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Move "Is Pollution Causing Deafness in Our Children?"

to page 22 and "Senator Cortin Love Nest" to page one.

Abe, you're burying an important environmental story

in favor of this love nest crap?

Scaring parents about their kids won't sell papers.

This jerkwater politician and his bimbo will.

You're turning the Journal into a tabloid.

In the 30 years I've known you, I can't believe you want this.

I do.

More importantly,

our new publisher does.

We've got to tuck our bleeding hearts

back up our sleeves, Marty.

It's the '90s and MBAs are running the world.

Ah, the new religion, the church of the bottom line.

Since you brought it up, we're going to start deducting

your legal fees from your salary.

Abe, I'm getting

incredible response

to McBride's series

on Block Chemical... Phone calls, telegrams...

Excuse me.

And... we still have two parts to run.

Abe, can we...?

Forester!

You're not going to get away with this, Forester.

We printed a retraction, Mr. Gabriel.

- Call security. - Retraction?!

Oh, you mean those three crummy lines on page 56?!

The article accusing me of insider trading

was on page one.

You proved your innocence and we ran a retraction.

What more do you want?

You ruined my business,

you ruined my life, and you think that three crummy lines

on page 56 is going to make everything okay!

You want damages? Go back to court.

With what?!

I'm busted, broke!

Show Mr. Gabriel the way out.

No. Come on, pal.

You can't ruin a person

and then just throw 'em out of your office.

Things have a way of turning around,

and you're going to get yours,

Mr. Forester, you'll get yours!

Come on, easy, easy...

This meeting is over.

I want to see everything we ran on Steven Gabriel.

That story was an honest mistake.

Malign a man on page one

and you'd damn well better exonerate him on page one.

Get me the file!

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Security, this is Editorial.

I need someone up here fast.

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Ben. Oh, hi.

Oh, hi.

You'll never guess.

Uh... I'm taking a leave from the D.A.'s office

and I'm going home to Baltimore

and I'm going to defend a client on a murder charge.

Oh, well, uh, uh, h...

When did this a-all happen?

Well, I got a call today from an old friend

from high school... Penny Gabriel.

She was my very best friend,

and her brother has been arrested

on a murder charge, but he didn't do it.

He couldn't have done it because he was always a real sweet kid,

so I told her I would come.

Well, is there a shortage of lawyers in Baltimore?

Ben, Penny is my friend and Stevie's her brother.

Oh, so you-you're, you're going to defend him.

Well, you don't think she'd hire me to prosecute him.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You don't think I can do it, do you?

Oh, I-I didn't say that.

Ben, Ben...

I think... I can handle a murder one case

blindfolded.

In fact, seeing as how the burden of proof

lies with the prosecution

and not with the defense,

I'm going to have a much easier job for a change.

Well,

uh, defending someone isn't

any harder or easier than prosecuting someone.

It's just... it's different,

and, and you'll be great at it.

Thank you.

A-Are we still on for dinner tonight?

Oh, can we make it when I get back?

I really better work tonight.

Called me around 5:00

and told me to come to his office at 8:30.

He didn't say why.

I got there promptly at 8:30, I walked in the office,

and I found him dead.

Did you see anybody in or around the office before you went in?

I passed some people working at their desks.

That's all.

Why do you ask?

Because the Baltimore Journal uses an air tube system

to deliver their memos and their dummy pages,

and at exactly 8:27 last night,

the mailroom received a memo from Forester

typed on his manual typewriter.

Now, that means that at 8:27, he was still alive.

I must have missed the killer by seconds.

Oh, Steve.

The jury is going to find that hard to believe.

I mean, if Forester was alive at 8:27

and dead at 8:30, they're going to think you killed him.

Now, there are a dozen people

who heard you threaten Forester

the day of the murder,

two people who can place you at the scene of the crime,

and a piece of evidence that places you in Forester's office

only minutes before he was murdered.

Now, that is a good, solid case.

You sound just like the guy who booked me.

