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Okay, ladies and gentlemen,

all around us are the soundstages

where your favorite movie and television shows are created.

And right up ahead there on Stage 15,

Catherine Welden is currently filming.

Here, Catherine, let me.

Come on.

Ron, you know me.

It's always better if I do it myself.

How's that boy of yours, huh?

Getting bigger?

Oh, yeah, just started high school.

That's great.

As sweet as ever, Catherine.

How did you get onto the lot and into my dressing room?

No "Hi, Peter, you look great, I missed you"?

I'm about five minutes away from shooting a commercial, Peter.

For Catherine Welden Cosmetics?

What do you want?

I saw your fourth-quarter sales in the Journal... $12 million.

I'm... I'm thrilled for you, Katie.

Ron, would you tell them I'll just be a minute?

Of course.

Thank you.

- Excuse me. - Sure.

All right, why are you here?

I knew you'd want to see me.

I mean, after all, we were partners.

Is that what you're calling it these days?

Of course.

We were living together when we both came up with the idea

of creating a cosmetic line in your name.

You had nothing to do with that.

I think your memory's a little vague.

You weren't exactly sober in those days.

So?

Are you threatening me?

Catherine... your secret is safe with me.

I'd never want anyone to know

that you're a woman who drank herself out of a movie career,

disappeared from sight, and then emerged sober

and beautiful with a successful cosmetic line.

If you think you're getting a penny from me...

I want half.

For what?

Get out.

Oh, my, my, my.

Trust me, Katie, you don't want me to take you to court.

Katie, I've got great...

Peter.

Hi, Jackie.

How nice... your little sister's still around

to pick up after you.

Get out of here!

Think it over, Katie.

I'll be in touch.

What's he doing here?

Ben?

Ben?

Hi.

Thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars

I'm gonna owe the government this year,

just thousands and thousands and thousands.

Why don't you let your accountant sort that out?

These new tax laws, you can't hardly write off anything...

I mean anything.

Why aren't you worried?

I'm in a slightly lower tax bracket.

You'd think I could deduct something.

All I do is work.

Is this your way of telling me

you're not coming to Los Angeles?

You going to Los Angeles?

Ben, I told you I was going.

Oh.

Aren't you coming?

Oh, just thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars.

I wouldn't be any fun.

Oh, my friend Jackie is dying to meet you.

Remember, I told you her sister is Catherine Welden?

Oh, I know.

I bet I've seen The River Runs Deep six times.

Well?

I'm a huge Catherine Welden fan.

Well?

Oh, I just can't.

It's just thousands and thousands

and thousands and thousands of dollars.

- It's just... - Okay, when I see her,

I'm gonna tell her you're a huge fan.

Wait a minute.

Yeah, this dinner for two

at Renoir's... isn't that wh... isn't that

where I took you after the Morgan trial?

You can't deduct that.

Why not?

You took me there for my birthday,

and we didn't talk business.

Well, I was thinking about it.

While you were holding my hand?

Well, they don't have to know that.

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Truce?

How nice.

Katie, I'm delighted.

Come in.

Looks familiar.

It is familiar.

Peter, please.

Drink?

I came over to...

After what happened today... I was abrupt.

I apologize.

It's my fault; I should have called.

I haven't forgotten how close we once were,

so if you need money, I would be more than happy

to help you.

How generous of you, huh?

You can't expect more, Peter.

You want to know what I expect?

I expect $4 million.

Or what, you'll sue?

You had nothing to do with my company.

I'll walk into court

with pictures that will make the front page

of the National Informer.

Remember how you looked when we were living together?

Drop dead!

Not exactly the youthful, glamorous image

your public has in mind

when they buy Catherine Welden Cosmetics

expecting to look exactly like you.

Good-bye, image.

Good-bye, profits.

Thank you.

Jackie!

Oh, you are positively skinny.

Oh, you don't look a day older.

You liar.

- Oh! - Come on in.

Oh, are you okay?

Remember how embarrassed you were?

Yes.

Oh...

Tell me about Ben.

Is he cute?

Very cute.

Does he lavish you with expensive gifts?

He's very cute.

Oh, he's a big fan of your sister's.

Who isn't?

So, what about you?

What lucky guy is sweeping you off your feet?

Well, my last date was, uh, let me see...

about seven months ago, this Saturday.

I think this is what they call a "slump."

Oh, no!

Well, you need some fun.

Let's spend tomorrow together.

Ooh, I'd love that.

Oh... but first,

I have to listen to a new ad agency pitch

and then interview someone for a job.

