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I don't care how much they offered you. We're not selling them until the

season's over, okay?

20 grand, Keith.

20 grand for an unproven cult.

Look, Keith, he's Mr.

Moonshine's full brother.

If Mr. Moonshine keeps winning, that yearling out there is going to be worth

grand.

Trust me.

I know you like to bet, but what if he doesn't keep winning?

I don't have the stomach for gambling like you do.

That's what makes us a good team.

Your brains, my guts.

So, uh, what happened to Royal T last week? She didn't even place.

Yeah, the jockey boxed her in.

Don't worry, it won't happen again.

I fired him.

See ya.

Hey, old Wizkid here looked pretty good today, don't you think?

Yeah, looked great.

Yeah, I think it's about time we got him to Redway Downs, got him some real

track work.

Whatever you say, Stu.

That's why we're paying you the big bucks. Is Janice back yet?

Coming in right now.

Hi.

What a great ride. You should have come with me.

Where's Keith?

Didn't you ask him for dinner?

Uh, he had plans.

What's wrong?

I got another letter.

So who am I supposed to be sleeping with now?

He doesn't say.

So what else is new?

This one says you were with someone the night I was in Savannah last week.

And you believe it? I tried to call you that night, but you weren't home.

I told you already, I went to dinner and a movie with Melissa that night.

Then you went for a drive and didn't get home till after one.

What am I supposed to believe, Janice? I don't give a damn what you believe.

What? What they don't mean anything. Who's sending these? Why would they send

them? I don't know who's sending them.

Janice, I love you, but you are making it very difficult.

What really hurts is that you believe some crackpot who won't even sign his

instead of your own wife.

I tried to call you yesterday and you weren't home either. Stop it, Mike.

This jealousy thing has got to stop. I'm going to destroy her.

Just tell me where you were.

I was out buying your stupid birthday present. That's where I was.

Janice, I'm sorry.

Oh, just leave me alone.

Mr. Madlock?

Hi.

I'm Mike Wilson, and I need your help. Can we talk?

Now?

In here?

It's kind of urgent.

Well, I have to get back to a hearing.

Call me at my office. I'm listed in Willow Springs.

I've been working out of my house lately, kind of cut down on the

So you just call me any time you...

That's awesome.

That's awesome.

That's awesome.

How'd you get in here?

I know I'm imposing, and I'm sorry, but like I said before, this is important.

How'd you get in here?

The door.

Well, you just go back out the door.

Listen to me, okay?

You don't understand.

You're the only one who can help me. Out! My wife is on trial for murder.

the lawyer she's got is incompetent. Well, not incompetent, really, just

unqualified. See, he's an old family friend. Out!

You couldn't have come in this door. It's bolted.

Maybe the other door.

You've got to talk to him, advise him, maybe even take over the case for him.

The back door's locked, too.

Mr. Matlock, please, you've got to help me.

Scott Ainsley.

That's her lawyer. Do you know him?

I know of him.

Talk to him about Janet's case tomorrow morning. Talk to him about what?

His strategy, how he's pleading her.

She's not in my place. I love my wife more than anything.

Her future is at stake here.

and I'm going to do whatever I have to to help her. Please talk to Scott

first thing tomorrow.

Mr. Ainsley.

Hi. Ben Matlock. We met at a Georgia State bar meeting a couple years back.

Right, right. Good to see you again. Good to see you. Good to see you. Could

speak with you in private for a minute?

Yes, of course.

Go on over to my office. I'll be right there.

Is that Ms. Wilson?

Yes.

Well, I don't know whether her husband said anything to you.

But he seems to feel that you might not be... Her husband?

Mike? Yeah. Yeah, he came over to my house last night, and he expressed some

concern. He came over to your house?

Yeah, yeah. And he said that you... Some kind of sick joke?

How's that?

Mike Wilson is dead.

My client, although she was temporarily insane at the time, killed him.

Say again?

Mike Wilson is dead.

Mike Wilson's dead?

I have things to do, Mr. Matlock.

And I should think a man of your stature does, too.

So, if there's some kind of punchline here, could we get to it, please?

Oh, no, there's no punchline.

I'm sorry.

Mike Wilson's dead?

They think you're dead.

Your wife's on trial for murdering you.

Why don't you go down to the police and straighten this thing out?

I am dead.

Sure, and I'm Robert Redford. Mr. Madlock, somebody killed me, but it

wife. And I'm not going to let her go through life thinking it was.

You need professional help. Look, I know this is odd, but you've got to believe

me.

What are you doing?

The car's over there. I know.

I'm going across the street to talk to my friend Pete.

