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for you to be up, isn't it?

I've got a hair appointment.

Then I'm having my nails done.

Then lunch with Suzanne.

Never a moment to yourself, is there,
dear?

No smoking at the table, Mitchell.

Are you just getting in?

Four parties.

Don't you find your lifestyle or travel
expensive?

In the unlikely event I want your
advice, you'll be the

first to know.

You think I don't know how tight the two
of you are?

Well, I do.

Whether you like it or not.

Albert. I've gone to Hong Kong five
times already this morning.

I told you to stonewall them, Philip.

They have several other buyers waiting
in the wings.

I've investigated.

They're not bluffing.

If we don't close this in 30 minutes,
we'll lose it.

Let them wait.

Come on, Albert.

I've put in six months on this deal. I
run this company, Philip.

In case you've forgotten.

I could never forget that, Albert.

Oh, good morning, Phil. Morning,
Michelle.

Oh.

His fangs are showing this morning.

Mr. Gordon, why did you cancel the
installation order I put in for a PR3

The one that would have given you access
to my personal computer?

Mr. Gordon, I have nothing but the
utmost respect for your privacy. It's at

top of my list.

But if I'm supposed to be your in -house
counsel, I have to stay up to date, and

you rarely have time to brief me.

It seems all I do is sit around and wait
for someone to sue you.

Excuse me, Miss Thomas.

Here's your tea.

Also, Mr.

Douglas is in the foyer.

He seems to think you'll want to see
him, even though he hasn't got an

appointment. Sure, ma 'am.

I'm totally satisfied with your
performance, Michelle.

Anything else?

Mr. Douglas.

Morning, Mr. Gordon.

What have you got?

Good day, Mr. Gordon, sir.

Father.

You're late.

I was checking out the jet.

Philip flies to Antwerp tomorrow.

Philip? Why is Philip going?

Because in my opinion, I think Philip
should represent us.

And if I'm going to be second in command
around here, I think you should... Oh,

shut up, Eric.

Don't talk to me like that.

Get out of here.

Hello,

darling.

You look in need of champagne.

Lawrence, bring the glasses in straight
away, please. Never mind the champagne.

Just leave us alone.

I don't know what you two are up to, but
you're not going to make a fool out of

me, Fiona.

What are you saying?

These were taken last weekend.

Look at them.

Don't understand.

Look.

There.

Yes, this is Brother Eric.

I'm a city drink.

All right, I'll be there.

Mr. Gordon, as long as we're both here
early, why don't we... You have

heard how the murder weapon was found in
Eric Gordon's car the morning after the

murder.

You have also heard evidence to the
effect that he was seen both entering

leaving the scene of the crime the night
of the murder.

Most importantly, you've heard...

On the previous day, Eric Gordon had an
ugly and public quarrel with his

father.

I believe that it has been proved beyond
all reasonable doubt that the unlawful

killer of Albert Gordon was his son.

Take those files down to the courthouse.
I'm a model of efficiency.

Mail call.

Occupant.

Occupant. Bill.

Bill.

Bill. Bill.

Occupant.

No love letters?

No hate mail either.

Oh, and this came from Trader Ed's.

They look just like your old shoes.

They are just like my old shoes.

How do they feel?

I guess they need breaking in.

Ben Matlock.

Oh, one moment, please.

Long distance operator.

This is Ben Matlock.

Yes, I'll hold.

Overseas.

London?

I wonder what anybody from London wants
with me.

Yes. Then Matlock to see Laura Gordon.

Is Miss Gordon expecting you?

Yes. Come in, please.

Wait here, sir, please.

Some yeah some no

Miss Gordon's gone out, and I've no idea
when she's returning.

Could you come back another time?

Oh, well, um... Oh, Miss Gordon's taken
you on.

Well, she offered me the job. I didn't
take it yet.

Would you like to have a look at her
horse?

Her horse?

In the stable yard.

I have to be honest with you, I'm afraid
of horses.

Well, you're not only independent, but
courageous as well.

Well, not really.

Do you mind if I sit down? I've got on a
new shoe and they're just killed.

Oh, please be careful.

It's George III.

Sybil, has a Mr. Matlock called for me?

Mr. Matlock. Yes.

I went to the airport to pick you up and
I must have missed you. I'm sorry.

Oh, that's okay. We were just getting
acquainted.

This is Sybil Gordon, my stepmother.

And this is Mr. Matlock, the lawyer I've
hired to retry Eric's case.

What's this all about, Laura?

I have arranged a trial, a mock trial,
to draw attention to Eric's case.

You see, with Mr. Matlock here to give
Eric a better defense, we can get public

support for a rehearing of his case.

Sounds like a tasteless publicity stunt.

You don't understand, Sybil.

You see, everything about this trial
will be exactly like a real one.

All the rules of an English court will
be strictly enforced.

I have arranged to have retired Judge
Woolsey preside, and I have even got

egomaniac Sir Alec Moore to repeat his
prosecution.

It's out of the question.

Sybil, please.

This is Eric's last chance, and everyone
has been very cooperative.

Of course, the fact that you're
contesting our dear father's will so

a dime until this whole thing is settled
might have something to do with that.

Mr. Matlock, my brother, Mitchell.

We've met, sort of.

Look, Eric is my brother, too.

But all the evidence indicates that he
murdered our father.

I know the evidence indicates that, but
it was circumstantial.

That's right.

Mr. Matlock, will you take this case?

I don't know.

