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Oh, yeah, here we are. Here's the little
beauty. 3 ,500 square feet, lit level,

all electric.

How much?

$275 ,000. The owner will carry a
second.

That seems expensive.

Mr. Nelson, you gotta realize that
Oakdale is the hottest suburb in

Home for young, upwardly mobile
Atlantans like yourself.

And me.

It's the place to be.

I need to see you.

Oh, hi, Walt. I was just showing the
Nelsons here the Freelander place.

Must be some sort of emergency.

Would you excuse me? I'll be right back.
Sure. Just a second.

Walt.

What are you doing, Walt, acting like
that in front of my clients?

My clients, Charlie.

Last time I looked, the firm still
belonged to Roger and me.

You were just an employee.

What is your problem, Walt?

My problem?

Look.

Spray paint on my car.

Well, if it were mine, I would have
settled just for the pinstripe. I think

writing's a bit busy. It's not funny.

I know who did that.

It was you and your team.

What? Me and my team? You've been egging
them on ever since I umped that last

game when you came running out of the
dugout like a madman.

Just a game, Walt. Then why did you go
to the commission to keep me from umping

the championship, huh?

You told them I couldn't be impartial.

Fellas, please.

Can we take this somewhere else? You
know something, Rog? Walt is not very

beautiful when he's angry. To you,
everything is a joke, isn't it?

funny. No, as a matter of fact, poking
me in the chest is not funny.

I'm warning you. You take this out of my
team, you're going to hear about it,

all right?

That's it.

You're history.

Anybody for sushi?

No.

All right, look, look, look. We've got a
problem with Walt.

You mean you got a problem. He's your
partner.

You're getting an attitude, Barney. You
know what he means, Barney. Walt is

going to ump tonight.

Yeah,

that's right.

He could bury us.

Now, it's the biggest game of the year.
We're not going to let him blow it for

us. Well, just what do you suggest we
do, Freddy?

Well, somebody's got to talk to him. No,
no, no, no.

Best thing to do is not say a word to
him. Don't even blink.

Let's just pray there are no close
calls, all right?

Don't put that up to Jack. Come on,
Jack.

Charlie,

you're the manager of the team. Why
don't you pinch hit for the guy? With

Freddie and Barney have already been in.
Roger hasn't shown up. Look, I don't

like to stand for this game in the hands
of a dentist either. What can I do?

Come on, Jack.

Big swing, baby.

I've gone all over Charlie's disposable
assets. His bank and savings account.

And all I can tell you is, he's going to
come up short on his legal fees.

But what's your point, Freddie?

Well, we're all Charlie's friends. We
all believe in him. I mean, that makes

the sole members of the Charlie Bonham
Defense Fund.

You mean we should all kick in?

That's the idea, Barney.

Naturally, we're going to apportion it
according to one's ability to pay.

Help me out.

Before we go any further, anybody else
want out?

No.

All right, then. Where's our big -time
lawyer?

Dave?

Mr. Matlock come in here?

Do you mean him?

Excuse me, Doc.

Matlock? Yes.

I'm Roger Cullen. We spoke on the phone.
Oh, yes.

Would you like to join us over here?

I got here a little early, and I thought
it was time to catch up on the

newspaper.

Gentlemen, Mr. Matlock.

How are you doing? Well, gentlemen, I
didn't expect such a crowd.

Well, we're all Charlie's friends here.

Some lunch?

Oh, no, thanks.

Are you at all familiar with the case?

Well, um...

I've read about it in the newspaper and
I've seen it on television. I haven't

spoken with anybody down at the
jailhouse yet, if that's what you're

to.

I'm not that familiar with your work,
Mr. Matlock. Have you handled many of

these types of cases?

Well, to tell you the truth, I've never
heard of a murdered umpire case before.

Well, I'm sure at this point in his
career, Mr. Matlock has tried a lot of

murder cases.

Are you still in active practice?

Well, yeah,

most days I can still remember where the
courthouse is.

What would you say is your success rate?

Let me stop you right here.

I know you're all concerned about your
friend, and I know you want to get your

money's worth.

And I don't blame you for that.

Let me make it easy for you.

It's going to cost somebody.

A hundred thousand dollars as a retainer
for me to take this case.

Now, there are lawyers who work cheaper
and are just as good.

But like I say, I go for a hundred
thousand.

Now, I'm going to go up here and pay my
check and go out that door.

