Matlock (1986–1995): Season 1, Episode 23 - The Reporter - full transcript

When a house blows up and a body is found which appears to be that of the owner. The police investigate and think that the man's wife is a suspect. When she is arrested, a reporter tells Ben about her and when he offers to defend her, the reporter hopes to get a story. When they look into the man's background, they discover a lot of irregularities. And even the neighbor saw some peculiar things on the night of the explosion.

( upbeat jazzy theme playing)

(typewriter clacking)

(telephone ringing)

(computer printer buzzing)

(office ambience)

(doorknob jiggles)

Hi, sweetheart.

How'd it go with you today?

Swell, and you?

Great.

I closed the store early



and I went for a jog.

Glen?

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

But you're drinking,

and you haven't had
a drink in nine months.

I've just had a couple.

Now, why don't you
have one with me?

No.

(doorbell rings)

I'll get it. No, I'll get it.

Surprise.

How you doing, Glen? Hi, Laurie.

Hi, Michael. Why didn't
you tell us you were coming?



Didn't know myself.
Last-minute sales meeting.

What's been going on
here? You look like hell.

Well, thanks a lot.

Have...? Have you been
hitting the booze again, Glen?

I... I thought you
were all over that.

GLEN: Once in a while.

Once in a while?

Hey.

Let me take this bum
out for a few hours.

A little talk, a little dinner.

I'll straighten him out.

Okay.

I'll have him back
in mint condition.

Let's go, you bum.
I'll buy you dinner.

(door closes)

( mellow theme playing)

(radio static hums)

(jazz music plays)

(door closes)

Laurie?

I'm in here.

Could you tell me, please,

when, uh, your big
sister gets home?

Because, uh, I want
to apologize to her.

And tell her how
much I love her.

( romatic theme playing)

(phone rings)

(groans)

Mm.

Don't answer it.

Mwah.

Could be important.

Hello?

Yes?

Oh, no.

Uh-huh.

Yes.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Yeah. Thank you.

What's wrong? Oh...

The burglar alarm at the shop.

That was the security guard.

They want me to go down
there and meet the police.

(sighs)

Sweetheart,

why don't you go
back to sleep, okay?

I will be back as soon as I can.

Uh, you... You did
hear me, didn't you

when I said that I loved you?

( dramatic theme playing)

(door opens, closes)

( dramatic theme playing)

(car brakes squeal)

(car doors open, shut)

(men talking indistinctly)

(brakes whine)

(tires squeal)

(police radio squawking)

Hold it, ma'am.

That's my house.

Where's my husband?

I'm sorry. Please,
just step back.

Glen?

Mrs. Palmer, can I
speak to you a minute?

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

No.

Is it Glen?

Tell me it's not Glen.

They took him to the
morgue a few minutes ago.

No.

No.

No.

Are you Mrs. Palmer?

Would you come with me, please?

Hey, lieutenant.

Who are you?

Dan Abrams for the Examiner.

Mm-hm. Well, later.

(crying)

Watch your head, please.

(car starts)

(siren wails)

( dramatic theme playing)

Now, Mr. Harper,
about this robbery,

you were the only
eyewitness, is that correct?

Yes, sir.

Now, you've testified

that you saw a soldier

running from the
Humbolt cement plant

at 11:30 at night.

Is that correct?

It certainly is.

Now, just how
dark was that alley?

Not so dark

that I couldn't see the
soldier running away

carrying the payroll sack.

He wasn't holding it up so high

you couldn't see his face?

No, sir.

How's your eyesight?

Twenty-twenty.

And you were how far away?

About, um, 30 yards.

And that's the gentleman
you saw, right there?

Yes, that's him.

Would you stand up, sir?

And you, please, sergeant.

And you, sir.

And you, sir.

You sure it wasn't one
of these gentlemen?

Yes, I am.

Mr. Harper, making a
positive identification

is one of the
most difficult things

any of us can do.

The gentleman at
the defense table

who you identified as the thief

is not the defendant,

Sergeant James Norris.

That gentleman
is Sergeant Norris.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Mr. Matlock,

can I speak to you for a minute?

Sorry, I don't have a minute.

What about right now?

I'm on my way to the men's room.

This is very important.

So is this.

Whew.

Mr. Matlock,
everything they have

on her is circumstantial.

You could drive a truck
through their whole case.

Well, that may be true, Mr...

What did you say your name is?

