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We're here at the grand Atlanta home

of Cynthia Slayton,

best-selling author of such steamy novels

as The Sex Machine, Wives and Lovers

and The Queen of Love.

Who would have thought that the writer of these torrid tales

is really an old-fashioned homebody?

Carolyn, so nice to see you.

Hi.

Oh, what beautiful orchids.

You certainly have a green thumb.

Well, thank you.

My husband Phillip and I have spent many a romantic evening

in this garden.

Your husband Phillip Slayton

is also your business manager.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Phillip gave up a brilliant career as a stockbroker

to devote himself full-time to me.

Not many men would do that, Cynthia.

Well, Phillip is one of a kind.

We'd love to meet your Phillip.

Phillip, come on in.

Hello, darling.

You look lovely. Thank you.

It's so nice that you could join us.

Welcome to our home. Thank you.

I'm sure there's one thing that our audience is dying to know.

Just what's it like to be married to the most glamorous

novelist of our time?

Endlessly exciting.

A woman of infinite variety.

Darling.

Now you know the source of my love stories.

And so, it's true after all.

Art does imitate life.

I could be writing on a notepad if you like.

Good idea.

You're making my job easy.

Carolyn, I have been a fan of yours for years.

I'm just thrilled that you wanted to interview me.

Well, the pleasure is mine.

Thank you, Evelyn.

Well, I think we're ready.

Cynthia.

Hello, Carolyn. It's so nice to see you.

What a beautiful home you have.

Thank you. We've been very happy here.

There's one more thing our viewers, I know,

are dying to find out.

Just how does a refined lady like yourself

know all about the things you write about in your books?

Flaubert was once asked that same question.

And he replied that an artist must lead an ordinary life

in order to imagine the extraordinary.

We've enjoyed our visit with you, Cynthia.

You're ever bit as charming and gracious

as your heroines. Thank you.

And now to our viewers.

Good night from the home of Cynthia Slayton.

Until next time, this is Carolyn Worzin.

Thank you so much, Carolyn.

No, thank you, Cynthia. It was fabulous.

Bye-bye. Bye.

That little lizard.

What does she mean, how do I write things?

How am I supposed to answer that?

And you were no help.

"A woman of infinite variety."

What am I, assorted nuts?

If you say so, darling.

Can I get you anything?

I just want to be left alone.

This whole thing has been a nightmare!

You should have seen your sister's interview.

I hear Cynthia was charming for almost an hour.

That's a record.

She asked me to schedule the magazine

for a photo layout this afternoon.

You think she's up to it?

We'll find out.

Hello, everyone.

Where's Cynthia?

Elizabeth, you have no idea what it was like.

The woman is a Madame Defarge of the first order.

First she was begging me

to do her shabby little television show...

And it's a local show, mind you...

And then she tried to humiliate me.

I feel wretched.

Well, we'll just do the photo layout some other time.

Oh, you're a dream. Thank you, sweetheart.

What are you looking at?

I'm not dead, just distressed.

Oh, personally, I never miss a bravura performance.

Joanna my pet,

why don't you find a man who likes boring women

and then get married.

You're beginning to wear on my nerves.

What doesn't, : Cynthia?

How can you treat her that way

after what she did for you?

So she took care of me for a couple of months

after I had back surgery.

The surroundings aren't exactly uncomfortable.

I noticed she stayed.

She gave up a promising career for you.

She doesn't have what it takes to be a model.

And I've always treated her badly; she expects it.

Oh, dear, is Nefertiti in here, Mrs. Slayton?

How the hell should I know?

Well, don't just stand there, go look for her.

Phillip, did you get my allergy pills

from the drugstore?

They're in the master suite bathroom,

but it's not her prescription.

An allergy's an allergy, for God's sake.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll be back in a minute.

What are you looking so anxious about?

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, it's just been sort of an awkward day.

I expect my personal secretaries

to be composed and efficient at all times.

If there is any falling apart to be done,

I will do it.

It's all right, Evelyn.

