All language subtitles for Matlock s08e05 The View

Matlock. M -A -T -L -O -C -K.

Right. No, just one night.

Oh, good.

Okay, well, we'll be there in about an
hour if the traffic's not too bad.

Thanks a lot.

Bye.

Good news, Dad. The Wilmot had a two
-room suite available. This way we can

to the wedding and then the reception.

And we don't have to worry about driving
home late at night.

We'll just take the elevator right
upstairs.

Dad?

What's wrong?

Oh, I just feel awful.

What is it? Do you have a stomachache?

Oh,

I bet Billy put gunpowder in those corn
cakes last night. Oh, I don't think

you'd better go.

I guess I can go by myself.

Oh, I'll feel better once I get there.

Well, can I do anything?

You could torch Billy's house.

Doesn't make me feel good.

All it does is make me burp.

Leave white stuff on my mouth.

I can't hear you.

Now I know I'm sick.

There's a fella down there barbecuing
hot dogs and the thought of eating one

them makes me want to gag.

What'd you say?

I said there's a fella... Never mind.

How you doing?

I don't feel good.

Oh, well, you're hot.

Maybe you shouldn't go down there.

You'll be disappointed.

Well, they'll get over it.

Tell Kim and Shannon I'll come down
later if I feel better.

Okay. Come on. Sit down.

Come on.

Here's the remote. Why don't you watch a
little TV and I'll come check on you in

a little while.

I love you, Pop.

Bye.

Feel better.

Bye.

Hi, Dad.

How you feeling?

Like I swallowed a lemon.

You'll never believe what I saw through
the window just now.

This man was trying to kiss this woman
in the house across the street, Dad.

She slapped him.

I don't think it was her husband.

After all these years, I finally find
out my dad's a peeper.

I wasn't.

Peeping? I was just looking.

I spoke to Dr.

Caswell. He precepts the medication for
your stomach.

Peeping. I'm sorry.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Okay, well, shall we call it a night?

I'm not tired.

Well, I am. I'll see you in the morning.

How about a hand of gin?

Oh, not tonight, Dad. I've really had
it.

Just one.

Okay. But you have to promise not to
yell and throw your cards if you lose.

One time I threw my cards. Just one
time.

I'm not going to lose.

Six,

six, seven, seven, eight, eight, nine,
nine, ten, ten.

So, how was the party?

Well, young love.

Very romantic. That's why I came
upstairs early. I was getting depressed.

You collecting drugs?

Maybe.

It's a lot of points if you're stuck
with them.

Thanks for the tip, Dad.

You

need

all my discards?

No. Just that one.

Gin.

You can't gin that fast.

Well, now, you can't accuse me of
cheating, Dad. You're the one that

Well, you just took three cards.

I had a good hand.

Three cards in your jam.

Wait a second. Wait a second. How many
points did you have in that game? A lot.

Dad. We'll go again. No. We'll go again.
No. Go again. No. Go again. No. Go

again.

One.

One.

Two.

Two.

Oh. In the

world is going on down there.

I don't know.

But that's the house.

I was telling you about last night where
I saw that sign.

Looks like the medical examiner's car.

Yeah, it does.

I'm going down there.

Who died?

Elaine Cameron.

She lived here?

Yeah.

Dark hair, mid -thirties?

Yeah.

The police say she was stabbed in the
back.

I think that's her husband.

He's being arrested.

That's not the man I saw fighting with
her last night.

It's not?

No.

I think they got the wrong guy.

Dad, Dad, this isn't your case. You're
not involved.

Can we go back to the hotel now?

Yeah.

Come on.

Um, let's stop by the district
attorney's office first.

I think you've arrested the wrong man.

I find that very hard to believe.

I was there. Across the street in the
hotel, I could see into the house.

Somebody else was inside by the time
this Cameron fella came home.

Could you identify this individual?

No, no. By the time Mr.

Cameron arrived, the house was dark. But
somebody else was there.

Mr. Matlock, are you aware of the
evidence against... Can I see?

Of course.

Earlier in the evening, when the lights
were still on, I could see. I saw the

dead woman, but she's still alive,
fighting with another man.

She slapped him. He slapped her up
against the wall.

Are you done?

Yes.

Mr. Matlock.

You know that I respect you and your
reputation, but the, uh...

The evidence here is simple, and in my
estimation, it's conclusive.

