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$5 .29?

You've got to be kidding.

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

Surely you've got something smaller.

Sorry. I bet they charge half this much down at the pharmacy mart.

Oh, why don't they do? I shop there all the time. Well, how come you charge so

much here?

Sir, you're not buying just bandages. You're buying convenience, free parking,

our charm, and good luck.

Don't move.

Hands up. Both of you. Lie down on the floor.

Now.

Open that thing.

Hurry up.

Right now. Do it.

All right.

Just stay put, both of you. Don't even think about moving until I'm long gone.

You hear?

I'm watching you.

Just stay put.

Lucky guess, that's all it was. Lucky for you, unlucky for my client.

Come on, Dave, be a good sport.

Robert was wearing a ski mask.

That lineup was a joke, you know it.

Maybe I didn't see his face, but I got a good look at everything else.

Shoes and everything. And his car.

Somebody stole my client's car and used it to commit the crime. Happens every

day. Save it for the jury, Dave.

You think just because you're Benjamin Matlock, the jury's going to lap up

whatever you put in front of them? Lap that up, Dave.

Oh, go ahead.

Touch me and I'll get you for assault.

Jerk.

Take one to know one.

Let's see now.

You'd like us to issue a stop work order on a jacuzzi that's being built in Mr.

Ramsey's backyard?

That's right. He's my next door neighbor, and he's building that thing

15 feet from my house. The noise of the motor by itself would be awful. To say

nothing of all those half -naked people be jumping in and out of it and yelling.

Well, he's just mad because it's so close to his fence he won't be able to

Peep? I'll have you know, sir, I'm a church -going person.

Gray -haired old man.

I'm gray -haired, you... None of my other neighbors are complaining about

I'm doing. The neighbors moved away.

Mr. Matlock, please. Sir.

He's in violation of the property line setbacks clearly delineated in the deed

to his property.

Here's the company. I have a right. It states that no one in our

may build within five feet of his or her property lines without a variance, and

I'm not about to give it to him.

Mr. Matlock, this isn't the deed to his property.

It's the deed to Jimmy Carter's home in Plains.

You put that in there. How was I supposed to put that in there, old man?

I'm Cliff Lewis. I'm Mr. Matlock's associate.

Hiya.

We're obviously having a little bit of a problem here.

How about if I faxed you a copy of that deed by the end of the afternoon?

Very well.

This case will be continued till 9 a .m. tomorrow.

Next case.

You're nuttier than a fruitcake, you know that?

Are you sure you had the deed?

Yeah, I'll put it in here this morning. I'll walk around with the deeds of Jimmy

Carter's house in my briefcase.

All right. I'll take care of the facts.

You go home and take a shower.

No. Didn't you tell me you had a surprise party for Judge Cooksey

Oh, that's right.

And you'll send the facts? Yeah, I'll take care. Yeah, I'll take care.

Good to see you again.

My, aren't we all decked out this evening? What's the occasion?

Judge Cooksey's party.

Whose party?

Richard Cooksey. Surprise birthday party.

Invitation said black tie.

You're sure the party's here?

Sure. In the fountain.

7 .30 tonight.

I'm afraid there's been some kind of misunderstanding.

I RSVP'd and everything.

Yes, but there's no party here. I left a message.

Well, perhaps you should check your invitation.

I didn't make a mistake.

Mr. Matlock, the Bourne wedding party is in the fountain room tonight.

Well,

where's Judge Koops' party? Not here.

Right there.

See? Somebody's trying to make me look like a jackass.

It's him.

Who's him?

Dave Burton.

That lawyer's representing that guy that robbed that convenience store.

He's trying to make me look nuts so he can discredit me as a witness.

First at the hearing and then at this party.

Ben, this invitation was mailed two days before the robbery.

No. Yeah, look at the postmark. How could he have switched the deeds?

Who's that?

Wasn't Dave Burton.

Who else got one of these?

I don't know.

I didn't ask anybody.

It was supposed to be a secret.

Good morning.

Hey,

Conrad, did Ben tell you what happened?

Yeah. Somebody should check out his phone number, don't you think?

Well... I did. It's a voicemail number for some insurance company.

What'd they say?

They said that explains it.

Explains what?

