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Ah.

Fill me in.

Your meeting's in the conference room,

and Atlanta Tonight wants you at the station at 5:00.

Fine. Here's the proof sheet

from that photo session yesterday.

Oh. Oh. This one. I look adorable.

Have the prints made up and sent out

with the press release on the takeover.

Yes, ma'am.

Maggie, Donald.

Bobby.

Chrissie. As always, a pleasure.

Let's cut to the chase, shall we?

As you already know, the SEC has approved my takeover plans.

Within a week, I will control each of your companies.

Bobby, this is not personal.

Not personal? My company's my whole life.

I created it with my own blood, sweat

and tears.

Sugar.

You're low, Katie.

Heartless, low.

But consistent.

You still want the same thing you wanted

in the first grade.

What did I want, Chrissie?

More.

Katie, you're a powerful businesswoman.

Given. But you're a lousy cook.

Really, sugar?

I'm the cookie lady.

Maggie, you understand why I'm doing this,

don't you?

Perfectly.

I am taking over each of your companies.

Accept it gracefully and you can keep your titles

and salaries.

Fight me,

you'll wind up with zilch.

Miss White, the bakery.

It's an emergency.

Think it over.

Where are the samples of my new line of cookies

for the show tonight?

They're in a tin on your desk.

Good.

You have 24 hours.

Witch.

Out of my way!

Get back, please. Let me through.

Who did this?

Miss White, there's something wrong with this oven.

It will be working fine,

then all of the sudden, it goes berserk.

I told you to fix it.

I've had the repairman out here five times.

He never finds anything wrong.

Well, you get him back out here, show him this mess,

and tell him that unless he wants his fanny sued,

he damn well better find something wrong.

And on the business front,

rumors are rife of a takeover bid

in the cutthroat world of designer cookies.

Katie White, the founder of Miss Katie's Cookies,

is rumored to be planning a takeover

of several of her competitors.

I talked to her earlier,

and I asked Miss White if it was true

she was planning a hostile takeover.

Hostile?

Little ol' me?

Sugar, all I do is bake the world's best cookies.

We also talked to the heads

of the companies targeted for takeover:

Donald Ware, the founder of Health Cookies.

Uh, no, no comment. No comment.

Maggie Shore of Margaret's Muffins.

Was Miss White's hostile takeover bid

a surprise to you, Miss Shore?

I don't know anything about this.

And Miss Chrissie Dubin, the founder of the Pie Lady shops.

No comment at this time.

We also tried to talk to Bobby Neil,

of Bobby's Outrageous Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Mr. Neil, could we have a comment about...?

Get out of here! Get out!

Mr. Neil, please! Mr. Neil?

But rumor has it that by tomorrow evening,

we should know which way

Atlanta's cookies are going to crumble.

Let's turn now to weather.

You know, Bobby's an old friend of mine.

I was his first investor.

Did pretty well.

Hmm. Well, he sure looks unhappy tonight.

Oh, you should have heard him on the phone

when I told him there wasn't much I could do

about that takeover.

It's a shame.

He's worked really hard.

I'm sure he's a wonderful guy,

but Miss Katie's Cookies are better than his.

How can you say that?

Her cookies are nothing

but little, round, brown blobs of grease.

Miss Katie's cookies are soft and chewy.

Bobby's, you need a jackhammer.

Bobby's cookies are crisp and crunchy.

You want cereal to be crisp and crunchy!

You want cookies to be soft and chewy!

You know, I always thought of you as a man of great taste.

Well, yeah.

But your taste in cookies...

is impeccable!

Miss Katie's cookies are nothing

but little, round, brown blobs of grease.

I'm going home.

Well, what about dinner?

Well, what are you fixing?

Hot dogs.

Pork or beef?

Let's go out.

You order yours, I'll order mine.

We'll talk about baseball.

Can we focus up here on beam number two?

Yeah. Remember we gotta check it here.

I'll go check on Miss White.

Just a little blush.

My skin is perfect.

Oh, and hollow my cheeks a little.

Don't want the viewers to think

my cookies are fattening.

Bobby, what are you doing here?

You gave us 24 hours to answer.

Call my attorney.

He's handling the takeover.

What's the matter, Katie?

Does the personal approach make you nervous?