None of us could get through the day without you.

Now what?

She's dead.

Hello, Miss March.

Hi. How are you?

Julie, I have been looking all over for you.

You've got to get a phone in your car.

That's the only place I get any peace.

What's the rush?

The Elizabeth Lyle murder.

You haven't heard about it?

No.

Don't you have a radio in your car either?

It is a great case.

Murder by mistake.

He was trying to kill his wife.

Cynthia Slayton no less.

Dave, I know Phillip Slayton.

Good.

That'll give you a head start.

You got the case.

I've already handled the plea and the arraignment.

It's all in there.

But I can't prosecute him.

He's a friend of mine.

Hey, don't tell me.

Tell the boss.

He makes the assignments.

I will. Where is he?

He's gone.

Till Tuesday.

Where?

I don't know.

He doesn't have a phone in his car either.

Look, don't get upset.

When he gets back, just tell him,

He'll reassign it to somebody else.

Bye.

Julie.

Hello, Phillip.

You're here in your official capacity?

No, no.

I'm here as a friend.

You know I'm not a murderer.

Oh, Phillip, I-I can't discuss the case.

I just came by to see if you were all right.

All I did was pick up the pills at that drugstore.

I had no idea there was anything wrong with them. Please.

You shouldn't discuss this without your lawyer's consent.

My lawyer.

He says it's transferred intent.

What with the big insurance policy on Cynthia.

He wants me to plead guilty to a reduced charge...

Manslaughter.

Who's your lawyer?

Malcolm Parks.

What I need is a criminal lawyer.

Is there anybody you'd recommend?

Julie, I just couldn't possibly.

But you could get a continuance.

But I'm due in Texas

to get that honorary degree from Braddock University.

Then there's the Thruble case.

I didn't even know you went to Braddock University. I-I didn't.

But they've been after me for two years

to do this graduation speech, and I got tired of saying no.

Well, it's a wonderful honor, Ben, wonderful.

But Phillip Slayton is innocent.

I know it.

I appreciate how you feel about your friend,

and I'm sure he must be... He's got a lawyer!

A lawyer who's ready to sell him out, Ben.

Damn!

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

I mean, wrong.

I'm not having my tonsils out or my wisdom teeth pulled.

How about warts?

Look, all of my electricity is out,

and my water isn't running!

Well, it runs a little, but mostly it just hisses.

Well, why don't you call an electrician or plumber?

I did just before my phone went out.

Oh, that must be my cab.

Ben, what should I do?

I can't just stand by and let him get convicted. Well, Julie,

you can still be the DA on the case

till court convenes on Monday.

You can question witnesses

and you can investigate the case

and you know where I am, you can call me

if I can be any help and, and bye.

Thank you.

Bye! Bye.

Hey, Ben, can I stay here until everything is fixed?

Thanks, pal.

Listen, if I could be of any help, you know,

I've read all of Cynthia Slayton's books.

Well... Let me put it to you this way.

If they gave college credit for Cynthia Slayton,

I'd be a PhD!

I wish this case were a Cynthia Slayton book.

At least there'd be a happy ending.

I bailed him out.

Then you're going to stand by Phillip?

Well, my readers expect it.

Picture this.

Glamorous...

best-selling author arrives

at the filthiest police station you've ever seen

to bail out the husband accused

of trying to murder her.

It's a fabulous scene.

Or it would have been if Phillip hadn't messed up the big kiss.

Cynthia never misses a photo opportunity.

She arrived with a dozen reporters and...

flung herself at me dramatically.

And you missed my mouth completely.

Tomorrow the tabloids are going to be running a picture

of Phillip kissing my earring.

Well, anyway, I'm glad you're home, Phillip.

Thank you.

So am I.

So, you're here to help Phillip?

Yes, if I can.

Well, go ahead,

teach Phillip how to impress a jury.

I think the best way to help Phillip

is to find out who tried to kill you.

Well, it wasn't Phillip.

Murder is an act of passionate anger.