Oh, you're just so corporate.

I know.

Isn't it great?

$12 million in national sales.

Some might say a staggering figure

for a company only two years young.

- The way it sounds. - True.

I believe, however, that you have just touched the surface.

Good.

- This sounds even better. - I submit to you

that this company does not sell cosmetics.

No, it sells your image, Ms. Welden.

Hmm.

And that's what we propose to do with our campaign.

We are going to make

your products as sexy as the woman herself.

- I like that talk. - I'll vouch for that.

Don't run to the bank just yet.

What the hell are you doing here?

Edgar, your divorce is working out so much

- better than your marriage. - Someone call security, now!

- Calm down. Calm down. - Get him out of here!

I'm just making a quick delivery.

I'm legally entitled to 30% of Catherine Welden Cosmetics.

What?!

If I don't have $4 million by tomorrow,

I'm suing this company,

and this will be Exhibit "A."

- You snake. - What are you talking about?

Be interesting to see what would happen

to Catherine's image and your investment

if I dragged these pictures into court.

Oh, my God.

Never saw your ex-wife

like that before, did you, Edgar?

Edgar, please!

It was a long time ago.

Katie, all those fans who idolize you... how do you

think they'd feel

seeing you drunk and rolling around in bed with me?

Think about it.

Peter! Your door's open!

Peter, you left your door op...

Oh, Julie! The police think she killed Peter.

And our attorney's out of town.

Would you act as counsel for Katie

while the police question her?

Please?

- Of course. - Oh, thank you.

So you recognize this makeup bag, Miss Welden,

or any of its contents?

Yes.

So, it is your bag then, ma'am?

- Yes, but I... - Detective Stoner,

this makeup kit is hardly sufficient grounds

for an indictment, no matter whom it belongs to.

Mr. Bates was in the process of filing

a multimillion-dollar lawsuit against your client.

And there was an eyewitness.

What?

That's impossible.

A neighbor of the victim's saw your car

leaving the murder scene at exactly 6:30 p.m.

- I wasn't anywhere... - May, may I

speak to Miss Welden for a moment alone, please?

Be my guest.

My God... What's happening to me?

You're going to be all right, Catherine.

We'll straighten this out.

I left that makeup kit at Peter's last night.

Julie, I didn't kill him.

I wasn't there tonight.

Obviously, the neighbor was mistaken,

but I'm afraid that's enough to file murder charges.

Julie... What do I do?

- Will you represent me? - I'm...

a prosecuting attorney, Catherine.

You need a defense lawyer.

Well, then get me the best.

And I mean the very best.

H-Hello?

Oh, no, I woke you.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah, I was just... - Sleeping?

I know. I'm sorry.

How are the taxes going?

Oh, just thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars.

I, um, I saw Catherine Welden.

What?

I saw Catherine Welden.

Oh, good. Did you tell her I'm a big fan?

Yes, I did, and she wants to fly you out here to meet her.

She wants to pay my airplane fare to Los Angeles?

Yes, she's very anxious to talk with you,

and I'd love to see you, too.

Maybe I will. I'd get to meet her and see you...

Maybe I can do a little business.

Make it a business trip.

You know, deductible?

I think I can arrange that.

What did your sister see in this jerk?

Oh, what can I tell you, Ben?

Peter was a good-looking hustler.

He took advantage

of Catherine at a very low point in her life.

She had gained a lot of weight. She was drinking heavily.

Y-You wouldn't have even recognized her.

Her career seemed to be over.

Hmm.

Uh, why were these pictures he took of her so important?

Ben, Catherine became

a star playing the loyal wife... The good, beautiful woman.

That's her image.

These pictures are so awful.

Well, they could destroy her and our company.

Well...

who else was at this meeting when, uh,

when this Peter came in?

Well, aside from Katie and me,

there was her personal manager, Gil Altman,

and also Edgar.

Catherine's ex-husband.

Well, what was her ex-husband doing there?

Well, Edgar and Katie have remained very good friends.

Edgar's a brilliant businessman,

and he's the company's financial advisor.

Oh, pretty soon, I'd better go meet my new client.

Ben, I can't thank you enough for coming out here so fast.

Now, I know why Julie's been bragging about you.

Yeah.

So, you were bragging on me?

I told her you were cute.

So, what do you think?

I think I'm okay.

I'm talking about the case.

Oh.

Well, if I were Catherine Welden's manager,

and my income were tied to her company,

those pictures would make me very nervous.

I'll go talk to Mr. Altman.

