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For your WBW traffic, eye in the sky,
and it's a glorious Atlanta morning.

too nice to go to work. So far, the
thruways are flowing smoothly, but there

will be tie -ups due to construction
later in the morning. So for those of

still in bed, good luck.

Now back to WBW's own Arthur. Say it
like it is Saxon, the man you love to

WBW, Arthur Saxon. Talk to me.

Hi, Arthur. It's Gloria.

Gloria. Well, I should have known it was
garbage by the sound of seagulls.

What's on your alleged mind this
morning, sweet cheeks?

Mwah, moe.

Badmouth Moore, the moron.

Good morning, Atlanta.

Get up.

Yes, yes, yes. It's Robbie Moore.

Moore. Moore.

Oh, come on. I think he's kind of cute.

You do?

Well, I used to work with him right here
at WBW, and I think he's adorable.

I love the way he got Deirdre Wallace
canned so he could be top disc jockey.

How many of you actually know somebody
named Bambi?

Come on now, raise your hands.

No, no, no, not both of them.

I admire the way he fired Leonard
Gilbert, the only man who would take him

manager when he was nobody. I had the
worst meal of my life last night.

Now,

I would be a good guy and tell you what
the name of this restaurant is, but the

only thing is they buy airtime here at
old WZF.

And as Bambi once said, hey, I'll do
anything for a buck. And I worship...

Worship the way he shafted our own
station owner, Marty Lynch, by jumping

to our chief competitor after Marty made
him a star.

Yeah, real class act, that Robbie Moron.
Folks, this is Robbie Moore reminding

you that if your child is threatening,
I'm leaving home, please.

Get it. Writing.

Get him out of the house.

I'll tell you a little story. You know,
last night, I went out with this really

nice girl. Speaking of lungs.

What a bummer.

Didn't smoke, didn't drink, didn't even
have a chance to.

The only problem with the war on poverty
is they didn't shoot enough for it.

You're on with Saxon.

Say, Arthur, do you know the communists
have taken over the entire U .S. Senate?

No, but if you have a few bars, I'll
fake it. Do you know the communists are

taking over the... You are on with
Saxon.

Good fight.

Southwest and westerly at 10 miles an
hour in a...

WBW Radio, Arthur Saxon. Please, whoever
this is, let them have access to a

brain. Whenever you talk about Robbie
Moore, you always leave out one

point.

Yeah? What's that?

Enlighten me, babe.

The point is, you're no longer number
one in drive time.

Robbie Moore is.

WBW Radio, 98 .6 FM, Atlanta.

out there, talk to me.

Well, if everybody cared to fire off
shotguns, there'd be a lot less crime.

Yeah, and a lot fewer people, too, dork.

Whippersnapper, there ought to be a law
against you.

Yeah, well, there is a law, bushbrain.
It's called freedom of speech, and it's

in the Constitution.

You're out of here.

WBW Radio, Arthur Saxon, talk to me.

Arthur, I read that if you dream you're
falling into a vat of chocolate...

whilst we ponder that often burning
question what do you say to god when she

sneezes think about it

People, it is 9 -5 -9. This is it. I am
sick of you people, and I am out of

here. Try not to screw up too badly
until 6 a .m. tomorrow when I will be

to straighten you out.

In the meantime, this is mad -mouth
Arthur Saxon saying, Hank, I am only

serious. Oh, yeah.

Hi, this is Melody on WBW Radio, 98 .6
FM Atlanta.

What the hell is going on, Marty? I've
been telling you for three weeks now

phone link is worthless. Get it fixed.

Arthur, I've got some bad news.

Robbie Moore is dead. He's been
murdered.

So what's the bad news?

Your car was seen coming out of the
Moore's driveway.

What the hell? Oh, really?

Yeah, a witness said it was going so
fast he couldn't get out of the way.

Sideswiped his car.

Put a crease in yours on the right front
here.

Scared the hell out of him.

I haven't been anywhere in this car
since 6 a .m.