It's a message they got two weeks ago from some guy who said that he'd be at

party but wasn't thrilled about having to rent a tux.

They just figured that it was the wrong number.

I was the only one that called?

My feeling is you were the only one who got an invitation.

Somebody means business.

Well, we know it's a woman.

Probably Dave Burton. He got a secretary or...

Some friend to call.

Or maybe it's somebody with an axe to grind.

Maybe on the back of your neck.

That's no way to talk.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Axe to grind on the back of my neck.

Who?

Joanna Wilton. I realized last month she was paroled from prison. Who's Joanna

Wilton? She was George Wilton's wife.

He was a contractor. She was having an affair with her personal trainer, Harry

Sledge. Oh, he was something, huh?

Well, what do you mean?

What?

At the same time he was having an affair with Joanna Wilton, he was having an

affair with George Wilton's mistress.

Yeah, but remember it was the other woman he was having an affair with that

caused all the problems.

Oh, Harry, you wrecked me.

The first woman was George Wilton's wife, Joanna.

Sorry to give you a chance to, you know, work you out.

All right.

I feel very tuned up.

Where are you going?

Oh, baby, it's late.

Here.

Oh, it's there.

Go ahead, open it.

Probably the Capricorn, Henry Miller. Whoa.

Read the inscription.

Joanna.

How can I thank you?

The second woman Harry was seeing was George Wilkins' mistress, Bridget.

Harry, what are you doing here?

Bridget, I need to talk.

Talk?

You?

Bridget, please.

You're the best. Love, Joanna.

What the hell?

Joanna, what is this?

What? Who's Harry?

Your personal trainer. George, you're bloodthirsty. In our bed!

Jordan went over to confront Harry and found one big spot.

The men didn't come this morning.

Well, they forgot.

Forgot?

Look, I'm building a shopping center in Somerville. As soon as I could spare a

couple of guys, I'll send them to your house. My easy chair got soaked last

night. I've been sitting in it for years.

It fits my body like skin. It's irreplaceable. What are you going to do

it? I didn't call you down here to talk about your rule for your easy chair. I

called you down here because I'm being charged with first -degree murder.

And I want you to defend me, and I'm willing to pay you twice your fee.

What the hell are you doing here?

George, I'm here trying to find out about the women in Harry's life. What

hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be climbing my roof, not her.

Well, I... Did you say the women in Harry's life?

Bridget.

George, listen to me.

Harry was a long time ago.

Pack up your stuff and get out of here.

George! And leave the jewelry. Hold it! You heard me? Come on, get out! Hold it!

What?

She's not going anywhere.

You are.

And not a word of this to anybody.

I own this house. She's out. Are you out of your mind? If one word gets out

about Harry having an affair with your wife and your mistress, the D .A. will

kill us fast.

Mom, this is Miss Thomas. She's one of George's attorneys.

I have a few questions, if you don't mind.

Bobby?

Bobby? Bobby's from my first marriage.

When you have kids young, you can't lie about your age. It drives me crazy.

I imagine.

You told the police Harry got to the house at 10 .15.

The guest house?

Yeah.

Why the guest house?

Thomas, where else would I entertain Harry?

Um, Harry left his house around nine.

Did he say what took him so long?

No.

And I didn't waste time asking.

I suppose you have an alibi for the time of the murder.

No. I don't need one.

I didn't kill Harry.

This is kind of hard.

I mean, uh...

This is a secret.

Secrets have a way of coming out in a murder trial.

Well, that's what I'm afraid of.

It's about where Harry was for an hour before he saw my mom.

Yeah?

He was with me.

He was with you?

That guy was truly amazing.

Ben finally pieced the case together two days after falling off a ladder trying

to fix the roof of his house. The night before the murder, you, I guess you

could say, rendezvoused with Harry out there in the guest house, didn't you?

That's true.

And you'd been doing that out there in the guest house for four or five months,

hadn't you? Yeah. But you never met with him in the main house, did you?

Never.

I'm not a tacky woman, Mr. Matlock.

Defense enters Exhibit H.

Would you examine this and tell us what it is?

It's a gold cigarette lighter I gave to Harry. Your husband found this, didn't

he? And discovered your affair with Harry.

Yes.

Where did he find it?

