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There, thanks.

Whew, boy, somebody killed that old man;

they were trying to kill us.

Jack Rinaldi?

No, he wouldn't use his own name.

Well, then it had to be someone

who knew we were looking for them.

Vicki Mariani knew.

No.

Okay, Detective Cox, David O'Malley...

Did, uh, did Bobby Boyd know

you were at Vicki what's-her-name's house?

I don't think so. Why?

Well, I think,

I think it may very well have been Bobby Boyd

and maybe some of his friends.

Thank you.

Mr. Boyd.

I heard from Jack.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Look, uh, he wanted me to give you a message.

Okay.

Jack says that you and your friends got two days

to put $500,000 into his offshore account

or he'll give the tape to the police.

Miss Mariani, we came to pay our respects

to Sam Chandler.

Whatever you need to discuss can wait till tomorrow.

Excuse me.

There he is.

Well, gentlemen...

Mr. Matlock, are you all right?

No. What happened?

Somebody tried to blow me and my friend here to kingdom come.

But you didn't quite make it.

And I know that one of you killed Sam Chandler.

I know that as good as I'm standing here.

And I know that one of you suckered me into going down

to that warehouse.

You may not know it, but you killed

an innocent man.

But you were trying to kill me, one of you.

And I'll get you for that.

Shut up, old man!

Come on, come on! Mr. Matlock,

I think you're making a terrible mistake.

What have we done to make you so angry at us?

One of you, or maybe all of you, tried to kill me.

What do you think?

They did it.

I'm certain of it.

Excuse me.

I'll meet you back at the car.

Allow me.

What gave me away?

The legs.

Thank you.

Well... well, Miss Page...

I've heard a lot about you.

All bad I'm sure.

I'm gonna go home and change,

and I'll meet you at David O'Malley's office.

I'll get fired if you tell David you saw me.

Vicki Mariani had a little chat with Bobby Boyd inside.

Now, I couldn't hear every word,

but it sounded like Jack Rinaldi

is blackmailing Bobby and his friends.

Over what?

She didn't say.

Angela, didn't I tell you not to go to that service today?

David, I was just trying to help.

Go clean out your office.

Jessica will arrange your severance.

I can't have employees that don't follow instructions.

David, can't we discuss this?

Yeah, what a...

No, we cannot.

I'm sorry.

Ben!

Hey.

Let me help you with it.

Excuse me.

I feel awful.

Your boss shouldn't have gone to David.

I told him what would happen.

I'm sorry.

And what about you?

What are you, what are you doing here?

I don't know.

I'm saying goodbye, I guess.

You're sweet.

If you're ever up in the city, you give me a call.

Okay, I will.

I mean it.

And I think I have

an idea of how to find Jack Rinaldi.

Yeah? Yeah.

Uh, Vicki Mariani?

Oh, I'll sign for them.

Hi. Thanks.

Thank you.

For you.

Who are they from?

A friend.

I'd like to meet this guy.

He must be the greatest.

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321 Chancellor.

It'll take me about three hours to get to Jacksonville.

You're going to Jacksonville on a hunch?

Not a hunch.

Now who?

Hi.

My name's Jack Rinaldi.

I travel a lot and I lost my credit card.

I'm not sure where.

I was wondering if you could tell me

where I used the card last.

Rinaldi.

R-I-N-A-L-D-I.

Yeah, Jack.

7-4-3-3

zero-1-1-4

zero-1-4-6-8.

Where'd you get that number?

On a credit card receipt at Vicki Mariani's.

Yeah.

Ah, that's what I thought.

Thanks a lot.

Jacksonville?

Jacksonville.

Call me when you get there.

One other thing.

I saw Detective Cox.

He has Vicki Mariani's office building staked out.

Himself?

Yeah.

It's odd, isn't it?

Yeah.

Seems like he'd have one of his men do it.

Hey, we got 40 minutes of continuous music

from WDRN Jacksonville.

Playing rock and roll while you're on the road.

Hi. Yes?

I'm Jackie Wilson; I'm with the city.

What do you want?

We're checking all the houses in the neighborhood

to see if the pipes are insulated with asbestos.

I guess it's okay.

Well, I guess I'll start with the kitchen.

That'll be fine.

Get up.

Come on, wake up.

How do you feel?

I feel like I've been hit with a bat.

Why did you do that?

