Matlock (1986–1995): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Judge - full transcript

I tell ya something, Carter,

if I didn't have white
hair before this case,

it's gettin' there now.

Every time we think
we got somethin',

slips right through our fingers.

(chuckling)

But I really don't
think the boy did it.

I tell ya one thing,

if I was keeping a young,
good-looking woman

and she started
steppin' out on me,

especially with a younger man,



I'd be madder than hell.

I don't know I'd be
mad enough to kill her,

but somebody was.

What do ya think?

( jazzy upbeat theme playing)

( smooth saxophone
theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

MAN: This is the
lobby. Hobson speaking.

Get up to 1102 right away.

There... There's a
woman screaming for help.

Something terrible has happened.

Hurry!

(intercom buzzing)

That's it. Charlene!



Charlene!

CHARLENE: What?

You organized my desk again.

Looking for these?

Yeah. Yeah.

I guess when you get a
certain age, that's it, huh?

Dad, I've been
going over our books.

Good. We're doing very well.

You want a raise? No.

Vacation?

No.

Remember telling me
about when you were a kid

and that boy lost his overcoat?

Yeah.

And you gave him yours.

Yeah.

Why don't we do that again?

Charlene, it's summertime.

Well, what I'm trying to say

is that I think we should
take a case for nothing

every now and then.

We do. When?

Every now and then.

Dad, uh, you've heard about
this boy, Kevin Meredith,

who was arrested
for killing his girlfriend.

Yeah.

I just had a long
talk with his mother.

Charlene, the public
defender's office will do a fine job.

I used to be one of them.
I can speak for them.

He'll get a great defense.

His mom said he was advised

against even trying
to go to college.

They said he wouldn't make it.

Well, he's been
holding down two jobs,

and he's an honor student.

She said she
hoped it wasn't true,

but she heard the Matlock
office only worked for money.

She said he never
owned an overcoat.

( playful theme playing)

So tell us what happened.

(clears throat)

We'd been, uh, making love.

I went into the bathroom
to take a shower.

When I came out...
there was a knife.

I picked it up and, uh...

Joanne was dead.

Did you see anybody,
or hear anybody?

Anybody hate her?

She was wonderful.

Everybody liked her.

Well, somebody didn't like her.

And right now the police
and the DA think that's you.

I loved her.

I'm sorry, Kevin, but
that's not a defense.

Then what the hell is?

Did Joanne have some money?

I mean, judging
from her address...

Her family was rich. Why?

Uh, did she help you
out now and then?

I never took anything from her.

She was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

I loved her.

And if you think anything else,

you can just get out of here.

Mm-mm.

Well, that's some
temper you got there.

I hope it won't be
the death of you.

(sighs)

Joanne believed in me.

She believed I
was gonna make it,

be somebody.

That's part of why I
loved her so much.

(voice quavering): She believed
in me when nobody else did.

She believed in me.

( melancholy saxophone
theme playing)

Well, come on, son.

Your arraignment's
in half an hour.

Well, good morning, Lloyd.
How's everything in your life?

Morning, Ben.

You are always up, aren't ya?

Well, I'm in a trade I like
and I got another winner.

Ha-ha. Your clients ever guilty?

Not if I can help it. Ha-ha.

BAILIFF: Superior
Court 3 is now in session.

The Honorable Judge
Carter Addison presiding.

All rise.

( suspenseful theme playing)

We'll, uh, start with the
private counsel cases.

The State v. Meredith.

Benjamin Matlock for
the defense, Your Honor.

Defendant has been
advised of his rights,

waives reading
of the indictment,

pleads "not guilty,"
requests a jury trial.

Time is waived.

How would September
28th, 9 a.m. be, counselor?

Fine with me, Your Honor.

Agreed.

Oh, Mr. Matlock, I'd like
to see you in, uh, chambers

when I'm finished here.

Of course.

Thank you so much
for defending my son.

We'll give it our best shot.

( melancholy saxophone
theme playing)

I know.

Uh, Phil, I know, but the
cat is now out of the bag.

What...?

Wh... Uh, look, so
it's not a surprise.

I'll tell ya what,
I'll act surprised.

All evening, I promise.

All right. I'll see ya then.

I'm sorry, Ben.

Some of the boys
were gonna surprise me

with a party at the Windsor.

Celebrating my tenth
year on the bench.

My clerk just let it slip.

Ten years?

Has it been that long?

As of tomorrow.

Boy, the years go by.

Too fast.

Whew.

I remember when we
both had brown hair.

