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Now, you're the first person to see it finished,

so I want you to be honest.

Oh. Oh, Amy, it's perfect!

Do you really think so?

Oh, it is the prettiest nursery I've ever seen.

Oh... And, uh, Amy embroidered this.

Well, yeah.

- Oh! - It helped the time go faster.

Wow, this will be one very lucky baby.

I'm so happy for both of you.

Go ahead and ask her.

What? Oh, no.

No, you go ahead. Go on.

- What? - Huh?

Go on.

What?

Howard and I would like it if...

Would you be the baby's godmother?

Was that a yes?

Well, I'm honored.

Yes, yes.

Hi, Chris.

Hi. Come on in.

Hi.

How do you feel?

Like I'm about to explode.

How do I look?

Tired.

Mmm. I brought the vitamins.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, I'm going to need the, um,

final payment for the doctor.

Is there anything else we can do for you?

No, I'm fine. Oh!

What is it?

Oh, nothing. Just a really hard kick.

I think she's a dancer.

She?

Well, boy or girl, as long as the baby's healthy.

Here. You need anything else, give us a call.

I will.

And let us know what the doctor says.

Of course.

- Honey. - Mmm.

Right, okay.

You take care.

And I'll call you tomorrow.

Thanks, Amy.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

Want to know how I really feel?

Rotten?

Like a dumb machine.

Like an incubator hatching a baby for somebody else.

Will you get me some milk?

Yeah.

Actually, no. Never mind.

- Are you sure? - I'll get it. Yeah.

Oh! Oh!

Is it kicking again?

No. I'm in labor, Chris.

I'm having the baby.

Hang on. Here, here.

She'll be okay.

Jaundice is a very common occurrence with newborns.

Hmm.

The doctor assured me that it will clear up in no time.

How long?

Three, four days at the most.

Well, we've waited this long.

What's a few more days, huh?

It's a beautiful baby.

Ah, thank you. I'm Howard Boggs.

This is my wife Amy. Uh...

Uh, we're adopting her.

Yes, I know.

You are...?

John Franklin. I'm Jill's boss.

How do you do, Mr. Franklin?

Harry Neiman. I'm the attorney handling the adoption.

- Pleased to meet you. - Pleasure.

Jill, honey, the baby is just adorable.

How you feeling?

Empty.

Isn't she wonderful?

I need to talk to you.

Okay, okay.

Are you okay, honey?

No. I'm not okay.

She's my baby. I'm not giving her up.

Jill, uh, let's talk about this later...

What are you talking about?

She's my baby. Not yours.

But you led us on.

You agreed.

Howard, listen, I've seen this before.

She's just had a baby. She's very emotional.

She's made up her mind.

Well, I will talk to her.

She won't listen to you.

Look, let's just calm down, both of you.

Will you stop telling me to calm down?

You can't do this, damn it. You made a contract.

- You took our money. - I can...

She's my baby. I can do whatever I want.

Look, you're upset.

You need some rest. Now, come...

Wait, wait.

You don't know what my wife...

You know, both of us... Have gone through.

Come on, let's talk.

You're not going to change my mind.

Okay.

Oh, God.

This ca... this can't be happening.

Oh...

I'm naming the baby Corey,

and I'm taking her home.

I'm not going to try and talk you

into anything you don't want to do.

But I must remind you, you did sign a declaration of intent.

Don't you think I know that?

When I signed that, I was two months pregnant.

I wasn't even wearing maternity clothes yet.

The baby hadn't moved.

It just didn't seem real,

but now I've carried her for nine months.

And I felt her move and kick.

And I've dreamt about her every night.

Don't you understand?

I can't give up the baby.

Jill, I understand how you feel,

but let's look at it from their point of view.

Mr. and Mrs. Boggs have invested a lot of... hope

and a lot of money in this.

I'll find some way to repay them.

I feel sorry for the Boggs.

They're nice people, but I'm keeping Corey.

I can do that, can't I?

Legally, yes.

But morally...

Morally, I'd like to see everyone satisfied.