We saw you sneaking around.

Vicki tells me you're the guy

who was looking for me in Atlanta. Why?

I'm investigating Sam Chandler's murder.

What's that got to do with me?

Sit down.

Okay, sorry.

Why are you here?

Because Bobby Boyd's looking for you.

Because you're blackmailing him

and Al Brackman and Jim Steinbach

and it all has something to do with Sam Chandler's murder.

You just went through a lot of trouble for nothing.

Okay, I'll be going.

Okay.

Detective Cox, how's it going?

Hartman.

Always busy this time of year.

Yeah?

I, uh, I hear you got the Warner Realty building staked out.

Keeping an eye on Vicki Mariani?

Yeah.

You on it yourself?

Yep.

I figure that Jack Rinaldi might just have something to do

with that warehouse.

Yeah, he might have something to do with Sam Chandler's death.

Whoa. We got the right guy on that one.

Got him dead to rights.

Yeah... yeah, anything on the burglary out at Sam Chandler's?

No, not so far.

I'll see ya. Okay.

I, uh, I hear you're a skier.

Yeah. Why, you, too?

Oh, no, I've never been on skis in my life.

I hear you got a place out West.

A little condo.

Big dollars, I bet, huh?

You know what they say:

"Life's expensive...

then you die."

You know, Jack, you got a problem.

I've got a problem?

Because if I found you,

chances are Bobby Boyd will find you, too.

I'll be out of the country in 24 hours.

You can't run from these guys.

Come back to Atlanta with me.

You're nuts.

I can get you in the witness protection plan.

You're offering me protection?

Think about it.

See, that could be Bobby Boyd right now.

Hi.

Uh, that'll be $12.60.

Yeah, hold on.

Give me a 20.

No way. You ordered the pizza, you pay.

I didn't order a pizza. Neither did I.

It said 1223 Ardel.

Yeah, well, that's the address, but we didn't order a pizza.

I probably should call.

Would you look at this.

There's no pizza in here.

There's a gun.

Okay, get your hands on top of your head.

Over to the table.

Move it.

Unbelievable.

Let's go. We got to take him.

No way. Jack, they're gonna find you and kill you.

We gotta go. No, I came all the way down here to get him.

I'm not leaving without him... get up!

Forget it. Get up!

I go back to Atlanta, I'm dead in 24 hours.

There's no jail, nothing will be safe for me.

Conrad...

Okay, fine.

You got it.

Jack, you got company.

Come on, take a look.

What, I look stupid?

In about 30 seconds, you're gonna look dead.

Come on.

Man, they work for Bobby Boyd.

Come on... out the back door.

Come on. What about you?

I got a place for a couple of days.

So let's ask Mr. Rinaldi

the question that brought us all here.

Hmm?

Who killed Sam Chandler?

I don't know.

You mean you won't say.

No, I mean I don't know.

And what about the blackmail?

That has nothing to do with the murder.

What's it got to do with?

Jack, thanks to us,

Bobby Boyd's boys are in Jacksonville

and you're not.

Yeah?

This tape is a one-way ticket to the state pen for Bobby Boyd

and Al Brackman and Jim Steinbach.

What's on it?

I told you, it has nothing to do with the murder.

Bobby Boyd did not send those guys down here to deliver the money.

I know.

Well, what are you gonna do with the tape?

I know a detective in the Atlanta PD.

I can give him a call.

Sure.

Why not?

Uh, Ben.

Oh, hi, Bob.

Uh, you got a minute? Yeah.

Want a hot dog?

What's up?

I guess you were right about Detective Cox.

Yeah?

I got a source, it's pretty good,

says Richard Cox can thank Jim Steinbach

for his condo out West, and a big check every year.

Did you bring him in?

Can't find him.

I know where he's gonna be.

Conrad left a message.

He's bringing Jack Rinaldi back to Atlanta.

Gonna turn him over to Detective Cox

at Old Hanson Road in less than a hour.

Oh...

This isolated enough for you?

Yeah, perfect.

Detective Cox, say hello to Jack Rinaldi

and Angela Page.

Rinaldi.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

I, uh, I've arranged, uh, living quarters for you

outside the city.

And you will have 24-hour guards

until the witness protection people

move you out of the state.

Sounds good to me.

Your story better be worth it.

Let's go.

Thanks. I owe you.

Ah, you set me up.