Look at him.

The best he can muster is mild dismay.

Cynthia gets excited now for both of us.

So you believe Phillip is innocent,

even though he has a substantial insurance policy on your life?

You mean a million dollars?

Should've been $20 million or $50 million.

Phillip thinks small.

Most people would consider a million dollars motive.

I'm not most people.

I'll vouch for that.

Isn't Phillip your sole heir?

Yes, and I am his, although what I would inherit from Phillip

probably wouldn't keep me in fake fingernails.

Are you trying to convict him?

I'm just asking the questions

the D.A.'s going to ask in court.

And I am getting tired of answering them,

so why don't you go talk to Evelyn and Joanna,

and I will change for lunch.

Phillip, you're coming with me, so wear the blue suit.

Sweetheart, would you mind going without me?

I'm expecting a long-distance call.

If it's business.

Just a minute.

One more question.

Wasn't the deceased your best friend?

Elizabeth?

I'll miss her.

'Course, she had popcorn for brains,

but we all adored her, didn't we, Philip?

She was a very nice woman.

Nice?

What an epitaph.

Who's Joanna?

My sister-in-law.

I believe she's having a tennis lesson.

Good one.

Keep that racket up, now.

That's right.

Right to me. Good.

Nice and easy.

There you go.

Whoa! Enough, enough!

Hey!

All right, all right.

Ah, thanks.

Let's do it again.

See you Thursday. Okay.

Hello.

I'm Julie March.

Welcome to Oz... You've met the witch?

You mean your sister, Cynthia?

Who else?

So...

Phillip tells me you're a district attorney?

Yeah.

Are you prosecuting his case?

Oh, no, I'm just trying to find out what happened.

Do you know anybody who might want to kill Cynthia?

The line forms to the right and extends to Alaska.

Why is that?

She humiliates people.

She digs for their secrets and then exposes them in her books.

Oh, she's ruthless. Has she ever written

about you?

No, thank you.

Of course.

I'm usually the, um...

loyal but boring friend of the heroine.

And you resent that?

I don't take it personally.

She treats everyone badly.

Does that include Phillip?

The night Elizabeth died,

Phillip objected to her taking Cynthia's pills,

and Cynthia completely ignored him.

No, she treats him with contempt.

It sounds like Cynthia's success hasn't made her very happy.

You don't want to cross her, Miss March.

You know,

I don't understand.

If Cynthia is so unpleasant,

why do you still live here?

She needs me.

All of her so-called friends only love her success.

I knew her when she was nobody, and, uh...

You love her.

She's my sister.

I suppose

I still love her.

I just wish I liked her.

Excuse me, I'm gonna take a shower.

You've got to give me more time.

There's been a murder... This place is a zoo.

Don't threaten me.

I'm doing my best.

Yes. That's ten for dinner.

The duck, the pilaf, and the grilled vegetables.

Wonderful. Good-bye.

What can I do for you?

I just wanted to ask you a few questions.

I'll have to clear that

with Mrs. Slayton first.

Oh, she went to lunch.

You sound a little afraid of her.

I like my job, Miss March.

Is there anything else?

I am late for lunch. Yes, uh...

how do Mr. and Mrs. Slayton get along?

That's not my place to say.

I will tell you this.

Phillip Slayton deserves better.

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Hello?

Hello, Ben?

Oh, Julie!

I just got in.

Yeah. This is great.

I'm being wined and dined, real VIP treatment.

That's just wonderful, Ben.

You sound like you're calling from the bottom of a barrel.

You didn't get one of those car phones, did you?

No, I'm at a pay phone.

What's going on?

Oh, plenty.

Phillip told Cynthia he was waiting for a phone call,

and then he snuck out of the house

and he-he went to a motel.

That's where I am right now.

He just went inside.

Oh, Julie...

you-you'd better call Tyler to do that kind of stuff.

You're not an investigator.

Julie?

Julie! Ben...

you're not going to believe this.

The other woman in Phillip's life...

you know who she is?