Still warm.

Anybody could have driven this car.

I keep the keys in the glove
compartment.

Oh, what am I, a magician? I can be in
two places at one time?

For the past four hours, I have been
behind the mic, dazzling hundreds of

thousands of listeners. Ask Marty. He's
my biggest fan. Has to be.

He owns the station.

I had to tell him.

About the relief tape you play when you
eat breakfast.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Saxon.

Sure would appreciate it if you'd come
downtown with me.

Morning.

Morning. What do you think?

A friend of mine's been arrested.

Oh.

Is it anybody I know?

No. I've been seeing him, you know,
socially, just for a short time.

Oh, what was he arrested for?

Murder. Somebody you've been going out
with was arrested for murder?

Ben, will you just... Did he do it?

Oh, I can't imagine that he did.

He is such a...

Gentle, kind, intelligent person.

Well, he sounds like some kind of nice
guy.

He is.

He's Arthur Saxon.

From the radio?

Yes. Oh, you'll like him, Ben. He's
smart and he's clever.

He's a genuine, true jackass.

See, that's just an act for his radio
show. Underneath you, he's warm. He's

sensitive. Really.

That's his job.

Once you get to know him, he's... I said
I'd talk to him.

Yes!

Yeah.

I think it's your people like each
other.

What's not to like?

Arthur, this has been Matlock.

Ben, this is Arthur Saxon.

Is that it? Not even hello?

I told him you didn't kill Robbie Moore.

Yeah, well, she tells you right.

I'll go see about the arraignment.

I didn't agree to take the cake.

Why the hell not? My money's as good as
anyone else's.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

They told me they found a .38 in a trash
can half a mile from Robbie Moore's

house, yeah.

Registered to you.

I collect guns.

It would be very easy for someone to
steal a gun from my house.

Do you have any idea when that might
have happened? Remember that party a

weeks ago, 150 people? It was probably
then.

You didn't think much of Robbie Moore.

It was slime mold.

But you didn't kill him.

This is personal, isn't it? You don't
like me.

Not much.

And you hate my radio show.

Yeah.

Well, I call a creep a creep and a jerk
a jerk. I don't suffer fools gladly. Do

you, Mr. Matlock? I mean, unless it's
for money.

Not even for that.

good to meet you okay you don't like me
you don't like what i do but i say what

i think and i believe what i say i may
be angry but i'm honest that's a very

nice speech you better pray you've got a
lot of nice speeches because the

trouble you're in is very serious the
charge is first degree murder

Moving toward the recommendation from
both sides, I hereby set bail for Mr.

Saxon at $150 ,000.

Your Honor.

Pam, I'm out of here.

Come back here, Bailiff!

Hold that man!

Please.

That judge sure is a hard -boiled old
man. Try that one more time, and I'll

you rot in jail.

What's with him?

Ben is your only hope.

All right.

What happens next?

Grovel, grovel. I won't do it again.

Okay, we have to figure out who set you
up.

Now, this tape you play while you eat
breakfast, it's called a relief tape?

Yeah, I tape people who call in after
the show's over and play the tape during

my break.

Do all DJs use a relief tape?

I'm a radio personality, Matlock.

My name is Mr.

Matlock.

Pardon moi.

Are you the only radio personality who
uses a relief tape?

That I know of, yeah.

And who besides you knew about this
tape?

Well, there's three people. They're all
friends of mine.

Marty Lynch, he's the station owner.

Deirdre Wallace, she's the DJ who used
to have the show that came on after

And Leonard Gilbert, my manager.

And they all hated Robbie Moore.

We'll start with them.

I'm ready.

No, that means Ben and I will start with
Ben.

You go on home and try to relax.

Have dinner with me?

Eight o 'clock?

I'll relax.

Well, what next?

absolute creep.

Please, Ben, he's not a creep.

It's just that under pressure, his radio
personality flips into real life. He

can't help it.

He's a creep.

What's the matter with you?

I've never seen you this crazy over
anybody.