I did notice something fairly
interesting in the transcripts of the

Yes? Yeah, nobody seemed to look too
closely at other family members who

have committed this crime.

Beg your pardon?

Oh, I'm not saying one of you did. I
just said nobody seemed to look too

at one of you who might have. And if I
were to do this, I'd have to.

I've got a date.

What do you mean?

Well, for instance, where were you at

the time of the murder?

What? I just wanted you to see what it
would be like.

Where were you?

I was at home, reading.

Can you corroborate that?

Well...

You signed a premarital agreement with
your husband, didn't you?

How did you know?

Figures.

He'd be worth a lot more dead than
divorced.

She had a lot to gain.

Yeah.

She wasn't the only one.

A lot of times I wished he was dead, but
I didn't kill him.

It wasn't in me.

Well, do you have any idea who might
have?

No, I don't.

Your father was several times a
millionaire before the

family moved from America to England,
right?

Yeah. And when he was murdered, he was a
billionaire.

It's a good, clean motive.

I wonder why just then.

What do you mean, just then? Well, when
somebody's murdered, usually there's a

reason why at a particular time.

I wonder why your father was killed at
his particular time.

I don't know.

Prosecution says your car was seen in
front of his building.

I didn't do it.

Well, now...

You went somewhere.

I got a phone call from a girl who
didn't tell me what her name was.

She just told me that my brother
Mitchell was drunk, so I went to pick

bring him home.

Will you take the case?

Will you represent him?

I don't know.

I... I just don't know.

It is interesting, though, isn't it?

I've never done anything like this
before.

And it's as close as I'll ever come to
arguing a case in the British court.

But I wouldn't want to take it on unless
I could show you some real progress.

Let me look into it.

Albert was an old friend of my father's.
So when he offered me this job, I took

it, and here I am.

What did you do for it?

Not much.

I was supposed to be a confidential
assistant in private counsel, although

never confided much.

He sounded like a strange fellow.

He wasn't ordinary.

As comfortable as I am.

Oh.

Well, the state of the crime can give
you a little bit of a creep.

Yeah. Has this door been kept locked?

Yeah, the police locked it after the
murder and Lawrence kept it locked since

the trial.

All this time?

Lawrence lifted.

Why?

You, I suppose.

The transcript said that Albert put up a
little bit of a fight.

Yeah, I guess so.

And the coroner's report said that he
was murdered between 7 and 10 p .m.

Would the front doors have been locked
then?

They get locked at 6 .30.

Who has the keys?

I do. Albert did.

His two sons, Eric and Mitchell, and
Laura, of course.

Anybody else?

Phillip Dudley, Albert's executive VP,
and Sybil, Albert's wife.

What's this?

Sealing wax.

Albert was, as you suggest, a little
eccentric.

It amused him to seal documents with the
family crest with this.

Oh.

Well, that was found over there.

Yes.

Anything else I should see?

Well, actually, I don't know if this is
relevant or not, but it is kind of odd.

Last week, we received a bill from a
private detective for services performed

for Mr. Gordon before he died.

What kind of service?

Bill didn't say.

Think you could set up an appointment
with this fellow?

I'd like to know about that bill. Tell
me, tell me exactly what you did for

Albert Gordon before he died.

Mr. Gordon hired me to do some
surveillance work to log the movements

certain subject.

Take photographs.

Well, who was the subject?

The girl, Fiona Maxwell, his mistress.

His mistress?

Didn't it occur to you that she might
have had something to do with his

Why didn't you come forward at the
trial?

I maintain the confidentiality of my
clients, alive or dead.

And, incidentally, if you should require
any investigative services during your

stay here, I shall be pleased to make
myself available.

You wouldn't happen to still have the
negatives?

Better than that.

There you go, sir.

Nicely composed, wouldn't you say?

Did Albert Gordon say why he wanted
these taken?

No, I assumed he thought she was
cheating on him. That's usually why it's

My instructions were to take photographs
of everyone who went in and out of our

home over the course of a weekend.

Did he say anything when he saw her?

Yes. He said, Damn, I should have known.

Maybe you better give me this woman's
address.

I don't know if Maxwell doesn't live
here anymore.

Are you sure?

Absolutely sure.

If you don't believe me, come in and see
for yourself.

She's gone all right.

Yeah.

You know where she moved to?

No. I only wish I did.

Why? Easiest job I ever had. That's why.

She gave me a weekly salary.

But only asked me to work on Wednesdays.
He just worked one day a week?

He had the same deal. Ask him.

Then out of the blue, she told us she
was moving and asked us to come in today

and clear up.

Nearly broke my heart. Fear flattened
me.

Do you have any idea what she did on the
days you weren't here?

No.

Now, if you don't mind, we have work to
do.

You'll pay to clean the place, not run a
tour.

Get back to work.

What do you want?

Are you the owner?

That's right.

Do you know a woman named Fiona Maxwell?

Why? Well, we were looking for her. She
owes him some money.

Yeah.

What?

Damn.

What are you looking at?

Where'd you get those shoes?

If you're interested in buying this,
make an appointment with the broker.

Here's her card.

There's the door.

Well, I just wanted to know... Thank you
very much.

Good day.

What makes him such hot stuff?

That was Robert Harris.

He runs a casino in London as well as
several other businesses that are

less than legitimate.

Did you get my drift?

Where to now?

The Gordon estate.

I got something to tell Laura.

What?

I'm taking the case.

Mr. Matlock, thank you.

I wouldn't be thanking me yet. I'm going
to need a few things to get started.