Cynthia's sister, Joanna.

If those books Cynthia Slayton writes

are anything like her real life, no wonder she's such a hit.

Hi, Julie. Heard from Ben?

Yes. Braddock University is treating him like royalty.

What's that?

Oh, the latest scoop.

Listen to this.

"A distraught

"Cynthia Slayton sobs,

"I love my husband beyond all reason.

Why should he want to kill me?"

His own wife thinks he did it.

No, she doesn't.

But it says right here.

Les, that is hardly a reliable source.

I'll have you know

this paper has a 99% accuracy rate.

And that's in its

psychic predictions alone.

If the Informer says it, it's true.

If you ever get jury duty, I'll write you an excuse.

That's very kind

of you, Julie, but I've never been one

to shirk my responsibilities.

Oh, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?

Meat loaf at Templin's?

Oh, Les, thank you, but I have an errand.

Ah, Miss March, won't you come in?

If you're looking for Cynthia,

she's still at the salon having everything waxed.

Yes, I know. I'm here to see Phillip.

Bad news?

Julie! Hi.

We have to talk.

Just a minute... This involves you, too.

I know that you

and Phillip spent the afternoon at a motel.

Now, Phillip, please.

I don't like this any more than you do,

believe me. Then why don't you

just forget what you saw? Because one person

is already dead.

And Phillip is accused of murder.

I think it's time for the truth.

You're right.

The truth is that Joanna and I love each other.

I suppose that's the real reason you stay here, too.

Look...

I know it's wrong.

I just wanted to be near him.

Phillip and I are both Cynthia's victims.

That's what brought us together at first.

Unfortunately, that also gives you a motive

for getting rid of her.

Julie, I don't have to kill Cynthia

to be free of her.

Joanna and I will simply leave.

Without telling Cynthia?

Without telling Cynthia what?

You botch my investments?

Even worse than that.

I'm in love with another woman.

How like you, Phillip... Not only do you confess

to an affair you had who knows how long ago,

but you manage to do it in front of your friend and my sister.

We'll talk later.

No.

I'm not talking about some past affair.

I love somebody now.

Cynthia...

Shut up, Joanna! This doesn't concern you.

Yes, it does.

We love each other.

Joanna?

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

Get out, both of you.

Cynthia...

Get out of my house!

Phillip, at least now we have a future.

Not quite.

You may have just sunk your case.

Good morning, Julie.

Mm.

Hmm.

You look tired.

Uh! Vitamins.

Phillip Slayton's case took a turn for the worse,

and I didn't get any sleep last night.

You shouldn't be staking out motels.

Ben called you?

Would you please let me help you with this?

Oh, Tyler, thank you.

I could use the help.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, come on in, Miss Morrell.

Thank you very much, Miss March.

When my office finishes with those depositions,

we'll send them right over.

Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

Good morning.

Morning.

Hello. Hi.

I came by to apologize.

I've been rude to you and everybody else.

I'm afraid living with Cynthia has brought out my hostility.

Well, that's easy

to understand.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Now tell me why you're really here.

I'm afraid you don't believe in Phillip's innocence.

Because I found out about your affair?

I was in love with Phillip for years, and he knew it.

And he never even so much as kissed me

until I made him realize that what he felt for Cynthia

was loyalty, wasn't love.

You made him realize?

Phillip is a wonderful man.

He's decent, he's caring, he's honorable.

I could not stand by and watch him blame himself

for a failing marriage.

You mean, he thought it was his fault?

Phillip is the kind of man

who feels responsible for everything.

Do you believe in his innocence?

Yes.

Of course, I do.

That's what I needed to hear.

Thank you, Miss March. You've been very, very kind.

Thank you, too.

Joanna...

when this is over, what do you plan to do?

Make Phillip very happy.

Hello.

Is something wrong?

No.

No, I just thought we might chat

a little more freely away from Cynthia's office.

Lord knows I could use a change of scene.

Chat about what?

Well, the last time we talked,

I think you were on the phone

in Cynthia's office.