The Boggs have been good to you, haven't they?

Yes, very good.

Then let's all sit down and talk about it.

Just once.

I'm not saying you have to change your mind.

It's just the right thing to do.

How 'bout it?

Dr. Addison. Dr. Addison,

please contact Dr. Margolis.

I'm afraid Jill is very serious about her decision.

Can't you talk to her?

I mean, it's her decision.

Jill is willing to sit down and discuss this.

But please don't push her.

We won't.

7:00, uh, tomorrow night, her apartment okay with you?

Yeah.

We'll be there.

Now, remember, honey, we want to stay calm.

Yeah.

How you doing?

It's too soon to tell.

Jill?

Jill, are you here?

Jill?

Jill?

There's no pulse.

I think she's dead.

What?

We better get out of here.

Why?

Come on. Let's go.

Howard?

Try and be patient.

Ben's probably talking to the assistant D.A. right now.

What's the point?

Well, the point is to get him to drop the charges,

so this doesn't go any further.

You think he can get him to do that?

Ben is surprising.

In his own quiet way, he gets things done.

I don't give a damn, Carl!

Howard and Amy Boggs didn't kill anybody, and you know that!

I have a case.

Oh, you have a case!

You agree that somebody killed this girl...

Unless she slipped and fell, which she could've.

We know that somebody

- killed her. - Killed her.

And why aren't you out looking for whoever really did it,

instead of trying to lay it on this nice couple

who only wanted a baby and couldn't kill anybody?

I'm telling you, Ben, they had motive, opportunity.

They were found at the scene of the crime.

I get so sick of hearing that.

Under the circumstances,

I strongly suggest you consider a deal.

A deal? Oh, come on, Carl!

- The lawyer, Mr. Neiman... - I know Mr. Neiman.

Says that the adoption agreement provided

that if Jill didn't survive

the baby would go directly to the Boggses.

Carl, we're lawyers, too, you know.

That's meant to mean that they get the baby

if Jill dies in childbirth.

He also said that Jill didn't sign the paper

withdrawing her consent for the adoption.

I-I can't believe that you believe...

I believe what I have to believe.

Now, here's the deal.

I suggest you listen to it and bring it to them.

We're in a lot of trouble, aren't we?

Well... Oh, God... Honey, it's okay.

I-I... I-I-I-I have to tell you the deal

the assistant D.A. wants to make with you.

What sort of deal?

Well, first, it's-it's an insult.

He says that he understands that Jill's murder

might have been an act of-of-of anger or passion,

and he's willing to-to prosecute only whomever

actually hit her, as long as the other's...

willing to agree to what happened.

He wants them to accuse each other?

- That's an insult! - I know.

It's an insult you even discussed such a deal with him!

They really think we did it, don't they?

- It's gonna be okay. - I-I-I told him...

- It's an insult! - Well, I told him,

and we're not gonna accept his stupid deal.

- It's an insult! - Yes, it is.

Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes, it... yes, it is,

and-and-and-and we're gonna get you out of this cage

and into your home and prove to the assistant D.A.

that he never should have made his stu... stupid deal.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

And so as I got to the door,

the, uh, the Boggs came running out.

Jill was... laying right there.

So you never saw Howard or Amy Boggs near the body?

- No, no. - Hello, Bob.

Oh, Ben. Uh, Michelle Thomas, Ben Matlock,

this is Harry Neiman.

- Hello. - How do you do?

Oh, you handled the adoption.

That's right.

Uh, the girl was over here, Ben.

Uh, somebody must have hit her or pushed her.

She fell backwards and smashed her head on this marble slab,

fracturing her skull.

Uh, the painter out in the hall says your clients was

the only people he saw come and go all evening.

Huh.

Huh. Who-Who was supposed to be at this meeting?

Uh, just Chris Miller, biological father.

Oh.

Did anybody else know about it?

Yes, John Franklin... he's the attorney Jill worked for.

Well, did you tell anybody?

No.

Matt Grayson, my golf partner.

