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Keep breathing.

Be sure not to hold your breath.

That's it.

And exhale, into stretch.

Now, slowly drop your left arm,

and bring your right arm over your head.

Feel the stretch in your waist.

That's it.

Other side.

Good.

And the hips.

And pulse, pulse.

Just relax.

Let the tension go.

And four, release.

And tighten.

Release.

Forward.

Keep those hips facing forward.

I don't want you to hurt that back of yours.

And reach. Reach.

Reach.

Good. Don't arch your back. And...

Good. Few more days, and you'll be rid of this tummy.

You're gonna feel like a whole new woman. Now...

Damn you!

Hey.

Hey, girls, girls.

Whoa, whoa.

What the hell's your problem, lady?

What did she say to you, Mrs. Casey?

It's not what she said.

Mrs. Casey,

what's this about you smacking one of my instructors?

My last name is not Casey.

You registered in that name.

I remember because I was the one that checked you in.

My name is Donna Stewart.

I'm Fred Stewart's wife.

Uh, why is that name familiar?

He's one of our major investors.

Mrs. Stewart, what did Christie Huntley do to provoke you?

She didn't have to do anything.

I only came up here to see what she looked like.

When my husband was here,

Christie Huntley had an affair with him.

Is that how you attract investors,

Mr. Berlin?

Mrs. Stewart, I assure you,

if what you're saying is true, I will take steps

to do something about Miss Huntley immediately.

Oh, not on my account.

I'm going to have what passes for dinner here at this place,

go to bed.

First thing in the morning, I'm gone.

Christie?

Oh, my God.

What are you doing?

Charlie, have you seen Ben?

No, no, not since yesterday.

Boy, it's not like him to be late.

Yeah, especially for lunch.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Oh. Are you all right?

The elevator's not working.

We're only two flights up.

You know, you shouldn't be this out of breath

after climbing only two flights of stairs.

I think you should change your eating habits.

You know, maybe start an exercise program.

I just did, walked up two flights of stairs.

Worked up a hell of an appetite too. Want lunch? I'm buying.

No, thanks. Heh-heh.

I got a call this morning from a woman who wants to retain us.

She's accused of killing a fitness instructor.

Probably self-defense.

Mmmm.

Oh...

My husband was one of the original investors

in the Pinewood Spa.

He met Christie Huntley the day he went out there

to check it out as a possible investment.

When did you find out he was involved with her?

A friend of mine was staying there at the time.

She saw them together.

What did you do when you found out?

I told him to pack up and leave.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction

of seeing how much he'd hurt me.

You want him back?

No.

Pinewood's about three hours from here, isn't it?

Mm-hm.

If we leave by 4,

Ben and I could be there for supper.

Does this mean you'll take the case?

Mrs. Stewart, we've handled a lot of murder cases,

and it's been our experience that wronged wives

kill their husbands first and foremost.

They have a very strong case against me.

I know.

Ah. Hi, Ben. You...

Want a doughnut? No, thanks.

You know... Listen to this.

"Made with sugar, water,

"corn syrup, enriched flour, iron,

"ferrous sulfate, thiamine monotrate,

"riboflavin,

"partially hydrogenated animal and/or vegetable shortening.

"Contains one or more of the following:

"soybean oil, cottonseed oil,

"palm oil, beef fat, lard, coconut, sulfite... treated,

"milk, cocoa, gelatin, leavening."

So, what do you think?

I think I'm taking you somewhere.

Where? A health spa.

Hi. Welcome to Pinewood.

Thank you. I'm Ben Matlock.

This is Michelle Thomas.

I called earlier and spoke with Jack Berlin.

Oh, you're the attorneys for Donna Stewart.

That's right. You're Linda Michaels.

Yes. I'm the assistant manager.

Where might I find Jack Berlin?

Well, I believe he's at the pool,

which is straight down the hall. Thank you.

Is one of these computers for your phone system?

Yes. How did you know that?

I hear you got the latest high-tech equipment.

It's state-of-the-art.

How does it work?

