05x10 - The Biker

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REPORTER: Well,
thank you, Susan.

This is Brian Clayborn,
your entertainment editor,

coming to you live from
the new Rialto Theater,

where Nicky Tower
is due to arrive

virtually any second
now, for the premiere

of his new movie, which,

like many of his films, was
sh*t right here in Atlanta.

And, right now, I do believe

he is coming up
here, and... yes,

Nicky has arrived, as you
can tell from the crowd reaction.

(excited chatter, shouts)

Hey!

Hey, Atlanta, love you!

You're great!

(excited chatter,
shouts continue)

You're the best!

We'll see if we can get a
word with him right now, Susan.

(slow-motion rumbling of engine)

(distorted g*nsh*t)

(distorted g*nshots, gasps)

MAN (distorted): Get down!

(people shouting)

CLAYBORN: Oh, my God!

Did you see that?
Someone on a motorcycle

just pulled up and
sh*t three sh*ts

at Nicky Tower.

Nicky Tower is down.

Security guards

from the theater
are attending to him.

Uh, back to you, Susan and Bill.

Oh... (quietly): No.
No, no, no, no, no!

Get over!

(grunting)

(car door closes)

MAN: Ben!

MATLOCK: Well, Sherman.

How you doing?

Good to see you, Ben.

Boy, this is a switch.

Usually when we
run into each other

you're the one wearing the robe.

(Matlock chuckles)

I need an attorney, Ben.

Uh... actually, my son does.

Well, why does he need a lawyer?

They think he k*lled someone.

He didn't.

Believe me, he'd
tell me if he had,

just to see the look on my face.

Oh, you didn't...
didn't, uh... get along.

That's an understatement.

Sandra and I were
divorced when he was nine.

I didn't see much of
him; I was very busy.

You know how it is.

I know I wasn't
much of a father.

This time, I'd like
to be there for him.

Well, did, uh, did
they arrest him yet?

He's in the lockup downtown.

Could you at least
talk to him, Ben?

Oh, well, y-yeah.

Yeah, I-I could do that.

I guess I better...
put on some britches.

(chuckles) All right,
Sherman, I'll put on...

(clears throat) them
britches in there.

I'll be, uh...

(Matlock continues muttering)

So... you're Sherman
Lockwood's son.

That's right.

Who are you?

I'm a lawyer. Ben Matlock.

(snickering)

Oh, man. (sniffs)

My father didn't tell
you about me, did he?

Well, that's all right.

He's real good when it
comes to passing out judgment.

When it comes to telling
the truth, very mediocre.

No, he told me.

And he wants more than anything
to make up for past mistakes.

He's asked me to represent
you, and I'm willing to try.

Can you get me off?

I don't know.

I'm willing to try.

No promises. I'll try.

Yeah.

(lighter lid snaps)

How are you at it?

- At what?
- Telling the truth.

Try me.

Why are you in here?

Somebody riding a bike
like mine k*lled Nicky Tower.

I used to work for him, so
the cops think it was me.

That's it?

(sighs) Whoever
did it used my g*n.

Oh, you own a g*n.

Yeah, I own a g*n.

It's legal, it's registered.

Police found it?

Yeah, couple of blocks away
from where Nicky was k*lled.

You didn't like him?

I liked him fine
till he fired me.

Now the cops are
trying to make a big deal

out of this fight we had.

Fight?

Yeah, we had a fight.

He fired me for nothing, man.

When?

Day before the m*rder.

MATLOCK: Mm.

Alibi?

I was riding my bike.

By yourself?

- (pounds table)
- By myself!

Is that all right by you?!

You're in a lot of trouble,

and if you don't realize that,
you're in even more trouble.

Now, if you want
me to try to help you,

take that cigarette
out of your mouth,

put your feet down, sit up
and talk to me like a man,

and quit acting like a jackass!

(sighs)

JULIE: Now, Ms. Williams,

you were Mr. Tower's
personal assistant for how long?