(chuckling)
That's right. Well...

(laughs): Oh-ho!

The old Law Society
picture from school.

I remember a lot of those guys.

You never did join, did you?

No, I never was
much of a joiner.

I remember, you
were a hard worker.

Didn't you...? Weren't you
holdin' down a couple of jobs?

(chuckling): Well, it was
either hold down a couple jobs

or not go to school.

(chuckles)

I always admired you, Ben.

(normal voice): Yeah?
I never knew that.

Sit down.

I wanted to talk to
you... Off the record.

Yeah.

You know, uh, Paul
Devereaux's boy, Dale.

Passed the bar last
year and naturally,

Paul's gonna take
him into the firm.

Oh, I'm a strong
believer in nepotism.

So is my daughter Charlene.

(both chuckling)

Well, anyway, Dale doesn't
have a lot of courtroom experience

and it occurred to me
this, um, Meredith case

might be good practice for him.

Well, he's very bright.

I mean, he'll do a good job.

Uh... you're asking
me to step aside?

Well, just to help
Paul's boy out.

Oh.

Well, Carter, um...

I f... I feel I have
an obligation, here.

I... I-I know it would be good
practice for Paul's boy, but...

I've already accepted the case.

I know Paul's boy would
do a good job, but I...

I just... I-I... I feel
like I should stay on.

Well, it was just a thought.

Ah, sure, sure.

Hey, listen, happy tenth. Ha.

( ominous theme playing)

It's strange. It's very strange.

I mean, if it had
happened on the street,

it would be strange.

But in his chambers,
it's very strange.

You're talking
to yourself again.

Get this: Carter Addison
calls me into his office

and asks me to step
aside on the Meredith case

and give it to Paul
Devereaux's boy.

Dale. Yeah.

Dale?

Isn't that strange?

Never heard of a judge
doing anything like that.

Hello, people.

Hey, Tyler.

Tyler, I've been lookin'
for you all morning.

Well, I've been busy getting
my fall wardrobe together.

You just got a new wardrobe.

A man in my position

cannot afford to be
five minutes out of style.

What position is that?

I have been nominated

Young Atlanta
Businessman of the Year.

Who nominated you?

Me. You?

Yeah.

Oh.

And it's within the rules.

And if I win, the local
financial community

will open its doors and
its checkbooks to me.

Now, what's the case?

Kevin Meredith, pro bono.

There's no fee?

Well, look at the publicity.

Young Atlanta Businessman
of the Year with a heart of gold.

Anyone ever tell you
that you are funny?

Absolutely.

Coming?

Wouldn't miss it.

( playful theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

Tyler. Lieutenant.

Hello, Ben. Charlene.
Hello, Rupert.

We about done here, Ben.

Oh, good.

You wanna visit with
the building manager?

Don't you trust our lab, Ben?

Oh, they're good.

They're just not lookin'
to help Kevin Meredith.

( eerie theme playing)

Hey, Tyler.

There's no fingerprints in
the bedroom to speak of.

They're all smudged.

Look at that.

It's a burn spot.

Look at that ashtray.

Isn't that a
pipe-smoker's ashtray?

Yeah, you can see where the
bowl sits right in there and there:

Check that for prints, huh?

Mm-hm.

Look around and see if
you can find some tobacco.

There's a cognac
bottle in the kitchen.

See if it's got any prints.

You got it.

Hm.

Ben, the building manager
was reasonably cooperative.

Mm.

Now, he said Joanne Leigh
lived here for six months.

Paid for the whole
year in advance.

Thirty-two thousand dollars. Mm.

Now, I'm wondering how a
student could afford $32,000.

Kevin said her
people have money.

Manager told me her
mother's been calling in here.

Wanted to get Joanne's
car so she could sell it.

Sell it?

She lives over in Hastings.

She works as a
chambermaid in a hotel.

He said she's the
only family Joanne had.

Oh, he also told me that when
Joanne first moved in here,

she got two sets of keys.

Then about two months ago,

about the same time
she started seeing Kevin,

she asked for
another set of keys.

So, uh, if Kevin
Meredith didn't kill her,

then somebody came in
while he was taking a shower

and did.

Maybe whoever got
that other set of keys.

Yeah.

You know, I can't get over

Carter Addison asking
me to step aside on this.

I mean, I can understand
a lawyer asking a judge

to step aside for
cause of prejudice,

but a judge asking lawyer,
don't you think that's odd?

Yeah, it is.

Ben, I didn't find
any fingerprints

on that cognac bottle.

