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I'm sorry.

Can you tell me again

which coins you think my husband would like?

Well, judging from what I know of his collection,

it would either be this,

which is $569, uh...

or this, uh... which is $529.

Oh.

They're both beautiful.

Damn, this is hard.

Uh, Mrs. Hansfield, I have to step out for a moment.

Uh, when you've made up your mind,

Rob there will take care of you.

Just take your time.

Hmm...

I can't stand this another minute.

Look after her while I grab some lunch, will you?

No problem.

If you have any questions,

just let me know.

Sure.

I can't decide.

Do you sell gift certificates?

Not ordinarily, no.

Maybe I should just ask him which coin he'd like.

Ah, hell, maybe I'll just buy him a tie.

Tell Mr. Koskoff thanks anyway, okay?

Certainly.

He took a coin out of the safe and put it in his raincoat.

You sure?

Left-hand pocket.

Follow him. I don't want him to leave town

till he gives back every coin he's taken from me.

You got it.

That was fast.

I lost my appetite.

Get up.

356 items in the inventory.

There were 357 this morning.

I made a sale.

That, uh, Hansfield lady who was just here. Oh...

you liar.

Here it is in your coat pocket.

This coin is worth more than $5,000.

I know who Mr. Stryker is, Rob,

the guy who keeps calling you.

I listened last night.

He's your bookie.

Every time you owe him some money,

you steal a coin from the shop.

Isn't that right? Hey, Michael...

I went over the invoices last night.

There's 11 coins, Rob.

That's nearly $40,000 worth missing.

It wasn't me, I-I swear it.

I want them back.

I want every single coin

you stole from me back.

They're gone, all of 'em.

Then I want the money!

I want $40,000.

Do you hear me? Forty...

He can't breathe, Mr. K.

I... I don't have it.

Then get it, or I'm going to call the police!

You underst-understand?

I'm not going to be... ruined by a,

by a piece of garbage like you.

I want that money by Thursday.

You understand me?

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9:53... Rob Casey went

to House Call Car Service, met with the owner, Mitchell Sands.

A bitter argument ensued.

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11:30... I followed Casey to Vid-Proof off West Third.

He met with Jeffrey Barr.

A bitter argument ensued.

12:22... Casey went directly

to the suburban residence of one Nancy Proctor.

I checked her mailbox.

Another argument ensued.

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The next day, it rained.

2:24... I followed Rob Casey

to the far west end of Stryker Park.

He stumbled around in the underbush,

finally found the tree he was looking for,

and dug up what appears to be a strongbox.

Then he set up a camera on a tripod

and took pictures of himself with the box.

4:42... The rain finally stopped.

Casey ran a red light back into town.

He went to a one-hour photo shop

and spent 50 minutes inside.

5:22... Casey went directly to the post office,

where he carried some sort of case inside.

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5:45... Casey has returned to his residence.

He carried the case inside.

I'll be home soon, sweetheart.

Oh, dinner's in the refrigerator.

Mm-hmm.

And honey, give Mrs. Waverly a break.

Your ghost stories scare her.

I love you, too, Davey.

Bye-bye.

Open up in there!

What's going on?

Anybody here?

Hello?

Hey.

Mr. Koskoff. Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Bob Brooks, Atlanta Police Department.

I'd like to ask you some questions.

What about?

A man Rob Casey was shot and killed

yesterday evening.

I understand he'd worked for you.

Yes. Yes, he did.

Well, evidently, you and he had a fight yesterday?

He was stealing from me.

Ah. Mr. Casey was shot about 6:15.

Where were you then?

Y-You think I killed him.

How could I get my money back if I killed him?

Where were you?

Well, I...

About 5:00 yesterday afternoon I...

I got a phone call from a man

who said he had some rare coins to sell,

and he wanted me to come to his home at 7:00.

Can you give me the man's name?

No, I can't.

The address was out in Decatur, and-and when I got out there

all I found was an empty house with a "for sale" sign in front.

Excuse me.

Mr. Koskoff,

we found this gun in a Dumpster down the block.

Have you ever seen it before?

Ballistics says the gun was the murder weapon and it's yours.

Look, the last time I saw it,

it was on a shelf in my closet.

How long ago was that?