And if you want me to consider taking
this case, you better make up your mind

before I get to my car.

And I enjoyed meeting all of you.

Is that all you have? Just coffee? Just
coffee.

That'll be a dollar seven.

Thanks.

Would you

like

a toothpick?

Yeah.

How's everything, Counselor?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

This is everything found on the victim?

Yes.

Math, a test protector, a bar key, a
cigarette, a lighter, a wallet, and a

strike counter.

Ball strike counter.

No kidding.

Yeah, it's how the arm keeps track of
strikes, balls, outs, like that.

Yeah, I know.

You used to play a little ball yourself,
huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, in high school. It was a long time
ago.

It was a state championship, though.

That was my last game.

It was the bottom of the ninth, and
bases were loaded, and I was up, and the

crowd was yelling, Matlock, Matlock.

Pitcher throws a fastball out over the
plate.

You're a client, Brady. Okay.

I understand there were several
arguments between you and Walter during

game. One real big one.

Yeah.

Top of the eighth. We had a real
rhubarb.

Well, let's hear about it.

Well, score was tied.

The fog was rolling in and out all
night.

Bases were loaded.

Two outs.

Mike Golby, who we called Dr. K, was on
the mound for my team.

You managed the team?

Yeah, I play second base.

This Mike Golby, is that Dr.

Golby, the psychiatrist with the radio
show?

The one who wrote that book, Reality on
$5 a Day? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's the one.

Made millions off that book. But he
takes the softball very seriously.

Pretty upscale team you got there.

Yeah, I guess.

I used to play a little ball.

Did you? Yeah, in high school.

I remember this one game.

So Doc was on the mound, huh?

Yeah, and he's our ace. But Walter was
squeezing his strike zone all night.

Run was forced in. Monroe took the lead.
I don't know. I just... I blew my

stack.

It was

a pitch

a batter could not take. An umpire could
not call a ball unless he had some sort

of personal vendetta or something.

All right, so finally...

They pulled us apart. And now it's the
bottom of the eighth.

And Mike is up at bat. He goes to a
three -and -two count.

He grounds out. The inning is over.
Walter goes under the stands.

Went under the stands?

Yeah, for a cigarette.

His usual end -of -the -inning routine.

Then what?

Well, then it's the bottom of the ninth.

And that's when the trouble began.

I was the first batter up.

I doubled to right, and Sam bumps me
over to third, and then Marshall Turner

flied to center field.

I tag up.

Walter calls me out. I am telling you,
Mr. Matlock, I was safe. I mean, my foot

was so far across home plate, I spiked
Walter before I even made the call.

So you ran after him just to protest?

Yeah, that's all.

You didn't go after Walter?

To harm him? No.

I don't know what I would have done if
I'd caught him.

But I didn't.

Look, I had a lot of reasons to dislike
Walter.

And I wasn't alone.

That's the heart of it, isn't it? Yeah.

Kill the umpire.

A lot of fellas disliked Walter. We just
have to find that one who disliked him

more than you did.

You startled me. I didn't know anybody
was about.

Here, Cha.

I'll have you know I hit a home run one
time.

You did?

Yeah. High school.

Ninth inning.

So did I.

No kidding.

Base is loaded. One out.

You? Two outs.

Chris Lyra never has a chance.

I did hit a home run one time. Yeah?

Mine was only a triple.

I didn't know you liked baseball.

I don't.

If I did, I'd have hit a home or two.

P .E. requirement, St. Clair's Prep.

Oh. I was just checking.

Look at this list that Charlie gave me.

There's Fred Hatton, Roger Cullen,
Barney Sutler.

That's three people besides Charlie who
were missing when Walter was killed.

One of them could have done it.

Yeah.

Well, let's see. I'll call Tyler and get
him in on this.

Saw a beauty salon on my way over here.

Beautiful? Yeah.

I think I'll get a little trim and find
out what's going on. Oh, yeah.

You see, I was in the game, Miss Thomas.

It is myth, isn't it? Yeah.

Then remind me later to show you some
excellent policies we have for single

women. Well, I may not have the time.

So you were playing?

Yes, up until the fifth inning when I
put my back out. I got this disc in my

third cervical vertebrae to play anyway.

So he put in Howard Kaufman, the
accountant.

That's him with the pocket calculator.

Oh, yeah.

There's your firm's name.

Yes, I'm also a sponsor.

Well, then I'm curious, why weren't you
there when the game ended?