For eight years.

And were you in his
employ when he hired

the defendant, Cliff
Lockwood, to be his bodyguard?

- Yes, I was.
- How long ago was that?

That was two months ago,

right after Mr. Tower
arrived here in Atlanta

to begin prepping
for his new film.

Would you describe
for us the circumstances

under which the
defendant was hired?

Well, Nicky literally hired
him right off the street.

(shouting, jeering)

(woman laughs)

(in distance): Probably
got fake tattoos!

MAN: Hey, come on.

Come on, just one joke.

It's my birthday.

Listen, pal, I'm fresh
out of birthday jokes.

Well, a-any joke, then. Come on.

Excuse me, Mr. Tower

would just like to
go home, all right?

MAN: Hey,

I paid $ . to
see your last movie,

and you know something?

It stank!

You owe me, Mr. Hollywood star.

CLIFF: Stay here.

Hey, hey, hey.

I got a joke for you.

Why'd the turkey cross the road?

Uh... I-I don't know.

Because he was about to get
the stuffing knocked out of him.

(man laughs nervously)

Hey.

Thanks, pal. That was great.

Did you ever think about
doing that for a living?

What, tell jokes?

(Nicky laughs)

I like this guy.

Hey, how'd you like
to be my bodyguard?

- WOMAN: Nicky...
- I'm serious... if people see

a biker, they're gonna run first
and ask questions later, right?

- Yeah, why don't, uh...
- Well, what do you think?

Want a job?

No.

I sure do need one.

Got a deal.

MS. WILLIAMS: He
hired him right on the spot

without even so much
as asking him his name.

Nicky loved doing
off-the-wall things like that.

Were you also present
when he fired the defendant?

Yes.

Would you describe that for us?

Well, Gary Benton,
the producer of the film

Nicky was going
to start sh**ting

here in town had arrived,

and they were going over some
set sketches in Nicky's room.

There aren't sets;
these are cages.

Who the hell designed these
things anyway, Jiminy Cricket?

Nicky! These are just sketches.

You'll love the
sets, believe me.

I'll tell you what I
believe... It's money again.

It's your damn chintzy budgets.

Why don't you just film
your stupid budget, all right?

Put that up on the screen,
see how many people come.

Nicky...

- I want to talk to you, Nicky.
- Cliff!

I just found out!

Cliff, get the hell in here!

You're gonna pay
for this, dirtbag!

GARY: Look, I don't
know what your problem is,

Miller, but you're this close

to being laid off, permanently!

Later, Nicky.

That guy's nuts!

Cliff!

- Where is that slob?
- (door opens)

Man, what's
happening? You call me?

Only about a hundred
times, you idiot.

- Where have you been?
- You sent me out

for hamburgers, remember?

That was hours ago!

There was a line.

You like waiting in line?

Why don't you try the line
at the unemployment office?

You're fired, bozo!

What goes around
comes around... bozo.

You happy?

How many times
prior to that incident

did Mr. Tower
express anger toward

or dissatisfaction
with my client?

Well... uh, there...
MATLOCK: times,

six times or none?

None that I'm aware of.

And during this
one isolated incident

that you described,
did my client

ever actually
thr*aten Mr. Tower?

Well... Did he?

Not in so many words, no.

Thank you.

So, Mr. Bonzer,

how many years have you
been selling motorcycles?

Opened my shop in -and- .

Did you ever sell a
motorcycle to Mr. Lockwood?

Over the years,
I've sold him several.

What was the make and model
of the last bike you sold him?

Claymore Hyperglide.

Was it like this one?

Exactly like that one.

Are you sure about that?

OFFICER: The motorcycle he
was riding was identical to that one

in make and color, I'm positive.

How far from the Georgia
state border was Mr. Lockwood

when you pulled him over?

Less than ten miles.

Did he happen to mention
where he was going?

Said he was going cross-country.