Abrams. Dan Abrams.

Well, I appreciate your
good opinion, Mr. Abrams,

but I'm gonna have to decline.

I'm leaving town in the morning.

What for?

Matter of fact, I'm
going on vacation.

Vacation?

But Laurie Palmer's
about to be set up

for a crime she didn't commit.

There are other lawyers
in Atlanta besides me.

Good ones too.

Not as good as you.

I don't know how strenuously

I wanna argue with
you on that, Mr. Abrams,

but the fact remains...

Mr. Matlock, I'm a writer.

I'm writing a piece on you.

A profile for the
Sunday Supplement.

For the last six weeks,

I've done research
on Ben Matlock.

I believe you are a
great fighter for justice.

I know you take cases
sometimes for pay,

or because something
interests you,

or when clearly
there's an injustice.

And, sir, clearly there's
been an injustice here.

Fifteen minutes,
that's all I'm asking.

Allow me to write this profile

on a great man who, in truth,

uses the law for right.

Please.

Where is she?

BROOKS: She had the opportunity.

The house was locked, dead bolt.

Only somebody with a key

could have started the fire,

gone out and locked the door.

The only people with keys
were her and her husband.

Next, the m.o.

Well, gas escaping

from both the oven
and the hot-water heater.

You try and tell the
jury that's a coincidence.

Want a motive?

Half a million dollars
life-insurance policy

on the husband in her name.

Like it so far? Not much.

Well, how about this?

There's no record
of any alarm going off

in her shop that night,

so there goes her alibi.

Ben, we got her, open and shut.

Sure looks like.

Can I see her?

Help yourself.

This won't take long.

So, I... I waited and I waited,

and nobody came.

So I went home.

Oh, do I have to
talk about this?

No one saw you
while you were waiting?

No, nobody saw me.

I mean, I... I don't think so.

I don't know.

Try to remember.

Mr. Matlock, Glen is dead.

You're gonna have
to prepare a defense.

(cries)

I loved him so much.

Nobody can do
anything about that now.

How can this happen?

Let's see what we
can do about you.

SAWYER: Bail is denied.

Defendant is
remanded to custody.

The preliminary hearing is set

for the, uh... The 16th
in this department.

(gavel bangs) I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Yo, Ben.

Ben.

Mr. Matlock, could I
have your autograph?

What are you talking about?

(laughs)

"Matlock has grown so successful

"that he now limits his practice

"to defendants of murder cases.

"He refers to his
clients as, quote,

"'An exclusive club,

"'but one you
wouldn't wanna join

if you can help it " unquote."

Let me see that.

(laughs): How about that, huh?

They spelled your name
right and everything.

( dramatic theme playing)

You set me up.

Everything I said was the truth.

"Fighter for justice
wherever there's injustice,

uses the law for the
right." You set me up.

Why didn't you tell me
you're just another reporter

looking for a story?

I didn't tell you I like
strawberry ice cream, either,

but what I said was the truth.

I do want you on this case

and that story's
legitimate news.

Damn it, you used me
just to get a headline

for this story.

I'm on her side as
much as you are.

You are gonna
represent her, aren't you?

I ought to represent
suing your hind end off.

I'm a reporter. I
was on that story,

I was at the fire,

I was there when she came home.

I'm the one that told her
her husband was dead.

I was there when
they arrested her.

You have notes?

Sure, I have notes.

Let me see them.

What for?

I'm gonna need all the
information I can get.

I want the story.

No. Don't worry.

I won't publish anything

that'll jeopardize your case.

No, not a chance.

You promise?

Not one word without my okay?

As long as I get
the story first,

I don't mind waiting
a while to publish.

All my notes, right here.

What do you say?

MICHAEL: Oh,
that's right, honey.

Probably at least another week.

The police are
still talking to me,

and then the trial.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Love you too. Bye.

Sorry, my wife works
nights as a nurse.

If I don't talk to her
now, she's asleep,

and then later, I'm
out with customers.

Well, maybe you'll
get together later on.

Oh, I hope so.

I'm tired of looking
at myself in the mirror.

(both chuckle)

Tell me about, uh,
your brother's marriage.

Well, I'll be real honest
with you, Mr. Matlock.

I'm not crazy about
my sister-in-law.

But Glen married her and, uh,

she's in enough trouble

without my
shoveling dirt on her.

Yeah.

Well, tell me what you know.

