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Coming up, the latest from Terry Knight
and the Dreams. Now for all of you out

there who are just coming out of comas,
they'll be kicking off their cross

-country dreamland tour this very night
right here in the Mile High City, baby.

Now as promised, here's Terry Knight and
Remember Me.

Remember me.

I long to be your favorite memory.

Remember me.

That's incredible.

Uh -huh.

Hang on, I'll see what she says.

All three shows in L .A. are sold out.

Sammy will think if we had a show up
front, he could sell it out, too. What

you think?

Do whatever you want.

Sam. Yeah, she's all for it.

Okay. I'll fax you an amended contract.

Uh -huh.

No, no, no, thank you.

Yeah, see you next month.

Sam says Brickley.

It's okay.

Remember the last tour?

Oh, you were so nervous.

But once you got out there and started
to sing, or you brought the house down,

it'll be that way tonight.

The show will be over before you know
it.

Remember Perry Mason, my law school
professor?

He called me this morning.

He's in town to give a guest lecture
tonight.

Says he can't come to the concert, but
he'll try to make the party happen.

What type is it from? Try to relax.

You're going to be great.

Test. Test. Test one, two. Test one,
two.

Up on one, please.

Check.

They got your monitors all wrong.

I'll be right back. Hey, Frank.

Terry. Hi.

How you doing?

Sean, I thought you were in London.

I just flew in.

You didn't think I'd miss your opening
night, did you?

Jack told you, didn't he?

Told me what?

That I'm changing labels.

You flew in just to beg me to stay with
Pacifica.

Terry, we go back too many years.

I don't deserve that.

Yeah, you do.

How you feeling?

Where's Carla?

She's here. She's downstairs.

Well, go get her.

What are you doing?

This mic keeps shorting out.

What do we need stand mics for?

To record the show.

Who told you to record the show? You
did.

When? Last month.

You said you thought it was time for you
to do a live album.

That is a lie, and you know it.

What is the matter, Andy?

Business a little slow lately?

You running behind in your BMW payments?
Terry.

Or were you just desperate for an excuse
to see me again?

Pull these mics and get out of here.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Let's get this over with.

I'll give my heart to be there.

It's true to you.

I'm saying, don't wake up with an
indecision.

We've got things to do.

Anytime you feel like a little love,
I'll be there to give my

all.

When you feel me, that's the thing you
know.

All you've got to do.

I'll be the one.

I'll start a fire.

I'll just burn for you.

All over.

Let's go. I got boy and you're my only
you.

Baby. Every single day I listen to you.

Feelings that'll touch your heart.

Every single night I'm here with you.

Even when we're far apart you'll feel
me.

Outro

Music

We'll get everything adjusted and we'll
just take it from the top.

Like hell we will.

All right, move that light. Come on,
guys. Adjust these monitors the way they

should be. Come on, move it.

Becky. Becky.

Get my jacket, please.

Becky.

What the hell is he doing here?

He says you invited him.

Why the hell would I want my act up in
here?

Get my jacket and hurry up.

They're fixing everything. It's going to
sound great this time. Come on, let's

go back.

Forget it.

Terry, it's just a sound check. The
sooner you go back in there, the sooner

it'll be over. What are you doing?

Blowing this two -bit pop stand.

Look, let's go into your dressing room.
You can tell me what's wrong, okay?

You're not treating me like a child.

Well, stop acting like one.

You're getting pretty good at bossing
people around, aren't you, Jack?

You like getting whatever you want from
whomever you like, don't you?

Stop it, Terry.

You know how many people would pay
attention to you if it wasn't for me,

No one.

Zip. You'd be nothing without me.

Isn't the time a plate? Now you get it
together. We got a show to put on here.

Hey, hey, hey. Back off.

You and all these other parasites put
the show on.

Me, I am gone.

Jack, she says she's not doing the show.
It's just nerves.

What? Don't worry about it. I'll take
care of it.

Jack, you know where she went?

Probably the apartment.

I'll have her back within an hour. Hey,
maybe somebody else... Get out of my

way!

Hello,

Miss Knight.

If my husband comes in, don't let him
in.

Just a minute there, Mr. Barnett.

Your wife said I wasn't to let you up.
My wife doesn't know what she's talking

about. Maybe if you just get out of my
way.

Yes? Sorry, Ms. Knight. Your husband's
on his way up.

I told you to stop him.

What in the hell's gotten into you?

After the concert.

Let's go.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Terry, what's wrong with you?

You're trying to get back at me for
Corrine, aren't you? Aren't you?

I told you it was over four months ago.

Now, I'm sorry it was a mistake. It will
never happen again. Oh, liar!

Don't do that concert. Okay, you'll be
hurting me, but you'll be destroying

yourself.

I'm bleeding.

Oh, I'm sorry. I really am.

But, sweetheart, you're just not
thinking.

All right, I'll do your concert.

You're just tired.

You've been tossing and turning beside
me at night for weeks now.

It's just your nerves.

You're going to be great tonight.

Look, to hell with the sound check. Why
don't you just lie down for an hour or

two?

I left my throat spray at the office.

I'll get it.

You just try and get some rest.

You take my car?

Amen.

Yeah,

listen, I live in an apartment at 1793
Terrace Drive.

And there's a real bad fight going on
upstairs in the penthouse. I think you

better send the police or something.

What do you mean, a fight?

Hey, all I know is a man and a woman are
yelling at each other. There's a lot of

banging and scuffling going on.

1793 Terrace Drive?

Right, the penthouse.

And your name is?

Look, just send the cops, okay?

You've got to have a permit to park
here. Didn't you see the sign?

I guess I missed it.

