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Now, here's the heart of it, Ben.

If I leave my Rudy Valley records to my
sweet niece, Charlene, then I've got to

leave my Nelson Eddy records to her
whiny sister.

Those records are priceless, Ben.

You're not taking notes.

It's like I told you.

There are wills you can make out
yourself where you don't have to pay a

like me.

Well, you know what they say.

A man who does his own will has a fool
for a willmaker.

That's not the saying.

It's not?

No. It's a man who defends himself has a
fool for a lawyer.

Same thing.

I tell you what.

Tell you what. You make out a list, and
I'll make sure it's legal.

Ben, you're a genius.

I'll be back with a list as long as it's
an encyclopedia.

Oh, Mr. Matlock.

Please, you've got to help me.

Mr. Matlock, my name is Jennifer Holtz.

I'm a psychic.

I can see into the future.

Mr. Matlock, someone is going to be
murdered.

It's not me, is it?

What? It's not me.

No, you're too small.

Oh, good.

Now, don't you worry. You come right
with me and have a seat right in there.

And everything's going to be all right.

Cute chick, but two sandwiches short of
a picnic if you got money drowned.

Now, tell me, Miss Holtz, what can we do
to help you?

Well, I'm staying at the Crown Regent
Hotel for the New World Convention.

It's a gathering of psychics and New Age
people.

It happened in my hotel room.

Somebody was killed in your hotel room?

No, no, that's where I had the vision.

Oh, you must believe me.

I saw it all.

A man.

A tall, muscular man.

Stabbed in the back with a glass spear.

Holy cow.

Let me get this straight.

Nobody's been killed?

Within 48 hours, this man will die.

And I will be accused of the murder.

And I didn't do it.

Of course you didn't.

Well, no, she didn't, because a murder
hasn't been committed.

What exactly is it that you want, Miss
Holmes?

I need a defense lawyer.

Well, you can't be defended for murder
until a murder's been

committed. I mean, somebody has to be
dead. That's the law.

You must help me, please, Mr. Matlock.

Maybe we better get something straight.
I'm Mr. Matlock.

He's Mr.

Calhoun.

I'm a retired businessman.

You can call me Ace.

You've made a lot of money.

I've done pretty well.

And will continue to do so.

Really?

Where's Jennifer Holtz? How would I
know? Sarah's got a book for a radio

and she's an hour late.

Well, perhaps in the future she sees
there aren't any clocks.

We'd like you WZF listeners to know this
is the largest gathering of psychics,

healers, trans -channelers ever
assembled in your city. And Jennifer

appear daily.

I was a headline channeler before
Jennifer Holtz knew her astral

a karma.

Second billing is an insult to my
spiritual entity, Ramatiki.

If Ramutiki survived being beheaded in
Babylon, I think he'll survive second

billing. Where do they get this garbage?

They make it up.

Ramutiki is predicting an expanding
economy, worldwide prosperity.

Yes, there will be over a hundred
booths. Crystals, tarot readings, aura

readings, astrology, psychic healing,
numerology, every aspect of new age

thinking.

Thank you, Mr. Pressman.

Your Ramutiki is off his astral nut.
Saturn has gone into Capricorn. Wall

Street's heading for a crash.

You're crazy.

Uranus is in Capricorn in the 10th
house. The stock market will boom.

Ramutiki told you this? I channeled him
this morning. Yeah, well, he's coming

through fuzzy.

Jennifer says... Jennifer again.

Predicting a depression.

Oh, shut up, Spaulding.

Has anyone seen Jennifer?

Really?

Jennifer, where... have you been? Um,
Jennifer, I could use some advice.

Of course.

You look terrible.

You haven't eaten or slept, have you?

Come on. We're going to have lunch.

We'll be back in an hour. Where are you
going? You've got radio spots. You've

got newspaper interviews.

This is important.

Jennifer, you're the best.

And so beautiful.

Dick.

Why? How can you be so cruel to her?

Then she says, she says, in 48 hours, a
man will be killed

and I will be blamed for the murder.