He's wrong for you. I know it. I know.

Well, you think you're going to change
him?

There's always a change. You can't
change a rattlesnake into a...

Pet rock you walk around with in your
pocket. Sooner or later, he's going to

bite you. It's probably sooner than
later.

As most of you know, I was a disc jockey
at WBW when Robbie first signed on.

I'll never forget how excited he was the
first time he sat down in front of that

mic. Or how truly grateful he was for
any help that any one of us could ever

give him.

Just had to see for myself He just like
you to try to pull a fast one on me

Mr. Lynch, Michelle Thomas, we had an
appointment.

What happened?

Your client happened.

Arthur did this?

Yeah, I told him I was taking a show off
the air until this murder thing blew

over and he went nuts.

He accused me of being the one who
framed him.

Hey, wait a minute. I liked Robbie more.
I gave him his first big break.

So you didn't mind that he took that job
with a rival station?

Actually, I hated that.

I hear he cost you close to $600 ,000 in
lost advertising.

Yeah, well, I hated that, too, but I
didn't kill him.

I was at home, and I was alone.

I've only killed Robbie Moore in my
dreams.

Arthur didn't believe you.

in your sink.

About a drop a second.

You know how much water that amounts to
in a day's time?

Enough to keep an entire Ethiopian
family going.

Hmm. Seven o 'clock in the morning and
you already found a way to give me

What's that?

I sent away.

3950. It's the Mr.

Handyman. I'll fix that, Lee.

Oh, no, that's too much trouble. I'll
call a plumber. Bite your tongue.

20 bucks an hour?

Not while Ace Calhoun is around.

And looky here.

Every wrench known to man.

Sockets domestic and metric.

And looky here.

A spark plug wrench for a Ferrari.

You don't own a Ferrari.

We don't know anybody that owns a
Ferrari.

Well, that's an example for the other
tools.

In the morning, what was Robbie Moore
gone?

I tried to lift that other crumb. You
know, the nasty one? Yeah, Arthur Saxon.

Yeah. Boy, that guy really gets up in my
skin.

Sometimes I like to punch him right in
the kisser. Mm -hmm.

He's a suspect, you know.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sending him.

come through here?

May I help you, sir?

Oh, yeah. Is Leonard Gilbert here yet?

Be sweet, sir.

Mr. Gilbert, Ben Matlock.

This is your fault.

If it weren't for you, that maniac would
be in jail where he belongs.

This suit cost 800 bucks.

Grape jelly doesn't come out.

Arthur, uh, Arthur threw jelly on your
suit.

Let me get this straight. Arthur just
walked in here and started throwing

and stuff?

That's not funny. I'm sorry.

First, he just yelled at me.

Accused me of framing him for Robbie
Moore's murder.

He didn't get violent until I told him I
was dropping him as a client.

Oh. Well, why was that?

I'm an agent, Mr. Matlock.

If a client goes down, I go down with
him.

I need Arthur like I need a hole in the
head.

WBW just laid him off.

Ten percent of zero is zero.

So, uh, you dropped Arthur like Robbie
Moore dropped you.

He decided that he'd outgrown me.

Accused me of stealing from him.

Hell, he owed me money.

That ungrateful rat.

I bought him his first suit. Had his
teeth capped. Paid for his nose job.

Talked Marty Lynch into giving him his
first shot.

I created him.

I need to stab you in the back.

Yeah.

Well, he's dead.

I'm not.

Arthur's gonna fry.

Things are looking up.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Things are looking up.

Yeah. I enjoyed talking with you. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Make it quick, okay?

Arthur, security is on its way, so just
don't do anything you might regret.

I asked him. He didn't. I said you were
home when Robbie was murdered, but you

weren't. Who says I wouldn't? Your
neighbor.

Mrs. Kruger said she saw you leave your
house at 7 .30. Moore was murdered at 7

.45. Oh, come on. What does she know?
The old bat's always half in the bag.

You wasted him, then framed me, didn't
you?