Well, you've got to move on. I'm
expecting company.

call it there was some kind of
disturbance up here well my wife and i

rather loud argument i'm afraid but it's
over now oh where is she my wife she's

taking a nap i'm afraid we're going to
have to wake her up look my wife has a

concert tonight she needs her rest as
soon as we're sure she's okay we'll be

our way i don't want her disturbed ma
'am ma 'am

charlie in here

You don't have to give us a statement.
You do understand.

I'm an attorney. I understand it
perfectly.

All right.

Then tell us about the fight you had
with your wife.

She was about to go on tour, starting
with a concert here at the auditorium.

She was going to have to go out there
and sing in front of practically

she'd known since she was born.

She was terrified.

He was her husband. He should have
understood that.

Instead, he gets into a fight with her,
and right there in the green room, it

was awful.

Did he hit her?

No, but he grabbed her and shook her
real hard.

And then he said he wasn't going to do
the concert and just turned around and

left.

I went to our penthouse thinking I could
calm her down.

Talked some sense into her.

But all she wanted to do was fight.

She started throwing things, clawing at
me.

Is that what happened to your face and
hands?

She was out of control.

Finally, I slapped her.

How many times?

Just once.

She settled down and the fight was over.

Thank you very much, Mr. Leo.

Lieutenant. Joe.

Preliminary coroner's report.

Indicates she was killed by a single
bullet to the head while she was lying

down. No powder burns.

Nothing to indicate suicide.

Cold -blooded murder.

She was alive when I left to drive to
the office.

Someone must have come in and killed her
while I was gone.

Only two people entered the building
before the police showed up.

Ms. Knight and her husband, Mr. Barnett.

Anyone leave the building before the
police came?

Nobody went by the front desk.

and a TV camera lets me see every car
that goes in and out through the garage.

Nobody left.

Not even Mr. Barnett?

No, sir.

I looked in the bedroom when I got back.
The drapes were drawn.

It looked like he was asleep. Mr.
Barnett, we're going to be placing you

arrest for crime and murder.

If we go any further, I want you to read
this gentleman his rights.

Lieutenant Brock, that won't be
necessary.

I'll inform my client of his rights.

I'd say you can consider this interview
over now. Would you excuse us?

All right, Mason.

Just stop and let's get out of here.

I'm

sorry,

Jack.

I didn't think you'd get here so soon.
Thanks for coming.

I got the word. I came right away.

It's a good thing, too.

Of all people, you should know better
than to make a statement without

I just wasn't thinking.

Doesn't look good, Perry.

Last time I saw you and Terry, you both
seemed very happy.

She changed.

Started picking fights.

Arguing about the most inconsequential
things.

Acting distracted.

Remote.

Was your marriage in trouble?

About six months ago, I was... Well, I
was indiscreet.

The woman I met in New York... It was a
short, stupid affair which I regretted

immediately.

I felt so bad about it, I told Terry.

How did she take it?

She was pretty angry at first.

She says she forgave me, and I thought
that was that.

All right, Jack.

What happened today?

Well, we got into a fight over at the
auditorium during rehearsal.

She left and went to the apartment we
have here. I followed.

We fought some more.

Then we made up.

I went out to run an errand.

Twenty minutes later, she was dead.

Someone must have come in and killed her
while I was gone.

Where did you go when you left?

To the office. I had to pick up her
throat spray.

It was a prescription.

Anybody at the office see you?

In fact, no one was there.

But you got the throat spray.

No, unfortunately, I couldn't find it.

The DA is going to contend you never
went anywhere.

I know.

I loved her.

I didn't kill her.

I know you would never ask, but it's
important to me that you know that.

Jack, I didn't have to ask.

But thank you for telling me.

I'll try to get you arraigned first
thing in the morning.

I take it bail won't be a problem?

No.

All right.

Let's get to work.

Lieutenant Brock.

Mr. Mason, here to have a look at the
scene of the crime?

If you don't mind.

Mind? I'll even give you the guided
tour.

Make my day.

Now, in here is where he shot her. As
you can see, she was lying on the bed

she took the bullet.

Jack didn't shoot her, Lieutenant.

Right.

Now, back out here is where we found the
murder weapon.

25 caliber handgun.

Thank you, Prince.

Just know that the register owner, Mr.
Jack Barnett. Now, over here is where

threw the ashtray at him. Must have been
some fight they had.

Looking for Perry Mason?

Here, Ken.

Mr. Malansky.

Lieutenant.

I talked to everyone who lives in the
apartments below this one.

Nobody heard any fighting and nobody
called 911.

You mean nobody will admit they called
911? It happens all the time. Nobody

wants to get involved.

Let's go, Ken.

That 911 call, could you have a tape of
that delivered to us

soon?

Yeah, listen, I live in an apartment at
1793 Terrace Drive, and there's a real

bad fight going on upstairs in the
penthouse. I think you better send the

or something.

What do you mean, a fight?

Hey, all I know is a man and a woman are
yelling at each other. Did you hear

that?

Go back a little.

I think you better send the police or
something. What do you mean, a fight?

That's it. Hear that horn?

That's a car horn, Perry.

A very loud car horn.

The fight this caller says he overheard
took place in a penthouse on the 24th

floor. So if he heard the fight from,
let's say, the 20th floor and he made

phone call from there...

That horn is still awfully loud.

Hey, all I know is a man and a woman are
yelling at each other. There's a lot of

banging and scuffling going on.

1793 Terrace Drive?

Right, the penthouse.

And your name is?

Look, just send the cops.

Maybe the caller was using a cordless
phone. Maybe it was a car phone.

Maybe he wasn't in the apartment
building at all.

In that case, the person we just heard
could have been the killer.

calling the police to make sure you got
blamed for the murder.