- I'll fly Conrad out. - Why?

You know I'm going to want to stay close to this.

- Oh, I... - Jackie and I are like sisters.

Well, okay, but promise me you'll be careful.

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Mr. Matlock!

Ms. Welden.

Uh, I didn't know you were in your, uh, uh... swimming.

I-I can, uh... I can come back.

First of all, my friends call me Katie.

- Oh. - And secondly, I swim laps twice a day,

so you're gonna have to get used to meeting by the pool.

Oh, I, I could get used to that.

Something wrong?

You have a birthmark.

I've never noticed that in any of your movies.

Makeup.

Oh!

Would you like some iced tea?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. Ooh...

- So... - Well... Shall we get started?

Yeah. Yeah, this, uh, um...

Uh, th-this, uh, Peter Bates, how did you meet him?

My sister introduced us, um, at a Lakers game.

She had season tickets.

His seats were right behind hers.

I've seen pictures of him.

He was a nice-looking fellow.

He was a hustler looking for a meal ticket.

Until I got sober, I didn't see him for what he was.

Well, you, you quit drinking.

That's, that's the main...

main thing. Oh, yeah.

Did he help you, uh, create your cosmetics?

Absolutely not.

Uh, why, why did you go visit him the night before the murder?

I thought if I offered him some money, he might go away.

Yeah.

Th-That's when you left your makeup kit?

Now, I know the police have a witness

who says she saw my car the night of the murder.

What I don't know is whether she's lying or just mistaken.

Yeah, yeah.

- Now, Ben. - Uh-huh?

May I call you Ben?

Why, yes.

Ben, uh, you know how much I appreciate you

coming out here to defend me.

Oh, I, I wouldn't miss this.

Would you mind?

I'd like to... see every document

and hear about every phone call that pertains to this case.

Would that be all right?

Why, yes, that would be all right.

That would be fine. You'd be involved.

Of course, I don't want to be a pest.

Oh, you couldn't be a pest.

I mean, a mosquito's a pest, and you're not a mosquito.

Hmm. You have nice hair.

Oh, well... You have nice hair, too.

I'll, I'll, uh...

Bye, Ben.

Let me know if there's anything I can do to help.

Okay.

Aren't you going to start the car?

Oh!

Thank you.

Ms. March, please come in.

Hello, Mr. Altman.

I really appreciate your seeing me on such short notice.

Not at all. I just want to help Katie.

Please, sit down.

My goodness... you certainly know a lot of celebrities.

Well, I've been in the biz for 20 years.

And, uh, I understand that right now

Catherine is your only client.

Well, Katie's career is, uh, certainly a handful.

Aren't those the, um,

photographs of Catherine that, uh, Peter gave you?

Yes, they are.

I saw them.

Catherine Welden.

Every man's dream.

Shocked the hell out of me.

Well, no one else is going to see these.

I hope not.

If those photographs were made public,

it would ruin both of you.

- Both of us? - Oh, yes.

Catherine's image is what gets her acting roles

and sells her makeup and pays your mortgage...

You know, Ms. March,

people think agents and managers in this town are bad.

But, uh, not that bad.

Now, don't you think it would have been stupid of me

to kill Peter and frame my client?

I mean, isn't that kind of like, uh, shooting myself in the foot?

I don't think Catherine was framed.

Who are these people?

The couples I had at my house for a barbecue

the night Peter was killed.

Just in case you want to verify my whereabouts.

That looks delicious.

- Well, it is. - Yeah?

Well, I've got to tell you, I have never heard a wife

speak so highly of her ex-husband, ever.

Well, I adore Katie, too.

And I've got to hand it to you,

most men wouldn't look after their wives' business affairs,

uh, after the divorce.

Well... our, uh, our marriage is over,

but our friendship isn't.

Besides, I own a piece of the company.

- Uh... - May I bring you something?

Yes, some soup... anything.

I bet you hated it when, uh,

Catherine left with that, uh, Peter Bates.

Broke my heart to see her with that creep.

How long did she live with him?

What... year, year and a half.

Didn't you try to stop her?

Well... she wouldn't listen.

See, her career was in trouble. She'd, uh...

Well, she started drinking.

And he made her feel young.

See, beautiful women, like Catherine...

they know that beauty won't last, and it terrifies them.

In a way, that... that face is her curse.

I know a lot of women who'd like to be cursed like that.

Oh... thank you.

I bet you could have cheerfully wrung his neck

when he walked in there with those pictures of Catherine.

You're all right, Mr. Matlock, you know that?