I didn't. I swear.

All right, hold it.

I'm a police officer.

Tell them to lower their guns.

Richard, it's Bob Brooks.

What the hell's going on here, Bob?

Tell them to put away their guns.

I want you to turn over Rinaldi.

Now, we have unconfirmed reports that his life may be in danger.

Why haven't they lowered their guns, huh?

Dick!

Please do what I ask.

I'm out of here. No, you're not.

Get out of there, Conrad!

What are you doing?!

I'll tell you what I'm doing.

Put your weapon on the ground, Richard.

You see this man?

He's going in my car with me, Bob.

And if you ever want to see Jack Rinaldi again,

you'll let us go.

Hold your fire!

You all right?

Yeah, we're okay.

Thank God.

SAM CHANDLER: At the rate we're going,

the union's gonna run us out of business.

I can't deal with this anymore.

The problem is Carpenter.

Then let's eliminate the problem.

That's one way of having our guy running the local.

Well, the D.A.'s gonna love this.

Who's Carpenter?

Ron Carpenter.

He was president

of the local 721 International Brotherhood of Teamsters.

Disappeared about six years ago, one day, without a trace.

No body, no nothing.

Just like Jimmy Hoffa.

Yep. No one knows what happened.

They will now.

Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna run this over to the D.A.

But I don't see how this helps you, Ben.

What's it got to do with Sam Chandler's death?

I don't know.

Well, you know what they say.

What?

Ain't nothin' easy.

Well...

Well, I've gotta go.

I'll talk to you later?

All right.

She followed me.

Oh.

He didn't fire her.

I know.

Well, what do you think?

Detective Cox killed Jack Rinaldi.

Probably planted that bomb for us.

Yeah, yeah.

So that tape somehow has got to be connected

with Sam Chandler's death.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Well, I can do it if you want.

Which car, sir?

It's that blue one there.

Hi, Bobby. How you doing?

What did you want to see me about, Dave?

Take a seat.

It's about a tape.

Jack Rinaldi's tape.

Afraid I don't know what that is, Dave.

Oh, no?

Well, it's a recording of the meeting

you had about six years ago with Al Brackman,

Jim Steinbach and Sam Chandler.

When the four of you planned the murder of Ron Carpenter,

the ex-president of local 721,

of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters.

You accusing me of murder, Dave?

I'm not.

Who is?

I guess you didn't hear.

Jack Rinaldi got himself popped early this morning.

The Atlanta police have that tape now.

Oh, and apparently, uh,

Al Brackman spent the better part of the afternoon

talking with a Lieutenant, uh, Brooks.

What's Al talking to the police about?

Gee, I don't know, Bobby.

What do you think?

Al's setting somebody up.

Well, the word is

that Brackman told the cops that you were the one

who set up the hit on Ron Carpenter.

Really.

He said you were the one who put out the contract.

That's a lie.

And you were the one who paid it off.

I don't believe this.

Well, maybe I'm wrong. It's just what I heard.

They do have a full-scale investigation going,

and the word is they're about 24 hours away

from pressing charges.

Well, that's not going to happen.

You don't think Al Brackman would sell you out?

You're wrong.

The man's a common criminal.

First of all, I'm a businessman.

You can skip the disclaimers with me, Al.

Second, Bobby Boyd and Jim Steinbach

have known me my entire life.

They know I'd never go to the police,

and I'd never sell them out.

You've also never faced

murder one charges before, have you, Al?

I did not go to the police.

Then tell Bobby and Jim that.

You son of a bitch.

They're your good friends. Talk to them.

I'm sure they'll listen.

You're trying to set me up.

They'll never believe you.

Well...

Mr. Brackman, would you excuse us?

Mr. O'Malley and I need to talk.

Can't this wait? MATLOCK: No.

He's all yours.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Don't bother.

Your secretary told me where I could find you.

What are you going to do, yell at me?

No.

Yeah, you're going to yell at me.

You're going to yell at me for investigating,

for doing what I do for a living, which I'm damn good at.

I know the Al Brackmans of the world a lot better than you do.

I spend my life working with scum like that. David... David...

This close to... David!

I've made a kind of peace with myself on this.

I know you're not going to stay out of it.

It's against your nature.

I guessed, when you fired Angela,

you weren't firing her.

So I'm just politely asking.