I did find this:

A pipe cleaner and some tobacco.

Oh, no.

This city kills me. I...

Here's a street where
absolutely nothing's happening,

and you can only
park here for an hour.

I told you to read the signs.

How many parking spaces
did Joanne Leigh have?

She was assigned two, but there
was some construction going on

in the garage so
she was down to one.

So whoever was visiting
her had to park on the street.

Kevin Meredith
doesn't have a car.

Check all the parking
tickets issued around here

in the last two, three months.

Parking tickets?

Yeah.

All of 'em?

Yeah.

If somebody was
keeping Joanne Leigh

and didn't wanna be
seen, he might have been

parking around here.
He might have been

like somebody else I know
and gotten a lot of tickets.

Ben, you got any idea
how long that's gonna take?

With the Young
Businessman of the Year,

probably a heartbeat.

Wanna drive over to Hastings
and visit the girl's momma?

Yeah.

You drive. Why?

'Cause I'm the senior partner

and I just got a
ticket and everything.

( playful theme playing)

Keep your eyes on the road,

stay in the speed limit,

and no rock 'n'
roll on the radio.

I'm taking you
back to the office.

( quiet dramatic theme playing)

I don't think you
understand my anger,

how I feel, or anything at all.

Well, I-I-I'm sure you've
had a terrible loss, Mrs. Leigh.

My loss happened
a long time ago.

You mean, when your
daughter left home?

I was glad she
wanted to go to school.

First she'd come
home on vacations

and then she stopped
comin' home at all.

She'd go home with her friends.

She never liked it
here in Hastings.

(chuckles)

Hated it.

So she left.

Can I sell her car?

I'll see what I can do.

We'll need you to
testify at the trial.

You're working for
the boy who killed her.

We think somebody else
may have done that, Mrs. Leigh.

Uh, it seems that there was
someone else in Joanne's life.

Oh, you mean the man
who was keeping her.

Did she say who it was?

No. No. And I never asked.

All I know is that he
was some sort of big shot.

He paid for her school.

Oh, we'd like you to
tell the court about this.

You mean, go to Atlanta?

That's right.

Hm.

Well, maybe.
Maybe I could do that.

I got expenses if I do.

Travel, a place to stay.

How much?

Five.

Five thousand.

(stammers)

It's not our policy
to pay people

for telling the
truth, Mrs. Leigh.

I'm sorry.

This is your subpoena.

Requires your presence in court.

( solemn theme playing)

CHARLENE: Hi, Ben.

(knock on door)

Oh, hi.

What do you make of it?

Well, she's tough.

But I think she was really
hurt when her daughter left her.

Huh. (intercom buzzes)

Yes, Sarah.

Okay.

For you on 1.

I'll take it in the office.

Ben, I went through
all the parking tickets

for Joanne Leigh's neighborhood.

I got a couple
singles, a few doubles

but nobody had a
lot of parking tickets.

Nobody, huh?

And you were wrong

about it taking me a heartbeat.

It took me a lot of heartbeats.

Well, whoever was keeping her

had to park on the street

and he had to have
gotten some parking tickets.

I don't know what to tell you.

You know...

if a person's got the juice...

he could fix a ticket
and make it disappear

as though it never existed.

Did you know that?

Yeah, I knew that.

I don't know the
details about how...

( playful theme playing)

(sighs)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(inaudible)

Come on, fellas, we
haven't got much time.

Evening, Carter.

Well, hello, Ben, what
are you doing here?

Oh, sometimes I
get the wanderlust.

Buy you a drink.

Ah, well, it's a little late.

Oh, just one.

They got something
here very special.

Two Le Noir Napoleon cognacs.

Well, uh, let me
say goodnight, then.

Ha. Okay.

(slow jazz song
playing on piano)

(inaudible)

Well... Ha, ha, ha.

Here's to dandelion season,
or whatever season it is.

(chuckling)

Mm.

Mmm. Yeah, I used
to come here a lot.

They used to have jazz in here.

Oh. Yeah.

Remember those great dance
bands used to come through

and play dances at school.

(chuckling)

Remember the
name of that... That...

That one small band
with the funny name.

Snooky something.

Snooky Sandwich
and the Slippery Seven.

(laughing): Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You used to be a good dancer.

I did okay.

You still step out
once in a while?

Once in a while. Yeah.

Good, huh? Mm.

Yeah. Interestingly enough,
I found a bottle of this

in Joanne Leigh's apartment.

Uh, who?

Joanne Leigh,
that murdered girl.