She was a nice enough girl.

Attractive. Just one of those dames
that's a, you know, bubble off plump.

Oh, I was wondering if she was there,
why didn't you ask her to read your

fortune? No, no, no, no fortune. I don't
want to know about the future. I want

it to be a surprise.

What?

I just thought that you might have asked
her if there was anybody special in

your future.

Oh, yeah.

Here comes Lass.

Hey, Ben, you'll never guess.

Oh, hi, Lass.

You know that high -tech egg stack I
told you about?

Uh, Julie and I were just having a quiet
dinner.

Well, go ahead, eat.

Anyway, there was a two -for -one split.

And the stock went right through the
roof.

And I made a bundle, just like she said.

What are you talking about?

Jennifer holds.

She told me yesterday I'd make a
killing, and I did.

And now she says my hair is going to
grow back.

Oh, well, that's exciting.

Hi, Julie.

Boy, am I starved.

How did you find out we were here? Did
Jennifer predict it?

You think I'm some sort of weirdo?

I called your answering service and they
told me.

Can I have your pickle?

Dick?

Jake? Oh, my God!

No!

No! No!

Hold it!

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm
coming.

Hold your horses.

Come on.

What happened?

Just as I saw it.

What happened, Miss Holt? The stabbing.

Dick Blake, he's dead.

Stabbed in the back with a crystal wand.

Who's Dick Blake?

He's the assistant manager of the
convention.

I found him in the crystal suite.

Don't you see?

It's just as I predicted.

And now they're going to accuse me.

Was anybody else there?

When I first went in and...

And then someone came and I panicked and
ran.

Oh, you ran from the scene of the crime?

I didn't kill him.

Oh, you've got to help me.

Well, we've got to go to the police.

Oh, you represent me.

Oh,

I knew you would. Oh, I don't know. I
don't know. I'd sit down somewhere.

But... I've got to put on some pants
before going to town.

Do you ever get the feeling that people
are out to get you?

You're describing paranoia, Mr. Matlock.

And I'm not crazy.

But you hear voices and spirits.

Yes. I hear my guides and my teachers.

But not here.

Here.

I don't understand.

Ever since I was a child, I've had
feelings, intuitions about what would

Then when I learned to meditate, I
started to have visions.

For a while, I tried to deny it.

I didn't want people to think that I was
crazy.

So I went to college, got a real estate
license.

But selling flats wasn't...

I was put here to help people, Mr.
Matlock.

Do you understand?

I don't understand about being psychic.

And I don't think the prosecution will
understand either.

I think you will understand a witness
seeing you flee the scene of a murder

day after you predicted it.

What were you doing in the crystal room
that night?

Dick asked me to meet him at the office.

I was giving him private readings.

He was in a very negative space.

He seemed almost desperate.

When I got to the office, he wasn't
there.

But I noticed the door to the crystal
suite was open.

That's where I found him.

Why did you run? I mean, why didn't you
go for help?

When I found Dick, the most horrifying
vision I've ever had in my life came

in front of my eyes.

I was afraid.

I want my money.

Spalding, I've got much bigger things to
worry about than your paycheck.

You'll have to wait for your money.

I don't have a cent. Why don't you
channel up Ramu Tiki and hit him up for

loan?

Excuse us. We're looking for Iris Vogel.
We're attorneys. I'm Michelle Thomas.

This is Ben Matlock.

We're defending Jennifer Holtz for the
murder of... Dick Blake. Dick Blake.

What do you mean?

Jennifer's been arrested?

This is a disaster.

Well, could we ask you a few questions?

I'm sorry, I can't.

Cyril, just please tell them anything
that they want to know.

Iris!

None of this surprises me.

Everyone knew Dick and Jennifer were
lovers.

He was a rat with women.

She was a jealous, lovesick girl.

And Spalding Kane is a spiteful phony
who is thrilled to have Jennifer out of

the way.

And so Jennifer Holtz is the real thing,
huh?

Certainly.