I want to have you arrested.

Maybe they'll commit you.

Wait.

I don't know what I am, okay?

Alive, dead, it's been a whole month and I haven't been able to figure it out

myself. All of a sudden, I'm in contact with you.

You're the only one who can see me or hear me.

I guess the only thing to do is to show you.

Look out!

Get away from me.

Leave me alone.

Ben?

Get away from me.

Leave me alone. Ben, you've got to help me. She didn't do it.

Maybe it's something I ate.

There's got to be some rational explanation.

This can't be happening.

Then why not help me?

I mean, if this is all just a big dream, what's the harm?

You are a ghost.

Of course.

I'm talking to a ghost.

You're a ghost.

Yes. It's not possible.

Yes, it is.

I can do more tricks for you.

No.

What were you and your wife arguing about that afternoon?

Oh, I don't know.

We've been newlyweds, we argued.

The only important thing is that she pushed me and then she ran out of the

Now, she thinks that my head hit the shovel when I fell and I died. The truth

is, someone came in after she left and used that shovel to murder me.

And you don't know?

I heard a noise, started to look up, then wham!

Next thing I know, I'm standing there looking down at a body.

I just don't know.

It wouldn't hurt to go talk to my mother.

Yes. I'm Ben Matlock, a lawyer.

Isn't she beautiful?

I wonder if I could talk with you for a minute about your case.

Oh, I already have a lawyer.

Well, yes, I know. It's just that Mike was a kind of friend of mine.

Tell her we met through my Uncle Russ when you did some legal work for him

in Savannah.

I met him in Savannah while I was doing legal work for his Uncle Russ.

Uncle Russ.

What a character.

Oh, he's a fine man.

He passed away last year. Was a fine man, was.

Fine.

Well, come on in.

Have a seat.

Can I get you something to drink?

No, thanks.

So, Scott Ainsley's your attorney. I didn't know he practiced criminal law.

He handled my husband's business affairs, and my case seemed so cut and

mean, I know I killed Mike.

That's why he pleaded you innocent by reason of insanity.

Scott figured I might only get a couple of months in an institution.

You think we did the wrong thing?

Oh, I don't know enough about the case to say.

That argument you had with Mike outside the stable that day, what was that

about? Uh -oh.

Mike had been getting these anonymous letters saying that I was cheating on

Well, everything's under control. Doesn't look like she's going to fold

morning, so I... Hey, how you doing? Ben Matlock. This is Keith Garrick. Keith

is Mike's business partner.

How are you? Nice to meet you. How you doing? I've been incredibly supportive

through this whole thing.

Get your hands off her. I don't know what I would have done without him.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

You wanted her all along. Go back outside.

That's your mat lock.

That's right, I'll leave.

Oh, no, I wasn't talking to you.

You weren't?

No, no, I mean, well, yes, but I didn't mean it that way.

You wrote those letters. You were deliberately trying to break us up so

could have her. Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't. Are you all

right? Punch him for me. No.

I mean, no, no, I'm not all right. I'll tell you the truth. I'd better go.

Just one punch.

Please, Ben.

Just one punch. Come on.

Come on. He won't get you back. You're older than he is.

I'll be back when he's, when I'm feeling better.

What was that all about?

I have no idea.

You want to get something to eat?

Sure. Okay.

Keith is the one who killed me. I'll bet you anything.

I'm going to bed.

Can't you leave me alone?

You said you'd help me with the case.

I changed my mind.

Why? I'll tell you why.

As insane as it may be, I accept the fact that you're a ghost. But you're the

most annoying, ill -mannered ghost I ever heard of.

Now, please, get out of my room.

I'm sorry. I can't leave you alone. Go away.

Nope. I can't.

I can.

Get off my TV.

Can we talk?

You lied to me about the argument you had with Janet.

I was embarrassed.

I'm sorry.

How do you do that?

I don't know.

Here's the deal.

If I'm going to help, you have to behave yourself.

And you have to tell me the truth about Janice.

Like she said, I've been getting these anonymous letters saying that she'd been

seeing somebody else.

That's what we were arguing about that day. I'd just gotten another one.

She denied it.

Yeah. You didn't believe it?

You might have noticed I have this little jealousy problem.

Yeah.

I figure somewhere along the line, Keith fell in love with my wife.

Yeah. He sent those letters knowing how nuts it would make me and that it was

only a matter of time until Janice left me as a result. Yeah.

Only, he got impatient.

So we doubled back that day.

waited for her to leave the barn, then killed me so that he could finally have

her all to himself.

You still have the letters?

They're in my office at home.