Why'd you tell him?

Well, he referred Jill to me.

Of course, the way it's turned out,

I... I may never forgive him.

I understand you were a little late to the meeting.

Yeah, we got caught in traffic.

- "We"? - My son and I.

I picked him up from a Cub Scout meeting

about, uh, 6:30.

He was gonna wait in the car and do his homework.

You're not thinking, uh...?

Oh.

Not particularly.

We're done, Bob.

- Okay. - Uh...

uh, uh, is either one of these...

Chris Miller?

You know, Chris isn't in any of those pictures.

Well, that's peculiar.

You know, I never saw him so much as hold her hand.

Wasn't much of a love match.

Maybe that's why they were willing to give up the baby.

Well... keep it up, Bob.

- Oh, thanks... - Uh, no, thanks.

Okay.

You know, come to think of it, I never saw them touch.

There didn't seem to be any chemistry between them.

You know, if I didn't know better,

I'd say they'd never even slept together.

- Uh-huh. - Hmm.

Did-Did he seem surprised

when she changed her mind about giving up the baby?

I didn't think so.

Well, maybe they'd already discussed it,

and he knew what she was planning to do.

I don't know.

It was as if Jill's decision had nothing to do with him.

- Hmm. - Hmm.

Uh, hi. I'm looking for Chris Miller.

Hey, Chris. There's a cop here to see you.

Uh, I'm-I'm not a policeman; I'm Ben Matlock.

I'm Howard and Amy Boggs' lawyer.

- Come in. - Thanks.

Hmm.

Oh, you're a musician.

- When I get work. - Hmm.

Good.

I've been expecting you.

Yeah?

Why is that?

I was living at Jill's apartment.

I thought you'd be around asking questions.

Well, yeah.

Uh, did you... did you, uh...

did you find it strange, or were you surprised,

when Jill decided not to give up the baby?

No, I saw it coming.

How's that?

For the past couple of months,

the baby was all she talked about.

What it would look like, how it would feel to hold it.

I could see she was becoming very attached.

Uh-huh.

How about you? Were you... were you becoming...

attached to the baby?

I'm not the baby's father.

I lived with Jill, but that's all.

- You... you never, uh...? - No.

Jill was pregnant when I met her.

When was that?

About six months ago at a party.

She wasn't showing then.

I ran into her about three months later...

She was showing pretty good then.

I hadn't had many gigs and didn't have a place to stay.

She let me stay with her.

I guess she thought it would look better,

her being big and all.

I ran some errands for her and fixed things around her place.

I got out of the rain.

I guess I'm what you call a drifter.

Oh. Oh.

So, um, the meeting that the Boggses and their lawyer

were gonna have with Jill that night...

I wasn't there.

- Yeah. - Look, like I said,

I had nothing to do with it.

Drifter.

Yeah.

Jill took you in.

Uh, didn't you... care for her a little?

Yeah.

Whoever did this... I hope you get him.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mrs. McCardle, uh, Mrs. McCardle,

uh, I have to go to work.

Now, you know where everything is?

I do. But you're not going off without your breakfast, surely?

- Oh, I don't have time. - Oh, but you must make time.

Did your former housekeeper let you go off without breakfast?

- Well, I... - My mother, God rest her soul,

my mother used to say that you got to have something in you

in the morning to get the plumbing started.

Now, you come along... I'll make you some toast and coffee.

I couldn't help overhearing you on the telephone this morning

talking about adoption.

Uh, yes, I'm handling an adoption case.

Speaking of adoption, I've got to tell you this story.

Now, you will appreciate it, not just as a lawyer

but as a human being.

It happened to a couple that I knew

back home in Pennsylvania,

Burt and Ethel Steinkemp.

Darlin' people, darlin'.

They owned a dry-cleaning business,

and they wanted to have a child, but they couldn't.

They tried desperately to have a baby,

but it just didn't happen.

They... they hoped, they prayed, but it didn't happen.

They tried different doctors, but no one could help them.

Butter.

They were truly desperate.