No, no, no, what, what I meant to say

is that we have to...

to focus all our efforts

on finding the real killer.

No problem.

Ben Matlock.

Hi.

Oh, hi, Julie, how's it going?

Well, I've talked to my client

and I've got a bail hearing set for this afternoon

and everything is moving right along.

Oh.

Uh-huh.

You know, Ben, uh, you were right.

This is, this is very different.

Uh, I'm used to having the police at my disposal

for everything... You know, legwork...

And all I have to do is pick up the phone.

Here I am, trying to do three things at once.

Well, I can't do it all either.

That's why I have an investigator.

An investigator... oh, Ben, that's just what I need.

Is Conrad busy?

I ca... I can ask him.

Oh, I'd appreciate that, Ben.

Now, now, now, you don't worry...

Look, I've got to go, Ben, bye.

Okay.

I'm sorry, but the car rental place was jammed.

I'm so s...

Julie.

You're prosecuting this case?

You're defending it?

Now that counsel is finally present,

we will proceed to the matter of Mr. Gabriel's bail.

Does the state have any recommendations?

Yes, Your Honor. We do, Your Honor.

Julie.

It's nice to see you again, Donald.

You look great. Oh, thank...

Ben?

Hi.

Conrad's busy, but I'm not and I'm

a pretty good investigator.

Oh, I di... this is...

That I didn't... This is such a surprise.

Julie. Oh, I'm sorry.

Ben Matlock,

this is the prosecuting attorney

Donald March.

Pleased to meet you. - Hi.

Uh, March.

Are you related?

Not anymore.

We used to be married.

Hey, watch it, pops.

Excuse me.

Oh.

I got... I...

Hi. Hi.

Some... well, anyway,

what do you want me to do first?

Well, I think one of us should go

to the scene of the crime.

Okay, scene of the crime.

Abe Forester's office.

Uh-huh. I'll... I'll go.

Good. Now, we need to find out who knew

that Steve was going to be there that night.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Right.

Where will you be?

At the courthouse.

Oh, yes... Forester had a secretary

named Katherine Ellery.

Uh, at, uh... at, uh, the courthouse, then,

you-you'll see, uh...

Donald. Yeah.

He's the prosecutor.

Oh, of course. Yeah.

Ben?

It was a long time ago,

and I was very young.

Would you like to know what happened?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Now-now, this, uh, K-Katherine...

Ellery.

Uh, uh, uh, she's, uh...

Abe Forester's secretary. That's it.

And she was very reluctant

to talk to me over the phone.

Oh, well, uh, we'll see what, uh...

what, uh... what happens.

Uh, will... will you be...

will you be coming back here for, uh, dinner?

I hope so.

Are you asking me if I'm having dinner with Donald?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, it's just... it...

you see, if-if I find out something,

I'll want to tell you, and I wouldn't, you know...

Actually, I do have dinner plans... - 00,

here... with you.

Oh, well, I think I can handle that.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Yeah. Bye.

Yeah, I'll see you.

Now, let's see.

The coroner says that Mr. Forester was sitting here,

and somebody slipped up behind him and...

Please, Mr. Matlock. What?

I don't want to hear this.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Mr. Forester deserved better than this.

He was a fine man.

That Steven Gabriel did it.

Walked in here, picked up the statue and...

He said he'd get poor Mr. Forester.

I thought what he said was, "You'll get yours."

Same thing.

And I thought it was Mr. Forester's idea

that Steven come up here that night.

Mr. Matlock. What?

You're standing

on Mr. Forester. Oh.

I'm sorry.

Well, wasn't it his idea

that Steven come up here that night?

It was.

I placed the call for him.

Well, you would think that Steven

would at least have given him a chance

to explain why he wanted to see him.

Do you know why he wanted to see him?

No.

Mr. Landers thinks Mr. Forester felt sorry for him

and wanted to help clear his name.

Who's Mr. Landers?

Martin Landers.

The-the City editor.

And he knew that Steven was coming up here?

He was right there when I placed the call.

Mr. Landers and Mr. Forester started here

as copy boys the same year I started.