If we can trace them back to Keith, they might prove that he's the real killer.

I think I'll have Conrad look around.

Thanks for helping me, Ben.

It's okay.

You want to get off my bed?

Oh, sure.

How about out of my room?

Yeah, in the morning.

You make sure she's good and dry, take her in, give her a good rub down, turn

her out. By that time, speed sensation over here will be ready for the same

treatment.

Gotcha.

You do all that as well as you handle this horse, you got a job.

Great.

Is Mr.

Garrick around?

He's over by the barn.

You know him?

Well, I just figured I'd introduce myself. I mean, he's one of the owners,

right?

Sucking up to the man who writes the checks.

It never hurts.

You were supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.

Well, I don't want anyone to see. Come on.

You wanted a few weeks to think it over? I give you a few weeks.

Now, what's the answer? You and your pal in or out?

If anyone found out, you'd be barred from raising for life.

You own a trotter. It's odds -on to win this Sunday.

Now, a man could make some serious money.

Knowing she'd lose.

Fix it for me. And I'll forget that 200 grand you owe me.

Mr. Petrie, you just can't... No, I guess that I'm not making myself clear.

Timmy!

Make things clear to Mr.

Garrick.

It's just a horse.

Forget it.

I want your answer tomorrow.

What'd you find out?

Keith Garrick's got some serious problems.

He's in the loan sharks for $200 ,000.

I knew it was him.

I almost got my head handed to me out there. If it hadn't been for a fidgety

horse, some very big guys would have found me hiding in that barn.

I made the horse sneeze.

Lunch is ready.

Now listen.

Ben, let's go out to the farm and nail this sucker.

After I eat. He's in love with Janice up to his neck in debt. What more do you

need?

Just food. No.

Behave yourself.

Oh, turkey on rye with cranberry sauce. I could eat five of them.

Conrad, do you want a turkey on rye with cranberry sauce?

How did you know?

I was lucky, yes.

We have to figure out where Keith Garrett went when he left Mike Wilson's

after the murder. Does he have an alibi, or could he have doubled back and gone

to the stable after Janice Wilson left?

You know, Dad, Conrad and I are just a little confused. I mean, Janice Wilson

already has an attorney, and she more or less admitted to killing her husband.

Well, she...

She thinks she killed him, but somebody else did.

Oh. How do you know?

There was a witness.

Oh, yeah?

Well, how come he hasn't come forward?

Well, he's out of town.

Kind of permanently.

Are you saying he refuses to testify?

No, I'm saying he can't.

Leanne, you really wouldn't understand.

Dad, why don't you try me?

Uh, I may be a little eccentric, but I am rational.

Yeah. I mean, I don't drink a lot, and no drugs, no hallucination.

Dad, what are you getting at?

Well, the reason I'm getting involved in the Wilson case is Mike

Wilson wants me to.

Mike Wilson?

The victim?

The dead victim?

Yeah.

He's sitting beside me right now.

You're telling me you see someone in that chair?

Yeah.

And you talk to him?

Yeah.

Oh, and that's why we're on the case.

You know, Dad, you haven't been sleeping well lately.

Yeah. I mean, you just mentioned that the other day.

So I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're just going to relax, take a

couple of days off.

Conrad and I are on it now.

No.

I'll handle it myself.

Dad? Dad?

You think my father's... Nuts?

I sure

am glad I told Conrad and Leanne about you.

Sorry, that didn't work out.

They think I'm crazy.

Who's that?

Stuart Coakley, our trainer.

Man's been working on that trailer for a month.

Stay here.

I mean it.

Going back there, I'm going home.

Yeah.

I'm Ben Matlock, lawyer.

I'm kind of helping out on the case.

Is Janice home?

Uh, left about a half hour ago. Had to be in court.

Oh, dang gone.

She said she was going to leave something for me in the house.

You suppose it's open?

Try it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, that was a terrible thing that happened to Mike, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Will you hear that?

Yeah. I was turning out some horses and I heard Mrs.

Wilson scream.

Like you said, it was a terrible thing.

It was.

I understand that Keith Garrick was here that afternoon.

Yeah, he just left.

Oh, so he wasn't one of them that came running into the stable after Janice

found the body?

No. Long gone.

Well, I see time.

It's okay. Yeah.

I kept the letters locked up in the desk drawer.

The key's gone.

You'll just have to break in.

They're gone.

Did Janice know where you kept the letters?

She didn't know I kept them at all. Nobody did.

Not even Keith?

Not even Keith.

Who knew where you kept the key in the drawer?

Good question.

You want to go downtown?