No, Arthur. Please don't do it.

That's enough, Mr. Saxon.

You are history.

Get it? I don't get it. I don't get it.

You're my lawyer. You better come up
with something fast.

What talent did you rip that off?

Okay, that's it.

That's it.

You better listen to me.

You don't have a job.

You don't have a defense.

And in about a minute, you won't have a
lawyer.

You can't quit on me now. I will in a
heartbeat.

Go ahead.

I'll survive.

And I'll come out on top.

Because I got talent and I got guts.

And what more do I need?

I'll tell you.

You need some damn common sense.

You need a jury that wants to find you
innocent.

Not one that can't wait to find you
guilty.

It's your job to convince the jury.

Yeah, it's my job.

You keep committing mayhem.

getting arrested, treating the whole
world like everybody's a fool but you,

jury's going to find you guilty, condemn
you to death, the state's going to show

you the chair, the guards are going to
strap you in it, the chaplain's going to

pray over your stupid head, and I'm
going to pull the switch personally and

applaud. You got that?

Hello, Ben.

Arthur.

I got the relief tape from WDW.

He played this relief tape every day.

Right.

But not exactly at the same time.

Well, whenever I got hungry.

Sometimes earlier, sometimes later.

So there was no way any of our suspects
could have known Arthur was playing the

tape.

Unless something on the tape tipped one
of them off.

But what will we be listening for?

I don't know.

Aren't you going to stay? No.

You stay.

If you hear anything peculiar, let me
know.

do unto others before they do unto you.

Yo, this is Arthur Saxon, lean, mean,
and better than you deserve.

WBW Radio, 98 .6 FM, Atlanta.

Rewind. No.

I, uh, I can't listen anymore. I'm not
hearing anything important or peculiar.

Maybe you need a break, Arthur.

I'll make some fresh coffee.

No. Look, Michelle, I've had a dozen
cups already. I'm not going to sleep for

month.

You and I just sit down over here and
talk.

We've been talking for hours.

About the case.

You're on trial for your life, Arthur.
The case is important.

Arthur, you can't kiss me here. All
right, I'll kiss you here.

Arthur, no, Arthur.

You're making me very nervous. Since
when?

The cleaning crew comes on Wednesday
night.

What time? Ten o 'clock.

You've got 23 minutes.

Arthur!

You are hopeless!

What do you mean, hopeless?

You're the kind of man my mother warned
me about.

A heartbreaker, love them and leave
them.

A dangerous man.

And you're my lawyer.

So I don't want to get you mad.

I'm not mad.

You're not?

I never asked you for a commitment,
Arthur.

At least once in every woman's life, she
should kiss a dangerous man.

You and I should get out of here.

There's somewhere quiet in that place.

Well, Paul, the rooster's crowing and
the sun's rising.

Where does the time go?

Well, Ma, when we're jarring with our
friends at WCPG, midnight to six is just

spit in the wind.

Until midnight tonight, this is Deidre
Wallace saying so long, y 'all.

WCPG, country's taking good time.

93 .4 on your FM dial.

Yeah, that's pretty funny stuff.

I've been here three months, nine days,
and six hours.

You sound like you don't like it.

I used to be the top DJ at the number
one station in Atlanta.

Now I do commercials for tractors and
give pork belly reports.

What do you think?

On the air, you sound like you love it.

So I'm a great actress?

Hell, pay the rent.

Those were all taken when I was back at
WBW.

Out here, a celebrity is the county fair
winner of the hog -calling contest.

Oh.

Is there a picture of Robbie Moore up
there?

No, but I don't have one of the
Ayatollah up there either.

I don't want to be rude to you, Mr.

Matlock, but I am real beat, and I want
to get out of here. I just want to go

home and go to bed.

Is that what you do every day after your
show, go home and go to bed?

Exciting, isn't it?

Yeah. And that day, I went home and went
to bed, and I got up around 2 o 'clock,

put on the television and heard the news
about Robbie.

