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lots of balloons.

Huh?

Oh.

Where is he?

Oh, he'll be here. He probably just got
caught in traffic.

I bet he ran out on me.

Probably figured the whole thing was
hopeless. He took off for the Bahamas.

My father would not do that.

He hates the Bahamas.

Oh, you can't smoke in here.

I tell you what, I'm not going to light
it. I'm just going to sit it in my mouth

and pretend.

See?

Why don't you just quit?

I give up drinking. I end up on trial
for murder.

Forget it.

Besides, everybody's got to have at
least one vice.

Otherwise the angels get jealous and
start screwing up your life.

That's true. A nun told me that.

Where have you been?

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

What the hell happened?

I fell asleep on the couch.

You did what?

Are you okay?

Paul Dodge, the man who really killed
Alan Rafferty. Dad, we've been through

this. No, no, no, no. I know how it
happened. I just had a dream about it.

See, he wanted to frame Terry.

So he opened the door at the end of the
east wing, knowing it would set off the

alarm at the security guard's desk.

Then he backed into the shadows.

The security guard walked down the east
wing to check the door.

Paul Dodge waited for him to pass. Then
he hurried back up the west wing into

the pool.

drowned Alan Rafferty through Terry's
necklace in the pool and then snuck back

to his suite, which was just across the
hall.

That works for me.

But Dr.

Dodge's rooms are in the west wing. He'd
have to go right past the guard to get

to the door in the east wing.

Then how'd he do that?

I don't know.

Dad.

Dad. You're obsessed with the idea that
Paul Dodge did it, and your theory

doesn't work.

You're not looking at the facts
objectively.

How come you're so pale?

You're the one who keeps telling me to
stay in and out of the sun.

Come on, let's get inside.

Is this the necklace you fished out of
the pool at the clinic that night,

Detective?

Yes, it is.

Were you able to ascertain to whom it
belonged?

Yes, sir. It's engraved with the words,
to Terry with love, from Linda.

And since Terry Landis was the only
Terry staying at the clinic at that

went up to his room, asked him if it was
his. He said it was.

Did he explain to you how it was found
in the pool with Dr. Rafferty's body?

No, he said he didn't know how it got
there.

Did he suggest he might have lost it
while he was swimming laps or something?

No, he told us he never used the pool,
so the chlorine dried his hair out.

You worked homicide how long, detective?

Eight years.

In your expert opinion, then, how do you
suggest this necklace got into the

pool? You think it might have just
fallen off his neck, or maybe it was

off accidentally while he was in the
process of drowning Dr. Rafferty? Could

have.

Thank you, that's all.

Mr. Matlock?

Detective?

Does this, uh... clasp look broken to
you?

No. But if it had been yanked off in
some violent struggle... You'd think it

would be broken, wouldn't you? Like you
said, maybe it just fell off.

Off the defendant's neck?

Yes.

Or maybe, maybe somebody stole this out
of Terry's room and dropped it in the

pool in order to frame him, right,
Detective?

I guess so.

Thank you.

you were a patient at the Paul Dodge
Clinic at the time Dr. Rafferty was

murdered? I'm still a patient there.

Unlike many celebrities who have
admitted themselves to the clinic, you

have made no attempt to keep it a
secret. Why is that, Ms. Pace?

I believe people like me set an example,
whether we like it or not.

Whatever is cool for us is going to be
cool for the kids who dig our music. We

do drugs, they're going to do drugs.

We discover that that was a mistake and
go and get help, maybe they will too.

The defendant.

Terry Landis, did he let people know
he'd been admitted to the clinic?

No, he didn't want anybody to know.

Did he ever tell you why?

He was afraid that it was bad for his
image. He plays this cop on TV.

He was afraid the network would can him
if it became common knowledge that he

was a major boozer in real life.

I understand that on the day of the
murder, Terry Landis came bursting into

private session you were having with Dr.
Rafferty. Is that right?

Yeah. Tell us what happened. He was
angry because the National Informer had

come out with a story about him.

Yes. He was holding a copy of it in his
hand.