You stay away from me.

Somebody's got to teach you a lesson, lady.

Get a security guard.

What's the matter with you, Katie?

You think it's okay to take a man's life?

I got nothing else: no wife, no kids,

just my business to show for my life!

Do you understand what

I'm saying to you?

Oh, thank God!

Bobby Neil just threatened me.

I want him removed immediately.

Oh, he's gone.

I've heard people say

that they're addicted to your cookies.

Now, what do you put in them

that makes them so good?

Oh, I'm afraid that's a secret.

Protecting your cookies, huh?

Well, after all,

there is a lot of competition out there.

Well, hey, there's nothing wrong

with protecting your cookies.

So what have you got in there?

Well, it just so happens I brought some samples

of a brand-new cookie I've developed.

Goes on sale next week.

I call it "The Kitchen Sink Cookie"

because it has everything in it:

chocolate chips, raisins, oatmeal.

Yet it's soft like all my cookies.

Mm, that's outstanding.

Aren't you gonna join me?

Oh, be happy to.

Hey, just one.

So tell me,

tell me the truth, do you ever have a craving

for just, say, a plain cracker?

Better call the paramedic!

Go to a commercial!

Ben, the cops think I killed Katie White.

Well, I didn't.

And they say I threatened her.

Well, I didn't!

I was just trying to talk some sense into her!

And, Ben, listen,

that cookie tin, they say I was alone with it.

All right, maybe I was, but I didn't

put poison in it.

Can I have a glass of water?

Guard! Guard! Water!

I did not doctor those cookies, Ben.

Hell, if I wanted to kill her,

I'd just strangle her with my own bare hands.

Ben, listen!

I am.

Now, look, I know what you're thinking.

I didn't want her to buy me out.

All right, I didn't, but I did not kill her!

You believe me?!

Yeah.

Well, why don't you say something!

It's hard to talk at 2:00 in the morning, Bobby.

Well, hello, Ben.

Who's the water for?

Well, uh,

Bob, you might as well turn Bobby loose.

He's not under arrest or anything.

You don't have anything to hold him on. Come on, Bobby.

Well, I'm very sorry, Ben, but now he is under arrest.

Oh, come on!

Cookies indentical to the one

that killed Katie White were found in his garbage can.

What?

Maggie Shore, Donald Ware, Bobby Neil and Chrissie Dubin,

they were all here when I came in

to tell Katie she was needed in the kitchen.

Did, did everybody hear you tell her about the cookie?

I said I had put the samples in her office.

Well, maybe somebody got in that cookie tin in her office

before the TV station.

It's right down the hall.

Ah.

Just got the police report.

Katie White died of anaphylactic shock.

What's that?

She was allergic to hazelnuts.

That's what killed her? Yeah.

That's why no one else on the show was affected.

Well, come on.

Whoever heard of a hazelnut killing anybody?

There are some people... Not a lot,

but some... who are so allergic to certain foods and medicines

that the minute they take them, they go into shock.

Their blood pressure drops, their heart can stop beating

and they can die.

Well, I'll be.

Hazelnut.

You know, sometimes, when I eat a bunch of them,

I feel a little funny.

I always thought it was gas.

Allergic. She know it?

Yeah.

A lot of people did.

Couple of years ago, she was at a banquet

for people in the food industry.

Nobody told her there were hazelnuts

in the sauce for the chicken.

She went into shock, almost died.

Well, put my leg in a tea kettle.

Hazelnuts. In here.

Oh.

I put a dozen cookies in the tin

and left it sitting on her desk, right there.

That door always locked?

Of course.

No one would dare enter without her permission.

All of her cookies kind of looked the same, didn't they?

Yes.

Whoever killed her had to make sure

that his cookies looked just like hers.

Do you know where she kept the recipe?

In a safe in the bakery.

Coming through here.

Not again!

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

I put in the batter, I set the timer,

I turn it on and the next thing I know,

that thing's going a zillion miles an hour.

This is a brand-new machine!

You must've done something.

Hey, I'm telling you what happened, okay?

You, get this cleaned up here.

Right away.

This is the third time in two weeks!

Hey, I didn't do nothin'.

This is nice!

Have you always worked out of your home?

Fits in with the pie lady image.

Thank you, Leticia.