They tried all the time.

E-Even at lunchtime,

they used to close up shop and go home.

Still nothing.

Coffee's done.

- Hmm. - Finally, they gave up

and decided to adopt.

They wanted a child real bad, so why not adopt one, they said.

So they applied for one, and they got it.

I take cream with mine.

- Oh. - And now, what do you think?

No sooner did they adopt a child

than, saints be praised, Ethel got pregnant!

That's right!

And she got pregnant a second and a third time.

And all of it because of an adopted child.

Oh. They renamed him Adam

because he was the start of it all.

Oh, that's a darlin' story.

Isn't it a darlin' story?

Oh, yes, it is.

I'm done.

Oh. All right.

But don't you ever go running out of this house

without my getting you some breakfast.

Oh, no, I won't.

Going in! See you Tuesday!

See you, Matt! Good ride!

- Mr. Grayson. - Hi.

Hi. I'm Michelle Thomas. I'm an attorney.

I'm representing the people

accused of murdering Jill Lambert.

Right. Some mess that turned out to be.

Yeah. Ugh.

Were you and Jill close?

Well, she was a friend of a friend.

But you put her in touch with Harry Neiman,

and he kept you informed about the adoption.

- That's right. - He says he told you

about the adoption falling apart

and the meeting that was set up to try and save it.

He called me, Ms. Thomas, to give me a very bad time

about sending him a flake.

But you knew about the meeting.

Now, wait a minute.

I was out and about the night Jill was killed.

Doing what?

Would you give me a break here?

Doing what?

Taking an aerobics class

at the Downtown Athletic Club, if you must know.

I do that three or four times a week.

Hi, darling.

This is Michelle Thomas.

She's representing the couple accused of killing Jill Lambert.

My wife, Barbara Dewitt-Grayson.

Ah.

- How do you do? - Hello.

We're meeting the Parkers for drinks in ten minutes, darling.

Right. I'll get changed and I'll meet you up there.

Nice talking to you, Ms. Thomas.

Good luck with the case.

Thank you.

Mm. Is all this stuff original?

Oh, yes.

Daggone! Hmm!

Now, so, uh, Jill worked for you?

Jill was our receptionist.

I knew her since she was 18.

Watched her grow up.

She was a very fine young lady.

Is that why you visited her in... in the hospital?

Oh, well, I'm...

I'm afraid there was a little bit of guilt involved, too.

Guilt?

Well, I was concerned about how it would look...

having an unwed mother receiving my clients, so I...

I asked Jill if she would take an early maternity leave.

That-That scene at the hospital, I... Yes.

So you-you heard 'em set up the meeting?

I heard them arrange it, yes.

Did you talk to Jill about it?

No.

I left with everybody else.

She didn't ask you for your advice or anything?

No.

Yes?

Mr. Franklin, Mr. Kerr is here.

Thank you.

I'm afraid my 2:30 has arrived.

I-I hope that I've been able to be of some help to you.

Oh, yes, yes.

Just-just... just out-out of curiosity,

if Jill had asked you to, you know, come to that meeting,

just for, you know, advice,

would you have been able to, uh, to, uh, make it

or were you, uh, busy?

I would have done anything to help Jill,

but she didn't ask.

And I was at a charity dinner...

The Autistic Children's Foundation.

- Oh, that's a good cause. - Yes.

Yes, a good cause.

Oh, well...

Well... Well, good-bye.

Yes.

If there's anything else, just call me.

Oh, I will.

Thank you.

Tonight, 7:00.

Hi. What can I get for you?

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Oh, Mr. Matlock, why didn't you call me?

I would have brought the paper to you.

Oh, no, that's okay.

Well, you oughtn't to go out in just your robe.

- I mean, what if I wasn't here? - Yeah.

The same thing could happen to you

that happened to a man I knew back home... Fred Trimble.

He was a darlin' man, darlin'.

Uh, Mrs. McCardle, Mrs...

Mrs. McCardle, I have my coffee, see?

And so you can just go about what you were doing.

