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Somebody tried to run you over?

Yeah.

I have no idea who.

How is he?

Fine.

Just a little doped up, that's all.

They just want

to keep him under observation for a while.

Any leads on Shelby?

I lost her.

Oh.

She was so close, and I lost her.

Hmm.

She's not gonna show up at the trial, is she?

Not looking like it.

It's all my fault.

We could have had a case, but I...

I let her disappear.

If she just hadn't been a witness

at the preliminary, but she was.

So her testimony can, must

and will be introduced at the trial,

and we can't even challenge it.

If I could have just asked her a few questions

at the preliminary... We can object

that the district attorney hasn't really tried to find her,

but he has to be looking for her.

He'd be a fool not to be.

Diplomatic immunity may be the only way

out of this for him.

I'd sooner that car had killed me.

Say No To Sweets.

Sugar-Free Cooking.

Hmm.

Looks like Shelby Russell was concerned about her figure.

Autopsy said her husband was a diabetic.

There's lots of books on antiques, too.

Oh, wait a minute. Hold the phone.

What is it?

A monthly statement.

Bills for somebody

staying at Miles-Carson Convalescent Home.

Elizabeth Farrell. Now, who's this?

Shelby's mother?

I'm going over there.

What should I do?

Find Tyler.

Right.

Tyler?

Find her?

Nada.

Nothing. No lead, no trail.

The police have nothing.

Where's Ben?

He went to visit her mother.

Her mother, huh?

Can I ask you a question?

Why do you think Mike Russell was murdered?

That I don't know, but those three guys...

Baldwin, Kramer, Clark.

Those three did it, or at least one of them did.

A business deal gone sour, right?

See, now, that's what I think, too.

You know, we got to get inside the pharmaceutical company.

I can't get in there.

All three of the partners have seen me.

They haven't seen me.

You mean, you want to go in?

Yeah. What do you think?

Nah.

Yo, taxi!

Two blocks over!

Where you think you're going?

I'm expected.

Wait here.

Right.

Sit down. What'll you have?

I thought this was going to be a meeting with all three of you.

Please, sit.

Pasquale, bring him the manicotti.

Is that okay with you, Mister, uh... David Long?

Yeah, that'd-that'd be fine, Pasquale. That... Great.

Thank you.

Shouldn't we wait for your partners?

I speak for all of us.

Now, what is this, uh, proposition of yours?

Well, as-as...

As I said to you over the phone,

I used to be Michael Russell's accountant.

I know all about the pharmaceutical company,

the silent partnership,

and I-I know just how profitable your partnership is.

What's your point?

Well...

Michael's dead.

C'est la vie.

Why don't you let me take his place?

I-I know bookkeeping, I know sales, I know management,

and I know that things

at the pharmaceutical company weren't exactly kosher,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah, I know what you're saying, Mr... Long.

In fact, we have been looking for a replacement

for Michael, and in view of our situation,

I think you'll do just fine.

Good.

Good. I mean, great.

That's great. That's just... That's wonderful.

Glad you approve. Yeah.

Well, I think the first thing, uh, you'll need to do is

take a first-hand look at our operation,

so, shall we?

Well, you know, I have been having a hankering

for manicotti lately.

Why don't I...? We'll keep it warm for you,

Mr. Long.

Who is it?

Mrs. Farrell?

Uh, my name is Ben Matlock.

I'm an attorney.

Well, for crying out loud, it's about time.

I called you four weeks ago.

You did?

Look, are you gonna help me sue the phone company or not?

Uh, you want to sue the phone company?

They keep connecting me with wrong numbers.

I mean, they-they send me bills that I can't understand.

Oh, well,

modern life can be frustrating, I know,

but we can't sue for everyday aggravations.

What about what they're doing to my brain?

Uh... uh... What would, uh...

What would that be?

They're tapping in.

They keep...

They keep stealing my thoughts.

Oh.

Wouldn't you want to sue?

Oh, yeah... Oh, yes, I think...

I think I probably... probably would.

Miss-Miss Farrell, in

cases like this, it's often beneficial

if the attorney can get statements

from, uh, the next of kin.

I believe you have a daughter.

