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♪ Now I'm hoping tonight you'll go, go to the right window ♪

♪ Scatter your light, say I'm all right, please do ♪

♪ Tell her that I'm blue and lonely ♪

♪ Dreamy Carolina moon ♪

Ben?

- Ben, will you please answer that door? - Who could that be?

- I don't know. It's almost 9:00. - Ben!

Ben! Ben!

I guess I'd better go answer it.

Ben, answer this door!

- Ben! - Oh, no, it's my cousin. It's Diana.

Open the door! Let me in the house!

Thank goodness you're home. We have to talk.

All right. What would you like to talk about?

So, Diana, what brings you over here at 9:00 at night?

Ben, Ben, Jack left me for another woman.

Jack left me for another woman!

Diana, quit it!

Ben... Here. Sit down. Come on, sit down.

Now, when did this happen?

Two weeks ago.

I came home from the hairdresser's, and he was gone.

All his things were gone, too, and I haven't heard from him since!

There, there.

Ben, I'd love to stay and chat with you folks,

but it's getting on toward my bedtime, so...

But like I said, I'd love to chat.

Go! Just go.

There, there, now.

What makes you think it's another woman?

Because he left a note saying he was going to start over with Lisa

and that his attorneys would be in touch.

Ohh...

Who's Lisa?

Some would-be artist that he met at this gallery he always patronized.

I met her once.

Oh. Talk about space cadets.

And young... She could be doing Clearasil ads.

Look, I know he's rich, but...

I could understand an affair with a Hollywood starlet

or a professional tennis player,

but some witless bimbo?

He must be out of his mind.

Well, maybe it's just temporary.

I mean, after all, you were having problems.

No, we weren't!

Diana, I'm the last person you can lie to.

I've known you since you were born.

The first time I ever laid eyes on you,

you were laying there screaming your head off, waving your fists in the air.

Your poor, beloved, sainted mother... God rest her soul...

Said that all babies do that, but you never stopped.

Jack was used to it.

We were married for 18 years, for God's sake.

Well, maybe he got tired of it.

So he leaves me for some brain-dead finger painter?

Diana, you've got to face the facts.

I know, I know, Ben. I'm trying.

Maybe it was my temper, maybe it wasn't. Oh, I don't know.

All I know is I want him back!

- Did you tell him that? - I don't know where he is!

His attorneys do, but he told them he'd fire them if they told me...

And his accountants, too.

- How about his friends? - Nobody has seen him.

Apparently, the only person he socializes with now is Lisa.

Oh, you've got to help me.

Oh, no. No, Diana.

Ben, please, tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I'll change.

Tell him things will be different. Tell him he's got to talk to me again!

You say he met this Lisa at an art gallery?

Yeah, the Westlake Art Gallery on Ninth and Pine.

She works there.

Her full name is Lisa Sullivan.

You go in there, and you tell them...

I... They won't talk to me.

Diana...

Uh, Diana, I don't want to get involved in your personal affairs.

Oh, Ben.

Please, Ben.

Please.

I know I'm not exactly your favorite cousin, but my mother was.

For her sake, Ben, please.

Please, please, please.

Oh, Diana.

I can't. I...

Well...

I'll do what I can.

Oh, thank you.

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, thank you, Ben dear.

You're an absolute saint.

But find him.

Thank you, Mrs. Nichols.

- Enjoy. - Thank you. We will.

Boys. Joey... - - Joey!

- Ha ha! - Whew.

Oh, my gosh, thank you.

You're welcome. You should probably get it out of the flight path, though.

Yeah, well, I think they ought to forget about dogs and start a leash law for kids.

- Yeah. - What do you think?

Oh, can I help you find something?

Actually, I'm looking for someone...

- Oh. - Lisa Sullivan.

Somebody said she works here.

Well, she used to work here.

I took her place when she quit.

Uh, do you have a forwarding address for her?

Why do you want to find Lisa so bad?

Actually, it's a long story.

My wife, her name is Lisa Sullivan, too,

and earlier this year we got this huge refund on our state income tax.

The only thing is we just moved here.

We didn't pay any state income tax last year,

so we keep trying to tell them

that they've got the wrong Lisa Sullivan on their computer.

But every time we send them the check, they keep sending it right back to us.

Yeah, well, you know, I haven't met a computer yet

- that can handle rejection. - Exactly.

So the other night we were at this party,

and we heard that Lisa Sullivan worked here,

so here I am trying to be a good guy.

Well, what do you know. An honest man.