Anything. Name it.

Well, limousine and a driver, apartment
in London, briefcase containing

100 ,000 pounds.

That's a lot of money, isn't it? A lot
of money.

Anything else?

No, that'll do for a start.

I'll have everything for you within an
hour.

I'm Ben Matlock.

Are you Philip Dudley? That's right.

Oh, good to see you. Oh, I'm sorry. What
happened to your wrist?

I fractured it. It was an accident.

Excuse me, I have to get to the safe.
Oh, go right ahead.

I was just getting a feel of the room,
seeing the crime and everything.

Did you work for Albert Gordon a long
time?

17 years.

I guess it was frustrating.

Why frustrating?

Well, I hear he was pretty hard on his
employees.

You included.

Mr. Matlock, I'm no hypocrite.

Albert Gordon was, in most ways, a
thoroughly disagreeable man.

Why should I kill him?

I don't know.

But with, uh...

With Eric found guilty of his murder,
that stands to make you head of the

company. I can vouch for Philip.

Oh, hi.

Really? Yes.

Mr. Matlock, just for the record, with
the salary I earn and the stock I own, I

am more than secure financially.

It would make little difference to me
were I to become head of the company, as

you put it.

Uh, where were you again?

The night of the murder?

He was with me.

In fact, that's the night he hurt his
wrist.

He took a fall in my kitchen and I ran
him to the emergency room.

Oh.

I didn't know you were such good
friends.

Ms. Maxwell.

Fiona Maxwell.

The Fiona Maxwell who was a friend of
Albert Gordon's?

I don't know any Albert Gordon.

He certainly knew you.

So does Robert Harris.

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

I'm a lawyer, Ms. Maxwell. Eric Gordon's
lawyer.

Not yours, unfortunately.

Maybe you didn't know they're retrying
his case.

Go away. This has nothing to do with me.

No?

I bet this time you'd make a very
interesting witness.

Ms.

Maxwell.

Officer, this gentleman is annoying me.
What's the problem, sir? My feet hurt.

What? Big winner at table eight.

Once the limit taken off.

Thank

you,

Pam. I'll take over.

Am I going to be able to get some real
money here or what?

I don't believe I've ever had the
pleasure.

That's right.

You haven't.

What's your name?

Hudson.

Tyler Hudson.

We have to talk.

We have to wait.

We can't wait.

Why don't you see what the lady wants?

We can play another time.

Excuse me for a moment.

Pam?

Someone's asking questions.

Some yank lawyer.

His name's Matlock.

He's some guy they call in for that
kangaroo court. Forget it. He said he

going to make me testify.

It's not a real trial.

He can't make you do anything.

He could go to the police.

He had copies of those pictures. They
don't prove a thing. I want to go away.

I'm afraid.

I give you this because I know how
secure it makes you feel.

It separates you from all the lower
species.

I want to go away.

We will when the time is right.

Now go on home.

I'll stop by later if I can.

Excuse me, miss.

My employer wishes to know if you'd
accept a lift.

Thank you.

Well, here you are.

Well, thanks for the ride.

Miss Maxwell.

How do you know my name?

This is for you.

I don't understand.

With this much money, you can put a
great deal of distance between you and

of your problems.

Who are you? I'm Tyler Hudson.

And this is from the Gordon family.

They are willing to pay you to tell the
truth.

Mr. Matlock sent you? I work for the
family.

And Mr. Matlock has his means of doing
things, and I have mine.

He prefers to make people's lives
miserable.

I prefer to spread a little sunshine
What do you say?

Thanks for the ride

I'm not impressed.

Speaking for the family, I would like to
say that we believe so strongly in my

brother's innocence that we have staged
this public rehearing of his case.

And it is our sincere hope and belief
that what happens in this court will

justify an official retrial of my
brother's case.

Thank you.

You're enjoying this exhibition?

I certainly am not.

I'm enjoying it only slightly more than
Eric is.

Come in.

Woolsey, I am Eric Gordon's attorney,
Ben Matlock.

Mr. Matlock, though I have been lured
out of retirement to preside at this

trial, I intend to conduct it as if it
were the real thing.

Oh, I understand.

The rules and procedure of the Crown
Court will be adhered to as closely as

possible.

Accordingly, I will not tolerate any
breaches of decorum or...

Colourful courtroom antics.

I have acquainted myself with British
courtroom procedure.

Though I might need a little guidance
and patience from your honour.

Your lord. My lord.

I'd like to shake hands with the
prosecuting attorney.

You will find your counterpart, Sir Alec
Moore, in the robing room.

Sir Alec, why are you participating in
this?

I cannot account for the motives of the
others involved.

I suspect the quest for publicity has
much to do with it.

As for myself, as the original
prosecuting counsel, I have an interest

upholding the validity of the original
trial.

I have every confidence that I shall do
so.

And the American lawyer, do you have
anything to say about him?

I think under the circumstances, the
less said, the better.

Thank you, Sir Alec.

Sir Alex, I'm Eric Gordon's attorney,
Ben Matlock. How do you do, Mr. Matlock?

How do you do?

Well, I trust that we can make this not
only a fair fight, but also a civil one.

I'll do my best.

Oh, your gun hangs over there.

And here is your week.

I'll see you in court.

Yes, thank you.

Silence be upstanding in court.

All persons who have anything to do
before my lords, the Queen's justices,

near and give your attendance.

God save the Queen.

If you are ready.