Well, it's very simple. Um, you know how phone messages

are normally delivered in most hotels?

Sure. You see the red light flashing on your phone,

you call the front desk, they give you your messages.

Right. Only here, we type it into the computer,

and then you can read it on your own TV screen on Channel 58.

And it also tells you the precise time

in which it was left.

And do you know when someone picks up a message?

As soon as they turn on Channel 58.

It logs it right here.

Mrs. Stewart said that on the night of the murder,

she received a message from Christie Huntley on her TV.

Yeah, I-I know.

Um, after she told the police,

one of the officers had me print out all her messages.

Do you have a copy of that?

Yeah. I sure do.

Let's have a look.

Yeah, right here.

Thanks. I'm afraid, though,

that message is not on there.

Isn't it possible that the computer made a mistake

and logged that particular message

under someone else's room here at Pinewood?

Well, actually, the police had the same question.

And that's why they had me print out all the messages

sent to everyone here for the 24 hours preceding the murder.

But I'm sorry, Miss Thomas. That message was never left.

Unless it was left and then erased.

What are you suggesting?

Oh, I'm not suggesting anything.

Just another possibility.

Uh, Mr...? Mr. Berlin?

Yes. Yeah, Ben Matlock.

I called. I'm sorry.

I was going to meet you at the front desk.

I must've lost track of time.

Oh, that's okay. We were late, anyway.

Construction down around Hastings.

Please, sit down. Thank you.

What can I do for you?

My associate and I would like to talk to you and, uh,

your staff members who were here that night of the murder.

Uh-huh. Of course. But can I just ask you a favor?

If you could do your best to keep a low profile,

I'd appreciate it.

This sort of publicity doesn't do wonders for business.

Oh. Well, we'll only be here a couple of hours.

You're not planning on talking to people tonight?

No?

No. All our guests are in bed, or should be.

Lights out at 8:30.

Oh, 8:30.

There you are. Oh, Michelle.

Uh, this is Michelle Thomas,

my associate. Jack Berlin.

Hello. Um,

we can't talk to anybody tonight,

so I guess we'll have to go to a motel

and come over after breakfast. Oh.

Well, isn't there a place about three miles away?

Shady Acres? They went out of business.

Oh.

I think we have a couple of vacancies.

You'll be our guests.

Oh, no.

T-that'll be lovely. Thank you.

No problem. It'll be our pleasure.

It's right through here.

T... Thanks.

We won't have to sleep on the floor?

No, Ben, this place charges $2500 a week.

You'll have a bed.

Oh.

But he did say we'd be their guests.

Hey!

What are you doing?

I'm taking your clothes for the cleaners, sir.

What are you talking about?

All guests are supposed to wear those.

Good night, sir. I'm sorry if I disturbed you.

Wait a minute!

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

Well, good morning. Don't you look cute.

Some jerk took my suit to the cleaners last night.

I won't get it back until 5:00.

They take everybody's clothes.

Actually, it's better. This way, we blend in.

I'm not sure I want to blend in.

I just want my suit, get the information and go home.

How do we get service?

It's self-service.

Where's the buffet?

Right here.

This is the buffet?

These are herbs.

They're very good for you.

Go ahead, try it.

Go on.

Keep chewing.

Very flavorful, huh?

You're not gonna die from it.

Good morning, everyone.

The sunrise hike will start in five minutes.

Well, you'd better finish up, Ben.

I'm finished.

This hike will be great. We can find out which guests

were here the night of the murder.

You do that. I'll stay here and talk to the staff.

Excuse me, sir. This wing is under construction.

It's off-limits to our guests.

There's a sign right down there.

Oh. I guess I must've missed that.

Are you new here?

Just got in last night. Ben Matlock.

I'm Vince Campbell. I'm the fitness instructor.

Oh. Uh, Mr. Matlock,

I don't remember weighing and measuring you.

Well, I'm not actually a guest.

I'm here on business. I represent Donna Stewart.

Oh. Well, I should still weigh and measure you.

You, uh, look like

you might be carrying a couple of extra pounds.

