, thank you.

Have a seat.

Well,

you look fit as a fiddle, so I know you're not a customer.

No.

What is it that you sell, Mr. Lerner?

Medical equipment.

Oh, well, you... Well, you must be doing pretty well. I see you collect art.

Well, it looks art.

I'm kind of partial to abstract expressionism, as you see.

Yeah. I hear that you were at a showing that Westlake Galleries had for Howard

Lipscomb last year.

Yes, I like Howard Lipscomb's work.

Actually, there were two showings.

There was one for the VIPs and then one for the public.

Which one did you go to, remember?

Well, the VIP, naturally.

But it was a year ago, as you said. I could be mistaken.

Do you remember whether you met Howard Lipscomb when you were there?

Oh, I've met Howard half a dozen times.

Maybe it was at the opening, maybe not.

Well, again, these are really, really very nice.

Thank you for your time.

Come in again.

I always like it when famous people drop in on me.

Not that they ever really do.

Here.

Would you like a malt ball for the road? Oh, no, I shouldn't.

Neither should I, but I mean, they're sitting right here.

What the hell?

Want a sandwich?

No time.

Ben, I got some big news.

Big news. You'll never guess what it is. Uh, you won the lottery. No, no, no,

no. This is big.

Big, big. I mean, really big.

Um, you're going around the world.

No, no, no, no, no. This involves a person of the opposite sex and a plan

two of us have.

You're getting married.

Who told you?

Well, I think that's wonderful news, Les.

Congratulations. Now, what's the lucky lady's name and how did you meet her?

name is Mildred.

Mildred Novotny. And we met in the produce section of the supermarket.

She was trying to pick out a ripe melon, you know, one of those cassavas.

So she handed me one and asked me if I thought it was ripe. So I gave her the

squeeze and told her I thought it was okay.

Oh, so it only started over a melon, huh? Well, actually, it started before

that. You see, we were both backing up our carts, you know, looking at the

produce.

And the next thing you know, we backed into each other.

Backed right into each other.

And neither one of us moved for, I don't know, it must have been 19 minutes.

Back to back. Back to back.

What is she, a widow?

Yeah. Oh, and she used to be a nurse.

You know, when I was young and used to date, I always felt safe with a nurse.

Well,

they know so much about the body, you know.

Where are you going to go on your honeymoon?

Oh, Mildred wants to go someplace she's never been before.

Oh, someplace romantic like Paris or Mexico.

No, the Mayo Clinic.

The Mayo Clinic?

Well, yeah, I told you she used to be a nurse.

She wants to look around, you know, watch a few operations.

Oh, gosh, I gotta go.

I promised Millard I'd meet her.

At the market? Yeah, help her with her shopping.

You really are a fast mover.

Well, Benj, time waits for no man.

In here.

Tell me your face.

Somebody jumped me at Gus Steinway's studio.

They're after these.

Proof sheet the negatives of the pictures Steinway shot at the two Howard

Lipscomb showings. Somebody jumped you?

Yeah. Well, I got his license number.

Well, they get burglarized. You get assaulted.

Jack's right. Something serious is going on. No kidding.

Lieutenant Brooks, please.

I didn't expect you to handle this personally, Bob.

And when I saw the list of priors on this guy, I couldn't help myself. He's

wearing a ski mask. How are you going to know it's the same fella?

I'll know.

This whole thing started because Jack got a roving eye.

If I was married to Diana, I'd get a roving eye, too. My eye'd fly all over

place.

Open up, Mr. Resnick. It's the police.

Rudnick? It's the guy that jumped me, Ben.

Same clothes, same build.

I know.

How do you know?

You know that third guy in the picture nobody recognized?

That's him.

There's one.

Yeah, there's the other.

There was a lot of pictures that were used to make that composite.

You see?

I wasn't at that opening with Howard Lipscomb, and neither was Lerner.

He lied to you, Ben.

Whatever's going on here, Lerner's in on it. I know it.

Wish we had some proof.

Proof? Somebody steals the picture from you, then tries to steal the negatives,

and then gets murdered.

Now, what more proof do you need?

Well, something's going on, all right, but I'm daggone fine figuring it out.

Somebody better figure out something.

I could wind up with a bullet in my head.

Oh, no.

Jack! Jack!

Jack, we have to talk. There's nothing to say. Oh, no, no, Jack. You don't mean

that. You don't get it. I want a new life. Go home, Diana. Look, you can't

abandon me like some rusted old car.

Hi, Ben. Sorry to barge in on you like this, but I need your help.

Yeah? Yeah, Mildred wants a church wedding, and, well, we're trying to

what kind of music to have.

Now, I suggest an organ playing a medley.

You know, promise me I love you truly.

There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight.

I'd go for a hot time in the old town tonight.

Yeah, but Mildred wants something different. You know, something more

Oh, personal.

Boy, you're really stuck on Mildred, aren't you?

Well... So, something personal.

Personal.

personal, why don't we sing her a duet and dedicate it to her?

You think so?

Oh, yeah.

Well, what could we sing? Didn't you say she spent time in South Carolina?

Yeah, she loved it there. Yeah.

Well, how about Carolina Moon?

Think she'll like it? Oh, she'd love it. I bet she'd cry.

Of course, I don't know.

I don't know. You're so sensitive.

You might cry yourself.

Oh, come on.

Okay. Okay, let's give it a try.

Okay.

Carolina moon Keep

shining Shining on the

one Who waits for me

Carolina moon, I'm pining,

pining for you.

You all right? I'm fine.

I'm fine.

You crying?

No, no, it's my sinuses. I gotta go home and use my nasal spray.

You know, I'll bet you anything that photographer dummied up the picture and

then left for Greece because John Resnick paid him to go.

But where did he get the money?

You think he was blackmailing someone?