Things have a way of popping up.

Well, I'll tell you something

I didn't tell the police.

My brother was
going to divorce Laurie.

She said they were
crazy over one another.

He was going to leave her.

Glen said that?

The night he...

The night he died,

we went out to dinner together.

He said he wasn't
happy with her.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He was going to
leave. It was finished.

And you think
she killed him then

because of that?

Couple hours later, he's dead.

Well.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Where'd you first
meet your husband?

Glen moved to Atlanta
about a year ago,

and a friend of mine
worked at his office.

She introduced us.

You ever meet his family?

(sighs)

No.

Just his brother Michael.

I'm having a hard time
getting a personal history

on your husband.

What do you mean?

Well, there's no personnel
file on him in his company.

Personnel director told me

the company president
hired him directly.

Yeah, uh, I think that's right.

What else do you know about him?

We didn't have any secrets.

Other than his brother,
have you ever met

any of his family
or old friends?

No, why?

Well, somebody
killed your husband,

so somebody had a motive.

Then it would sure
help to look into his past.

I don't know.

Did you talk to his
brother Michael?

Mr. Matlock?

Yeah?

Where are you headed?

I thought I'd take a
look at the crime site.

Come on, I'll give you a lift.

Okay.

Here it is.

You're kidding.

This is my car.

(laughs)

Does it run?

I work for a major newspaper.

When I have to be somewhere,
I have to be somewhere.

Of course it runs.

(chuckles)

I don't believe this.

Believe it, it's a good car.

Okay.

Gotta reach in
through the window.

Oh.

(car starter grinding)

(backfires)

(engine revs)

ABRAMS: I think I
may be on to something.

MATLOCK: About your car?

No.

Laurie doesn't seem to know

too much about her late husband.

Neither does anybody else.

There's no personnel
file at his company,

which is peculiar enough.

But something's just
not right about him.

The diploma on his office wall

says he graduated
from Michigan State.

You wanna keep
your eyes on the road?

Okay.

The registrar's office
says yes, he was a student.

But the Journalism
department says otherwise.

Road.

Journalism says otherwise, huh?

There's a certificate
in his office

that says he won a top award,

but the story on
the award that year

says it was won
by somebody else.

Well, maybe it's
just poor journalism.

There's a lot of
that going around.

He wasn't in the
yearbook, either.

Road.

You know what I think?

Something not kosher
about our corpus delicti.

(sighs)

(car putters)

(car brakes squeal)

Excuse me, how did this happen?

You don't know about this?

No, I... I just this
second got home.

I work for an airline.

I've been in Paris and Rome,

and I had a two-day
layover in London.

I'm Sally Duncan.

I'm Dan Abrams. I'm a
reporter for the Examiner.

This is Ben Matlock.
He's an attorney.

Hello.

Hi.

Uh, when did you leave?

Last Monday night.

The fire was that night. Oh.

What time did you leave?

About 11:15.

My flight was a
1 a.m. departure.

Did you see anything
unusual, anything at all?

Well, I... I don't know.

Um, as I was getting
ready to leave,

I saw some people
go into the house.

Three men, and, well,

they sounded pretty drunk.

Two of them, anyway.

They were carrying a third man.

It looked like he
had passed out.

Oh.

Did you recognize any of them?

No, it was too dark.

But you know what?

Just as I was leaving in my cab,

I saw them come
down from the house.

Um, they all seemed
to be sober now.

All three of them.

( mysterious theme playing)

What do you think?

I don't know.

Mob hit?

I don't know.

Could be a mob hit.

Yeah.

Yeah, he gets in the way
of some guy in the mob,

it's all over.

What do you think?

I don't know.

Maybe the company
he was working for.

Some kind of
financial malfeasance.

Could be a cover-up.

Could be.

Yeah.

I think it could be a cover-up.

Well, we need to
back up what we think

with something as
mundane as a few facts.

Well, I don't know what it is,

but I'll tell you what I think.

I smell a conspiracy.

MATLOCK: I don't
know about that.

But there is one
piece of evidence

in favor of what you think.

ABRAMS: What? MATLOCK:
Somebody following us.

What should I do?

Go ahead, easy.

Okay, hit the brakes.

(brakes squeal)

(honks)

What did I do that for?

So I could get his
license plate number.

( dramatic theme playing)

See what you can find out

about that car that
was following us.

There's a phone booth.

