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Friends, we're gathered here to pay our
final respects to our good friend Daniel

Bartholomew Kingsley.

Our thoughts and our prayers go to his
loving wife, Felicia, and to his son,

Aaron, his daughter, Ellen, and his
husband, Jim, and his four beloved

grandchildren, and to his many, many
friends.

I have the good fortune to be one of
them.

And how I look forward to that glorious
day when we shall be together again on

Jordan's far shore.

But until then, Daniel, Bartholomew, D
.B., as those of us who were blessed

his friends that knew him, rest in
peace, old friend.

May the grace of God be with you all.

Amen.

Amen.

reunion we hoped it would be. I know,
but the way life is. Yeah.

Friends part, miss each other, talk
about getting back together and somehow

never happens.

And then one day it's too late.

Hey, how about this?

How about all four of us have dinner at
Ray Timpins Bar?

We'll drink a toast on the BB. What say?

I haven't been there in so long.

Think the Reverend will join us? You
ever know Jimmy to miss a party?

Of course, that's the old days, before
he got religion.

Well, there are four of us left.

Tell the truth, Ben.

Forty years ago, would you ever imagine
that any of us would have come this far?

I don't know, bud. We got lucky, I
guess. Real lucky.

The way I see it, we made our own luck.

Dad asked me to give you this.

What is it? I don't know.

He gave it to me about a week before he
died.

Said it was for your eyes only.

You really meant a lot to him, Ben.

This court is in session.

Mr. Taft, are you ready to question the
prospective jurors?

I am, Your Honor.

Proceed. Mr. Morgan, what is your
occupation?

I recently retired from Hoffman Tool and
Dye.

42 years, don't you know?

When we first started, we used to put in
a 12 -hour day.

Now I don't know what to do with my
time.

Dear Ben, I'm about to tell you a 35
-year -old secret.

Remember how the five of us used to go
hunting every fall up around Echo Lake?

What I'm going to tell you happened on
the trip you missed because some judge

switched a trial date on you.

Remember that?

Say cheese, boys!

Cheese, boys!

Hey, next time, leave your shotgun at
home, DB.

Things would have turned out so
differently if you'd been along that

Ben. But it was just me, Bud, Jimmy, and
Lucas.

Bud started passing the bourbon, and
nobody much cared that we hadn't shot a

thing that day.

But we didn't exactly go back to the
cabin empty -handed that night.

On the drive back, we picked up a
hitchhiker, a girl, very young, very

very sociable.

The guys talked her into staying a
while.

I didn't like the idea, having just
gotten engaged to Alicia, but I was

outnumbered.

Within a few hours, everyone was pretty
drunk.

I could see where this was heading.

So could the girl.

She wanted to go.

I got out of there, Ben.

I just got in my car and drove home.

I didn't even bother to pack my gear.

I knew something terrible was going to
happen.

I was right.

A few days later, the enclosed article
appeared in the Atlanta Examiner.

It was her.

They arrested some poor black who lived
a couple of miles away.

He swore he was innocent, but he was
convicted and sent to prison.

All these years, Ben, I live with the
knowledge that one of our friends, our

closest friends, could very well be a
murderer.

Please, please do what I never had the
guts to do.

Find out the truth.

Mr. Matlock.

Now that the court has your attention,
Mr. Matlock, would you like to question

Mr. Morgan?

Oh, uh, yes, I, uh...

I apologize for my lack of attention,
Your Honor, and I'd be happy to talk to

Mr. Morgan.

Conrad.

What do you think about when you hear
the words business card?

What's up?

I have a problem.

Conrad McMaster's private eye. I'm
impressed.

Yeah, pretty good, huh? Yeah.

What's up?

I want you to find somebody for me. A
fellow named Calvin Stokes.

He was convicted of first -degree murder
in 56, spent time at the Georgia State

Pen, and was paroled in 86.

No problem.

Tell him I want to talk to him.

No problem. What about?

Close the door.