My lord, though I should like to express
my readiness to proceed, I submit that

my learned friend is already guilty of
contempt of court.

Mr. Matlock has asked me to allow him to
appear without our traditional robe and

wig.

I have granted him this deviation from
the norm, and as this trial is somewhat

unusual to begin with, I have agreed.

Not that it matters how Mr. Matlock is
or is not dressed, as Your Lordship

pleases. It matters not one jot that Mr.
Matlock is dressed in less than an

exemplary fashion.

I am confident the truth in this case,
much as before, is so compelling that

nothing will distract us from it.

The prosecution will demonstrate that
Eric Gordon murdered his father and that

the facts allow of no other conclusion.

And where was the gun found, Inspector?

In Eric Gordon's car.

The morning after the murder.

Thank you, Inspector.

No questions.

And what did your investigation reveal?

We discovered that the bullet removed
from the body was fired from that gun.

The same gun that was found in Eric
Gordon's car?

Yes, sir.

No questions, my lord.

You drew up Mr. Gordon's last will?

Yes. Did all members of the family
benefit?

Yes.

But who's left in control of the
business?

His son, Eric.

This time I have a question, my lord.

Two questions.

One, did Eric Gordon witness this will?

No.

Two, who did?

Members of our firm.

and Mr. Gordon's wife, Sybil.

Thank you.

That little leather shop on King Street,
okay? Very good, sir.

You are employed as a security guard in
the building adjacent to Albert Gordon's

office building.

Yes, sir.

At about nine o 'clock on the night of
the murder, did you see anyone enter Mr.

Gordon's building?

Yes, sir.

And who was that?

Mr. Eric Gordon.

You knew him on sight?

I used to see him quite often.

And how did you know him by name?

I found out. I rather fancied that car
he drove.

Thank you.

Now, this car you fancied, it was parked
outside the Gordon building that night.

If this is the building...

Where was the car parked? Here?

No, sir. There, across the street.

This is a one -way street, isn't it?
Yes, sir.

What I don't understand is why someone
would park a car way over here

to go in a building over there.

What do you think about that?

If it please, my lord, my learned friend
is leading the witness to a purely

speculative conclusion.

My lord, once answered.

These questions will elucidate a major
point of the defense.

What major point?

That whoever parked that car here, that
person wanted to be seen

by this witness.

I will uphold the objection, and I would
ask you to restrain yourself from

further speculation.

I withdraw that question and submit this
one in its place.

Mr. Crossland, isn't it true that not
ten feet from where this car was parked

was a street lamp?

I suppose.

And isn't it true, when lit, the street
lamp backlights anyone crossing the

street, making a clear view of that
person's face impossible?

I suppose so. Did you get a clear view
of that person's face?

Not his face, no. When you patrolled the
building next door to Gordon

International Office building,

Do you follow any kind of pattern?

I generally tour the rooms in the same
order each night. Yes.

How long does this tour usually take?

20 minutes.

So you saw someone you assumed to be
Eric Gordon cross the street at

around 9 o 'clock.

Yes, sir. And you saw this same person
go back across the street at 9 .20, 20

minutes later.

Yes.

If this person...

wanted you to see him going in and out
of this building. He couldn't have

planned it any better, could he? If it
please, my lord.

No further questions. Thank you, Mr.
Crossley.

That is the case of the prosecution, my
lord. The court will take a brief

adjournment. Court will be upstanding.

I am very impressed.

Well, poking holes in their case is one
thing.

Plugging up the holes in ours is
something else altogether.

Mr. Matlock, I'm ready.

I'll testify.

I swear by Almighty God that the
evidence I shall give...

shall be the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth.

Ms. Maxwell, let's clarify something up
front.

Did someone pay you to appear in court
this morning?

Yes.

Was that person a representative of the
Gordon family?

Yes. Did that person tell you what to
say up in the witness box?

Yes.

The truth.

And it took money to get you to do that.

Yes, I shall need it to get away after I
testify.

Before I ask you from whom, tell me
this.

Did you know Albert Gordon?

Yes.

How would you describe your
relationship?

We were lovers.

God, she's been shot.

Dead.

Why was she shot?

I don't know why she was shot.

Someone obviously did not want that
woman to testify, and it certainly was

my brother.

And if anyone had any doubts before,
then they should know now that Eric is

innocent.

Whoever killed your father had to have a
key to the front door of the office

building.

It had to be a friend or a member of the
family.

The facts are Mitchell didn't get along
with your father. Everybody knows that.

What's not generally known is that he
was that close to bankrupting his trust

fund. With your father dead, he stands
to inherit a great deal of money.

And Philip... With your father dead and
you incarcerated, Philip would take over

Gordon International.

becoming not only several million
dollars richer, but also one of the most

powerful financiers in the world.

If your father was having an affair with
Fiona Maxwell, then

his marriage with Sybil couldn't have
been very strong.

Maybe you didn't know there was a
prenuptial agreement.

No, I didn't.

In the event of a divorce, Sybil would
have gotten nothing.

But now she'll be one of the richest
women in the world.

But none of them could have killed that
woman in court.

I don't think so. But there had to be a
connection with somebody.

Somebody killed my father.

He went through a lot of trouble to make
it look like it was me.

Now with that person behind bars, I
don't care who it is. I don't care how

time it takes or how much money it
costs.

You just find out who did it.

Well, what's going on at the casino?

Cops are all over my newfound and very
dear friend, Robert Harris.

Spoken to him?

Ben, we are like this.

We've gambled together, had drinks
together. At any moment, I'm expecting

invitation to tea.

