All language subtitles for matlock_s03e03_the_ambassador_2

She was so close, and I lost her.

She's not going to show up at the trial,
is she?

Not looking like it.

It's all my fault.

I could have had a case, but I... I let
her disappear.

If she just hadn't been a witness at the
preliminary, but she was.

So her testimony can, must, and will be
introduced at the trial, and we can't

even challenge it. If I could have just
asked her a few questions at that

preliminary, we can object that the
district attorney hasn't really tried to

find her, but he has to be looking for
her. He'd be a fool not to be.

Diplomatic immunity may be the only way
out of this for him.

I'd sooner that car had killed me.

I know to sweep.

Sugar -free cooking.

Looks like Shelby Russell was concerned
about her figure.

Autopsy said her husband was a diabetic.

There's lots of books in antiques, too.

What is it?

A monthly statement.

Bills for somebody staying at Miles
Carson Convalescent Home.

Elizabeth Ferrell. Now, who's this?

Shelby's mother?

I'm going to... What can I do? Find
Tyler.

Right.

Tyler!

Tyler? Not a... Nothing. No lead, no
trail. The police have nothing.

Where's Ben?

I went to visit her mother.

Mother.

I'll ask you a question.

Why'd you think Mike Russell was
murdered?

That I don't know. But those three guys.

Baldwin, Kramer, Clark.

Those three did it.

Or at least one of them did.

A business deal going sour, right?

See, now that's what I think, too.

You know, we gotta get inside the
pharmaceutical company. I can't get in

All three of the partners have seen me.

They haven't seen me.

You mean you want to go in?

Yeah. What do you think?

Nah.

What do

you

think you're going?

What do you have?

I thought this was going to be a meeting
with all three of you.

Please, sit.

Pasquale, bring him the manicotti. Is
that okay with you, Mr.

David Long?

Yeah, that'll be fine, Pasquale. Great,
thank you.

Should we wait for your partners?

I speak for all of us. Now, what is this
proposition of yours?

Well, as I sent you over the phone, I
used to be Michael Russell's

accountant. I know all about the
pharmaceutical company, the silent

and I know just how profitable your
partnership is.

What's your point?

Well... Michael's dead.

C 'est la vie.

Why don't you let me take his place?

I know bookkeeping, I know sales, I know
management, and I know that things at

the pharmaceutical company weren't
exactly kosher, if you know what I mean.

I know what you're saying, Mr.

Long.

In fact, we have been looking for a
replacement for Michael, and in view of

situation, I think you'll do just fine.

Good. Good. I mean, great. That's great.

I'm glad you approved.

Yeah. Well, I think the first thing
you'll need to do is take a firsthand

at our operation, so shall we?

Well, you know, I've been having a
hankering for manicotti lately. Why

I... We'll keep it warm for you, Mr.
Long.

Who is it? Mrs. Farrell.

My name is Ben Matlock. I'm an attorney.

Stop crying out loud. It's about time. I
called you four weeks ago.

You did?

Look, are you going to help me sue the
phone company or not?

You want to sue the phone company?

They keep connecting me with wrong
numbers. They send me bills that I can't

understand. Oh, well...

Modern life can be frustrating, I know,
but we can't sue for everyday

aggravations.

What about what they're doing to my
brain?

What would that be?

They're tapping in.

They keep stealing my thoughts.

Wouldn't you want to sue?

Oh, yes, I think I probably would.

Miss Farrell, in cases like this, it's
often beneficial if the attorney

can get statements from the next of kin.

I believe you have a daughter.

Maybe I do, and maybe I don't.

But you get me if I do.

Oh.

Help in your suit against the phone
company, Mrs. Farrell.

After all, your daughter would know
better than anyone else how valuable

thoughts are.

Valuable? Oh, yes.

Somebody tried to steal your thoughts,
they could owe you a fortune.

Her name is Shelby Russell.

Wonderful girl. She calls me practically
every day.

Oh, thank

you.

This is Bruno.

You and he'll have a nice little chat
and you'll tell him exactly what the

you're doing here.

Alex, your driver's license.

Alex, your credit cards.

Alex, your American Bar Association
card.

Alex, your wallet.

Alex.

Oh, Bruno, say hello to Alex.

Now, think back.

Didn't anybody ever call her on the
phone?

Or leave messages on her door? Or
postcards? Everybody gets postcards.

How about vacations? Somewhere she'd
like to go?

Well, I... Well, somebody somewhere has
got to know where she is.

Hello? Stay away from my mother.

Shelby? She has nothing to do with any
of this.

We have to talk.

Shelby, either you talk to me or your
mother talks to me. Leave her alone.

ill. Couldn't you see that?

Clear as day.

We're running slightly behind schedule,
Mr. Benabi. The penicillin is only now

being transferred to the loading dock.
Right. Well, give me a chance to examine

your facilities.

This is

our quality control.

What's the rate of dilution? It's 66%,
sir.

Next shipment, make it 70.

You all right?

I had her full for about two minutes.

I still don't know what they're doing
here.

They're diluting drugs for shipment to
third world nations.