It's not Keith?

It's Keith.

I think I know how to prove it.

It was Scott Ainslie. He's the only one who knew where I kept that key. And as

Janice's lawyer, I'm sure she let him into the office to go through my papers.

Yeah, well, if...

Here's your lawyer. I guess he and Keith could have been up to something.

Uh -huh.

Go on.

I'd be breaking an interview.

You're not breaking anything.

Well, I guess I'm just trespassing.

And I'm the company of a ghost.

If he did steal those letters, he probably threw them away a long time

why would he steal them for Keith?

Now what?

Over there.

Open that. The legend for the farm is in there.

Scott Ainsley was an accountant?

No, we just kept all the papers in his office.

Open it to the last entry.

I died before I got a chance to review the figures for the last quarter.

You think Scott Ainsley was a doctor in the books?

I know he was.

Ben Matlock?

What are you doing? I was just going over the ledger for the Wilson Horse

Hi, Mr. Garrick. Do you two fellows always meet this late at night?

I'm calling the police.

Do that. I'm sure they'd be as fascinated as I am.

What are you talking about?

Well, for one thing... Keith's been embezzling from the farm, and Scott

Ainsley's been helping him.

According to the ledger, Keith here has been skimming funds, probably to pay off

loan sharks.

And you've been helping him for a small fee, no doubt.

My accountant, Dennis Prescott, should be able to confirm it. I'm sure that

Dennis Prescott could confirm that these figures have been altered.

He sent those letters because he's in love with Janice.

Excuse me?

Oh, I'm saying that the two of you...

have been cooking the books, and successfully, until times got tough. And

when Mike got worried about money, you figured you'd better do something to

distract him, and so you sent him those letters.

And then one or both of you got afraid that that wasn't enough, and so you

killed him.

Now, how could you possibly know that? Well, what the hell difference does it

make how he knows he knows?

Uh, you could kill me, too, but... We may have sent those letters, Mr.

but we didn't kill Mike.

As it happens, we have an alibi.

Shut up.

No. If you tell us... It's over.

Look, it's not exactly a brilliant career move for me.

We don't have a choice.

At the time of the murder, we were meeting with a man named Ross Petrie.

He's a local loan shark.

You can ask him, or anybody at that social club he owns.

That's where we met.

You were both there?

God help us, yes.

This has got to work.

Yeah?

You've got to talk Janice into using you as her lawyer. I'll do the best I can.

Stay here.

Forget it.

Mr. Matlock.

Hi, Ms. Wilson. I called Aunt Mel, Uncle Russ's widow in Savannah.

She's never heard of you, Mr. Matlock.

She said if you did any kind of legal work for Uncle Russ, she'd know who you

were.

She's right, Ms. Wilson.

I did lie to you. I never did any legal work for your Uncle Russ, and I didn't

know your husband ten years ago.

Why?

Why did you lie?

Why are you here? Have you ever believed something was wrong and known you had

to do something about it? It doesn't explain why you lied.

I wanted to talk with you, Ms. Wilson. I might be able to help. I know that

Scott Ainsley resigned your case this morning, and I thought maybe you'd let

represent you.

Why do you want to be involved in my case so badly?

Tell the truth.

I believe that you're innocent.

And if what I believe is true, then you shouldn't go to jail for something you

didn't do.

So, Mrs. Wilson, what have you got to lose?

Come on, Janice.

I think you're crazy, but you are right about one thing.

I have nothing to lose.

All right, you did it.

You want to get to work?

I'm going to kill you.

It's too late.

I say Scott and Keith are lying about being with Ross Petrie.

Oh, come on, Mike.

If they were lying, they would have said they were with a priest or a rabbi or

the Queen of England, not... Not some mob person.

Well, who killed me?

Somebody from your past, maybe.

I was a nice guy, Ben. People liked me.

Well, it was Mel Whitaker over in Macon.

He didn't like me a whole lot. Sold me a bum horse.

Then there was Harold Ramsey up in Brandeville. Thought I'd sold him a bum

horse.

Brandeville. Why does that sound so familiar?

What is that smell?

Probably horse liniment.

Horse liniment.

You know what?

That's what I smelled in here just before I died.

Horse liniment?

Ben, somebody's watching.

Oh, Mr.

Conkley.

Ms. Walton said that I could look around in here. Hey, that's fine by me.

Ben?

Something's wrong.

Something's wrong.

His riding boots.

He's not wearing riding boots.

That's what's wrong.

Benjamin Matlock for the defense, Your Honor.

At the defendant's request, I have replaced Mr. Ainsley.

Very well.

