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I hate the way men look at you.

If men stop looking at me, I don't pay my rent, Reverend.

We should've met at your place.

This was your choice.

Just remember, my fee is the same

whether it's here or there.

I think our time's just about up anyway.

Always a pleasure, Reverend.

May I see you next week?

You know where to reach me.

No, Tuesday's no good.

How about... Wednesday at 7:00?

David Campbell, how can you say that?

You know you're my favorite.

You bet I'll prove it.

Hey, did I tell you...

Um, I listened to your radio show the other day.

You give good advice, Doctor.

7:00 Wednesday.

Bye.

Had I known you were this good, I would've voted for you.

What a man has to do today to win one lousy vote.

Jeffrey.

Hmm?

I need your help with a little problem I'm having.

Oh?

What's that?

Anything.

You know Ann Rawls?

Yeah.

She's, uh... what do they call her nowadays?

Uh, your madam.

I may be wrong, but I don't think

she wants me working for her anymore.

Why would she want to shoot herself in the foot?

You're the best she's got.

Yeah, well, um, I haven't exactly been straight with her.

I mean, there have been a few clients

I haven't told her about.

So? She's not the only game in town.

No, but she's the best game in town.

Most money, the best clients.

You will talk to her, won't you, Jeffrey?

Well, um... Janie, I'm sorry.

I, uh... I can't do that.

I'm a state senator.

I, uh... I can't get involved in anything like that.

I was hoping you wouldn't disappoint me.

Janie?

What is that supposed to mean?

You have no idea how good you sound on tape, Senator.

What the hell are you talking about?

You know those little playful telephone conversations

we've been having?

I've recorded them... just in case you needed

a little motivation.

Senator, let me ask you a question.

If one of your people stole from you,

wouldn't you get rid of them?

Ann, I'm not condoning what Janie did.

I'm here to ask you for a personal favor.

Give her another chance, huh?

I can't, Senator.

I just don't trust her.

Besides, it would set a bad example for my other girls.

Ann?

Hello, Janie.

Janie, I did what I could.

Her mind is made up.

Now, I want that tape.

Good-bye, Jeffrey.

Don't force my hand!

Maybe you should go to the police.

It's quite something.

Your clients have been parading in here all day

trying to get me to change my mind.

First, David Campbell,

your radio psychologist friend, dropped by.

Then I got a visit from Reverend Phelps.

They both say

you taped all of your conversations with them.

You're a bitch, Janie.

I've made you a lot of money, Ann.

You're fired, Janie.

I have your entire client list, Ann.

I'll give it to the press.

Get out of here, Janie.

There won't be a man in Atlanta who'll touch your girls.

Why don't you give me about 30 minutes?

I'm gonna take a bubble bath,

put on some lotion.

You are one naughty boy, Roger.

30 minutes.

Bye.

Jerk.

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How did you get in here?

What are you doing?

No! No!

Oh.

Janie?

Come on, Janie. It's Ann.

I want to talk to you.

Janie?

Janie?

Oh.

Hey, Janie!

Sugar?

Come on, sugar. What are you doing?

Why did you go to Janie's apartment

in the first place?

- Well, earlier in the day... - Mm-hmm.

She had threatened to turn my girls' client list

over to the press.

- That would have put me out of business. - Oh.

I was going to try and talk some sense into her.

Maybe even give her another chance.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, Lieutenant Brooks mentioned,

uh, an-an audio tape that Janie had made.

What was that all about?

Oh, Janie was putting the pressure

on three of her clients

to try and convince me not to get rid of her.

Each of them paid me a visit.

Oh. Oh, oh. But they didn't... they didn't convince you?

I'm a businesswoman, Mr. Matlock.

Uh-huh.

Janie lied and stole from me.

I had to fire her.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, well...

What was... What was on the tape?

Well, apparently,

she had taped several explicit conversations

with each of them

that would prove embarrassing if they were made public.