Oh.

Well, you must know everything

that goes on here and all the people.

Well, after 31 years...

Yeah.

You know...

you know, you've been so helpful.

How about letting me buy you a cup of coffee?

Oh, come on.

Just a cup of coffee.

Julie.

Thanks for the investigation reports.

You were certainly as thorough as ever.

Now, uh...

if I were in your shoes...

And I usually am...

I would expect me to come in here and, uh...

and, uh, plea-bargain.

But I want to tell you straight-out, Donald,

that I... I...

Stop that. Stop what?

You know what.

No, tell me.

Staring at me like that.

I can't help it.

You're beautiful.

You were the best ten years of my life.

Oh, well, you didn't think so at the time.

We all make mistakes.

I made a big one, and I've regretted it ever since.

Listen.

Why don't you have dinner with me?

Julio's.

Julio's is still there?

Oh. Oh, my.

Veal Marengo

and...

polenta...

I... I'm sorry.

I have a dinner date.

Excuse me, Donald.

Tomorrow?

Call me.

Uh, M-Mr. Landers, could...

could I speak with... with you for a minute?

I'm, uh... Ben Matlock.

You're here to defend Steven Gabriel.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Uh, Julie March is defending.

I'm just helping out.

You're very high-priced help, Mr. Matlock,

and very impressive.

I covered the Lucy Sutton trial

for City Magazine.

Oh, that was a long time ago.

For both of us.

I suppose you know, um...

Abe Forester was one of my oldest and dearest friends.

Uh, was he thinking of retiring?

Next September.

I hear he was, uh,

going after some hotshot from Chicago

to take over his job.

That's possible.

Well, that's water under the bridge.

You're the editor in chief now.

That was the publisher's decision.

Well, not if Mr. Forester had lived.

Are you suggesting that I killed Abe?

Well...

you did know that Steven Gabriel

was going to show up at his office that night.

So did John Brady, Paul McBride

and Katherine Ellery. Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I told McBride

and Brady myself. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yeah. Uh, Br-Brady...

John Brady. J-John... Brady, John.

He's a columnist.

Columnist. Right, and, uh...

Paul McBride... McBride, McBride.

Is an investigative reporter.

Investigate... investigative reporter.

Thank you. I... I appreciate this.

Anything to get off the hook.

Yeah. Get off the...

Um, wh-where were... were you, uh...

I, uh, was at home.

With your wife.

Mmm... I'm a widower.

And, uh...

my children are grown.

Oh, Mr. Landers, well,

you're not quite off the hook.

But, uh, thank you for this.

Where did you hear that?

Oh. Somebody who talked to somebody who, uh,

knows everything that goes on around here.

Okay.

Yeah, Abe and I had a few arguments.

He was like a father to me.

Fathers and sons argue.

Yes, that's true, but, uh,

didn't these arguments start about the same time

your exposé on Block Chemical was running?

So what?

So, maybe,

he was getting some heat from Block Chemical,

and maybe he was asking you to back off.

No.

Abe would never give in to pressure.

Then, what happened between you?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

I have work to do.

Excuse me,

Mr. McBride, but what were you doing

on the night Forester was murdered?

I don't believe this!

The man hired me.

He took me under his wing.

He turned me into one

of the best reporters in this city.

You think I killed him?

I was at the Coronet Theater

watching Linda Tyler in Home Before Dark.

I don't suppose you saved your ticket stub.

Well, um...

have a nice day anyway.

Hi, Mr. Brady. Ben Matlock.

I don't talk to lawyers.

My lawyers talk to lawyers.

I just want to ask you a couple of questions.

Sorry. It's lunchtime. I'm out of here.

Uh, well, how... how about if I go with you?

Have lunch with a lawyer?

No, I don't think so.

My stomach isn't what it used to be.

Ben, there you are.

Come on. Oh.

I, uh... I didn't get much out of John Brady.

Forget him.

Paul McBride said he was at the theater

watching Linda Tyler the night Forester was killed.