You're saying he watched me leave, went
up, killed Terry, and then went

back outside and called the police when
he saw me come home? Well, since you

drove, he had to position himself where
he could see the entrance to the garage.

So there's a chance somebody might have
seen him.

I'll get right on it.

Jack.

Who knew that you and Terry were going
to the apartment that afternoon?

Everybody who overheard the fight we had
backstage.

Roadies, stagehands, the backup group.

Specific names.

You're kidding.

We could be here all day.

Wait, wait.

That's not true.

That apartment was our Denver hideaway.
Very few people knew about that.

Which means that even though everybody
heard me say where I was going, only a

handful of people would have known where
it actually was.

Jack. Right.

Specific names.

Let's see.

There was Carla Peters.

She's one of the members of the backup
group. She's been there, I think.

And Sean Lasseter.

He's the president of Pacifica Records.

Joe Dillon.

Terry's peach of an ex -husband.

I think they were both there.

And Andy Sachs. He produced most of
Terry's records.

And, of course, Terry's personal
assistant, Becky DeLeo.

She's been there hundreds of times.

Good. We'll start with that.

Yeah, hi, I'm investigating a murder,
you know, the one that took place on

Saturday across the street.

I was just wondering if you happen to
see any strange people or strange cars

that afternoon?

investigating a murder that took place
over there in that apartment building on

Saturday?

I was just wondering if you happened to
see anyone or anything that was out of

the ordinary that day?

Hi, I'm investigating a murder that took
place Saturday over there in that

apartment building.

I just wondered if you happened to see
or hear anything that afternoon that was

peculiar, like anyone hanging around out
here on the sidewalk?

Becky, remember me?

Lately? We met in New York about four
years ago, briefly.

I was his friend then, but now I'm also
Jack's attorney.

Always wondered something about
attorneys.

What would that be?

How they can live with themselves
knowing they defend guilty people for a

living.

Guilt or innocence is for the judge or
the jury to determine.

However, if you think Jack killed Terry,
you're wrong.

Then who did?

Someone who knew Terry was going to her
apartment after she left that rehearsal.

Someone who knew where her apartment
was.

Someone like me?

Perhaps.

She and I were like sisters, Mr. Mason.

Everybody thought...

Terry was this glamorous, sophisticated
superstar.

But what she was really was just a kid.

We'd go to Disneyland for the weekend or
New York and shop, you know, buying

things for everyone she knew.

I think it was because coming from the
ghetto, having to struggle every inch of

the way, when she was a kid, she didn't
actually get to be a kid.

When did you two meet?

About five years ago.

The concert in Philadelphia.

I was her biggest fan.

I still am.

I've never known anyone so genuinely
kind and giving.

God, I'm gonna miss her.

Jack said she'd been pretty rough on you
these past few months.

She was just nervous about the tour.

I understood that.

I see you found Becky.

How are you doing?

Oh, spare me the grief -stricken husband
routine, Jack.

I know you two damn well.

We've known each other for years.

I can't believe she would think I had
something to do with Terry's death.

Maybe she doesn't.

What do you mean?

It's going to be interesting to find out
from Terry's will the amount of her

estate and to whom she left it.

Anyhow, I was wondering if you saw
anything or anyone out of the ordinary

day.

You know, as a matter of fact, my aunt
had a run -in with someone kind of

strange that day.

What do you mean?

Well, around 4 or 4 .30, she saw this
guy parked out front just sitting there

talking on the phone in his car. She
said she finally had to go out and tell

to move.

Well, can I talk to your aunt? Well,
she's out of town. She won't be back

tomorrow.

I guess I'll come back then.

Thanks a lot. Sure.

Are you sure you don't want some tea?
No, thanks. This won't take very long.

Well, you take just as long as you like.

My niece will be home for lunch any time
now, and I'm sure she'd love to see you

again.

You're not one of those married men who
doesn't wear his wedding ring, are you,

Mr. Malansky?

Oh, no, I'm not married.

Anyway, your niece was telling me you
had words with somebody parked out front

that day Terry Knight was killed. Well,
yes.

I was expecting company for dinner that
evening. The Hingles, Leonard and

Eleanor, and their boy Sheldon.

He was on furlough from the Navy.

He's my niece's age.

Anyway, as you saw, it permit parking
only out front. So I had to watch for

Hingles so I could give them a temporary
permit.

Only when I looked out... I saw this man
parked out there without a permit.

So I just marched right out there and
told him to move on. Well, what did he

look like?

Well, like a construction worker or
something.

Big and mean.

And he had a scraggly beard and his hair
was kind of mouthy colored.

Well, would you recognize him if you saw
him again? Probably.

Anyway, he drove away as soon as I
talked with him.

Once he got off the phone, that is.

You didn't get his license plate number,
did you?

Oh, good heavens, no.

The make of the car?

It was dark blue, dirty, and banged up.
I remember that.

It just looked awful.

Oh, yes.

And it had all these stickers in the
back window that said, Dorothy and the

Man.

Who were Dorothy and the Tin Man?

Well, that's just what I asked my niece
when I went inside with the Hingles.

And she said it was a local rock band
with a girl who sings in her underwear.

Sheldon didn't know that.

He really wasn't very with it.

Mr. Lasseter, I'm Perry Mason.

Yes, of course. Please, come in. I
appreciate your seeing me.

I could tell you were a busy man.

Just going for the motions, really.

Terry's death came as a horrible shock.

Please, sit down. What can I do for you?

This picture.

When was this picture taken?

Eight years ago.

That was the dive Terry was performing
in when I discovered her.

It was just the dreams then.

But it was clear she was something
special.

It just naturally became Terry Knight.

and the dreams.

Remember me Remember me

I long to be

make her as beautiful on the outside as
she already was on the inside.

She deserved every bit of the fame and
fortune she got.