He accused Dr. Rafferty of leaking
things that he had told him during his

therapy session to the informer. What
did Dr. Rafferty say?

He denied it. And what did Miss Alanda
say?

He didn't believe him.

Didn't he threaten Dr. Rafferty?

More or less.

In point of fact, didn't he throw a
punch at Dr. Rafferty right there in the

office? Yes, but he missed.

He's not very good with his fists in
real life.

And what about the necklace? Was he
wearing it that afternoon?

I don't know.

Seems he wore it most of the time.

Thank you, Miss Page. That's all.

Mr. Matlock.

No questions, Your Honor.

Witness may step down.

Not going very well, is it? Oh, it's
going fine. Oh, I know it's not.

For one thing, juror number ten hates
me.

Why do you say that? The way he looks at
me. Only directors look at me like

that.

Directors hate this. Maybe the security
guard always takes a break at the same

time. Maybe Paul Dodge knew that.

Maybe that's when he snuck into the East
Wing. Dad. Maybe that's when he snuck

into Terry's room and stole his
necklace.

Dad, give it a rest. Yeah, he killed two
birds with one stone.

He waited for the guard to leave his
desk.

Then he snuck out of his office in the
West Wing, snuck to the East Wing, snuck

into Terry's room, stole his necklace
while he was asleep, then did that thing

with the door, making it look like Terry
had snuck into the East Wing, snuck

into the West Wing, snuck into the pool
to kill Alan Rafferty.

This is not like you.

Why?

You never say snuck.

Try and give it a little color.

I'm gonna call that guard right now.

Oh, this is not good.

Did you just see that? My dad walked
right past a hot dog vendor and didn't

look at him.

Something is very wrong.

What have you been doing?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

I called the guard and then I... I guess
I fell asleep.

You took another nap?

The guard said that he didn't leave his
desk that night until the alarm went

off. Dr. Dodge couldn't have slipped
into Terry's room without being seen.

Why are you rubbing your chest like
that?

Heartburn or something.

Why are you sweating like that?

A little bit of flu.

You don't feel well?

I'm tired, Leanne. This Dodge thing's
been keeping me up at night.

Oh, nothing doing, Dad.

You lie right back down.

Leanne, I'm fine.

The hell you are. I'm calling 911.

No!

Damn it, Kat!

What'd they say?

Nothing. Nothing?

No. Did you tell them you passed out
this morning? No.

You didn't tell them? I didn't pass out.
What do you call falling asleep on the

couch at 10 in the morning, Dad?

I took a nap. I didn't pass out.

Give me my clothes.

Why? I'm going home. No, no, no. You are
not going anywhere until we talk to the

doctor and find out what's wrong with
you.

There's nothing wrong with me. It was
heartburn. It's gone now. Give me my

clothes. No.

But you... Mr. Matlock.

Dr. Schoenfeld.

Well, the good news is, whatever it was
responsible for your symptoms, it

doesn't appear to have been a myocardial
infarction.

What's that?

A heart attack.

Oh, give me more clothes.

What is the bad news, doctor?

Well, the bad news is that we don't know
what caused your symptoms.

We'd like to keep you overnight.

Do some more tests. That would be fine.

Overnight? Yeah, Mr.

Matlock, it's just one night.

You want to find out what's wrong, don't
you? It was heartburn.

It wasn't heartburn.

Thank you, Doctor.

Dad, you just rest right here.

I want you to be very comfortable. I'm
going to take care of everything.

It was heartburn.

Carrie Landis' allegation that Dr.
Rafferty was selling confidential

to that tabloid. Alan Rafferty was a
highly respected psychotherapist with

impeccable credentials.

He would never have done such a thing.
But if he had... He didn't.

But if he had, what would you have done?

I would have fired him on the spot.

If you'd done that, Carrie could have
turned right around and told everything

knew about your famous patients to the
informer.

Well, what are you getting at?

Motive. I think you suspected Dr.
Rafferty had leaked that information.

So rather than risk being embarrassed or
ruined by him in the future, you killed

him. And then pin the murder on Terry
Landis to discredit him and divert

suspicion from you.

I know it, and so do you.

You're daft, Mrs. McIntyre.