You should blame their profits.

And if we don't get to her phone in the
next ten minutes, all our proof is going

to be headed for Zaire.

Come on.

We need a phone when I've seen this over
there

What

do

you want from me

Why did you lie at that period?

Money.

But I don't care about money now. My
mother's sick, and I don't want anyone

bothering her.

Who paid you?

I can't tell you.

Edward Kramer?

Thomas Baldwin?

Douglas Clark?

I know lots of things, Mrs. Russell.

I know you're not Mrs.

Russell.

No record of your marriage anywhere.

Michael and I lived together.

Our affair started out as a convenience.

Wealthy men often like the companionship
of a woman they like to feel they own.

And you were rewarded by being... Kept
is the word you're looking for, Mr.

Matlock. Well kept.

Why pretend marriage?

Because Michael wanted to move in
international circles where casual

are understood, but carefully hidden.

As Anthony, carefully hid ours.

Michael was possessive, and we felt it
was best that he didn't.

Delvey?

Who paid you to lie and then disappear?

Who are you protecting?

The meeting's over, Mr. Matlock. Unless
you tell the truth, Anthony Stewart will

be destroyed.

But if he invokes immunity... It'll be
the end of his career.

If he goes through the trial, he might
very well be found guilty.

In either case, it'll be nobody's fault
but yours.

I held up my end of the deal.

Now you stay away from my mother.
Consider this.

The man who paid you is a murderer.

He already killed Michael.

He tried to kill me.

He came very near to killing Anthony.

If you disappear again, it might very
well be forever.

One million dollars.

American, as you requested.

Fine.

Party's breaking up. Better do
something.

As soon as they're all looking the other
way, you head for the phone.

Mr. Benavi?

need the police.

There is a crime in progress in the
warehouse at the end of Pier 12.

Hello?

Hello?

Good.

In the headlines this morning, three
prominent New Yorkers, Edward Kramer,

Thomas Baldwin, and Dr. Douglas Clark,
were arrested yesterday on charges of

conspiracy and fraud for selling
mislabeled and diluted antibiotics.

In an interesting sidelight, all three
men were subpoenaed to appear in English

Ambassador Anthony Stewart's sensational
murder trial, now entering its third

day. That's right, I was working my
usual shift, 4 p .m. to midnight.

Do you recall admitting anyone to the
building at around 10 .30 that evening?

I let Mr. Stewart in. I remember it very
well, because I assumed that he was

going to see Mrs. Russell, which I
thought was odd, because I knew Mr.

was up there, too.

You knew about the affair Mr.

Stewart was having with the decedent's
wife?

Being a doorman, seeing them coming and
going, I had a good idea something was

going on. Yes.

Did anyone else visit the Russells'
penthouse that night?

Not that I saw.

You're positive?

I lock the front door of that building
every night at 8 o 'clock.

After that, nobody can get into the
building, unless they have a key or

let them in.

You can get out by going down the back
stairs, but you can't get in.

But what if they had a key?

What if someone found one or borrowed
one from a tenant or had a copy made?

Isn't it possible that someone other
than Mr. Stewart came into the building,

went up to the Russell's penthouse and
murdered Michael Russell?

Hey, anything's possible.

But it's my job to stand at that door
from 4 in the afternoon till midnight.

And if anybody else come in, especially
someone with a key who wasn't a tenant,

I would have noticed it.

That's all, Mr. Gillespie.

Wish to cross, Mr. Matlock?

Yes, sir.

You know, being a visitor here, I can't
get over how much

things cost.

I mean, $1 .75 for a hot dog, $12 for a
taxi cab ride, $1 ,500

for a little tiny apartment.

You live in Manhattan?

Yes, sir.

Well, it must be pretty difficult to
make ends meet on a dormant salary.

Oh, I manage to get extra work here and
there. A little construction, some

plumbing, hard jobs, you know. Oh, oh,
oh.

Do you do any work for anyone in the
apartment building?

Oh, yeah, now and then.

How about the Rothbergs in 12D? You ever
do anything for them?

What was that, sir? I say the Rothbergs
in 12D.

I've probably done something for
everybody in the building at one time or

another.

Mr.

Gillespie, I think in all the
excitement, you're overlooking something

that happened the night Michael Russell
was murdered.

Did Mrs.

Rothberg ask you to take her dog for a
walk?

Yes, yes, she did, yes. And did you take
her dog for a walk?

That's right.

So many other things happened that
night, I forgot about it. Oh, sure,

It's not as if you did it every night.

What time would that have been?

About 10 .15.

Now, how long were you gone?

10, 15 minutes.

So it is possible someone could have
entered the building without your seeing

it.

I'm afraid so.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Redirect?

No, Your Honor.

Mr. Gillespie, you're excused.

Due to the lateness of the hour...

Court is adjourned until 10 a .m.
tomorrow morning.

What was that about?

He walks that dog every night at 9 .30.
He was lying to save his job.

You protected him.

I just made it easier for him to tell
the truth.

Thanks for the note.

Does this mean you'll testify?

I can't.