Yes, I remember.

I was calling the caterer.

That's what you said, but I didn't believe you.

Nobody gets that upset about duck.

All right, so I wasn't calling the caterer.

Aren't I entitled to a private life?

Even one that might be upsetting?

Oh, yes, of course you are.

But your lie made me a little curious,

so I did some checking,

and I found out that in the past year,

you've made several phone calls

to a Mr. Richard Lee Productions in Los Angeles.

And your bank statement shows

that you've been depositing checks

from the same Richard Lee

into your personal checking account.

What's going on?

I don't have to tell you.

No, you don't.

But when Phillip comes to trial,

both his attorney and the prosecution

will have this information.

And Phillip's attorney will be more than curious

about what it is you're hiding from Cynthia

and whether or not it's a motive for murder.

I didn't try to murder Cynthia!

Then you'd better tell me what you're hiding.

I was selling Richard Lee copies

of Cynthia's first drafts.

That way, he could decide

in advance whether he wanted the movie rights,

then he could put in the bid first

before the rights went to auction.

Richard has produced two Cynthia Slayton novels

as television miniseries.

Let me get this straight.

You were stealing Cynthia's manuscripts?

It's simpler than that.

Cynthia uses a computer, so every time she would give me

a disk to edit, I would just send it by phone

to Richard's modem in Los Angeles.

But on the phone that day, you sounded very upset.

I was.

Richard Lee was angry with me

because I hadn't sent him any material lately.

Cynthia has stopped giving me her computer disks.

When?

About two months ago.

She never gave me a reason,

but she just won't let me near her computer.

Did she stop working?

No. No, in fact, for weeks,

she was locked in her office

pounding on her computer day and night.

I wonder what she was writing.

So does Richard Lee.

I tried to sneak the material out of her computer,

but she has a secret access code I can't crack.

"To all who may read

"these letters, greeting.

That Benjamin Matlock"...

That's written in...

"Esq. has been awarded the degree of Doctor of Law."

That part's printed.

And then the date and the signature and all.

And I'm going to put it on the wall

next to the speckled trout.

Oh, Ben, that's great.

Listen...

Uh, that's not all. That's not all.

The Braddock University Law Department

wants to name a chair after me.

A chair, yeah, a chair...

In philosophy of law of all things.

Isn't that something?

Oh, that's fabulous.

And well deserved, too.

Congratulations.

Listen, Ben...

What-what's that you were saying

about Cynthia Slayton's new book?

I was saying that she's hiding it in her computer.

Now, this is just a hunch,

but I think Cynthia's hidden material

has everything to do with this case.

But I can't show cause for a warrant,

because, I mean, a court isn't going to accept hunches.

And I certainly can't break and enter her computer.

No.

No, you can't.

But-but, hey, you know what?

What?

All right, the coast is clear.

I'll see you later. Good luck.

Thanks.

Lights.

All right.

Here we go.

What's wrong?

Don't worry.

I'll get it.

All right, let's try one more.

Jackpot.

Sounds like Cynthia's car.

She's at the front door.

Did she see you? Just missed me.

Good.

Where is it?

I didn't have time to make a copy. Oh!

So, I sent it over the modem to Ben's office.

It's waiting for us there.

Tyler, you're the best.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

I'm back.

Ben!

Oh, I didn't mean to scare you.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were speaking tomorrow in Texas.

I canceled.

Why?

You know why they wanted to give me that honorary degree?

They think you're a great lawyer.

They think I'm a rich lawyer.

And that Benjamin Matlock Chair of Law

they were going to endow?

I was going to endow.

They were going to be the endowees.

So, the hell with them.

I left.

Endow my own chair.

I'm sorry. How have things been going?

Take a look.

I was right about Phillip.

Did you tell him?

I sure did.

He fired his lawyer.

Oh.

Am I too late?

Mrs. Slayton, please tell the court what happened

when Elizabeth Lyle was exposed to your cat.

She began to sneeze.

