All language subtitles for matlock_s03e01_the_lemon

If you want to make a deal, see TJ.

If you want to make a deal, see TJ.

You'll make a deal you can't refuse.

You'll get a car that's hardly used. If
you want to make a deal, see TJ.

If you want to make a deal, see TJ.

If you want to make a deal, see TJ.

You'll make a deal you can't refuse.
You'll get a car that's hardly used. If

want to make a deal, see TJ.

Smokey here, and I want you to know that
Brenner's always makes you the sweetest

deal. Best cars at the best prices.
Well, right over here, we have our blue

plate special for the low prices. It's
$27 .99.

And new today, this beautiful
convertible, but just $31 .99.

Now, me and my car are old, babe. We've
been all over this great country of

ours, and I'll tell you, I ain't never
seen deals like this. So y 'all come on

down now, you hear?

Waiting on you.

Just moved in next door.

Just call me Ace.

Ace? Glad to meet you. I didn't even
know that house was for sale.

Well, you've been busy with the Wurtz
case.

Oh, well.

You did a good job getting that woman
off.

Oh, thanks.

You and I both know she really poisoned
old man Wurtz.

What? My client was innocent.

Oh, come on, Benj. I know dames.

Sophie Wurtz is a poisoner.

She's got those little slitty eyes.

That's astigmatism.

Are you kidding?

Bite into a tuna sandwich within a mile
of that cutie and it's good night,

nurse.

Are you a lawyer?

Me? No, I'm retired.

Retired, huh?

Yeah, did pretty good, too.

Made plastic eyelet. You know, those
little loops on your sneakers.

There's good money in it?

Ate chop suey and wore lizard skin shoes
every day.

Guess what I'm going to do right now?

I don't know.

I'm going to go out and get some wheels.

Wheels? Yeah, you know, a car.

I saw your car, Benji. And let's just
say it's not an action car.

It's not? No.

And the ladies like a little flair, you
know.

So when you and I are out on the prowl,
that's what they're going to get.

Flair.

Flash, huh?

Have I got a car for you. Come here.

See this, baby?

You'll love this.

Look at that. Flames on the side and
everything.

Take a look at it.

Ah, a real beauty.

And I can make you an offer you can't
refuse.

Really? Really.

Smokey here and I want you to know the
printer is all... Always makes you the

sweetest deals. The best cars at the
best prices. Well, right over here we

our... Oh, you don't want to go over to
Brenner's.

That guy's a real crook.

And his partner, the cowboy, he wouldn't
know a carburetor from a cactus.

This is the deal you want.

I've never seen deals like this. Y 'all
come on down now, you hear? We're

waiting on you.

Gorgeous, isn't it?

It certainly is.

It's a real classic.

Would you like to go for a test drive?

Oh, my, yes.

I've been all over your car.

Transmission shot, brakes are gone.

You'd be lucky if it gets you home.

Eight hundred.

Pops. What are you talking about? My
car's a fine piece of machinery. All

all right. Let me talk to him. See what
I can get.

Come here. What do you think about this?

Well... I'm breaking a lot of rules for
you, you know.

Excuse me.

Well, looks like you're in luck. Looks
like he's coming out to see you.

Well, how we doing out here?

Well, TJ, sorry to bother you, but my
friend Leslie here, uh... Ace.

Ace? Just insisted on meeting you.

How you doing, Ace?

Okay. I sure do enjoy your commercials.
Where'd you get this car? Well, it just

came in special made from L .A. last
week. Huh. Well, I hope my pal Jesse

got you fixed up with that car you
wanted. Oh, yes.

Well, why don't we just go take a look?

You and me can talk turkey about them
turns.

yourself a great little car here which
one is

I'm going to kill him. Take everything
he's got.

I'm going to blacken his name.

What's the matter?

My car.

I bought a lemon.

I know.

It's that DJ Cassidy and his damn
commercials. Take it back.

Take it back? The car. Take it back.
Then make him take it back.

Y 'all come on down to Brenner's. We're
going to rope you the deal of your life.

Remember now, no one gets corralled in a
bad deal at Brenner's. So come on down

and get acquainted with your old horse
trading friend, T .J. Cassidy, and see

I haven't got one of these beauties with
your names banded on it.

We're filming a television commercial
here.

You sold me a lemon. I demand my money
and my own car back.