Oh, yes, yes.

I really am glad I didn't
step aside on this case.

It's fascinating. It really is.

There's a lot I don't know,

but I got a lot
of things I think.

I think... I think she was
being kept by an older man, I...

I think he smoked a pipe
and drank this same cognac.

I don't know that he killed her.

But he could have.

You know, felt threatened
over her relationship

with this Kevin Meredith.

Mm-hm.

We're checking parking
tickets around her building,

around 23rd and Highview.

In fact, I got one there myself.

(chuckling)

(chuckling): You did?

I... I don't suppose
you could fix it?

Well, I think not, Ben.

Ha, ha. I was just joshing.

Well, I better get home.
My wife's by herself.

Big day tomorrow.

Ah, for me too,
Carter. For me too.

Thanks, Ben. Yeah.

Good night.

(groans)

(piano music stops)

( ominous theme playing)

Anything? Nothing good.

No blood?

No blood.

Damn. I thought we were
gonna get him tonight.

Well, it's not strange that
Carter Addison asked you

to step aside anymore, is it?

No. Tell you one thing,

he thinks he's covered
his tracks pretty good.

He's as cool as the
center seed of a cucumber.

Ben, the judge's tobacco
from the restaurant

matches the blend I found
in Joanne's apartment.

Good.

No blood in the car, huh?

No blood.

Well, maybe he
cleaned up before he left.

Cleaned up? Where?

I don't know.

But he would have
had to have done it

before he even got in his car.

(tsks)

(clears throat)

You know, there's a...

There's an apartment building

that's just across the
street from Joanne's.

And maybe, when
he first suspicioned

that she was
stepping out on him...

Or, that is, having somebody in.

He might have gotten
the use of a place there.

Well, that would explain why
the parking tickets stopped.

The police said her
shutters were open.

Oh, Dad. You mean, he
got a place in that building

so he could watch Kevin
and Joanne make love.

Uh, maybe for weeks.

Well, let's just say that, uh,
maybe he was checking to see

if what he thought was
happening, was happening.

Mm.

You better find it.

Find what?

The apartment he was
using, if there was one.

Ben, there's probably
50 or 60 apartments

with a view of Joanne's windows.

Now, you can bet Addison
didn't use his real name.

Maybe he didn't even
rent the place himself.

( playful theme playing)

LLOYD: Were at your security
desk when the phone call came in?

MAN: Yes, sir. I was.

LLOYD: To the best
of your recollection,

would you tell the
court what the man said.

I believe he said, "Get
up to 1102 right away.

"A woman's screaming for help.

Something terrible
is happenin'."

What did you do?

Well, I got up there right
away and rang the bell.

When no one
answered, I let myself in.

Was anyone there?

Joanne's young friend.

I call you attention
to People's Exhibit 3.

Do you recognize this?

Yes. He was holding
it when I came in.

Was anyone else
in the apartment?

No, sir. Just him.

Is that man presently
in the courtroom?

Yes, sir, he is.

Would you identify him?

He's right over there.

LLOYD: Let the record show

that the witness
identified the defendant.

No further questions.

Any cross-examination?

Ah, Mr. Hobson...

how long have you worked
at your apartment building?

Ten years, since the day
they opened the doors.

You know all the tenants?

Every last one of 'em.

Down to the kids and the
dogs. Even the dogs. Ha.

I bet they know you.

Yes, sir, they do.

You know, something
seems strange to me.

You testified that a man
phoned you and said:

"Get up to 1102 right away."

But he didn't call you
by... By your name.

He didn't say, "Harry,
get up to 1102," did he?

No, he didn't.

But Harry is your
first name, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Did you recognize
the man's voice?

No, I didn't.

Mr. Hobson,

uh, are there house
phones in your building?

Yes, sir, there are.

Is there one on every floor?

That's right.

So...

someone could have
called from a house phone

rather than one
of the apartments.

Isn't that correct?

Objection.

Relevancy.

Your Honor, I'm
attempting to show

that to call the security guard,

a person does not
necessarily have to be a tenant.

Anyone could have come
in off the street and done it.

Sustained.

But, Your Honor, if someone
other than Kevin Meredith

killed Joanne Leigh,

then that person could have
used the house phone in the hall.

Mr. Matlock, don't
make me repeat myself.

The objection is sustained.

Your Honor, may I
approach the bench?

Counsel.

Your Honor, defense
is attempting to show

that someone else had access
to the dead woman's apartment

and that phone.

Counsel for the
defense is indulging

in totally unjustified
speculation.