I'll never sign anyone like her again.

Ever.

Jack tells me she was about to sign with
another record company.

In this business, that's just another
way of asking for a higher royalty rate.

No. She was concerned about the way your
promotion people do business.

I use independents to sell my
recordings.

What's wrong with the way they do
business?

Terry apparently believed you got radio
stations to play your recordings by

giving them illegal payoffs.

What, payola?

That's ridiculous.

Ridiculous? Is that what you said when
she confronted you?

She never confronted me.

Jack says she did.

Well, she lied to Jack. He's lying to
you. I mean, my God. The man is on trial

for murder?

He's liable to say anything.

You'd have been ruined if Terry had gone
public with her accusations.

What exactly are you suggesting?

I understand you had a set of pen and
ink drawings custom made for her

apartment here in Denver.

So what? It was a gift.

So, you'd been to her apartment?

Yes.

Look, before you start trying to tie me
into the Kennedy assassination or

something, let me tell you this.

I made Terry Knight, and she knew it.

Now, she may have thrown a tantrum or
two recently, but that was just nerves.

She would never have done anything to
hurt me or anybody.

That just wasn't her style.

Seems to me her style changed.

Thank you, Mr. Lasseter.

I'll be in touch.

got on tap?

Coming up.

There's a car out front, dark blue, got
plenty of dents in it.

The owner around?

Why?

I just hit it.

Another dent.

Harry'll be thrilled.

Probably in the back somewhere.

Trying to get somebody to listen to that
damn demo tape of his. You know, would

-be songwriter.

Oh, we better get this over with. What's
this guy Harry look like?

Big guy, sandy brown hair, wears a...

Suit coat over work shirt.

Real class.

Try the dressing room backstage.

It's right up those stairs.

Thanks.

I'm looking for Harry.

He just missed him.

Let's bring that bass level up. Just a
little.

That's good.

I'll bury the sentence. Just a little
bit.

Yeah.

Who the hell is that?

Hey, can I help you?

My name's Mason.

Sorry, I forgot you were coming. I'll be
right in. Keep working.

How's Jack doing?

He's holding up.

You've been producing Terry's records
for how long?

Five years, four albums.

Now the two of you get along.

Easiest star I ever worked with.

So the argument you had with her the
afternoon she was murdered was a fluke.

Just a misunderstanding, that's all.

I had a long talk yesterday with Terry's
driver.

So? So.

That wasn't the first.

Misunderstanding, was it?

We had an affair, if that's what you're
talking about. Didn't your wife divorce

you because of that affair?

Wasn't there a substantial property
settlement? Just about bankrupted me.

And then Terry walked out on you.

She never said so, but...

I think she took up with me just to get
even with Jack for messing around on

her.

Her heart was never really in our
relationship. I knew it, but I couldn't

myself.

I thought maybe if I loved her enough in
time, she would love me back.

One day she just refused to see me
again.

That was it.

How did that make you feel?

Like killing myself.

But if you're trying to say that maybe I
killed her instead, you have no idea

how much I loved her.

I should have known she'd never leave,
Jack.

the end, she just couldn't hurt Jack the
way he had hurt her.

She was the only truly decent human
being I've ever known.

But she destroyed your life.

Yeah.

Everything but my music.

Mrs. McDevitt?

Mrs. McDevitt?

Mrs. McDevitt, it's Ken Malansky.

Look, Brock, I'm telling you, it's the
same guy.

He knew that she could place him outside
Terry Knight's apartment the day of the

murder, so he got nervous, came back
here, and he killed her.

This is a burglary going south, plain
and simple. Come on.

Some guy breaks in, he's thinking
nobody's home, starts trashing the

she sneaks up on him, he clobbers her,
she winds up dead. I think that someone

killed her, then trashed the place to
make it look like a burglary.

Thank you, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Malansky, can you give me a
description of your burglar, sir?

I didn't get a good look at his face.

So, in other words, you have nothing.
But whoever killed her also killed Terry

Knight. If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

He hangs out at the L .A. club, Brock.

Did you get a look at his license plate?

Yeah, back at the club. I wrote it down,
but it was a dead end. The car was

stolen.

I'm going to find that guy, Perry.

Of course you will.

I just want you to end up in one piece.

Well, you're turning into a regular.

Love soda.

Love soda.

Yeah. So what did Harry say about his
car?

Actually, we wound up talking mostly
about music.

Yeah? You in the business?

Yeah.

I'm an A &R man from Pacifica Records.

Listen to the demo Harry gave me last
night. I think I could use a couple of

songs. No kidding.

Harry's going to be famous.

Maybe.

If I can find him.

See, I lost his phone number.

Hey, Kathy, come here.

This guy's a big honcho of Pacific
Records. Wants Harry to write some songs

him. Cool.

Actually, I just want to talk to him.
You're Kathy?

Kathy Redding. Hi. Harry's a friend of
mine.

That's right.

Joe Dillon.

You were Terry's first husband.

I was 29. She was a cute 17.

I was like an older brother to her. She
wanted to sing.

So I taught her how. The voice, the
moves, that cute little smile.

I taught her everything.

And somewhere along the way, we fell in
love.

I married her.

Four years later, she walked.

What happened?

Magic, Mr. Mason.

Terry had magic when she sang.

People couldn't take their eyes off her.

Once she found that out, I couldn't hold
her.

Several of the people who were backstage
at the auditorium the afternoon she was

murdered told me you were there and that
you were very upset with her.

I was mad as hell.

Three weeks before, Terry had called me
and said, hey, why don't you be my guest

at the concert?

I said, great.

I get to the door, there's no pass, my
name's not on the guest list, and

everybody backstage is treating me like
dirt. Even her.

I felt like a complete fool.

So, you were on speaking terms.