In our bedroom.

I thought you said you never met him in the main house.

I guess I was mistaken.

Harry was an hour late meeting you that night, wasn't he?

Yes. Who else was in the house at the time who could have been in the master

bedroom?

I don't know.

Your daughter, Bobby, was at home that night, wasn't she? I don't remember.

I can subpoena Bobby's testimony.

No, no, Bobby.

Bobby was in the house. Yeah. That's right.

And Harry's lighter, having shown up.

In the master bedroom, you knew he was with Bobby, didn't you?

Make you mad?

Very.

I'm her mother.

Didn't it make you so angry that you suddenly saw this whole sordid mess as

opportunity to get out of the marriage and keep the money? Isn't that why you

shot Harry Slade and framed your husband?

prove any of the things that you say.

For the record, and for you, this officer,

thank you, is handing me a book. I'm handing you the same book

for identification.

Examine that.

Tropic of Capricorn by Henry Miller.

That's the same book.

You gave Harry, isn't it?

Let the record show that this officer, suing to a search warrant, retrieved

book from the courthouse parking lot. It was found in the locked trunk of a car

belonging to Mrs. Joanna Wilton.

I dated three girls at the same time once.

Yeah? Three girls?

Find out what that woman's been doing since she got out of prison, will you?

Okay.

Hello?

Hope you slept well, because you've got a big day ahead of you.

Better check the front door.

Wait, who is it?

Was that her? What did she say?

That's okay, Ben. You look great there. That's really nice.

That's not me.

Now, are you sure? Because a lot of guys your age would kill to have a nice,

tight little high end like that. That's not funny. That's not my high end.

This is serious. This could ruin me.

CNN's on the phone. They want to know what number sunscreen you were using.

That's not funny.

It's not me.

You've got no right to print that.

Freedom of the press, Mr. Matlock. It's all there in the Fifth Amendment.

First Amendment!

First Amendment!

The people have a right to know what you public figures are really like.

All right, that's it.

Ben, Ben, you don't want to see this man with his pants down, do you? God, no.

Then let me see the original copy of the picture. Okay, keep your pants down.

Thank you.

It's your face on someone else's body.

Where'd you get that?

I never reveal my sources.

I have my principles.

I'll give you principles.

Come on. Come on.

Okay, okay. I got it in the mail.

Anonymous. No note, no return address.

Nothing.

Hey, give that back. That picture's private property.

Don't tell me.

It's got the lowdown on Joanna Wilton. Who wants to hear about it?

Me.

What's all this?

Trying to figure out where his head came from.

I've wondered that.

In the fake photo.

Okay, I just talked to Bobby.

Joanna's daughter, remember?

Seems when Joanna was paroled, Bobby picked her up and took her home and

everything was fine.

And a couple of days later, out of the blue, she went wacko.

Three weeks ago, they put her under lock and key in a private hospital in

Valdosta.

Guess it isn't her.

Oh, wait a second.

Do you remember what was there?

I think there was a picture there that was taken in a courtroom.

I don't know, Ben. Someone sneaks in here, they mess with your briefcase,

steal a photo.

You've got to start locking your doors.

I do when I think of it.

Any idea what river this is?

Yeah. I have a travel agent friend who swears that this is Canyon Springs.

It's a place right outside of Austin, Texas.

Texas.

Lorraine Ortega.

No, no, who's Lorraine Ortega?

Well, that's her alias. Her real name is Sissy Lockwood.

Well, that's one call.

See, Sissy Lockwood was this bartender at this honky -tonk where a friend of

mine named Ann Johnson used to work.

And Ann had this kid, his name was Jimmy, who was real good at drawing, and

invented this comic book hero he called Mr. Hoss. Ann had just broken up with

her boyfriend, Dwayne Meeks. Don't I get to say any of this?

There's nothing between us, Duane, and you know it. Oh, I think there is. And

ain't over until I say it's over.

You understand?

I don't think you're getting that far. Get off me!

Get off me, you little... Let go of me!

Jimmy, stand back.

Stay away from us, Duane. I mean it. Do it, Mom!

Get him!

Baby, what are you going to do with that?

Duane.

Leave me alone.

Ann's friend, Walt, was always there to help her.