She couldn't seem to stop, so I suggested

that she take one of my allergy capsules.

Phillip had just

brought a new bottle home.

What happened next?

She went upstairs.

A moment later, there was a crash.

We all ran to the master bath and found that Beth was dead.

Mrs. Slayton, those pills your husband brought home

were prescribed for you, weren't they? Yes.

I have chronic allergies. Mm-hmm.

How-how often do you take them?

Twice a day.

Once in the morning and one before bed.

So, if Elizabeth Lyle hadn't taken the first capsule

from that new bottle, you would have taken it

before you went to bed that night, wouldn't you?

Yes.

And you would have died in your sleep.

And in all likelihood, it would

have been ascribed to natural causes.

Objection.

The woman died instantaneously when she took the pill.

Mr. Hawkins said that Mrs. Slayton would've

died in her sleep, that's different.

Withdraw the question.

Mrs. Slayton, if you were to die,

who are your beneficiaries?

My husband gets everything.

He'd be richer than he ever dreamed.

There's a million-dollar life insurance policy

and an estate worth well over $20 million.

He and my loving sister could live happily ever after.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Mr. Matlock.

Thank you.

Uh, Ms. Slayton...

you are one of the most popular novelists

writing in America today.

In the last several years, all of your books

have been way at the top of the best seller lists, haven't they?

I've been very fortunate. Yeah.

And they've made a lot of them into movies

and mini-series, haven't they?

Yes, they have.

But you haven't had a new book in some time.

That's right.

A dry spell?

Well, there are times when a writer

feels more productive than others.

I'd say I was replenishing myself.

Objection!

Your Honor, I fail to see the relevancy

of Mrs. Slayton's writing career.

Your Honor, the only thing

we know about this woman is her writing career.

I gotta start somewhere.

Sit down, David! Mr. Matlock,

I'll tell Mr. Hawkins when to sit.

Yes, sir. Overruled.

Proceed.

Thank you.

Uh, I-I heard that-that about three months ago,

you started a new novel. Yes, I did.

Well, when will we see it published?

Well, you won't.

I abandoned the idea.

Why?

Well, sometimes an idea works out and sometimes not.

It's that simple.

Oh.

Well, uh, would you tell the court,

um, what it was about?

Well, it was about a rather glamorous

and very successful woman.

Not unlike yourself.

I suppose.

And what happened?

Well, I only wrote three chapters.

Ms. Slayton,

tell us, where do you get the ideas for your novels?

Reality, imagination...

one would hope, a little talent.

Sometimes you get an idea

from a real person and a real situation

and then enlarge on it?

I couldn't have put it better myself.

Thank you.

Uh, I have, uh... a little collection of,

uh, some of your reviews.

I'm not what you'd call

the darling of the critics.

No, no, you're not.

But some of them like your stories.

Now, here, for instance, from the New York Journal.

"Mrs. Slayton's story is a finely crafted work."

So, you, you do a lot of work on the story.

You spend a lot of time

on the story.

The story's everything. Your Honor!

We have followed Mr. Matlock down this tortured path

and seem to be back where we started.

Which, as far as I can tell, is nowhere!

Your Honor, Mr. Hawkins is on his feet again.

Mr. Matlock... If he wants to stretch, that's okay,

but he doesn't have to talk while he does it.

I'm warning you.

Your Honor, this will only take

a few more minutes if I might continue.

You're trying my patience, too, Mr. Matlock,

but proceed.

Thank you, thank you.

Uh, when you write a novel,

do you start with an outline?

Oh, yes.

Sometimes the outline is 60, 70 pages long.

I can't start a novel

until I know where it's going to wind up.

Oh... yeah, right.

Do you ever get stuck?

All the time.

Well, what do you do when you get stuck?

I spend a lot of time

looking out windows and staring at walls.

Do you ever go, uh, talk to anybody about it?

Sometimes. Uh-huh.

Have you ever been to see a woman named Katharine Scott

to talk to her about it?

Yes, I have.