Even the best psychics have a 75 %
accuracy rate.

Take a look at the chart I did on
Jennifer for an article in Cosmic

Consciousness Journal.

Jennifer Holtz is 96 % accurate.

How often does she predict things like
it'll be hot in Atlanta in July?

You're a skeptic.

That's fine.

But believe it or not, there is a new
consciousness coming.

And from the size of this convention, a
lot of money.

That's what attracts the frauds and the
fakes.

This is Marie's showroom.

She works with very powerful crystals
used to induce channeling and promote

health.

Good help.

Didn't do much for his, did it?

Boy,

he could have donated a lot of blood,
couldn't he?

Yeah.

Time to coroner say? About 9 p .m.

Murder weapon was a crystal rod about 18
inches long.

Those there.

Marie designed those herself.

Nothing's missing.

Good health.

Where would we find Marie Willis now?

She's probably up in her room.

She's upset about Jennifer, but she took
Dick's death hard, too.

She loved him.

He treated her very badly.

But then he treated all women badly.

You didn't like him very much, did you?

I hated him.

He was a self -serving, muscle -bound
hustler.

He was even taking bribes from vendors
for better positions in the convention

hall. Well, the murder took place about
nine o 'clock.

At nine, I was having dinner with Iris
in the hotel dining room.

Sorry.

But all those we've talked to, all of
them sounded like they wouldn't mind

killing her.

Good break. Yeah.

Well, maybe Marie will have a kind word
to say about him.

I smell smoke.

Yeah, in here.

Hurry!

There may be a fire in here. A key!

I should know better.

Well, yes, you're right.

Suicide's no answer.

Yes, it is.

But it's very bad karma.

Well, whatever you say.

Do you feel like answering a few
questions?

I think so.

Okay.

This...

It's mine.

I designed them.

Was it missing from your display case?

I gave it to Dick a month ago.

As a birthday present.

What was he doing in the crystal suite
that night? Had you arranged to meet him

there?

No.

I waited in my room for him to call.

I waited all night.

You did?

Yes.

I would have done anything for him.

He lied to me.

He cheated on me.

But I loved him.

Mr. Matlock.

I had... I had no choice.

You knew to kill him?

No. He was my soulmate.

You say he cheated on you?

He was a womanizer.

Who was he with?

I never dared meditate on that.

I started working with crystals because
I'm a very good psychic.

But I can't bear to tell people the bad
things that I see in their future or

look at the bad things that'll happen to
me.

Please don't ask me to meditate on that.

Please. I don't want to. No, no. I
wouldn't ask you to meditate on that.

No.

Who was the last woman you saw him with?

Jennifer.

He said some very sweet things to her.

He even kissed her.

For a moment, Mr. Matlock, Jennifer's my

best friend.

And she knew how desperately I loved
Dick.

How desperately I loved him.

She would never betray me.

She would never, never.

Good news for my spirit guides.

You're going to prove me innocent.

Oh.

Well, I might as well just go fishing
and let your spirit guides take over.

Jennifer.

We have a dirt poor case.

And unless I can get some hard, provable
facts, you're going to be convicted of

murder.

I don't know who's trying to frame you,
but whoever it is is doing a pretty good

job.

But who would want to frame me?

I don't know. Maybe Marie.

She was damn jealous of her soulmate,
and he was coming on to you.

Oh, Marie wouldn't.

Couldn't. But she's the best, most
honest person I know.

Besides, everyone, including Marie, knew
that I had a reading for Mrs. Murphy

that night.

I cancelled it at the very last minute.

Nobody knew I was meeting Dick.

So no one's framing me.

Hi, Ben.

Oh.

Hi, Les.

Hi, Ben.

Hi, Jennifer.

Well, I'm here for the latest bulletin
from beyond.

Mr. Calhoun, could we talk in private?

Later. Oh, I got no secrets from Ben.

We're buddies.

Besides, I want to show the skeptic here
how you do your stuff.

I want you to remember that, cosmically
speaking, there are no accidents.