Did he say he was on the
way out of the state of Georgia?

That's what he told
me; yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

No further questions.

JUDGE COOKSEY:
Mr. Matlock, cross-examine?

MATLOCK: Yes, sir. When you
arrested my client and told him

that, uh, Nicky Tower
had been m*rder*d,

uh, how'd he react, surprised?

He seemed surprised, yes, sir.

How'd he act?

He didn't like it.

He, uh, was very agitated.

He used a lot of profanity.

Yeah. Well, when you
put the handcuffs on him,

how'd he react?

Well, he tried to resist,
but I had a hold on him.

Uh-huh. Did, did he
try to fight or run away?

Oh, I had a hold on him.

Just answer the question.
Did he try to fight or run away?

No, sir, he didn't do that.

Thank you.

The defendant will please rise.

Mr. Lockwood, I find that
sufficient evidence exists

to bind you over for trial

for the m*rder of
Nicholas Tower.

This matter will be set
for trial in Department

of the Superior Court
on the th of February.

This court is now in recess.

You got a light, hotshot?

WOMAN: Excuse me.

(Matlock and Cliff sigh)

Now let me get this straight.

You say after your
argument with Nicky Tower,

you jumped on your bike
and you just started riding?

That's right.

That means you must
have been on the road

for close to hours,

so somebody, somewhere,
had to have seen you...

Hopefully, at the
time of the m*rder.

What about waitresses?

No.

Motel clerks?

I ate out of vending machines
and I slept in the woods.

- MATLOCK: Here.
- CONRAD: Great.

That stuntman Steve Miller,

why was he so mad
at Nicky that day?

No idea. (sighs)

They get along?

Yeah, Steve supervised

the stunts on Nicky's
last three movies.

What about, what about
that, uh, producer, uh,

(muttering): see what it says...

Yeah. Gary Benton.

They argued all the time.

CONRAD: About what?

I don't know, man.

Production stuff, I guess.

I was always in the other room.

I couldn't hear.

MATLOCK: We're going to work.

The next time we
appear in court,

kinda clean
yourself up a little bit

and try to get some
different clothes, got it?

(Matlock groans)

Yeah, I got it.

STEVE: So why you are
representing the little creep?

Uh, it's, uh, it's personal.

So you were mad
at, uh... what was...?

- STEVE: Nicky.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I was mad at
him. As a matter of fact,

if Gary and Renee
hadn't been there,

I'd probably
punched his lights out.

- How come?
- He lied to me.

He said that if I gaffed
four pictures for him,

he'd let me direct.

Then, after doing it,

found out he'd been pumping
sunshine up my you know what.

Is that why you weren't at
the premiere that next night?

How do you know I wasn't there?

Well, your-your name
was on the guest list,

but you never
picked up your ticket.

(Steve groans)

Well, last thing I
wanted to do was look

at that little geek
for two hours.

MATLOCK: Mm.

(Steve huffing, grunting)

So, uh... what did you do?

I stayed at home.

You got a family?

I'm divorced.

Oh. So you were,
you were by yourself.

That night I was, yeah.

MATLOCK: Huh.

(Steve grunting)

Does that hurt?

Use it or lose it.

MATLOCK: Yeah.

MAN: Careful over there!

Looks like you lost it.

Yeah. (chuckles)

Yeah, you lose it in my line
of work, and you're history.

(grunting with effort):
Speaking of history,

I hear you did all that
incredible motorcycle stunt work

in Daredevil's Alley.

Yeah, that was me.

I don't do bike work anymore.

- It's too dangerous.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I imagine it
is. (chuckles quietly)

(muttering quietly):
Yeah, I guess...

Yeah, I guess would be.

Yeah, that...

(sighs)

Around the side there.

MAN: Look, the star is
dead, so the picture's dead.

What can I tell you?

Call my secretary when
you get back to L.A.

We'll do lunch, okay?

Yeah, all right, ciao. Ciao.

