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- Quiet, please. - A-mark.

Why don't we get him to smile...?

And... action.

The impact of the crash threw me to the floor of the bus.

No good. Cut, cut.

A-cam.

A-cam four.

Okay, here we go, and action.

The impact of the crash threw me to the floor of the bus.

- Cut, cut. - Line, line.

A-cam.

One, take four.

Get ready, single.

Action.

The impact of the crash threw me to the floor of the bus,

causing permanent and painful injuries

to my neck and my back.

I was unable to work and support my family.

All hope was gone...

until my wife suggested I talk to a lawyer,

so I did.

Now my future is bright...

thanks to this man here...

Eugene Dobbs.

Thank you, Clayton.

Friend, are you like Mr. Sadowski,

a victim of someone else's negligence?

Have you suffered bodily harm, anguish,

lost wages?

Are bill collectors banging at your door?

We at Wheeler & Dobbs know how you feel,

and we are ready to help you get what you deserve,

like the $2 million we got...

Damn it, Eugene, I told you we can't say "$2 million"!

Cut! Mr. Wheeler?

We only got him $200,000.

He was awarded $2 million, Nolan.

After the city appealed, he only got $200,000.

If you don't like the way I do the commercial, you do it.

I can't.

You know I can't.

Then butt out.

Okay, folks, uh, this will be a pickup.

Ready?

Roll 'em.

And... action.

We at Wheeler & Dobbs aren't just attorneys.

We're your friends.

In your time of need, we'll be there

and we won't let you down.

A-sticks.

Now, remember, this is a pretrial settlement conference.

It's not a hearing.

You just sit there and relax

while I answer the judge's questions.

In an hour, I'll be taking you to lunch.

So the judge is gonna decide

whether I'm gonna get all this money you're asking for?

I'll tell him your side of the story,

then the DeMont company lawyer will tell him

their side of the story.

Then the judge will decide how much money you'd get

if you went to trial,

and then DeMont's lawyer is going to rush over to me

and offer us a settlement.

Believe me, DeMont does not want to go to trial.

You mean, this whole thing could be over soon?

John, with any luck, by the end of the day,

you are going to be a millionaire several times over.

Aha, there you are.

Dr. McNeeley.

How you doing?

Well, I've, uh, just, uh, reexamined your latest X-rays,

and I'm sorry to say that in addition to everything else,

you've sustained a hairline fracture to your left clavicle.

Funny, collarbone's the only part of me that doesn't hurt.

You gonna be at the conference, too, Doc?

No, I can't, but, uh, I'll be here

if Eugene needs to confer with me.

Good luck.

Thanks a lot.

Well, well, well, Dr. McNeeley.

Still chasing ambulances with Eugene Dobbs?

Some things never change.

This way.

Uh, am I correct in assuming that the guardrail that gave way

and caused Mr. Kramer's fall was inspected

at the same time as the ride it surrounded?

Yes, sir, that is correct.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

That guardrail was supposed to be inspected,

but I have depositions from park employees

that say that it wasn't.

My client cannot be blamed

for the negligence of state officials.

Al DeMont spends thousands of dollars every year

advertising that his water park is safe,

and hardworking families with innocent children believe him.

And they spend millions at your park, don't they, Mr. DeMont?

Your Honor...

All right, that's enough, Mr. Dobbs.

Now, I see that your expert medical witness

is Dr. Eldon McNeeley.

Expert.

Dr. McNeeley is the distinguished holder

of the Fontmeyer Chair in Orthopedics

at Robertson Hospital.

Yes, yes, I know, and, uh, you, Miss Radovich,

intend to put Dr. James Liu on the stand.

Yes, sir, and his opinion of Mr. Kramer's injury

is radically different from that of Dr. McNeeley's.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Now, what's this about lost wages?

My client was a college football coach, Your Honor.

Like the great Vince Lombardi, he was an active, physical man.

Like Rockne, Parseghian, Lou Holtz, Eddie Robinson,

coaching was his life.

But now, due to constant pain and agony,

this shell of a man...

I get the idea, Mr. Dobbs, but since when does the coach

of a state junior college football team

earn $6 million?

That's potential, Your Honor.

At the time of my client's injury,

he was being pursued by five major universities.