The murder weapon was a kitchen knife
with prints on it from two people, the

victim and her husband.

No one else.

Two months ago, Philip Cameron took out
a half -million -dollar life insurance

policy on his wife, and most damning of
all, she was having an affair, and he

knew about it.

Somebody ran out of the house just as he
got home.

Mr. Matlock, I wish more people would
come forward and get involved the way

have today, but the evidence here is
overwhelming.

It's a slam -dunk case. Murder won.

Murder's not a basketball game.

Well, thank you for coming by.

Jerk. Yeah.

Come on, Dad, let's go home.

Didn't even listen to him.

You did the best you could.

Let's go see Philip Cameron.

Why? I want to talk to him.

Dad, you're a potential witness in this
case. You can't represent him.

No, but you can.

Did you tell the DA you saw someone in
the house? Yeah, but he's going to

prosecute anyway.

I understand.

He thinks you've got a strong case.

What is happening to me?

Helene and I had this simple, good life
down in Porterville, and nothing has

gone right since we came here. Is that
where you're from, Porterville?

Yeah.

I didn't kill Helene.

I loved her.

Truth is, she was having an affair.

And I was mad, but I was trying to get
her back.

DA's going to say you were so angry
about the affair, you killed her in

collect the insurance money.

No, I never took any insurance out on
her. There was a half -million -dollar

policy on her life.

No, I didn't do that.

No? No.

Why don't you tell us what happened that
night?

The night Elaine died, we had dinner
together.

We barbecued some hot dogs.

What are you, some kind of peeping Tom?

I wasn't peeping.

I just saw you fixed hot dogs, for
heaven's sakes.

Go on.

Over dinner, we decided to give our
marriage another go. She was going to

it off with her boyfriend that evening,
which is why I went to the office for...

I don't know how long.

So that they could be alone.

This fellow look like?

6 '2", slender, brown hair.

Actor.

Wayne Drummond.

Sounds like the fellow I saw fighting
with that night.

I think he's God's gift to women.

Maybe he doesn't like being rejected.

Maybe he took out the insurance, killed
her, and framed you for the murder.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

Want to try and find out?

Let me translate that for you. My
father's asking me if I want to

Question is, do you want me to represent
you?

You bet.

Found your wife in the kitchen?

Yes.

Did she touch the knife?

No.

What floor were you on?

Two. Saw everything?

Yeah.

Do you mind my asking what you were
doing peeping into this house?

I wasn't peeping.

I didn't feel well and I was bored and I
looked out the window.

I wasn't peeping. Peeping.

When this is over, I'm going to sell
this place.

Until then, I suggest you get some
blinds.

There you go.

What is it, Dad?

Hey! Hey!

T -R -I -2 -L -9. T -R -I -2 -L -9.

T -R -I -2 -L -9.

That is your license plate number, isn't
it, Ms. Garber?

What? I say that's your license plate
number, isn't it?

Who are you?

Ben Matlock.

Your car was parked outside of Philip
Cameron's house the night his wife was

murdered. It wasn't my car.

It was there again this morning. I saw
it. That's how I remember it.

I think you're mistaken.

Sure as that cute little nose is on your
face. Your car was there, and I'd like

to know why.

Am I? Am I under some kind of legal
obligation to answer these questions?

No.

Then why don't you just buzz off?

Okay. But you should know, in open
court, they'll hold you in contempt if

don't answer.

Anything about court?

Me.

See ya.

Wait a minute. Where are you going? I'm
buzzing off. Wait.

Wait.

This is really embarrassing.

My boyfriend was having an affair with
Helene Cameron.

I followed him there.

I was so angry that I wanted to go in
there and do something.

I don't know what.

Then I came to my senses and I went
home.

For the night?

Uh -huh.

By yourself?

Your boyfriend didn't come home?

Uh -uh.

His name Wayne?

Yeah.

How did you know that?

Everybody knows that.

I don't want to play chess. Seven,
seven, eight, eight, nine,

nine, ten, ten. Dad, it just upsets you.

Did I throw my cards the other night?

No, but you didn't talk to me for an
hour and a half.

I didn't feel good.

I had a stomachache. I feel better now.

Come on.

Your little winning streak of seven
straight hands is about to come to an

Nine. Nine straight hands. Now, pick a
card.

That's going to fill a nice little hole
right here.