You've lived many lives and will
continue to live many more.

You're going to tell me who I'm going to
be born as next so I can leave my money

to myself.

No.

The stock market's going down?

No. I mean, yes, but you won't care.

Oh, Mr. Calhoun, I'm obligated to tell
you what my spirit guides have told me.

You won't live to hear the verdict of
this trial.

Are you sure?

I mean, I know your spirit guides mean
well, but maybe they're talking about

another Les Calhoun.

Did they mention a zip code?

I don't want to die.

How's Marie?

She'll be okay.

Good.

I got some stuff on Dick Blake. Yeah?
Everything from petty theft to major

to kiting checks.

No kidding.

I wonder why Iris hired him.

Maybe she didn't know.

And he had...

Other talents. Oh, yeah.

I've been hearing that. Yeah.

He was a bodybuilder. Yeah, yeah. He
spent part of the time building his

and then the rest of it chasing somebody
else's. Well, they say it's good for

the heart.

I guess so.

I did some poking around.

Look at this.

Room service receipt.

From the week before the murder.

All signed by him? Uh -huh.

Look at the room number.

1737.

Dick Blake was in room 247.

Maybe you better see who's in 1737.

I'll hang around down here.

Miss Vogel, you mind if I ask you a few
questions?

I'm very busy.

I understand. You'd rather I ask them in
court?

Come in.

What was your relationship to Dick
Blake?

A stricter business.

He managed the day -to -day business of
setting up the convention for you? Yes,

he did. And none too well.

Well, you couldn't have been too unhappy
with his work.

Champagne and chocolate mousse at 2 a
.m.

Seems almost romantic.

Dick's idea of a coffee break.

That was the night that we worked on the
final convention budget.

It took until dawn.

Saving expenses was not his strong
point.

Then he wasn't living with you.

No.

Now, Dick appealed to women who needed
to suffer for love.

I'm not one of them.

Thank you, Miss Vogel.

You're not going to die.

She said I was.

Well, she could be wrong.

But you know what?

I believe your hair is growing in.

Really? Yeah.

Ben.

He wasn't living here and none of his
things are in his room.

You'd think a guy who's working out all
the time and chasing women would want to

take a shower. Yeah.

Hey, who's the one person who would do
anything Dick Blake said without asking

questions?

Yeah.

Call Marie.

Okay, she said to look in the closet.

Uh -huh.

Oh, here.

Here's Dickie's bag.

Poor Marie. Yeah, like you say, love is
blind.

Pay dirt.

Oh. And everything he needed to leave
town in a hurry. Yeah.

There must be thousands.

I think maybe we'd better call the
police.

State calls Mr. Benjamin Matlock.

Your Honor, I trust that my learned
colleague knows that an attorney cannot

compelled to divulge privileged
information.

I do not wish privileged information,
Your Honor. But if my learned colleague

still unwilling to testify, I'm sure we
can corroborate the information from

another witness.

Mr. Matlock, do you recall where you
were and what you were doing the night

the murder?

I was having dinner with you at Ray
Templin's bar.

And do you recall our conversation about
a young woman who made a certain

prediction? Yes, I do.

A prediction, and I quote, within 48
hours, a man would be murdered.

stabbed in the back with a glass spear,
unquote. Now, Mr. Matlock, wasn't that

prediction made a day before the murder?

Your Honor, I object.

Madam Prosecutor and I were talking in a
restaurant, and my testimony should be

stricken as hearsay and irrelevant.

Objection overruled. Answer the
question.

Yes.

Mr. Matlock, do you agree that this
crystal wand, which is the murder

might be described as a glass spear?
Spear.

I guess it might.

Uh -huh. Now, Mr. Matlock, isn't it true
that the person who made that

extraordinary prediction is your client,
the defendant Jennifer Holtz?

Yes.

I have just one more question.

Do you think your client can predict the
future?

Objection. This calls for a conclusion
on the part of the witness.

I withdraw the question.

Miss Vogel, this key ring, which you
have identified as belonging to the

Mr. Blake, contains keys to all of the
hotel suites, does it not?

