All language subtitles for matlock_s02e15_the_gigolo

Bye.

Don't improvise, Barbara. Dance the
dance as you learned it.

It's very good together.

No, this is the secret to your success.

It's not enough to teach them how to
dance. You have to throw in a little

romance, too.

Laura, it's not what you think. I know
what I saw.

Laura!

Laura!

Laura! Forget it, Scott.

Laura, I love you. My attorney will
begin dissolving this partnership in the

morning. Are you out of your mind? All
the woman did was kiss me. What about

others? What others?

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

No, I don't.

I'm the one who wants to get married.
You're the one who won't leave your

husband. My husband's money set you up
in this business, and now I'm going to

close you down.

Somebody told her I was playing around.

You wouldn't have any idea who that
could be.

None.

None at all.

Who do you suppose knew I would be
helping Barbara tonight and called Laura

told her to come down?

Beats me.

But if you have to look to see who's
watching you, you shouldn't be doing it

the first place.

Good night.

It startled me.

Committee meeting.

Yes, dear. The opera ball, you remember?

I thought the committee had finished its
work.

Well, they're tying things up. Please
don't be tedious, darling. I am

dead. Good night.

Laura, give it a chance. This is all a
big mistake.

I've worked too hard to let you pull the
plug now.

Laura.

Laura?

Have any idea why your wife was headed
out that way tonight?

No.

Perhaps a charity board meeting.

Yeah. Well, maybe she got her dates
mixed up.

Bob, I think you better come outside and
take a look at something.

Recognize this fabric?

Yes, it's part of the dress my wife was
wearing today. Oh, my God, how did it

get there?

Where were you tonight, Mr. Frazier?

At home.

All evening?

Yes, yes.

Can anyone verify that?

Oh, yes, my houseman, Chester.

Bob, I found this.

Does the pin belong to you?

I've never seen it before.

They all look alike, so I cut a notch in
the screw cap there.

Then this is your pen.

Where'd you find it?

I found it on the floor of the car that
killed Laura Frazier.

How did it get there?

Well, that's another good question,
Scott.

What's this?

I don't know.

Looks like they match.

This is the key to Garland Frazier's
car.

The one that was used to run down his
wife.

And this is a duplicate.

Scott, I'm afraid I'm going to have to
ask you to come downtown.

Yes, Laura and I were having an affair.

Yes, he put up the money for the dance
studio.

Yes, we had a little argument.

Personal. I don't care what Dash
Hamilton said.

I didn't kill Laura, Mr. Matlock.

I loved her.

You making any money?

The studio is successful.

How long have you been taking Dash
lessons?

About a year, year and a half.

Off and on.

About that.

Can you dance?

He's all right.

Well, give me a couple of minutes. I'll
see if I can take care of it.

Well, thanks, Ben.

Listen, I'm sorry about... It's okay.

She got the place if you died first?

Yes.

And you guys, if she went first? Yes.

Where were you last night?

Home. Alone?

Yes. Figures. I didn't do it.

Someone planted that evidence.

Well, I'll tell you what a jury's gonna
see.

The jury's going to see this younger man
romancing this older woman, taking her

money from him.

And she gets the feeling she's being two
-timed, and he kills her.

I'm just telling you what a jury's going
to think. They're going to think you're

a jiggler. Well, it's not true.

I love Laura.

I don't care what you or anyone thinks.

Look, I'll understand if you don't want
to take the case.

Maybe you could just...

Recommend someone

Sorry about the chair, but I thought it
was locked in the living room. Well, I

found it in the hall.

What are you doing home? Oh, I was going
to call, but it was so late.

What happened to your fishing?

Oh, this case came up. Oh, that's too
bad. Are you sure you're all right?

I'm fine.

Where did I hit you? Right here. Oh, can
I fix you something? No, I'm fine. I

think I'll just go to bed.

Oh.

What's the matter?

I'm in your bed.

Oh.

Then I don't think it's a good idea for
me to stay here.

Why not?

Well... Well, you can't go home. The
workmen will be at your house for two

weeks. Yes, I know. But today I saw your
neighbors looking over and they must

think... What the hell with them?

We have rights.

Oh, I don't think so.

I tell you what.

Why don't you just go on back to bed?
I'll sleep across the hall. No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm really wiped
out.

I'll just go on back and I'll...

I'll see you in the morning.

You all right? I just knocked over my
alarm clock.

Yeah, I heard the noise.

I was afraid you would.