Oh, weeks, months.

I don't know. Hmm.

This victim... this, uh, Rob Casey...

Did he steal any early American coins?

Mmm, sometimes.

Not the 1804 Silver Dollar.

No. That's still in the case.

I found

an 1850 Liberty Seated Silver Dollar

over in Athens

about a month ago just in fair condition.

When you were in, uh, Decatur

looking at those coins, did anybody see you?

Well, of course not.

I... Oh, yeah.

I guess that was the idea, wasn't it?

Uh, the police say

the woman who found the body works for you.

Uh, Hansfield.

She's a private investigator.

What was she doing at his house?

She was following him.

I wanted to make sure he didn't leave town.

Ben... whenever you've been in my shop

I've always been honest with you.

Well, now, I'm in your shop.

What's gonna happen to me?

I don't know.

The murder weapon belongs to you.

A witness saw you strangling the victim

the day of the murder.

You have no alibi.

Take my case.

Please.

Well, Michael, my fee is, uh, you know...

The 1804 Silver Dollar is yours.

I'll throw in the 1836 Gold Brick Proof.

Give me the Liberty Seateds through 1851, you got a deal.

I'm not gonna sell 'em. You can come see 'em.

All right.

Well... look at it this way, Michael.

You just got 100 grand worth of legal services for $13.

Come in.

Hello. Hello.

Uh, are you Linda Hansfield?

Yes.

Mr. Matlock, I've been expecting you.

Is that right?

Yes, I heard you were representing Mr. Koskoff.

I thought you'd want to talk to me.

Oh.

Would, would you like some coffee?

It's fresh. No thanks.

Well, have a seat then.

All right, thank you.

Uh, Michael... Uh, Mr. Koskoff... uh,

said that you had been following...

Rob Casey.

I was.

Well, then, I guess you,

as well as... Or maybe better... than anyone,

would know how he spent the last two days of his life.

I have a detailed account of where he was and...

who he was with right here.

Uh, uh... could I look at it?

I'll tell you what.

I'll make you a copy.

Oh, that'd be terrific.

One condition.

What's that?

Mr. Matlock, as you might expect,

it's tough being a woman in this business.

Hmm...

That's my boy.

He's a fine-looking boy.

Thanks.

I'm proud of him.

He's proud of me, too.

Thinks his mom has a really neat job.

But usually,

the only reason I get hired is because somebody needs

an investigator fast, and I'm the only one available.

You know what I need?

Credibility.

The kind I'd undoubtedly get if, say, I were to spearhead

a murder investigation for a famous criminal attorney.

I... I have an investigator.

Oh.

I have the notebook.

What if it's worthless?

What if it's not?

Rob Casey talked to three people

after he left Mr. Koskoff's coin shop.

Just three people.

24 hours later, he was dead.

Their names are right here.

This is blackmail.

I know.

I must have missed the killer by seconds.

Hmm.

You could've gotten killed yourself.

I had my gun.

Huh.

This the way whoever it was came in?

Had to be.

I was watching the front door the whole time.

Back door was locked.

Huh.

What do you think?

I think Rob Casey knew his killer

well enough to let him in, don't you?

Yeah.

Hmm.

That's nice.

Hmm.

What do you got?

His camera.

Shutter's set for delayed release.

Oh.

Those are the people he talked to the day before.

And those are their addresses.

Oh. Oh.

Looks like he was gonna send the same three pictures

to all of them.

This what he was wearing when you followed him in the woods?

Yeah.

I followed him to this photo lab.

Yo!

I would've got here sooner, but I got stuck in traffic.

There's a big pileup over on Pine and Whitney.

Hi.

Hi. Do Pine and Whitney intersect?

Maybe it was Pike and Whitney.

Uh, Tyler, this is Linda Hansfield.

Linda, Tyler Hudson.

Hi, again.

Hello. MATLOCK: Uh, well,

keep looking, see if you come up with anything else.

I've got to go to Mr. Koskoff's arraignment.

Uh, fill in Tyler where we are and get acquainted.

So are you a friend of Michelle's?

No, I work here.

Mm. What do you do?

I'm a private investigator.

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May I help you?

I'm looking for Mitchell Sands.

Just a minute.