We need the person responsible for that
girl's death.

Here.

Is that a new suit?

Yeah. Taylor over on Saville Road made
it for me.

Shoes new too?

Yeah. Shop on Bond Street.

How much?

Oh, I don't remember exactly.

Over $50 a pair?

Over $50 a shoe.

I'm going to give you some money so you
can get out of town.

Rob, we've got to talk.

There's nothing to discuss.

Two of the people in that courtroom
picked out your mugshot.

You've got to lay low.

No thanks.

I got rid of the woman to safeguard my
cut.

I'm not going to live in it.

Nicky.

You've earned your share and you'll get
it.

What's the matter?

Don't you trust me?

I'll get you a drink.

John is in the hospital.

In the hospital? What the hell for?

Goldstones. He's going to be there at
least a week.

After all the trouble I went to setting
up Albert Gordon, we don't have a torch

man because of some bloody goldstones.

We have to find another torch man.

Starting right now. Come on!

He once said that with a single drop of
water, you can produce the whole ocean.

Get our killer, we just need the right
drop.

I think I might have a little something
for you.

Michelle Thomas.

Tyler Hudson. Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Robert Harris is in a scheme that
requires setting up Albert Gordon.

My guess is that's where Fiona Maxwell
came in.

What scheme?

All I know is in order to pull it off,
he needs a torch man.

Torch man?

It's somebody who can cut open a safe.

You think you can figure out what this
Robert Harris is up to? Well, all right.

I'll talk to you later about it.

Please sit down. My shoes are killing
me.

Fiona's affair with Albert Gordon was
part of a set -up.

I wonder if his murder was part of a set
-up, too. Do you suppose something went

wrong? Pictures must have something to
do with it.

Private investigators said that Albert
got real upset.

Maybe he saw something in him that made
him realize he was being

used.

What if he had to be killed?

Who's that fellow?

I don't know.

Wait a minute, isn't that the butler?

Yeah, that's... He worked for her on

wind.

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, right.

Those pictures were taken on Saturday.

Davidson Davies Academy for Household
Administrators.

I'm going to look for the office.

Ben?

This young man will direct.

Those butlers were staring at me.

Household administrators.

Really? Household administrators.

The term butler is archaic and
demeaning.

Okay.

Why were they staring at me?

I suppose they thought you were a class
project.

Mr. Davis is in there.

Thank you.

Mr. Davies? Yes.

Hello, I'm Michelle Thomas.

This is Benjamin Matlock.

I didn't know.

We're looking for a boss.

A household administrator. That's right.
I presume you do have references.

I couldn't place any of our graduates
unless I first examined the employers.

We're not actually doing any hiring.

We're lawyers.

And we're looking for one particular...

administrator.

I'm afraid I couldn't possibly.

It's a rather complicated story, but our
client, who must go unnamed,

was paid an act of kindness by this man
when he returned the wallet that our

client had accidentally left in a taxi
cab.

The gentleman refused any reward or
compensation at that time.

and it's his final wish to include this
honest man in his will.

We've hired private investigators who've
been surreptitiously photographing

household administrators these past few
weeks in what, until only recently, has

been a vain attempt to locate this man.

Well, just a few days ago, one of our
investigators did photograph the right

man, but he was leaving a house that's
unoccupied and therefore a dead end, so

to speak.

We were hoping you might know the
gentleman's name.

As I said, it's a record.

No, I don't know him.

What's his name?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Miss Brookins. Do you know this
gentleman?

I've seen him.

Thank you. Of course, I'm talking about
the one you gave it, Fiona Maxwell's.

We just want to ask you a few questions.
We represent Harry Gordon, and I

promise you Robert Harris will never
find out.

Did Fiona know you weren't a real
butler?

She was a friend.

She needed a butler. I needed a job.

She only needs you on Wednesdays.

Look, she was your friend. Help us find
the person who killed her.

Wednesdays was the day she had Albert
Gordon over.

Oh.

Was he... Was he there the day before he
died?

Yes, but very briefly.

They had an argument.

About what?

What were they saying?

Well, he was doing most of the talking.

I remember him saying something about, I
don't know what you two are doing, but

I'm going to put a stop to it.

Then he left.

He was quite angry.

But you were seen going into Fiona's
townhouse not on a Wednesday, but on a

Saturday. What were you doing there?

I needed an advance on my salary. I was
there for all of five minutes.

Yes, I think it was a hymn.

I remember seeing a cigarette lighter on
the kitchen table.

I'm sure it was a man's.

That, and the way she was acting, made
me think that she must have had somebody

upstairs.

Did this lighter have any initials or a
monogram on it?

It was one of those promotional jobs.

It was burgundy color with white letters
and medical insignia.

You know, it was one of those favors
they give away.

charity balls.

It wasn't a ball. It was a dinner for
the health fund.

Over here.

I didn't know you smoked.

I don't.

On Saturday, before your father was
murdered, around 2 .30 in the afternoon,

this lighter was seen in Fiona Maxwell's
home.

I didn't even know her.

Where were you then? Look, there were
hundreds of those lighters given away at

that dinner.

Ask her. She was there.

Shall we repeat the question?

I was out for a drive.

With whom?

No one.

Stopped for gas?

I don't remember.

You know, it's a lot like where you were
the night your father was murdered. You

don't remember that either. You have a
kind of problem with your memory, don't

you?

Phone numbers.

I'm real good with girls' phone numbers.

How about Fiona's?