Oh, I see. I see. Boy...

it sure would be helpful to get hold of that tape.

Does that mean you're going to take the case?

Yeah, I think I will.

Thank you.

Has anyone ever told you

that you have the most piercing blue eyes?

Uh, n-n-no, no, I-I don't think so.

Tell you what.

Let's you and I have dinner tonight.

Well, you're in jail.

Well, you'll take care of that.

I'll pay the bail

and then we can celebrate our getting together.

Well, uh... no, no, no-no-not tonight.

I mean, I've got a lot of work to do... I mean, a lot of work.

Oh, what a shame.

Well, perhaps another time.

Hmm.

When you're not working.

À bientôt.

Uh, ma'am?

It's French.

It means "I'll be seeing you."

Oh, yeah, well... à bientôt to you, too.

À bientôt.

Anybody figure out how the killer got in?

Probably had a key.

Ann said Janie had lost her keys.

Huh.

Mm-hmm.

I tell you what, Conrad...

You find that tape and I'll buy you a fine dinner.

- Anywhere? - Anywhere.

Now I'm motivated.

Yeah.

Nice, fat New York steak smothered in onions,

baked potato with sour cream and chives.

How'd you two get in here?

Oh, I... uh, the police gave us this key.

Uh, I'm representing the woman accused of killing Janie Ladd.

I'm Ben Matlock.

Uh-huh, and you?

Conrad McMasters.

And you?

Tom Marshall.

I'm the super.

I manage the building.

I'm just checking out a few things,

seeing what needs to be done

before the owners can rent it again.

Oh... we're looking around a little ourselves.

Okay, well, suit yourself.

Yeah, I'm gonna check the bedroom.

Yeah.

Did, uh, did you know Janie Ladd well?

Not really.

She liked to keep to herself.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know what she did for a living?

Yeah, she was a call girl.

Yeah.

Hey, she paid her rent on the first of every month.

Well, I guess that's better than some.

Oh, hell, I'm late for a doctor's appointment.

Listen, can you do me a favor

and lock the door when you leave?

- Yeah. - Great, thanks.

It's not here, Ben.

Uh, well, we'll go with you.

Go with you.

Well, Conrad...

looks like you're going to pop

for that steak and potatoes yourself.

Uh, did you call the police the night she was killed?

No, I wasn't here.

I was at a family dinner.

By the time I got back, the police had already shown up.

Oh, well...

- Good luck to you, Mr. Matlock. - Thanks.

- Sure. - Thanks.

Huh?

Tom Marshall's not on this registry.

Maybe he lives somewhere else.

Superintendent lives in apartment 101.

His name's D. Harper.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. David Campbell.

I'm Dr. Campbell.

Oh.

Michelle Thomas, Doctor... Ben Matlock's associate.

We're representing Ann Rawls.

Right, right.

This is Bert Ginsberg, my station manager.

- Miss Thomas. - Hello.

- Why don't we talk in my office? - Okay.

- Bert, I'll see you at 7:00? - You got it.

Thank you.

- You care for some coffee? - No, thanks.

I take it Ann Rawls told you about the tape.

Yes, she did.

You must think quite poorly of me.

Well, I try not to judge people, Dr. Campbell.

I'm sure you must have been pretty frightened

when Janie told you

that your relationship with her might be made public.

Miss Thomas...

I... am not capable of violence.

Where were you at 6:30

the evening Janie was killed, Dr. Campbell?

Home.

Alone?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

My wife is an actress... Blaine Campbell.

She's been on the road for the last couple months

in a touring production.

Well, did you talk to anyone

who might be able to confirm that you were home that evening?

Yes, I did, I was on the phone most of the night.

With whom?

Some of my private patients.

I have a full schedule of patients that I see.

Well, do you remember the person

you were speaking to around 6:30?

Yes, I think so.

May I have the name, please?

No.

Excuse me?