He would have accepted one of them,

then gone with the pros and made millions.

You are lying.

Those schools were not pursuing him;

he was pursuing those schools.

Your Honor, his client initiated those job interviews

because he was afraid he was about

to be fired.

You can't prove that.

The hell, I can't.

Is this true, Mr. Dobbs?

Is what true?

That your client initiated those interviews and not vice versa?

Mr. Dobbs, answer me.

So Mr. Kramer made the first calls, but they returned them.

Mr. Dobbs, this is reprehensible.

Once more, you've misrepresented the facts.

I have no doubt that you were injured, Mr. Kramer,

but no matter what your attorney has led you to believe,

your settlement will be modest.

There'll be just enough money to cover your medical bills.

We're done here.

Good day.

That's why we call this judge "Tightwad Artie,"

but he is not a jury, thank the Lord above.

Juries listen with their hearts.

What's your offer?

Forget it, Dobbs.

Contrary to what you may think, juries are very smart,

and I want this one to see you in action.

Because when they hear

how you blow everything out of proportion

and they watch that trained seal of an MD out there

perform on the stand,

they are going to resent the hell out of you,

and your client will be very lucky

to walk away with half a cent.

See you in court, gentlemen.

John, wait.

John?

Come on.

John, don't worry.

Everything's going to be okay.

Okay?

I heard what the hell she said in there.

You put me through all this garbage for nothing.

What's going on?

John, she is wrong, believe me.

See you.

Shall we?

You know what I think?

You're a lying, thieving jerk.

You said my family'd be set for life.

And they will be, John.

Just calm down.

Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?

The settlement conference wasn't entirely successful,

and John is just a little upset, that's all.

It was in the bag. What went wrong?

It was the lost wages thing.

We went over that.

Didn't you say what I told you to say?

He lied to 'em, just like he lied to me.

John, I didn't lie to you.

You'll get your money.

This thing isn't over, not by a long shot.

My body is a wreck,

my career's ruined, and because you get greedy,

my family is gonna wind up with nothing.

John, look... we have a lot of options left.

You come to my office tonight and we'll talk.

Okay, 7:00?

John?

Nobody is going to wind up on welfare here,

I promise you.

Okay?

Okay.

- Damn it, Eugene. - Oh, shut up.

Why can't you just do what I tell you to?

- Oh, please. Will you stop? - No, no "please."

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Says here you had an argument

with Eugene Dobbs yesterday afternoon.

He made me think I'd make a fortune.

But I'll be lucky to cover my medical bills.

And the police found the murder weapon in your motel room.

I don't know how it got there.

Hmm.

The janitor at the office building said

that he saw a man fitting your description

going into Eugene Dobbs' office last night.

No, I didn't go to his office.

He called the motel and told me to meet him

at a sushi place on Peachtree, but he never showed.

I didn't kill him, Mr. Matlock.

I swear.

Well, I guess we know why he never showed.

Who else knew about this meeting?

Everybody who heard us arguing.

Uh, Nolan Wheeler, Dr. McNeeley, Al DeMont.

They were all listening.

Well, that's a start.

Is that cane, uh, temporary?

No.

This is as good as I'll ever get.

Hmm.

Well, I'll go bail you out.

How am I going to pay you?

Well... a pro bono case every now and then

is good for the spirit.

And besides, I can't let you go around

thinking all lawyers are...

are like the late, unlamented Eugene Dobbs.

Oh, Les, come on in.

Have some coffee.

There's an extra cup.

But don't be offended if I leave.

Oh. You in a rush?

Yeah, I'm involved in a case

dealing with an ambulance-chasing lawyer.

Boy, those guys are all over, aren't they?

Yeah.

I'm surprised there wasn't one around

the other day when I got sideswiped.

Yeah?

Any damage? You get hurt?

No, it's nothing.

Well, that's what these fellas do...

Make something out of nothing... Especially in a sideswipe case.

Why, some of them get their clients thousands of dollars.

They can?

Oh, yeah.

I heard of one case like yours.

This lawyer got his client a half million bucks.

A half a million?

Mm-hmm.

I wonder if maybe I shouldn't

have had my neck checked after it happened.

Does it hurt?

Uh, well, they say that sometimes

whiplash doesn't show up for a few days after.