You think I'm a suspect. I'm flattered.

People don't usually think to include me
in family matters.

I do have a lousy memory.

But I certainly wouldn't forget killing
my father.

right everybody be cool now we know why
you've been such a faithful customer

you've been casing us boy anybody gets

too imaginative i want you to know i
have very serious friends in chicago

why don't you relax mr hanson if you're
actually any good with that torch

we may be able to do some business what
kind of business

Are you any good?

Michelle, I've seen so little of you
since this thing began. Why don't we

dinner tonight?

All right.

Mr. Dudley, I'd appreciate it if you'd
stand by. You're my first witness today.

Would you please examine this and tell
the court what it is?

It's a telex.

And from the code, it would appear to
have been sent to Mr. Gordon on May the

8th of this year.

At what time?

20 .07 hours.

So this telex was sent to Albert Gordon
at 8 .07 p .m. on May the 8th, the

night he was murdered. In fact, it was
the last telex he ever received.

My lord, either I doze off, which is
quite possible, or my learned friend has

yet to even remotely suggest the
pertinence of these questions.

The coroner has testified that Albert
Gordon died between 7 and 10 p

.m. the night he was shot, my lord.

The police conclude that since someone
was seen entering the building around 9

and leaving at 9 .20, that the murder
occurred shortly after 9.

These questions will demonstrate that,
in fact, his death could have been

accomplished a whole hour earlier.

You may continue, Mr. Matlock, if only
to keep Sir Alec awake.

Would you please tell the court where
this telex originated?

Etchells and Thunberg.

That's a brokerage firm in Los Angeles.

And tell us what it says, the gist of
it.

Basically, it's a request for Mr.
Gordon's permission to sell a certain

immediately. And by ignoring this
request, how much did Albert Gordon

lose?

I'm not sure.

I'd say about $1 million.

According to my information, closer to
$2 million.

Was it like Albert Gordon to ignore such
a request?

Not really, no.

Under what circumstances would he ignore
a message like that?

Well... What if he were dead, Mr.
Dudley?

What if he had been murdered around 8 o
'clock instead of 9?

And the murderer used the hour in
between to frame Eric Gordon. With

lord, my learned friend is leading the
witness.

Mr. Matlock, you will have ample
opportunity to draw conclusions in your

remarks.

As your lordship pleases. No further
questions.

Mr. Dudley, would you describe Albert
Gordon as eccentric?

Not exactly.

I would say he was an individualist.

He liked to do things his own way.

Yes. The way that had, after all, made
him a billionaire.

Yes.

Had he, on occasions, refused to take
advice to his ultimate loss?

Yes. And hadn't he sometimes ignored
telexes, even when it cost him money to

so? On occasion, yes. In fact, Albert
Gordon could afford to lose two million

dollars and not bat an eyelid, couldn't
he, Mr. Dudley?

Yes. So it isn't too difficult to
believe that on this occasion he simply

to ignore some telex.

From his stockbroker.

I don't suppose so.

Thank you, Mr. Duffield.

My lord, I call Mitchell Gordon to the
stand.

Mr. Gordon, you're an American, is that
correct?

I was born in the United States, but my
family moved here several years ago.

Mr. Gordon, where do you currently
reside?

At my family's home.

And how do you support yourself?

I live off a trust fund my mother left
for me when she died.

Isn't it true that your unpaid bills
have mounted up and, in fact, you're

Yes.

And didn't you go to your father and
have a violent argument with him over

money?

Yes.

And isn't it true that he refused to
give you any more?

Yeah. And isn't it true now that he's
dead...

You stand to come into more money than
even you can spend.

Well, I'd be delighted to try.

Thank you for being so honest with us,
Mr. Gordon.

Now, where were you the night your
father was murdered?

I spent the evening at several parties.

Whose parties?

I don't remember.

It is true that several of your friends
recall seeing you at a party that night.

But they also recall your leaving around
7 .30.

Where did you go?

I suppose I went to another party.

Send in Mr. McNulty, please.

Mr. McNulty drives a taxi for Gray's
Livery Service. Do you recognize him?

He's prepared to testify that he picked
you up in the West End that night at 7

.23 p .m.

and drove you to Wharton Road.

Thank you.

What were you doing at Wharton Road?

I told you I mean...

I don't remember. I suppose I went to
another party.

I think you'd better try to remember.

You see, it's the defense's contention
that Albert Gordon was murdered long

before 9 o 'clock.

Now, Wharton Road is a short 10 -minute
walk from his office. You could have

taken the taxi to Wharton Road, walked
for 10 minutes to his office, and killed

your father.

No! He didn't kill him.

Order!

Order in the court. Please take your
seat.

Mitchell.

Tell me.

Another outburst and I will have you
arrested.

I, uh... I believe my learned friend
asked the witness a question.

The truth...

is that I know exactly where I was on
the night of the murder.

I haven't told anybody because I
promised my stepmother, Sybil, that I

She called me at a party in the West
End.

And as you say, Mr. Matlock, I hailed a
cab and I took it to Warden Road. But

when I got there, I met Sybil and I
drove her in her car to our country home

where we spent most of the night.

Unless you get the wrong idea, Sybil...

Has a drinking problem. And my father
told her that if he caught her drinking

again, he'd have her committed. And that
night she was... She was very drunk and

she was terrified that my father would
find out. So I took her to the country

and helped her sober up.

And then drove her home.

And we found out the next morning my
father was dead.

Why have you kept this a secret even
after your father's death?