Twenty years ago, I could have had you
committed.

Once I figure out how you got past the
guard to trip that alarm in the east

wing, I am home free.

Oh, no one told you?

About what?

About the envelope I gave the guard that
night.

What envelope?

I came out of my rooms that night.

Went down the hall to the front desk,
gave the guard an envelope that was to

picked up at 7 the next morning, and I
walked back down the hall to my rooms.

What time was that?

The guard always makes notes of such
things. I gave him the package at

10 .27.

One minute later, after he watched me
walk up the hall to the west wing, the

door down the hall around the corner...
The end of the east wing was opened.

Now, these are my rooms.

Here at the end of the west wing. Do you
really think I could have walked past

that guard, slipped past him in less
than a minute?

I didn't know about the envelope.

Your father knew.

I guess he forgot to tell you.

Dad?

Dad, can you hear me?

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

I didn't tell you about the envelope.
Dad, you have got to get this case out

your head.

Your pulse is very rapid.

I think you'd better listen to your
daughter.

Did you hear that?

I'll look in on you in about an hour.

Leanne, I can't stay here. I'm in the
middle... We... We are in the middle of

case. I can take care of it. It's only
for a day or two.

I hate hospitals, Leanne.

There's sick people everywhere.

You're afraid they'll find something,
aren't you?

They're not going to find anything.

I'm afraid, too.

I wish I was good at saying stuff like
this.

You're not in this alone, okay?

Hi.

Hello, Cliff.

Hi. How's Ben?

They're doing some tests. We'll know
more in a couple of days.

I hope he'll be okay.

Here.

Does he still think Paul Dodge is the
killer?

Yeah, that's all he talks about.

Anyway, we know someone at that clinic
is the killer. I have the feeling the

only way we're going to find out who is
to work from the inside.

You mean send someone in undercover to
pose as a patient or something?

Yeah.

Yes.

No. No.

No. No, Leanne, I'm a lawyer. I'm not a
spy. Cliff, all you have to do is

pretend like you're screwed up for a
couple of days and keep your eyes and

open. I'm not good at pretending. You
know, when I do, my palms sweat and my

face goes flush and I got chest pains
and... They're gonna know I'm lying.

They'll think you're sick.

Of course I told him everything.

Dr. Rafferty was my shrink.

Oh, so he knew all your secrets.

Maybe he didn't know them all, but he
was getting there.

This room with your past is pretty
colorful.

My past is a walk and talk in a museum
of horrors.

Come on, lady.

Life is short. What is it that you
really want to know?

What went through your mind when Terry
burst into Dr. Rafferty's office that

and accused him of selling the stories
to the tabloids?

Do you remember?

No, I don't.

Sure you didn't think there might be
some truth into what Terry was saying,

that if Dr. Rafferty sold Terry out like
that, he might just sell you out too.

Are you trying to say that I killed Dr.
Rafferty?

Your room is in the East Wing, just like
Terry's was.

Alan Rafferty was no threat to me.

Like I said on the stand, I've got no
secret.

It's one thing to announce to the world
that you're an addict, but making public

why you're an addict, that's got to be a
lot more painful.

I'm not afraid of the truth.

Nothing happened to me that doesn't
happen to tens of thousands of girls out

there every day.

Now, as far as I'm concerned, making
that public can only help.

Now, I've got to get to group.

Tell Terry I said hey.

Well, everything looks fine, Mr. Lewis.

As soon as Dr. Dodge talks to you, I'll
help you get settled into your room.

Dr. Dodge? The Dr. Dodge who runs the
place?

Oh, don't worry. He interviews all the
new patients.

It's standard operating procedure.

He'll be right with you. You just have a
seat.

He's a nice guy.

You relax.

I don't find anything of interest in
there.

Mr.

Lewis.

Where do you come from? From the rooms
where I live. Through that door.

I'm sorry.

I'm Paul Dodge.

I can explain this. There's no need.

Sit down.

Please.

I've seen this before.

Your life revolves around pills.

Pills to put you to sleep, pills to wake
you up, pills to make you happy, fight

pain, suppress your appetite.

