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Motions in the Lindheim case are due Monday,

arguments are on the 19th...

and Old Man Peterson wants to come in to see you.

Oh, tell him next week. Anything else?

That's it. How about lunch?

Templin's.

Great with me.

Ooh, I got to go.

You're not coming with us? No.

There's nothing on your calendar.

I know it.

What was that about?

Beats me.

He has been disappearing a lot lately.

You think he's up to something?

I don't know.

That dirty dog.

Hi.

Yeah, I know her.

Okay, I'll see you Wednesday.

Wednesday it is.

Hi, Ben.

Did you follow me?

Yeah, you didn't know, huh?

No, you're good.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Oh, learning stuff.

See, I, I, I know the law,

but there's a lot of stuff I know nothing about

and then there's stuff that I know a little bit about,

and so I'm curious.

You are?

Yeah, I bet you thought only the young were curious.

Well, how many courses are you taking?

Two.

Really? Yeah.

Uh, 20th century American novel and anthropology.

Anthropology? Yeah.

That's the scientific study of man

and where he came from and how he got

to be that way.

It's good.

Yeah, it's good.

Hi, Marcy.

Hey, Mark, I think your wife's looking for you over there, pal.

Wife?

Caught cheating.

Definitely an "F."

Yeah, well, it's been fun.

You don't deserve a creep like that, Marcy.

Come on, J.D., you're not still mad at me, are you?

Why wouldn't I be?

One day we're hot, the next day we're nothing.

Who is he, Marcy? He?

Who are you seeing now?

Nobody.

Don't give me that.

I know you're seeing someone.

Professor Gallagher, it's really nice to see you.

Come here to party?

Where were you this afternoon?

We had an appointment at 6:00.

I was working out with the team.

Well, I hope it was a good one

because it just may be your last.

I don't think so, Professor Gallagher.

We got a game with Georgetown next week.

I just graded your blue book, J.D.

Why don't you come to class tomorrow?

Because afterwards you and I are going to have a very long talk.

What a jerk.

You want a beer?

No, thanks.

Man...

John.

John.

There's something I need to talk to you about.

Yeah, Marcy, I-I don't have the time.

But you've been saying that all week.

I'll call you, okay?

No, it's not okay.

John!

So... any questions?

Amazing.

I'll see you Monday.

By then, I should have completed grading your blue books.

But do come to class anyway, all right?

Bye. Ha, ha, ha.

Do you need anything, Professor Gallagher?

Yeah, would you take these books back to my office?

I'll be there shortly.

Thank you.

Mr. Baker.

What's going on?

I heard J.D. screwed up on his midterm.

Jocks, huh?

Well, congratulations, Mr. Baker.

You got yourself a perfect score

on the blue book.

Great.

You're a C-minus student

with the brain of a flea,

who never aced a test in his life.

You cheated; I want to know how.

Hey, man, I didn't cheat, I studied.

Oh, for... You are a pinhead jock...

and you're getting an "F,"

which means academic probation, Mr. Baker.

Which means no more basketball, Mr. Baker,

until you bring it up to a "C."

You won't flunk me.

You don't tell me how you aced that test, I promise you I will.

Hey, man, I don't have to tell you anything.

We're number one in the conference.

Why?

'Cause of me.

You really think the administration

is gonna let some English teacher

throw an unbeaten team down the drain?

You got a surprise coming.

No, I'm sorry, Mr. Baker, you do.

What are you talking about?

Hey, I'm not through yet.

Yes, you are.

I know about you and Marcy.

I followed Marcy out of the frat house last night.

I saw you kissing her.

What's my grade now, Professor Gallagher?

Oh, you really think what you know makes any difference?

Hey... Could I talk to you for a minute, Professor Gallagher?

Yeah, he's all yours.

You promised you'd call.

Not now, Marcy.

Please. I said not now!

Yes, now!

I want to know if it's true.

Is what true?

Are you seeing someone else?

Oh, for crying out loud!

Answer me!

Is it true?

Yes.

But I know you love me.