I gave my word.

No further questions.

Hudson?

Time.

Just a minute.

Thank you.

You go with Nicky.

Wait a minute. You said the score wasn't
going to go down until after midnight.

I changed my mind.

Look, I made plans for the evening.

Mind if I cancel them?

All right, where are we going?

Okay.

Ben, we're at the Gordon International
offices.

What in the world are they trying to
steal?

Hello, sweetheart.

I'm sorry, but I'll see you tomorrow
next door.

I promise.

Tyler, are you all right?

Let's go.

Bye, baby.

We need Michelle Thompson.

Yep.

Come on, then.

Dr. McNeil, upstairs.

Sounds good.

Tyler never would have called if there
wasn't something wrong.

Then where is he?

What is the matter with you? Look,
there's something the matter with the

Give me a minute, will you?

Certainly, gentlemen.

Any of you.

You guys get caught in traffic or what?

May I help you?

You're under arrest, Mr. Harris.

Conspiracy to commit aggravated
burglary.

Inspector, may I have a moment with you?

I'll be right outside.

Uh, Mr. Harris, then Matlock. We met the
other day.

The sheikh who owns the building next to
Gordon International arrived in town

yesterday with his people and around
four million in diamonds.

Mr. Matlock, I run a casino.

What do Arabs and diamonds have to do
with me?

Well, I imagine greed, Mr. Harris.

You knew for months that those diamonds
would be stored in that vault underneath

that building, so you dug a tunnel,
didn't you?

From the basement of Gordon
International to the basement of that

And tonight, your men cut into that
vault to steal those diamonds.

That's ridiculous.

Thing is, to get into Gordon
International, you needed a contact

And I believe that contact is the person
who killed Albert Gordon.

This may be your only chance to help
yourself.

Who was it?

You know what my problem is, Mr.
Matlock?

I never learned how to sing.

Well, it's never too late.

For me, it is.

Inspector!

They've arrested Robert Harris?

Yeah.

Did he kill Albert?

I don't know.

But if he didn't, he probably knows who
did.

He's not talking, but Mr. Matlock thinks
it's just a matter of time.

Are you sure you don't want to call this
off?

I'm three hours late.

Why do you think they invented the
microwave?

Like the candle.

Red or white?

Red.

You really enjoy Mr.

Matlock, don't you?

Yeah, I am enjoying working with him.

It's a lot more compelling than
shuffling papers.

I haven't felt as good about being a
lawyer since... I'm very happy for you.

Thanks.

I thought you were lighting the candles.

Does he have any suspects?

Not that I know of.

Oh, Philip, this was a bad idea.

I'm really not hungry.

In fact, I don't feel too well.

What's wrong?

A little dizzy. Just tired, I suppose.

You can sleep here. Not tonight.

I'll see you tomorrow.

No. Look, it's all right. Fine.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

What's the matter?

I broke myself.

What are you doing?

Oh, I was just messing with this stuff.

If this sealer was found over there on
the floor the morning after Albert

was shot, then it might be that he was
using it about the time whoever killed

him came into the office.

He could have been knocked off the desk
or out of his hand in a struggle.

This came for you, sir.

Express mail.

Thank you.

Do you need a card?

From someone named Cassie.

Yeah? These came from Trader Ed's. They
sent you a half size too small.

You got anything new?

Philip Dudley has a cigarette lighter
identical to the one that Butler says he

saw in Fiona Maxwell's apartment.

And when I was there last night, it
almost seemed like he was... Oh,

hell, who am I kidding?

He was... Pressing me to see whether you
knew who the killer is.

I think maybe it's him.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Take a look at these.

See if you can see maybe without guards.

Take a good look.

The car?

That's Philip Dudley's car.

Parked in front of her townhouse.

Yeah, but there's not a picture of him.

No.

Just the car.

These pictures were taken over the
weekend.

He came on Friday and didn't leave till
Monday.

But you can't see the license plate. You
can't even tell what color it is. How

do you know it's Philip's?

The same way maybe Albert Gordon did.

Consider yourself still under oath, Mr.
Dudley.

My lord.

What is your association with Robert
Harris, Mr. Dudley?

I've never met the man.

Well, you've spent considerable time in
his gambling casino.

According to records obtained by
Scotland Yard, enough time to have

a debt of almost half a million pounds.
My lord.

Though my learned friend, obviously.

revels in these sojourns into the
obscure.

I and everyone else the least bit
concerned with expediency do not. I must

object. I intend to show relevance and
much more, my lord. If you will bear

me, please.

You have my permission, however
temporary, to proceed, Mr. Matlock.

Now, Mr. Dudley, isn't it true that in
order to settle your gambling debts, you

entered into an agreement with Robert
Harris?

I certainly did not.

And if this Robert Harris fellow says
that I did, then he lied.

Did you ever read a Sherlock Holmes
story called The Red -Headed League?

It's about these crooks who arranged for
this red -headed man who owned

a store to be away from his store at
certain times so they could dig a tunnel

from his shop to the bank next door.

You've lost me, Mr. Matlock.

Well, Albert Gordon, the red -headed
man, on Robert Harris didn't want to dig

a tunnel to a bank. He wanted to dig a
tunnel to a vault containing several

millions of dollars in diamonds in the
Yossi building next door to the Gordon

International building.

The problem was that Albert Gordon, the
red -headed man,

often worked late at night.

So Robert Harris used one of Mr.
Gordon's weaknesses.

He arranged for him to meet a woman.