And he wasn't?

No, he couldn't have been.

Linda Tyler was sick that night,

and her understudy went on.

Oh...

Now we're onto something.

Huh?

Don't you think we're onto something?

Yeah. Sure.

Hi. Mind if I sit down?

Ah.

Yeah.

How's the food?

How about the beer?

The food stinks, and the beer is warm.

You got a question to ask?

Okay.

Was Abe Forester about to fire you?

Now, where did you hear that?

Then, it's true.

No!

But one of your columns, uh, had provoked a libel suit,

and Mr. Forester was, uh, kind of unhappy about that.

Well, yeah. Yeah.

You've been sued a lot, haven't you?

Controversy sells newspapers.

I'm good at it.

Well, maybe, uh... maybe Mr. Forester figured

he had all the controversy he could handle.

My column is sold in 127 newspapers across the country.

One more or less doesn't matter.

Yeah, but the Journal's a... a pretty...

pretty important paper, and if he fired you,

then other papers might follow suit.

You know, kind of a domino effect.

Let's talk a little bit about, uh, Thursday night.

Well, I mean, where were you about 8:30?

Oh.

Thursday? Yep.

I was in a meeting

in my office with Skip Howard and Danny Lloyd.

It started at 8:00, ended at 9:30.

Now, you can not only ask them,

you can hear the meeting.

Danny tapes everything... Ideas, meetings.

He can't think, but, God bless him, he certainly can tape.

Now, go see him.

Okay, okay.

Ew, that is warm.

Hey, waiter!

The memo Mr. Forrester sent came in just like this.

It was from Harold Williams.

He's the new publisher.

A copy boy delivered it to his house immediately.

And you recorded the time it came in in your notebook

just like you're doing now?

The clerk that was on duty did.

How long does it take

for a message to get here from Forrester's office?

Six or seven seconds.

That's all?

Uh, does...

Mr. Forrester have a drop chute in his office?

Well, there are three or four on each floor.

The closest one to Mr. Forrester's office

is in the reception area near his secretary's desk.

Is there any way to tell

where in the building a memo comes from?

Well, no, there isn't.

Excuse me.

What? Uh...

Well, uh...

the police think that Mr. Forrester was alive

when Steven entered the building

because his memo, Mr. Forrester's,

got here at 8:27, but what, what if he was already dead

and somebody else sent the memo?

Yes.

Somebody killed him, waited till almost 8:30,

sent the memo, framed Steve.

Right.

Now all we have to do is prove it.

Well, hell, that ought to be simple.

You testified that

the defendant burst into the editorial room

in the middle of your meeting.

Yes, and began screaming accusations at Abe.

What kind of accusations?

That Abe was responsible

for the loss of his business and his reputation.

Was Mr. Forrester responsible?

Of course not.

Last year the Journal ran a piece on insider trading.

Mr. Gabriel's name

was inaccurately mentioned.

However, we later printed a retraction saying that

Mr. Gabriel was in no way involved.

But he decided to sue anyway.

He lost and he was not happy.

After Mr. Gabriel made these accusations, what happened?

He was escorted out of the room by two security guards.

He was yelling that he was ruined

and he threatened Abe.

He threatened Mr. Forrester? Yes, he did.

What exactly did he say?

"You'll get yours."

Thank you, Mr. Landers.

Does the defense wish to cross?

Mr. Landers, did you know that Abe Forrester

had asked Steven Gabriel to come to his office

that night at 8:30? Yes.

And you knew what the meeting was about, didn't you?

Abe didn't tell me.

But you had your suspicions, didn't you?

Objection. Relevance.

Overruled. I'd like to hear the answer.

And you mentioned them to his secretary.

Shall I call her to the stand?

I know Abe.

Knew Abe.

He felt sorry for the guy

and was going to do something to help him out.

Something to help him out.

Doesn't give my client much of a motive then, does it?

No further questions.

Uh, redirect, Your Honor?

Proceed.

Mr. Forrester never actually told you

that he intended to do anything about Mr. Gabriel, did he?