You ready to proceed? By all means, go ahead.

Yes, sir.

Defense calls Stuart Coakley to the stand.

You're toast, pal.

Where are you from?

Branderville, Kentucky.

Oh, that's right. That's right. I saw that name.

On your license plate frame on the back of your horse trailer. Yeah.

Does the name Harold Ramsey mean anything to you?

It's my stepfather's name.

Is he deceased?

Yes.

How did he die?

He committed suicide about four years ago.

You loved your stepfather very much, didn't you?

I loved him a lot more than I love my real father, that's for sure.

What did he do for a living?

Raised racehorses. Taught me everything I know.

Three months before he died, he purchased a champion racehorse by the

Workman's Way.

Planned to put him out to stud.

Paid a million dollars for him. Isn't that right?

Yes, that's right.

Well, what happened to Workman's Way?

Well, about two weeks after we got him, he died.

It turns out he had some...

Rare disease.

Any insurance?

No, my stepfather hadn't quite gotten around to that yet.

So when that horse died, your stepfather lost everything, his horses, his farm,

his savings, everything, didn't he?

Yes. Within three months, he was penniless, and that's why he killed

isn't it?

No.

Who sold that horse to your stepfather?

Mike Wilson.

And your stepfather, Harold Ramsey, was convinced that Mike Wilson knew that

that horse was sick when he sold it to him?

Yes. And then when in despair he killed himself, you in turn blamed Mike Wilson

for his death, didn't you? No. Oh, come on, Stuart.

Out of all the horse farms in the country, you chose Mike

Wilson's to go to work at.

Is that just a coincidence, or did you choose to go to work there so you could

wait your opportunity to avenge your stepfather's death?

Of course not.

Let me just say, with your permission, Your Honor, I have it on good authority.

Mike Wilson did not know that horse was sick when he sold him to your

stepfather. He was very saddened to learn of Mr. Ramsey's death.

But anyway, this picture appeared in the paper a few days before

Mike was killed.

That's Mike, that's Janice, and that's you, isn't it, Mr. Cochran?

Yeah, that's me. Those riding boots are kind of your trademark, aren't they?

They belong to my stepfather. No wonder you wear them all the time.

Or at least you did. A couple of your co -workers out at the farm are prepared

to testify that you haven't worn these boots since the day Mike Wilson was

killed.

Why is that?

Just didn't feel like it.

Liar!

These are the shoes Mike was wearing.

When he was killed. See, there's a stain up here in the toe area.

And these are the boots

Janice was wearing when she allegedly caused his death. See, they're stained,

too.

And these are your boots, aren't they, Mr. Coakley? The police removed

it from your apartment an hour ago with a warrant. But look here.

Stain on the toe of the boot.

See?

Stain on the toe of the boot, too.

Why is that?

I think I know.

There was a bottle of horse liniment that got knocked over during the

between Mike and Janice that day.

It's right here in the police report.

It says...

Says it had spilled all over the straw on the floor next to Mike's body.

That means anybody walking through that straw would have gotten a stain on the

boot. And that's what this stain is.

Porcelain.

Strong. So strong you can still smell it.

Smells kind of like aftershave.

These boots have been a great deal to you.

That's why you kept them.

instead of throwing them away.

But you never wore them again after that day because you knew that they proved

that after Janice ran out of that barn, you went in there and

hit Mike Wilson over the head with that shovel.

That's how you got these stains.

You killed Mike Wilson, didn't you, Mr. Cokley?

I'd just as soon not answer that until I talk to my lawyer.

Yes!

Your Honor, the prosecution moves that the charges against the defendant be

dismissed. So moved.

Case dismissed.

Court is adjourned.

Mission accomplished.

Yeah.

I guess so.

I see that Janice is okay, would you?

Tell her I'm sorry I was jealous.

And I really want her to be happy with me.

But now I just want her to be happy.

I will.

Will Mr. Wilson be joining us for lunch today, or does he have other plans?

No, no.

Mike's gone.

He is.

Yeah, apparently he was allowed to hang around for a while after he died to

straighten things up for his wife, and after he'd done that, his reprise was

over.

Dad, I talked to a couple of people, and here's what they think happened.

You read about Mike's death in the paper.

and something about it piqued your interest in a totally subconscious way.

Leanne, I had never heard of Mike Wilson before this.

You read about him, Dad. You saw a picture of him and Stuart Coakley, and

subconscious mind repressed it and invented this ghost thing as a way of

legitimizing you getting involved in the case. My mind is not playing tricks on

me. The subconscious is very powerful.

It's the only thing that makes any sense, and you know it.