Well, I figured it was a clock or a
glass or something.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

That's okay.

Are you sure you're all right? Oh, yes.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Well, good morning. Good morning. How
did you sleep? Fine. How about you?

Good. Hold this one.

How'd you... Oh, fine.

Hmm.

Bacon and eggs. Yes. I kept the plate
hot for you.

I can't eat bacon and eggs.

Cholesterol. Oh, I'm sorry. What can you
eat?

This stuff here.

The doctor told me I had to cut back on
cholesterol.

I'll get the milk. Kim.

Hmm. Uh, have you seen the Metro?

Oh, yes, I have. Oh.

Have you seen it?

Yes. I hope you're not one of those
people who hate sharing the newspaper.

No, I like sharing the newspaper.

Of course, here at home, I don't
usually.

I know you're alone.

Yeah.

Ben, excuse me, but we have a problem.

We do?

Ah, the Scott Lazar case.

Oh, you've been at five?

Yes, I just got the call.

Oh.

Why at that five?

We have a very strong case.

I'm sure you do.

Word is he's a gigolo.

Yeah, I hear he likes women.

How did you get involved?

Well, you're not going to believe it.

Bob Brooks started dancing under the
cop's arm. Lieutenant Brooks?

I guess his wife made him, I don't know.

Oh, so you're doing it as a favor. Yeah,
I'll give it my best shot.

Do you think I should move out?

Out here? Yes. Oh.

You don't think it will affect our
relationship?

Well, why should it? We've argued
occasionally before. Yes, I know.

Well, there you go.

Miss March.

Thank you.

Um, Your Honor.

Scott Lazar.

has been a resident of the state of
Georgia for less than two years. He has

real ties to this community, and the
state feels that risk of flight is

substantial. Therefore, we ask that bail
be denied.

Your Honor, if the courts denied bail to
everyone in Atlanta who's lived here

less than two years, then it would be
denying freedom to half the citizens of

the city. And excuse me for saying that
would include our learned prosecutor who

has lived here under two years herself.

That is a...

This argument, Your Honor, may I remind
the eminent counsel for the defense that

we're not talking about an ordinary
citizen here. We're talking about a

man who has been living off the money of
an older married woman while he was

seducing her. Wait a minute, Your Honor.
We're not arguing the case here. We're

just discussing bail.

Your Honor,

I am here to state matters of fact.

Matters of fact, Your Honor.

Counselor, are you listening to me? No.

Counselor.

Will counsel approach the bench?

Off the record, I will not have this
shouting match in my courtroom.

Your Honor, we're just having a reasoned
argument.

Mr. Matlock, that'll be enough.

Back on the record.

As far as bail is concerned,
prosecution's argument is well taken.

denied. But, Your Honor... Mr. Matlock,
that is all.

I'm sorry, but I do think that was fair.

Are you coming home for dinner?

Yeah. Good.

I'll make you the best fried chicken
you've ever had.

Yeah? Yeah.

You know, it must be terribly painful
for you to hear some of the things being

said about your marriage.

Yes, but of course I know the truth.
Laura and I were very happy together.

What is that?

Oh, that is a trophy for the Mambo.

Laura and her partner earned that in
Montreal last summer. It's just

ugly, isn't it? Well, she was a champion
ballroom dancer, wasn't she? Yes, yes.

I must confess I never understood her
interest in ballroom dancing, but far be

it from me to squelch a passion.

Mr. Frazier, I'm...

embarrassed to ask, but you did know
about your wife's affair with Scott

No, not at all.

And I must say, I'm shocked to hear such
unfounded and vicious gossip.

Oh.

Didn't you hire a private investigator
to spy on your wife?

Who said anything of the sort?

But you did hire the Temple Detective
Agency.

Well, suppose I did. There's no grave.

And to be painfully honest, I

have heard rumors about Laura and her
gigolo friend.

Is your wife aware that you knew about
her affair?

I never found any actual evidence.

So naturally, I didn't discuss it with
her.

One of my Washington friends heard about
your being considered for an

ambassadorial post.

Nothing has come of it yet.

You could stand to lose a lot if there
was some sort of scandal.

You could make a case for that. A
suspicious person might consider that a

for murder, Mr. Frazier.

I'm sure he could.

But I didn't commit murder.

And no one can prove that I did.

So you're wasting your time.

And mine.

And I could make an even stronger case
for that.

Hello? That's pretty fancy footwork.

Why, thank you.

Don't you just love the merengue?

It's very impressive.