That's why you have to report these accidents right away.

If-If you wait too long, you don't have a case.

Yeah.

Well, I'd better go, Ben.

Uh, but don't... don't you want your coffee?

Uh... uh... uh, no, Ben.

I'll-I'll-I'll... I'll see you later.

Ah, hi, Bob.

Mr. Dobbs did all right for himself, didn't he?

Yeah. Ever see any of his TV commercials?

Sold himself like corn flakes.

"Eugene Dobbs, your friend in need."

Yeah, I've seen them. I've seen them.

- Is that his office? - Yeah.

His widow's in there now picking up a few personal items.

I guess she's pretty upset.

You could say that.

Mm-hmm.

You clumsy moron!

- Sorry, ma'am. - Sorry?

You klutz!

This vase cost $2,000.

Uh, uh, Mrs. Dobbs?

Hi.

Uh, I'm Ben Matlock. I'm a lawyer.

Good. Sue the Police Department.

These bozos destroyed my property.

Oh. Mr. Dobbs made a lot of money, didn't he?

- You could say that. - Wheeler & Dobbs

were the hottest team in personal litigation.

Oh, they were.

But Eugene was the whole show, if you know what I mean.

Last week, he told me he was going to dump Nolan.

Oh, did-did-did... Did he say why?

He didn't have to.

With Eugene, everything was about money.

Oh, not that I have anything against money.

I can spend it with the best of them.

That's going to cost you, Einstein.

That is going to cost you.

Your Honor, due to-to the unforeseen

ter-termination of the par-participation

of co-counsel for the plaintiff, Ms. Elaine Davison,

we would ask the court to cons...

You want a continuance because Mr. Dobbs is dead, right?

That-That would be correct, Your Honor, yes.

Now, this courtroom, 9:00, Friday the 28th.

Uh, next time, just spit it out, Mr. Wheeler.

Next case.

Uh, Your Honor, in the matter of Lock versus Parson...

Mr. Wheeler?

Hello. My name is Michelle Thomas.

I work with Ben Matlock.

Could I ask you a few questions?

Sure, but outside.

Courtrooms make you nervous?

I break into a sweat

just driving past the courthouse.

There.

My heart finally stopped pounding.

What a handicap for a lawyer.

I'm a damn good one, too.

So long as you don't have to stand up and speak

in front of a bunch of strangers?

Um, let's walk.

So, that's why you teamed up with Eugene Dobbs.

He was your front.

He was a brilliant orator... A star.

He lived for the spotlight.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a brain in his head.

Oh?

I was Edgar Bergen; he was Charlie McCarthy.

I'd tell him what to say,

he'd say it in court, and juries would applaud.

Together, we were the perfect lawyer...

Brains and blarney.

Then why was he thinking about leaving the firm?

Uh, who told you that?

His wife.

Some wife.

More like a hood ornament.

Eugene got cocky.

Started thinking he didn't need me, after all.

Like I said, he was stupid.

His leaving would have ruined your business.

Well, his murder wasn't exactly a shot in the arm.

But at least with him dead, you get to collect

on that million-dollar insurance policy

you took out on each other, don't you?

Uh, I'm a suspect?

Well, you did know he'd be having a meeting

in his office that night with John Kramer.

So what? I was at home.

Alone?

Yes.

My stomach's killing me.

I'm due in court.

Where's my pills?

Look, I didn't kill him!

Hey, Nolan.

- Leave me alone. - Hey, Nolan.

- Nolan. - Just get away from me.

Hey, Nolan, I'll get away from you.

- Just give me five minutes. - I don't want to talk to you.

- I don't know you. - You don't want to...

- Look... - Just don't call me again.

I'm not going to call you again.

- I... - Leave me alone.

Look out below!

Hey, watch it! Come on.

Yeah, first time I ever went to a water park,

when it was time to leave, I threw a fit.

My father had to carry me out.

And now you own it.

I wouldn't mind owning something like this.

Yeah, nobody can carry me out.

- It's all mine. - Yeah.

Uh, I hear you've had quite a few personal injury cases

brought against you in the past couple years.

Oh, yeah. Anytime you have

this amount of people in a place like this,

you're bound to have some accidents.

That's why they invented insurance.