Okay, now isn't this fun?

It's a joy, Dad.

Something tells me

you need this little card.

Bill.

You don't need this little car.

Jen.

You're looking mighty pretty.

Why don't you get out of here? I mean,
fuck.

Now, what do you want?

I'd frighten you. You like that.

You can revolt me. You're staring at me.

You think about me when you get to bed
with that sweet little husband of yours?

I like that. You like to play rough.

Wayne, try to keep it sexy.

Dad?

They were rehearsing that scene.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me, Mr. Drummond.

Hello, my name is Leanne McIntyre. I'm
representing Philip Cameron in the

trial. I was wondering if I could ask
you a couple of questions.

Take five.

Thank you.

Mr.

Drummond, I'd like you to meet my
father, Ben Matlock.

I saw you at Helene Cameron's house the
night she died.

Were you working on this scene?

Yeah. That's her understudy.

I guess that's what made it look like
you were fighting.

The scene.

How much did you see?

Did Helene break up with you that night?

Did she tell you she was never going to
see you again?

We were making plans to spend the
weekend together when her husband went

town.

Who told you she was going to end it?

Her husband?

Is that what he said? He said that he
and Helene were going to put their

marriage back together.

That's a lie.

I loved Helene and she loved me.

She was alive when I left.

Very much alive.

Well, we've taken up enough of your
time. Thanks very much.

You know, there's another way to look at
this.

Maybe Helene asked him for a divorce.

Maybe that's why he killed her.

Maybe I misunderstood everything I saw.

So what do you think?

He grabbed her and tried to kiss her.

She slapped him and then he went for her
and grabbed her again.

That's just what happened in the play.

Where does that leave us?

Someone was in the house when Philip
Cameron came home.

Are you sure?

Yes.

That's all we need.

Ms. Galloway, how long have you lived
next door to Philip and Helene Cameron?

Four years, ever since they moved in.

Did they seem like they were happily
married?

Objection, Your Honor. No foundation
calls for a speculation.

I'll rephrase. Ms. Galloway.

In the last six months, did you witness
any fights between Philip and Helene

Cameron? Oh, yes, I have.

And were you aware of what they were
fighting about?

It was very clear.

Mr. Cameron was very angry. He told his
wife that she would have to stop seeing

another man.

He told her that she was destroying
their marriage and he wouldn't stand for

You say he was very upset and very
angry?

Very.

Thank you.

Chinese? Italian?

What do you feel like tonight?

Wayne, listen.

A lawyer named Ben Matlock came in to
see me yesterday.

What's he want with you?

He saw me outside the Cameron's house.

The night that Elaine Cameron was
murdered.

You were outside the house? What were
you doing there?

I knew about you in L .A.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Wayne, you know I love you.

And I don't want to lose you.

But if you're going to carry on like
this, then I think that we should just

it here, right now, before things get
any worse.

I'd really like to try and make this up
to you.

When we got to the Cameron house, Philip
Cameron said he just got home from

work, found his wife dead.

We did a thorough examination of the
crime scene.

Did you

find the murder weapon detected?

Yes, sir. It was a six -inch carving
knife.

Did you find any fingerprints on the
knife?

Yes, sir, we did.

By the morning, we were able to
establish two sets of prints.

The victims, Elaine Cameron and the
defendant, Philip Cameron.

It was at that time that we placed Mr.

Cameron under arrest.

Thank you.

Nothing further?

Ms. McIntyre?

Ms. McIntyre?

Yes, Your Honor.

Detective Cavallo, did you tell Mr.
Cameron that his fingerprints were on

knife? Yes, I did.

What did he say?

He said it was the only sharp knife in
the house, and he used it to carve three

or four times a week.

Thank you.

Mr. Wygott, the estate rests, Your
Honor.

Is the defense ready? Yes, we are, Your
Honor, and for my first witness, I would

like to call Mr. Benjamin Matlock.

You following Karen?

Yeah, right now she's outside the
Cameron house sitting in her car.

What are you doing in her car?

I give up.

I just followed her here. First she was
with Wayne at the bar.

Then she came here. And right now, all
she's doing is sitting in her car

watching the house.

Anybody in there?

Uh, nope.

Dad, come on. Come on.

Conrad, stay on her. I gotta go.

Kate.

Mr. Matlock, where were you on the night
of Saturday, March 18th?