Miss Thomas, I can't divulge the name of a patient

without his permission.

It would be both unethical and unprofessional of me.

I don't anticipate a problem,

but I'll have to talk to him first

and then I'll get back to you.

I'll get it.

Hi.

Oh, hi, hi.

Co-Co-C-Come in, come in.

Uh, uh, uh... Miss Hawkins,

this is, uh, Madam Rawls.

Miss Rawls.

How do you do?

Miss Hawkins.

Thank you.

That'll be all?

Yes.

All right.

Come on in.

What, what, what brings you way out here?

Well, now, I had a message that you called...

Something about "you had good news."

- Hmm. - What's the good news?

Oh, oh, oh, th-the, the judge who was assigned to your case

had to step down because of illness.

Why is that good news?

Well, Judge Harris would hang a jaywalker if he could.

He'd make our lives miserable.

Ken Harris.

You know him?

He's a client?

Judge Harris?

You'd think he'd smile more.

DMV just got back to me.

You know that car Tom Marshall was driving?

Yeah?

It was rented.

Yeah, by whom?

A Mark Evans.

Is that supposed to ring a bell?

No, but his boss' name should... Senator Jeffrey Paul.

Excuse me?

Well, well, well.

Well, well, well, well, well.

More and more good news today, huh?

Hmm... I bet you're going to have to get right on this.

Oh, you betcha.

Well, I guess I'll just go.

Okay.

Uh... but... you know...

you and I could have dinner tonight.

I mean, you do have a rain check.

Uh, well, well, I...

I ate such a late lunch that,

that I-I-I don't think I'd be hungry for-for-for dinner.

Oh.

Well, I guess I'll just have to catch you another time.

When you're... hungry.

À bientôt.

À-À bi... à bi... à bi... À bientôt.

One thing I know about my constituents...

If I was a gambler or a drunk,

there'd be all kinds of compassion.

Yeah, but they find out you're seeing a call girl,

you might as well pack up the office...

And head for the hills.

Yeah.

Did your young man find what he was looking for

over at Janie's apartment the other day?

Yes.

It's all yours.

You're giving it to me?

Well, isn't that why you're here?

Well, it was on my list, yeah.

Look, Ben, I know I'm still a suspect,

but I do have an alibi, so I figured that if I help you,

you will try to keep my name out of the trial.

Do we have a deal?

Well, it depends on how airtight your alibi is.

Well, when this murder allegedly occurred,

I was being interviewed on Channel Four... live.

Airtight?

Vacuum sealed.

Look, Ben, I think there's something on this tape

that you should listen to.

Uh, did you know that one of Janie's clients was a minister?

Reverend Morley Phelps.

Yeah, well, it appears

that, uh, Reverend Phelps had quite a secret.

How many times must I apologize to you, Janie?

Apologies aren't going to bring back my sister, Reverend.

You can't hold me responsible

for what happened to her.

You're a murderer, a cold-blooded murderer.

I've done nothing wrong.

You were seeing Janie Ladd.

What would your congregation think

if they found out about that?

Janie Ladd was a human being.

I feel a great deal of shame and remorse

about my relationship with her.

Janie made an audiotape of a conversation she had with you

and she was using it to blackmail you

into talking to Ann Rawls on her behalf.

What did she think you did to her sister?

I don't have to answer that.

She accused you of murdering her sister.

That's a very serious charge.

If I were you, I'd want to clarify that.

You're not saying I killed her?

Mr. Matlock, I am a man of God.

I'm sorry, Reverend.

I'll have to ask you where you were that night.

I was here, reading Scripture.

As God is my witness.

You called today, wanting to know

about Janie Ladd's sister.

Uh, she died of a drug overdose about ten years ago.

- Um... - Suicide?

- Yeah, that's what Janie said. - Oh.

Well, thank you for telling me about it.

But you...

you didn't have to make a whole special trip out here.

I like to come here.

Oh.

You look real tired.