Use your influence.

I'll be in this divorce factory.

We must get 40, 50 divorces
through here every day.

It's a big-volume business.

Well, surely you
could look it up

as a professional courtesy.

I've handled divorces.

Not many anymore.

Uh, maybe I could refer.

Well, Mr. Matlock, for you.

Uh, let's see here... Palmer.

Paid cash.

Paid cash?

Cash for the complaint
and filing fees.

Most of our clients are on
the easy-payment program.

Oh, another thing.

He wanted it filed
the very next day.

I remember he made
a big deal about that.

Well, that must have
put you under the gun,

grinding all that paperwork out.

Simplicity itself.

Palmer didn't want
anything except out.

(chuckles)

Well, just to make
sure... (sighs)

take a look at this.

Uh-uh.

You don't recognize him?

No, that isn't the fellow
who come in here.

What'd he look like?

Well, he was a
little taller than me,

which would make
him about 5'10", 160,

blond.

I can't thank you enough.

You've been a great help.

You will send some
of those referrals?

Oh, yes. Yes, sir?

Well, our divorcee's
not Glen Palmer.

Yeah? Yeah.

What'd you find
out about the car?

It belongs to a
Delaware corporation.

I'm trying to find
out more about it.

Some kind of holding company.

Some kind of holding company.

(car starts)

So, what do you think?

I don't know. What do you think?

I think it was some
kind of scheme.

Well, I keep thinking about

what that flight
attendant told us.

About the three guys?

Yeah.

See, two guys go into the house

like they're supporting

another guy, a third guy.

And then a short time later,

three guys come
walking out of the house.

What if the guy who
was being supported

into the house was
not the same guy

that came walking
out of the house?

What if Glen Palmer
was not the guy

who was being
supported into the house?

What if Glen Palmer

was one of the three guys

that came walking
out of the house?

Oh.

A switch.

That's some theory. Yeah.

Road.

( dramatic theme playing)

(knocks)

Afternoon, Ben.

Hello, Lewis.

You here on business?

I don't come to the
morgue for fun, Lou.

(both chuckle)

I'm just here getting a
little expert testimony

for the Palmer case.

Oh, how's it going?

Fair.

What are you doing here?

I thought the medical examiner

was supposed to be on the
golf course in the afternoon.

Well, Ben, sometimes work
interferes with my pleasures.

Oh, Lewis, a man should
never allow that to happen.

Oh, I fight it, Ben. I fight it.

Oh, yeah.

(chuckles): Take
care, now. You too.

Thank you.

Uh, what'd you find out?

Not even a close call.

These aren't remotely
the same teeth.

You sure? Absolutely.

For one thing, I put a bridge in

for Mr. Palmer less
than a month ago,

and the deceased in
there has perfect teeth.

Oh. Thank you for
coming down, doctor.

I'm gonna need
you to testify in court.

Oh, I understand.

ABRAMS: Okay, Harry, okay,

but I need this right away.

Stay on it.

Well?

It's not Glen Palmer
in the morgue.

You're kidding. Who is it?

Where's Palmer?

Beats me.

Wait a minute.

I get it.

Insurance fraud.

She does three years,

he comes out of the woodwork,

they both go flying to Rio

with half a mil from the policy.

Danny, if she goes to prison,

she won't get the money.

Well, what's it all about then?

I don't know,

but there are gonna be
some very surprised people

in the courtroom tomorrow.

Wait a minute, we don't
know who's behind all this.

That's right.

But what about the three guys?

Who were they?
Especially the one of them

who burned in the
fire? Who was that?

I don't know.

That's for the Atlanta
Police Department

and the examiner to find out.

Well, you've been
a big help, son.

I don't understand.

You're telling me
that Glen is alive?

It certainly seems that way.

Well, where is he?

Is there anything about all this

you haven't told me?

No.

What is going on?

We will find the answers.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Hi, Harry.

You got it.

Treadway Corporation.

Listen, thanks. I owe you.

Right, bye.

Your editor wants to know
when the story's gonna be ready.

It's almost ready.

Here it is. Treadway
Corporation.

What am I supposed to tell him?

Tell him he'll get
it when it's ready.

Are you telling me
that my brother's alive?

That this is all some
elaborate scheme

to defraud an insurance company?

Glen would never
do something like that.

May I quote you on that?

Damn right you can.

Look, I lost my
brother in that fire,

and I think that
wife of his killed him.