Jackie! Yo, Jack.

You want to tell your
guys that the picture's over?

No goldbricking!

I said no overtime
and I mean it!

- JACK: Come on.
- CONRAD: Mr. Benton?

Who are you?

Conrad McMasters.
I'm a private investigator.

I'm not interested.

Excuse me?

PI's are box office poison.

Try one of the networks.

I work for Ben Matlock,
Cliff Lockwood's attorney.

I need to ask you some
questions if I could, please.

Oh! (chuckles)

I'm sorry.

People are always
coming up to me and trying

to sell me the rights
to their life story:

cops, doctors, teachers,
lawyers, dentists.

Uh, I understand that you and
Nicky Tower used to argue a lot.

We argued constantly! (scoffs)

I'd budget something at
$ , , he had to have $ , .

I'd get him the $ , ,
suddenly he needed $ , .

It was one continuous battle.

So, it wasn't, it wasn't
anything personal?

No, no, no, of course not.

No, Nicky and I... all things
considered... we got on famously.

So then why didn't you go to
the premiere of his new movie?

'Cause it wasn't my movie.

(chuckles)

I was only here to
prep my new picture.

And what'd you do that night?

Uh, I ate dinner at the hotel,

made some calls, read the
trades; you know, the usual.

Well, thank you for your time.

Sure.

Representing Cliff
Lockwood, huh?

I don't get it.

Hey, you know, actually,

actually, a lot of the
experiences I've had

would make a pretty good movie.

If I could leave another...

Ah! Buh-buh-bye-bye.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

(keypad beeping)

RENEE: Of course he
was difficult; he was a star.

And stars aren't necessarily
on the same wavelength

as the rest of us.

That's what makes them special.

Yeah, I hear he ran you ragged.

Here you go.

That was my job. I didn't mind.

Did you, did you know

that he... he
promised Steve Miller

a sh*t at a picture?

Who told you that?

Steve Miller.

Nicky never did any such thing.

I said he was
special, not stupid.

I thought you said he
liked to do the unexpected.

If you're trying to pin his
m*rder on Steve Miller,

that is fine with me.

I think the guy's
a first-class leech,

but we both know
your client k*lled Nicky.

He's a bum,
Mr. Matlock, a loser.

Back in my wilder days, I
had a boyfriend just like him.

He was a biker.

All he wanted to do
was ride his motorcycles

and hang out with his buddies.

He was lazy and shiftless
and violent, just like Cliff.

I tried to warn Nicky, but
he wouldn't listen to me.

Is this you?

Yes.

I, uh, I went into the theater

to make some last-minute
seating changes

when I heard the sh*ts.

Actually, I didn't even know
that they were sh*ts until...

I came out a couple of minutes
later and I... I saw a body

(voice breaking):
lying on the ground.

When I saw that it was Nicky...

I loved him, in case
you hadn't guessed.

Hey.

Got your message.

What's up?

Well, I don't know.

Nobody I've talked
to has anything nice

to say about our boy Cliff.

Yeah, me, too.

The call him bum, creep.

One of 'em said right
out that he k*lled this, uh...

- Nicky.
- Yeah, yeah.

But this Steve Miller lied about
the argument he had with Nicky

the day before the m*rder.

His alibi isn't
very good either.

So what are you
doing, following him?

You don't think
it's a good idea?

Yeah, okay, I'll take over.

Where's he at, in
the bar over there?

No, he's in the shop next to it.

You gotta be kidding.

No, wait! Ben, don't!

No, Ben, no, no! Let
me drive, all right?

Let me drive.

- He's-He's-He's pulling out!
- Wait!

Ben, you're not very
good at this. Don't!

(tires screeching)

(chuckles)

MATLOCK: Who's that?

- Ben, you're too close.
- No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. He's
gonna see you.

No, he won't.

He ju... He just did!

STEVE: I don't believe this!

Oh!

You following me?