Maybe I do, and maybe I don't.

What you get me if I do?

Oh, uh...

Uh, help in your suit against, uh,

the phone company, Mrs. Farrell.

After all, your daughter would know better

than anyone else how valuable your thoughts are.

Valuable?

Oh, yes.

Somebody tried to steal your thoughts...

They could owe you a fortune.

Her name is Shelby Russell.

She's a wonderful girl. She-She calls me

practically every day.

Oh!

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Hmm.

This is Bruno.

You and he'll have a nice little chat,

and you'll tell him

exactly what the hell you're doing here.

Alex.

Your driver's license, Alex.

Your credit cards, Alex.

Your American Bar Association card, Alex.

Your wallet, Alex.

Oh, Bruno, say hello to Alex.

Now, think back.

Didn't anybody ever call her on the phone,

or leave messages on her door?

Or postcards?

Everybody gets postcards.

Uh... How 'bout vacations?

Somewhere she liked to go.

Oh, well, I...

Well, somebody somewhere has got to know where she is.

Hello?

Stay away from my mother.

Shelby?

She has nothing to do with any of this.

We have to talk.

Forget it.

Shelby, either you talk to me

or your mother talks to me.

Leave her alone, she's ill!

Couldn't you see that?

Clear as day.

Washington Square, under the arch.

Be there in an hour.

We're running slightly behind schedule, Mr. Bunabi.

The penicillin is only now being transferred

to the loading dock. Fine.

It'll give me a chance to examine your facilities.

This is our quality control.

What's the rate of dilution?

It's 66% saline.

Next shipment, make it 70.

Hello?

You're alone.

That's good.

Where are you?

We'll meet at Bethesda Fountain in Central Park.

If you're not there in 25 minutes, I won't be either.

Let's go, speed it up!

Do it!

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You all right?

Huh.

I had 'em fooled for about two minutes.

I still don't know what they're doing here.

Well, they're diluting drugs for shipment

to Third World nations.

Tripling their profits.

And if we don't get to a phone in the next ten minutes,

all our proof is gonna be heading for Zaire.

Come on.

A phone.

We need a phone.

Only one I've seen is over there.

What do you want from me?

Why did you lie to that jury?

Money.

But I don't care about money now.

My mother's sick and I don't want anyone bothering her.

Who paid you?

I can't tell you.

Edward Kramer?

Thomas Baldwin?

Douglas Clark?

I know lots of things, Mrs. Russell.

I know you're not Mrs. Russell.

There's no record of your marriage anywhere.

Michael and I live together.

Our affair started out as a convenience.

Wealthy men often like the companionship

of a woman they like to feel they own.

And you were rewarded by being...

"Kept" is the word you're looking for, Mr. Matlock.

Well kept.

Why pretend marriage?

Because Michael wanted to move in international circles

where casual liaisons are understood,

but carefully hidden.

As Anthony carefully hid ours.

Michael was possessive

and we felt it was best that he didn't know.

Shelby...

who paid you to lie and then disappear?

Who are you protecting?

The meeting's over, Mr. Matlock.

Unless you tell the truth,

Anthony Stewart will be destroyed.

But if he invokes immunity...

It'll be the end of his career.

If he goes through the trial,

he might very well be found guilty.

In either case, it'll be nobody's fault but yours.

I held up my end of the deal.

Now you stay away from my mother.

Consider this...

the man who paid you is a murderer.

He already killed Michael.

He tried to kill me.

He came very near killing Anthony.

You disappear again,

it might very well be forever.

$1 million.

American, as you requested.

Fine.

The party's breaking up, we gotta do something.

As soon as they're all looking the other way,

you head for the phone.

Mr. Bunabi.

Hey!

Get him!

I need the police.

There is a crime in progress

in the warehouse at the end of pier 12.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh.

Bruno.

Whoa!

Oh!

Move.

In the headlines this morning, three prominent New Yorkers...

Edward Kramer, Thomas Baldwin and Dr. Douglas Clark...

Were arrested yesterday on charges of conspiracy and fraud

for selling mislabeled and diluted antibiotics.