We were just talking about your 28th
birthday party, Ben. Remember that? You

missed it completely.

I swear, such a great party. Nobody
realized you weren't there until it was

finished. At least I did.

Oh, this is great.

We finally got back together again.

Yeah, yeah.

But, well...

I'm afraid it's not going to be quite
the celebration we had hoped.

What's this?

That's a letter D .B. wrote me just
before he died, all about that hunting

you took without me back in 55,
including the part about the girl.

The girl? What girl?

That girl.

thinks one of us killed some girl that
weekend?

That's crazy.

I spent a lot of time with DB during his
final weeks, Ben.

He wasn't himself.

I had him on morphine. He had to have
been hallucinating. Why did he keep

flipping all these years?

Ben, there was no girl in the car, in
the cabin, or anywhere else.

You haven't told anybody about this.

I'm up for re -election next year.

My investigator.

No names in his clothes.

You're investigating.

I have to go through with this.

I mean, I just have to. It was TB's last
request, his dying wish, so I have to

do it. But, you know, if nothing comes
of it, then, well, heck, that'll be

That'll be that.

Well, that's a shame.

You know, if you'd have been there that
weekend with us like you should have,

you would know.

You wouldn't have to go through all
that.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And D .B.

was sick.

Yeah. As I recall, that trip was one of
our best.

You mean you actually brought something
home?

Of course we did.

Coals.

From sleeping on the cold hard ground.

What do you say we order?

I'm sorry.

What else is new? Yeah, hey, Rita.

All right, it's pretty simple. Mr.
Calvin Stokes still lives in Echo Lake.

It's all I could do to get him to talk
to me. He absolutely doesn't want to get

involved. Told me to shove off.

No, actually, he told me to get the hell
out of there.

Maybe he's guilty after all.

I don't know about that, but he sure
wants to put the past behind him and get

with his life.

Why did DB have to dump this on me? Why
couldn't he have just left me a nice tie

or something?

Well, daggone it. The man won't talk to
me.

I can't help it. Remember, the boys are
right. DB was real sick at the end of

his life. I'm done with this case.

All right, well, if something else comes
up, I got my card. Yeah, Conrad

McMaster's private eye.

See you, Ben.

Yeah. Okay.

Ow! Sorry.

Ow!

Ow! I'm sorry.

How you doing?

I'm fine.

Did your boys get a look at my car?

Yeah, what was left of it.

If anything occurs to you, anything at
all, call me.

I will.

You be careful, Ben. Yeah, I will.

Thanks, pal.

Oh, Conrad.

Why don't you go to the hospital?

No, I'm fine.

You don't look fine. You look hurt.

How could somebody blow up my car?

Ignition bomb.

You were lucky.

Bob Brooks is right. Somebody
deliberately tried to kill me. You bet.

So do you have any idea who might have
done it?

No.

Think.

Well, I'm thinking.

You think I'm not thinking? I'm
thinking.

Could you trace where that bomb came
from?

Yeah, I'll find out where it came from.

And I'm going to do something else. I'm
going to talk to your friends.

Oh, no.

Well, then you do it. No, these are my
oldest, dearest friends. And you're

investigating them for a murder.

Oh.

If someone from the past, just from the
past, was trying to kill you, they'd

have done it a long time ago.

Whoever planted that bomb has got to be
connected with what's going on now, and

you know that.

I have to get up.

Oh, Conrad,

you're wrong. You've got to be wrong.

Forget it.

I wish I could, Mr. Stokes, but I can't.

A man I've trusted for 40 years told me
that you went to prison for a crime you

most probably didn't commit.

You're damn right I didn't.

Why won't you tell me what happened?

What's talking going to get me?

Now, I did my time, hard time, and I
just want to forget it. But if you're

innocent... Keep it down.

Nobody here knows I'm an ex -con, and I
want to keep it that way.

You want to live your life that way?

Hoping nobody will find out? Hoping you
won't lose your job? Why won't you let

me help you? Maybe I can clear your
name.