Yeah, we kept in touch.

I even went to her and Jack's wedding.

Hey, why not?

She's singing to 30 ,000 people at the
auditorium.

I'm singing feelings and some dive to a
bunch of stiffs.

You forgive and forget.

I forgave.

She forgot.

And she wouldn't have amounted to a hill
of beans if it hadn't been for you. Is

that what you think?

I know so.

Not only did I teach her how to sing, I
taught her how to use that body of hers.

Make people listen.

on Terrace Drive?

I've been over there a few times.

The afternoon she was murdered?

You mean, did she make me so mad that I
went over there and killed her and then

framed Jack because I saw them fighting
at the auditorium?

That's exactly what I mean.

Nah, forget it.

Jack is the one that killed Terry.

And like I told the DA this morning,
Terry called me a week earlier, said

she was afraid that Jack was going to
kill her.

And lo and behold,

He did.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

I'll have a cup of clam chowder and a
dinner salad with blue cheese.

Then I'll have the lamb chops, you know,
with the broccoli and a side of fries

and a meal on auction.

I missed lunch.

Number four cheeseburger and some fries,
please.

Where do you put it?

I expend a lot of energy on stage.

I'm a singer.

Oh.

Actually, I think I expend more energy
offstage worrying about making a fool of

myself.

So, uh, Harry's a friend of yours?

Yeah, more or less.

He likes my voice, and he wants me to
sing a couple of his songs on his next

demo. That's terrific.

Though what's really terrific is that he
wants me to quit my job and go to Vegas

with him.

He can get me work there.

And in L .A., too.

You sure he's got connections in the
business?

He's got you, right?

Right.

Which brings us to what I wanted to talk
about.

See, I listened to Harry's demo the
other day, and I think I can use some of

stuff. He's really talented, isn't he?
Oh, yeah.

But the problem is, you're going to
think I'm a flake here.

He gave me his phone number and address,
and I lost them.

You know what they are?

No, I don't.

I'm sorry, I just...

I never call him. He's always just
hanging out at the club.

You know his last name?

Corcoran. Harry Corcoran.

Actually, he'll probably be down at the
club tonight.

I'll be singing a whole set by myself.

First time ever.

You'll be great.

Why don't you come too?

Please?

Okay.

I'd like that.

What about you, C .J.? Let me guess.

Perry Mason.

I won't take long.

So?

What do you want?

When and how did you, Terry, and Janice
start singing together?

We went to the same high school, started
singing together there just for fun,

drifted apart after graduation.

Didn't even know Terri had gotten
married till I ran into her after her

She was a mess.

Joe had been awful to her. He was so
jealous of her, he couldn't see

Anyway, the three of us started getting
together and singing again.

Terri had changed.

She was much better.

And pretty soon we realized we had
something.

We became the dreams.

I'm trying to be.

I know we can make it.

So why don't you take it?

I and Janice, we became best friends and
stayed best friends.

Until Terry decided to take over the
spotlight, you mean.

She said Sean Lasseter thought the group
would be more commercial if they had a

lead and two backups.

So we became Terry Knight in the dreams.

Did that make you angry?

What do you think?

Just what are you getting at?

Rumor has it she wanted to fire you. I
don't listen to rumors.

What about opinions?

I'm of the opinion that someone close to
Terry may have arranged her murder.

Just what the hell are you saying? That
I had something to do with Terry's

death? You started out as equals.

You wanted to go back to being equals,
didn't you?

But she did not.

Do something for me, okay, Mr. Mason?

Go to hell.

What I can't figure out is why so many
people I talk to almost eulogize Terry.

Maybe she was a nice person. She
mistreated everybody around her, they

it. Yet in the same breath, they all go
on about how wonderful she was.

It doesn't make sense.

It just doesn't make sense.

Thank you.

Well, I checked every songwriter's
organization, and not one of them has

heard of Harry Corcoran. There is no
Harry Corcoran registered in any hotel

motel in the vicinity.

Yeah, well, whatever his name is, he is
an aspiring songwriter because the

people at the club have heard his demo
tape.

The more reason to believe that one of
our suspects may have hired him, damn

the more reason.

Thank you.

Perry, there's an A &R guy up in the
booth that wants to talk to him, okay?

Okay.

I want to look at you, baby.

I want a piece of my eye.

I want to look at you.

Truth is, I work for the defense on a
case that Harry's involved with. I need

talk to him.

So, you weren't interested in me or my
music?

It's a murder case, Kathy, and Harry's
involved up to his eyeballs.

I wouldn't have lied to you unless it's
absolutely imperative that I talk to

this guy.

Got to the point there wasn't anything
more I could do to help her singing

career, so she left me.

So you were married to her for how many
years?

Just short of four full years.

Prior to seeing her at the auditorium on
the afternoon before she was murdered,

when was the last time that you saw Ms.
Knight?

About a week before that.

Under what circumstances?

She called me, asked if she could come
over.

She sounded desperate, so I said, sure.

So she came to see you? That afternoon.

The minute she walked through the door,
she started crying.

Said I was the only one she could trust.

Said she was afraid of her husband.

She said why?

His temper.

She said it had gotten so bad that she
was afraid that he was going to kill

Those are exact words. No, actually not.

Her exact words were, Joey, I'm scared
of him.

He loses his temper when we argue.

One of these days, he's going to end up
killing me.

Nothing further.

Your witness.

Mr. Dillon.

Was anyone else present when you heard
Terry Knight say she was afraid Jack

Burnett was going to kill her?

No, sir.

And you remember her exact words? I have
a very good memory, especially where

Terry is concerned.

Were you aware of anyone else who might
benefit from Terry Knight's death?

Not offhand, no.

You're certain of that?