Here you go, a cup of coffee

and a nice, warm piece of rhubarb pie.

Rhubarb!

My favorite.

I thought so.

It's getting so I just have to look at a person

to know what their favorite pie is.

Mmm!

My mother used to make rhubarb pie.

But I don't know...

Mine's better?

Daggone.

Mmm, I believe it is.

Well, I better get down to business.

So, Katie White.

We were best friends,

uh, lived right around the corner from each other,

went to grade school, high school and college together,

even went into business together...

Catering.

Finish your pie.

Well...

Oh, you look very trim.

Well, I, I try.

But this is so good! Mm.

What happened?

Between you and Katie.

Hmm, the man she was in love with

fell in love with me.

While I was busy being in love, she stole the business.

Oh.

And now she was gonna steal your pie business.

Oh.

I can't get over this.

I'm glad.

After the meeting...

With Katie.

What did you do?

We all left, I went home.

Was your housekeeper...

Oh, no, that was her afternoon off.

You're thinking

I could've gone back, slipped into Katie's office

and put those hazelnut cookies in that cookie tin.

Could have,

but didn't, Mr. Matlock.

Well...

you knew she was allergic to hazelnuts.

Everybody knew.

She collapsed at a banquet

in front of several hundred people.

Yeah.

Oh, boy, this is good pie.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Well, like I say, you give great pie.

Oh, oh...

You sure know how to talk, don't you?

Hi, Michelle. Hi.

The usual?

You bet. Blueberry muffin,

cup of coffee to go.

That's wonderful, right from the oven.

You think you can take a break?

Yeah.

Um, bring it to the table. Sure.

Jeannie, I'm taking five. Okay, Maggie.

Here you go. Thanks.

Uh-huh, no problem. Thank you.

Oh, boy.

I've, uh, been expecting you.

I heard that Ben is taking on

the Bobby Neil case. Yeah.

So, uh, Katie was gonna take over your business, huh?

And I was angry, frustrated and helpless.

Last year, you were real excited about some guy you were dating.

He was in, um, he was

in advertising, I think?

For about a month or so, you were on top of the world

and then all of a sudden, it was over.

Word does get around, doesn't it?

Bobby Neil says that Katie took your boyfriend away.

Well, Michelle.

Well, Maggie.

She took your boyfriend,

she was gonna take your business...

Bobby remembers seeing you get into your car and drive away

after that meeting at her place.

Why shouldn't I have?

I came back here and worked till closing.

Well, this place is always crowded late in the day.

It would've been easy to slip away

for half an hour without anybody noticing.

You're off base, Michelle.

You're way off base.

All right, here we go now.

Go ahead, go, go.

That's good.

A dozen more on this order

and then we'll ship it out.

Hey. Hey.

Where does this stuff go?

It gets put on a truck and delivered

to all Miss Katie's cookie shops.

They bake on the premises there.

What about the cookies you bake here?

Well, we just box them up and ship them out

to the local restaurants and department stores.

What's to keep a guy from just... taking the recipe

and then going into business for himself?

Nobody knows the recipe.

It's been locked up in that safe over there.

Then how do the cookies get made?

I put in a certain amount of one thing

and somebody else will put in

a certain amount of something else,

somebody else puts... Something else.

So, everybody knows part of the recipe,

but nobody knows the whole thing. Right.

Y'all ever think about getting your heads together

and comparing notes?

Katie White's figured that out, too.

See, if somebody tries putting this recipe together,

you get a $20,000 bonus for turning them in.

That's a good one. Yeah.

But you know one way of whipping up a batch,

you just get yourself some of this batter,

stick it in a plastic bag

and sneak it out of here.

Anybody who works here can do that, huh?

Not me.

See ya later!

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Anyway, when I came to, he was gone.

Security guard wasn't even there.

Conrad, what's the matter with you?

I got kicked in the head!

Now, wait a minute,

weren't you the one that asked me to go over there

and work undercover in the first place?

Well, yeah, but if you wanted something

out of the personnel office, why...

Didn't you just ask for it? Yeah.

Because they'd get suspicious.

They'd figure out I was a spy.

Well, somebody must have anyway.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be putting

that ice on your head.

I guess you got that right.

What were you looking for?