Just leave me alone.

No.

Mr. Stokes, I can't.

I promised my oldest friend.

Now, you're going to take me and show me
what happened, because I'm going to

stay right here till you do.

Now, tell me just exactly what happened.

Well, I was walking home from work in
the night shift at the mill like I

did. I didn't have a car.

I didn't have much anything.

Anyway, I was in a hurry.

So I took a shortcut right down this
path.

Right here, right off the path, I saw a
pair of gloves kind of caught in the

bushes like somebody tossed them there.
So I went and put them on.

Hell, finders keepers, it was a cold
morning. Of course. When I got here, I

something a little ways down there.

So I went and looked, and I saw it was a
girl lying face down in the brush.

I started pulling her out. Then I
realized her head was all bloody, and

stiff like she was dead. Now, that
scared the hell out of me. So I left her

there, and I just ran right up this hill
to the road.

And you ran back to the road here, then
what?

Well, I kept on running.

Pretty soon I heard a car coming up
behind me, and it was the sheriff.

Well, then I just panicked and started
running faster.

Then I looked down and the sort of blood
from that girl was all over my new

gloves. So I just took them off and
threw them in the bushes. Yeah.

And then the sheriff retrieved them.

And after he ran you down and arrested
you, he turned them over to the

prosecutor because without them, they
wouldn't have had much of a case.

Do you really think you can clear my
name?

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

I'm going to give it my very best shot.

Where on earth did you get this?

Alan Kingsley let me look through D
.B.'s old photo albums. Remember what a

camera nut he was?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, how come you're not in this?

Well, that was the weekend I couldn't
make it. Remember?

And that's the weekend D .B. wrote about
in that letter.

Ben, I'm crying out loud.

Well, Bud, it was the only thing D .B.

ever asked me to do.

D .B. was taking morphine when he wrote
that thing. He was out of his mind.

Excuse me, Bud. Senator Jacobs' office
just called. Can you make it to lunch

with him and the governor Monday?

Bet I can.

Oh, Senator Jacobson and the governor,
that's life in the fast lane.

Well, if everything goes as planned,
three years, Patty and I will be moving

Washington, D .C.

All right.

Oh, wow.

Oh,

Bud.

I feel lousy about this, but I've just
got to go ahead with it.

Ben.

There was no girl.

Well, just for a moment, let's

suppose there was a girl.

Let's suppose that you and Lucas and
Jimmy got her up to that cabin and there

was a lot of drinking going on.

This is as hard to think about as just
to say, but suppose something

happened.

That could have destroyed your
reputations.

Suppose you were afraid the girl would
tell.

We've known each other for 40 years. How
can you suggest something like that? I

know, but a bunch of young men getting
drunk like that, egging one another on,

next thing you know... I don't drink.

Templin's Bar.

There was no alcohol in it.

Maybe not now, but you sure did then.

No, sir. I had stopped by then. No. No.

Here.

Here.

You see that flask coming out of your
pocket right there? You see that?

Always had that. See that?

Now that I'm remembering that weekend,
it seemed that everybody changed after

that. You ran for city council.

Lucas went back to medical school. Jimmy
joined the church.

Stopped chasing the girl.

Pure coincidence, Ben.

I hope so, bud.

What do you mean, a change for the
better after that weekend?

Well, that's what Bud said.

Bud, he said that. Well, not in so many
words, but you did join the church right

after that weekend, didn't you, Jimmy?
Well, sure. And you stopped chasing the

girls. Oh, wait a minute. You make it
sound like I'm some kind of Don Waller.

Well, you were.

Always looking at the girls and
always...

Combing your hair just right to be sure
they look back at you. That's why you

never wore a hat, remember? Didn't want
to mess up your hair. Yeah, well, I was

just a kid.

Yeah, you were. Look at this.

Here. See?

That must have been taken that weekend.

See your hair?

You must have still been chasing the
girls, at least that's what Bud thought.

He did.

Well, sort of.