Yeah. As certain as you are of Terry
Knight's exact words?

I suppose.

Yes or no, Mr. Dillon? Yes, I'm certain.

What do you do for a living, Mr. Dillon?

I sing and play piano.

In bars, at weddings, whatever.

How much will you gross this week?

Five hundred bucks.

That for seven days?

Six.

How much would Terry Knight have grossed
for three performances at the Denver

Auditorium? $350 ,000.

That's a penny.

Happen to know how much her estate is
worth?

A couple million, I guess.

$14 million, to be exact.

Now, who stood to inherit that money,
Mr. Dillon?

Probably Jack.

That's right.

Her husband, Jack.

Except that if he were to be found
guilty of her murder, he could not

inherit one single cent.

everything would go to the second
beneficiary named in her will.

Do you know who that person is, Mr.
Dillon?

Now, wait a minute.

Please, Mr. Dillon.

Tell the court who the second
beneficiary is. I don't know.

Of course you know.

It's you.

If Jack Barnett is convicted of
murdering his wife...

then you will be handed the check for
$14 million.

Mr. Dillon, you lied just now about her
will.

Yet you expect us to believe you told
the truth about Jack Barnett's threat

against his wife.

I think if we want the truth, this court
will need someone's word other than

yours.

No further questions.

But I'm telling the truth. Mr. Dillon, I
have no more... Everything that she

said, she can't control me.

Mr.

Dillon, one more word from you and I
will have to hold you in contempt, sir.

Redirect?

No,

Your Honor.

You may step down now.

I'm looking for Kathy Redding.

Looks so normal, I almost didn't
recognize you.

Hypers by day, rocker by night, huh?

Where did you find me? The bartender at
the club.

Go away.

We gotta talk.

Oh, great.

So now, on top of everything else,
you're gonna make me lose my job.

What time do you get off work today?

5 .30.

5 .30 down in the lobby, okay?

Okay. If you don't show up, I'll be
back.

So I says to him, your wife doesn't want
you going up there.

And he says to me, mind your own
business.

And then he goes up.

I couldn't stop him.

I can't help but feel like what happened
to Ms. Knight was my fault.

Did Mr. Barnett seem angry to you?

Real angry, yeah.

When did Mr. Barnett leave the building?
Do you remember?

Not till that night, after the police
came.

You're sure?

There's TV cameras all over that
building.

Anybody that comes in the front door or
goes in and out the garage, I see them.

Well, what if Mr. Barnett were driving
someone else's car, like Miss Knight's

car? I know everybody's car. Hers never
left the building either.

So what you're saying is you did not see
Mr.

Barnett leave the building between 4 and
5 that afternoon, the time at which the

coroner has testified Miss Knight was
killed.

No, I sure didn't.

Thank you, Mr. Sussman. You're a
witness.

Marvin Sussman.

Those TV monitors you mentioned, how
many do you have to watch while you're

duty? Let's see. There's ten.

Ten?

You watch ten TV screens, Marmot?

I should think that would be hard in
your eyes.

My eyes are as fit as fiddles.

When's the last time you had them
checked?

About six months ago.

2020, both eyes.

Don't your eyes get tired from looking
at TV screens all day?

No, sir.

Don't you ever have to take a break,
look away for a while?

No, sir. They pay me to watch those
monitors, and I do. Like a hawk.

Well, thank you, Marvin.

Oh.

Who was Secretariat?

A racehorse.

Swaps?

Native dancer.

Affirmed. All racehorses. Everybody
knows that.

Yankee Red.

Yeah, he's a racehorse, too.

But not everybody knows that.

Only the people that bet on him in the
feature race at Hialeah yesterday.

People who like to play the horses.

Now, you like to play the ponies, don't
you, Marvin?

I make a bet every once in a while. How
often is once in a while?

Marvin Sussman, I realize your job may
very well be at stake here,

but my client's life is at stake. Now,
believe me, the guilt you feel

for what happened to Terry Knight is
nothing compared to what you'll feel if

he's convicted because you failed to
tell the truth.

Now, you bet on the horses practically
every day, don't you?

Yeah. When you can't get to the track,
how do you place your bets?

I have a bookie.

He works out of a bar that's just around
the corner from the apartment building.

Isn't it true that every day at 4 .15
you go to that bar to place new bets and

settle old ones with your bookie?

Marvin, we need the truth now.

Isn't that the truth?

Yeah, it's true.

Did you go to the bar the afternoon
Terry Knight was murdered?

Yes.

How long were you gone?

Fifteen minutes at the most.

Isn't it true that during that time Jack
Barnett could have driven out of the

building, gone to his office, and driven
back into the building without your

seeing him?

Yeah, it's possible.

Real possible.

Thank you, sir.

That's all.

Go ahead. What would you like?

Nothing.

A cup of coffee.

Well, maybe just a cup of decaf.

And the beef stew.

And a piece of pecan pie.

A la mode.

Well, you're not bleeding, so I guess
you haven't found Harry yet.

No, I haven't, but I found Eve.

Finally got a good look at him at the
club last night, so I went over to

headquarters to take a look at some mug
shots.

Guess what?

He has a record. I know that. He told
me.

He wrote a couple of bad checks.

Tri -armed robbery.

Three years in Joliet, and his name
isn't Harry Corcoran. It's Steve Gant.

So big deal. So he changed his name
because he wanted to start new with a

slate. Kathy, I think this guy's a
killer. He's just a songwriter. He's

dangerous. He likes my voice. Damn it,
he thinks I'm good. Kathy, I know this

guy said he wants to help you, and I
know you want to believe him, but I'm

telling you.

It's bad news.

I'm staying at the Marketplace Hotel.

Here's my number.

throw it away.

What if I'm right?

Kathy, you've got to be careful.