Uh, could you tell me where I might find
Mrs.

Barbara Raymond?

I might.

Who are you?

Ben Matlock, Scott Lazar's lawyer.

I'm Barbara.

Oh. Uh, may I ask you some questions?

Well, I hope you don't mind if I
continue to practice.

My partner is late, and we only have two
weeks until the competition.

Uh, that competition, is that the same
one that you were rehearsing for

with Scott Lazar when he had his
argument with Laura Fraser?

Yes, but that was a tango.

This is a merengue.

Well, how involved were you when Scott
was off?

Well, since you are his attorney, I
expect you to keep this in confidence.

Scott and I are lovers.

According to Scott, you were...

attached to him, but there was nothing
to it.

Well, yes, that's God's way, and I
agree, Mr. Matlock.

Discretion would be best under the
circumstances.

Well, I think the truth would be the
most common.

Well, let's just say that God and I were
good friends, and Laura misapprehended

the situation.

You told the police that at the time of
the murder, you were at a tanning salon.

I would appreciate it if you kept that
in confidence, too.

Though I do go there once a week. Well,
uh, Mrs.

Raymond, uh... Ben, spending some of
your exorbitant fees on

dance lessons?

Well, Archibald, you're the last person
I'd have expected to see here.

Judge Smith is my dancing partner.

Well, actually, I'm just here working on
a case.

Well, actually, I'm just here working on
the merengue.

Well, you're right about one thing.

This is the best fried chicken I ever
had. You're just being kind. No, no, no,

I'm not. It's the best. I was just
kidding when I said it would be the

you sure that's okay?

It's the best.

With all the fried chicken you've ever
had in your life? Julie, I don't say

to just anyone.

that rolls some chicken and batter,
throws it in the skillet, and fries it

Your chicken is the best.

It's got the crispiest skin, the
juiciest meat, the most perfect flavor I

tasted.

It's the best.

Oh. Let me put it this way. My mother,
my very own mother, who won blue ribbons

at state fairs, never made fried chicken
as good as yours.

Dan, I don't know what this is.

It's the best.

Would you like some more? No.

My doctor would fire me if he knew I ate
this much.

Oh, I forgot your cholesterol. I'm
sorry.

It's okay.

I'll eat cardboard tomorrow. But it was
really good. It was the best.

Well, I, um... I had a couple of
interesting developments in the

Arcade. Ben, I don't think we should
discuss that.

It's not unethical.

You know what I mean.

To you, Scott Lazar is the victim of a
frame.

To me, he's a murdering jiggle.

I wouldn't call him a jiggle. I mean, I
know you don't like him and you think

he's guilty, but calling him a jiggle is
kind of like street talk.

Oh, come on, Ben.

He is what he is.

A good -looking guy who trades on his
charm.

Well, Scott's a professional.

He offers a service. A service for older
women.

Well... Yes, and a lot of the... The
fact that he was in love with Laura

has nothing to do with that. The fact
that he used her for her money does.

were legal partners.

They were until he killed her. Well, I
don't think he killed her. What happened

to the presumption of innocence anyway?
Want some coffee? No, thank you.

Then... I refuse to argue this case out
of court.

Well, who's arguing? And I also refuse
to be put on trial for my personal point

of view. We're just having a discussion
for faith's sake. Oh, excuse me.

Where are you going? I'm going to take a
shower. You just had one. I'm going to

take another one.

I happen to like showers.

Bam.

Good morning. Good morning. Now, how'd
you sleep?

Just beautifully.

And you?

Okay. You think it's okay?

Maybe that fried chicken's that heavy.

Now, here is your cereal, your milk,
your pills, your paper, including the

popular metro section. Now, I don't know
whether you take sugar in your cereal

or not, but here it is. Just in case. I
have a breakfast meeting, so I'll be

running along now. Have a wonderful
breakfast. See you in court.

Bye.

Really looking forward to working with
you, Letitia.

Oh, well, I always wanted to learn the
tango. My guess is that you're

championship material.

Of course, we'd find out a lot sooner if
you doubled up on your lessons.

But I just bought a year's worth.

Two years cost just a few dollars more
than one.

Oh, I hadn't thought of it quite that
way.

Ciao.

Ciao. Now that is a thumbs -down pitch,
Mr. Harrison.

Have we met?

Tyler Hudson. I'm working on the Scott
Lazar case with Ben Medlock.

Not interested.

Now this could take a couple seconds of
your valuable time, sir.

Or we can drag you into court.