Mitch.

I'm Mitchell Sands.

You own this place?

Yes.

It's amazing.

I have never seen a repair shop where you can eat off the floor.

Well, like the sign says, we make house calls.

Something goes wrong with your car,

we go to your house and fix it.

Uh, does your car need repairing, Mr...

Oh, Tyler Hudson.

No, no, my car is fine.

I wanted to ask you about Rob Casey.

You know, the gentleman that you were seen talking to

out front a couple days ago.

I've never seen this man before.

No, I've never heard of Rob Casey.

Hmm.

Then why do you suppose

he was going to send you these pictures?

I haven't the foggiest.

Ms. Proctor... Missus. I'm divorced.

Yeah.

Well, happens to the best of us, uh...

Mrs. Proctor, Rob Casey was here

in this house talking to you less than a week ago.

I saw him with my own eyes.

That's just not possible.

Mom!

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Adam, Adam...

Her brother's picking on her again.

Anyway, uh, sorry.

Well, here, come sit down.

Thank you.

Uh, now, where were we?

Oh, um,

do you know a Mitchell Sands or a Jeffrey Barr?

No.

Would you mind taking a look at this picture again?

I don't know him.

Friend, I can look

at that picture all day, it's not gonna change anything.

I don't know this guy.

Well, just one more question.

How can you stand working in this place?

Do you sell surveillance cameras?

State-of-the-art security systems.

We provide for our commercial and residential clients...

Banks, jewelers, uh, import-export.

The list is endless.

As well as the private homeowner.

Wait, you put cameras in people's houses?

Only if they don't trust their relatives.

Oh, I see.

You tape the contents of homes and businesses.

In case they ever are burglarized,

they'll have a hard copy record of their possessions

for insurance purposes.

Exactly.

That's a great idea.

Well, I'm sorry I can't help.

Thanks, anyway.

Just one more question.

Sure.

Where were you last Wednesday evening, about 7:00 p.m.?

Well, let's see here. Mon...

Monday, Tuesday, uh, Wednesday.

I was with Mr. And Mrs. Lionel Dorfman,

videotaping the contents of their four-bedroom home.

Okay.

We got a major, major problem.

No kidding. PROCTOR: Should have known better

than to put Rob Casey in charge of getting rid

of that stuff. How the hell were

we supposed to know he'd use it for blackmail?

All right, what are we gonna do?

There's only one thing we can do.

What?

We find it and get rid of it.

Now, he had to have stashed the stuff somewhere.

All right, but what about this lawyer

and these-these flunkies he's got sniffing around?

We know what we're looking for.

They don't.

You know Bob Brooks?

I know who he is... a detective.

Yeah. He gave me this key.

Wanted to know what I was looking for.

Did you tell him?

No.

You don't know, do you?

No.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, whatever it was, somebody beat us to it.

Yeah.

Right here.

We got to get out of here!

What?

Gas! How's that?

Come on!

Don't go in there!

What's going on? Gas!

Wait!

What did you say?

I said gas.

Gas.

Ooh...

Uh, Ben's hung up giving a statement.

He'll be back after a while.

Ah. You mean the house just blew right up?

Yeah.

It was a good show.

Antiseptic?

Thanks.

Do you know Mitchell Sands?

Car repair.

Well, he's very reluctant to talk.

Uh, claims he was stepping out on his wife

the night of the murder.

But the dame he was supposed to be with

was in Bermuda at the time.

And all these corporate accounts that he's supposed to have...

None of the companies have heard of him.

So, how does he stay in business?

You tell me.

I'll pick up my son at the school,

and I'll drop him off at the sitter's.

I'll stop by Mr. Sands'.

I'll handle that.

It'll be very simple for me.

No simpler than for me.

I have a car and everything.

I didn't mean to step on your toes.

You didn't. I jumped out of the way.

May I make a suggestion?

Why don't both of you go?

Together, you know as a team?

After you.

Okay, let's go, short stuff.

What's your name again?

Tyler.

Do you work for my mom?

Not exactly.

Mr. Hudson and I are working together, honey.

Sort of.

Okay, here we are.

Now, I won't be picking you up until after dinner tonight.

Mommy's working.

Okay, Mommy. I love you.