Come with me.

Boy, I tell you, Lisa's going to love you for this.

Here it is: 1242 South Barrington.

Know where that is?

- Yeah. - Okay.

30334.

Oh, great. Thank you. I really appreciate this.

My pleasure.

Uh, do you know what she looks like?

Well, yeah, you know, I think I have a picture right here.

Yeah.

Now, this picture was taken at the Lipscomb opening,

which was about a year ago, so it's pretty recent.

And that is Lisa right there.

Yes?

Hi, Lisa. I'm looking for Jack Huntington.

Wrong address.

Wait. Wait.

My name is Conrad McMasters. I work for Ben Matlock.

I just want to talk to him.

Go away.

It's okay, Lisa, let him in.

Thank you.

Conrad?

Jack, it's good to see you again.

Lisa Sullivan, Conrad McMasters.

Now, what's this about?

Well, Ben had me track you down.

Apparently, your wife's pretty anxious to talk to you.

- Diana! - Just walk away from me, huh, Jack?

Thought I'd just dry up and blow away like some old newspaper?

For heaven's sake, put that down, Diana!

This time you really made me mad, Jack!

Let go of me. Let go of me!

I'm sorry about this, Jack. I didn't mean it.

You're nuts, Diana!

Me? Oh, look at you.

You're a bum... a bum with a bimbo.

Get out!

If you come back, so help me I'll have you thrown in jail!

I'd like to see that.

I'd like to see you try that, Mr... Mr... Mr. Young at Heart!

- Come on! Diana, come on. - God damn him!

- God damn him! - Come on.

Jack, your wife needs serious help.

You think I don't know that?

Hello.

Oh, Jack, I was just try...

She what?

Ben?

They just got here.

Oh, I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Yes.

Yeah, sure. I'll be there.

Okay, Diana, you used me.

Look, I was afraid that even if you found him,

- he still wouldn't talk to me. - Well, who could blame him?

You just went after him with a gun.

It wasn't loaded.

For God's sake, do you think I'm crazy?

♪ Get back into your room ♪

♪ Let me see where you've been ♪

♪ I don't want to know ♪

♪ The story of your life ♪

♪ Only tell me how you feel ♪

♪ Would you like to feel my lips ♪

♪ Caress your shoulder? ♪

Ben, how are you? Good to see you.

- Sit down. - Yeah.

Ahem.

What kind of place is this?

It's an old-fashioned, Greenwich Village-type coffee house.

A big hang-out for artists.

Lisa turned me on to it.

What'll you have?

Just bring one of these.

Lisa wanted to come along,

but she scored some kiln time over at the college,

so she decided to spend the afternoon throwing pots.

Oh, that's good. That's good. Throwing pots is good.

What's the deal with your hair?

Letting it grow.

Lisa's idea.

Says I should flaunt it while I've still got it.

She has changed my life, Ben.

Yeah, I see that. I...

You know, she's Beatrice to my Dante,

my guide through a universe I never knew existed.

Before I met her, I thought art was just something you invested money in.

But I realize now it's an investment of the soul.

Here you go.

That's double mocha... Lisa's favorite.

Boy, that's strong.

Listen, I can't stay.

I just stopped by to tell you how sorry I am about what happened.

Well, we both know Diana's a little nuts.

We had to put a double-lock on the door and a bolt.

Maybe she'll calm down or move away or something.

Conrad dropped this picture up at Lisa's place.

Do you happen to know where he got it?

Yeah, somebody at Westlake Art Gallery gave it to him

so he'd know what Lisa looked like.

Well, if you look close, you can see that this guy here is me.

But when this picture was taken, I wasn't there.

Say again?

Okay.

This guy here Lisa's with, that's Howard Lipscomb.

He's an artist.

This picture was taken last year,

when his work was on exhibit at the gallery.

Howard Lipscomb attended the VIP showing which opened the exhibit

and then flew back to New York,

and I came the night after,

which was the grand opening for the general public.

And by then, Howard Lipscomb was in New York.

You see?

There's no way we could have been in the same photograph.

- You're saying this is a fake? - It has to be.

Part of this picture was taken on the first night,

and part of it was taken on the second night.

It's a composite.

Well, why would anybody want to do that?

That's what I want you to find out.

- Me? - You owe me, Ben.

What if Diana had shot me?

This is just a picture.

What if you had found out somebody had faked a picture with you in it, huh?

You'd bust your butt trying to find out what was going on, and you know it.

Well...

You could be going to my funeral today, Ben.