I do?

Have you had this thing checked lately?

Yes. We have it calibrated every couple of weeks.

Seems like it's weighing a little heavy.

It's not weighing heavy.

Okay, let's get you measured now.

No, that's okay. That's okay.

That's okay. Mr. Mat...

Aren't you just a little bit curious?

Hm.

Um...

it's a shame about Christie Huntley, isn't it?

Yeah.

She sure was some looker.

She was very pretty.

Were you close with her?

Yes, we were close.

Were you lovers?

We were very close, Mr. Matlock,

but Christie Huntley was the type of girl

who preferred men with money.

And I don't exactly fit that category.

A lot of men might resent that, uh, type of woman.

What's your point?

Oh, I don't know. It just looks like I guess that...

she meant more to you

than you meant to her, yeah?

Why are you asking all these questions?

Oh, I don't know.

I guess overweight people have a lot of curiosity.

Okay, we're done here.

Um...

the police say that Christie was drowned

between 9 and 9:30 at night.

That's what they said.

And... And that you discovered Donna Stewart in the pool area

that same night.

That's right.

Well, if the spa closes at 8:30,

what were you doing in there at 9:30?

Mr. Matlock, I work here.

It's part of my responsibility to check on the facility

after everyone's gone to sleep.

Oh, by the way, what I saw that night

was your client with her hands wrapped around Christie's neck.

Come on, everybody. Try and keep up, okay?

You all right?

No.

Are you tired?

Nauseous. Oh.

Well, that's easy to fix.

Ah.

Here.

Eat these.

Heh. What are they?

It's an old backpacker" remedy. Mustard flowers.

They'll cure your nausea.

I'm Michelle Thomas.

Robert Bell.

What brings you to Pinewood, Robert Bell?

Well, believe it or not, I'm thinking of buying

a, uh, 25 percent interest in this place.

You're kidding.

Uh, no.

I figured the best way of assessing

whether this place was everything I heard that it was

would be to put myself through the program.

What are you doing here?

You don't exactly look like you're out of shape.

Well, actually, I'm here on business.

I'm an attorney.

I'm representing a woman who's accused

of murdering Christie Huntley.

A couple of our fellow hikers said they saw you

spend some time with Christie

a few days before she was killed.

She was quite a young woman.

I get the impression you were more than just friends.

Michelle, I'm married.

I understand...

and I don't want to complicate your life,

but I've got a client who's gonna spend

the rest of her life in prison for a murder she didn't commit,

unless I can figure out who framed her.

So if there's anything you can tell me.

Well, there was one thing,

but I'm afraid it may be something

you don't want to hear.

What's that?

On the night that Christie was killed,

I went to her room to surprise her.

And... it was about 9:00.

And when I got to her room, I heard a very loud argument.

I recognized Christie's voice,

but I couldn't make out the other one.

Was it a male or a female voice?

Female.

Swell.

When did you get the news?

I was in the dining room with Jack Berlin in a meeting...

and Linda ran in and told us.

I almost passed out.

Mr. Matlock. That food is only for people who work here.

Now, how do you expect to drop some of that unwanted weight

if you're sneaking in the fridge?

I was more concerned with malnutrition.

Where's your self-discipline?

Now, come on.

Let's go.

Well, Vince Campbell was right.

Christie Huntley sure did set her cap for wealthy men:

Robert Bell, Fred Stewart.

That's two. There could've been more.

Yeah.

I wonder if one of them got jealous?

Could be.

Uh, pass me some thyme, will you?

Yeah.

There you go.

Thank you.

You know, the only one who could've left that message

for Donna was Robert Bell.

And he was with Jack Berlin at the time.

Mm. Doesn't explain the argument Mr. Bell overheard.

No. What's that?

Reindeer milk.

I'll try a little bit of that.

Curious.

You know, there's a new wing here under construction.

I went over there, and Vince Campbell ushered me right out.

Yeah?

Yeah, like he was hiding something.

Well, maybe he just didn't want you getting hurt.

Well, there was no construction work going on.