Just want to ask you a
couple more questions.

No way! Get out of here!

CONRAD: Don't... don't I
know you from somewhere?

Get back inside. Hurry up.

No, wait. Didn't I see
you at the courthouse?

Vicky, I said go back inside!

CONRAD: You were at Cliff
Lockwood's hearing, weren't you?

Were... STEVE: Damn it!

I'm sorry, Daddy, I had to go.

I had to see the
man who k*lled Nicky.

CONRAD: This is your daughter?

Why don't you just get lost?

You knew Nicky?

Hey, you don't
have to answer him.

Would you rather I subpoena her

and have her
answer in open court?

I was in love with him.

He's the father.

Why don't you...

uh, go inside, and we'll
see how that new blouse fits.

At first, she told me that it
was, uh, a boy from her school.

And then when I
found out the truth,

I wanted to k*ll
the little letch.

But I didn't do it.

I was here visiting
Vicky when he got sh*t.

Oh, why don't you ask her.

It's her grandmother's house.

(engines revving)

(engines stop)

CLIFF: Hi.

Hi.

Me and the homeboys are
gonna take a little road trip.

Just wanted to say good-bye.

When you coming back?

I'm not.

I don't stand a
snowball's chance in hell

in that courtroom,
and you know it.

You don't stand a
snowball's chance in hell

if you leave.

Well, thanks to you and
my old man for all your help.

He and your justice system
are perfect for each other.

I gotta tell you something.

I don't give a merry
damn what you do.

Good.

You leave... you got no chance!

You stay, you
might have a chance.

A chance at what,
going to prison?

That ain't gonna happen.

(engine starts)

(engines fade into distance)

Good riddance.

CONRAD: He just took off?

MATLOCK: Like a bat

out of hell, as the saying goes.

You talk to his father?

Yep.

He said if I dropped the
case, he'd understand.

Are you going to?

Oh, yeah.

But if you drop the case,
he's gonna go through

the rest of his life
thinking he was right.

About his father,
about the system...

about you.

Well...

Oh... Haven't you
ever been wild?

No, not much.

Mama wouldn't let me.

(chuckles)

I'm glad.

Well, I have.

I used to get drunked up, fight.

I had a bike.

Jail?

Yeah.

Fight and disorderly.

What turned you around?

My father told me if I didn't
stop my troublemaking,

I was gonna wind up in
a place worse than hell.

He told me he loved me,

he cared about me... Yeah?

Yeah, then he hit me right
here as hard as he could.

(chuckles)

And then what?

I saw... the man knew
what he was talking about.

(chuckles): Yeah.

(sniffs)

So what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Don't know.

Case is only a
couple of days away.

Could be in Mexico, Ben.

Yeah.

Well... maybe you
better get going.

Oh, oh, oh.

By the way, Gary Benton wasn't

in his motel room the
night of the m*rder.

A parking attendant
remembers bringing his car up

at : and then parking it
for him an hour or so later.

Huh.

You know where he went?

You got a motive?

The word is that the film
that Gary was prepping

was a surefire b*mb.

Evidently, Nicky Tower took
a script that everyone loved

and then rewrote it until
it was a piece of garbage.

(chuckles)

You think that's what all the
arguments were really about?

Uh-huh. According to the
crew, this film was so bad

that if it had been released,

it would've destroyed
Gary's career.

Well, I'll be dogged.

Huh.

We'll have to keep
that one in mind.

(Conrad laughs)

(Matlock mutters)

I'll see you.

Yeah... (mutters)

You know, you're right.

I don't think I was in my hotel.

Oh, I was out getting dinner.

Where?

Uh, I don't remember right off.

(chuckles)

I go to a lot of places.

You know, I'm still looking for a
decent restaurant around here.

Oh. (chuckles)

I can't wait till this
trial thing is over,

so I can get back to L.A.

Yeah.

Uh...

what-what, uh, what
happened to the, uh, movie

you came here to produce?