And it put me to thinking that maybe
something did happen between you and

girl that weekend.

There wasn't any girl that weekend, Ben.

Beautiful church, Jimmy.

That's beautiful.

I hear they're talking about televising
your Sunday services.

Well, I've been approached, but I don't
think it's going to happen. I'm just a

simple preacher.

Oh, don't be so modest. You'd be the
next Billy Graham.

Ben, excuse me. Bill, would you put one
of those red hymnals up on the organist

bench? Miss Cora gets a little disturbed
if she can't find it.

So I can understand why D .B.'s letter
upset you.

I mean, hell, oh, I mean it.

It was bad enough way back when you had
to watch every step because your father

was a...

Big bank president, but I think Bud's
right. You have ten times more to lose

now.

Bud said that, did he?

Something to that effect.

Well, Jimmy, I've taken up enough of
your time.

I know you've got a lot to do to get
ready for services.

So, I'll see you.

I'll see you on Sunday?

Couldn't hurt.

Not to lose.

I didn't tell him that. You said you
did.

He was bluffing. He was just trying to
get you to say something about me.

Neither of you told him about the girl,
did you? I denied she was ever there. I

did, too. We had nothing to worry about.

Well, who's there?

I didn't want to believe that I really
didn't.

But you did have a girl in that cab.

God knows what you did to her.

You're my oldest friend.

Thirty -five years ago, you did
something terrible.

Then you conspired to keep it a secret.

And when it seemed that your secret
would come out in the dark, one of you,

Lucas, Bud, or Jimmy, one of you,

tried to kill me.

I'm doing surgery. Why don't you drop
this whole thing? I can't. There was a

girl there that weekend. You all
admitted it. We didn't.

Lucas, I heard you. You misunderstood.

So you all spent a quiet weekend alone
in that cabin.

That's right.

Well, how'd you come home with Coles for
sleeping on the ground?

We were just joking.

Now, something went on that weekend, and
by damn, I'm going to find out what.

All right, that's it. I've had it with
your paranoid accusations.

This is harassment, then.

I call you my friend, but that doesn't
give you the right to treat me like

Sorry about the shirt.

I tell him and I tell him, but he always
ends up wrecking the shirt.

Here, you're in the market for some
fireworks.

That's what this is about?

Well, we couldn't very well talk in
there, could we?

What are you looking for?

Actually, I'm looking for you.

See, somebody tried to kill my friend
with an ignition bomb, and I think they

bought it from you. I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I'll be seeing you around.

What? Crazy?

See, I made a phone call, and if you
touch me one more time, there's going to

more cops here than you've ever seen in
your life.

Now you tell me who it was, and maybe we
can end this like friends.

It was a phone order, my man.

You don't know who you sold the bomb to?
That's right.

Who paid you?

Look, I leave the merchandise on the
curb.

Car pulls up, guy opens the door, takes
the merchandise, leaves the cash, drives

off. No name, no face.

What did the car look like?

Brown. Come on.

Mercedes. Come on.

560 SEL.

License number.

You wrote it down. The guy could have
been leaving you a sack of newspapers.

Thank you, Sylvester.

Georgia Plate UPL 790.

How you doing? Hi.

I'm Conrad McMath.

I'm working for Ben Matlock. I don't
have time for this. Let me just ask you

question. Just one question. No.

How could you do it?

Well, you've known the man for 40 years.
You're supposed to be one of Ben's best

friends. How could you try to kill him?
I did no such thing. Don't give me that.

You bought the bomb. That's impossible.

They identified your car. There's a
witness. I tell you what I'm going to

I'm going to call the police forensics
department. They're going to come down

here. They're going to go through this
car with a fine tooth. I didn't buy any

bombs.

Wait a minute.

A lot of people could have done it. I
keep my car locked.

But anybody who knows me knows I keep a
spare set of keys right there.

Does Ben?

Ben, what you're saying is that I stole
Lucas Sinclair's car, then used it to

pick up a bomb, which I then planted in
your car.