- Mmm. - Long day?

Long, long... long day.

Stiff neck?

Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Let me help.

Ooh.

You are tight.

Relax.

Come on, loosen up.

Put your head back.

Mmm.

Now, how does that feel?

Ah... feels good.

Take your shirt off, and...

I'll do your back.

Uh... oh, no.

No, no.

Boy, I feel... better already.

Yes.

And it's getting really late, and my...

boy, my neck feels better.

Well, uh, maybe you can rest.

- Yeah. - Mmm.

- Yeah. - Well, next time,

as the saying goes, -

will it be your place or mine?

What are you talking about?

- Don't be so innocent. - Miss Rawls,

it was never my intention that... that this be anything

except a strictly business relationship.

Oh, I know.

But it happens all the time.

It's not unusual for a client to fall in love

with her attorney.

Are you saying that you're...

in love with me?

Well, not yet.

But I do like you.

I like you an awful lot, Benji.

Oh, this is crazy.

This is just... this is just crazy.

Why?

Why can't you and I be friends?

I mean, really good friends.

Well, for one... for one thing, I, uh...

I don't particularly like what you do for a living.

I could give it up.

What?

Well, I always said that if

the right man came along, I could give it up.

Oh, no, this is crazy.

No.

- No, it's crazy. - Well,

- No, it's... - crazy as it sounds,

I could really make you happy.

What do you say?

Think about it, Benji.

Okay?

Don't call me Benji.

Wasn't that the name of a dog in a movie?

Mm-hmm.

Dog!

You have two minutes, and then I want you out of here.

Dominick, this is Miss Thomas, the lawyer I told you about.

Nice to meet you.

I know this is an invasion of your privacy, Mr. Sinclair...

I apologize for that...

But I just need to confirm a few things.

I understand.

I've apprised Dominick of the situation.

Why don't you sit down?

Mr. Sinclair, you're a private patient of Dr. Campbell's?

Yes, I am.

I need to ask you a few questions

about the evening of June 10.

Do you remember how you spent that evening?

Yes, I was at home all evening with my wife.

Do you recall speaking with Dr. Campbell?

Quite clearly.

We spoke for the better part of 20 minutes.

- What time was that? - 6:30.

Could it possibly have been...

6:15? Or maybe later... 6:45?

No, I have a favorite news show

that I watch on Thursdays, and it ends at 6:30.

I remember Dr. Campbell called right after I turned it off.

Well, I guess that just about covers it.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Sinclair.

I'll walk you out.

Dominick, one second.

Well, Conrad...

I believe we're closing in.

Yes, sir. I believe we're closing in.

You think it's the preacher, huh?

Yeah, I'm kind of sorry, but I think it's the preacher.

Uh, Miss Hawkins, would you get that?

You want me to go with you?

No, I'll handle it.

Oh, thank you.

This just came.

Yeah?

Huh.

Thanks.

What in the world?

Ah.

Oh.

Pajamas.

And silk.

Yeah. Well, who in the world...?

"Benji, I have a matching pair.

"Wouldn't it be nice if they got together?

Ann."

You tell anybody about this, I'll kill you.

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Auggie, Ben Matlock.

Tell Bob Brooks I got to speak with him right away.

Haven't you anything better to do

than follow me around, Mr. Matlock?

Well...

What, uh... what are you doing here?

I'm packing some of Janie's things.

Do the police know you have a key?

Okay, Mr. Matlock.

You want to know how I got a key to this place.

I got a key from the only person Janie gave one to.

She lives in Italy.

She does now. She didn't always.

What do you know about Janie's mother?

I was married to her.

Janie was your daughter?

As was Pamela.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I'm a minister, Mr. Matlock.

What am I supposed to tell you?

That my... my daughter, who... who happened to make a living

sleeping with men, hated me so bad

that she made me pay her $300 an hour just to talk to her?

Why did she hate you?