This Fred Trimble went out one morning

to get the morning paper,

and discovered that he had locked himself out.

Oh, well, that happens.

Well, now, the windows were locked.

His neighbor wasn't at home.

So he decided to go to the corner filling station

to telephone the locksmith.

Just then, a patrol car was passing,

and they saw Fred in just his robe and slippers

and immediately felt that he was an escapee

from a mental institution.

Oh.

They pulled over.

- And... - Oh, M-M-M...

M-Mrs. McCardle, th-that won't happen.

See, i-if you're not... If you're not here,

I-I have a key hidden outside the house.

Oh, but that's really dangerous, because they'll find it.

It happened to a friend of mine... Eric Lane.

He thought he had found the perfect hiding place,

but they found it.

And one night he came home to an empty house.

Come in.

They even took the Bible that his mother gave him.

Oh...

Oh, now you have company, so I'll leave you.

- Uh-huh. - Oh, remind me

to-to tell you the rest of the story about Fred Trimble.

It's a darlin' story, darlin'.

New housekeeper.

Oh.

She likes to talk...

And talk and talk and talk.

So why are you keeping her?

'Cause she's a good housekeeper.

Oh.

And she's a darlin' person, darlin'.

Hey, Mr. Franklin, wait up.

Mr. Matlock, what can I do for you?

I want to show you something.

You go a long ways for a hamburger, don't you?

Make your point, Mr. Matlock.

I think you're the father of Jill Lambert's baby.

That's why you're paying off Chris Miller.

She must have told him about you.

Interesting motive, isn't it?

My God, man, are you suggesting that I murdered Jill Lambert

to prevent her from naming me the father of her child?

I'm saying you had reason.

Your biggest client is the Holy Archdiocese.

How would they feel if they knew

they were being represented by a married man

who'd fathered an illegitimate child?

Mr. Matlock, listen to me carefully.

I am a highly respected and accomplished attorney.

My reputation is impeccable.

And barring a blood test, to which I would never submit,

you have nothing to tie me to Jill Lambert,

except as a friendly employer.

And if you insist on bringing this nonsense into court,

I'd be delighted to sue you for an indecent amount of money.

Now would you excuse me?

I have an appointment with His Eminence.

You may call your first witness.

The prosecution calls Harvey Lang to the stand.

Mr. Lang, you are a housepainter, is that correct?

Yes, it is.

And on the day that Jill Lambert was murdered,

where were you working?

I was painting the hallway right outside her apartment.

Did you take a lunch or a dinner break that day?

No, I got there at noon.

Worked straight through till 7:30.

Mr. Lang, during the time

that you were working in that hallway,

did you see anyone enter or exit Jill Lambert's apartment?

Yes, I-I did.

Do you see that person or persons in this courtroom today?

Yes, right there. The-The defendants.

And did you see anyone else enter or exit

Jill Lambert's apartment while you were there?

No, nobody else.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Uh, Mr. Lang, uh...

how long have you been on your, uh,

uh, present job?

Three months.

And before that, how long were you on your previous job?

Maybe four months.

And the job before that?

About, uh, two months.

I can, uh, I can have Mike Foley, Dave Palmer

and Ritchie Morgan come up here and explain why they fired you,

or would you like to save us a lot of time

and explain it yourself?

They think maybe I have a drinking problem.

Hmm, hmm.

Uh, have you been, uh, drinking on this current job?

- No. - You're under oath.

Okay, so maybe I had a beer or two.

Where do you get this beer?

There's a market on the corner a couple blocks away.

How long you figure it takes you

to go to that market and back?

Back and forth, ten, 15 minutes tops.

So the evening of the murder, you made

one of your ten, 15-minute beer runs, didn't you?

If you say so.

No, sir, if you say so.

Okay, I was there.

Yeah.

You left the hallway, were gone for ten or 15 minutes.

And during that ten or 15 minutes,

anybody could have gone into Jill Lambert's apartment

before the Boggses got there, couldn't they?