Marcy, you're very beautiful, but love...

Professor, I made you some fresh decaf.

I really believed you.

I thought you were for real, that you were serious.

I never said that this was serious.

I never said anything that men don't say

to women that they find desirable.

Now, I... I enjoy being with you.

Now, if you misunderstood that...

Misunderstood?

In class, when we were reading Shakespeare,

didn't you talk about love and passion and commitment?

And didn't you use those same words with me?

Well, obviously, your basketball players

have accustomed you to a different style.

Oh, you bastard.

I'll tell the dean.

I'll tell the whole damn board of directors

and have you fired.

Well, it won't work, darling.

I'm a star here.

I attract students and grants to this campus,

and it's your word against mine,

and since they can't afford to believe you,

they're going to believe me.

I hate you. Mm-hmm.

I really hate you, and I'll get you if it's the last thing

I do!

Marcy.

He's crap, you can do better.

John?

Now what?

You're a brilliant man, John,

an extraordinary man.

From the first day I walked into your class...

I worshipped you.

See, I thought you were different.

I thought your word meant something.

I mean, you're a man, not a boy, but I was wrong

and next time I won't be so naive.

Hmm.

Uh, correct me if I'm wrong,

but what I hear you saying is that all men are alike.

Yes, you are.

Whether you're young like J.D. or over the hill

like you, it makes no difference, and next time

I'll protect myself a little bit better.

Good-bye.

Oh, my God.

Hey, you're going to have to leave. He's dead.

We're conducting an investigation here. My, God, he's... he's dead.

Joey, get him out of here

and get some tape over here.

Sir, I-I know who did it.

I know who did it!

I know who did it!

Hello, Bob.

Ben.

What are you doing here?

I'm going to see Marcy Hansen.

Really? You know her?

Yeah, she sits next to me in American lit.

You always leave your door unlocked?

Well, we lock it at night, but in the daytime,

my roommates and I are in and out so much,

it's not worth the trouble.

That's probably how the killer got your scissors.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, this... this, uh, boy

who said he heard you threaten,

uh, John Gallagher...

Yeah, Paul Knight.

He was always running errands for... for John,

doing research for him, hanging around his office.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He followed him like a shadow.

Mm-hmm, that's him.

Yeah.

Uh... well,

how long did your, uh, affair

last with the professor?

It was a little over a month.

Will I have to talk about this in court?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, Marcy, uh,

you're not the first young girl

to make a mistake and have...

an affair with an older, more experienced man.

But it was more than an affair.

I mean, I adored him.

He inspired me.

He knew everything.

And when I was with him,

you know, I just felt so special.

And then, when he dumped me...

Well, that's the way of it.

Did anybody else know

about your, uh, relationship?

Well, I guess Mark Carter did.

He was standing right there

when I was screaming at John in his office.

Mark Carter? Oh, and...

oh, never mind.

What? Well,

when I showed up,

John was arguing with J.D. Baker,

and he was accusing J.D.

of cheating on his midterm.

Oh, if that's true, then J.D. is off the team,

and there goes the championship.

Anybody else?

No, not that I can remember.

Oh.

Yeah, well, what about, uh...

uh, what about your parents?

Well, my mom's dead... Long time ago...

And my dad's in the air force.

Special assignment, Far East.

Shouldn't we tell him?

No, we're sort of on the outs.

Why? Well, you know,

he doesn't approve of the way I...

you know, live.

Oh.

Boy, he's going to hit the ceiling

when he finds about this one.

Well, uh, I'll go back

to the campus and...

ask around and see if I can, uh,

come up with anything.

Well, you believe me, don't you?

Well, you've been up front about everything else,

so... yeah.

Oh, good.

Hi.

Oh, oh, hi, Michelle.

Uh, Michelle Thomas, this is Marcy Hansen.

Hi. Uh, uh, I got to go.

You come on in and sit down

and have a chat with Marcy,

and I'm sure you'll get the gist of everything.

Excuse me.

Paul Knight?

I'm Michelle Thomas, Ben Matlock's associate.