I love you, too.

Big hug. Oh!

Oh, and don't forget to take your medicine, okay?

Okay. Okay. Bye-bye.

Bye.

Mrs. Waverly, my mom's got another guy working for her.

Ooh. Come in.

So, what do you think?

About what?

About the case.

Well, the deceased needed a lot of money in a hurry,

and he went to some people and tried to get it from them.

Mitchell Sands, Nancy Proctor, Jeffrey Barr.

Right.

And they all turned him down.

And then he went out and took those weird pictures

to try to force the money out of them.

Blackmail.

Ah, yes, a subject with which I understand

you are extremely familiar.

Now, listen, Tyler, I'm here, and I'm staying,

so get used to it.

I'm not proud of the way I got this job,

but I'd be a fool not to take advantage of this...

Oh, you have taken advantage of it, all right.

Damn right! This is a tough business.

You think I get to tell my kid I go to work every day?

Try once a week, if I'm lucky.

That's right. Bring up the kid.

What's that?

Nothing. Just turn around.

I thought we were gonna go see Sands.

Turn around. Why?

I have to make a stop... alone.

Some personal business.

You stay in the car.

You understand?

No problem.

Hmm.

Ben, I work alone.

Oh. Linda giving you trouble?

Not trouble, exactly.

Well, what is it, exactly?

Well, it just... Just what?

It just galls me the way she got this job.

Oh.

Yeah, it galled me a little at first, too,

but you got to hand it to her.

She-she saw what she wanted, and she went for it.

Either one of us would have done the same thing.

Well, I suppose.

Well, what's the trouble?

Well, she's got a kid.

I know it.

And he thinks I work for her.

If anything happens to her, that kid's an orphan.

Now I am trying to conduct an investigation here,

and I got to look after some kid's mother?

Well, nobody was looking after Linda before us.

I'm sure she can take care of herself.

I work alone.

Tyler, I know we'd all like things to be the way

they've always been, but sometimes they're just not.

Now, I made a deal with this girl

for the information she had.

And the deal is a job on this case.

I don't know what else to tell you.

How dare you walk in here

and make an accusation like that.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

I'm just stating the facts. Get out of here.

Your alibi doesn't wash, and your company here's a fraud.

Get out of here.

You can explain here or in court.

I said get the hell out of here!

Now!

You got trouble, fella.

Sands.

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Whoa!

Can you make that out right there?

Well, it looks like some kind of a label,

but it's not, it's too small to read.

Too small. I'd have to blow it up bigger.

These pictures of these guns and whatever this is,

those three people Rob Casey knew

had to be real interested in this stuff.

I bet whoever blew up his house is looking for this box.

Which one of you is Ben Matlocks?

Uh, I'm Ben Matlock.

Mr. Matlocks and I need to talk in private.

Uh, hey, you can't come in here and just tell people that...

Say good-bye, Mr. Matlocks.

Michael, I'll see you later.

My name is Matlock... Ck-ck-ck-ck-ck!

My employer wants to see you, Mr. Matlocks.

Mr. Matlock, Dom Vincent. Pleased to meet ya.

Dom Vincent? Not the, uh...?

Yes.

I'm surprised we haven't met before.

I'm not.

You defend murderers.

Me, I'm just a businessman.

Oh.

You play?

Uh, no, I never got the hang of it.

How about a little gentleman's wager, say, $50 that I can

birdie this hole?

What do you say?

Oh, I don't...

I don't believe I got $50 on me.

Don't worry about it.

I'll lend it to you.

Excuse me.

I...

believe it went in that-that little...

No... bunch of trees right there, just...

I think I kinda caught the edge of the fairway

right out there.

Check it out.

Mr. Matlock and I are gonna walk. Come on.

My people

are detaining someone we caught trespassing on my property yesterday.

He says his name is Tyler Hudson.

Yeah, he works for me.

I don't know what's he's doing... doing on your property,

but if somebody found him there,

I'm sure he had good reason.

He also states he was following someone you think

was involved in a murder.

Oh... probably Mitchell Sands and Jeffrey Barr.

Now what makes you think that Mitchell was involved in a murder?

Well, I don't know.

For one thing, he lied about his alibi.

Hey, Dom, you were right.