Objection. Compound, argumentative,

calls for speculation.

Withdraw the question.

Mr. Lang, you couldn't tell the assistant D.A.

that you left that hallway and why,

because you were afraid you'd get fired, isn't that true?

Hmm?

No further questions.

Pending the outcome of the trial,

Corey's a ward of the state.

But a foster home?

What do you mean "pending the outcome of the trial"?

Well, if you're not convicted...

No, when you're not convicted... The baby's yours.

Well, all we always wanted was a child.

I mean, even this would be worth it if we could get her.

Did Jill ever say or do anything

to make you suspect she might change her mind?

Well, she was never really warm to either of us, but no.

Well...

I never thought she was the type that could give a child a home.

Well, her place was always a bit messy.

Well, half the stuff in it was stolen, honey.

Stolen?

Not half. There was some soap

and a shopping cart in the hall

and some towels, that sort of thing.

She stole soap?

Yes, um, I think it was from

that little French hotel downtown... the Chåteau de...

Chåteau de Fleurs?

Yes, I think that was it, mm-hmm.

Hmm.

- Bonsoir, madame. - Bonsoir.

I was wondering if you could help me.

Avec plaisir, madame. Certainement.

Do you, uh, do you know this woman?

Mais oui. Oui, je la connais.

She has been a guest here many times.

Though not for a little while.

Perhaps, uh, seven or eight months.

Would she come in with a man?

Always.

Is this him?

No. No, no.

He was younger.

Do you remember his name?

Monsieur Smith.

And he always paid cash.

Merci.

No, Mr. Grayson didn't attend his aerobics class that day.

How can you be so sure?

All the classes that day were canceled.

Air conditioning went out.

Are you sure it was that day?

Believe me, I remember the complaining.

You'd think I broke it myself.

Matt Grayson?

Do I know you?

No.

Now, what's this garbage you're spouting on the phone?

If it was garbage, you wouldn't be here.

Have a seat.

What do you want?

What would your wife think if she knew

you were the father of Jill Lambert's baby?

That's a lie.

Is it?

I think you and I know better.

And I think you're gonna come up with $20,000

to keep it quiet.

Look, boy, you're out of your league.

Okay.

I'll see you in the National Informer.

Wait.

I can't get that kind of money.

Yes, you can.

All right, all right, I'll get it.

Fine.

Smart move.

How do I know this'll be the end?

You don't.

6:00 tomorrow, Dave's burger stand on Peach Street.

You could get me killed doing this.

So which one of them do you think is the father?

Oh, I don't know.

John Franklin and Matt Grayson both think they are.

And they both have a lot to lose

if Chris starts making accusations in public.

Well, one of them must have been here that night.

Yeah.

Oh.

Brand-new baby blanket.

She didn't even have time to take the tags off.

Yeah.

Baby Corey's a girl, isn't she?

Yeah.

Well, now, Mr. Grayson...

What was your relationship with the deceased?

No relationship, really.

A friend introduced us at a party.

Miss Lambert was distressed and very open about the reason.

She said she was pregnant out of wedlock

and had decided it was best to give the baby up for adoption.

I referred her to an attorney friend

who specializes in adoption.

Harry Neiman.

- That's right. - And so, uh,

after that party, you never saw Jill Lambert again?

No.

Oh.

Uh, so, uh, um, uh...

what business are you in, Mr. Grayson?

I'm a real estate developer.

Real estate's in a kind of a slump right now, isn't it?

Well, that depends on the real estate.

Yeah. Well, of course.

See, you still need a lot of,

lot of money, a lot of cash up front.

Do you have-have partners?

Uh, not exactly.

Is that a yes or no?

My wife and I are partners.

Your Honor,

this is all very interesting but hardly relevant.

Uh, Your Honor,

if you'll bear with me, I'll show you

that this direction is much more than relevant.

Overruled.

Continue, Mr. Matlock, but get to the point.

Yes, sir.

Must be interesting having your wife as a partner.

Uh, is everything split 50-50 right down the middle?

Not exactly.