We're representing Marcy Hansen.

Oh.

I was right there when she threatened him.

Come on, Paul.

You really think she'd be dumb enough

to kill him and then walk out of the office

in full sight of the janitor?

She's an airhead.

Thinks a one-month affair is the same as total commitment.

How did you know it was a one-month affair?

I'm here a lot.

You and Professor Gallagher were close?

He was my friend... And my mentor.

He was helping me get into graduate school.

Do you know what other women he was seeing?

Just one.

Debbie Carter,

the wife of one of his students, Mark Carter.

Mark Carter, yes.

Well, thanks, Mr. Knight.

You've been a big help.

You had to be removed from the scene

of the crime that night, didn't you?

Yeah. I heard the sirens

and saw the cops go into the building.

When I saw Professor Gallagher,

I... I got pretty upset.

Oh, I bet.

Where were you just before that,

when the murder was taking place?

In the campus library, studying.

Oh, why not in here?

I had to use the stacks.

I was doing research.

Ah.

Thanks.

Miss Thomas. Yes?

Um, when you go out,

you probably only date, like, successful lawyers.

No, I date

men I like.

You ever date younger men?

Well, that depends on the man and how much younger.

Would I be too...

Sorry.

Yeah, it's okay.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Sure.

Hey, Baker.

What?

You guys always run during the season?

Yeah.

Heard you and Professor Gallagher

had it out the other day.

Where did you hear that?

Never mind.

Whatever I do gets around.

What was it about?

I aced a test.

Doesn't happen too often.

Like, never.

Anyway, he accused me of cheating.

Said he was going to flunk me.

Man, that would've meant suspension,

probation from the team.

I wouldn't let that happen, man.

Yeah, but how could you

stop him from flunking you?

I put this school on the map.

Enrollment's up.

Alumni they thought were dead

are sending in donations.

They wouldn't yank me for one lousy crib test.

Oh, so you did cheat.

Okay, what's the deal?

I'm a private investigator, Conrad McMasters.

So, you think I killed Gallagher?

Well, can you remember where you were that night?

Yeah. So can about 20 other people.

I was practicing with the team from 6:30 till 9:00.

See ya.

Hi. What did you get?

Uh, B-plus.

I mixed up Cro-Magnon with Java man.

Oh. Yeah.

What'd you get? An A.

All right, cool.

Want to go over right now?

Yeah.

Uh, are you Mark Carter?

Uh, Mark Carter? No? No.

Are you Mark Carter?

Mark Carter?

Yes.

Um, I-I-I'm, uh...

What is that class?

Oh. Human sexuality.

Oh, they teach that now?

Well, understanding sex goes a long way

towards understanding human psychology.

You are?

Oh, I'm, uh... I'm Ben Matlock.

I'm Marcy Hansen's lawyer.

Uh, is that your major... Psychology?

Yeah, with an eye towards business school.

Harvard, of course.

Oh.

Oh, that's... that's where I, uh... yeah.

Uh, do you-you-you take, uh, English classes?

Yeah, I am...

or I was in Professor Gallagher's course.

Oh. I... I understand he was familiar

with, uh, human sexuality.

He was sleeping with my wife.

Is that what you're getting at?

You knew?

My wife and I have an open marriage.

You wouldn't understand.

Anyway, I suppose

you'd like to know where I was

at the time of the murder.

Isn't that the sort of question you ask?

Often.

Well, I was right in there.

Lab night... We were assigned a movie.

On human sexuality?

Practical applications thereof.

Uh-huh.

Mark Carter knew

that his wife was, uh...

you know.

Yeah.

And J.D. was working out with the team.

And Paul Knight...

here... there's his address on that paper.

And that's his picture

in the yearbook.

Now, I want you

to follow him and find out

what kind of stuff he's up to.

Yeah. Okay.

So, Mark Carter knew his wife was...

you know.

Yeah. MAN: Hey, look out!

Oh...

Ben...

I blew it.

Wow.

I'm impressed.

Yeah, well...