Don't you think the only way

the killer could fool Katie White

was by stealing dough from her bakery

and then mixing ground-up hazelnuts into it?

And then baking that tin of cookies?

Well, what were you looking for in the personnel office?

Well, I'm figuring that the killer

hired an accomplice to steal the dough.

What's that got to do with the personnel office?

For the past four weeks,

nothing has been working right in that kitchen.

The ovens have been overheating,

the mixers have been going crazy,

the refrigerators are breaking down,

and I figure it's because the killer's accomplice

was hired in the last month.

He's been doing a little industrial sabotage.

Oh...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, his name and when he was hired would be in the files.

Did you get them?

Yeah.

Only the guy who clobbered me took them.

You remember any names?

When I came to, I could barely remember my own.

Oh.

Look, in the morning, I'll get up,

and I'm gonna go to work again.

What if the fellow who clobbered you clobbers you again?

Tomorrow, I've got a better chance.

It was dark, I couldn't see his face.

He doesn't think I can identify him.

You mean you can?

You want something?

Nice shoes.

I like what they did

to my face last night.

Get up!

Wake up. Hey, hey, hey.

What the hell's going on here?

Get out of here, both of you!

You're fired!

Will you look at this place?

Who do you work for?

I work for bakery.

Uh-uh.

Who's paying you to sabotage

that equipment in there and steal cookie dough?

Uh, no steal.

I work for bakery! Oh, no.

Then why did you jump me last night?

You work for immigration.

I don't work for immigration.

I hear you.

Always asking questions.

I think maybe you look for my friends.

I followed you!

I see you look for my address!

Look, look... I stop you

so that I can tell friends to go so you cannot arrest them.

Look, that says private investigator,

not immigration... I'm not after your address or your friends.

You know you almost put your foot through my head last night?

And a bucket through my jaw in there?

You may not be illegal, but assault and battery is.

You, my friend, had better start talking.

Mr. Matlock, this is the fastest moving idea in America.

To your health.

Hey, cookies. Oat bran.

It'll clean out your pipes, lower your cholesterol,

put a bounce in your step and a song in your heart.

Eat a dozen a day, keeps the doctor away.

No salt, no sugar, no fat, no preservatives.

Oh, it sounds too good to be true.

You gotta tune into your body, Mr. Matlock.

It wants healthy, it craves thin,

it demands the health cookie.

Mmm.

Tell me you love it.

Mmm.

What do you wanna talk about?

Katie White?

Wouldn't hurt.

Well, Katie and I were old...

Well, not so old... But bitter enemies.

I would spend thousands of dollars

researching the ideal location for a cookie store.

And the minute before I sign the lease,

guess who'd open a shop

right across the street? Katie?

I'd charge $3.00 a pound for cookies,

she'd charge $2.95.

I'd stay open till 7:00, she'd stay open till 8:00.

I'd run a special

and she'd run a better special.

Aggressive, wasn't she?

She hated me.

Anything to knock me out of the box.

Have another cookie.

Well...

Clean your pipes.

After you left her conference room...

I went for a drive

and as I drove away, I had a thought.

What if, instead of waiting for Katie to buy us out,

the four of us got together and bought her out?

So, I got on my car phone and called the others.

They all have car phones?

Well, Maggie Shore doesn't.

Uh, she was back at her muffin shop when I talked to her.

But Bobby and Chrissie do.

Mm-hmm.

How long were you in your car when you reached them?

Ten, 15 minutes.

Actually, I never did talk

to Chrissie. You didn't?

I got a recording saying she was away from her car.

But I got Bobby and Maggie.

There's no flour in that either.

No?

Wanna know what holds it together?

Yeah.

You think I'm gonna tell you?

Oh, forgive me, I've just come from Donald Ware's

and I ate a carload of his cookies.

Like them?

Not especially,

but he said they'd be so good for my pipes.

Now, let's see.

You said before, when you left the meeting at Katie's, you came

right back here. That's right.

How long a drive is that?

Hmm, about 30 minutes or so.

So, if someone tried to get you on your car phone, say,

15 minutes after you left,

they should be able to reach you, shouldn't they?

I suppose.

Donald Ware said that, that he tried to call you

and he got a recording saying you weren't in your car.

Oh, wait a minute, I remember.