Well, come back later. We'll talk about
it. It's okay, Abe. Come back later.

You liar.

You cheat.

I'll punch your lights out.

You all get out of here or I'm going to
call the police on you.

You want me to take her right from the
top, okay?

These two fillies of mine, I tell you,
we have some of the finest selections

crowded under one roof.

Are you crazy?

You told me to return the car.

I didn't tell you to destroy the place.

Are they going to send me up the river
to the big house? No, you're going home.

I got the charges reduced from us all
with a deadly weapon to disturbing the

peace. Thanks, Ben.

You're great.

What about my car? Well, forget about
the car until everybody cools down.

about the car. Forget about the car.

Forget about the car. Go home.

I had dozed off. Oh, don't you just hate
that?

I hate that. I can't tell you how many
times I've just dozed off when along

comes someone wanting something.

Don't you just hate that? Can I borrow
your car for an hour?

Why? Well, I have to go back to
Brenner's.

I left my reading glasses in the glove
compartment.

Well, I can't go to sleep if I can't
read.

Reading's the only thing that works. Of
course.

We could talk.

You know, the other day, this was before
I came over to see you, I stopped off

at a bar.

Templin's, I think it's called.

Anyway, there were these two dames in
there. They couldn't have been over 48.

And built... Boy, you know when I say
built, you know the saying?

The old...

You have a key, though.

Move the car!

I can't get the... Oh my God.

was by a clunker from the guy.

Well, first, you call him a liar and a
thief.

Then you threaten to punch his lights
out. Then you drove your car right

his commercial.

And if that weren't enough, you're found
at the scene of the crime behind the

wheel of the murder weapon on top of the
body.

Okay, okay, maybe it doesn't look good.

But with us working together like a well
-oiled machine... You've done enough.

T .J. Cassidy and his partner, George
Brenner, did not get along.

How do you know?

Because the day I bought that lemon,
they were having one heck of a fight.

You heard them?

No, but I saw them through the glass,
and they were real mad.

Well, we'll start with that.

When I say we, that we does not mean
you. Not you. Not you. Pay is big.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm Ben Matlock. I'm looking for my
car.

What car?

This car.

Released from the DA's office.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Oh, the guy that murdered
TJ left his car here.

What are you, a friend of his? I'm his
lawyer.

Well, this way.

I guess you must be, uh...

Worried about your business with T .J.
Cassidy, huh?

Not really.

He was just some peach picker I
discovered. I made him into T .J.

whole thing was my idea.

My client said that he saw you having a
big fight with him the day of the

murder. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. I mean, his expense account
was astronomical.

Hell, I was about to fire him anyway.

I'll just go discover somebody else.

Maybe I'll do the TV commercials myself,
huh? Oh, yeah.

You know, an interesting thing. After
the murder, the key was still in the

ignition of Mr.

Cassidy's car, and the engine was still
running when my client and the police

arrived. Yeah?

And according to the police report, Mr.
Cassidy had another key in his pocket.

How many keys were there to that car?

I don't know.

A couple of sets, maybe.

Well, who else had access to them?

Jesse Martin.

Lady? Yeah, my head salesperson.

Was she in T .J.

clothes?

Yeah, very.

Until she caught T .J. clothes in the
deal in the back seat of her car.

That could be motive, I guess.

But since you were going to fire him
anyway and maybe do the commercials

yourself, I guess you didn't have a
motive.

Yep.

Well, I mean, why kill a fellow when all
you have to do is fire him? Yeah, that

makes a lot of sense. That makes a lot
of sense. So nobody else had access to

those keys?

No. Except you, of course.

Well, sure, I had access. I mean, I do
own the store.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, your car's out there right next to
a two -tone gray truck. Oh, okay.

Yeah, and I see what you mean. Why kill
a fellow when all you need to do is fire

him?

How are we doing with him? Any luck?

I don't want to jump to conclusions, but
I'm sure he's our man.

And I think that fight was about
something more than his expense account.

And he had opportunity.

Classic.

Les, I want you to listen to me.

You're not doing yourself or your case
any good by being here. You know that.

And you know what they say, the killer
always returns to the scene of the

So you knew Mr. Cassidy was working late
last night.

Well, T .J. was a real workaholic.

He worked on commercials, customers,
female, of course.