Weren't you concerned how it turned out?

Can I get you a cup of coffee or a soft
drink?

Coffee would be fine.

Have a seat, won't you? Thank you.

Patty, would you get Miss Thomas a cup
of coffee, please?

You see, this was no ordinary game.

This was part of the regional
championship.

I mean, there were games all over the
state affecting us.

So I went out to my car to call up some
people downstate to get the scores of

those games. And that's where I was when
the game ended here.

Thank you.

Uh, Patty.

Patty, close the door after you, would
you?

Thank you.

In other words, then, you didn't find
out what happened to Walter until...

I heard the police sirens coming into
the ball field.

Why are you asking these questions?

It's just a routine investigation.

But I did hear about the big fight you
had with Walter last week. You heard?

Yeah, in the mall.

Heard it almost came to blows.

Oh, yes.

Russell. Hair do's all Russ, wasn't it?
He told you.

I have my hair done there, too. Not by
Russell, by Belinda.

What do you think?

Well, it's very nice, but... Right,
Walter.

Miss Thomas, I love that big lug.

We grew up together.

I mean, that fight was just business.

In what way?

I underwrite all of the insurance on
properties Cullen Judd has in escrow.

The rates went up.

Walter took it personally.

He was like that, Walter was. A very
excitable guy. He was like that when he

umped. I mean, he took the slightest
thing personally.

I see.

By the way, how is your business?

Oh, it's dynamite. Yeah.

I heard you drove your competitors out
of town. Since when is that a crime?

Now, what about that policy for the
single gown?

Well, thank you, but I do have to go.

But don't take that personally.

Freddie. Freddie.

Listen, how could you treat me like
this?

Whoever told you, told you right.

I wasn't around at the end of the game.

Where were you?

Well, Charlie doesn't always put me in
the game.

I'm usually first or second sub.

But Roger hadn't shown up, so Charlie
started me in right field.

It can get real boring out there.

So I had a pint with me.

I took a couple of pulls in between
pitches.

I was feeling no pain.

Wouldn't catch no fly balls either.

Of course, with all that fog, I couldn't
have caught a fly ball if I was sober.

Anyway, Charlie pulled me out of the
game and put in Marshall Turner.

Imagine, being replaced by a dentist.

Uh, yeah, okay.

And when you got back to the dugout,
what happened?

Well, I didn't want to embarrass old
Charlie by drinking in the dugout, so I

figured I'd take a little walk.

I mean, why stay around if I'm out of
the game anyway?

And while you were away from the game,
did anybody see you?

Well, how would I know?

Well, as I understand it, you have
Walter and Roger's company to thank for

business not being so good.

Who told you that?

Was it Russell, that creep hairdresser?

Seems a couple years ago you had quite a
few lots for sale that were lying

fallow. Nothing was happening.

Then Walter came to you and offered to
help you unload him.

Find a good buyer.

And he did.

Found a good buyer.

Himself.

You see, Walter had inside information
that that was going to be a major

development.

Information that you didn't have.

The way I hear it, Walter talked you
into giving up two million

dollars?

Russell knows a lot.

But does he know who killed Walter?

No.

But do you?

Yeah.

Charlie.

I understand that you had a break -in
here the other night.

Yeah.

That was the same night that the Walter
judge was killed, wasn't it?

You think there's some connection to the
murder?

I don't know.

It seems strange breaking into a real
estate office. I mean, an appliance

they could steal a toaster or television
set, but a real estate office can't

steal a house.

I really wish I could help you.

But who knows why people do what they
do?

Who knows why somebody went out and
killed Walter?

You weren't there for the end of that
game, were you?

I wasn't there for the game at all.

It was a bad accident on the interstate.

Tied up traffic for miles.

It wasn't until I drove into the parking
lot, saw the crowd standing around and

the police.

That was the first I knew my partner was
dead.

You probably heard about the loud and
bitter arguments between Walter and

recently. You would have soon enough.

Especially if you talked to Russell.

Big mouth hairdresser down at the mall.

Look, like any partners, we argued.

But it was just business.

I see.

Walter and I were like brothers.

I would have given him the shirt off my
back.

I often did.

You have to understand about Walter.

He moved slower than evolution.

I wanted to expand. Walter didn't.

That's all there was to it.

I guess now you'll have things your way.

That's a thought, isn't it?

It's really tremendous.

Why don't you have some, Dick?

Thanks. Try some.

I'm not eating raw fish.