Defunct.

It was tailor-made
for Nicky Tower.

With him gone,
studios aren't interested.

I hear it was
gonna be a stinker.

(chuckles): W-Well...

well, it wasn't gonna win
any Oscars, that's for sure.

But, uh...

But it worked out
for the best, didn't it?

I mean, the studio
had Nicky insured

and you're out from under
a project that might have

made you a laughingstock
back in, uh, Hollywood.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Ida Clayton,
please pick up the house phone.

Nicky Tower may have been
a pain in the neck, Mr. Matlock,

but he was a friend of mine.

And his death was
a great loss to me.

In fact, I shouldn't be talking
to anybody but my shrink,

so if-if you don't mind, I'd...

W-Well, wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait a minute.

I-I found a biographical
sketch on you in the library.

Uh-huh.

Did you know that you're in
Who's Who in the Film Industry?

Of course I am.

And-and-and the sketch said that

one of your hobbies
is racing motorcycles.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

(laughs)

Well, the guy that does my
publicity tends to exaggerate.

I don't race them, I ride them.

- MATLOCK: Uh-huh...
- Occasionally.

And only the little ones.

WOMAN (over P.A.): The
success motivation seminar

will be taking place at

: p.m. tonight
in the Empire Room.

The seminar is
open to the public,

and details are available
at the concierge desk.

Why don't we ask
that girl to join us?

What do you mean?

That girl.

Hi!

I'd rather not.

(chuckles)

You want me to talk
with her by myself?

(sighs)

You want to know where I
was when Nicky was m*rder*d?

I was with her.

She was upset.

You see, Nicky...
got a little kinky.

(clears throat)

H-How upset was she?

She said she was
going to sell her story

to the National Informer.

Ooh. Ooh.

So you paid her off, huh?

Look, you're not,
you're not gonna

tell anybody
about this, are you?

I mean, the public adored Nicky.

People would be
devastated if they found out.

And it wouldn't
exactly do wonders

for my reputation either.

I-I don't understand something.

Why didn't you just quit?

Because they were
paying me $ ,

plus two percent of the gross.

Oh.

(chuckles)

Ben, it's me.

Hi. Any luck?

Yeah. I'm in a bar

on Highway
just south of Griffin

called The Corral.

Cliff and his pals are inside.

Don't let him leave.

What do you mean
don't let him leave?

Hello?

It's all yours.

(quiet chatter, laughter)

Who's going with me now?

Huh? Oh, baby.

Who's coming with me?

(ignition sputtering)

(ignition sputtering)

That guy, uh, right there...

All right.

Give them up.

What are you talking about?

My plug wires, that's
what I'm talking about!

- I don't have them.
- Where are they?

- What are you talking about?
- Get him, Sonny.

Get him out of there.
Quick, get him out of there.

You don't mess with a
man's bike, you hear me?!

You don't mess
with a man's bike!

Think about it, man!

If I find you, so will the cops!

Oh, yeah?

(grunting, shouting)

Teach you not to
mess with a man's bike.

(car horn honking)

Look out.

Get out of the way!

(car horn honks)

Well, look who's here.

Easy, easy.

- Watch it!
- Hey!

Watch it!

Get in the car.

I'm not going
nowhere with you, man.

Either you go
with me in that car

or you go to prison
with the cops in theirs.

That courtroom crap of yours
doesn't work for people like me.

Get in the car!

You just leave me alone.

Quit acting stupid
and get in the car!

Stupid?

Yeah, stupid!

You're getting
back at your father

and everything he
represents... Law, reason.

That's your problem.

Whether you k*lled
that fella or not,

unless you face trial, you're
going to prison surer than hell.

I don't know what you call
that, but I call that stupid!

How do I know
you can get me off?

You don't.

But I'm the only sh*t
you got right now.

Get in the car.

Get in the car!

CLAYBORN: Right now, I
do believe Nicky has arrived!