I taught him everything he knows.

Uh, Marcy Hansen, this is Conrad McMasters.

Aren't you the girl I saw talking to J.D. Baker?

Well?

So, I dated J.D.

When?

Right before I got involved with John.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I was afraid you would ask me

if I was sleeping with him.

Well, I guess I know the answer to that one.

What were you talking to him about at the track?

I was just telling him not to tell anyone

what I just told you.

I mean, not that you wouldn't have found out eventually.

And the DA will, too.

You can bet on that.

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So, what's going on?

I, uh, I was just looking for a term paper I wrote

for professor Gallagher.

He said it was the best he ever read

on Browning's imagery.

And I wanted it back.

You didn't make a copy?

No, dumb of me, huh?

I was in a hurry.

You know, Gallagher thought I could get that paper published.

Yeah, you're good; it's hard to believe

you didn't make a copy.

You can run, but you can't hide.

Guy's name is Ronald Marlow.

He's in the same British literature class

with J.D. Baker and Mark Carter.

But breaking into somebody's office just to get papers back

does not make sense.

So, I poked around afterwards and I didn't find any papers.

His or anybody else's.

So, he must've been after something else.

Well, John doesn't assign term papers.

Just blue book tests.

That's what he was doing the night I went to talk to him.

He was reading blue books.

I didn't find any blue books.

Look at this police picture.

The only thing on his desk are textbooks and his computer.

You sure he's reading blue books?

Yeah, I'm positive.

That's the test he thought J.D. cheated on.

He was reading the blue books

and entering the grades into his computer.

I saw him doing it.

The computer's off.

Well, then he must've finished them.

What could he have done with them?

Maybe the killer took them. I don't know. Mm.

Did you find out anything about that Paul,

uh, what's his name, Knight?

Yeah, he studies. That's it?

No, he took a break.

He escorted a female friend to a lecture,

then he shook hands with her afterwards,

and he went back and he studied some more.

Hmm.

Disappearing blue books?

No... you think that's what that fellow

Marlow was really after? Blue book exams?

Well, it'd be worthwhile to find out.

Hello?

Ronald Marlow, please.

Yeah, this is he.

Uh, Mr. Barlow,

this is Alfred St. James.

I'm one of Dean Ferguson's assistants.

She asked me to go through

the late Professor Gallagher's things, sort of tidy up

for the person who's gonna be taking his classes.

Anyway, I have here a stack

of blue books from his Brit lit course.

They're all critiqued and graded.

You can see yours if you'd like.

Uh, I would love to.

Good, then I'll just stick them in an envelope

and leave them at the info desk.

All right, that's great.

And hey, thanks a lot for calling.

Don't mention it.

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Hey, what's up?

You did cheat on John's test, didn't you?

What makes you think that?

Ron Marlow had copies of all the tests

the professor was gonna give all season,

and I'll bet you did, too. That's how you aced it.

You're out of your mind.

Where did you get the tests?

Hey, man, I don't know what you're talking about.

J.D., please. Now, we all know

that Marcy didn't steal those tests.

But whoever did could be the real killer.

Now, J.D., as mad as you may be at Marcy,

she once meant something to you,

and I'm sure a friendship like that

isn't easy to forget.

I know you want to help.

You're serious, you think I stole those tests?

Paul, you had the run of his office.

Because he trusted me implicitly.

I think you stole the tests,

the professor found out about it, so you killed him.

Why? So he wouldn't have you expelled!

No, no, I mean, why would I steal the tests?

I'm a straight A student; I love to study.

The lowest grade I've ever gotten is a B-plus.

And I have 165 IQ.

Or did I cheat on that test, too?

Come on, you stole the tests

so you could sell them to your classmates.

Are you kidding? A guy could make a fortune doing that.

That's right, Paul.

Michelle, I'm here on a scholarship.

I don't have a car, I live in a dump,

I eat one meal a day because that's all I can afford,

and I have exactly 553 dollars and 92 cents in a bank account

and you can check it.

I will.

Forget that I ever asked you out.