When you are gonna do something,

let me know, so we don't get in each other's way.

Fair?

Fair.

'Cause if you keep going off on your own, I'm gonna deck you.

Okay.

I can't drop the case now. I'm too close.

I said okay, Ben.

Okay.

I had some thoughts about the tape.

Well, let's hear them. All right.

Uh, Jack Rinaldi testified against Sam Chandler.

I know that; I represented him in the trial... Yeah, yeah.

Well, I... Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But, see, he-he could've mentioned the tape.

But he didn't. I know he didn't.

He could've hung Sam.

Yeah, but he didn't

because he wanted to blackmail Sam Chandler and the others.

Yeah, now, Sam was a violent, ruthless man, and ordinarily,

he wouldn't stand still for blackmail.

Damn right he wouldn't.

Yeah. But he had a problem.

That tape was very dangerous to him.

But he couldn't lay a finger on Jack Rinaldi.

No, because the finger'd point back at him.

And that's why they had to take Sam out first, Yeah, Sam...

so they could get to Jack Rinaldi.

Get to Jack. That's right.

That's right. So we're getting somewhere.

Yeah.

Uh, so where is, uh... Angela?

Uh, I have her tailing Al Brackman.

Uh, I have Conrad rechecking alibis,

so we're getting somewhere.

This is good. This is good.

You know, you stick with me,

and you're gonna learn how to do this.

Uh, Mr. Boyd, you have a brother and a sister, don't you?

Yes, I do.

And you're very fond of both of them?

Yes.

And isn't it true that you were friends

with the deceased, Sam Chandler?

In fact, for a while, he even dated your sister,

Kathy Boyd.

They went out for a while.

Yeah.

And then, unless I'm mistaken,

he very abruptly cut it off with your sister,

and she was very hurt,

and you were angry.

Yes.

Did you say anything to Mr. Chandler?

No, I don't think so.

Why not?

Sam and I had a business relationship.

This had nothing to do with it.

Sam Chandler

had a very powerful political and business network

throughout the entire state, didn't he?

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

And often, when he found

uh, particular business opportunities,

he'd give you a piece of the action, wouldn't he?

Sam was very good to me that way. Yeah, yeah...

He-He brought you into the bar business

and then allowed you to buy him out.

And he gave you a minority share

of his trucking concern.

Fact is, you needed Sam Chandler a lot more than he needed you.

And so, when he so cruelly dumped your sister,

there wasn't anything you could do about it.

That must have burned you up.

Well, uh...

This is the tape

that was taken from Jack Rinaldi's body.

You know about this tape?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, if I told you that this tape is a record

of four men, including yourself,

conspiring to murder a local Teamsters' Union president,

and that Jack Rinaldi was using it to blackmail you,

would you then know about the tape?

Not at all.

You know...

I run into this kind of stuff

in cases like this...

all the time.

I guess that's why I know where to look.

If people trip themselves up,

I ask the same questions so often,

I kind of embarrass myself,

but here we go.

Now, Mr. Boyd, this is a bank statement.

It's your bank statement.

See? Boyd.

Right there.

Now, look right here.

You withdrew $115,000

from your account,

just 13 days before Sam Chandler was murdered.

And this is Jack Rinaldi's bank statement, and see?

He deposited that same amount,

on the same day,

into his account.

Now do you know about this tape?

Objection.

Relevancy.

Relevance? It goes to motive!

Mr. Matlock... Relevance?!

Mr. Matlock.

The money... why'd you give it to him?

I wasn't the only one paying him.

No, there were four of you.

And that's why you were meeting at Todd's grill that night

that my client saw you.

You were deciding whether or not

to continue paying Jack Rinaldi, weren't you?

I refuse to answer

on the grounds that it might incriminate me.

Sam Chandler told you not to lay a finger on Jack Rinaldi

because everyone would assume that he had done it

because Jack testified against him

about that big cocaine deal.

He told you that if anything happened

to Jack Rinaldi, he'd come after you,

and that's what you and Al Brackman and Jim Steinbach

were arguing with Sam Chandler about that night,

weren't you?

Did Al Brackman tell you this?

What difference does it make?

Weren't you?

Al Brackman and Jim Steinbach have the same motive as me.

Why don't you go after them?

Because they have one thing you don't have...

An alibi for the time Sam Chandler was murdered.

What are you talking about?

I told you.