In an interesting sidelight,

all three men were subpoenaed to appear

in English Ambassador Anthony Stewart's

sensational murder trial, now entering its third day.

That's right... I was working my usual shift:

4:00 P.M. to midnight.

Do you recall admitting anyone

to the building at around 10:30 that evening?

I let Mr. Stewart in.

I remember it very well,

because I assumed that he was going

to see Mrs. Russell, which I thought was odd,

because I knew Mr. Russell was up there, too.

You knew about the affair

Mr. Stewart was having with the decedent's wife?

Being a doorman, seeing them coming and going,

I had a good idea something was going on.

Yes.

Did anyone else

visit the Russells' penthouse that night?

Not that I saw.

You're positive?

I lock the front door of that building

every night at 8:00.

After that, nobody can get into the building

unless they have a key or unless I let them in.

You can get out by going down the back stairs,

but you can't get in.

But what if they had a key?

What if someone found one or...

borrowed one from a tenant or had a copy made?

Isn't it possible that someone other than Mr. Stewart

came into the building,

went up to the Russells' penthouse

and murdered Michael Russell?

Hey, anything's possible,

but it's my job to stand at that door

from 4:00 in the afternoon until midnight.

And if anybody else come in,

especially someone with a key who wasn't a tenant,

I would have noticed it.

That's all, Mr. Gillespie.

Wish to cross, Mr. Matlock?

Uh... yes.

Uh, you know... being a... a visitor here,

I can't get over how much things cost.

I mean, $1.75 for a hot dog,

$12 for a taxi cab ride,

$1,500 for a little tiny apartment.

You live in Manhattan?

Yes, sir.

Well, it must be pretty difficult

to make ends meet on a doorman's salary.

Oh, I manage to get extra work here and there.

Little construction, some plumbing.

Odd jobs, you know. Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, do... do you do any work for...

for anyone in the apartment building?

Oh, yeah, now and then.

Mm-hmm.

How about the Rothbergs in 12D?

You ever do anything for them?

What was that, sir?

I say the Rothbergs in 12D.

I've probably done something

for everybody in the building at one time or another.

Uh, uh, Mr. Gillespie,

uh, I... I think, in all the excitement,

uh, you're overlooking something unusual

that happened the night

Michael Russell was murdered.

Did, uh,

Mrs. Rothberg ask you to take her dog for a walk?

Yes, yes, she did, yes. Uh-huh.

And did you take her dog for a walk?

That's right.

So many other things happened that night,

I forgot about it. Oh, sure, sure.

It's not as if you did it every night.

At what time would that have been?

About 10:15.

Mm-hmm.

And how long were you gone?

Ten, 15 minutes.

Mm-hmm.

So, it is possible someone

could have entered the building without your seeing them.

I'm afraid so.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Redirect?

No, Your Honor.

Mr. Gillespie, you're excused.

Due to the lateness of the hour,

court is adjourned

until 10:00 A.M. tomorrow morning.

What was all that about?

He walks that dog every night at 9:30.

He was lying to save his job.

You protected him.

I just made it easier for him to tell the truth.

Thanks for the note.

Does this mean you'll testify?

I can't.

I'm scared.

Everything you said is true, Mr. Matlock.

He'll eventually get rid of me, too.

It's just a matter of time.

Who?

A deal first.

You give me immunity; I give you the killer.

I can't give immunity.

That's up to the district attorney.

But I promise I'll talk to him,

get him to go as easy as possible.

Just tell me who the killer is.

I shouldn't have come.

Edward Kramer.

There's a ditch behind his home in the country.

That's where you'll find the murder weapon.

How do you know?

I heard him say that's where he dumped it.

Hey, hey, what are you doing here?

I have a search warrant for you, Mr. Kramer.

For what?

Hey, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant!

Another week or two, this area would be flooded out

and we never would have found it.

How stupid do you think I am?

Well, what happened?

Everything matches.

The blood on the candlestick holder

matches Michael Russell's blood.

The size and shape

of his wound matched the size and shape

of the candlestick.

The candlestick matches the one

that's still in the penthouse.

Then, it's over.

It appears to be.

It appears to be?

I'm going to call the embassy.

What's the matter?