If I remembered where that key box was
hidden, you might have too.

I don't believe this, Ben.

How long have we been friends?

You couldn't pick up that bomb with your
own car, could you? Ben, what in the

hell has gotten into you?

Lucas told me everything that happened
in that cabin that weekend.

Lucas told you. Told you what?
Everything.

Nothing happened.

You're fishing, Ben.

Lucas didn't tell you anything.

He told me about the card game.

All right.

So you talked to Lucas.

And he gave you his version of that
weekend.

But I'm not going to get hung for
something I didn't do. You've lied ever

you read D .B.'s letter. What, am I
supposed to believe you now?

Then I'll have to prove it to you.

Lucas tell you we decide to draw cards.

Yeah.

Person got the eight of spades to take
care of the girl.

Lucas tell you who dealt the cards that
night? You did.

Pulled the eight, the king and the
queen.

Shuffled them.

Dealt them.

Your turn.

Hey, thanks.

It's the ace of spades.

I know.

I've got the queen.

There's the king.

You marked the cards.

Just like I did 35 years ago, Ben.

I didn't want to be the one to get the
ace of spades.

So I made damn sure I didn't.

This is a hearing on defendant's
extraordinary writ in the case of the

the state of Georgia versus Calvin
Stokes, case number 761539.

Appearance as counsel.

Brett Hudson, deputy district attorney
on behalf of Fulton County, Your Honor.

Benjamin Matlock for the defendant
Calvin Stokes. Mr. Stokes is present.

Your petition presents a very unusual
situation, Mr. Matlock.

You understand that I must make every
presumption in favor of the trial

conviction of your client?

Understood, Your Honor, but I think a
horrible injustice has occurred.

The evidence we'll hear will demonstrate
that to this court.

Very well. You may call your first
witness.

I was with Buddy Carson, Lucas Sinclair,
and D .B. Kingsley.

As you well know, we used to go hunting
together up at Echo Lake.

Yeah, just good, clean fun.

Oh, we thought so then.

We were young men, little morn boys.

Like a lot of young men, we were a
little wild and reckless.

So out of sowing wild oats?

You know what it was like? We used to go
hunting. We'd play cards a little,

drink a little, but we never did
anything we were really shamed of.

Until that weekend.

Pastor Hubert.

Jimmy.

You have a choice.

You know that.

You can lie and hope your reputation as
a preacher and a good man will cause

this court to believe you. Or you can
practice what you preach.

Tell the truth.

Cleanse your conscience.

Correct a wrong that you've held secret
for 35 years.

Can you make that choice?

I thought of nothing else for days, Ben.
I haven't eaten, I haven't slept, but

I... I have prayed.

Will you tell this court what happened
that weekend in November

1955?

Everything D .B. said in that letter is
true.

There was a girl.

And after D .B. left, things got a
little wild.

threatened to tell on us that she was
going straight to the police, that she

going to see us all in jail. So we first
laughed. We didn't think she meant it,

but then she ran out of the cabin.

So we went after her. We realized that
she could ruin our lives before they'd

even begun. So we caught her, locked her
in the shed behind the cabin while we

decided what to do.

Which was why?

Then we were so young and drunk and
scared.

No, no, no, there's no excuse. What I
did was wrong.

What we did was a sin against that poor
girl, and I cannot allow myself to make

excuses.

We decided that she would carry out her
threat, that we'd go to jail, and our

lives would be ruined.

Decided we...

Couldn't let her go, sir.

We decided one of us was going to have
to kill her.

One of you?

And how did you decide which one?

I'm ashamed to say this. I really am.

We played cards.

We took the queen, the king, the ace of
spades from the deck. Buddy Carlson

shuffled them, dealt them.

We agreed that whoever got the ace...

I can't say.

Whoever got the ace of spades would
murder that poor, unfortunate girl.

Is that what you can't say?

You must say it out loud so the court
can hear, Jimmy. You must.

Whoever got the ace would murder the
girl.