Right. But when I left last night, T .J.
wasn't alone.

George Brenner was there.

Interesting.

Uh, Miss Martin, could you tell me where
you were at the time of the murder?

Me? Well, I was at home watching the ice
skating special.

You know all the Olympic winners?

Well, thank you for your time.

Jesse Martin just lied to me about her
alibi for last night. Yeah?

Yeah. She said she was home watching an
ice skating special.

It wasn't on.

No? Well, I was going to watch the same
show.

But the basketball game went into
overtime, and it never aired.

I'm tired.

Meet the arrangements for tomorrow
night. No problem.

So, that's it.

She went to the bar.

Then she drove to the motel.

And then, bam!

Ouch! Oh, sorry.

Well, the swelling's gone down. I'll get
more ice. No, no, no, thanks. I'm all

right.

No, I'm not all right.

I woke up face down in the dirt.

I hate that.

You know, I'm confused. Aren't they
going to a lot of trouble to cover up an

affair?

Maybe it isn't an affair.

What else could it be?

I don't know, but she said something big
was gonna happen tomorrow night.

And it didn't sound like romance to me.

Mr. Edward?

Mr. Edward?

Ben?

Lask, what are you doing here?

What if somebody had come in here
besides me? Do you realize the danger,

trouble? Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Sorry
don't feed the bulldog.

What do I have to do to convince you
this is not a game? You're going on

for murder.

I know. That's why I'm here.

I was wrong about George Brenner.

Honest Earl did it. Les.

Look, you told me that before you could
accuse a man, you had to have proof.

Yeah. All right, here it is. Look at
this.

Honest Earl did it. Where'd you get
this?

Right here.

It's the contract.

Honest Earl was trying to lure T .J.

Away from Brenner.

How about that? Yeah.

I just opened the door and there it was.

Some instinct, huh?

How about that?

All these girls out there looking at my
car.

I'm going to go talk to them. When I get
us back to the door, you get out of

here.

Oh, Mr. Edwards.

I've been looking for you all over.

Well, here I am on a sterile. Sorry if I
kept you waiting, but I had to take

these people for a test drive. Oh,
that's okay.

Can't give you very much on the trade
-in.

Why not?

Well, this baby needs a lot of work.

Does not.

That's the best car I ever owned. Runs
like a top.

Not for very long.

Oh, look over there.

There's a car I could put you in real
cheap. Mr.

Edwards, I'm not here to buy a car.

I'm an attorney, Ben Matlock.

I represent Les Calhoun, the man accused
of killing T .J. Cassett.

Uh, Mr. Edwards?

What is it, Mr. Matlock? Where were you
at the time of the murder? I didn't kill

him. No, I didn't say you did. I just
asked where you were at the time. I was

here, doing my paperwork.

My client said he drove by here on the
way to Brenner's Lot, and the light was

on all right, but he... He said he
didn't see you. If you'd been working

he would have seen you.

Maybe I was in the job.

How the hell do I know? I was here.
Anything else?

Anybody else you know of would want Mr.

Cassidy dead?

Sure.

Anybody who ever bought a car from that
jerk. He was a disgrace to our

profession.

Why did you want to do business with the
man?

Who says I did?

I saw the contract.

You saw what?

You tried to get him to leave Brenner's
and come over here to you, didn't you?

Absolutely not. And he turned you down,
didn't he?

Beat it.

Don't get ugly about it.

What are you doing, Neal? Well, I'd just
like to ask you a question.

I'm busy.

I wonder if you'd let me take a look at
the contract you had with T .J.

Cassidy. That contract is none of your
business now. Get the hell out of here.

Either you let me look at it or I can
subpoena it. Either way, I'm confident

I'll find that your contract with him
was about to or had already expired.

Now, listen, I renewed T .J.'s contract
every two years. If it was about to

expire, I would have renewed it again.
Unless he planned to go someplace else.

You were aware that he was negotiating.

With honest Earl Edwards.

That's what you were fighting with him
about the day of the murder. Not his

expense account. You had lost him. I'm
aware of no such thing.

Then let me see his contract with his
name on the bottom line.

Get the hell out of here!

Now, I let you come along on...

And nothing may happen, but something
may.

And if it does, you've got to do what I
say, okay?

Okay.

I don't have a pickle.

She's flying out. She better hurry. It's
getting late.