That is what you were looking for on my
desk, isn't it?

Oh, boy, you're good. You're good.

Oh, I've been doing this for a long
time.

Perhaps we ought to postpone this
interview until after you've had a

settle in for a bit.

Hopefully, by then, you may be a trifle
less agitated.

Why don't I just show you to your room?

Fine, that'd be great.

This telephone will connect you only to
the front desk.

You can't make calls to anyone outside
the clinic unless and until you've

that privilege.

Any questions?

None that I can think of. Good.

Your bag is in the closet.

Someone will come around at six and show
you how we do meals here.

In the meantime, I want you to get some
rest.

I will.

Thanks for your help.

That's what we're here for, Cliff.

To help.

Oh, morning, Mr. Lewis. You all set?

All set.

Is it standard operating procedure to
lock patients in their room?

Well, apparently you were in such a
state of agitation yesterday that Dr.

felt it best to restrict your movements.

Hey, don't worry. It happens a lot to
new patients.

I'm sure after he finishes your
evaluation, he'll grant you more

How are you feeling this morning?

Pretty good.

Don't do that.

Don't ever do that.

Don't lie to me.

I know how you're feeling.

By now you must be going into
barbiturate withdrawal.

There's no fooling you, is there?

I've watched a lot of young men and
women go through this before.

Having trouble sleeping?

I was up most of the night.

Feeling on edge?

You have no idea.

Nausea? A little.

Only a little?

My head feels like it's going to
explode. There's a throbbing right

eyes. Maybe we should hospitalize you
for a few days. No. Oh, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no. That won't be necessary.

We only want to minimize your
discomfort.

No, I'll be all right, really. It's
okay.

Really, really. All right.

All right, we'll try it here.

I'm going to assign Dr.

Hewitt to you.

I'll ask him to give you a call.

You can work out a schedule for
individual and group sessions.

I'm sure you'll make great progress with
it.

Sorry, I'm a little nervous.

I can tell.

Oh, um, about my privileges... For the
moment, courtyard walks only and one

telephone call a day. We'll wait till
you get better. Oh, that's... Well, I'm

little uncomfortable with being locked
in my room. It's for your own good,

Cliff. Trust me.

Hey, you can't go out that way.

Way to go. You just set off the alarm.

Well, it says emergency exit.

Oh, I was just trying to find the
courtyard.

No, the door to the courtyard's right
across the hall from the main entrance.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey, well, no harm done.

The security guard's not going to like
getting up off his keister for nothing,

but hey, he can use the exercise.

I'm sorry about the false alarm. I'm the
one who opened the door. What door?

The emergency exit in the west wing. I
was looking for the courtyard. I'm new

here. Well, forget about it.

I've never seen a security system like
this before.

It's a mess.

What are you doing?

I'm moving this picture.

Come on, Dad.

Let's go back on the couch and lie down.

I don't want to lie down anymore.

Here we go.

Now, be nice and comfortable.

Here,

read a book.

I don't want to.

Dad, you have a hiatal hernia. The
doctor told you to lie around all

You can't tell me that moving one little
picture is bad for me. I'm telling you

to do what the doctor said.

Now, I will have dinner ready in a
couple of minutes.

Just wanting to move one little picture.

It's Cliff. You're home. Are you okay?

Yeah.

You still at the clinic?

Yes, and I'm only allowed one phone call
a day, so whatever you do, don't hang

up till I'm through, okay?

You got something?

Oh.

That's interesting.

That's very, very interesting.

Good work.

No, no.

No, no, you can't leave the clinic yet.

Maybe in a couple of days.

Cliff, Cliff, Cliff, Cliff, even if Dr.

Dodge does suspect you, he wouldn't do
that.

They don't do lobotomies anymore.

Just stay, okay? And keep calm.

Good boy.

Bye.

Yes? What? Are you okay?

I got it. Got what? I know how Dr. Dodge
did it.

Dad, let me just get dinner on the
table, and then you can tell me all

okay?

But I know how you did it.

Dang gone.

Dr. Dodge, hello again.