No workmen at all?

No. No. And Vince Campbell's a fitness instructor.

What was he doing in a construction area?

Hm.

May I cut you some more thyme?

No. No.

I'm stuffed.

Nobody's been here since yesterday.

How do you know?

Well, nothing's been touched.

No? No.

Huh.

Oh.

Have you been upstairs?

No.

Wanna take a peek?

Yeah.

Good morning. Oh. You're just in time.

We're almost out of parsley.

Oh, I see you've made quite an adjustment.

Well, a person has to live.

What's our agenda today?

Well, now, Vince Campbell was wandering around

in that new wing yesterday,

and I'd sure like to find out if he had anything to do

with what happened to us last night.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh. What did you think you were doing last night?

Hi, Mr. Berlin.

There are clearly posted signs

warning guests to stay out of that wing.

Now, you could've been seriously hurt.

Well, that seemed to be the idea.

What do you mean?

Well, how about...

maybe it wasn't an accident?

Well, I find that hard to believe.

I guess you had to be there.

Uh, excuse me.

I've gotta call the office.

Well, anyway, I'm just glad you're all right.

If there's anything more you need, just let me know.

Okay. Mr. Berlin, um, I've been...

I've been meaning to... To ask you something.

Uh... where were you

between 9 and 10 the night Christie Huntley was murdered?

I was in a business meeting.

Oh, that's right. That's right.

With, uh, Robert Bell, wasn't it?

Yes.

Ahem. Did you know he was sleeping with Christie?

No.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Christie liked wealthy men.

Especially if, uh, they were investing with you.

And what are you suggesting?

That I told her to seduce perspective investors?

Well, it would make an investment attractive.

Mr. Matlock, my investors are more sophisticated than that.

Oh, well... Um, what kind of returns

are they getting on their investments?

Well, nothing yet.

We're still in the red.

In the red?

Well, this place is booked solid.

How can you be losing money?

Well, we've only been in business about a year.

We had expensive start-up costs.

And that wing under construction is soaking up money

faster than anyone imagined.

Uh, in time, we'll be fine.

I hope so. I hope so.

It's a nice place.

It's comfortable...

and it's... It's pleasant,

and... there's good food.

And... all the services... It's nice.

Speaking of services, I just left Olga.

She's got an hour free.

Olga?

Our masseuse.

Have you ever had a facial massage?

No.

Oh, you really ought to try one.

Very relaxing.

Yeah?

Now, then...

This will open your pores.

Not bad.

It'll do wonders for your skin.

Mm.

Not to mention your disposition.

Nice hair.

Hm?

You have nice hair.

You have lots of nice qualities yourself.

Relax.

Just relax.

Good.

Good.

Ben?

What are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

Olga's opening my pores.

All right, here's the deal.

Tyler?

Speak softly.

Mm.

What's the deal?

All right, I checked on Donna Stewart's husband, Fred,

like you asked.

He was on an airplane from Los Angeles to Atlanta

at the time of the murder.

He was also shocked and dismayed

to find out that his little friend Christie

was playing the field.

Get me a list of the rest of the investors...

and see which ones were involved with Christie.

Well, go on.

Hm?

Go on.

Hm.

Do that part again.

May I come in?

Of course.

Whoa.

Yeah, well, this is a lot easier than the paperwork.

Oh. Is Pinewood always so busy?

Mm-hm.

Booked solid weeks in advance.

But I don't think you came here to talk about business.

Actually, I did have something more specific in mind.

Like?

Your relationship to Christie Huntley.

Were you friends?

Not really.

We worked together.

I got the feeling Christie liked men a lot more than women.

So?

Did she ever move in on anybody you were interested in?

No.

Were you jealous of her?

Absolutely not.

What exactly are you suggesting?

Linda, on the night Christie was murdered,

she was overheard having a fight in her room with another woman.

Was it you?

Miss Thomas, I did not kill Christie Huntley.

And I was not in her room.

Where were you the night of the murder?

I was out.

With whom?

Alone.

Now, if you don't mind, I... I would like to finish my work.