- (cheering) -As you can
tell from the crowd reaction.

People taking pictures
for their photo albums.

- Here you go.
- We're gonna see

if we can get a word
with Nicky right now.

If we can get in here...

(g*nshots, people screaming)

CONRAD: Ben.

- In here.
- Oh, my God,

did you see that?
Someone just rode by

- on a motorcycle...
- Hey.

(TV stops) How
about a nice, fresh

piece of hot apple pie?

Oh, great!

(tape rewinding)

Thanks.

How'd you know I'd still be up?

The trial's in two days; you
don't know who the k*ller is...

I knew you'd be up.

I got a notion.

Just a notion?

Well, it's pretty good though.

CONRAD: Are you gonna tell me?

- What?
- What the notion is.

CLAYBORN (on video): Oh, my God!

Look at that.

Get in here.

(g*nshots, people shouting)

MATLOCK: Why
didn't I see that before?

We've still got two days.

Huh. Great.

Yeah.

All right, man, how do I look?

You look like a winner.

Well?

BONZER: Yes, that's right.

I sold him a bike
just like that one.

A Claymore Hyperglide.

Thank you, Mr. Bonzer.

JUDGE: Your witness.

Uh, Mr. Bonzer...
(clears throat)

I'm going to show you
something, uh, which we'll identify

as Defense Exhibit K,

and which the
prosecution has stipulated

belongs to my client.

His Claymore
Hyperglide motorcycle.

(engine rumbling,
people gasping)

WOMAN: Yeah!

(people whooping, shouting)

- (engine rumbling loudly)
- Objection!

- What?
- Objection!

JUDGE COOKSEY: Mr. Matlock!

Have him turn that thing off!

Hey, Chester! Turn it off!

(engine turns off)

JULIE: Your Honor,

I object... to these
cheap theatrics.

MATLOCK: Well, you said I could

bring the motorcycle
in the courtroom.

I said bring it
in, not ride it in!

Your Honor, I... I
apologize for-for the noise,

but I-I had to do it in order
to get my next point across.

All right.

Proceed.

(sighs): Oh, thank you.

Now, Mr., Mr. Bonzer,

why is this bike so noisy?

You got dual exhaust.

Dual exhaust. D... Oh. Yes.

Two exhausts.

There's one right
here and one right here.

Yeah. Yeah, two.

Now... (clears throat)

how-how... that's the bike
the m*rder*r was riding.

How many...

how many exhaust pipes
on... on that motorcycle?

I can't tell from that angle.

Uh-huh. Okay, how about here?

Fast-forward, yeah.

That angle.

- Single exhaust.
- Single exhaust.

In other words, the bike
my client owns is not the bike

the person who sh*t Nicky
Tower is riding after all, is it?

Nope, it sure isn't.

Thank you.

JUDGE COOKSEY: Cross?

Mr. Bonzer, isn't it
possible that Mr. Lockwood

could have installed those
dual pipes after the m*rder?

- Nope.
- Why not?

'Cause I installed
them pipes myself

a good six weeks
before the m*rder.

Oh.

The prosecution
rests, Your Honor.

(clears throat)

JUDGE COOKSEY:
Mr. Matlock, call your first witness.

Uh, defense calls Ms.
Renee Williams to the stand.

JUDGE COOKSEY:
You may be seated.

MATLOCK: Uh, wh-when you learned

that my client didn't have
any liability insurance,

you insisted that he
get some, didn't you?

Yes. Well, he wasn't exactly

what I would call a
responsible citizen.

I didn't want Mr. Tower
to wind up getting sued

for an accident which

- your client had caused.
- Mm-hmm.

Who paid for the policy?

Mr. Tower did.

Who did the actual paperwork?

I did. Handling his
financial matters

- was part of my job.
- Mm-hmm.

My client had to describe
his motorcycle in every detail

on that insurance form
application, didn't he?