That fellow, Kramer,

seem to be particularly stupid to you?

No.

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We might as well have a little fun.

Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it means a great deal to me

not only to celebrate this moment,

but to do so with friends.

And one of my best friends

is my attorney, Mr. Ben Matlock.

Where are you, Ben?

Come up here and say a few words.

Don't be shy.

Hear! Hear!

Well, I, uh,

um, I really don't have a lot to say.

I, I haven't done very much.

It's, it's almost as if everything was

handed to me, uh,

on a silver platter as they say.

Um... well, we still have court tomorrow.

No time for speeches.

Have fun. Have fun.

Thank you.

Here, is this what you wanted?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Thanks.

Hey, Mac, what are you doing?

That's evidence you're defacing there.

What's the matter with you?

Thanks.

He's going to make the motion to dismiss.

But... I don't want him to dismiss.

What?

If he makes the motion and he dismisses,

you'll have a cloud

over your head the rest of your life.

You don't want that, do you?

All rise! The Court of the state of New York

for the county of New York is now in session.

The Honorable Raymond Kawai presiding.

Be seated.

I understand the prosecution would like to make a motion.

Your Honor?

Before any motions are made,

our commitment to justice compels me to ask the court

to permit the defense to call one additional witness.

Counsel?

No objection. Call your witness, Mr. Matlock.

Defense calls Dr. Douglas Clark.

Dr. Clark, you were a partner

in the Russell Pharmaceutical Company,

is that right? Yes, I was.

And who were the other partners?

Thomas Baldwin and Edward Kramer.

And of course, the late Michael Russell.

He ran the whole thing.

Uh, is there any truth

to the allegation that your company

was peddling watered-down antibiotics

to unsuspecting Third World nations?

On the advice of counsel,

I invoke my Fifth Amendment rights

and, uh, refuse to answer that question.

You know, the fact that you won't say

whether you were selling

watered-down antibiotics suggests that you were.

Mr. Matlock, your question

is irrelevant, argumentative,

improper and unconstitutional.

In fact, it's not even a question.

The court is sustaining

it's own objections, and admonishing you

to limit this examination

to the issues in this trial.

Yes, sir, Your Honor, I apologize.

I was just trying to get the truth any way I can.

Uh, withdrawn.

Uh, was, uh, the Russell Pharmaceutical Company, uh...

uh, profitable?

Yes, it was.

That's why I invested in it.

But you have a lot of money problems, don't you?

No, I don't.

Are you kidding? You're up

to your ears in debt.

You owe $2 million

on your Park Avenue co-op,

$800,000 on your Fifth Avenue offices,

and about that same amount

on the East Hampton summer house.

Those figures sound about right?

I don't know. I would have to check with my accountant.

I don't know what you call

being $3 1/2 million in debt,

but myself and anybody I know

would call "that turning the page

on Chapter 11," wouldn't you, Carl?

Excuse me, is this entirely necessary?

Uh, you, uh, you're from New York, aren't you?

Yes.

Any, uh, other relatives?

My mother. And she resides at the...

Miles Carson Convalescent Home,

because of some mental problems.

And her name is Elizabeth...?

Farrell. "Farrell."

She changed her name from Clark when she remarried.

Yeah, yeah.

You know, I went to see your mother last night.

And it just... It took forever

for her to admit that you're her son.

She has a paranoia where she,

uh, she believes the telephone company

plugged in to her mind and they can read her thoughts.

And you told her

that if she told anybody you were her son,

the phone company'd find out about it.

Why didn't you want anybody to know?

Well, it's, uh, what you said.

She has these mental problems, and I'm trying to protect her.

I don't think so.

I don't think the connection between you and your mother

is what you don't want people to find out about.

I think it's the connection between you

and your sister.

Your sister is Shelby Russell, isn't she?

Yes.

Now!

Now, we're coming to the good part.

This whole crooked pharmaceutical scheme

was your idea, wasn't it?

I object. Allegedly crooked.

Allegedly crooked. Huh?

You needed money.

You have connections with legitimate

drug manufacturers; all you needed

was your scheme and a front man.

Someone to run the business

and to keep your involvement quiet.

Michael Russell.