Everybody else has a pickle.

And you have a hard -boiled egg.

Well, how about this?

I'll give you my hard -boiled egg and my
pickle if you promise to stay in the

car.

Promise?

Okay.

Uh -oh. Showtime.

What's going on in there?

Beats me.

You stay in the car. I promise.

Well, that was sure some sideline. Maybe
TJ found out what you were doing and

wanted to be cut in. Maybe you figured
out a way to permanently cut him out.

wait a minute, wait a minute. Maybe we
were selling hot cars off Brenner's lot,

but we didn't kill TJ.

And if you're asking if we have an alibi
for the night he was killed, here it

is.

Well, I really thought that... chop shop
was our answer. I really did.

What is this chop shop?

Well, you were there.

Cars and parts everywhere.

It's where they take hot cars apart.

Take stolen cars apart.

Well, if what George Brenner said is
true, that he and Jesse

were the only two with access to the
keys, and we know where Jesse was, then

guess it has to have been George.

Well, couldn't Honest Earl have stolen a
key, made a copy?

I don't see hardly how he could. It's
really locked up tight. I don't see how

could have gotten in there.

Hmm.

Chop shop, huh?

Say you need a new radiator for your
car.

You go to a regular mechanic, he
installs one, right?

Well, I always thought... Unless you go
to a garage that deals with a chop shop.

Get a radiator out of a stolen car.

Same make and model of your car. Put it
in your car.

It's nearly all profit.

You want a water pump? Same thing. You
never know the difference.

Anything. Gas cap.

It's hard to believe but parts of these
cars are probably in a dozen other cars

by now That

work

I Observed the decedent to be lying
beneath the front portion of the

vehicle in addition to that What else
did you see which appeared to suggest

the victim was killed by his very own
automobile?

I observed fresh blood, skin tissue, and
bone fragments actually embedded in the

front grill of the vehicle.

According to the testimony of the
officers on the scene, they discovered

defendant behind the wheel of the murder
weapon.

Was there any physical evidence linking
Mr. Calhoun to the crime?

His fingerprints were on the steering
wheel.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

That will be all.

Mr. Madlock?

No questions, Your Honor.

No questions?

Why aren't you going to ask him any
questions?

The more he talks, the worse it gets.

Defense calls Honest Earl Edwards to the
stand.

Mr. Edwards, you own Honest Earl's used
car lot on Jackson Boulevard. Is that

right? Yes, sir, I do.

That's quite an accomplishment.

You were a mechanic, and now you own
your own lot.

Yeah, it's the American dream. Yeah,
yeah.

Then three years ago, George Brenner
moved in across the street, but you

did okay.

I like to think so.

Then two years ago, George Brenner
joined up with T .J.

Cassidy. And the more of those...

Crazy commercials he did.

The more business George Brenner did,
and the more you had to struggle to

survive. Isn't that right?

I do okay.

You tried to get T .J. Cassidy to leave
Brenner's and come to your lot, but he

refused. Isn't that right?

Hey, I'd rather the guy work for me than
the competition.

But it was no big deal.

No? Why not?

Because T .J. brought in customers.

And if they didn't find the car they
wanted at Brenner's, they'd come right

across the street to my place so
everybody benefited. Yeah.

You really needed all the help you could
get, didn't you?

Told you, I'm doing fine.

Mr. Edwards, you're in deep financial
trouble.

I've had a couple of slow months,
according to the bank.

You've had a couple of slow years.

And if things don't improve, you're
going to have to go into bankruptcy,

you? Objection.

Argumentative. No relevancy, Your Honor.

Sustained.

I'll tell you what I think.

I think you knew you had to do
something. Your business was going

fast.

Well, what you decided, instead of
getting rid of your debts, you would get

rid... Of your competition.

No, that's crazy. That meant getting rid
of T .J.

Cassidy, didn't it?

Objection. No foundation is
argumentative, Your Honor. If the court

with me, Your Honor. Please come to the
point, Mr. Matlock. Yes, sir.

I believe that you not only wanted to
get rid of T .J. Cassidy,

you wanted to destroy George Brenner's
business. And what better way to do

than to have T .J. run over by his own
car.

The one he used in all those TV
commercials.

You claim, the night of the murk, you
were in your office working.

Yes. You were alone, no one came in, no
one called.