Oh, come on, Jack.

If it hadn't been for you, I never would have even seen this damn picture.

Sorry. Not interested.

Because his work stinks, that's why.

If you want to get him a showing, try the animal shelter.

Well, you have a nice day, too.

Excuse me.

Uh, are you in charge?

Supposedly. I'm the owner, Caroline Westlake.

Ben Matlock.

- Ben Matlock? The lawyer? - Oh, well...

What a pleasure.

And welcome to our new exhibit.

- We're very excited about it. - Oh.

I've never seen anything quite like this.

Yes, these artists are expressing the dramatic clash

between freedom of form and immutability of function.

Oh, they are? Uh-huh.

Oh, you like it?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

It's called "War and Peace" by Clifford Alexander.

Twenty-eight thousand dollars.

You have excellent taste.

Twenty-eight thousand?

Well, that's a fair...

Actually, I don't know where I'd put it.

Uh, could I...

I came down here to ask you about this photograph.

I understand it was taken...

Uh, I understand it was taken

during a showing you had for Howard Lipscomb last year.

- That's right. - Uh-huh.

- Who took it? Do you remember? - Gus Steinway.

- He used to photograph all our events. - Used to?

He pulled up stakes and moved to the Greek Isles.

Midlife crisis.

Is there a problem?

- Do you know Jack Huntington? - Very well.

Well, he says that's a fake.

A fake?

Yeah. He says this side of the picture was taken

at the VIP showing when Howard Lipscomb was here

and this side was taken the next night when Howard Lipscomb was not here.

I'm not expert, but this picture sure looks like the real McCoy to me.

Could I?

- Oh. Of course. - Thank you.

Westlake Art Gallery.

Uh, Lou, I'm going to have to call you right back.

It's me.

We have a major problem.

Somebody got that photograph.

The photograph.

Well, someone already has been asking questions.

That lawyer, Ben Matlock.

I don't care what Caroline thinks.

I know that picture's a fake. I wasn't there that night.

Tell him, sweetheart.

He wasn't there, Mr. Matlock. I remember.

You see, to me, Howard Lipscomb is a hero.

Look, his work is bold and brave and intellectually thrilling.

I will never forget how excited I was to finally get to meet him

and how disappointed I was that Jack couldn't share the experience.

You sure you don't want to have one?

No, the buzz I got from the other one lasted till 4 this morning.

So what's your next move?

I don't know, Jack.

This is just a picture, and I've got a law firm to run.

It's a fabrication, Ben, and whoever fabricated it had a reason.

Maybe I was matted into that picture in order

to cover up something in the background.

Well, you were there that night.

Does anything look wrong or out of place in this picture... I mean, besides Jack?

No.

Who are these two fellows?

Well, the big guy is Dick Lerner.

He owns some medical supply company... Collects Pollocks.

What about this guy?

No. No, him I don't recognize.

Hello, Ben.

Lisa.

Hello, Jack.

- Hey! - What?

Uh, good morning.

Good morning.

Get the meaning?

Uh, crazy, mixed-up world.

No. It's called "Eggbeater."

Oh.

How can I help you?

Do you remember that photograph I brought in here yesterday?

The one from the Lipscomb exhibit?

Yeah. It was stolen last night.

You're kidding.

Somebody broke in my house and took it right off my desk.

It's the only thing he stole.

How strange.

The thing is the only person outside Jack Huntington and Lisa Sullivan

who knew I had the picture was you.

Are you suggesting that I stole it?

No. I know I was knocked over by a man last night.

I just wonder if you told anybody about the picture after I left.

No.

Wait, wait... I told Randy about it.

She gave it away,

and I told her not to give anything away again without checking with me.

Ted, easy.

I'm going to have to keep an eye on these guys.

Oh, yeah. Okay.

I'll tell him. As a matter of fact, he's sitting right here.

I'll talk to you later.

It was Caroline.

Matlock's been in asking more questions.

She's mad, and I don't blame her.

Well, he's shooting blanks. Just relax.

You had to go and steal that photograph.

This is a million dollar deal we've got on the line here, don't you know that?

Hey, my neck is on the line here, fat boy.

Look, maybe you can afford to take chances, but I can't.

I want you to shut up and get off my back.

What did you do with the photograph, John?

I burned it. End of problem.

Yeah? Not necessarily.

Hi. I'm looking for the person who used to be Gus Steinway's partner.

Yeah. That's me... Leon Rousseau. What do you want?

Well, I'm doing this book on Howard Lipscomb... you know, the artist...