The Wilmot Hotel.

Situated where?

3231 Oleander Drive.

That's right across the street from 3230
Oleander Drive, the Cameron's house.

That's right.

That night, did you have a clear view of
the Cameron's house from your hotel

window? Yes, I could see directly into
the den.

At around midnight, did you see Mr.
Cameron coming home? Yes, I saw Mr.

drive his car up to his garage.

At that time, did you see anything else?

Yeah, the minute he slammed his car
door, I saw a shadowy figure run from

den and out the side of the garage.

Let me make sure I understand you.
You're saying that someone else was in

house when Mr. Cameron returned home.

I'm certain of it.

Thank you, Mr. Matlock.

brought you to the Wilmot Hotel, Mr.
Matlock? All I know is getting married.

How was the wedding?

I didn't go.

Why not?

I wasn't feeling well.

Well, you must have been feeling pretty
sick to drive all the way from Willow

Springs and then decide not to go to the
wedding.

It was just a little stomachache.

Did you take any medication for this
little stomachache?

The doctor prescribed something.

Something that required a prescription?

Was there any narcotic in it? Something
to help you sleep?

Um, maybe.

How far away do you think your window at
the Wilmot Hotel was from the Cameron's

house? I don't know.

Please, your best guess.

Um, 40, 50 yards.

And while you were peeping from this
window, you saw this shadowy figure.

I wasn't peeping. Objection, Your Honor.

Sustained. Mr.

Weigart, very idea.

Peeping. Mr.

Matlock, Your Honor, you know me.

Dad. He said I was peeping. How dare
you?

May I continue?

Go ahead.

Peeping.

Mr. Matlock, are you sure you saw this
shadowy figure?

Yes.

Was he tall, short, fat, thin, black or
white,

a man or a woman?

You're not really sure who or even what
you saw, are you, Mr. Matlock? I saw

somebody. Let's be perfectly clear about
what happened on Saturday night, March

the 18th. It was dark outside and the
lights were off in the Cameron's house.

You were at least 40 yards away, taking
narcotics which, according to the

prescription, would have affected your
perceptions. And still, you wanted to

believe that you saw this shadowy figure
come running out of the back of the

Cameron's house.

Are you sure it wasn't just a shadow,
Mr. Matlock?

That given the darkness and your drug
state, you weren't just imagining

I saw somebody.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

And I wasn't peeping.

You fight with mailmen on a daily basis?

Well, why don't we take a look?

No!

Thank you.

Give me that.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Dear Helene, I thought writing you would
be better than showing up on your

doorstep and possibly doing something I
would regret.

Wayne will never love you the way he
loves me.

He will use you as he used other women,
but will always come back to me.

Karen.

What did you think you would do that you
might regret?

I wrote her a letter.

She was sleeping with my boyfriend.

Your boyfriend?

Yes. I thought... I didn't kill her.

Well, you weren't at home either.

I was sleeping.

How would you know anyway?

As luck would have it, the smoke alarms
went off in your building. All of the

apartments were evacuated.

You weren't there.

I told you, I didn't kill her.

And where were you?

I have another job at night.

I answer calls on a 900 number.

What kind of calls?

Talking to lonely men.

Sex on telephone?

Yeah.

So when I was driving away that night,
that's where I went.

I was there till about three in the
morning.

Maybe you're just gonna have to pin this
murder on somebody else.

You ever call one of those 900 sex
numbers?

No.

Too expensive?

I don't want to call up somebody and
have them talk dirty to me.

Too expensive.

I went over there today. You should see
some of those women answering phones.

What women answering phones?

I was just telling Ben I checked Karen
Garber's alibi. She was answering phones

that night.

I get this kind of bad feeling.

If Karen didn't kill Helene Cameron...
Don't even say it, Dad.

Say what?

Philip may have lied.

Maybe his wife was going to...

He said it anyway.

What?

Mr. Drummond, you're currently
rehearsing for a play at the Actors

Theater, is that correct?

Yes, I am.

Is that where you met Helene Cameron?

Yes, she was cast opposite me.

How would you characterize your
relationship with her? Was it

Yes.

At first.

And then what happened?

We fell in love.

Did you know that she was married?

Yes, I regret that she was married, but
these things happen.

We rehearsed together all day, sometimes
at night, and... What can I say?

We fell in love.

We hadn't planned on it.