Are you suggesting I knew

what was going to be asked on that midterm

before I even took the test?

No, I'm telling you.

Well, it's not true.

I mean,

how would I know?

Well, you either bought or stole

copies of all the tests the professor planned

to give this term.

I did no such thing.

You did, and we both know it.

You can't prove I cheated

on that test.

As far as I know, Gallagher hadn't even graded it yet.

All you know is, it wasn't in his office last night.

It's just a matter of time, Mr. Marlow.

Uh... have you ever been subpoenaed to appear in court?

It's frightening.

See, Ronald Marlow couldn't have stolen

the test by himself.

He's too high-strung.

Are you listening?

No, I'm studying so I won't flunk.

You think he did it?

What... what?

Steal the test himself.

Oh, no, but I think he'll lead us to whoever did.

Who's that?

That's Mark Carter.

Hi.

Ben Matlock.

Paul Knight?

I'm not stealing anything.

Michelle tells me you have $553 in the bank.

That's right.

The dean asked me to, uh,

pull all of Professor Gallagher's files.

He kept everything in this computer.

You know how to operate that thing?

Pretty standard stuff.

Anybody with a rudimentary knowledge

of computers could do what I'm doing.

Well, didn't

the professor use some kind of access code?

He said it would be too much of a bother to remember,

which, as it turns out, was a mistake.

That's how those tests got stolen.

They were stolen from the computer?

Mm-hmm.

What are you doing here?

I'm working.

The place was broken into

two or three nights ago.

Oh, yeah.

Was it ever broken into before?

No.

Did the professor always keep it locked?

Always.

Okay.

Take a look at this.

These are all the grades people earned

in the professor's British lit course.

As you can see, I'm the last person there

that needed to cheat on the midterm.

Hmm.

All A's.

Not bad.

What's this?

Uh, time log. Computer automatically

records the date and time of every entry.

Oh, look at that.

J.D. Baker... F.

Punishment for cheating.

The professor rarely flunked anyone.

Huh, Gerald Eubanks... F.

Ronald Marlow... F.

Mark Carter...

Well, that's interesting.

Look at that.

Huh.

Mr. Carter,

I understand you planned to go to graduate school.

That's right. Harvard.

Business.

That's where the money is these days.

Harvard, uh, is an expensive school.

I mean, you got to have money

to go there to learn how to make money.

How are you going to handle that? Well, I'm sure...

I'm sure I can get some sort of scholarship.

Yeah. And I have some savings, and my wife intends to work.

Your wife?

I understand that, uh,

uh, your wife

and Professor Gallagher,

uh, were well-acquainted.

They were sleeping together.

Hmm. And you knew that?

My wife tells me everything.

Hmm. So,

you knew when and where

Professor Gallagher and your wife were gonna meet.

Yes. We have an open marriage.

If you knew when

Professor Gallagher was gonna be with your wife,

you also knew when he was not gonna be in his office.

Well, I...

Yeah, so on an evening

when you knew Professor Gallagher was...

otherwise occupied with your wife,

you went to his office, turned on his computer,

and stole the midterm tests

from his British literature class, didn't you?

No.

And then, you sold copies

of those stolen tests to your fellow classmates.

No. Do you know...?

You know Mr. Ronald Marlow?

What if I were to tell you

that he is prepared to testify

that he paid you $2,000

for his copy of that stolen test?

What would your reply be?

He's lying. Uh-huh.

How about, uh, J.D. Baker and Gerald Eubanks?

They lying, too?

I'm going to object, Your Honor.

Whether he sold them or not is not relevant

to this prosecution.

The hell it's not!

No profanity, Mr. Matlock.

Excuse me, Your Honor,

but this is relevant.

We are going somewhere with this.

It will tie together.

Overruled.

Watch the cussing.

Yes, sir.

Now...

these are telephone records

subpoenaed by this court.

And they show...

every phone call

that was made from the professor's office

the night he was murdered.

The number dialed, the time it was dialed,

and the person the number belonged to.