Yeah.

12, though... that's a lot.

A lot, and all brought by Eugene Dobbs.

Well, they were mostly nuisance cases.

Fight 'em?

Just cost me a lot of time and not much money.

- Yeah, I did fight 'em. - Yeah. Yeah.

Well, nuisance or not, I bet your insurance went up.

Didn't get any lower.

Is that why you filed that, uh,

harassment complaint, uh, against him

at the State Bar Association?

Well, I can see you're better

at doing your homework than I ever was.

Yes, I did file a complaint against him,

and he filed a counter-complaint against me.

And we both got smart and called a truce.

And we both agreed to back off

until the Kramer case was settled.

- We-We put it in writing. - Oh.

Well, that's, uh... that's Peter the Penguin.

- He's bucking for a raise. - Raise.

Listen, I got a meeting, so...

Uh, uh, one-one-one other thing.

Uh, the night Mr... Uh, Eugene... was killed,

uh, you-you happen to remember where you were?

Oh, yeah. I was in my office.

I was trying to catch up on all the work

that I didn't get to because of the settlement hearing.

Uh-huh.

And no, nobody saw me.

- Ah. - The park was closed.

Hey, that pass I gave you is good indefinitely,

so, uh, come back anytime.

Oh, well, thanks. I will.

Yeah.

I believe this is one of the best hot dogs

I've ever put in my mouth.

I thought you said to meet you at the white-water ride.

- I got hungry. - I figured.

I believe this is one of the best hot dogs

I've ever put in my mouth.

Are we gonna talk about hot dogs all afternoon?

Well, I'm not dead.

I think I know how Eugene Dobbs

gets so many personal injury cases from here.

How?

Well, I think somebody who works here for Al DeMont

also works for Eugene Dobbs.

Any idea who?

No.

But I saw a sign at the entrance.

Said, "Help wanted."

Have fun.

Hey, little girl.

What's your name?

Elizabeth.

Did you lose your mommy and daddy?

No.

Well, Les, what happened?

Was I right, or was I right?

That sideswiping I told you about?

I went to a doctor, and he took an X-ray of my neck.

Did he find anything?

No. Whiplash doesn't show up on an X-ray.

But he told me to wear this thing

to be on the safe side.

- Is there any pain? - Yeah.

And you know who's gonna feel the pain?

The guy that sideswiped me.

It's a good thing we exchanged license numbers.

Well, Les, if there's no pain, why go through with it?

Why?

Why?! What if I have to wear this thing the rest of my life?

Well, it... it doesn't look... too bad.

It kind of gives you a... an aristocratic look.

A-A-And think of the money you'll save on ties.

Very funny.

You could be the resident comedian

at the orthopedic hospital.

Well, Les, I'm just trying to say,

if the doctor didn't find anything,

and it doesn't hurt, why not forget it?

Because I want to teach this guy a lesson.

Sideswiping is a crime, and I'm gonna make him pay.

In fact, I'm on my way to look at some sports cars.

Uh, that's for after I get paid off.

You keep getting sideswiped, you can start a collection.

Oh, you're a scream.

A regular Bob Hopeless.

So, you were working in the hallway

outside the offices of Wheeler & Dobbs that night?

Yes, sir. I was vacuuming.

What did you see?

I saw that man right there

get out of the elevator and head towards their offices.

Let the record show

that the witness pointed to the defendant.

Do you recall what time it was?

About 7:00.

I vacuum the floors

every night between 6:30 and 7:00.

You're positive the man you saw was the defendant?

He was walking with a cane

and wearing a red Baxter Bulldogs cap.

I'm a Bulldogs fan myself.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Mr. Matlock?

Uh... Now, uh... let's see.

Uh, how far would you say you were

from the elevator when you saw this person?

About 30, 35 feet.

Uh-huh.

And when he was walking

to, uh, the offices of Wheeler & Dobbs,

was he walking towards you or away from you?

- Away from me. - Uh-huh.

Now, you were... you were... you were vacuuming the floors?

That's right.

With one of those big electric...

- Yeah. - Vacuum cleaners.

Does the noise drive you crazy?

- Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah.

So-So, uh...

So, when you saw this person come out of the elevator, you...

it wasn't because you heard the elevator doors open?