What'd you find out?

A cut and shape at Hairdew's R .S. here
in Yuppieville is twice as expensive as

it is in Atlanta.

I also found out that not only was Fred
Hatton missing at game's end, but he had

a public fight with Walter recently.

As with Barney Sutton.

Roger Cullen did, too.

I got a job for you.

I want you to stake out the Cullen Judd
offices tonight.

Who?

You.

Somebody wants something from in there,
and it might have something to do with

this murder.

And what if it doesn't?

Then you would have spent a night in a
parking lot for nothing.

I'm glad to see that you and I think
alike.

Help yourself.

I'm pretty happy.

Lucky I'm the one you almost hit.

You got any damage at all? I got great
coverage.

So this...

Intruder was trying to break into Walter
Judd's office and you surprised him.

Yeah.

I thought these places went out of
business 30 years ago.

The 50s are back in.

Old is new.

Okay, let's see then.

We've got Roger Cullen, Barney Sutler,
and Fred Hatton, three suspects who

should have been at the game and
weren't.

And all three have uncorroborated alibis
for the time of the murder.

In my book, Freddy Stands Out, I want to
know what he was doing driving around

last night having an accident with me.

Maybe it wasn't an accident.

I think I'll get a facial.

Huh? You know, so I can check all this
stuff out.

At the beauty salon.

Oh, yeah.

Where are you going to be?

What? Where are you going to be?

At the courthouse.

What did our man Russell say?

A lot.

All right, where to now?

Freddie's office.

Seems our friend was more than just a
sponsor of the team. He founded the

league, and through it became the single
biggest insurance agent in the county.

Softball? Insurance?

I don't see the connection.

We'll figure it out. Everyone bought
insurance from him just to get on the

Did you hear what I said?

Not only did I hear what you said, I see
what I see.

What's that?

That's the car I was chasing last night
before I was so rudely interrupted by

one Freddy Hatton.

Excuse

me,

miss. You're blocking me in. I can't get
my car in my parking space.

What are you talking about? My car's in
my space in the lot. The yellow Camaro?

That's right.

The one I was chasing last night that
your boss managed to keep me from

catching? I really don't know what
you're talking about.

You're Patty Judd, aren't you?

Yes.

As in Walter Judd's daughter?

Oh, in other words, you were breaking
into your father's office.

Uh, I'm afraid you must be confused, Mr.
Hudson.

Patty was here working late last night.

Now, if you'll excuse us, we're on our
way to the trial.

Plus, of course, you'd like to look at
some insurance policies we have.

in case you're slapped with a lawsuit
for libel or slander, which I understand

comes up often in your line of work.

I never make accusations that I can't
back up.

Good day.

Now we go to Walter Judd's office.

You think whatever Patty was after last
night's still there? I'm positive of it.

And now that I know she was involved
with Freddie, I've got a good idea what

is.

Mr. Cullen, when you saw Walter Judd and
the defendant together, did they appear

to be having a gentlemanly conversation?

No, they were obviously arguing.

And could you determine what they were
arguing about?

That was obvious, too.

Someone had... painted Kill the Umpire
on Walter's car, and he was accusing

Charlie and his team of doing it.

How would you characterize the
defendant's relationship to your

Things have been rough between them all
season.

So there was friction about some of the
softball games, hmm? Yes.

Charlie accused Walter of purposely
making bad calls against our team every

he umped.

Would you say he was mad enough to kill?

Objection calls for speculation.

Sustained?

What are you looking for? Michelle.

I hope she's found something. That's why
she's late.

So this friction between Charlie and
Walter, do you know if... Did it exist

during the baseball season?

Well, it went back several years. To
when?

We all worked for a large firm together.

Myself, Charlie, Walter.

We're good friends.

We decided we wanted to open our own
agency.

Only problem, Charlie had blown his
dough on other things.

So good time Charlie here couldn't go
into business with you and Walter.

Your Honor, counsel's leading the
witness. I strenuously object to his

characterization of my client.

Sustained. All right.

So, Mr. Bonham did not go into business
with you.

But why?

Why was he so angry with Walter?

Because he asked Walter to lend him the
money so he could go in for a third.

And Walter refused.

Charlie became very bitter.

But didn't Walter turn around and give
him a high -paying position in the firm?

Yes.

Walt may have seemed cold, but he had a
good heart.

And that's how Charlie repaid him.

With a blunt end of a lead bat.