I was in bed with my girlfriend that morning...

Renee Thorton.

But that's not true, is it?

This is a traffic ticket for speeding,

issued at 6:30 a.m.

the morning Sam Chandler was murdered.

Now, do you recognize the signature at the bottom?

Mr. Boyd?

It's Renee's signature.

Now, unless Miss Thorton can be in two places at once,

I think you're mistaken about being with her that morning.

Where was she? Where the hell were you?

The larger and more relevant question is, where were you?

I was with a friend.

What's your friend's name?

I can't tell you that.

Your Honor, instruct the witness to answer.

Guess it doesn't matter.

Cops tailed me there, anyway.

I was with Pedro Cruz.

Pe...

The Pedro Cruz?

Drugs?!

Yeah.

We were having breakfast.

I guess, uh, I should call a couple of narcs

as alibi witnesses, huh?

I'll be damned.

Nothing further.

Well...

we got him on conspiracy.

We know he's one of the group that did in that union leader.

Now we got him on dope.

We didn't get him on Sam Chandler though.

No.

We'll have to get somebody else on that.

SAM CHANDLER: At the rate we're going,

the union's gonna run us out of business.

I can't deal with this anymore.

The problem is Carpenter.

I'm gonna know this tape by heart pretty soon.

There's got to be something there.

We should bring someone in.

Could our guy get Carpenter's schedule?

No problem.

Why don't we see if there's any good opportunities

in the next couple weeks.

What is it?

You know, every time I listen to this tape,

I think something's wrong.

Yeah?

I've listened and I've listened.

And you know what it is?

It's not what's on the tape, it's what's not on the tape.

Well...

Now at least I know who we're looking for.

Now, this is the much- talked-about audio tape

recorded at a meeting six years ago.

Are you aware there's a conversation on this tape

about the murder of Ron Carpenter

of Local 721 of the Teamsters?

Yes, I am.

And the Atlanta police department questioned you

about this cassette, didn't they?

Yes, sir.

They wanted to know if I had

any knowledge of Mr. Carpenter's death.

And did you?

No, sir, I did not.

Huh.

You know, that's strange,

because, uh, Bobby Boyd indicated that you were

at that meeting six years ago,

where the murder of Ron Carpenter was discussed.

Mr. Boyd's memory is mistaken.

Mm-hmm.

I wasn't at that meeting.

Oh! Oh, oh...

Well... Oh, well, that explains it.

Explain what?

Well, Bobby Boyd and Jim Steinbach

were both being blackmailed by Jack Rinaldi,

and they assumed that you were, too,

but your voice is-is nowhere to be found on this tape.

I wasn't at that meeting.

Yeah.

Uh, so you were not being blackmailed

by Jack Rinaldi?

No, sir, I was not.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Well, uh...

you know, that brings up an odd question.

Uh, if-if Sam Chandler and Bobby Boyd

and Jim Steinbach were the only ones at that meeting,

who made the tape?

I mean, certainly not one of them.

I haven't the faintest idea.

Huh.

There's something else,

something else strange about this tape, too.

If you listen to it carefully, there are some, like,

inappropriate pauses.

And-And sometimes

the conversation doesn't, doesn't flow.

And sometimes you'll hear a little, kinda little

little glitch, you know.

So, uh, I had this tape

analyzed by an expert, and, uh...

Yeah.

It's been edited.

The tape's been edited.

And this expert is prepared to testify

that somebody who really knew what he was doing

spent a lot of time on this tape.

Now, Mr. Brackman, would you have any idea

who had the tape edited?

No, I do not.

Oh.

But you did know

Jack Rinaldi? Yes, I did.

He worked for your father ten years ago,

didn't he? Yes.

He also worked for Sam Chandler and Bobby Boyd.

Oh, who was he working for

when he testified against Sam Chandler?

The police.

I think he was working for you.

And I think you were at that meeting.

And I think you edited your voice off this tape.

And I think that Jack Rinaldi was working for you,

because you were the only one

who could give him this tape, weren't you?

Objection.

Relevancy.

Does it really matter who he was employed by?

It matters a lot!

Mr. Matlock.

It matters a lot! Mr. Matlock.

It matters a lot!

Sustained.

All right, let's go at this from a different direction.

Who was Arthur Samosa?

He was a very dear friend of mine.

D-Deceased?