No. No, I-I saw him out of the corner of my eye.

Mm-hmm. After he stepped out of the elevator?

Yeah.

And after he turned his back to you

and headed to the law offices.

No. I-I saw his face.

What, for a second, two?

Long enough.

Besides the cap, what was he wearing?

- Well, I don't... I don't remember. - What color

- was his jacket? - I-I don't remember.

- What color was his cane? - I don't know.

'Cause you saw him only for a split second, right?

A-All I know is, I saw his face long enough

to be positive that that's him.

- Liar! - John!

- I didn't kill anyone. You couldn't -That's enough!

Have seen me because I wasn't there!

Mr. Matlock, restrain your client, or I'll have

the bailiff remove him.

Sit down, John!

Yes, but he's lying!

John, sit down!

That's enough!

You think somebody paid off the janitor?

No. He thinks he's telling the truth.

Human beings make lousy eyewitnesses.

Have you heard from Conrad?

Oh, no. Would you check and see if he's called?

- Sure. - I'm late.

Doctor's appointment.

Eldon McNeeley had a cancellation.

Ah! Oh... whoa!

Ah... Whoa!

Oh... ho!

Get out, man. You're going in.

- Into the water. - Hey, check it out, man.

Gonna go help her.

What are you doing?

Lemme give you a hand.

Oh, thank you.

All right.

There we go.

- You got it. - Oh, what a good boy.

Go sit back in the water.

There you go. There you go. There you go.

You jerk!

Oh.

Lady, are you okay?

Are you okay?

- Oh... - Oh, she's all right.

Smile. That's it. That's my boy.

Okay, here we go. Here we go.

Patrick, say thank you to Mr. Frog.

Well, thanks.

Code Red to Gate Five.

We're on our way.

Did you see her?

Yeah, she's actually stabilized,

and she's ready to move now.

And we did a search of the vicinity.

- Good. - Uh-huh.

Okay, now, we're gonna take you up now real slow.

You ready?

Okay, boys, let's go.

Nice and easy.

It's locked, and I'll see you over there.

Take it away.

All right, boys, we'll see you over there.

Take care of her, Joe.

Okay, everybody, the show's over.

Everybody, be safe.

Let's break it up.

You got to be careful.

Yeah, Nolan? Yeah.

Yeah, it's Nick Burnett.

Look, I got a live one for you.

Yeah, no. I know what you said, but this one's a lock.

Hey, yeah, fine.

What, I'm fired?

Well, it's your loss, Mr. Wheeler.

Weasel.

Nolan Wheeler, the attorney?

Yeah. What's it to you, Frog Breath?

So you're the inside man for Wheeler & Dobbs?

What are you gonna do, get me fired?

Not if you answer my questions.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the park will be closing in 30 minutes.

Please drive safely, and come back and see us real soon.

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Hey.

Yeah. What's up?

When I went through DeMont's office,

I found an itemized credit card bill from last month.

He lied about the evening of the murder.

He wasn't in his office. He was in that hotel.

If he had an alibi, why'd he lie?

Well, the desk clerk says

he's been coming here every week for two years.

With her.

You're good.

I know.

Excuse me?

Ah. Whew!

I'm glad I caught you two before you, uh, you know...

May I come in?

- Uh, Al. - Yeah, it's all right, honey.

Yeah? Okay.

Yeah, all right. Oh, boy.

Big. Mm.

So, how'd you find out?

Oh, how did Eugene Dobbs find out?

Who says Eugene knew?

Oh, come on.

You've been carrying on for two years.

He's been hauling you into court for two years.

It stands to reason.

But I was so careful, Mr. Matlock.

I never wanted to hurt Eugene.

You've been seeing Mr. DeMont here for more than two years.

Why didn't you just dump Mr. Dobbs and marry Mr. DeMont?

I would have, but...

well, Eugene was very dependent on me.

Out in the world, he was...

he was a powerful, almost ruthless man,

but with me, he was just an innocent little boy.

Oh.

Oh, I guess his money didn't have anything to do with it.

That's ridiculous.

Amanda is a sensitive woman.

Well, I can see that.

Didn't it ever occur to you

that your husband knew about your affair,

and that's why he was suing him every 20 minutes?