She's making me crazy.

You make me crazy, too.

I'm trying to work.

I like it.

It's terrible.

Jack.

You know Randy McGowan, the girl who took my place at the gallery?

She called me today.

And apparently all this fake photograph stuff has gotten Carolyn really ticked

off.

You know how Carolyn is.

She's been giving me a bad rap.

To whom?

To everybody.

Why is she bad mouthing you?

Because I'm what started it all.

At least in her mind I am.

Jack.

Art is my whole life.

People listen to Carolyn.

She's going to ruin my career before I even have one.

No, she's not.

I promise.

Keep painting.

I'll pick up dinner on my way home.

And I hope to hell I don't run into Diana.

Home from where?

The gallery.

I'm going to apologize to Carolyn. I'll tell her from now on if anybody asks her

about this damn photograph, I'll personally punch him in the nose.

How good are your seascapes?

I don't know. I've never tried any. Then pack your paints.

Tomorrow we'll leave for the Caribbean.

Hi, Jack. I'm sorry we just closed.

Carolyn's still here? Yeah, but she's meeting some people in her office.

I'll just keep my head in for a minute, okay? Can't this wait until tomorrow?

Well, we're leaving town, and I've got to clear the air about Lisa, okay?

Jack! Hi, Carolyn.

This will just take a minute.

You, uh, like Andy Warhol?

Not particularly.

Look, it's my fault Ben Matlock's been hassling you about this photograph, not

Lisa's.

I was curious about it and he was doing me a favor. So, if you're upset, I'm

sorry. I'm dropping the whole matter.

And if you're carrying a grudge, I'm your target, not Lisa.

Okay?

If you say it's over, it's over.

I don't hold grudges.

I don't have time.

Thanks, Karen.

Sorry to interrupt.

Bye.

I can't stand his work.

Who?

Warhol.

Well, this is no Warhol. The one they're looking at in there.

Night, Wendy.

Night, Jack.

I just uncovered some information about John Resnick I thought you'd be

interested in. You in the mood to hear it?

No. Tell me anyway.

It's so jittery I can't stand still.

Time for my run anyway. Maybe that'll help.

I'll be back in 40 minutes.

Oh, I don't know what to pack.

You're packed.

His name was Hugo Wyckoff, local artist, a lithographer.

Died about a year ago in a hit and run.

What's he got to do with John Resnick?

Well, when the police questioned Wyckoff's widow, she said that he told

was afraid for his life. Now, he didn't say why he was afraid, but he did say of

whom. John Resnick.

But as it turns out...

John Resnick had an alibi for the night Hugo Wyckoff was killed.

He was at the opening of an art exhibit at the Westlake Gallery.

The Howard Lipscomb exhibit?

And when the police checked out the gallery, they were shown a photograph

proved John Resnick was there at the time of the hit and run. So Resnick was

dropped as a suspect.

They dumbed up that photograph to give John Resnick an alibi?

Probably. Oh, and one more thing.

John Resnick's two best friends were Carolyn Westlake and Dick Lerner.

On the night before he died, he made a series of phone calls after 1 a .m.

Two to Miss Westlake, one to Dick Lerner, and two to somebody named Carl

Shepley. So all of them are in on the photograph fraud business.

They hired John Resnick to kill that artist and then killed John Resnick

he knew too much.

Well, knew too much about what? I don't know.

But I tell you what I'm not going to do.

What's that?

Tell Jack Huntington. Put him right over the edge.

Excuse me, Ms. Sullivan.

I'm very sorry. I know this is painful.

But if you could answer some questions, it might help us to find the person who

did this.

I'll try.

According to the skid marks and an eyewitness, this wasn't just an

Somebody meant to kill him.

Did he always run at this time?

Yes. Well... Last night, did he make any calls or maybe had an argument with

somebody over the phone?

No.

He did go out for about an hour.

Do you know where he went?

To the art gallery.

To talk to Carolyn Westlake. Lieutenant, excuse me for just a minute.

We have a make on that car.

Why did Jack want to

talk to Carolyn Westlake?

So you can apologize for all the trouble that picture and him had caused.

Okay, I've got to get going.

I'll be in touch with Sullivan.

You got something?

Yeah, the eyewitness says that the car that hit Jack was a blue Lincoln Mark 7.

Jack's dead.

I can't believe it.

Jack's dead.

Why do you want to see my car?

When did you last drive it?

Yesterday.

You didn't drive it this morning?

I just told you, no.

Oh, my God.

Well, did it look like this yesterday?

Well, what happened to it?

Afraid I'm going to have to place you under arrest.

I can't believe it. My beloved Jack, Dad.

I'm shocked.

Shocked? How could anyone think I'd kill him?

Maybe because you assaulted him twice.

Once with a gun. But I told you the gun wasn't loaded. Once in front of a police

lieutenant. I wasn't trying to kill him. Diana, when people see a woman waving a

gun around and making threats, they tend to take that seriously.

Unless she says, just kidding.

Or she fires it and a little sign comes out and says, bang. People tend to

believe what they see and hear.

But anyone who knows... Knows that your life has been one long temper tantrum.

Where the hell do you think you're going? Home.

Are you going to defend me? No.

You've got to defend me.

Give me one good reason why.

I'm innocent.

Then any lawyer can handle it and you don't need me.

Ben. What?

If my mother was asking, would that be your answer?

Ben, at the end I took good care of her and you know it.

And this woman?

Yeah.

She's a nutcase.

I know it, but she's family.

Well, how about the gun?

Wasn't loaded.

Yeah. What about the little incident outside the house? Well, she just beat

up with her purse.

You must be as nutty as she is.

Diana's not the kind of woman that kills men. She just makes them wish they were

dead. Right. So you're going to defend her so she can do the same thing to you.