In fact, uh, the last time

you went to talk to Katharine Scott,

was the day you decided to abandon the book.

Wasn't it?

I believe so, yes.

Uh, Ms. Scott is in the courtroom,

and she is prepared to testify

that the heroine in your book...

Glamorous, successful, not unlike yourself...

Believed her husband was having an affair

with her best friend.

Is that right?

It's been a while since I worked on the story.

Well, now, I can call Ms. Scott

to the stand.

Yes, that's what it was about.

And so, your heroine

decided to, uh, take revenge

on her husband and her best friend.

Yes.

Well, that sounds like a good story.

Why'd you stop?

As I said, the story didn't work for me.

Or...

maybe it worked too well.

Like your heroine, you believed

your husband...

was having an affair with your best friend,

Elizabeth Lyle.

And that's why you stopped writing the book.

Because you planned

to take revenge in real life.

I don't have to listen to these unfounded accusations.

Okay.

Let's substantiate them.

Now, all along we've believed

those poisoned capsules were meant for you.

And that somehow,

Elizabeth got one of them by mistake.

But that's not really what happened, is it?

Who let the cat into the room

to trigger Elizabeth's allergic reaction?

I didn't know the cat was there.

I believe you knew

the cat was there; I believe you brought the cat there.

That is not true.

Are these the, uh...

capsules...

your husband picked up for you?

Yes.

And when she started

having her allergic reaction, sneezing,

you told her to take one of these capsules, didn't you?

Yes, but that is perfectly logical.

I didn't know the capsules were poisoned.

Who's your allergist?

Dr. Cooper. Dr. Cooper.

And who...

Who is Dr. Moss?

I don't know.

I have a prescription here

in your name from Dr. Moss.

Now, you have to listen very carefully

because this is very complicated.

I suppose that's the way writers think.

These are the capsules that your husband

picked up from Dr. Cooper.

This is the prescription that she picked up herself

from Dr. Moss

just a day before Elizabeth died.

You had to poison all the capsules

in this bottle to be sure

that whichever capsule Elizabeth got,

it would do her in.

But you needed medication yourself.

So, she went to a doctor

she had never been to before

and had the prescription

filled by a druggist she didn't know.

That doesn't prove anything.

Yes, it does.

Yes, it does.

It proves

that you knew these capsules were poisoned

and the only reason

you could've known they were poisoned

is because you poisoned them yourself.

You let the cat in

to trigger her allergic reaction.

And when Elizabeth started to sneeze,

you told her to take one of these capsules,

knowing what the consequence would be.

Oh, it was perfect.

It was perfect.

It was like a page out of one of your books.

Plotted... great.

But you killed the wrong person.

Your husband wasn't having an affair

with Elizabeth Lyle.

He was having an affair

with your very own sister.

Isn't it a shame?

You killed the wrong person.

Tsk.

Nothing further.

Uh, at this time, Your Honor,

the state would like to dismiss

all charges against the defendant.

Good idea.

Case dismissed.

Court is adjourned.

David, that was just a little devilment.

I think you look nice when you stand up.

Thank-thank you.

Thank-thank you both very much.

"Jessica dropped her robe

"and stood naked in front of the mirror.

"She contemplated her nude body for a long time.

"She was still firm, still desirable.

"Many men had told her so.

"Then how could this be happening to her?"

Could, could I say something?

Hush!

Um, I'm sorry I wasn't here,

but this case couldn't have been handled any better.

Thank you. Are you gonna let her read?

And if you ever decide to change sides, let me know.

Are you through?

Well... Then sit down.

Uh, hmph!

Go on.

Excuse me.

"She could imagine Donald cheating on her,

"though the thought was like a knife in her flesh.

"But it had to be true.

"The two of them laughing at her

"as they shared each other's bodies in secret.

"The smutty images exploded in Jessica's mind.

"Her taut flesh quivered

"as she threw her cut crystal tumbler against the wall,

"the brandy dribbled down the silk wall covering...

like tears."