Well, no.

And in all the years that you knew Mr. Forrester,

did you ever know him to help or give restitution to anyone

who was suing the Journal?

No, never.

So, off-hand remarks to secretaries

aside,

you really had no idea whatsoever

why Mr. Forrester called the meeting

at 8:30 with the defendant, did you?

Objection. No relevancy whatsoever.

Overruled.

You opened the door to this, Counsel.

Answer the question, please.

No.

I don't know what Abe had in mind.

Thank you, Mr. Landers.

Donald hasn't changed a bit.

He always had to have the last word.

Julie. Fred Langley, is that you?!

Hi!

You'll never guess...

She can't go two steps

without running into somebody she knows.

Well, Julie knows everyone here.

We all miss her.

Nice to see you.

I'm sorry.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, Julie, I don't know how this happened but there's a

a witness' statement that you haven't seen.

A security guard at the Journal.

It's in my office if you have time.

I better go.

Oh, of course. Hotel lobby at 6:00.

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Come on, Clayton!

Clayton!

Open the damn door!

Look, I'll get you the money, but you gotta leave town now!

Hi, I'm Ben Matlock.

I'm looking for Paul McBride.

He's not here. Of course he is.

I saw him come in. Hey, get out of here!

There you are.

Hey, I know you, too.

You're that Hood fellow.

That Clayton Hood.

You're the one Paul here interviewed for his exposé

on the Block Chemical Company.

You don't look sick.

Aren't you supposed to be in a hospice somewhere

barely clinging on to life?

I'm in remission.

Damn.

It was a fake.

The whole thing was a fraud.

No! There are serious health hazards over at Block Chemical

and because of me, they're being cleaned up.

You led the public to believe

that innocent workers were dying of cancer.

They are, I just couldn't get any of them to come forward.

So you hired a perfectly healthy man

to pretend he was terminally ill? Why?!

A Pulitzer prize, money, fame?

Abe Forrester found out, didn't he?

He must've been disappointed.

What was he gonna do?

He told me if I didn't write an article

confessing what I'd done, he'd write one for me.

So, to save your character and your career

from oblivion, you killed him!

No! You were not

at the theater the night he died.

Linda Tyler was sick.

Her understudy went on. All right!

I was here trying to convince this idiot to leave town.

Hey, you promised me $10,000.

I'm not going anywhere until I get it.

Yeah, well, now you're not gonna get one red cent.

How do you like that, Einstein?

Was he here?

Yeah, I was starting to watch television

and this guy waltzes in

right in the middle of my favorite movie.

Made me miss practically the whole thing.

Godzilla, the original.

Godzilla?

Yeah, it's one of my all-time favorites.

I did not kill Abe Forrester.

I know.

And you couldn't use him for an alibi

because everybody would know your series was a fraud,

but there's one good thing.

Abe Forrester knew

and he ordered you to print that retraction,

but, once he was dead, you elected not to.

Kind of a double-double deal.

Well, now, everybody will know.

It'll be a long time before you work on a newspaper again.

Maybe you're not too old to learn another trade.

Oh...

This thing's impossible.

That thing belonged to H.L. Menken.

And Mr. Forrester prized it highly.

What are you typing?

The memo that Mr. Forrester was supposed to have sent

to the mailroom the night he was killed.

It's called "Retracing the Killer's Steps."

Let's see...

Oh, daggone!

Have you got any Wite-Out?

Not in this office.

Mr. Forrester never made any mistakes.

Never?

Nope, he was so used to typing on that machine...

He didn't make mistakes?

That's what I said.

Ben? Ben, wait.

Where have you been?

Oh, it's a long story.

I'm really sorry.

Oh, well, uh...

Uh, I talked with Paul McBride

and, uh, he's not the killer.

He's not?

No, he's not. Godzilla was on that night.

Godzilla?

Well, that's a long story, too.

You tell me yours first and I'll tell you mine.

Good morning.

Julie, you, uh, you left this at my place.

Oh, oh, Ben, I...