And I understand that Gus did some pictures of the exhibit

that Howard had at the Westlake Gallery.

Could we get to the bottom line? I'm kind of busy.

Sure, well, if any of the negatives are

around, I'd like to take a look through them.

What, does this look like a library to you?

I'll pay you just to look at them.

And if I find something I like, I'll pay you more.

How does that sound?

Wipe your feet.

There.

Knock yourself out.

Is this stuff in any kind of order?

No.

If you need me, I'll be across the hall in the darkroom.

Whatever you do, knock first, okay?

Gotcha.

Ahh!

That will be 50 bucks up front and 50 for each negative that you pull.

Mr. Matlock, sir.

Richard T. Lerner at your service, Mr. Matlock...

Unless, of course, you've come to sue me.

Oh, no, nothing like that.

Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Juice?

No, thank you.

- Have a seat. - Okay.

Well, you look fit as a fiddle, so I know you're not a customer.

No.

What is it that you sell, Mr. Lerner?

Medical equipment.

Oh. Well, you must be doing pretty well.

I see you collect art.

Well, of sorts.

I'm kind of partial to abstract expressionism, as you see.

Yeah.

I hear that you were at a showing

that Westlake Galleries had for Howard Lipscomb last year.

Yes. I like Howard Lipscomb's work.

Actually, there were two showings.

There was one for the VIPs and then one for the public.

Which one did you go to? Do you remember?

Well, the VIP, naturally.

But it was a year ago, as you said. I could be mistaken.

Do you remember whether you met Howard Lipscomb when you were there?

Oh, I've met Howard half a dozen times.

Maybe it was at the opening, maybe not.

Well... Again, these are really, really very nice.

Thank you for your time.

Come in again.

I always like it when famous people drop in on me... not that they ever really do.

Oh.

Here, would you like a malt ball for the road?

Oh, no, I shouldn't.

Neither should I, but I mean, they're sitting right here.

What the hell?

Thank you.

Hey, hey, hey.

Aah!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Come on, man, that's all my stuff. What the...

Uh, coming.

Coming.

- Oh, Les. - Ben.

Want a sandwich?

No time. Ben, I've got some big news... big news.

You'll never guess what it is.

You won the lottery.

No, no, this is big. Big-big.

I mean really big.

Um, you're going around the world?

No, no, no.

This involves a person of the opposite sex and a plan the two of us have.

You're getting married.

Who told you?

Well, I think that's wonderful news, Les. Congratulations.

Sit down. What's the lucky lady's name and how did you meet her?

Her name is Mildred... Mildred Novotny...

And we met in the produce section of the supermarket.

She was trying to pick out a ripe melon... You know, one of those Casabas?

So she handed me one and asked me if I thought it was ripe.

So I gave it a squeeze and told her I thought it was okay.

Oh. So it all really started over a melon, huh?

Well, actually, it started before that.

You see, we were both backing up our carts,

you know, looking at the produce,

and the next thing you know, we backed into each other.

- Backed right into each other? - Yeah.

And neither one of us moved for, I don't know, it must have been 19 minutes.

- Back to back? - Back to back.

What is she, a widow?

Yeah. Oh, and she used to be a nurse.

You know, when I was young and used to date,

I always felt safe with a nurse.

Well, they know so much about the body, you know.

Yes. Yes. Yeah.

Where are you going to go on your honeymoon?

Oh, Mildred wants to go someplace she's never been before.

Oh, someplace romantic like Paris or Mexico?

No, the Mayo Clinic.

The Mayo Clinic?

Well, yeah. I told you she used to be a nurse.

She wants to look around. You know, watch a few operations.

Gosh, I've got to go.

I promised Mildred I'd meet her.

- At the market? - Yeah, to help her with her shopping.

Les, you really are a fast mover.

Well, Ben, time waits for no man.

Hey, Ben?

In here.

What happened to you face?

Somebody jumped me at the Steinway studio.

They were after these.

Proof sheets and negatives

of the pictures Steinway shot at the two Howard Lipscomb showings.

Somebody jumped you?

Yeah.

Well, I got his license number.

I get burglarized, you get assaulted.

Jack's right. Something serious is going on here.

No kidding.

Lieutenant Brooks, please.

I didn't expect you to handle this personally, Bob.

When I saw the list of priors on this guy, I couldn't help myself.

If he was wearing a ski mask, how do you all know it's the same fellow?

I'll know.

This whole thing started because Jack got a roving eye.