That's right.

So you can't prove that's where you
were.

You don't have what we call a
substantiated alibi, do you?

No, I guess not.

At this time, Your Honor, with the
court's permission, I'd like to move

to the matter we discussed in chambers.

People restate their objections.

So noted.

Now, Mr.

Edward.

You have testified that you are a
mechanic.

Now, in your expert opinion, would you
tell me why it is when

I bring my car in for repairs, it costs
so much money?

Labor is expensive.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. And parts.

Oh, yes. Parts have gone way up. So,
when you buy used cars for your lot, you

must do a lot of work on them. Yes, we
do.

So I guess you have a lot of parts
around.

Yes. Do you sometimes do the work
yourself?

Yes.

Now, as you see here, with the court's
permission, I have had the murder

T .J.'s car, brought here to Brenner's
lot. And this here

is People's Exhibit 7.

This is the key that was found in TJ's
pocket at the time of the murder.

Now, would you just walk over here with
me? Just right over here. Right over

here. Okay,

now I'll open her up.

And you just get right in. It's okay, go
ahead.

There you go. Now, take the key, start
the car.

Doesn't fit, does it?

No.

Wonder what?

Wrong key.

Wrong key.

I don't think so. Come over here.

I'll show you something.

This is Defense Exhibit H.

This was T .J.'s spare key found in his
home.

It's identical to the key that was found
in his pocket.

These are the keys to T .J.'s car.

Why won't they start it? I don't know.

Well, you're a mechanic.

What about this? What if that's not the
original

ignition that was in T .J.'s car? What
about that? What do you mean?

Ignitions can be interchanged sometimes,
can't they? I mean, adapted.

Yes. But that would explain why T .J.'s
keys won't start his own

car, wouldn't it?

I guess it could.

So if that were true, then someone must
have snuck into Brenner's lot the night

of the murder, popped the ignition out
of T .J.'s car, replaced that ignition,

With another one.

So that that person could get in T .J.'s
car, start it up,

and run him over.

That's possible, isn't it?

I don't know.

But if we can find an ignition that the
key that was found in T

.J.'s pocket would turn over, then we'd
know that was the original ignition that

was... in TJ's car, wouldn't we? And we
would have a pretty good idea who the

murderer was, wouldn't we? I don't know.

You think these keys would fit any of
the cars on your lot?

No. Want to try a few just for fun? You
know.

No. Your Honor, we will be here all
afternoon.

I don't think so, Your Honor.

Uh, Mr. Edwards.

You recognize this little black truck?

No, I don't.

Mr. Edwards, this little black truck is
from your lot.

Would you please just step over here and
get in this truck?

No.

Please?

No. Come on.

Your Honor, would you instruct the
witness to do as he's told?

Mr. Edwards?

You changed the ignition, didn't you?

But you have the mind of a mechanic, and
you couldn't see throwing away a

perfectly good ignition.

So you put it in this car.

You ran him over, didn't you?

You don't have to tell me.

Maybe I'll read about it in the paper.

Nothing further.

Did you hear that?

He ran him over. He changed the
ignition.

Did you just hear that? Les, Les, Les.
That was great. You can't talk to the

jury, Les. You can't, Ace. You can't
talk to the jury.

Well, that was some experience.

Yeah.

Try to hang a murder one on me. You
know, you really had that guy.

You really had him. Well, I felt like I
was on the right track. You did great.

Just great.

What a nice neighborhood.

Yeah. You lived here long?

Since the war.

Long time.

Yeah.

You ever notice when guys our age talk
about the war, nobody asks which one?

We've seen it all, huh? Yeah.

We're a lot alike, you and me.

Yeah, I suppose so. Yeah.

We're both successful.

Both got our hell.

You've got better hair.

Well...

Look at your shape.

But you know something? I get the

feeling that you're kind of a lonely
guy.

Yeah? Yeah.

So you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to introduce you to some real
dolls.

Yeah? I got it.

Victoria Bizzle.

You know the ladies, don't you? Well,
they don't call me Ace for nothing.

Victoria Bizzle loves to dance.

I'm not much of a dancer.

Oh, it doesn't matter. Victoria likes to
lead.

You can dip, can't you?

Not really.

Then she'll dip.

Oh, nice neighbor. Yeah.

to hang a murder one on me.