Am I at a... Oh, not at all. I have ten
whole minutes before my next

appointment. Please, sit down. Oh,
thanks.

You look like you just got out of bed.

Oh, I did.

I haven't been feeling well.

Oh. Any experience?

No. They ran some tests.

The doctor thinks I have a hiatal
hernia. It's somewhere here in the

tract. Me, I think, in this case, I've
been so obsessed with trying to figure

out who actually killed Alan Rafferty,
it made me sick.

Well, maybe it's that deep down in your
heart of hearts, you know your client's

guilty. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I'm more
convinced than ever that he's innocent.

I know about the door.

The door?

The emergency exit door at the end of
the east wing, which triggers the alarm

when nobody's even near it.

Bad connections or something.

The security guard told me that just
before the murder, it false alarmed

times in four days.

We're just about to put in an entire new
security system.

I guess we're putting up with the bugs
in the old one rather than get them

repaired, I'm afraid.

Oh, so you knew about the problem.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, that means that when you opened
the emergency

exit door at the end of the west wing,
you knew the guard would automatically

to the door at the end of the east wing,
which had triggered the alarm, didn't

you?

Have you reached...

The conclusion that I killed Alan
Rafferty? Oh, I did that a long time

just wasn't sure how you did it. Now I
am.

As with all obsessions, Mr. Matlock,
this one is ill -advised and ill -fated.

You're wrong.

I can prove it.

Only take a minute.

Joey Altman, I want you to meet Ben
Matlock.

Mr. Matlock, nice to meet you. Mr.

Altman's a patient here.

Mr. Matlock represents the man accused
of killing Dr. Rafferty. Now, I'd like

you to tell him where you were the
evening Dr.

Rafferty died.

Well, I was with you. I had missed a
session. I was making it up.

At what time?

About 9 o 'clock until almost 11.

Do you usually see patients so late at
night?

Of course not.

Since Miss Altman missed her session in
order to attend a funeral, I felt that

seeing her promptly was of the utmost
importance.

But you told the police you were alone
all evening.

Well, frankly, the media's been having
such a field day with articles about

therapists having affairs with their
patients that I thought it better not

to suggest a compromising situation.

Dad! There you are.

You promised me you would lie around all
weekend. What do I have to do, watch

you for 24 hours?

I thought I had him. I was sure of it.

Dr. Dodge.

He's got an alibi.

He didn't do it.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Now come on.

I hope you don't plan to go swimming
tonight.

No, just looking around.

Like to look at half -naked men, huh?

Kind of.

Actually, I'm just taking one more look
at the scene of the crime.

Always seems to help my father.

But I'm not my father.

Were you a cop?

An attorney.

Leanne McIntyre, co -counsel for Terry
Landon.

You a patient here?

Assistant chef.

But they let me use the pool when I'm
not working.

Sam Badinger.

Nice to meet you.

You swim laps every day?

Half a mile every day, except Sunday.

Holy cow.

Would you read that for me, please?

Sure.

75 degrees.

Thank you.

The old one had nice big numbers on it
that I could read all the way across the

pool.

Why they replaced it with that piece of
junk, I'll never know.

Anyone say why they replaced it?

No. Somebody decided they wanted a
change.

Dr. Dodge, probably.

Dad? Yeah?

What are you doing?

I don't feel good.

Oh.

I bet I know what'll make you feel
better.

What?

Seven magic words.

I was wrong and you were right.

About what?

Dr. Dodge.

He did it, Dad.

Tell me something, Dr. Dodge.

How did the National Informer find out
that Terry Landis was a patient at

your clinic?

I have no idea.

Maybe you should ask the National
Informer. They are shielded from

their sources.

So how about it? Who told the National
Informer of Mr. Landis' treatment at

clinic? I wouldn't know, Counselor.

Well... You have access to all his
therapist's notes. I mean, his visits

Terry and all of it? Yes. As head of the
clinic, I consult on all cases.

There are details in here of his early
childhood, stepfather

abuse, early alcohol abuse.

That information could only have come
from one source.

His therapist, don't you agree?

I told you, sir. I don't know.