- I believe so, yes.
- Yeah.

You took...

that description to a
shop down in Macon

the day before the m*rder

so you could rent a bike
exactly like his, didn't you?

(laughs): I did
no such thing, no.

Of course, you didn't use
your real name, you paid cash,

wore big sunglasses and
a red wig, but that was you

that rented a Claymore
Hyperglide motorcycle

from Rory's Motorcycle
Shop on the th,

and returned it on the
st, wasn't it, Ms. Williams?

- No, it wasn't.
- Course...

course there's...
one-one thing happened.

My client put those dual
exhausts on after he filled out

the application form.

See, that's unfortunately
a little detail you missed.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You insisted he register
all his firearms, didn't you?

Yes.

So you knew he had a g*n.

Well, yes, but...

You could've stolen that
g*n, sh*t Nicky Tower with it,

and everybody would
think my client had done it.

- That is not true.
- Objection!

This is pure speculation.

Mr. Matlock has yet
to prove any of this.

Sustained. Mr. Matlock,
I strongly suggest

you move on with
another line of questioning.

Uh, yes, sir. Boy, that's
a beautiful bracelet.

Ooh, look at that.

MATLOCK: Whew!

Nicky Tower gave
you that, didn't he?

Yes, he did.

And-and-and on the underside,
there's an inscription, says...

says: "T-To my only love,
with love forever. Nicky."

Right?

- Yes, there-there is.
- Yeah.

There is.

He gave a bracelet just
like that to somebody else.

And we traced it to a
jeweler in Los Angeles.

Nicky Tower bought

not one, not two, but
of those bracelets.

You were in love
with him, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

(clears throat)

My client overheard
the fight you had with him

when the bill for
those bracelets

accidentally came
across your desk.

You were furious, weren't you?

And when you heard
the two of them fighting...

My client and Nicky Tower...

You rented that
motorcycle, stole his g*n,

waited in the alley the
night of the premiere

until the right moment,

then roared by
on that motorcycle,

sh*t Nicky Tower
three times, rode it into

the back of a waiting
van parked in a garage,

changed as quickly as possible,

got back down to the
street, over the body,

so you could have your
picture in the paper, all...

- for revenge.
- (laughs): No!

JULIE: Your Honor, Your
Honor, he's doing it again.

Mr. Matlock seems incapable
of telling the difference

between conjecture and proof.

I-I have proof, Your Honor.

Overruled.

MATLOCK: There were,
uh, a lot of photographers

taking a lot of
pictures that night.

Among them... Robby
Atkins, there in the front row.

See? There he is on the screen.

He was trying out a...

a new telephoto camera
his uncle had given him.

And... according to these...

This is... This here
is-is... blowups...

of one of those pictures.

Pass those around.

There you go, sir.

And as you can see... (chuckles)

that lens did beautifully.

I mean, even in blowup here,

the image is razor-sharp.

It is so sharp...

that you can see the reflection

in-in the window in the
building across the street

of a person sitting
astride a motorcycle

in the alley next
to the theater.

It's the k*ller...

just before she
puts... her helmet on.

Look here. Look, look.

You can even see
the g*n in her hand.

See it there, right
by the helmet?

That is you... isn't
it, Ms. Williams?

JULIE: Your Honor, in
view of these developments,

the prosecution
moves to dismiss.

(Cliff grunts)

I can't believe it,
man... You got me off.

Innocent people are
supposed to get off.

SHERMAN: Cliff?

Congratulations.

Thanks.

SHERMAN: Ben, thank you.

I don't know how I
ever can repay you.

Well, why don't you and Cliff
go somewhere and talk it over?

Something... new and
good might come of it.

Anywhere you want to go.

Maybe we could talk.

(sighs) Sure, okay.

Thanks, dude.

Hey, where's he going, man?

We gotta celebrate.

Uh, he's gonna celebrate.

What do you say, Matlock?

Need a lift?

(laughter, cheers)