Give it to him.

How was your day?

How did you get in here?

The window by the fire escape was open.
You're lucky it was me and not some

psychopath.

Excuse me.

You don't seem very happy to see me.

You broke into my home.

I got tired of waiting outside.

Where you been, anyway?

It's grocery shopping. What does it look
like?

And now I'm going to go change.

I want the money.

Now.

Nothing doing.

Tomorrow night.

Or I start blowing whistles.

Not there.

The auditorium.

Seven o 'clock.

You'd better.

Who was the guy at the club the other
night?

You're the one who beat him up. Why
don't you tell me?

He wasn't any A &R guy from Pacifica
Records.

That's what he said.

What else did he say?

Nothing.

Hey, Harry! Harry!

I think you're lying.

He told me that you'd been in prison for
armed robbery.

Okay? What else?

Nothing.

You're lying again.

No, I'm not. No, I'm not, Harry. Come
on.

He couldn't have known I did time unless
he knew my real name.

Okay, he told me that, too. I just... I
forgot, okay?

Stay away from that guy, you hear me?

You go near him again, and you got a
problem with me.

Mr. Clemens, would you please tell this
court your profession?

I'm a lawyer.

Most of my work is in the field of
entertainment.

You knew Terry Knight.

I drew up the original contract between
her, Carla Peters, and Janice Wyatt.

The one that formalized their
relationship as the dreams.

And I continued as her lawyer right up
until her death.

So, you knew Terry Knight.

And shall we say her.

Humble beginnings as a singer.

From the grassroots, Mr. Mason.

Mr. Clemens, fortune and fame, we know,
can sometimes have strange effects on

people. After achieving success,
entertainers can sometimes become high

demanding, unreasonable.

Can they not?

Objection. Where is the relevance?

Your Honor, proof of reasonable doubt
demands showing that other people... In

this instance, a good many other people
had a motive for committing this murder.

Terry Knight's personality is a crucial,
crucial element.

Your Honor, Mr. Mason is trying to put
the victim on trial here.

Perhaps, but there is some relevancy
here. I'm going to overrule.

Continue, Mr. Mason.

Thank you, Your Honor.

What about Terry Knight, Mr. Clemens?

Did Terry Knight change too?

I honestly thought that she might prove
to be the exception to the rule.

For years, Terry was as kind and
guileless as the day we met. Then about

months ago, well, she became just as
imperious as any star I've ever known.

Go on.

Well, suddenly she was calling me every
day, wanting this contract amended

because so -and -so had ripped her off,
wanting that contract nullified because

so -and -so had lied to her.

She even wanted to sue Carla Peters, her
best friend.

Apparently, Carla had talked to someone
about cutting a solo album.

Terry wanted to sue her for breach of
contract.

And her producer, Andy Sachs.

When he was mixing one of her albums, he
accidentally lost a track she'd

recorded.

She wanted to sue him for negligence.

Fortunately, that didn't happen with Mr.
Sachs or anyone else.

This kind of litigation only serves to
provoke people.

And in the music business, making
enemies are people you have to work

Well, that's something you must avoid.

Thank you, Mr. Clemens.

Karen, next Thursday night, I'll hold
that to myself.

I beg my brains out for it.

Congratulations.

Get out of here, please.

Why?

Because if Harry sees me with you,
there's going to be trouble all over

Sounds like you've been talking to him.
I'm just trying to get on with my life.

Would you leave me alone? I was right
about it, wasn't I? Leave me out of it,

Kathy. Kathy, I don't want to make
trouble for you, believe me.

But two people are dead, and I'm pretty
sure it's because of Harry.

The only person that can help me nail
him is you.

Mr.

Mason, will you call your next witness,
please?

The fence closed.

Carla Peters.

Terry and Carla were friends. What are
you doing?

Trying to find the truth.

Ms. Peters, when you, Janice Wyatt, and
Terry Knight started out, it was just

the dreams, was it not?

That's right.

But it ended up being Terry Knight and
the dreams. Why?

Why wasn't it Carla Peters and the
Dreams?

It just didn't work out that way.

When Sean Lasseter promoted Terry to
lead singer and demoted you to backup,

Terry object?

No.

In fact, she was relieved she didn't
have to compete with you anymore, wasn't

she? I wouldn't know. In fact, when she
heard you were thinking about doing a

solo album, When it looked as though she
would have to compete with you, she

tried to destroy you, didn't she?

Miss Peters, didn't Terry Knight try to
sue you?

She tried to sue me, yes.

Terry Knight was a willful, vengeful
star who was determined to crush any and

all threats to her, including you.

Isn't that true, Miss Peters? No, no, it
isn't.

You want me to sit up here and say Terry
was some kind of monster, don't you?

All I want is the truth.

The truth?

The truth is that she was one of the
finest people who ever lived.

You want me to say she changed?

Okay.

She changed.

How can you not change when 40 ,000
people go nuts every time you step on

Well, you make so much money.

You can buy anything you want.

That's a lot for a girl who grew up with
nothing.

You know?

People treated her like she was a
superstar.

So, okay.

Maybe she acted like one sometimes.

But I knew what she was really like.

She was my friend.

And I loved her.

No more questions.

State want to cross?

No, Your Honor.

Witness may step down.

Well, you got the truth. Any more
brilliant ideas?

Think of it this way, Jack.

If we hadn't put Carla on the stand, we
wouldn't have her truth, and we wouldn't

have one less suspect.

I understand you're on your way to pick
up a paycheck.

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

In fact, I think I'm being illegally
detained here.

You're under arrest for trespassing.
How's that?

And that's all I've got on him,
gentlemen.

Who's heading for the dressing room?
Let's go, Lieutenant.

Give me that.

Money.