Then what happened, Pastor Hurt?

We slept in the woods that night so that
none of us except the murderer

would know who killed her. I didn't even
look at my car until I got to the place

where I was going to sleep.

It was the ace.

So I went to the shed and unlocked it.

Girl was sitting in there inside,
terrified.

Almost as terrified as I was.

I stood there, frozen.

And I let her go.

What did you say?

She ran past me out the door and I
didn't stop. I let her go. I couldn't

her. Ben, I couldn't kill her.

I was a sinner, but I was no murderer.

Come on, Jimmy. You expect us to believe
that? It's the truth. I let her go. And

I never saw again.

Till I saw the paper several days later
and read that somebody else had murdered

her.

You mean all these years and you never
told the others it wasn't you who killed

the girl? There was no reason to tell
them. They wouldn't have believed me

anyway. They'd have thought I just
covered up.

I have no further questions for this
witness. Witness may step down.

They had the real murder all along.

Should have quit while you were ahead.

Three friendships, three lives
destroyed.

For nothing.

Your Honor. The witness is excused.

You wrecked my life. Now, not only does
everybody know I'm an ex -con, but they

think I'm guilty as hell.

Well, maybe it's not over yet. It is for
me.

I have to find a new place, a new job,
and a new home, and start all over

Yeah, but... No, no more. You know what
I really kicked myself for? For being a

sucker. No, you made me hope for
something that I had no business hoping

from now on, leave me alone.

Do something.

What was that?

Everything I could get from the original
trial.

Newspaper clippings and pictures of the
evidence and pictures of the victim.

And here are pictures that D .B. took
that day. You lay them out over there

I'll lay all these out.

I don't pray heaven will see something.

Do you see a good picture of those
gloves that he... Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, that's good.

Yeah.

Yeah. Now see if you can find a picture
that was dated that Sunday morning.

Yeah, there. That's it. That's it.

Yeah.

Uh -huh. What?

Uh -huh. Let's go.

What do you got?

Well... Something good, I hope.

We need to see the weatherman.

So then you drew cards to determine
which one of you would kill her.

Yes, I'm sorry to say we did.

Before you drew them, unbeknownst to the
others, to make sure you did not get

the ace of spades,

You marked it, is that correct?

I didn't want to kill her.

Well, you were the nephew of the mayor
from a

highly respected and influential family
with a reputation to be protected,

not to mention your own political
aspirations.

I did not want to kill that girl. I
think you did. What you didn't want was

the others to know about it. Objection.
That's not a question. It's a statement.

Sustained. I remind you, Mr. Matlock,
that this is not a trial.

Since you knew which card was the ace,
you knew that Jimmy

Hubert had drawn it, didn't you?

Yes. And you followed him to the shed
that night, didn't you? No. And when you

saw that he was unable to go through
with it, and let the girl run away. You

went after her, didn't you? No, I did
not. And you caught her somewhere in the

brush, and you hit her, and she was
dead, and you left her there, didn't

No, I did not.

Your Honor, where is defense counsel
going with all this? That is the court's

question as well, Mr. Matlock. You're
not meeting your burden of proof by

off -the -wall inquiries. Do you have
something more concrete?

Yes, I do, Your Honor. Then get to it,
would you please?

Yes, Your Honor.

I believe you all have...

A copy of these pictures.

The gloves that you were wearing that
weekend, what did they look like?

That was 35 years ago. Who remembers?

Well, let me ask you this, then.

This is a picture of Jimmy Hubert, Lucas
Sinclair, and you with your gloves

on. Now, this picture was made that
weekend, wasn't it? Yes, D .B. took it

sent copies to all three of us. Right,
right, right. You know, when you

compare...

Your gloves, there's a blow -up of one
of your gloves.

With the gloves that Calvin Stokes had
when the sheriff arrested him at the

scene of the crime, you find something
very interesting.

They're the same glove.

They're the same brand, maybe. No, the
same glove. The glove in this picture is

the same as the glove in this picture.
You see that little tear right along the

seam? Identical.