Oh.

Mrs. Mitchell.

Excuse me.

Well, Vince...

working overtime?

Tsk.

You know, I don't have to explain anything to you.

Mrs. Mitchell's a friend of mine.

Or would've become one if I hadn't interrupted.

Get out.

Better here than in court, Vince.

Look, women come to this spa and stay sometimes for weeks.

They get lonely.

So you set up a little business.

Nobody gets hurt.

Okay, how about your business partner?

I saw Linda bring Mrs. Mitchell up here tonight.

Who else knew what Linda and you were up to?

Christie.

Did Linda have a fight with her in her room

the night she was murdered?

Yes.

Christie threatened to tell Berlin what we were up to

unless we cut her in.

That's a pretty good motive for murder, as motives go.

Look, Linda had a fight with Christie,

but she didn't kill her.

And neither did I.

Oh, hi.

Did you invite anyone else?

This is it.

Uh, hey... Hey, Vince.

Let me ask you a question.

Are all the rooms in this wing finished like this?

Yes.

Well, why?

What do you mean, "why"?

Well, I just wondered

why anybody would close off a... A whole wing like this,

when it can bring in thousands of dollars a day.

You sure I can't cut you something?

No, thank you.

Mm. Mm.

Well... anyway...

when you were in here with Jack Berlin...

did he get out of your sight at any time?

Uh... yes, he did.

He went into the kitchen to, uh, fix himself a snack.

Probably roast beef on rye.

Was he gone long?

Oh, I don't know.

Um... couple of minutes.

Um, I really don't remember.

But you were sitting here.

Right here.

Well, when he came back...

Pretend I'm Jack Berlin.

When he came back from the kitchen...

Now, think back.

Did you notice anything different about him?

Uh, no. I don't think so.

Did he... seem nervous?

N... Not noticeably, no.

Did he have on anything different?

No.

Clothes wet?

No. I think I'd, uh, remember that.

Yeah.

Well... I'm interested in anything...

that was different about Jack Berlin.

Anything at all.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

There was something.

Glasses.

He was wearing glasses.

I think I even said something to him about it.

Hm.

I do.

Mr. Berlin...

that's a very fine spa you run out there.

Why, thank you.

I lost a little weight myself.

Well, congratulations.

A little bit. Little bit.

I imagine there are a lot of people

who would love to spend a week or two at your spa.

Well, we're working very hard to build up a clientele.

And... And I bet when you... When you finish construction

and open that new wing, you'll just make money hand over fist.

That would be the idea.

Yeah. I've, um...

I've got a little confession to make.

While I was at Pinewood,

curiosity got the upper hand with me,

and I sneaked into that wing and looked around.

Now, what I don't understand

is that room after room

after room after room...

were all finished and ready to go.

Carpet, drapes.

Each one of 'em could've passed the white glove test.

Why aren't you using them?

Well, the heating and the air conditioning isn't hooked up.

Uh, neither is the plumbing.

Now, I can subpoena the construction workers

who have finished their jobs if I have to.

It wasn't my intention to misstate the facts.

It's just that the truth is a little embarrassing.

Now, if you will recall, uh,

we had a conversation in which I did tell you

that, uh...

Pinewood has a substantial cash-flow problem.

Fact of the matter is...

we just can't afford to open those rooms.

Can't afford it.

'Cause of cash flow.

Do you know the names of all your investors?

Of course.

Would you tell the court...

how much of Pinewood each of your investors owns?

Well, that would be difficult for me

without consulting my files.

Maybe I can help.

All nine of your investors are in the courtroom.

Maybe you didn't see them behind the other people.

Gentlemen...

as I read your names, please stand.

Dennis Carter, 25 percent.

Norman Maxwell, 15 percent.

Fred Stewart, 25 percent.

Alan Lane, 20 percent.

Kevin Bryant, 25 percent.

William Westerfield, 15 percent.

Michael Saunders, 25 percent.

Donald Gilbert, 25 percent.

Jeffrey Michaelson, 20 percent.