And I just marveled to think that there
really is some justice in this world

after all.

Where's Arthur?

At home, I hope. Yeah, what a creep.

Thinks he can come in here and wreck my
office and take a swing at me?

Arthur's pretty hard to take sometimes.

Arthur's pretty hard to take most of the
time.

But I think you're going to want to drop
your assault charge.

Oh, no, no, no.

Not in your life.

Don't think you can come in here and
lawyer talk me out of seeing Arthur in

jail. Uh -uh.

Well, Mr. Lynch.

You lied about being home the morning
Robbie Moore was murdered.

What are you saying?

I had a talk with Mr.

James T.

Crosby. I believe you know Mr. Crosby.

Yeah, I know him.

So does your sound engineer.

He saw you having breakfast with him the
morning of the murder.

Yeah, well, we were talking business.

Big business.

I'd send James T. negotiating to buy
your station.

Mr. Matlock, please.

If the wrong people find out about this,
that business deal can go right down

the tubes.

So that's the secret you were trying to
protect by saying you were at home?

Well, yeah. I mean, wouldn't you?

This deal is worth millions.

Look, you're not going to tell Arthur
about this, are you?

I mean, he's got a mouth bigger than the
Mississippi.

He does, doesn't he?

Arthur, I took a course on positive
thinking and it changed my life.

See, I used to think I was weak and
wimpy and... Yeah, well, you still are a

toad breath. Take a course in skydiving.

Anything? Not yet.

Don't you keep a record of who calls?

Those yo -yos.

Wait, remember you told me that...

When a listener goes on the air, the
station sends an official WBW mug with

picture on it?

Oh, so you do.

You not only have the names of the yo
-yos, but their addresses.

I'll call the station.

voices on that tape and only ten mugs
were sent out.

Why?

Someone could refuse a mug.

One of these eleven people refused a
mug. Which one?

I don't know.

Wait a minute.

Yeah. I think I do know.

It's that old guy. He calls about twice
a month.

Mr. Paranoid.

Thinks everyone should be armed and
shoot to kill.

Probably lives in a bunker and doesn't
want anyone to know where.

Does he always refuse?

Yeah, well, I guess so.

If everybody carried a sawed -off
shotgun, there'd be a lot less crime.

Yeah, and a lot fewer people, too, dork.
Oh, come on, man. This is a big waste

of time. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

This is the person who killed Robbie
Moore.

How do you know?

I just know.

I can't prove it yet.

Some deal, huh? Yeah.

Stationed vote from the studio right in
his own house.

Must have wanted him pretty badly.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Pretty nice looking fellow, isn't he?

Hmm. Yeah.

You used to be a disc jockey at station
WBW, along with Arthur Saxon and

Robbie Moore. Is that right?

Yes, I was.

But you were let go.

Fired, Mr. Matlock, yes.

Didn't the listeners like your program?

Robbie Moore didn't like me.

He was jealous, or he had me fired.

Oh.

But... After a while, you found another
position at station WCPG.

Voice of the boonies, yeah.

Same pay?

Hardly. Much less.

So much less, in fact, that the bank
repossessed the home you'd bought.

I lost my home, yes.

Well, with...

Robbie Moore dead and Arthur Saxon out
of the running, why, maybe

something will come up for you back here
at WPW. Objection. I fail to see the

relevancy of any of it. It goes to
motive, Your Honor.

The people have already established
motive. For my client, yes, but not for

person who actually killed Robbie Moore.

Am I correct in assuming you know better
than to make such an allegation without

proof?

Yes, ma 'am. I'm going for that now.

Proceed.

Thank you.

When you were at WBW, did you ever send
your car out to be washed?

Yes. How'd you do that?

I would call an attendant.

He'd take the car someplace, have it
washed, and bring it back.

Where'd he get the key?

I kept a spare in the glove compartment.

Just like...

All the other people who worked at the
station.

A lot of people did that, I believe,
yes.