When my daughters were growing up, I drank.

I was violent, abusive.

One day, when Janie was 16 and Pamela was 14,

I came home, and my wife and daughters were gone.

Her lawyer handed me a restraining order.

That insured that I'd never go around them again.

18 months later, my ex-wife called me and said

that Pamela had swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills.

And Janie blamed you.

She swore she'd never talk to me again.

And then, four years ago, my entire life changed.

I found God.

I embraced the church.

I became a minister.

And I made a personal commitment to make things right with Janie.

Uh, she said that, uh, if I wanted to see her...

I'd, uh, have to pay for her time...

uh, just like every other man in her life.

Ben, everything all right?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

B-Bob, I'm... I'm sorry to get you out here.

It was a false alarm.

Wrong guy?

Yeah.

Mr. Ginsberg.

Ah. Miss, um... Thomas.

- Yes. - Yeah, what can I do for you?

Would you happen to remember if you

were working here the evening of June 10?

It was a Thursday.

Oh, I'm here every Thursday.

Well, was Dr. Campbell working that evening?

Sure. He's never missed a show.

Although, he did miss our dinner that night.

He went home with the flu.

Uh, every Thursday after the show,

we have dinner to rehash the week.

But that Thursday, Dr. Campbell went home sick.

Yeah, so I got to, uh, order in Chinese

and watch the Braves game on television.

I called him between innings to see how he was.

And how was he?

Beats me.

It's hard to imagine, Ben.

A daughter charging her father money just to talk with her.

Yeah.

You ready?

Yeah. Uh, could I use the phone?

I need to see if Conrad's looking for me.

Sure. There's a portable in the kitchen.

Yeah. Okay.

Oh.

Um...

Oh.

Oh.

Dr. Campbell,

I understand that your talk show

is one of the most popular radio programs in all of Atlanta.

We have a very loyal following.

Boy, the-the calls your listeners, uh, send in

for all the world to hear.

I mean, uh, drug problems,

sexual problems, marital problems.

They must have a lot of respect for you.

I certainly hope so.

I guess that's, uh...

that's, uh, very important in your line of work... respect.

I mean, if-if a patient didn't have respect

for his psychologist and his opinion,

I guess he might as well just go somewheres else then.

I have suggested that on several occasions.

Yeah.

Uh, Doctor, uh... did you know Janie Ladd?

Yes, I did.

How would you describe your relationship with her?

We were friends.

Mm-hmm. Actually, you paid her

to have sexual relations with you

for over two years, didn't you?

Yes, that is true, but we were friends.

Hmm.

Dr. Campbell, you're a married man and a psychologist.

When your patients find out

that this man that they held in such high regard

was not only an adulterer,

but solicited prostitutes,

that's gonna knock a hole right in your business, isn't it?

Objection.

Calls for speculation.

Sustained.

According to the, uh, coroner,

Janie Ladd was killed around...

6:30 on the evening of June the tenth.

Where were you at that time?

I normally go out on Thursdays

with the station manager, Bert Ginsberg...

But not that night?

No. I wasn't feeling well,

so I thought I should get a good night's sleep.

Oh, yeah. How far is your house from the station?

20 minutes.

About 20 minutes. So about 6:20.

- Mm. - Did you go straight to bed?

No. No. I, uh...

I made some phone calls to patients.

Uh, I was on the phone for quite a while.

Oh. Oh, you remember who you were on the phone to

from say, oh, 6:30 to quarter to 7:00?

Yes, I do. Dominick Sinclair.

Mr. Sinclair was kind enough

to authorize me to reveal his name.

Mm-hmm.

And your associate talked to him.

Hmm. That's right, and Mr. Sinclair

did confirm that you were on the phone with him

at the time you said.

I'm aware of that.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Uh, his house is pretty close to yours, isn't it?

Well, just about a couple blocks.

Yeah, so, there'd be no telephone record of that call

'cause it's a local call, isn't that right?