These nine men... own 195 percent

of Pinewood.

And that doesn't include your share.

Thank you, gentlemen.

That's a...

A pretty bizarre scheme.

Selling off 195 percent.

Surely you had to know that sooner or later,

at least one of these men

would figure out what you were doing.

Excuse me for saying, but that was pretty dumb.

Objection. Mr. Matlock seems to be making his summation.

Sustained.

You never intended to, uh...

open that wing, did you?

Of course I did.

You intended to use construction delays

to drive Pinewood to financial ruin.

And you intended to conceal the fact

that you oversold the spa,

and divert that cash flow to your own pocket.

That's ridiculous.

I think you did that.

And I think Christie Huntley was, let's say...

part of your scheme.

She was a natural girl.

She liked fellas.

She especially liked fellas with money.

She had intimate relations...

with five of your investors.

And let's put it this way: with your blessings.

Those five own 120 percent of Pinewood,

and she wanted her share of your cash flow.

She was blackmailing you, wasn't she?

No.

Your Honor, is Mr. Matlock just telling a story

or can he prove some relevance?

Mr. Matlock?

Well... let's try this for relevance:

Between... 9 and 10 the night of the murder,

you were in the dining room at a meeting with Robert Bell.

Is that your story?

That's the truth.

But at a certain point, you left that meeting, didn't you?

Yes, uh, for a couple of minutes.

Why?

Well, I went into the kitchen to fix a salad.

But I went right back to the meeting.

You know, those are nice glasses.

Uh, ahem, how long have you had 'em?

A couple of years, I guess.

A couple of years.

I know you were wearing glasses

the whole time I was at Pinewood.

How about... before then?

I don't know.

Sometimes.

Sometimes I wore contact lenses.

We've interviewed...

every employee at Pinewood we could find,

and none of them ever saw you wearing glasses

before the night of the murder.

Well, that's entirely possible. Uh...

I lost a contact lens.

Oh, you lost one.

Yes, but, uh...

I can't remember exactly when.

I think I know when.

Sometime before 9... that night...

you arranged for Christie Huntley...

to be in the area by the pool.

And when you left your meeting with Robert Bell,

you didn't just go to the kitchen.

I gotta hand it to you, you made some time.

You went to the pool, found Christie Huntley,

killed her.

But in the struggle, you lost your contact lens.

Then you had to go to your room, take out the other lens,

put on your glasses before you returned to Mr. Bell.

This is nonsense.

Linda Michaels... has testified...

that this computer printout

shows every phone message sent or received

in every room at Pinewood the night of the murder.

The message my client claims

she received is not here.

I think it was erased.

Here's your room.

There was a message sent from your room at 8:46.

That could be a message that went to my client.

Here's a message picked up

in your room at 9:29.

Isn't that supposed to be

when you had your meeting in the dining room

with Mr. Bell?

I was.

I was in the dining room.

Tell me, how did it feel when you saw that...

message light flashing on your phone?

Was it nerves or habit...

that made you turn on the television,

pick up that message?

See, that was the mistake.

That proves you were in your room at 9:29.

You had to go to your room...

get your glasses.

Your meeting with Robert Bell involved paperwork.

You couldn't read with just one lens.

Mr. Bell would've noticed that.

I'm holding in my hand...

a contact lens.

What if I told you...

this contact lens was found

by the side of the pool at Pinewood?

What if I told you...

this contact lens is for a person

with a 20/200 vision?

What's the vision in your right eye?

Isn't it true your vision is 20/200?

Isn't it true...

that you lost this contact lens...

by the pool at Pinewood...

when you killed Christie Huntley?

Mr. Berlin...

isn't it true that this lens is yours?

Nothing further, Your Honor.

What is the verdict?

We find the defendant not guilty.

Thank you.

Court is adjourned.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

We did it.

Congratulations. We did it. Oh.

Donna.

Well, congratulations. Oh, thank you.

Talk about the proverbial needle in the haystack.

How you found a contact lens boggles the mind.

Well, just lucky.

Hm-hm.

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