I hadn't thought of it quite that way.

So you attended a local softball game
the night Laura Frazier was murdered.

That's right.

I don't suppose anyone saw you there who
could corroborate your story?

I'm new in the neighborhood.

I don't know anyone.

Look, I already told the police
everything.

No, not everything.

According to Scott, you were Laura's
lover before he came into the picture.

So what?

So we've heard that she intended to set
you up in your own studio, but those

plans changed when she met Scott.

My friend, you're whistling in the wind.

Ah, but a man in your dancing shoes must
have found it pretty difficult taking

orders from her new boyfriend.

Look, chum.

Scott killed Laura.

We'll see, chum.

We'll see.

Mr. Frazier, are you connected with the
Frazier building downtown?

Yes, my father built it 50 years ago.

I believe it was sold three years ago.

A distress sale, wasn't it?

Yes, I had some minor cash flow
problems. An oil lease in the Middle

affected by the trouble there.

Well, that must be nice to have a...

A building to sell when you need to
raise a little cash.

Most people have to settle for a swap
meeting.

Your Honor.

Mr. Matlock, I assume this is leading
somewhere.

Your Honor, I assure you it is.

Proceed.

Uh, have you ever heard of the Christian
Ferrer Jewelers?

Oh, yes, I've purchased some items from
them in the past.

Ever sold anything?

I can't recall.

Well, maybe this will refresh your
memory.

A diamond, an emerald necklace, several
other items,

three months ago.

Oh, yes.

These belonged to Mrs. Fraser, didn't
they? Yes.

Did she know you sold them?

I don't think so. Not at the time.

So you have testified that to raise
cash, you sold a building,

some jewels. Yes, but what does that
have to do with Laura's death?

Maybe you better let me ask the
questions.

Last year, you took out an insurance
policy on

your wife in the amount of $2 million.

Isn't that true?

Yes.

But taking out insurance is not unusual.

No, no, no, it's not. But as you say,
with the soft oil market and you're

to sell off assets, it appears that
maybe you were living in a financial

of cards that could have come crumbling
around you at any minute. Mr. Matlock, I

did not kill my wife.

I was home.

My houseman has already testified to
that.

Your houseman, Chester Grant, was
nowhere near your estate that night. He

playing poker.

Ordinarily, he plays poker on Thursdays.

But it was postponed because one of the
regulars was ill.

Now, that player is prepared to testify
to that if necessary.

Where were you, Mr. Brasher?

You were not at home.

Why did you lie?

To protect someone.

Who? Someone I love very much. My
daughter.

You and Mrs. Frazier had a child?

Laura was not the mother.

Well, who's the mother?

Her name was Carolyn Blum.

She worked in an art gallery. I barely
knew her.

I had a casual affair years ago.

Carolyn became pregnant and elected to
have the child over

my objections.

I told Laura about it.

And Laura stayed with me, but it ruined
the marriage. I tried to keep it

very quiet.

Supported the mother, the child.

And then, last year, Carolyn died.

Well, where has your daughter lived
since

her mother died?

I found a place for her with the sister
of my houseman.

I was with my daughter the night.

Laura was murdered like that.

No, I didn't take the Mercedes because
it was so conspicuous.

I got home just before the police
arrived.

No further questions.

Cross -examine?

No questions, sir.

Court stands adjourned till 9 a .m.
tomorrow morning.

What do we do now?

I guess we better regroup.

Believe me, it's all in her mind.

Did you see Julie Lee? No.

You ever been to a tanning salon?

Hey, Julie.

Hey,

Julie, I'm home. I brought Chinese.

Got all your favorites.

Hey, Julie, where...

Dear Ben, you've been so kind to let me
stay here, but I think things would be

simpler if I go.

Thank you for everything.

Julie.

See this leftover chicken warming in the
oven. I hope it'll be okay.

Julie? Hi.

Thanks for the chicken. It was good.

Sometimes it's better left over.

Even cold.

It was.

Did I forget to turn on the oven?

I'm sorry you left like that.

Ben. So we argue a little. Who doesn't?
I know.

But neither one of us likes to give in.

I know.

Um, besides wanting to tell you I'm
sorry you left, I have to tell you I

I'm on to something that'll clear Scott
Lazar.

Excuse me.

Yes.

He's right here. It's Michelle.

Yeah, Michelle.

Uh -huh. Uh -huh.

Okay, give me 20 minutes.

I've got to go.