Mr. Palmer,

where would Glen go
if he wanted to hide?

How the hell do I know?

Did he have a favorite
South American country?

I think you better leave.

You're a local sales rep with
the Treadway Corporation.

Would you mind explaining
why a Treadway car

was following
Mr. Matlock and me?

Get out of here.

I bet if I call the
Treadway Corporation,

I'd find out it was your car

that was following us.

I said get out of here.

You're in this with
your brother, aren't...?

Thanks for your cooperation.

What do you wanna do about him?

Now, Dr. Randolph,

you were Glen Palmer's
dentist, weren't you?

Uh, yes. Yes, I was.

And in that capacity,
I asked you to bring

your x-rays of his teeth
to court with you today.

Did you do that, sir?

I've got them right here.

These have been shown
to counsel, Your Honor,

and I ask that they be
marked Defense Exhibit D

and entered into evidence.

SAWYER: So ordered.

Dr. Randolph, did
you have occasion

to visit the county morgue

and examine the
remains of the body

found in the Palmer home?

I did.

Would you tell the court

what you learned
when you compared

your dental records
of Glen Palmer

with the remains?

I examined the
teeth of the deceased

against my x-rays
for Glen Palmer.

They were a perfect match.

Say that again.

I positively identified them

as being those of Mr. Palmer.

Dr. Randolph,

when we were both at the morgue,

you told me the remains

were not Glen
Palmer's, didn't you?

PROSECUTOR: Objection.

Mr. Matlock is cross-examining
his own witness.

I'm hearing a
different testimony

than I heard at the morgue.

Overruled.

Mr. Matlock, you may proceed.

Didn't you tell me a
different story at the morgue?

Yes.

But you pressed me to say

that it wasn't Mr. Palmer,

but it clearly was.

You didn't tell me

that Mr. Palmer had a bridge,

but the deceased did not?

He didn't have a bridge.

Just look at my x-rays

against the coroner's.

They're a perfect match.

I see.

Then I have one
last question for you.

Who got to you?

Who paid you to perjure
yourself in court today?

Objection.

Mr. Matlock is
grossly argumentative.

Withdraw the question.

I have no further
use of this jackass.

Witness.

( ominous theme playing)

(starts car)

ABRAMS: Mr. Palmer?

Glen Palmer.

I've got a message
from your wife.

She's in a lot of...

Palmer, your wife's on
trial for murdering you!

Shut up. Your
brother set her up.

I said shut up, and I mean it.

Wait a minute. Is
he telling the truth?

Glen, get back to your room.

I'm a reporter. My press
pass is in my wallet.

Get him to show you a newspaper.

Laurie's on the front page.

You promised me Laurie
was gonna to be okay.

She is. Like hell she is.

She's on trial for
murdering you.

Who are these guys?

They're federal agents.

Well, what are
they holding you for?

They're not.

Then let's go. Laurie's
sitting in jail right now.

Glen, there are people out there

looking to kill you.

I'll take my chances.

You can't stop me.

Understand?

You signed the death
certificate, Lewis.

You certified the identity
of those remains in there

as being Glen Palmer.

That's my job.

I know for a fact

those remains are
not Glen Palmer.

Why'd you say they are?

I'm sorry, Ben,
I can't discuss it.

The hell you can't.

I just had an expert witness

perjure himself in court.

First, I thought
he was bought off,

but then I got to
thinking about you.

You had to know it
wasn't Glen Palmer.

Now, I know you'd rather
play golf than work, Lewis,

but I know you can't be bought.

It had to have taken
something else.

Ben, I've got nothing to say.

Michael Palmer
made the identification.

He was the one who
convinced you to lie, wasn't he?

Ben, I can't help you.

You've got to, Lewis.

I don't know what
these people are up to,

but I can tell you
what they've done.

They've framed
an innocent woman.

I know that as sure
as I'm standing here,

but if I can't
prove it in court,

that girl's gonna go to prison

for a crime she didn't commit,

and I'm not gonna
let that happen, Lewis,

and neither are you.

(door opens)

Mr. Palmer.

Yes, Mr. Matlock.

Yeah.

Uh...

I think I have a fair idea

of what's going on.

Really? Yeah.

I want you to
call this thing off,

Mr. Palmer, or
whatever your name is.

I won't allow this
woman to go to prison.