Oh, you mean it's-it's your business

and you take the larger share?

I don't take a larger share.

And it's my wife's company.

Uh-huh.

Your wife is Barbara Dewitt-Grayson, the heiress.

That's right.

Uh, at the time

Jill Lambert was, uh, murdered, you were taking

an aerobics class at the, uh, Downtown Athletic Club.

- Correct? - That's right.

- Yeah. - As I told your associate.

Yeah, but that-that wasn't quite true, was it?

Because, uh, that day, the air conditioning broke down

and they canceled all classes.

So you couldn't have been there that day, could you?

Maybe I got my days mixed up.

Yeah, maybe you did.

Maybe you did.

Uh, do you recognize this man?

Yeah... Do you...?

I don't know him, no.

If I told you that he is the desk clerk

at the Chåteau de Fleurs Hotel downtown,

would you recognize him then?

No.

Well, he's prepared to testify that you were

a frequent guest for a lengthy interval

at his hotel.

Only you used the name Smith.

Who was your companion during those stays?

It was Jill Lambert, wasn't it?

He's prepared to testify.

So were you having an affair with Jill Lambert?

Yes, I was.

Affairs outside of marriage can cause

a world of trouble inside the marriage, can't they?

My marriage to Barbara is solid,

if it's any of your business.

Oh, well... would it have, uh,

remained solid when the word came out that you were

the father of Jill Lambert's baby?

You don't know I was the father.

No, I don't.

But you had good reason to believe you were.

And when she changed her mind and decided to keep that baby,

what'd she ask you, for child support?

Doesn't mean I'd kill her.

It still made for a sticky situation, didn't it?

I mean, how would you explain that money away

to your heiress wife?

When-When Jill was prepared to do

the right thing for you and give up the baby,

you were happy.

But when she decided to keep it, you were in trouble.

No, I wasn't.

Didn't your friend Harry Neiman call you

and tell you about the meeting at her apartment

that evening at 7:00 with the Boggses?

- I suppose. - Yeah.

The only choice you had was to get to her apartment

before they did and try to convince her

to go ahead with the adoption.

So you went to her apartment.

By now, she really wanted to keep that baby.

She wouldn't listen to you.

You pled with her, she wouldn't listen.

You argued with her, she wouldn't listen.

You got angry. You-You pushed her

or you hit her, and she fell on the apron of that fireplace

and fractured her skull,

died just like that!

And you did the only thing any red-blooded coward could do;

you ran and left the Boggses to take the blame.

You're wrong!

I wasn't even there.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

Do you recognize this?

No, I don't!

I found this in Jill Lambert's apartment.

The name of the store is on the tag.

And their records show that this was bought

an hour before Jill Lambert was murdered.

You bought this blanket and took it to her

as a peace offering maybe, to show that you were sincere

and to convince her to go ahead with the adoption.

Correct?

No. Your Honor, this man's making all this up.

Almost done, Your Honor, almost done!

Proceed.

Everybody who knew about that meeting

was at the hospital but you.

Everybody at that hospital knew

that baby was a girl named Corey,

except you.

Only somebody who wasn't at that hospital

would think Corey was a boy's name

and buy a blue blanket.

You bought this blanket, and you murdered Jill Lambert.

That's a lie.

And here is the receipt for the blanket.

Purchased on your credit card.

Your Honor.

See there, Carl?

Reasonable doubt, ladies and gentlemen.

Can any of you say

beyond a reasonable doubt that my clients

murdered Jill Lambert?

I don't think so.

And when the Atlanta Police finish their investigation,

I think we'll find the person who killed Jill Lambert

is sitting right there.

I can't tell you how happy we are.

And how wonderful you've been, both of you.

Well, I'm so glad we could help.

I, uh, I told Ben I was gonna take us all out to lunch.

Where is he?

He's running an errand.

He said he has something to pick up.

We can... we can have her?

Right now?

Absolutely.

How can we ever thank you?

Well, why don't you just go ahead and take her?

She's a little wet.

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