A witness testified that she saw Arthur
Saxon's car

racing away from Robbie Moore's house
right after the murder had been

committed. She didn't see who was
driving.

But you knew about the key, and you knew
where Arthur parked his car.

So I submit it was you who was driving
the car that morning.

I was at home, sleeping.

No, I don't think so.

Now, I don't think so.

What if everybody carried a sawed -off
shotgun?

Maybe a lot less crime.

Know who that was?

I have no idea.

That's one of the voices.

on the relief tape we've heard so much
about. The one the prosecution says that

Arthur was playing when he was not on
the air.

So? I thought about this.

Well, Ma, when we're jarring with our
friends at WCPG, midnight to six is just

spit in the wind.

That's me. On WCPG, that's hardly a
secret.

No, no. The secret is that you are also

our shotgun -carrying Mr. Clements.

That's ridiculous. I am not.

You're a very, very talented woman.

And I have a confession to make.

I'm a fan.

I listen to, on the radio, classical
music or...

Country and Western. I'll go from Mozart
and Brahms right to Eddie Arnold.

And I listen to you. And you're very
talented. You do all those voices.

You do them so well, no one would ever
know that you are not all those people,

except for one thing.

Where are you from originally?

Arkansas. That's it.

That's it.

Listening to you.

All this time.

And I just now figured it out.

It's the R sound.

People from Arkansas often add a little
R sound to their words.

Arkansas.

Sardoth shotgun.

It's a beautiful accent, but it's
unmistakable.

And there your voice is.

On Arthur's Relief Tape.

Why would I call Arthur's show?

Well, you called him late Monday,
knowing it would be taped and

played on Tuesday morning.

So on Tuesday morning, you got in
Arthur's car, drove over to Robbie

house, turned on the radio, and waited
till you heard your voice,

knowing that Arthur would not be on the
air live and therefore would not have an

alibi.

And you went in the house with the gun
you had taken from Arthur's party and

shot your old nemesis to death.

All right. Yes, I called Arthur's show.

I did it as a joke to see if I could
fool him, which I did.

But that hardly means that I killed
Robbie Moore.

Just one more thing.

Just one more thing.

I understand that you're a big fan of
John Lennon.

Yes, I am.

Did you ever meet him personally?

Once. Where was that?

He was on a promotional tour of Atlanta,
and he stopped by some of the major

radio stations.

Autograph that was on a picture.

To all my friends at WBW, now and
forever, John.

It's a valuable photograph.

Mr. Lynch told me that he more or less
gave you that picture.

Put on your wall behind your desk. Since
you were such a big fan, he figured

you'd take the best care of it. But when
you were fired and gone, the picture

stayed. I guess Robbie Moore thought it
would look good on his wall, too.

Whatever Robbie wanted, Robbie got.

Maybe you can explain something.

This, uh... This is a publicity still
that Robbie

Moore sent out. See, that's Robbie there
in his studio, and those are the

pictures on the wall. You see the
picture there of John Lennon?

Now, this is the photograph the police
took after the murder. There's Robbie.

Pictures.

Picture of John Lennon's gone.

And here's why.

It's here in my hand.

The police retrieved it from the wall
behind your desk this morning.

You wanted this picture so badly that
you took it after you shot him.

You figured the people at that little
station would never notice.

And you were right.

They didn't.

I don't know much about...

rock and roll music, don't care.

But I know that John Lennon was a famous
man.

And I noticed.

We find the defendant not guilty.

A not guilty verdict is entered in the
record.

Court is adjourned.

I guess nice guys don't always finish
last, huh?

Mr. Saxon, with any luck, I'll never see
you again.

You still at it?

Oh, the faucet's fixed.

I found some ham and cheese in your
icebox, and I thought I'd better finish

before it goes bad.

Oh, good.

How's Arthur Saxon? Oh, disgusting.

Did you say you finished this thing?

Yeah, let's give her a whirl.

Okay.

All right, now.

When I turn the water on down here, you
turn it on up there, okay?

Okay.