He, uh, died about ten years ago, in a freak accident.

Was a bomb under the hood of the car, wasn't it?

That was the speculation at the time.

Well, whose car was he driving?

My father's.

What was he doing in your father's car?

He was bringing it around front to my father.

Oh!

So we can assume that bomb was meant

for your father, can't we?

Did you ever find out who put it there?

No.

Hmm.

You know, things were very different

in Atlanta ten years ago.

There was a real struggle

over control of drugs in the city.

And your father appeared to be emerging as the winner.

Until that bomb.

And then the newspapers were all full of speculation

that Bobby Boyd

or Jim Steinbach

or Sam Chandler

was responsible.

My father never believed that, and neither did I.

Oh, I believe so.

Just stands to reason.

You and your father had to know that, if you retaliated,

there'd be an all-out war.

So he waited...

and he waited, and you waited,

until you could not be implicated

in Ron Carpenter's murder.

And then you edited this tape

and gave it to Jack Rinaldi.

And he used excerpts to blackmail the others.

And then...

when the time came,

and you knew where he would be

and you knew he would be alone,

you killed Sam Chandler.

I was sleeping with my wife

the morning Sam Chandler was killed.

You can call her to the stand and she'll testify to it.

Yeah, I know she would.

Your wife loves you very much.

Uh...

You wear a-a medical alert bracelet

because you're allergic to penicillin.

Yes, I do.

You have it on now and you wear it always?

Yes.

Yeah, yeah.

The, uh...

the autopsy...

on, uh, Sam Chandler...

says... that the index finger on his right hand was broken

at the time of death.

Did you know that?

No, I did not know that.

Yeah, yeah.

And according to several tests by the medical examiner,

it was determined that that finger was broken

shortly before Mr. Chandler died.

But no one's able to determine

how it was broken.

Um...

You remember that day you and I met in the park,

you know, out by Travel Town, by the trains?

Oh, yes, I do.

Yeah.

You were, you were, uh, you were wearing your, uh,

medical alert bracelet at that time?

Of course.

No, you weren't.

See?

Where did you get those?

Well, I took several of these pictures for you,

if you remember.

Remember?

Oh, and this morning, when, uh, when you left the house,

the police arrived with a warrant,

and they got these pictures for me.

And, as you can see, you are not wearing

your bracelet.

See, there's a blowup.

Why not?

I-I don't know.

Did you break it?

I-I-I forget.

How?

I-I-I don't, I don't remember.

Do you know where you broke it?

No, I d-d...

What difference does it make?!

Well...

Here's a gentleman...

Mr. Vincent Maretta.

You recognize him?

He will testify

that he repaired the clasp

on your bracelet.

And it appeared to him that someone had

torn that clasp apart,

as if it were ripped right off your arm.

And I think that's what happened.

When you shot Sam Chandler,

he knew it was you; he saw you.

He knew about the bracelet; he saw it.

Just before he died, he grabbed it and ripped it off your arm

in hopes it would identify you as his killer.

And that's how he broke his finger.

And that's why...

you're not wearing your bracelet in these pictures.

Now...

ladies and gentlemen,

that may not be sufficient proof for an indictment.

But it is sufficient to cast

a reasonable doubt

as to the guilt of my client.

And it's enough for the good officers

of the Atlanta police department to launch an investigation.

And when they do,

I'm sure they'll find that you were not

at home with your wife that day.

You were somewhere else.

They'll find somebody who saw you

headed out toward Sam's place,

maybe heard the shot,

maybe saw you going back again.

Pretty soon, you'll find yourself

back in here.

Only you won't be sitting there,

you'll be sitting over there...

in hopes someone can defend you.

Nothing further.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant, David O'Malley,

not guilty.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

This court stands adjourned.

Here they come.

Mr. Matlock, can I have some photos, please?

Shake my hand. Hmm?

Shake my hand.

Oh. Thank you, Ben.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me, Mr. O'Malley. Were you worried?

With Ben Matlock representing me? Never.

You never thought about taking over your own defense?

Not for a minute.

This man's the best.

I would never consider trying to second-guess him.

Want to go to Templin's to celebrate?

Yeah. What do you think?

What's Templin's?

It's a bar. Right?

It's got music and drinks

Mmm! And good food.

And there's a booth in the back that's good for us and...

Oh!

And they can sit in front.

Of course.