Well, then I must have lost them and he
must have found them. Oh, you lost them?

Well, I don't remember. It was 35 years
ago. I mean, how else would he have

wound up with them? I'll tell you how.

Because you were wearing those gloves
when you killed that girl, got her blood

on them, and threw them away.

The next morning, Calvin Stokes comes
along, he picks them up, and that's how

wound up with them. No, if he found
them, it's because I dropped them in the

woods someplace earlier that day. No,
you were wearing those gloves.

When you left that shed to kill that
girl and I could prove it.

How the hell do you know that?

D .B.

D .B. took pictures of every hunt.

All the way through. He had camera.

Always present. Remember? From beginning
to end. Here at the beginning.

Here at the end.

Even D .B. got in this picture using the
trip wire. See the bulb?

See there?

You're wearing your gloves.

You know, I'm not sure which trip that
picture was taken on, Ben. Maybe it was

taken on a different trip.

Come on, bud.

Come on, now.

You know how organized D .B. was. Here's
the original of this one.

He wrote the date on the back of every
picture. See? 11 -55, November 55.

It's his handwriting, too.

Yes, but how do you know it wasn't taken
in the morning when we were starting

out?

Because... What are you holding in your
hand?

Flask? What was in the flask?

Probably bourbon.

You know, there was one hard and fast
rule we had about alcohol and hunting. I

remember.

No drinking till the end of the day when
we were all done. Why?

Well, because alcohol and loaded guns
don't mix. Right.

And you were drinking.

See?

Cap is off the flask. Since you were
drinking...

It must have been the end of the day,
right?

I don't remember.

Well, you got your gloves on.

And you got your gloves on here.

And the date on that picture is the
same.

1155.

And all the fellas are wearing the same
stuff they're wearing in all the other

pictures. Must have been cold in that
cabin that night.

You got your gloves on.

That's because the picture was taken the
night before. It was on Friday when we

first arrived.

No, the picture was taken on Saturday
after you locked that poor girl in the

shed and before Jimmy Hubert went up to
kill her.

How in the hell do you know that?
Because D .B. is not in the picture. He

the one taking it. No, you were taking
it with the trip wire. See the bulb in

your hand? See the glove there with the
bulb?

D .B. had long gone.

You probably wanted him to think that
nothing unusual had happened.

Since he had left.

That's why you took it. The same thing
with this picture, Sunday morning.

Make D .B. think like you were happy as
anything. See there?

Now look.

Gloves.

Gloves.

Gloves.

No gloves.

What happened to them?

That picture was taken.

Saturday, not Sunday, and I just hadn't
gotten around to putting them on yet.

No, it was Sunday.

And again, D .B. didn't take that
picture. You did.

With the tripwire. See the bulb in your
hand?

And you know something else?

I called the weather bureau.

That weekend, that Saturday, was cool
and overcast all day.

But Sunday morning was bright, sunshiny.

Not a cloud in the sky, you see?

It was cold that morning.

Sunday morning was much colder than it
was all day Saturday.

And that... Yet there you stand,
barehanded.

Why, bud?

Why?

I think I know.

You had tossed your gloves away after
you murdered.

That young hitchhiker, hadn't you?

Ben, I...

It's

hard to keep coming up with answers

to these very difficult questions, isn't
it, Bud?

Maybe, maybe you'd better talk to your
lawyer before you answer that last one.

Yes.

Good luck, Mr. Stoke. Thank you, Mr.
Matlock.

Conrad? Take care.

Mr. Man.

Well? Yeah.

You

know,

you think you know people and you don't.

I thought I knew all those fellas.

All the 25 years Mr. Stokes was in
prison, I thought I knew them.

And that we were friends.

And we weren't.

Funny, huh?

In a way, I guess.

Well, all you can do is best you can.

So Mom always told me.

Best you can? You bet.

Hey.

Let's go down to Ray Templeton and hear
a little music. What's that?

Yeah.