- You know what I mean. - Yeah.

What is that you're having?

- Steak and mushrooms. - Hmm.

You want a bite?

Um, well...

Mmm...

You'd like to know where I was that night, wouldn't you?

I wouldn't mind.

Well, I was in there, losing my shirt...

playing bridge, all night long.

Hmm...

Oh...

Mmm... mmm.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

What is it?

Well... I found a letter over at Peter Bates' house.

What kind of a letter?

A love letter.

Poor Catherine...

What Peter put her through.

It wasn't from her. It was from Jackie.

Jackie... Flemming wrote a love letter to Peter?

She was the one who introduced Catherine to him.

Jackie Flemming was in love with Peter,

and she never told me?!

Oh, don't do that.

Jackie... didn't kill Peter.

You can't be sure.

Yes, I am.

She didn't.

Well, I'm going to have to talk with her, anyway.

No, uh, I'll talk to her.

She... she tells me everything.

Except about Peter.

No doubt about it, Ben is adorable.

Ah, it must be his white hair.

So distinguished.

And he's so real.

Most L.A. lawyers are so plastic.

You've got to get him to move to L.A.

He'll make a fortune. Then you'll get married

and you and I can see each other every day...

Why didn't you tell me about your relationship with Peter?

Ben found a letter you wrote to Peter three years ago.

You were in love with him, Jackie.

I, uh... I never lied to you, Julie.

You know that Peter had season basketball tickets

in the row behind mine.

Catherine mentioned that to Ben.

And we struck up an acquaintance

and then a friendship...

And then we began dating.

Was he interested in you?

Only as a friend.

We never even kissed.

Then why did you write that letter?

Because as good as I am in business,

that's how bad I am about men.

A man pays a little attention to me

and I fall head over heels in two minutes.

Does Catherine know you dated Peter?

- No! - Oh, Jackie, why...

why didn't you just tell her that you had feelings for him?

Because he didn't share them.

That romance happened so fast.

Ten days after I introduced them,

Peter moved in with Catherine.

And she was crazy about him.

And so were you?

Oh, yeah.

I just couldn't tell her.

Not even after she left Peter?

I didn't want her to know how messed-up I had gotten

over a guy who turned out to be a bum.

You want to know the worst part?

Now that I think about it,

I'm convinced that Peter struck up a friendship with me

so he could meet Katie.

Jackie, do you know how this could look

to people who don't know you?

Julie, do you know where I was that night?

In my office, in a meeting.

That's the truth.

You must believe me.

Ben, thanks for coming over so fast.

Oh, yeah.

Come over here.

I want to show you something I found

- in this police report. - Okay.

I found something. I don't know whether it means anything.

What?

Boy, you, you're really hands-on on this, aren't you?

Well, Ben, when I left Peter,

it came down to me making a choice.

I could be one of those actresses you read about

that wallow in self-pity when their career slows down, or...

I could take responsibility for my life.

You're a fighter.

Oh, yeah.

So, what'd you find?

Right here... the makeup kit I left at Peter's...

- The police list six items. - Yeah?

Well, a concealer's missing.

There should be seven items in this kit.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Well, why would someone steal your makeup?

Ms. March. Hi.

Hi, Faith.

I'm sorry. Miss Flemming isn't in.

Actually, I wanted to talk to you.

Sure, what about?

Well, you know that I'm helping Mr. Matlock

investigate Peter Bates' murder.

Oh. I didn't really know him.

I know that.

But on the night he was killed,

Miss Flemming interviewed a man named...

Ken Evans.

Did Mr. Evans kill...?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I just need to know where everybody was.

Now, the meeting was at 6:00?

Well, it was supposed to be at 6:00.

It wasn't?

Well, Mr. Evans called and said he had car trouble,

and Miss Flemming asked me to go pick him up.

How long were you gone?

Almost an hour.

Detective Stoner...

did you find any evidence of Catherine Welden's presence

at Peter Bates' house on the night of the murder?

Yes, sir, I did.

I'd like to show you People's Exhibit 27...

This makeup kit...

And ask if you can identify it.

This has my mark.

I found this makeup kit in Mr. Bates' living room.

Did you discover who owns it?

Yes, sir, we did.

See, that kit looks exactly like

every other makeup kit sold throughout the city

by the Catherine Welden Cosmetic Company.

- Uh-huh? - But there's one difference.

The regular kits that are sold at retail

have plastic tops that are painted gold.

This kit has solid gold tops.

There was only one specifically made that way.

And who was this made for?