Beautiful woman.

Fiona Maxwell.

That's when Mr. Gordon's weakness came
into play.

An affair followed.

They met Wednesday nights.

She probably told him she was married
and could only be with him on Wednesday

evenings anyway.

Wednesday night, instead of working
late, old Albert got in his Rolls Royce

drove over to Fiona Maxwell's Belgravia
townhouse while Robert Harris' men, with

a key provided by you, entered the
Gordon building, went down in

the basement, dug away at their tunnel
until the next morning when the cleaning

crew arrived.

My lord, he's indulging in sheer
fantasy. Surely I don't have to stand

My lord, the tunnel is still there as
far as it went.

Proceed.

Mr. Dudley, do you drive a 1986 green
Jaguar?

Yes, but... Now, before you speak, take
a look at these.

I wouldn't want you to perjure yourself.

These are a set of photographs taken by
a private detective outside Fiona

Maxwell's townhouse at the direction of
Albert Gordon.

Here's a set for you, my lord, and a set
for you, sir.

These pictures were taken the weekend
before Albert Gordon was murdered.

In all but one of them, Mr. Dudley's car
is parked out front.

Yes, my cousin drives a similar green
car.

Mr. Matlock, I suppose you'll want to be
questioning him, too.

Not unless it has a dent in the left
front fender, the way that one does, and

not unless the estimate for its repair
wound up on Albert Gordon's death the

this one did.

It was a company car, wasn't it, Mr.
Dutton?

And I expect Albert Gordon was apprised
of the insurance claim after your little

fender bender, and I expect...

He recognized your car when he looked at
those pictures. What do you think?

I don't. Oh, I do.

I think when he saw your car, he knew
that you and Fiona were,

as my mother used to say, up to
something.

And when she knew that he knew about
you, she told Robert

Harris, whose scheme to steal those
diamonds was suddenly in serious

And he amended his agreement with you.

Killing Albert Gordon became part of the
deal.

I didn't kill anyone.

I was nowhere near the Gordon office
building.

That's right. You have an alibi.

Your wrist.

You were at the hospital having it x
-rayed and a cast put on.

Yes, I was.

That is, assuming the murder took place
around nine o 'clock.

But what?

If, as I have suggested, it actually
took place around 8, and the person seen

going into the Gordon office building
was really your friend Fiona, dressed in

trench coat and a hat to appear to be
Eric Gordon.

None of this is true. None of it. Tell
me about your wrist.

What did you do to it?

I stumbled and fell against the stove
when helping a friend prepare dinner at

her house. I fractured it.

Burned yourself?

Yes.

If you'd like to see the hospital
records, I'm sure they'll make them

That won't be necessary.

The emergency room nurse who supervised
your treatment that night is in court

this morning.

Would you send in Miss Winthrop, please?

Objection, my lord. What does the nurse
who treated Mr. Dudley have to do with

this? May I continue, my lord?

Continue.

Is this the nurse?

I think so.

According to the medical records from
your orthopedist, you did fracture your

wrist.

But that was three months ago, wasn't
it?

No.

Well, according to your doctor, it was.

But you didn't have a cast put on then
because you were told that this sort of

injury often heals quite well on its
own.

But the night of the murder, you
insisted a cask be put on, but not

the fracture, to hide a burn.

My Lord, if you'll indulge me, I did
something stupid yesterday.

I burned myself.

Burned myself with this.

This is the stamp that was found on the
floor next to Albert Gordon's body the

morning after the murder.

I think he was doing what I was doing.

sealing an envelope with hot wax.

I melted the wax, heated the stamp,
pressed the stamp

into the hot wax.

That's when I did something stupid.

Someone entered the room unexpectedly.

I burned myself.

Perhaps you can see the mark, Sir Alec.

Now, this is what I think happened, Mr.
Dudley.

About 8 o 'clock that night, you went up
to... Albert Gordon's office, struggled

with him briefly and killed him.

Then you had Fiona Maxwell lure Eric
Gordon out of his house with a phone

about his brother being drunk.

While you went over to your friend's
house, took your convenient fall, went

the hospital.

While Fiona impersonated Eric at the
scene of the crime.

It's complete lunacy.

Ms. Winthrop, will you step forward?

I've asked her to bring her solid.

I think it's time for that cast to come
off, don't you?

Milord, surely you don't expect me to
comply?

Mr. Dudley, please step down. Kindly
remove your coat.

Let the record show Mr.

Dudley has a partially healed burn on
his right wrist, exactly the same size

shape of the Gordon family crest.

I believe in the case of the crown
against Eric Gordon, there exists more

reasonable doubt.

That is the case for the defense.

and I feel very confident that when we
have an official retrial of this case,

brother's name will be clear.

Excuse me.

Mr. Matlock!

May I?

You bet.

Thank you.

those deals that worked out well for
everybody.

Eric gets a new trial and he'll take
over the company.

Laura's not going to contest the will.

Sybil gets some money. Mitchell gets
some money. I had a good job. Had some

Didn't have to wear a wig.

It worked out well for everybody. When I
say everybody, not Al.

I'm sorry about Phil.

Oh, my.

Listen.

My daughter's off on her own. She joined
a law firm in Philadelphia, so I've got

an empty office.

Proposition? Well, I could only offer a
junior partnership.

I'll tell you what.

You think about it.

Let me know if you're interested.

Hey, Tyler, we catch the Concord.

We can get home and go to the Peachtree
Diner in time for pork chops and grits.

You're buying.