This is a capital crime,

and I ask for the widest
possible latitude for my client.

Mr. Matlock, you
have made your point.

Now, I will say,
for the last time:

you will confine
your examination

to the issues at hand.

Now may we get
on with this, please.

Something else, counselor?

No.

Not yet.

Is defense ready to proceed?

MATLOCK: Yes, Your Honor.

I call Claire
Leigh to the stand.

Is Claire Leigh present?

Your Honor, this witness may
not have answered our subpoena.

May we take a brief recess

while we try to learn
of her intentions?

Court is recessed
for 30 minutes.

We haven't met.

I'm Joanne Leigh's mother.

They're waiting for
you in court, Mrs. Leigh.

Well, I thought
we should talk first.

Mm? Why is that?

Joanne told me all about you.

That's not possible.

I didn't know your daughter.

(chuckling): Look.

You and I don't have
time to play games, here.

In a few minutes, I'm
gonna be on that stand.

And I know plenty
about you and Joanne.

But I'll keep my mouth shut
if you make it worth my while.

( lonely saxophone
theme playing)

If you think I'm bluffing,

you're gonna be real sorry.

Real sorry.

Okay.

Wait, wait.

(sighs)

Mrs. Leigh,

you were Joanne's mother.

Yes.

And you're a woman
of modest means.

I worked hard all my life.

But your daughter lived
very well here in Atlanta.

She has a wonderful apartment
and lots of pretty clothes.

I was real proud of how well
my Joanne had done for herself.

Would you explain to the court

how a student with
no family support

could afford all this luxury?

Well, she worked
for it, of course.

MATLOCK: How did
she support herself?

CLAIRE: As a model.

She was very beautiful.

I have scrapbooks full
of her pictures at home.

But modeling wasn't the only way

she got money, was it?

Yes.

As far as I know.

MATLOCK: Are
you telling this court

that your daughter paid for
this luxury apartment herself

by modeling?

Yes.

Mrs. Leigh, you're under oath!

Objection!

Counsel is harassing
his own witness.

Sustained.

Your Honor, I'm allowed

to examine my own
witness any way I choose,

especially if I'm
surprised by her testimony.

And right now I
can guarantee you

I'm flabbergasted by it.

Mr. Matlock, may I remind you

that in this courtroom,
you may not harass

a witness under
any circumstances.

Now you may proceed.

I urge you to use
caution and restraint.

(sighs)

Thank you for your
advice, Your Honor.

(sighs)

Mrs. Leigh...

do you recall having
a conversation

with my daughter a few days ago?

Yes, I do.

Do you recall stating then

that your daughter
was being kept

by a powerful man?

No.

Isn't it true you said this man

made it possible
for your daughter

to live very well?

You're trying to trick me.

And didn't you say this same man

made it possible
for your daughter

to come to school in Atlanta?

Why are you telling these lies?

My baby would never...

(sobbing): Never take
money from a man like that.

She was a...
sweet, wonderful girl,

and now she's dead,
and I know who killed her.

He did!

She told me.

She was scared to
death of his temper.

She said she was trying
to break it off, and...

And he threatened her.

And now she's
dead and... (sobbing)

He's the one who killed her.

(Claire continues sobbing)

( ominous theme playing)

No further questions.

Court is adjourned until
tomorrow morning, 9 a.m.

All rise.

(door opens, closes)

Is counsel ready?

Your Honor, may I
approach the bench?

Mm.

What is it, Mr. Matlock?

I'll get right to
it, Your Honor.

Defense intends
to call His Honor

as its next witness.

I have no, uh, information
relevant to this case.

Mr. Matlock, do you
realize the implication

of your intention?

I'm afraid I do, Your Honor.

But I have an obligation
to present evidence

that I believe will be helpful

to my client's defense.

I think this is a complete waste

of the court's time
and the state's money.

Your Honor's testifying
could mean a mistrial.

Then we'd have to start
this whole trial all over again.

That doesn't make any sense.

I have a sincere
belief that Your Honor

may have knowledge of facts

that may shed some
light on this case.

My duty is to Mr. Meredith,

not to the state treasury.

I'll, uh...

I'll see both counsel
and the court reporter

in chambers.

And I don't believe that
I have any information

to help your client,

but I understand your position.

And, uh, we all appreciate
what a mistrial will cost us

in terms of time and money.

Now, Judge Cooksey is available.

And if you and Mr. Burgess

will agree to Judge Cooksey

presiding over my examination,

I think we can put this
matter to rest, Mr. Matlock.