Come on.

Wait, Walt, wait.

I apologize to the lady.

I said apologize.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry.

Pick up your stuff tomorrow or it'll be out on the street. And don't you ever

lay a hand on me or my son again.

The next day, Dwayne went to Ann's place to pick up his stuff.

What the...

Ann was arrested, and I got Ben to defend her.

Why is it every time I get a little time off to do a few things around the

house, like change a few light bulbs, somebody I know has a friend in trouble?

Ben, you gotta defend her. She is such a nice person.

Say she's a waitress?

Well, it's the only job she can get. I mean, you know, the tips, and she's got

this little boy.

Well, how about a public defender?

Ben, you've got to defend her.

You'll see, Ann Johnson is one of the nicest.

most hard -working, honest, and courageous people I've ever met.

Well, hello, Conrad. Instead of defending her, why don't I just nominate

president?

Lorraine Ortega was one of Duane's old girlfriends.

Who is your good -looking friend?

Oh,

I'm Ben Matlock, Ann's lawyer.

You gonna be able to get her off?

I hope so.

Duane had it coming, that's for sure.

I hear you used to, uh...

Go out?

Me and half the women here.

Went through us one by one.

The big stud servicing his herd.

Well, how did you take that?

No skin off my hide.

I wasn't his first, and Ann wouldn't have been his last.

Had this sort of feeling about Jimmy.

What? I went to his school and I talked to his principal.

Yeah?

He wasn't in class the day of the murder.

Hi, Mr. Mellick.

I'll meet you guys downstairs.

Okay.

So, um, how was school?

Fine.

I found the stun gun.

What'd you do with it?

I took it to the police.

Why'd you do that?

What if they find fingerprints or something?

Whose fingerprints are you afraid they'll find on you, Jimmy? Yours?

No.

Who are you protecting, Jimmy?

Jimmy? I don't want to talk anymore.

Well...

You

think I killed him?

Well, you had that fight with him the night before.

Yeah, and if I wanted to kill him, I'd have done it right then and there. I

certainly wouldn't try to frame Annie for it.

Oh, well, maybe you didn't mean to frame Ann.

Maybe you didn't mean to kill Dwayne. Maybe you just wanted to have it out

him and things went a little too far.

Maybe you had the stun gun and were going to give it back to Ann and used it

Dwayne without even thinking.

That's a bunch of bull.

You sure can draw.

Aye, for detail.

I just draw a snare.

Yeah.

You know when you drew these?

I always put the date on the back.

Mrs. Ortega, did you know the deceased Dwayne Meeks?

Everybody at Burns knew him.

You went out?

For a while, yeah.

We broke up.

When? About a month before he died.

Did you live with him?

No. No?

What about all these checks you wrote to him?

Here's one for $700.

Here's one for $300.

Here's one for $500. And there's more.

He... They were loans.

Loans? But he... They weren't loans, were they?

They were blackmail payments, weren't they?

Why would Dwayne be blackmailing me?

Because he found out who you really are.

Not Lorraine Ortega from Memphis, Tennessee, but Sissy Lockwood from

Texas.

Now, what does that have to do with... He also found out that there's an

outstanding warrant for your arrest back in Texas.

You fell in with a pretty bad dude about four years ago, and the two of you

robbed a gas station.

Nearly killed the attendant.

And you drove the car to get away.

I did not.

That's what the fella told the police when they caught up to him. He's lying.

Nevertheless, you're a fugitive.

Imagine that's why you changed your name when you moved here to Atlanta.

Why you gave Dwayne all that money so he wouldn't tell the authorities.

But when you realized the payments were never going to stop, you killed him.

None of that is true.

Would you please tell the judge and the court what this is?

It's a belt buckle.

Not just any belt buckle.

This is the belt buckle they gave you when you were voted American barrel

champion in 1987,

right?

Yes. Yeah.

The police found it in your apartment this morning, with a warrant, of course.

And the reason I subpoenaed it was because of these drawings done

by Jimmy Johnson.

See? Now, here's a picture of you wearing the belt. See there?

This is in July, before you started going with Duane. See there?

Now, these two are pictures of Duane.

Wearing the belt buckle just before you broke up with him.

Isn't it?