Objection. Argumented. Prejudicial.

Sustained. No further questions.

No cross, Your Honor.

You may step down.

That concludes the case for the state,
Your Honor. Prosecution rests.

Will there be a defense at this time?

Yes, Your Honor. Defense calls Freddie
Hatton to the stand.

You handled the escrow insurance for
Cullen Judd? That's right. And Walter

Judd's personal insurance?

Well, yes, I did.

You used the past tense. Did he replace
you as an agent? I handled it at first,

and for a while, and then he let it
lapse.

When was that, recently?

I guess.

You guess.

I suppose...

Ten years is recent to a mountain or a
redwood tree.

Objection, Your Honor.

Counsel is testifying.

Mr. Matlock, I fail to see where this is
going.

Your Honor, with the court's indulgence,
I intend to make this abundantly clear.

Objection sustained.

Please ask questions, Mr. Matlock.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hatton, isn't it true that Walter
Judd's life insurance lapsed ten years

ago?

I have the termination notice right
here.

Would you like to refresh your memory?

Uh, it lapsed ten years ago.

Only Walter didn't know that, did he?

He'd been paying the premiums right
along until a few weeks ago when he

borrow against his life insurance and
found out that you had been short

-stopping those payments for the past
ten years.

Isn't that right?

I'm not on trial here. But you might be.

You see, I think Walter Judd had
evidence that you had been pocketing

premiums, and he threatened to go to the
state authorities unless you came up

with the money.

So you got Patty Judd to break into her
father's office, get the evidence so you

could destroy it. But she was thwarted.

So you had to go to your more deadly
plan B, correct? No, that's not true.

Oh, sure it is.

Sure it is. But now with...

With Walter dead, those files were
potential evidence for murder as well as

fraud. So you sent Patty back in again?

I didn't kill Walter.

What I don't understand is how you got
Patty Judd to help with the cover -up

when she must have known you killed her
father.

Patty knows I didn't murder her father.

Because...

I was with her in a parked car when it
was happening.

We were, uh... You know?

How long were you you -knowing in the
parked car?

Well, from the bottom of the third till
the end of the game.

Six innings? You're kidding.

Mr. Madlock.

Why didn't you say anything about this
before?

I was worried about Patty's reputation.
Oh, come on. Mr. Madlock. Oh, Your

Honor, come on. Mr. Madlock. Oh, Your
Honor.

You wanted to protect your insurance
company, didn't you? Well, yeah, that's

true. No further questions.

What do we do now?

It's the bottom of the night, Charlie.

What we need is a home run.

So Charlie slid into home plate.

Walter called him out and took off.
Start the clock.

Charlie got up, started to follow
Walter.

But by then, the fans and friends were
coming out of the stands and onto the

field.

That slowed Charlie down.

He first went to the parking lot.

through this trunk.

Okay, so he found Walter's car right
here under the third

light. He gave it a kick, started to go
back, and then something attracted his

attention under the stand and went to
investigate.

And then he found Walter's body.

How long?

64 seconds.

64 seconds.

Now, let's assume that Walter got here
30 seconds before Charlie.

Now, that leaves 34 seconds for whoever
it was to kill Walter and get away.

Why didn't Charlie see anybody?

He should have seen somebody, Michelle.
Don't you think he should have seen

somebody?

No. No, there's nobody there. I'm
telling you, there was nobody there.

I was all alone under the stands with
Walter's body for just a couple of

before anybody showed up.

Charlie, think back to that last inning.
Just go through that again.

Okay.

It's the bottom of the ninth.

One out.

All right.

Marshall Turner comes up.

First pitch is low and away. Swings and
misses. Strike one.

All right. Marshall settles into the
batter's box.

Pitcher winds up. Throws the 0 -1 pitch.

Marshall hits his towering fly to dead
center. All right.

I get ready to tag.

Outfielder goes back.

He makes the catch. I go.

Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

The count was 0 and 1 and 1 away.

When Marshall Turner hit into the game
-ending double play. Yeah, yeah, that's

right.

There was a ball strike counter found in
Walter's pocket, and it doesn't have

that count.

It says, three balls, two strikes, two
outs.

I remind you, you're still under oath.

Okay.

Mr. Cullen, when we first spoke, you
said that you and

Walter Judd had had several loud
arguments.

That's correct.

And that they were over business. You
wanted to expand and he didn't. Is that

right? Yes, it is. How is business?