And this is a printout

from Professor Gallagher's personal computer.

Shows the name of every student

who was in his British literature class,

and the grade they received on the midterm.

A blue book.

And it also shows the date and the time

he punched that grade into the computer.

Now, look right here

at these telephone records, Mr. Carter.

On the night he was murdered,

Professor Gallagher made three phone calls.

First, see. Five-five-five-

seven-eight-six-eight.

That's Gerald Eubank's number, okay?

Second... five-five-five...

see that? Oh-nine-four-seven.

That's Ronald Marlow's number.

Now the third number. You recognize that number?

That's my number. Aha.

Yeah.

So he talked to you that night, huh?

No. He must have talked to my wife.

Oh, no, Mr. Carter.

He talked to you.

See, he had called Mr. Eubanks

and accused him of cheating on the midterm,

just as he had accused J.D. Baker earlier in the day.

And see right here.

After he made the call to Mr. Eubank,

at 5:11 p.m.,

on December 8, Mr. Gallagher entered the grade... see? Look.

Here. F...

besides Mr. Eubanks' name.

Then after he called Mr. Marlow,

he did the same thing with him.

But Mr. Marlow will testify

that after Professor Gallagher confronted him,

he told the truth.

He told him that you are the one

he bought the test from.

That's a lie.

So-so, that's, that's why he placed the call to you, see?

We never talked! Uh-huh.

Did-did he tell you he was going straight to the dean?

Or did he remind you

that proof of cheating on an exam results

in immediate expulsion because of

university rules?

We had no such conversation.

Expelled for cheating.

That means not... not even a B.A. degree.

Forget Harvard business school or any other business school.

Your career was ruined...

Till you remembered the fight that Marcy Hansen had

with Professor Gallagher,

then you knew she was your perfect setup.

You went to her apartment,

took her scissors.

Went back to his office, stabbed him,

and then you took all the blue books

so that your name could never

be associated with the cheating scandal.

That's not true.

I couldn't have done any of that.

I-I was in class, damn it!

Watch the cussing.

That class runs from 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m., doesn't it?

Right. Yeah.

And they showed a movie that night, right?

Yes. Human Sexuality.

Pretty explicit stuff?

Yeah. Yeah.

Be pretty easy for a person to slip out of

a darkened lecture hall showing stuff like that on the screen,

wouldn't it?

That's what... just what you did.

No. Yes, you did, and there's one

other thing in Professor Gallagher's office

to prove it.

See, getting rid of the blue books wasn't enough for you.

You had to be sure there was nothing in his files

that could harm you.

So, knowing how to operate the computer,

you turned it on to get a little look

at the list of grades.

This list.

And I don't know how you did it.

I don't know...

I don't know whether you invented it,

or you changed it, or what.

But I do know

that at 19:29,

that evening... That is 7:29 p.m...

You gave yourself a grade.

An A.

I did not.

How do you know that he didn't give me that A?

Maybe he did, but we know the janitor

who was on duty that night has testified in this court

that Marcy Hansen left the professor's office

at 7:20.

7:20.

Now, if he gave you that A,

we know he was alive at 7:29.

Marcy Hansen could not have done it.

If he did not give you that A,

then we know that someone other than my client

was in his office after she left.

And we both know that person was you,

Mr. Carter.

You killed him.

This is a longwinded story.

You-you don't have any proof.

I don't need any proof.

I just need to show that she didn't do it.

The D.A. needs the proof.

And if I were you,

I'd be looking over my shoulder every damn minute. Apologize.

Because I know the district attorney.

And she hates to fail worse than you do.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Well, now we can get back to school.

Yeah, we got a lot to do. Yeah.

What do you gotta do? Well, I got my American lit paper.

On what? I was thinking Hemingway.

He's good.

Or Faulkner.

He's good.

Which one would you choose?

I don't know. They're both terrific.

Well, let's say we have a few and talk it over?

Sounds good. Sure does.

It's new for me, but why not?

Yeah. Hey, Charlie!

What'll you have?

Four hotdogs all the way.