If I was married to Diana, I'd get a roving eye, too.

My eye would fly all over the place.

Open up, Mr. Resnick. It's the police.

Mr. Resnick?

That's the guy that jumped me, Ben.

Same clothes, same build.

- I know. - How do you know?

You know that third guy in the picture that nobody recognized?

That's him.

There's one.

Yeah, and there's the other.

Those are the pictures that were used to make the composite.

You see? I wasn't at that opening with Howard Lipscomb,

and neither was Lerner.

He lied to you, Ben.

Whatever's going on here, Lerner's in on it, I know it.

I wish we had some proof.

Proof? Somebody steals the picture from you

and then tries to steal the negatives and then gets murdered.

Now, what more proof do you need?

Well, something's going on, all right, but dag-gone if I can figure it out.

Somebody better figure out something.

I could wind up with a bullet in my head.

Oh, no.

Jack? Jack.

Jack, Jack, we have to talk.

There's nothing to say.

Oh, now, Jack, you don't mean that.

- You don't get it. I want a new life. - Go home, Diana.

You can't abandon me like some rusted old car!

- Diana, go home. - Stop this, will you, please?

- I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! - Diana. Diana...

Get her off my back! I want her arrested!

- Oh! - Jack!

- Diana! - Get her off my back!

Get her out of here!

Oh, Les.

Hi, Ben.

Sorry to barge in on you like this, but I need your help.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Mildred wants a church wedding,

and, well, we're trying to decide what kind of music to have.

Now, I suggested an organ playing a medley...

You know, "O Promise Me," "I Love You Truly,"

"There'll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight."

I'd go for "Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight."

Yeah, but Mildred wants something different, something more personal.

Oh, personal.

Boy, you're... you're really...

You're really stuck on Mildred, aren't you?

Well...

So something personal.

Personal.

Personal. Um, um...

Why don't we sing her a duet and dedicate it to her?

- You think so? - Oh, yeah.

What could we sing?

Didn't you say she spent time in South Carolina?

- Yeah, she loved it there. - Yeah?

Well, how about "Carolina Moon?"

Think she'll like it?

- Oh, she'd love it. I bet she'd cry. - Yeah.

Of course, I don't know.

I don't know. You're so sensitive, you might cry yourself.

Oh, come on.

Okay. Okay, let's give it a try, want to?

Okay.

♪

♪ Carolina moon ♪

♪ Keeps shining ♪

♪ Shining on the one who waits for me ♪

♪ Oh, Mildred ♪

♪ Carolina moon, I'm pining ♪

♪ Pining for the... ♪

Are you all right?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Are you crying?

No, no, it's my sinuses.

I've got to go home and use my nasal spray.

♪♪

You know?

I'll bet you anything that photographer dummied up the picture

and then left for Greece because John Resnick paid him to go.

But where did he get the money?

You think he was blackmailing someone?

This is making me crazy.

You make me crazy, too.

I'm trying to work.

I like it.

- It's terrible. - Mm-mm.

Oh, Jack.

You know Randy McGowan, that girl that took my place at the gallery?

She called me today,

and apparently all this fake photograph stuff

has gotten Caroline real ticked off.

You know how Caroline is. She's been giving me a bad rap.

- To whom? - To everybody.

Why is she badmouthing you?

Because I'm what started it all... At least in her mind I am.

Jack, art is my whole life.

People listen to Caroline.

She's going to ruin my career before I even have one.

No, she's not.

I promise.

Keep painting.

I'll pick up dinner on my way home.

And I hope to hell I don't run into Diana.

- Home from where? - The gallery.

I'm going to apologize to Caroline.

I'll tell her from now on if anybody asks her about this damn photograph,

I'll personally punch them in the nose.

How good are you at seascapes?

I don't know. I never tried it.

Then pack your paints.

Tomorrow we'll leave for the Caribbean.

Hi, Randy.

Hi, Jack. I'm sorry. We just closed.

Is Caroline still here?

Yeah, but she's meeting some people in her office.

I'll just stick my head in for a minute.

Can't this wait until tomorrow?

Well, we're leaving town, and I've got to clear the air about Lisa, okay?

- Jack. - Hi, Caroline.

This will just take a minute.

You like Andy Warhol?

Not particularly.

Look, it's my fault

Ben Matlock's been hassling you about this photograph, not Lisa's.

I was curious about it, and he was doing me a favor.

So if you're upset, I'm sorry.

I'm dropping the whole matter.

And if you're carrying a grudge, I'm your target, not Lisa.