Catherine Welden.

She's the only one that has a makeup kit with solid gold tops.

Thank you.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Your witness, Mr. Matlock.

Thank you.

Uh, Detective Stoner...

uh... there's no real way

of telling when this makeup kit was left

at, uh, Mr. Bates's house, is there?

No, not really.

It could have been left there a month ago

or a week ago

or the night before Mr. Bates was murdered.

Couldn't it?

Yes.

And my client

told you that she left this makeup kit

at Mr. Bates's house the night before the murder.

She had brought Mr. Bates a gift, a kind of peace offering.

- Right? - Yeah.

She said something about a crystal elephant.

Which makes no sense, since no such elephant was found

on the premises.

Your Honor, would you instruct the witness

to just answer my questions without editorializing?

Detective Stoner, you've appeared in my courtroom before.

You know better than that.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

Ask for a recess.

What?

Ask for a recess.

Why?

Just trust me.

- Please. - Mr. Matlock?

Uh... right there, Your Honor.

Mr. Matlock?

Um... Uh, Your Honor?

Uh, defense would like to re... request a recess

until tomorrow morning.

In the middle of counsel's cross-examination?

May I ask why?

Uh, yes, sir.

Your Honor, I-I ate

one of those fat California hot dogs

with some real strong onions on it,

and they're kind of coming back on me.

Maybe you noticed?

This, uh, court is adjourned till 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Why did I do that?

Because I asked you to.

That's so sweet of you.

Are you going to tell me why you asked me to do that?

I can't tell you right now.

I'll tell you later.

But meet me at your hotel at 6:00.

Promise.

I really don't want to have this conversation with you.

Well, then, why are we here?

Even now, you won't admit it, will you?

What?

You were at Peter's on the night of the murder.

The crystal elephant, Jackie...

The one that Catherine gave Peter,

the one the police couldn't find...

It's in your den.

You lied. You lied to me. You lied to Ben.

You lied to your sister.

You can't believe I killed him.

What's going on?

Well, I went to Peter's house to offer him $100,000

for those pictures of Catherine.

Since-Since all he wanted was money,

I thought he'd grab it.

And he would have.

But he was dead when I got there.

You must believe me!

When I saw him, I panicked and I ran!

What about the elephant?

Well, it was there sitting in a box

with a note from Catherine.

I-I took it so-so I could protect her.

Why didn't you tell Catherine you were there?

Because I don't know whether she killed Peter or not.

I'm sorry I'm late.

The freeway is a parking lot.

Will you tell me what's going on?

It was Jackie who was at Peter Bates' house

on the night of the murder, not Catherine.

How do you know?

Jackie...

Jackie took the crystal elephant.

She took it home with her, but she didn't kill Peter.

Was she driving Catherine's car?

Yes. Jackie had loaned her car to her secretary.

Catherine's car just happened to be there,

so Jackie borrowed it.

She wanted to go to Peter's to offer him money

for the pictures,

but when she got there, he was already dead.

Julie, I know that Jackie's a friend of yours...

I know, but I believe her.

I've known her for such a long time,

I would know if she were lying.

And she's telling the truth.

Well, if that's so, then it must be Gil Altman.

I'm gonna double-check his alibi.

I would. What I don't get is if Gil Altman killed Peter Bates,

why'd he steal Catherine's makeup?

You know a lot of good-lookin' women.

Ah, yes, I do.

What, did you come here to talk about celebrities?

No, no, I came to talk about the, uh,

the night of the murder.

Oh, I-I thought we already discussed that.

Well, uh, you gave a barbecue that night.

- Mm-hmm, yeah. - I talked to

your guests, and they said they had a wonderful time,

but that you left your own party for over an hour.

That's what this is all about.

I ran out of propane gas for the barbecue,

and I had to have my tank refilled.

Oh... You remember where you took your tank to be filled?

Sure, I'll... I'll write it down for you.

Okay.

It should be right here.

Uh, are those the pictures of Catherine that Peter Bates took?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, they are.

Uh... let me see.

Ah, there it is.

On the night Peter Bates was killed,

you had some friends over, uh, for a barbecue.

- That right? - Yes.

But somewhere around 6:00,

you left your house for around an hour.

As I told you earlier,

I ran out of propane gas for my barbecue,

- and I went out to have the tank refilled. - That's right.

This is the receipt from Phil's Truck Rental.

Now, you have a standard, uh, ten-pound tank?

Yes, I do.

Well, look here, when they filled it,

they could only get in two pounds.