How much money exactly? How much was
Terry's life worth?

It wasn't me.

I'm doing this for someone else. Someone
else made me do it.

Who would that be?

Your client.

Jack Barnett.

Jack Barnett did not give Becky $50 ,000
to kill his wife.

Becky had to say something.

She probably figured that by laying it
on Jack, she'd have the greatest effect

on Brock.

She was right.

You think she's the one that hired that
man to kill Terry?

No. They were like sisters who got into
Jack.

The idea that she would kill Terry just
doesn't make sense.

Nothing about this case makes sense.

So, what do we do now?

Follow the money. Find out whose bank
account that $50 ,000 came from.

I got to get a subpoena.

Wait, Ken.

Tell her I want you to call Jack and get
him over here. And order some coffee.

It's going to be a long night.

About any answers?

No, just theory.

But it's the only way the fact that
nothing makes sense makes sense.

Mr. Leo, will you tell the court,
please, who killed Terry

Knight?

A man named Steve Gant.

How do you know that?

Because I was the one who hired him to
do it.

I was forced to by her husband, Jack
Barnett.

Order. Order.

He came to me about a month before the
murder and told me if I didn't do what

said, he'd ruin me.

He'd make sure no one in the music
business would ever hire me again.

How did you find Steve Gant? Run an ad
in the paper?

I knew him because he was a songwriter.

At least he thought he was.

He kept writing stuff for Terry on spec
and begging me to give it to her. Kept

trying to butter me up.

He let it slip once that he'd been in
prison.

So I assumed correctly that he was
capable of violence.

How much did you agree to pay him?

$50 ,000 before and $50 ,000 after.

Cash. Again, it was Jack's idea.

Not quite.

You see, the money tells a different
story.

$100 ,000 is a lot of cash.

The withdrawals Jack Barnett made over
the past eight weeks, even over the past

year, add up to nowhere near $100 ,000.
The records are right there.

Now, where did Jack Barnett get the
money?

People in the music business are always
making cash deals.

He probably had it squirreled away in
some safe deposit box.

I have the bank records here to show
that someone did make cash withdrawals

which add up to $100 ,000.

Now, Terry Knight and Jack Barnett had
one joint bank account and each had

several separate accounts, did they not?

Yes. Who handled Terry's account?

I did, most of the time.

Now, what happened to the cash that was
withdrawn from three of her accounts

on eight different occasions?

Withdrawals which, as you can see, add
up to $100 ,000.

I don't know.

Terry was very impulsive.

Sometimes when she felt like buying
something, she'd just...

Go to the bank, get some cash, buy it,
and tell me about it later.

How do you suppose Steve Gant got into
Terry's apartment so he could do the

killing?

I don't know.

I didn't either.

So I asked him. He said the door was
unlocked.

Now, how do you suppose that happened?

Jack unlocked it for him and then left
on a fake errand so it would look like

had an alibi.

Jack?

Said it was locked when he left to run
that errand. He said he and Terry always

kept the door locked.

He's lying.

He is.

Isn't it possible that someone unlocked
it after Jack Barnett left?

If you're suggesting it was me, I was at
the auditorium. You can ask anybody.

No, it wasn't you.

It was the only person it could have
been.

It was Terry Knight herself.

Objection! This is all speculation.

Overruled.

After the liquor, the painkillers, the
sleeping tablets,

Terry made one great desperate effort to
unlock the door so a stranger

could end her suffering with a bullet.

She wanted to die, didn't she?

But she couldn't kill herself.

No.

Mr. Leo.

Is it not true that in the seven months
prior to her death,

You and Terry Knight made several trips
through Sloan Kettering Hospital in New

York City?

No.

Yes.

Would you tell the court, please, who's
Dr.

Philip Daltrey?

An oncologist on staff there.

And who is Dr.

Marla Scott?

A neurosurgeon.

Why was Terry Knight seeing those
doctors?

Why?

Becky, aren't you going to tell us about
your best friend?

She had a brain tumor.

And the doctors told her the tumor was
inoperable?

Yes.

They told her her personality would
change and that

her behavior would become erratic and
that gradually she'd

lose control physically until finally it

was going to be horrible.

So you helped her plan and carry out her
own death.

I loved her.

She wanted people to remember her as she
really was.

Not as this awful thing she was turning
into.

And she told me if I didn't help her,
she'd just keep trying until she found

someone who would.

Originally, Gant planned it to look like
she came upon a burglar and was killed.

Why did you change the plan to make it
look like... Premeditated murder.

Why did you frame her husband?

I hated him.

He hurt her so badly, I hated him.

I couldn't stand the thought that she
had to die all alone while he got to go

living and enjoying everything she'd
helped him get.

But he loved her, honestly and deeply.

Nobody loved her like I did.

She was out of her mind with pain.

She begged me to help her. She was my
friend.

What else could I do?

Nobody loved her like I did.

In view of these revelations, I move
that all charges against

the defendant be dismissed.

Does the state object?

No, Your Honor. So ordered.

The bailiff will take Mr. Leo into
immediate custody.

Sure you don't want to join us.

Very good.

I'll ask Terry.

I hope he can make it. We'll try.

Jack, how about dinner with us tonight?

I know a place where the music is soft,
dancing is slow, and I know words to the

song.

I don't think I'd be very good company
tonight.

You know Terry wasn't a joke.

I know.

I just feel bad for her, that's all.

Oh, Perry, Ken just invited us to the
club where Kathy Redding is performing.

You accept it?

I know what you think about rock and
roll.

Is he trying to make me sound like I'm
not with it?

I would hope not.

How about some dinner?

Oh, I already asked him.

He said he'd rather not.

Perry, thanks for everything.

I know a place where the music is soft,
the dancing is slow, and I know all the

words.

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