Okay?

If you say it's over, it's over.

I don't hold grudges. I don't have time.

Thanks, Caroline.

Sorry to interrupt.

Bye.

I can't stand his work.

Whose?

Warhol's.

Well, this isn't a Warhol.

The one they're looking at in there.

Good night, Randy.

Good night, Jack.

Ben.

I just uncovered some information about John Resnick

I thought you'd be interested in.

Are you in the mood to hear it?

No, but tell me anyway.

I'm so jittery, I can't stand still.

Time for my run anyway. Maybe that will help.

- I'll be back in 40 minutes. - Oh, I don't know what to pack.

Hmm.

You're packed.

His name was Hugo Wyckoff, a local artist,

a lithographer who died about a year ago in a hit-and-run.

What's he got to do with John Resnick?

Well, when the police questioned Wyckoff's widow,

she said that he told her he was afraid for his life.

Now, he didn't say why he was afraid, but he did say of whom... John Resnick.

But as it turns out, John Resnick had an

alibi for the night Hugo Wyckoff was killed.

He was at the opening of an art exhibit at the Westlake Gallery.

The Howard Lipscomb Exhibit?

Uh-huh. And when the police checked out the gallery,

they were shown a photograph

that proved John Resnick was there at the time of the hit-and-run,

so Resnick was dropped as a suspect.

They dummied up that photograph to give John Resnick an alibi?

Probably.

Oh, one more thing.

John Resnick's two best friends were Caroline Westlake and Dick Lerner.

On the night before he died, he made a series of phone calls after 1 a.m.:

two to Miss Westlake, one to Dick Lerner, and two to somebody named Carl Shepley.

So all of them are in on this photograph fraud business.

They hired John Resnick to kill that artist

and then killed John Resnick because he knew too much.

But knew too much about what?

I don't know, but I'll tell you what I'm not going to do.

What's that?

Tell Jack Huntington.

It would put him right over the edge.

- Short cut. - Okay.

The license plate you saw was ESV...

Excuse me, Miss Sullivan.

I'm very sorry, and I know this is painful,

but if you could answer some questions,

it might help us to find the person who did this.

I'll try.

According to the skid marks and an eyewitness,

this wasn't just an accident.

Now, somebody meant to kill him.

Did he always run at this time?

Yes.

Well, last night, did he make any calls

or maybe have an argument with somebody over the phone?

No.

He did go out for about an hour.

Do you know where he went?

To the art gallery to talk to Caroline Westlake.

- Lieutenant? - Excuse me for just a minute.

We have a make on that car.

If only he hadn't gone running this morning.

- I know, I know. - ESV 571...

Why did Jack want to talk to Caroline Westlake?

So he could apologize for all the trouble the picture of him had caused.

Say, I'd better get going.

Um, I'll be in touch, Miss Sullivan.

Have you got something?

Yeah, the eyewitness says that the car that hit Jack was a blue Lincoln Mark VII.

Jack's dead?

- Yeah. - I can't believe it.

- Jack's dead. - Here.

What did you want to see my car?

When did you last drive it?

Yesterday.

You didn't drive it this morning?

I just told you no.

Oh, my God.

Did it look like this yesterday?

What happened to it?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to place you under arrest.

I can't believe it, my beloved Jack dead.

I'm shocked. Shocked!

How can anyone think I'd kill him?

Maybe because you assaulted him twice... Once with a gun.

But I told you the gun wasn't loaded.

- Once in front of a police lieutenant. - I wasn't trying to kill him.

Diana, when people see a woman waving a gun around, making threats,

they tend to take that seriously.

Unless she said, "Just kidding,"

or she fires it and a little sign comes out and says "Bang,"

people tend to believe what they see and hear.

But anyone who knows me...

Knows that your life has been one long temper tantrum.

- Where the hell do you think you're going? - Home.

- Are you going to defend me? - No.

You've got to defend me.

Give me one good reason why.

I'm innocent.

Then any lawyer can handle it, and you don't need me.

- Ben. - What?

If my mother was asking, would that be your answer?

Ben, at the end, I took good care of her, and you know it.

You're going to defend this woman?

Yeah.

She's a nut case.

I know it, but she's family.

Well, how about the gun?

It wasn't loaded.

What about the little incident outside the house?

Well, she just beat him up with her purse.

You must be as nutty as she is.

Diana is not the kind of woman that kills men.

She just makes them wish they were dead.

Right. So you're going to defend her so she can do the same thing to you.

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