You didn't leak the story, did you?
Absolutely not. It would ruin you and

clinic if word got out that your staff
was leaking patient information to the

National Informer. Well, and then when
the story did come out, you knew

only one person could have leaked it
outside of Terry Landis himself, and

was his therapist, Alan Rafferty.

So, rather than let his greed destroy
your clinic, you killed him.

Objection. Seems Mr. Matlock is confused
as to exactly who's on trial here.

Your Honor, the evidence against my
client is purely circumstantial. I must

allowed to demonstrate that those very
same circumstances might make someone

else, maybe even this gentleman here,
appear just as guilty.

Overruled.

Thanks. Uh, the Carter...

Carter Jacobson, night watchman there at
your clinic, ready to testify that he

discovered the body at 11 o 'clock that
night. Now, where were you between, say,

10 and 11?

I was in my office conducting a private
therapy session, individual therapy

session with the patient, Ms. Altman,
right over there.

Ms. Altman is ready to testify that you
left your

office.

Around 10 .30, right?

I suddenly remembered that I promised
someone I would leave a package for them

at the front desk.

She's also ready to testify that you
were gone a good five, maybe ten

What took you so long?

I stopped off in my apartment to make a
telephone call.

There's no record of your making a phone
call that night. The line was busy. I

never got through.

I see.

I see. So, all we have is your word.

And that you were in your room trying to
place a call at the time of the murder,

the same as all we have is Terry's word
that he was in his room sleeping. The

police found his necklace in the pool
that evening, not mine. Don't you have a

passkey to all the rooms?

Yes, but... So you could have flipped
into Terry's room, stolen his necklace

while he was asleep, dropped it in the
pool after you killed...

Dr. Rafferty. I did not kill Alan
Rafferty. Are you sure you didn't give

guard the envelope, then walk up the
hall of the West Wing, open the

exit there, knowing the guard would go
to the door at the East Wing, because it

had triggered the alarm. It had done it
three times the week before, and you

knew the police would later suspect,
because of his necklace, that Terry had

done it.

You knew that nobody would suspect that
you were actually the one who went in

that pool and drowned that wayward
employee.

Mr. Matlock, I am not an attorney, but
it seems to me you are coming very close

to Flanders. Close?

Yeah. I'd be knee -deep in it if it
weren't for one little thing.

I've got proof.

Sam Batterson, assistant chef at your
clinic, is ready to testify

that there used to be a thermometer that
hung on the north

side of the pool at the deep end.

It was there when he swam laps the
afternoon before the murder.

But there's no sign of it here, see, in
this picture, the police.

took of the body some seven hours later.

He's also ready to testify that when he
swam laps the next day, there was a new

thermometer in its place.

What happened to the old one, Dr. Dodge?

I don't know. It suddenly disappeared.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

My daughter is not only a fine lawyer,
she's a fine detective.

That thermometer disappeared because it
got broken.

in the struggle while you were drowning
Alan Rafferty.

It either got broken accidentally or he
broke it on purpose to use as a weapon

against you. But anyway, when it was
over and your colleague was dead, you

couldn't leave it there.

It might incriminate you.

So you scooped up that broken
thermometer, took it with you.

But Ms. Altman was waiting in your
office. Time was of the essence.

You could always get rid of it later.

But you had to do something with it
right then and there.

And so you hid it under the mattress in
your bed.

This bed.

The one the police and my daughter, with
a warrant, took out of your place this

morning. What do you say, doctor?

No.

Then why did the police let fine mercury
in the fibers

of the bottom of your mattress?

and fibers in the top of the box spring
under it.

Because you got rid of that thermometer
as quick as you could after the police

left. But the broken stem had already
leaked mercury into your bed.

And it's still there.

You killed Alan Rathbone.

I told you.

Great to be free.

And it's a gift to know that our system
of justice works.

Not just on TV, but in real life, too.

As for what I'm going to do next, my
agent here says the networks are going

make my story into a miniseries starring
me as myself.

Thank you.

What a jerk. The guy didn't even say
thank you. Got his check right here.

Let's go get something to eat. Hungry?

I'm starving.

Oh, me too.

Three hot dogs all the way.

He lives.