Not to mention if the police knew about your relationship,

it'd make a wonderful motive for murder.

Oh, Al.

Oh, we were both here that night, Mr. Matlock.

Deb, hi.

- And she can vouch for it. - Hi.

She's the hotel masseuse,

my weekly, uh, present to Amanda.

The poor thing was so overwrought

with the need to deceive her husband that, uh...

Well, massage is a great tension reliever.

She got a massage the night her husband died?

Yes. We both did.

Uh, excuse me?

Uh, do you keep a record of the massages you give?

Of course.

Did you give these two people massages

the night of the 2nd?

Yes, I did.

Two massages... 6:30 to 8:30, Mr. DeMont and guest.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Any more questions?

Dead end?

Not at all, Conrad.

Not at all.

You're not gonna believe this,

Mr. Matlock. I was at home

working out with weights when it hit me.

Your weights?

No. My alibi.

The night Eugene was murdered, I was on the phone

with my shrink, a full hour.

I'm not a calm person.

Ask him.

Don't you want to know his name?

No. I don't need him.

I am a calm person.

But he's proof I didn't murder Eugene.

Yeah, I know.

Then why'd you ask me to come down here?

I want to take another look around the office.

Could you pull the file on what he had going on, uh, Al DeMont?

Sure.

Oh.

Looks like he had just gotten a present.

From one of his clients.

I remember seeing it in his mailbox.

Maybe it was this fancy pen set.

Could be.

Hmm. Fountain pen.

I haven't used one of these in years.

I hear they're coming back.

Everything comes back.

I saved my Nehru jacket.

Huh.

Signature looks like something

off the Declaration of Independence.

Look at that. Gee!

Well...

Well, there's a waiver right on top.

"Eugene Dobbs agrees "to stop all lawsuits

against Albert DeMont."

Hmm.

Well, I'll be daggone.

I must be daggone.

Eugene Dobbs has brought suit

against you and your water park

12 times in the past two years.

Is that correct?

Yes, he had.

And how much money has your insurance company paid out,

approximately?

$3 million or so.

Phew! Boy, I...

I bet your premiums have gone sky-high.

Yes.

Any more suits, and you'd have been

in a lot of trouble, wouldn't you?

Which is why I filed a complaint against him, uh,

with the State Bar Association.

And he eventually agreed to drop all cases pending.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I-I know.

And we'll get into that in a minute.

Would you tell the court why he sued you so often?

Well, he liked collecting big contingency fees.

He was greedy.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Uh...

You've been having an affair with his wife

for the past two years, haven't you?

Objection. Relevancy.

Relevancy?! Come on!

Man has an affair with a man's wife,

that man... that husband's... Liable to get ticked off.

Mr. Matlock.

Well, Your Honor, it's obvious it's relevant.

May I continue?

One day, you're going to get in a lot of trouble.

Go ahead.

So?

Yes, it's true.

Mm-hmm. So, how-how many...

How many nights did you meet her a week?

Once.

Oh. Careful.

Mm-hmm.

What night did you meet her?

Wednesdays.

Why Wednesday?

That was the night Eugene played racquetball.

Uh-huh.

And were you with her the night he was murdered?

- Yes. - But that was a Tuesday.

Well, earlier in the day,

I'd heard Mr. Dobbs tell your client,

Mr. Kramer, to meet him in his office that night,

so I called Amanda.

Oh. So, you-you-you moved your rendezvous up one night?

Correct.

Hmm.

Did, uh... Did you both get massages?

Yes, we did.

Uh-huh.

So, let's see.

The masseuse was in the suite from 6:30...

to 8:30.

That right?

- That's correct. - Yeah.

Each massage takes an hour?

Yes.

Who went first?

- Amanda. - Amanda.

So while the masseuse was giving Amanda her massage,

you waited in-in the other room, and then vice versa.

- Is that right? - Correct.

You know what that means?

That means that while Amanda was getting her massage,

between 6:30 and 7:30,

you could have left the hotel,

driven to Mr. Dobbs' office, shot him,

driven back in plenty of time for your massage,

and no one would have been the wiser.

Isn't that right?

I did no such thing.

I'm afraid that's exactly what you did.

You set the whole thing up.