I stopped for gas.

When the engine's turned off,

you automatically get the recording.

Did you use a credit card?

Oh, no. Cash.

Ah.

Wow...

Is this you?

I was nine years old.

That was my grandmother.

Her chocolate chip cookies had just won a blue ribbon

at the state fair.

Who's the other girl?

Katie White.

Oh.

Your grandmother had won a blue ribbon with her cookies.

Katie went into the cookie business and you didn't.

How come?

She beat me to it.

And now, if you will excuse me, Mr. Matlock,

I have a lot of calls to make.

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

Sure, sure.

Take it with you.

Oh, no.

I, uh, I...

Well, maybe.

Maybe for later

or for a friend or...

Well, the hell with him, you gave it to me.

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Chrissie Dubin's in there with John Schneider.

Who's he?

He's a baker at Katie White's cookie factory.

You know, that fella that kicked me in the head?

I know somebody did.

Anyway, I thought he was the one that was sabotaging the kitchen.

He wasn't? No.

And in exchange for not pressing charges,

he fingered John Schneider.

Oh.

You following Chrissie?

Yeah.

She wasn't where she said she was

when she left that meeting.

You think this Schneider fella's the one

that stole the cookie dough? I think so.

She might be in there paying him off.

Want to say hi? Yeah.

Yeah... Yeah, I'll do it.

What do you want?

We'd like to speak with you and Ms. Dubin, if we might.

What is it, Mr. Matlock?

And make it fast, because I'm calling my attorney.

Or don't you know there are laws against harassment?

Do that; you're gonna need him.

What are you talking about?

You hired Mr. Schneider here

to steal the dough that killed Miss White.

What are you talking about?

You were not in your car when Donald Ware called.

You weren't at the gas station, either.

You were in Katie White's office,

planting those cookies.

Is that what you're going to say in court?

You bet.

Then you're going to make a fool of yourself.

You really will, Mr. Matlock.

See, because I wasn't in Katie's office,

and I wasn't at the gas station.

I came straight here.

We're lovers, Mr. Matlock.

We have to meet here right now.

John's married, but soon all that's going to change.

Good enough for you, Mr. Matlock?

And if our word isn't good enough,

why don't you talk to the desk clerk.

Or the guy that brought us dinner.

Or the maid who brought us fresh towels.

Ask anybody.

Now...

if you'll excuse us.

Thank you.

If you need me, I'll be right across the hall.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe I'd do something that dumb.

Now... It was dumb.

Now... Well, how c... how could I,

without real proof, accuse this woman of murder

and the man of being her accomplice?

When all they were doing was meeting at a motel

'cause he's married and because they wanted to...

you know.

It's just one of those...

Dumb.

I knew better than that 20 years ago.

Maybe I'm getting too old for this business.

Now, stop that.

You're not too old.

Your mind is still sharp.

I mean, the cases

you win.

Mm, well...

And look at you.

You're healthy, you're tall... your hair

and your figure.

Well, yeah, but...

it's still dumb.

You can't hold that against yourself.

Every now and then, everybody

does something really dumb.

No, I'm sorry, I didn't...

No, it was dumb. It's okay.

It's dumb.

What's all that?

Ms. White's correspondence.

The attorney who's handling her estate said

I should just leave it in here for now.

What are these?

Prints of the photo she was gonna send out

with the press release on the takeover.

It was taken just the day before she died.

Beautiful woman.

I wasn't dumb.

Just premature.

Uh...

Ms. Dubin, I understand that you used to be in business

with, uh, Katie White.

For about a year after college,

we ran a catering business, yes.

What became of the business?

I sold my share to Katie,

and after about six months, she gave it up.

Couldn't make it without you?

Katie was a great promoter but a lousy cook.

If she was such a lousy cook, where'd she get

the cookie recipe that made her a millionaire

several times over?

She got lucky.

Huh.

Your grandmother won first prize

for her chocolate chip cookies in the 1967 Georgia State Fair,

is that not true?

Yes. I contacted the fair people,

and the Homemaking Division keeps a record

of all their blue ribbon winners and their recipes,

and those recipes are very seriously

kept under lock and key,

very confidential.

Like many government, uh, secrets.

I had to subpoena

to get a copy of your, of your grandmother's.