It's right here. Great shot.

Excuse me. Eight iron.

It went in that pond over there.

Think so? I lost it in the sun.

Yeah... Think it went that way.

Check it out.

Mr. Matlock...

there's something that you should know about Mitchell Sands.

Mitch and I do business together.

He fix your cars?

Occasionally.

I don't understand.

How does he do it when none of his trucks

ever, ever leave his garage?

Diversification.

The major part of Mitch's cash flow is derived

from sources outside of his auto repair business.

That doesn't make any sense.

No?

Hey, Dom?

Hell of a shot! You're hot today, huh?

Give me my putter.

All right.

Uh, Mitchell Sands' alibi?

I'm putting.

Yeah!

All right.

Mitch has an alibi.

I prefer not to go into details,

but you have my word on it as a gentleman.

Thank you, Mr. Matlock.

Hi.

Arsonist report's in on Rob Casey's house.

They say it was an accident.

Yeah or top-of-the-line arsonist.

Okay, one portable safe made by the Century Safe Company

and identical to the one Rob Casey dug up.

Hmm.

You know, they sell these things to everybody:

banks, motels, hotels, pawnshops, museums.

We have to find that one.

Maybe somewhere in Linda's notes.

You know, if someone else is looking for that safe,

they may try to get Linda's notes.

Busy.

I'm sorry. Your husband, Rob Casey, does have

a P.O. box here, but I'm afraid I can't open it for you.

Why not?

Federal law.

Your name's not on the application.

It should be.

Can I see that?

Thanks, anyway.

Sorry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hi. On the 17th of this month,

a fellow by the name of Rob Casey came in here.

Now, does he have a post office box or something here?

As a matter of fact, he does.

What's the number?

I'm sorry. I can't give out that information,

but Mrs. Casey's just leaving.

If you hurry up and catch her, she might be able to help you.

Mrs. Casey?!

Shoot.

After he re-entered the coin shop,

what did the defendant do?

He sort of pushed Mr. Casey.

He pushed him?

Yes.

Hard?

Yes.

Would you say that the, uh, defendant was angry?

He was very angry.

Then what did he do?

He tried to strangle him.

My friend down at the DMV tells me that the car that I saw

at the post office belongs to Nancy Proctor.

He was so angry, he tried to...

So I guess our friends have gotten ahold of Linda's notebook.

I had to pull Mr. Koskoff off.

Have you found her yet? No.

Thank you, Mr. Davis. That's all. You want me to check her office?

No, the prosecution subpoenaed her.

She should be here any minute.

Okay.

Mr. Matlock, do you wish to cross?

No questions, Your Honor.

The witness may step down.

Call the next witness, please.

I call Ms., uh, Linda Hansfield to the stand.

What does he want with her?

He's gonna use her

to establish the exact time of death.

You don't have an alibi.

About how far away from Mr. Casey's house were you parked?

About 30 yards or so.

So Mr. Casey was inside and you were outside.

What happened?

At exactly 6:12, I heard two shots fired

inside Mr. Casey's house.

I investigated immediately.

The front door was locked, so I ran around to the back door

which was wide open.

And what did you do?

I entered and saw Mr. Casey on the living room floor.

He was dead.

Then what did you do?

Then I thought I heard a car starting up

in the alley out back, so I ran around to look.

And what did you see?

I saw the defendant, Michael Koskoff, driving away.

You're certain that it was Michael Koskoff?

I'm positive.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Do you wish to cross, Mr. Matlock?

You're damn right, I do.

Mr. Matlock!

What?!

Watch your language.

I'm sorry, Your Honor. Yes, I wish to cross.

What's your name, again?

Linda Hansfield.

The same Linda Hansfield

who gave a long, detailed statement to the police

the night she found Rob Casey murdered in his living room?

Yes.

And in that statement

you said nothing about hearing a car or going back outside

or seeing the defendant drive away.

Why is that, Ms. Hansfield?

Did you think it wasn't important?

Did you forget?

Did it just suddenly come to you?

Objection, Your Honor. Somebody got to you. Who was it?

Mr. Matlock is badgering the witness.

Who got to you, Linda?! Objection, Your Honor!

I know what I saw!

I know what I saw.