You called my client, left a message at his motel,

supposedly from Eugene Dobbs,

telling him to meet

at a sushi bar instead of his office.

- I did not. - And then

you selected a cane from the room

at your... at your park

where you keep your medical supplies,

and put on a-a Baxter University red Bulldog cap and jacket

so if anybody saw you,

they'd think you were John Kramer,

and knowing full well that the masseuse and Amanda

would give you any alibi you needed.

- Isn't that right? - Oh.

Come on, look, I signed an agreement

to end the lawsuits.

I had no reason to kill him.

None.

Your Honor, I-I object to this line of questioning.

Where's the proof?

Right here. Right here. Right here.

Right here.

I'd like to submit as Defense Exhibit "A,"

uh, this agreement

that, uh, the-the... the witness was just referring to

that was taken from Mr. Dobbs' office last night,

and this pen set,

which was also taken from his office last night,

as Defense Exhibit "B."

Go ahead?

Go ahead.

Now... this-this waiver,

in essence, is a... is a... an agreement in writing

that you and Mr. Dobbs agreed

to-to stop all lawsuits against each other,

and it was signed by you on the 14th of last month,

one week before he was killed.

That's what I've been telling you.

He didn't sign it. Why?

Well, he agreed to.

That's why I sent it to him.

Eugene Dobbs didn't sign it and never intended to.

You are wrong!

Dobbs and I had an agreement

to put an end to the bad blood between us.

Now, my lawyer drew up that form,

I signed it.

Then we sent it to him for his signature.

I agree that you wanted a truce.

I agree that your lawyer made up this waiver.

But you never signed it before it was mailed.

Now, here's what I'd like you to do.

I'd like you to write your name

on this blank piece of paper,

just like you did on this waiver,

first with this ballpoint pen.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Okay. Now,

with this fountain pen that I bought in the drugstore.

Okay.

Okay. Fine.

Now... Now with the pen the police took

from Mr. Dobbs' office.

Go ahead.

Mm-hmm.

Oh... what a difference a pen makes.

You see...

the ballpoint leaves a little, thin line.

See there?

And the fountain pen leaves a kind of a thick, wide mark.

But the pen the police took from Mr. Dobbs' office...

Look at that. Phew!

Looks almost like an artist drew your signature.

That's because it has such a... a good tip,

almost like those that the calligraphers use.

It's real distinctive-looking.

It's so distinctive

that it wouldn't take an expert

to recognize that that pen

is what you signed that waiver with.

And what's more,

Mr. Dobbs' partner, Mr. Wheeler, and his secretary

are ready to testify that he received this pen

as a gift that day, just hours before he was murdered.

You knew in your heart

that he would never sign this waiver,

so you killed him... to stop the lawsuits

and to get on with your life with his wife.

You saw this unsigned waiver

on his desk after you shot him, didn't you?

So you signed it, dated it, filed it,

knowing the police would find it

and think you had no reason to kill him.

Then you planted the gun in John Kramer's room,

knowing the police would find it

and think he had done it.

What you didn't know was,

the only two people who had access to this pen

that you signed the waiver with

was Mr. Dobbs

and the person who killed him.

That's all. Thank you, Your Honor.

Hey, Les? Les...

Hey, Les, come... Come on in.

Come on. What...

Where you... Where you... Where you going?

Where you... Where you been? I haven't seen you.

I was going for a walk.

Any other questions?

Well, are-are... are you... are you all right?

I see you're not wearing the neck brace.

What happened with that case?

Nothing! Nothing happened!

You didn't collect anything? I mean, I thought...

Well, you thought wrong!

I didn't collect. He collected.

The guy who sideswiped you?

That's right.

He claimed I pulled into traffic without signaling.

Huh? How do you like that for justice

in this land of the free?

Well, now, Les, uh...

The guy who did the sideswiping gets the payoff,

and the guy who gets sideswiped gets it in the rear.

Well, now...

Little guy hasn't got a chance, so he shouldn't even try.

You can't fight City Hall,

not if you're a little guy, because you can't win.

The cards are stacked against you,

and you are dead in the water.

You're a loser, because you're a little guy.

You might as well quit.

You can't win.

Step on the little guy!

That's the name of the game.

Beat up on the little guy!

Even when you're right, you're wrong!

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