All of the suites that we rented for our
convention, yes.

Dick, Mr. Blake, was my assistant
manager.

So Mr.

Blake could have entered any of the
hotel suites to meet anybody at any

day or night?

Yes, of course.

Do you know who he arranged to meet that
night?

No, he had his own life.

Did Mr.

Blake ever describe to you his
relationship with the defendant,

Yes. He told me that Jennifer was crazy
about him, called him night and day.

I wasn't surprised.

Dick seemed to attract young, foolish
girls.

Object. Move to strike.

Strike the last remark.

No further questions.

Considering the hour, I'm going to
recess until 9 a .m. tomorrow morning.

Ben?

Just curious, how much longer do you
think this trial will last?

Well, I think it'll last long enough
that when you die, you'll have a full

of hair.

I don't see what the point is. I already
told the police what I saw. That woman

ran out of here like demons were after
her.

Nothing's been touched.

Court order.

Well,

he must have been facing this way
because that's the way he felt.

Marie said that she gave him that wand.

Maybe he brought it up here with him.

Why would he bring the murder weapon
with him?

Surely he didn't bring it with him
because he thought somebody was killing

Maybe he's going to sell it.

Here, you take the wand. Slip up behind
me.

See if you can kill me.

Okay. No, no, no.

Not unless he was asleep. You would have
seen his killer. I'd see you.

That's strange.

Miss Willis, how long have you known
Jennifer

Holtz? About seven years.

And how would you describe your
relationship?

We're friends.

And you would never do anything to hurt
her, would you?

Never.

And she would never do anything to hurt
you?

No, she wouldn't.

I have a friend like that.

His name is Lee Greenway.

We've been friends for, oh, years and
years and years. We grew up together.

And we never, never had a harsh word
between us. We never, never got mad and

threw rocks at one another, you know,
the way boys will do.

We were from the country, I'm proud to
say.

And there was a girl that Lee liked.

Beautiful girl. She was tall, had long
black hair.

When Lee would see her, he had a little
poem he liked to say.

He'd say, if I'd have seen you coming,
I'd have knowed what to do. I'd have

raised both arms and I wove at you.

And she'd laugh.

And after a while, I started saying it.

Because I liked her myself.

And Lee never got mad at me.

Because we were friends.

And so I think I understand your
friendship with Jennifer. You're like

halves of a coin.

That's exactly the way we are.

We're twin souls through many lives.

Were you aware or were you ever
suspicious of

a relationship between Jennifer?

And Dick Blake.

Jennifer was counseling Dick.

I see.

I see. Even though he called and begged
her to meet him secretly

late that night, that was for counseling
and nothing more?

That's right.

I would have known if it was anything
else.

How would you have known?

Jennifer would have told me.

Even though she knew how jealous you
were of him?

Yes.

Jennifer told me everything.

You were that close?

Yes.

I believe you are.

I believe you are.

And I believe that if Jennifer had a
vision, a vision

as important...

as death, murder death.

If she told anyone, she would have told
you. And I believe she told you

of her vision.

And then when Dick Blake was killed, you
were terrified

that Jennifer had done it.

And Jennifer, knowing of your jealousy,
was very frightened that you had done

it.

You have been protecting each other

Jennifer

did tell you every detail of her
prediction

didn't Yes

now

This question is very important.

And you must answer it truthfully at all
costs.

You did tell someone else about
Jennifer's prediction, didn't you?

Yes.

Mr. Henning, Miss Willis did tell you
about Jennifer's

prediction, didn't she?

Yes, and I was convinced it would come
true.

I've been observing Jennifer for a long
time, and I believe her powers are

extraordinary.

Now, on the night of the murder, you
were having dinner

with Miss Vogel. In fact...

You used to have dinner with Miss Vogel
all the time.

Yes, I did.

Because there was a relationship that
ended around the first of the year.

That's right.