Your Honor.

Uh...

does it look familiar?

That was over 20 years ago.

Yeah.

Well, this is a copy of the cookie recipe

for Katie White's chocolate chip cookies.

They're exactly the same, aren't they?

Yes.

They're identical.

Katie White stole that recipe.

She took your grandma's recipe, that was rightly yours,

and used it to establish one of the most successful

business ventures the state of Georgia

has ever seen, didn't she?

Objection. Irrelevant.

Irrelevant?! Goes to motive.

What's the matter with you? Please!

Direct your remarks to the bench, Mr. Matlock.

It goes to motive, Your Honor.

What's the matter with you? Mr. Matlock.

Yes, sir? The bench.

But it does go to motive, Your Honor.

Objection overruled.

She took it right out from under you, didn't she?

Yes. Why didn't you do anything about it?

My lawyer said that the case

would be almost impossible to prove.

And-And-And when... when the rumors started

that she intended to take over your pie company,

what'd you do about that?

Once again, there was nothing I could do.

I think, this time, you tried fighting back.

Who's John Schneider?

He's my friend.

Friend?

Motel friend.

Irrelevant!

Oh, come on!

The bench.

A few more moments, Your Honor.

You better watch it.

Yes, sir.

Go ahead.

Yeah.

Where does he work?

At Miss Katie's Cookies central bakery and warehouse.

Mm-hmm. Where'd he work before that?

For me.

When the takeover rumors started,

you asked your boyfriend, John Schneider,

to get a job at Katie White's bakery,

so he could sabotage the operation,

didn't you? No.

John's a baker.

We have a complicated relationship, as you well know,

and so, for that reason, he took a job at Katie's.

Then why did all the equipment suddenly start breaking apart

within a week after he was hired?

I don't know anything about that.

You knew that Katie White was deathly allergic

to hazelnuts, didn't you?

Everybody knew. Would she

ever have eaten that cookie that killed her,

if it hadn't looked exactly like all the other cookies

that came from her bakery?

I... I don't know.

And-And-And the only way it could look like

all the other cookies, was for it to have been made

from batter that came from her bakery, right?

I don't know.

John Schneider stole batter from her bakery

and gave it to you, so that you could, once and for all,

avenge yourself on Katie White, didn't he?

Objection! No foundation.

Pure speculation.

Not so! It's not speculation!

Mr. Matlock!

It's not speculation.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure!

We do not yell at the bench.

Oh, I'm sorry. I apologize, Your Honor.

I apologize. You're very close to contempt.

Oh, no... oh, no.

This will all tie together.

All right. Overruled.

Uh, for a long time,

I thought those hazelnut cookies

were planted after the takeover meeting.

But you knew that cookie tin was in her office

before the meeting,

because John Schneider, who worked there, told you,

didn't he? No.

You made a big batch of cookies

with batter from her bakery,

laced them with ground-up hazelnuts,

went into her office before the meeting,

replaced the cookies in the tin with yours,

got rid of the originals,

took what was left over of yours over to Bobby Neal's

and planted them in his garbage, didn't you?

No, I did no such thing.

Except for the meeting, I never set foot in Katie's office.

This is a picture...

of Katie White...

taken the day before she died.

What's that on her desk?

A paperweight.

What's in the paperweight?

A half a dollar bill.

That is half...

the first bill...

that you and Katie made

in your catering business, isn't it?

Yes.

After you left this morning,

the police went to your house and retrieved this

from your office.

Tell the court what it is.

It's the first dollar bill I made as the Pie Lady.

Is it?

Read...

the serial number

on this half a bill

that's in the paperweight... use this.

B-9-6...

2-1...

3-4-2-2-D.

Now read this serial number.

B-9-6-2-1-3-4-

2-2-D.

They're the same.

If you examine this dollar closely,

you'll see it's two halves

that have been taped together...

Your half and Katie White's half.

You took this bill from her office...

when you planted the cookie that would kill her.

I thought I was dumb

when I accused you at the motel.

Forgive me for saying it,

but you were dumber

when you took this bill from her office.

It was a symbol of your rivalry.

And...

with it, you finally beat Katie White, didn't you?

It's one of those awful twists of fate.

You finally won.

But in winning, you lost.