Well... I mean, Dominick said that he-he talked to me at 6:30.

You know that already.

Yeah, yeah, we-we know that.

We know that you spoke to him on a telephone.

We don't know that you spoke to him

on your phone from your house.

For crying out loud.

You know, Mr. Ginsberg,

your station manager at, uh...

WRQE is a very caring man,

and when you left work sick that day,

he was concerned about your health,

and he called you three times to see how you were feeling.

And here...

Here's the telephone bill... Blown up, of course...

For the radio station for the month of June.

I've circled three numbers.

They're all the same.

You recognize that number?

It's my home number.

Yeah. Yeah.

And Mr. Ginsberg is prepared to testify

that he called that number three times that evening,

and each time, he got your answer machine and hung up.

Why wasn't he able to get you?

You have only the one line

coming into your house, don't you?

Yes. Uh...

Yeah, but something's looking very, very wrong here, see.

Look at the times.

Something's very wrong. Look here.

He called at 6:32 p.m., 6:44, 6:56.

I mean, if you... If you were on the phone

from, say, uh, 6:30 to almost 7:00,

just the one line coming into your house,

shouldn't he have gotten a busy signal?

I don't know. Maybe, uh...

Maybe Mr. Sinclair and I were a little off about the time.

I-I could have been taking a shower.

I always put the machine on when I go into the shower.

I don't think so.

I think you called him at exactly 6:30,

only you didn't call him from your house.

You called him from Janie Ladd's apartment.

- What? - Your Honor... this telephone

was taken from Janie Ladd's apartment

by Atlanta Police Detective Bob Brooks

with a warrant.

I ask that it be marked exhibit J for identification.

It shall be marked.

Thank you.

Now, Dr. Campbell, I don't know how familiar you are

with these new portable phones

and all of their...

fancy little gadgets here.

I mean, a lot of 'em... I don't understand.

Page... I got that here.

And mute and-and memory, and then,

here's, uh... What's...?

I-I got to get-get some glass...

Wha-what's that right there? See?

Redial?

Re-Redial. Now...

Now what do you suppose that function does?

My wife never wanted to get one of these new things.

Yeah. Yeah.

What it does... It automatically calls

the last number that was dialed.

And, uh, uh, a few days ago,

uh, Detective, uh, Bob Brooks and I

were at Janie Ladd's apartment,

and I punched this redial number.

And guess what I got?

555-7793.

You know whose number that is?

That's... Dominick Sinclair's number.

Now, how did Mr. Sinclair's number get programmed

into her telephone?

I don't have any idea.

You know... You know, right-right after...

shortly after she was killed,

the police taped off her whole apartment

so that nobody could mess with any of the evidence.

And they put signs on the telephones.

"Do not use."

You know what that means, Doctor?

That means, the last call

that was made on this phone before the police arrived

was to Dominick Sinclair.

How did his number get in this telephone?

He didn't know Miss Ladd.

You made that call to Mr. Sinclair on this telephone.

You made that call after you killed Janie Ladd, didn't you?

No. That is absolutely not true.

Oh, I think it is.

You left your radio station at 6:00,

arrived at her apartment some 20 minutes later,

killed her, called Dominick Sinclair,

knowing full well that calls from her apartment,

your house to his house, were all local calls,

and the police would never trace 'em

'cause there wouldn't be a record of them.

Unfortunately for you... there is a record.

Mr. Sinclair

is right here. He's not at home.

He can't answer his phone.

I'm gonna press the redial button.

Hello. This is Dominick Sinclair.

I can't come to the phone right now,

but if you'll leave a message after the tone,

I'll give you a call right back.

The defense rests.

We find the defendant, Ann Rawls, not guilty.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

You're dismissed.

This court is adjourned.

Thank you, Benji.

Call me.

I am free this entire weekend.

À bientôt.

À bientôt.

It's French.

Means the check's in the mail.

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