Mr. Palmer, I listened

with real interest just now

while you testified

about your brother's death.

It must have been a
terrible blow to you.

Glen and I were very close.

The only problem
with your testimony,

it was all lies.

PROSECUTOR: Objection.

Counsel is badgering
the witness, Your Honor.

On the contrary, Your Honor,

I haven't even begun yet.

SAWYER: Sustained.

Your name is not
Michael Palmer, is it?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Neither does the
prosecution, Your Honor.

I assure the court
this is most relevant,

and I'll connect
it up momentarily.

See that you do, Mr. Matlock.

You work for the Justice
Department, don't you?

No, I sell paper
goods on commission.

You work for the Witness
Protection Program

of the Justice
Department, don't you?

Not true.

And you set my
client's husband up

with a new identity here
in Atlanta, didn't you?

None of this is true.

And then for some reason,
you needed to pull him

out of this life and place
him somewhere else,

so you staged his death.

No,

and your allegations
are irresponsible.

I'm not out to compromise
your operation.

All I want from you

is a little cooperation
and candor

so that I can get this woman

out from under a
charge of murder

which she did not commit,

and which, in fact,
never occurred.

Mr. Matlock, can you
substantiate any of this?

Yes, Your Honor.

That's what I intend
to do right now.

Would Dr. Weeks please stand?

This is Dr. Lewis Weeks.

Do you recognize him?

MICHAEL: No, I do not.

Is that so, sir?

Didn't you go to Dr. Weeks

and identify yourself

as a government agent?

No, it is not true.

Then you told Dr. Weeks

that you were on a
secret assignment,

and you ordered him not to make

his usual identification tests

on a badly burned corpse,

and to identify that corpse

as one Glen Palmer.

That's a lie.

I warn you, sir,

a government agent
is not above the law,

and I will see you in prison

if you continue
to perjure yourself.

Your Honor, may I
see you in chambers?

Your Honor, I demand the right

to set the record straight

and clear this innocent woman

before that man
leaves the stand.

Well, I see no reason
to stop this examination.

Proceed.

Thank you.

Mr. Palmer,

an employee of the
federal government

has a sacred trust.

You, above all people,
must never break the law.

You know what I think?

I think the Attorney General

of the United States

would never condone
what you've done here.

I don't think your superiors
even know about it.

You took it on yourself
to break the law.

You placed a corpse
in the Palmer home,

and then you burned it.

Do you have any
idea what you're doing?

Then you framed Laurie Palmer.

You took out an
insurance policy.

You filed their divorce.

In the name of justice,

you perpetrated
the greatest injustice.

You took away the liberty

of an innocent person.

We are in a kind of war

in this country, Mr. Matlock,

and you may not like it,

and you may not approve,

but we have to do
whatever is necessary

in order to win.

I've been at this for 15 years,

and I've got the scars to prove

that I put my life on the line

for what I believe in.

And what about you,
Mr. Matlock, huh?

Hm?

Do you care about
the years of work

that you're ruining,

the lives that you're
putting in jeopardy?

Yes, I do.

But people like you

will destroy this country

and everything it represents

in your effort to save it.

Now, let's end this charade.

Glen Palmer's alive, isn't he?

MICHAEL: Yes.

MATLOCK: You work for the
federal government, don't you?

Yes.

And you did stage

Glen Palmer's death, didn't you?

Yes.

One last question.

Why did you allow this woman

to be charged with murder?

I don't think that's relevant.

Answer the question, damn it!

Just once, tell the
truth in this court.

Because it was the most
convincing thing we could do.

Glen was the bookkeeper

of a major drug distributor.

We needed him
for one more trial.

You lied to me!

Glen.

SAWYER: Order.
Order in the court.

Your Honor, I move
that all charges

against my client be dismissed.

The prosecution joins in
that motion, Your Honor.

Motion granted.

Case dismissed.

I will see the witness
and the district attorney

in my chambers in five minutes.

The deputy will take
you out the back way.

Thank you.

Laurie, wait.

Wait, I didn't know what was
happening to you, I swear.

LAURIE: I don't know
anything about you.

I don't even know
what to call you.

Well, you will. I'll
tell you everything.

But most
importantly, I love you.

And I'm your husband.

Yes.

Yes, you are.

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Well, you got your story.

Yeah.

I got a bonus too.

What are you gonna
do with it, get a new car?

Hell, no. I don't
need a new car.

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