You had eight pounds of propane in that tank

when you came in there.

That's enough to cook hamburgers

for this whole courtroom, maybe more.

Maybe the tank wasn't hooked up right.

I-I wasn't getting anything.

Oh, it was hooked up right.

You just needed an excuse

to leave your house, go to Peter Bates's house,

kill him, and come back without arousing suspicion.

What, are you crazy?!

You know I'm not crazy.

Now, besides that nearly full propane tank,

this is People's Exhibit 27:

Catherine Welden's makeup kit.

It was found at the scene of the crime

the night of the murder.

As you can see, it has six items in it.

Yeah, that's, that's very interesting.

Catherine tells me the kit that she left at Peter Bates' house

the night before the murder had seven items in it.

Catherine should know.

- She created the kit. - Yeah.

Where's the seventh item, the concealer?

I don't know.

Your guess is as good as mine.

You know what a concealer is?

Yes, it's used for...

It's used to cover something.

To conceal a blemish, a mark, a black eye.

I'm sure all killers hope for a quick kill,

i-immediate death.

But I'm also sure that sometimes the gun

or the poker or the knife

misses that crucial spot just an instant,

giving the victim time to strike out!

Maybe that's what happened to you when you stabbed

Peter Bates... he lived just long enough to strike out!

And the result was a black eye.

And you couldn't go home to your friends with a black eye.

"Where'd you get it?" they'd say.

And there it was, right in front of you in the living room...

Her concealer.

With that, you could go home with no questions asked.

Objection: speculation.

Sustained.

That's what happened, isn't it?

- Mr. Matlock? - I went

from my house to Phil's Truck Rentals

and back to my house.

You know, I didn't know much about makeup

till I got involved in this case.

Did you know that a lot of people are allergic

to certain makeups?

No. I...

Uh, would you tell me, Mr. Altman,

who Dr. Seymour Weinstock is?

He's... he's... he's my, uh, dermatologist.

When'd you see him last? Remember?

I... no, I... I don't remember.

You saw him two days after Peter Bates was killed.

Do you know why you saw him?

Uh, oh, yeah, there... I do remember why.

I-I had a rash...

A rash or an allergic reaction to something?

- A rash. - A rash.

So you put more makeup on this "rash."

Probably a different kind, because no one noticed it,

not even your wife.

Objection! Your Honor, Mr. Matlock

is engaging in rampant speculation

and then offering up hearsay

to support his unfounded allegations.

Sustained.

I never went to Peter Bates's house.

You know Julie March?

Yes, of course I do.

You remember, she came by your office

a couple days after Peter Bates was killed?

- Yes, I remember the visit. - You remember

while you were talking with her,

you tore up those awful photos of Catherine,

those pictures that Peter was gonna use to blackmail her with.

Of course I tore them up.

My job is to protect Ms. Welden.

Yeah. You know, the other day...

I found this set of pictures at your house.

I'll just show them to you.

See?

Where'd you get 'em?

From Peter Bates, I suppose.

But he only made up four sets of these pictures.

He gave one to Jackie Flemming, one to Edgar Welden.

He kept one, gave you one that you tore up.

So I ask you again, where'd you get these?

Maybe you found 'em at Peter Bates's house

after you killed him.

But you couldn't leave 'em there.

What if somebody saw 'em?

Couldn't have that.

Catherine Welden paid you a lot of money to protect her.

And so that's what you did, you took them.

- Object! - For what it's worth,

I don't think you framed Catherine on purpose.

But when she was arrested, you didn't come forward!

And money's one thing, and murder charge is

- something else entirely! - Object!

Your Honor, objection! Speculation!

Sustained.

Speculation?

Let me say this...

I'm sure you'll have to admit, sir...

and you...

and you...

that his leaving his house for an hour, maybe more...

that nearly full tank of propane...

the missing concealer, the rash, more makeup,

the set of pictures

that only Peter Bates should have had...

casts more than a shadow of doubt that my client

could have in any way committed this murder.

I wish you all good caution in your decision.

We find the defendant,

Catherine Welden, not guilty.

Fellas, now come on. Give us a break.

All the pictures you want downstairs, all right?

Come on. Knock it off.

Julie, I can't thank you enough.

I decided to tell Catherine everything.

Good. Make a clean slate of it.

I will.

Ben's offered to take us all out for dinner.

- Oh, great. - Great! Where?

Well, it's your town, you name it.

I must warn you, I have very expensive taste.

What's money for?

Oh, lucky you!

I'm gonna save this receipt and write this sucker off.

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