If you can show that I know
something important here,

then I'll agree to step down

and a mistrial will be declared.

If you can't, then I
will retake the bench

tomorrow morning.
We'll finish this case,

and send it to the jury.

Mr. Burgess?

It's unusual, but
the state agrees

if Mr. Matlock does.

Defense goes along
with your proposal.

BAILIFF: All rise.

( dramatic theme playing)

Your Honor...

defense has just been
presented with new evidence

that's important to our case.

May we take a brief recess

to prepare for our next witness?

All right, this
court will recess

until 2:30 this afternoon.

(bangs gavel)

( ominous theme playing)

(elevator dings)

the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,

so help me, God.

COOKSEY: Please be seated.

Mr. Addison,

do you know Mrs. Claire Leigh?

Are you referring to
defense's witness?

Yes, I am.

I don't know her personally, no.

You are aware that
she is the mother

of the deceased, Joanne Leigh?

I believe that
was her testimony.

Have you had any occasion

to discuss this case
with Mrs. Leigh?

(chuckling): Absolutely not.

Isn't it true that
you met with her

this morning after she
testified in your court?

No, I did not.

And at that time,
didn't you give her

an envelope containing $15,000?

Objection!

The witness already testified

he never met with the woman.

Sustained.

Did you know Joanne Leigh?

No.

Never met her? Mm-mm. No.

(sucks teeth)

Mr. Addison, let me
ask your opinion here.

If there were a condominium...

(Matlock clears throat)

and its ownership
were in question...

That is, it were in a lawsuit.

Could that condominium
be impounded by the court?

Yes.

So that neither party
involved in that lawsuit

could enter that condominium?

Yes.

Now if this condominium

were impounded by the court,

would it be difficult

for someone in the court...

Say, a judge like yourself.

To obtain a key to that
impounded condominium?

Uh, this is
getting a little, uh,

hypothetical for
me, Mr. Matlock.

Is counsel about
to come to a point?

Well, Your Honor,

I'm just trying to establish

that it would
not be difficult...

In fact, it would
be quite simple.

For a judge to obtain a key

to an impounded condominium.

Now... are you familiar

with a condominium building

at 437 Highview Street?

No, I am not.

Let me refresh Your
Honor's memory.

This condominium building

is directly across from
the apartment building

where Joanne Leigh lived.

Mr. Matlock, I
have already stated

I am not familiar
with this building.

Now, I agreed to testify
based on your assurances

that I would be a
material witness.

So far you have
demonstrated nothing.

Maybe this might clarify it.

From this condominium building,

with a pair of binoculars,

a person can look right into

Joanne Leigh's apartment.

Which is what the killer did

while he watched and waited

for his chance to murder her.

Would Mr. William
Bryan please rise?

Now this condominium building

is occupied primarily
by retired people.

Mr. Bryan is a former member

of the Atlanta
Police Department.

Do you recognize him?

No, I do not.

You didn't see Mr. Bryan there

this morning when you
were in that building?

I have... I've never
been in that building.

I suppose...

we could have Mr. Bryan
testify that he saw you

in that building, but
then that wouldn't prove

that you killed
Joanne Leigh, would it?

(crowd murmurs)

COOKSEY: Order!
Order in the court!

Matlock, I warn you,

making these
unsubstantiated charges

is contemptible.

Mr. Addison, I don't make
unsubstantiated charges.

You see... this morning...

when you went back
to that condominium...

When Mr. Bryan saw you.

To remove your clothes

that you had left there till
this whole thing was over...

you didn't remove your clothes.

They were replacements
that were placed there

by my associate,
Mr. Tyler Hudson.

These are your clothes.

( ominous theme playing)

This is your raincoat.

See Joanne Leigh's blood?

These are your gloves.

Your hat, your shoes...

which I place into evidence now.

Carter...

you were one of the best
and one of the brightest.

I'm truly sorry
it's come to this.

No further questions.

LLOYD: Your Honor,
rather than a mistrial,

prosecution moves for dismissal.

COOKSEY: Case dismissed.

(bangs gavel)

(cheers)

Congratulations,
congratulations.

Ben, congratulations.

Thank you very,
very much. Good job.

(crowd chatters indistinctly)

We can't thank you enough.

If you want to thank
someone, thank her.

Your daughter
would be very proud.

( tender theme playing)

Well, shall we dance?

Where to?

Back to the office.

Somebody around here's
gotta make some money.

( jazzy upbeat theme playing)

( jazzy upbeat theme playing)