Now, as I said earlier, we have a
witness who saw Miss Vogel leave the

restaurant before 9 o 'clock. That same
witness saw you leave the restaurant

before 9 o 'clock.

Where did you go?

To my room.

Your Honor, the witness is not on trial
here.

Your Honor, may I just continue with
this?

Proceed. Thank you.

So you went to your room.

Did anyone visit you?

No.

So you were there all night?

Yes. Alone?

Yes.

Let the record state that I'm showing
the witness State's Exhibit 5, the scene

of the murder, better known to you as
the Crystal Suite.

Now, as you can see, the victim's body
is facing this way, facing the mirror.

Now, how do you suppose someone snuck up
behind him and stabbed him without

being seen in the mirror?

I haven't the faintest idea.

No? I mean, it seems to me a man the
size of Dick Blake would have seen

coming up, stabbing him, put up a fight.

One would think so.

One would.

So, it brought to my mind another

possibility.

Maybe, maybe Dick Blake wasn't killed in
the crystal

suite. Maybe he was killed somewhere
else, and then his body was moved.

What do you think?

I suppose that's possible.

Count on it.

Count on it, Mr. Henning.

I'm not psychic.

I can't talk to the spirits.

And even I know.

Dick Blake was killed in your room.

Objection! Mr. Madlock, unless you have
some basis and proof, you'll have to

drop this immediately.

I believe I have it, Your Honor.

Very well.

Now, now, now, now, just, just, just
listen to this.

See what you think.

You stabbed Dick Blake with this crystal
wand.

And he fell on the rug.

in your room bleeding heavily.

And you drug Dick Blake and the rug
across

the hall to the crystal suite where the
body was found, just like Jennifer

predicted.

Then you brought the rug from the
crystal suite to your room.

That's what caught you.

See, you thought that all the rugs and
all the sweeps and all the rooms

were all alike.

But they're not, thank you.

This is the rug and the crystal sweeps.

This rug was impounded by the police
last night

for evidence from your room.

Now, on the surface, these rugs look
identical.

And they are, except... if you turn
underneath, there's an inventory number

from the hotel that matches the room the
rug goes in.

This is the rug from the crystal suite,
the one with the blood, the one Dick

Blake fell on after he was stabbed.

And the number on the rug is 122.

Mr. Henning, what's your room number?

What's your room number?

122.

The rug the police impounded has the
number...

One, two, three.

That's the number of the crystal room.

And it came out of your room. You
switched them, didn't you?

Yes!

But I never intended that Jennifer would
be accused of Blake's murder.

I believe you.

And that's what threw me.

You never tried to frame Jennifer.

You thought she had a perfect alibi.

She had a reading that night with Mrs.
Merkin.

How could you know she had canceled that
reading?

To meet with Dick Blake.

You would never do anything to harm her,
would you? Of course not.

Jennifer is a light in the world.

She's the most special person I've ever
known. She's gifted beyond Nostradamus,

beyond Edgar Cayce, beyond...

Dick Blake

wanted to use her.

Use her as a woman for his pleasure and
as a psychic for his profit.

He was a carnal man who abused the
spiritual gifts of others. He mocked

everything the New Age stands for.

Dick Blake knew you didn't like him,
didn't he? I made no secret of it.

Why did he come to your room?

Greed.

His greed, like his ego, had no limits.

He wanted to sell me the crystal wand
Marie gave him and other valuable

I'm certain he stole.

He brought the weapon with him.

You see, it was meant to be.

Oh, so... So you killed him and moved
his body

so it would look like Jennifer's
prediction had

come true.

The prediction did come true.

I was only the means.

I was destined to kill Dick Blake just
as Jennifer was destined to reveal it.

I knew the moment Marie told me that
vision was meant for me.

Your Honor.

I move to dismiss.

Does prosecution have any objection?

None, Your Honor.

Motion is granted.

Miss Holtz, you're free to go.

This court is adjourned.

Be blessed with long life and good
health.

But what about me?

Bless? The case was dismissed.

There was no verdict. There was no jury
to give a verdict. There never will be.