Yep. The police found it in your possession this morning. How could that

won that belt buckle because I used to be the best at something. I'd have never

given it to somebody like Duane ever.

Then why was he wearing it when he was killed?

You took it off him, didn't you?

After you killed him.

Because, like you say, this belt buckle means more to you than anything.

And you weren't about to see him with it for all eternity.

Were you?

Dr. Bob Brooks, Sissy Lockwood was paroled two months ago, and she's

five miles from here at the Can -Can Dry Cleaners.

Thank you.

So you mean Ben Matlock doesn't really run around naked every chance he gets?

No, the photograph was a fake.

Could have fooled me.

Sissy, where were you the day before yesterday around 8 a .m.? Where do you

think I was?

Well, I think you were trespassing in Ben's house.

Getting back at him for putting you in prison.

Well, for your information, I was in San Antonio helping my daddy celebrate his

retirement. Got back yesterday afternoon.

Besides that, I don't hold anything against Ben Matlock. He was just doing

job.

Fix that fuel line for you, Sissy.

Runs like a top.

Thank you, Josh.

You are a doll.

Everything okay here?

Oh, yeah.

Conrad and me's old friends.

Stop by next time you're out this way.

Yeah, I will.

She really was in San Antonio.

Yeah, she was there.

You checked?

Yes.

You know who else is out on parole?

Who?

That model you used today.

Carla? Mm -hmm.

Ooh, Carla Royce.

Carla Royce. Carla Royce. Yeah, Carla Royce was this woman that I met in New

York. Gorgeous.

That I was nuts about.

She came to Atlanta for a shoot, so I went to watch her work.

And this photographer she was posing for, Harry Samuel,

is having real problems.

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

that? What?

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

Fanglers is suddenly not interested in using my people for their Christmas

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

budget if they used less expensive models.

You told their art director that my model... ...will be under -accomplished

over -priced. I don't... I don't talk behind my back!

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

Jackie, please calm down.

You have crossed over the line, Harry.

This is war.

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

standing. It isn't going to be you.

Jackie Whitman was the biggest agent in the modeling business, and she could

destroy Harry.

All right, lunch.

Be back at three.

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

That lady is my agent, Jackie Whitman.

Poor Harry.

He really blew it.

She can really keep him from getting work?

You bet.

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

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

Wild goose chase.

What do you mean, wild goose chase?

Just what I said.

Harry?

You been here long?

I just got in. Why?

I got good news and bad news.

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

Well, what's up?

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

I heard that on the news.

Your agent, I'm sorry.

They arrested my friend, Harry Samuel.

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

but he's not a murderer.

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

meet her at the park so they could talk.

He went to the park and no one was there.

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

Did somebody set him up? Yeah.

He can pay your fee, Ben.

The next day, Ben found out something about Carla that flipped me out.

Oh, yeah, here, take a look. Oh, here.

Use this.

a beauty, isn't she?

So is Carla. Oh, yeah.

Look at Carla's smile.

Boy, she's a born model.

I know. That was her sister.

Sister? Mm -hmm. Her name was Monica.

We're talking major good looks.

Once she and Carla started working, they never stopped.

Only Monica couldn't handle the life.

Drugs?

Oh, yeah. In a big way.

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

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

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

driven.

She hasn't stopped since.

Monica, who was her agent?

Same as Carla.

Jackie Whitman.

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

About four years.

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

That's right.

What happened to her?

She died in a car accident almost a year ago.

Who was her agent?

Jackie Whitman.

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

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

Yes, she was arrested.

Was she prosecuted? No.

How come?

The charges were dropped.

Charges were dropped?

That would be very difficult to get done.

Who got the charges dropped?

Jackie Whitman.

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

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

No. Did you ever suggest that she get treatment?

I begged her.

I pleaded. I even threatened her. She had more control over your sister than

did, and you hated her for it.

When Jackie walked into that dark room, you stabbed her to death with those

scissors, didn't you? Absolutely not!

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

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

when you stabbed Jackie Whitman.

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

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

That's why.

During the rest of the shoot, you took great pains to hide

your left arm from the camera.

I have a burn on my arm, yes.

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

That's an acid burn.

You know it, and I know it.

And this police report proves it.