I really think we're on to something,
and I just wanted you to know. And I

you know how fond I am of you, how much
I enjoy your company, and you really do

make great fried chicken.

And I'm sorry about our disagreement.

If you want to call Scott Lazar a
gigolo, that's fine. I think he may be a

gigolo myself.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know I
really think we are on to something, and

I'll see you later.

Well, what's the verdict?

57 -34.

It's possible to make the trip in an
hour.

But not without speeding.

And I forgot about that speed trap on
Route 10.

Oh. Can you fix the ticket?

No.

You know somebody?

I might.

Mrs. Raymond, you've been a widow for...

Seven years, is that right?

Yes. And how have you filled the void
since your husband's death? Church,

charity work?

No.

Dancing.

Dancing.

That's right.

You're something of a champion, aren't
you?

Yes. I have a silver medal in the tango,
and I'm going for the gold.

Do you study dancing?

Yes.

For how long?

Five years.

Oh, that's right. That's right. The
first four years at the Holiday Dance

and then the last year with Scott Lazar.

Yes.

I understand those dance lessons are
expensive.

How did you afford them?

Well, mostly with my husband's pension,
but I took out a loan for the rest.

Mrs. Raymond, you couldn't really afford
those lessons.

They came at grace sacrifice, didn't
they?

And I... I guess... I guess you wanted

your money's worth, and you...

allowed yourself to slip into some kind
of fantasy.

A fantasy in which Scott Lazar was your
instructor, but he was also your

hero, your knight in shining armor, so
to speak, who could rescue you from

the terror and loneliness you felt as a
widow.

Mrs. Raymond, isn't it true that you

were the one who called Lar Frazier to
come out to that deserted

road that night?

No. And didn't you somehow manage to
borrow the keys to the Frazier car from

Mrs. Frazier's purse and have two copies
made?

and place one copy in Scott Lazar's
desk. While you were doing that,

took out one of his fountain pens and
planted it

in the Fraser Mercedes.

No, this is all a lie. Scott and I are
lovers.

We were wonderful together.

Yes, and that's right. You were at your
tanning salon at

the time of the murder.

You were supposed to keep that
confidential.

Everything has to come out now.

And I'll tell you what I think.

I think you killed Laura Frazier and
made it look like

you were at your tanning salon at the
same time.

Why are you doing this to me? You went
to your tanning salon, and yes, you

signed in.

But you slipped out the back door,
didn't you? I don't remember.

I think you did.

I think you slipped out the back door,
went to the Frazier estate,

took the Frazier car, drove out to that
lonely road.

You knew Laura Frazier would be there.
And then you used that car to take her

life away.

After the murder,

You drove back to the Frazier estate.

And then you got in your own car and
drove like the wind back to the tanning

salon, went in the back door, and made
it appear as if you had just finished

your session.

Oh, that is ridiculous.

No one can do all of that in an hour.
That's right.

You'd really have to race.

And there's a speed trap on Highway 10.
You were almost certain to get a ticket.

I have never gotten a speeding ticket in
my life.

Are you sure a motorcycle officer didn't
give you a citation that night?

Yes. You could just go to City Hall and
check the records.

I did.

And you're right.

There is no citation.

Well, then.

What more do you want?

So we checked.

With all the officers on duty that night

When a

citation is given There is the original
That

is sent to the Department of Public
Safety to be processed in the courts and

duplicates The first duplicate goes to
the offender The second to

the officer.

Now, that original is the one that
causes all the trouble.

Unless you've got someone who can fix
it.

Do you have a friend who can fix a
ticket?

I don't know what you mean.

The Honorable Archibald Smith, your
dance partner.

He can fix the ticket, can't he?

This is Officer Kevin Miller's copy of
the citation he issued to you

the night Laura Frazier was murdered.

It states...

That the time was 8 .33 p .m.

and the vehicle you were driving was
Mrs. Frazier's.

Do you know what I mean now, Mrs.
Raymond?

We all know what it means to be lonely.

I know I do.

It must have been very painful.

To love Scott Lazar and not have that
love return.

It still is.

Oh, Scott.

Under the circumstances, the state moves
that the charges against Scott Lazar be

dismissed.

On people's motion, this case is
dismissed. Court is adjourned.

Congratulations.

You do like champagne, don't you?

Yeah.

You're right.

About what?

Good friends should be able to argue.

Sometimes, but not tonight.

Here it does.

You put on

a fine case today.

Yes, but like you said, you...

Knew something.

Oh.

By the way, the repairs on my house are
going to take another two weeks.