The business was Michael's idea.

He approached us with it.

I'll bet if we could speak to Michael

in the Great Unknown,

he would tell us it was your idea!

I object. I object myself. That was very corny.

Let's, let's change the subject.

You didn't really get along with Michael, did you?

You didn't trust him.

To the point that your sister, Shelby,

moved in with him

and actually pretended to be his wife.

All to look after your interests, isn't that right?

That's absolutely absurd.

She lived with him because she loved him. "Loved him"?

"Loved him"?

Well, if, if she loved him,

why did she have the hot affair with Anthony Stewart?

If Mr. Matlock is making a point,

I'd wish he get to it.

I wouldn't mind that myself.

Oh, I'm getting to it, Your Honor.

I'm getting to it.

Something went wrong

between you and Michael.

You got too greedy.

He got too greedy...

Anyway, you went up there that night.

Mr. Gillespie was walking Mrs. Rothberg's dog.

He didn't see you enter the building.

You had a key.

Shelby's.

You let yourself in, went up to the penthouse.

Confronted Michael.

Argued with him.

Fought with him.

Took the candlestick

from the mantelpiece and killed him.

How am I doing?

You're dead wrong!

Now, comes your most imaginative idea.

The most imaginative.

Michael's dead.

Now, what do you do?

You and your sister frame the man

she's been having the affair with,

the ambassador.

He'll claim diplomatic immunity

and go to England.

It's all over.

The only problem:

Anthony is an honorable man.

He wants to go to trial.

He wants to be found innocent.

Now, what do you do?

Well... well, hell!

You just find somebody else to frame.

The original murder weapon is gone,

probably somewhere in the East River.

You find a duplicate.

Smear it as it were with Michael's blood.

Plant it on Mr. Kramer's property.

Have your sister notify the proper person,

me.

Your Honor, this is all conjecture.

Your Honor, a moment more, please.

I can prove. I have proof.

Very well, but you'd better.

Now... according to the coroner's report,

Michael Russell was a diabetic.

What does that mean to you as a doctor?

Well, it can mean many things. What?

Well, he'd have to have insulin, for one.

Every day? Yes.

Would that mean he'd need syringes?

Bottles of insulin

for his daily injections?

Pharmaceutical bottles

with labels with his name and the doctor's name?

You were the doctor, weren't you?

No.

Mr. Matlock, is this going any further?

Is there proof?

Yes, sir, Your Honor.

I'm showing the witness People's Exhibit 15.

The alleged murder weapon.

Ask you to look on the bottom there. What do you see?

Looks like a scratch.

It is a scratch.

I made it myself last night.

Scratched it right down to the bare metal

what this is made of: brass.

This isn't silver.

This is silver-plate.

The one up in Michael's apartment

is solid silver.

This is not.

You know what that means?

This is not the murder weapon.

The police found that candlestick.

And when they did, it was completely covered

with Michael's blood. That's right!

And you had removed all the syringes,

all the insulin from Michael's apartment,

so that no one would ever see your name.

But sooner or later, someone was bound to stumble...

onto this.

Would you tell the court what this is?

That's a receipt for a blood bank.

This is where the sample

of Michael Russell's blood was kept,

20 ccs... of type O negative blood.

That was removed on October 19, two days ago.

You can tell it's signed by a doctor.

You can't read the signature.

Now, we can have an expert tell us.

But since you're sitting right here,

want to take a shot at telling us

who's signature that is?

It's mine.

That's right.

It's yours.

Well, that's about it.

Your Honor,

I believe there is reasonable doubt

that my client is guilty of any crime.

I believe the court,

the district attorney and I

have fulfilled our commitment to justice.

And I now ask that this case be dismissed.

Case dismissed.

Compliments of the British Embassy.

Nothing like traveling home in style.

Well, now, if you ever get back to New York,

you know where I am. You really like it here,

don't you? Oh, yeah.

It's the Big Apple, Ben.

Anything that happens in the whole world,

happens here first.

Don't you fell the energy?!

No.

Take care. Well... listen, if you ever

feel like unplugging yourself from all this energy,

stop by Atlanta sometime.

Okay, thank you. I will. Okay.