I owe you an explanation.

No, no, no, no.

You don't owe me an explanation.

I mean, you're a grown woman and it's, it's just...

I mean, I know you were married to him at one time

and you don't owe me any explanation.

Donald is driving me crazy.

He is? Yes.

It's, well,

it's a terrible situation and this...

I... Well, uh...

Well, come, come on, let me tell you

some interesting things I found out.

Mr. Brady, do you make a lot of money

from your syndicated column?

I do all right.

What is all right these days?

Five figures, six, seven?

Six. Objection.

Relevance.

I intend to show relevance, Your Honor.

Overruled. Proceed.

Mr. Brady, do you own your own home?

Yes. Is it a nice house?

Yes. Six figures?

Seven.

Your Honor, relevance.

Asked and answered.

What's the point of all this?

If you'll give me a moment, I'll get to it.

Please do. Overruled.

Mr. Brady, do you own your own home

free and clear or is there a large mortgage?

Well, it's mortgaged.

Your Honor, for the record, may I restate my objection

to this entire line of questioning?

So noted.

What kind of a car do you drive?

Jaguar.

Do you own your car free and clear? Your Honor.

Objection. Relevance. Donald!

Will you let this woman finish

what she's trying to say!

Mr. Matlock, you're out of order!

Well, how can she conduct her examination

to this witness if he won't let her complete a thought?!

If you don't sit down, I'll hold you in contempt!

What I am trying to determine

is whether you own your Jaguar free and clear.

Your Honor... You write a lot of checks

to the bank every month

don't you, Mr. Brady? Big checks!

Your column must be doing

very well. DONALD: Objection.

This is still not relevant.

Yes, it is!

Are you going anywhere with this, Miss March?

Well, of course she is.

You think she came in here for fun?

You're very near contempt.

Your Honor...

Your Honor, may I have a moment, please?

Your Honor, with the court's permission,

I think it would be in the best interest of my client

if my co-counsel, Mr. Matlock,

would conclude the examination of this witness.

Mr. March?

Well, why change horses in midstream?

I said, it would be

in the best interest of my client.

Mr. March.

No objection.

Mr. Matlock.

Yes, sir.

Uh, a moment, Your Honor.

You rattled this woman.

And you did it on purpose,

because you want to win this case.

More importantly,

you want her to lose.

But if you try it on me,

I'll put this table on top of you.

Mr. Matlock...

Yes, sir.

Now, the questions my associate was asking

about your house, your car, the big checks you're writing...

Were meant to show that you'd be

in pretty desperate financial shape if the Journal

dropped your column, wouldn't you?

If they drop me another newspaper would pick me up.

But you can't be absolutely sure of that, can you?

Well, no, but after all these years...

Abe Forester had decided

that your talent wasn't worth the lawsuits you provoked,

and was about to drop your column, wasn't he?

No. Didn't he say he was?

Well, he didn't mean that.

He'd-he'd used to say it at meetings just to sound tough.

I-I suppose that would explain

why he didn't mention it in the memo

he sent to his publisher the night he died.

Objection, Your Honor.

Again, relevance.

Mr. Matlock!

Oh, yes, sir.

I was just admiring the wood

on this table.

This memo was entered into evidence

to prove that the decedent was alive just moments

before Steven Gabriel entered the building that night.

That is simply not the case.

We intend to prove that by the time Steven Gabriel arrived

Abe Forester had been dead almost

half an hour.

Proceed.

Now, this is the antique typewriter

that Abe Forester used in his office.

Sergeant Cryder here will testify

that it is, but you recognize it, don't you?

Oh, yeah. Abe loved that typewriter.

Typed everything on it, didn't he? Everything.

Are you a pretty good typist, Mr. Brady?

Fair. No, don't be modest.

I've seen you. I bet you type...

60, 65 words a minute.

More like 80. Oh, how about a demonstration?

Objection, Your Honor.

This is all very interesting

but I fail to see the relevance to this trial.

I'm gettin' to it!

I'm gettin' to it!