Excellent. That's what I thought. And
that's why I wanted to recall you to the

stand.

It just seems odd.

If business was doing well enough that
you wanted to expand, why did Walter

find it necessary to try to borrow from
his insurance?

I don't know.

Well, you've borrowed from the company,
haven't you? Yes. And Walter, too? Yes.

So if the company...

had enough money that it could expand,
then I have to assume that if Walter

needed to borrow money from the company,
he could.

Of course.

Do you... Do you recognize these?

What are you doing with those?

I suppose that's recognition enough.
These are...

Cullen Judd Associate Books.

I subpoenaed them from your accountant
this morning.

Now, a superficial look at these books
would show that Cullen Judd

is inches from bankruptcy. And a closer
look at these books would show some

rather interesting bookkeeping that is
more commonly known as embezzlement.

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

Well, you are familiar with a property
at 327 Fieldston Drive.

I'd have to consult my books.

Well, let me refresh your memory.

Cullen Judd bought the property at 327
Fieldston Drive for $177

,000 three months ago.

I vaguely remember that.

You remember selling it?

No.

Your company sold that property for $223
,000 two weeks

before Walter Judd died and not one
penny went back into the company.

Now, that's what you and Walter were
arguing about, wasn't it?

He had found out you had embezzled that
money.

You're imagining things, Mr. Matlock.

And when you couldn't stop your partner
from going to the police...

Your only recourse was to kill him,
wasn't it? I wasn't at the game.

I didn't get there until after Walter
died.

I think that's what you'd like us to
believe.

How tall was Walter?

About 6 '1". In fact, you and Walter
were about the same size, weren't you?

Yes.

And you've seen Walter umpire lots of
ballgames, haven't you?

Sure. So you're aware that...

At the end of each inning, he would go
under the stands for a cigarette.

I don't know.

Oh, yes, you do.

Yes, you do.

Because you were waiting for him under
those stands at the bottom of the eighth

inning, weren't you?

It's absurd.

I'll tell you how I think it could have
happened.

You could have had a chest protector,
mask, cap, jacket.

Killed Walter.

Put on the chest protector, mask, cap,
jacket.

Gone out, umpired the ninth inning. And
since you and Walter were approximately

the same size and shape, no one would
have noticed.

Your Honor, objection.

This is pure speculation.

No, it's not.

It better not be.

Proceed. Yes.

You recognize this?

It's a ball strike counter an umpire
uses. More specifically, it is the ball

strike counter used by Walter Judd.

And the police have already testified
that it was found in his pocket after

death. What does it read?

Three balls, two strikes, two outs.

Three balls, two strikes, two outs.

That was the exact count at the bottom
of the eighth inning when the last

grounded out and Walter Judd... Went for
a smoke.

I really don't keep track of such
things. The game statistician does.

I think this indicates that Walter Judge
stopped umpiring at the end of the

eighth inning, and someone, probably
you, killed him, put on the chest

protector mask cap jacket, and umpired
the ninth inning.

I told you I wasn't there.

I was tied up in traffic for two hours.

Come on, Mr. Conn.

The moment of truth is here.

An accident did tie up traffic on the
highway for two hours.

But not on your side of the road.

You zipped right along, didn't you? Of
course, slowed down for a moment for

lucky lose, but you zipped right along.

And you know it.

Of course, this would all be
circumstantial and inconclusive if it

one fact.

Charles Bone was wearing steel spikes on
his shoes that night.

And we know that he slid into home plate
with such force

that he spiked the umpire on the leg.

The autopsy report shows no spike marks
on the victim.

Now, that game took place just 12 days
ago. Just 12.

That's not long enough for good -sized
cuts made by spikes to have

healed completely.

So whoever umpired the ninth inning

Must still have some spike marks on his
leg.

Mr. Cullen, want to just show us your
leg?

No, I don't.

I don't have to do that.

But if you didn't umpire the ninth
inning, your leg should be clean as a

whistle. This can all be over right now.

Want to just show me your leg?

Mr. Matlock, I'd like to see my lawyer.

Good move.

No further questions?

No questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Cullen, you may step down. And
you're ordered not to leave this

After further investigation, the people
move to dismiss in the interest of

justice. On the people's motion, this
case is dismissed.

This court is adjourned.

All right.

Mr. Matlock, I can't thank you enough.

Congratulations, Charlie.

Hey, you know, you're not bad. For an
old guy?

Hey, we didn't say that.