Love.

Love. I don't know whether you loved her
or whether you even liked her, but I

don't think that's what any of this is
about.

This play that you were in, Lost in
Time, who was cast first, you or Helene?

I don't really recall. I think she was.
She was. I confirm that with your

director. As a matter of fact, isn't
that the reason that you auditioned for

play in the first place, because she was
in it? No, I didn't even know who she

was.

Are you saying that you had never heard
of Helene or Philip Cameron prior to the

day that you auditioned for the play?

That's right.

I have a playbill from the last play
that you performed in.

I was looking over your credit.

Very impressive.

Thank you.

My goodness.

Mr. Drummond.

Did Inherit the Wind in Chicago.

He did Death of a Salesman in Miami.

Received rave reviews and a revival of
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof in Porterville.

He did... Oh, Mr. Drummond, did you know
that Helene and Philip

Cameron were from Porterville?

Yes, I think she mentioned it.

You killed her, didn't you?

No, I did not.

Yes, you did.

And for the life of me, I could not
figure out why. I mean, why would you do

such a thing?

Why would you date a married woman, over
two months ago, take out a life

insurance policy in her husband's name
in order to frame him for the murder? Do

I have to listen to these wild
accusations, Your Honor?

Not if she doesn't have proof, Ms.
McIntyre.

I have proof, Your Honor.

Proceed. This play that you were doing
in Porterville, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,

had to close, didn't it?

Yes.

Would you tell the court why?

A few days into the play, there was a
car accident and one of the cast members

died.

That would be the actress who played
Maggie.

Her name was Carla Waters.

Yes.

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

And Philip Cameron was driving the car
that hit her.

Okay, it's true. I was in love with
Carla Waters.

And Philip Cameron was responsible for
her death. You started dating his wife,

you killed her, and then you framed him
for the murder. No.

Yes, I auditioned for the play.

Helene was in it. I fell in love with
her. We fell in love with each other.

Love is something that is very difficult
to control.

You didn't set out to punish Philip
Cameron?

No, I didn't set out to punish or even
hurt Philip.

On the night that Elaine Cameron died,
you went over to her house to rehearse,

didn't you?

Yes.

How late did you stay, Mr. Drummond?

I went home around 11.

Did you call anyone when you got home?

No. Did you see anyone?

No.

This is a copy of the play that you and
Elaine Cameron were working on.

It was taken from the scene of the
crime.

I couldn't help but notice that a lot of
the dialogue in here is highlighted in

yellow marker.

Then an actor friend of mine told me
that actors do that. The strange thing

that all of the dialogue highlighted is
for your character.

Is this your copy of the play?

Yes, as a matter of fact, it is.

When did you leave it at Helene Cameron?

Well, I must have left it there that
night, I guess.

This is a copy of the play...

taken this morning by warrant from your
house.

You'll notice that all of the dialogue
in here that is highlighted is for

Helene's role.

Well, I guess I picked up her copy.
You'll also notice that on page 14 there

bloodstains, which the medical examiner
has identified as Helene Cameron's

blood. Oh, come on. You saw the scene we
had to do in that play, and so did your

father, and he thought I was killing
her.

I remember. I...

I had accidentally hit her in the nose
and she got a nosebleed.

Not according to the medical examiner
who did the autopsy.

There was no blood anywhere near
Helene's face. No cuts on her body at

except for the wound that killed her. So
maybe it happened the night before. We

rehearsed the scene for a week. I don't
remember.

That's not possible either.

You see, as it turns out, Helene bought
a new script the morning that she died.

So the only way those bloodstains could
have gotten on that script was when you

killed her.

Mr. Drummond, this was a whole murderous
act.

You didn't kill out of passion or hate.

In order to get back at Philip Cameron,
you killed somebody you didn't even

dislike.

This was a cold -blooded, premeditated,
heartless assassination.

Five, six, seven, eight,

nine,

Nine, ten,

ten.

Are you sure you want to play, Dad?

Do I hear a little fear in your voice?

I feel bad when you lose.

Would ten cent a point erase some of
that fear and bad feeling?

Let's go.

You're collecting fours.

I can use that seven.

Oh.

You're playing into my hand, Leanne.

You're playing into my hand, Leanne.

Is that right? Remember Charlie Haber
from Mount Harlan? Sure.

What was it he used to drink? Gin.

Exactly.