Your Honor, if you and Mr. March

will bear with me, I'm gettin' to it!

Overruled. For now.

Thank you.

Have a seat.

What do you want me to type?

Well, how about this memo?

I'm used to an electric.

Just do the best that you can as-as fast as you can.

Uh... thank you.

Uh, you may

go back to the stand.

Ooh, lot of typos.

Did Abe Forester make a lot of typos?

I'm used to an electric.

He was used to that... thing.

In fact, Abe Forester

was famous at the Journal for never making a mistake

on that machine, wasn't he?

That's right.

You know,

there are typos on this original memo, aren't there?

I, uh, I don't, uh...

Oh, of course you do. Of course you do.

But you have to look closely,

because somebody covered them with correction fluid.

How about right there?

Oh, yeah, I can see that.

And can you make out what letter was whited out?

I... can't tell.

It's the three-quarter fraction.

Whited out

and a question mark put over it.

In-in the memo you just typed,

the three-quarter fraction is in the same place

the question mark should be.

Here and there.

And there, down there.

It-it looks like that whoever typed

this memo made the same mistakes that you just made.

It's tempting to believe that you typed this memo.

That's a coincidence.

Anyone who is not used

to that machine is gonna make the same mistake.

You were in the building that night.

Three floors up in my office

in a meeting with Skip Howard and Danny Lloyd.

Started at 8:00, ended at 9:30.

What about before 8:00?

Just before 8:00,

you entered Mr. Forester's office,

picked up that statue and killed him, didn't you?

I did no such thing!

I think you did! I think you killed him!

Then you sat down at the typewriter

that Abe Forester always used

and typed this memo,

and sent it to the mailroom knowing

the police would think that Abe Forester was alive

a few minutes

before Steven Gabriel entered the building.

I could not have sent it.

I was in the meeting.

That's right.

With Skip Howard and Danny Lloyd.

Right!

Skip told me that he was at the meeting,

Danny was at the meeting and you were at the meeting.

But, at some point

during the meeting, you left the room

to get a folder or something.

Were you aware that Danny

was taping that whole meeting?

Danny always had a tape recorder going.

It's his way of keeping notes. Ah!

Danny, uh, Danny also wore one of those wristwatches

that beeps every half hour, didn't he?

Yeah. It drives me crazy.

Keeps-keeps excellent

time, though.

And it's right in sync with the clock in the mailroom.

I checked.

And if you listen to that tape,

you can hear Danny's watch beep right at 8:30.

And you know what?

Your voice is not on that tape

for several minutes before 8:30.

And you know what else?

Skip and Danny remember

that you left the meeting a few minutes before 8:30.

You know what that means?

I have no idea.

8:27.

At 8:27, you went over to the mail chute

for interoffice correspondence.

Put this memo in a cylinder,

sent it down to the mailroom.

And that's when the clerk received it.

8:27.

What do you think, Mr. Brady?

I refuse to answer any further questions

until such time as my attorney can be present.

All right.

That's a good idea.

We find the defendant...

not guilty.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

Court is adjourned.

Thank you.

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

Thank you.

Oh, this is nice.

Congratulations, both of you.

Thank you.

We need to talk about last night.

We need to talk about what you did in court.

Well, that was just business.

Oh, really?

And was it just business

making Ben think we spent the night together?

We did. Oh, Donald, please.

You said 20 minutes.

And you had me out there without a car.

And I was hungry so I had dinner,

and then we had an argument,

and then I cried and then I did the dishes.

No wonder I don't miss being married to you.

Julie, I love you.

I told you that last night.

I've always loved you.

I know you love me, Donald.

And you also love Sheila your law clerk,

and my best friend Marjorie,

and her friend Dori,

and the soprano in the church choir.

I never knew her name.

Stay. I'll make it up to you.

It hurt when I left, didn't it?

Yes.

There's the door.

This time, you can leave.

Julie...

Say good-bye, Donald.

You'll never have with anybody else what we had.

I hope not.

Well?

Yep.

Let's go home.

You bet.