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

Harry and Jackie, didn't they?

The place is a mess.

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

the old makeup bottles with new ones.

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

the police dusted after the murder were hers.

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

whose prints were found on one of those bottles?

Francis Morrisian.

Carla Roy.

That's you.

How did your fingerprints get all over one of those brand new bottles?

I'll check on Carla.

Holy, look at the time.

Oh, Lord.

I guess he took all the money out of the drawer and he told us to get out on the

floor and stay there till he was gone.

But when I heard him start up his car, I looked up as he drove off and I saw his

license plate.

C -U -Y -4 -J -7.

The same plate which, as was stipulated, was issued last July to the defendant.

Nothing further, Your Honor?

Mr. Burton?

We all couldn't help but notice that you arrived a little late, Mr. Matlock.

Everything all right?

Everything's fine.

You sure?

I hear you had a little problem with the planning commission the other day.

You brought the wrong papers with you?

Objection! Irrelevant!

Though it's a credibility, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

Rumor has it that you recently showed up at Shay Monroe for a party that didn't

exist. Is that right?

Yeah, but the reason for that... Is that you, Mr. Matlock?

No.

Who is it? Your evil twin?

No. That's my head, but not my hind end. Ask anybody.

Anybody? No,

not anybody. That's not my hind end. Mr. Matlock, language.

Rear end. Language.

Tush, give me a break.

Your honor.

You may proceed, Mr. Verdon.

Mr. Matlock, do you really expect these good people to believe that somebody as

flamboyant as you obviously are can say for certain it was my client?

Whose face, you admit you never saw, was without a doubt the person who robbed

that convenience store? I picked him out of a lineup. I heard his voice. I saw

his shoes. You saw his shoes?

Yeah.

What did his shoes look like?

They were running shoes, black with purple and pink trim.

What brand were they?

I don't know.

Well, then.

Perhaps this will refresh your memory.

So, which shoe was it?

This one?

Or maybe it was this one.

I can't say.

Can't you even try?

I'd be guessing.

You'd be guessing? I'd be guessing. Just like you did when you picked my client

out of that lineup, right, Mr. Pollock?

Nothing further.

You want to be at home?

No, I'm going to stay and see what the jury has to say.

What if they find that guy not guilty?

I don't know. Then they find him not guilty.

I'll look like a jackass.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant guilty as charged.

The defendant will return to this courtroom at 9 o 'clock on the 23rd of

month for sentencing.

Court is adjourned.

They believed you after all.

Congratulations, Ben. You pulled another one out of the fire.

in France?

Maybe it is Dave Burton.

Well, I haven't gotten any phone calls for a while, so let's forget it and have

a nice bowl of chow.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't think so.

You know, I have a lunch meeting tomorrow, and those onions you use are

lethal. Good night.

What about you, Conrad?

I better not. I got a date in two days.

I really hated prison.

Oh, Sissy.

Only thing that kept me going was thinking about all the things I was

do to you once I got out.

I thought you were in San Antonio.

My boyfriend, Josh, he's real handy with locks.

Oh, you're the one that was messing with my papers and sending me to wrong

parties and publishing that phony picture of my hind end.

Now you're going to kill him?

Bingo.

I really hadn't planned to kill you.

I just wanted to make you suffer, wreck your life bit by bit, day by day.

But when I watched that trial today and saw how you got everybody around here

brainwashed into thinking you're God's gift of truth and justice, I got mad.

I said to myself, to hell with it.

Just give him what he deserves and get over with. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Sissy, you don't have to kill me, Sissy. I mean, you're out.

You're out of prison now, and you got this nice new boyfriend, and you can

playing nasty tricks on me? No!

Well, wait a minute.

What are you doing?

I'm praying.

If I'm going to go see Jesus, I want him to know I'm coming.

Oh, I thought I heard you.

Yeah.

Recognize your motorcycle.

Took me a minute, but I finally figured out where I'd seen it before.

Next time you should try parking three blocks to the south, 50.

Thanks. Okay.

Want to call police?

What's happening? I saw Conrad make a U -turn.

Hello, Cliff. This is 50 Lockwood. I sent her to prison a few years ago, and

stopped by to say everything's fine and no hard feelings and to have a nice bowl

of chili.