I'm scared.

Everything you said is true, Mr.
Matlock.

He'll eventually get rid of me, too.
It's just a matter of time. Ooh.

A deal first.

You give me immunity, I give you the
killer. I can't give immunity.

That's up to the district attorney.

But I promise I'll talk to him, get him
to go as easy as possible. Just tell me

who the killer is.

He shouldn't have come.

How do you know?

I heard him say that's where he dumped
it.

Hey, hey, what are you doing here?

I have a search warrant for you, Mr.
Kramer. For what?

Hey, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

Another week or two, this area would be
flooded out, and we never would have

found it.

How stupid do you think I am?

Why would I... Everything matched.

The blood on the candlestick holder
matches Michael Russell's blood.

Size and shape of his wound match the
size and shape of the candlestick. The

candlestick matches the one that's still
in the penthouse.

And it's over.

It appears to be.

It appears to be.

I'm going to call the embassy.

That fella Kramer seemed to be
particularly stupid to you.

No.

You might as well have a little fun.

Ladies and gentlemen, it means a great
deal to me not only to celebrate this

moment, but to do so with friends.

And one of my best friends is my
attorney, Mr. Ben Matlock.

Where are you, Ben?

Come up here and take your work.

Well,

I really don't have a lot to say.

I haven't done very much.

It's almost as if everything was handed
to me.

On a silver platter, as they say.

Well,

we still have court tomorrow.

No time for speeches. Have fun.

But you want it? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey,

Matt, what are you doing? That's
evidence you're defacing in. What's the

with you?

Hey.

to dismiss.

Good.

I don't want him to dismiss.

What? If he makes the motion and he
dismisses, you'll have a cloud over your

head the rest of your life. You don't
want that, do you?

All rise.

The court of the state of New York for
the county of New York is now in

The Honorable Raymond Kawhi presiding.

Be seated.

I understand the prosecution would like
to make a motion.

Your Honor, before any motions are made,
our commitment to justice compels me to

ask the court to permit the defense to
call one additional witness.

Counsel?

No objection.

Call your witness, Mr. Matlock. Defense
calls Dr.

Douglas Clark.

Dr. Clark, you were a partner in the
Russell Pharmaceutical Company. Is that

right? Yeah, I was. And who were the
other partners?

Thomas Baldwin and Edward Kramer. And,
of course, the late Michael Russell. He

ran the whole thing.

Is there any truth to the allegation
that your company was

peddling watered -down antibiotics to
unsuspecting third -world nations?

On the advice of counsel, I invoke my
Fifth Amendment rights and refuse to

answer that question. You know, the fact
that you won't say whether you were

selling watered -down antibiotics
suggests that you were.

Mr. Matlock, your question is
irrelevant, argumentative, improper, and

unconstitutional. In fact, it's not even
a question. The court is sustaining its

own objections and admonishing you.

to limit this examination to the issues
in this trial.

Yes, sir, Your Honor, I apologize. I was
just trying to get truth anyway. I

can't.

Withdrawn.

Was the Russell Pharmaceutical Company
profitable?

Yes, it was. That's why I invested in
it.

But you have a lot of money problems,
don't you?

No, I don't. Are you kidding?

You're up to your ears in debt.

You owe $2 million on your Park Avenue
co -op, $800

,000 on your Fifth Avenue offices, and
about that same amount on the East

Hampton summer house.

Those figures sound about right? I don't
know. I would have to check with my

accountant. I don't know what you
call...

Being three and a half million dollars
in debt, but myself and anybody I know

would call that turning the page on
Chapter 11, wouldn't you call? Excuse

this entirely necessary?

You're from New York, aren't you?

Yes. Any other relatives?

My mother.

And she resides at the Miles Carson

Convalescent Home.

because of some mental problems.

And her name is Elizabeth... Farrell.
Farrell. She changed her name from Clark

when she remarried. Yeah, yeah.

You know, I went to see your mother last
night.

And it just, it took forever for her to
admit that you're her

son.

She has a paranoia where she...

She believes the telephone company
plugged into her mind and they can read

thoughts.

And you told her that if she told
anybody you're her son, the phone

would find out about it.

Why didn't you want anybody to know?

Well, it's what you said. She has these
mental problems and I'm trying to

protect her. I don't think so.

I don't think...

The connection between you and your
mother is what you don't want people to

out about. I think it's a connection
between you and your sister.

Your sister is Shelby Russell, isn't
she?

Yes. Now, now we're coming to the good
part.

This whole crooked...

The pharmaceutical scheme was your idea,
wasn't it? I object. Allegedly crooked.

Allegedly crooked.

Huh?

You needed money?

You have connections with legitimate
drug manufacturers. All you needed was

scheme and a front man.

Someone to run the business and to keep
your involvement quiet.

Michael Russell. The business was
Michael's idea.

He approached us with it. I'll bet if we
could speak to Michael in the great

unknown, he would tell us it was your
idea.

I object. I object myself. That was very
corny. Let's change the subject.

You didn't really get along with
Michael, did you? You didn't trust him

point that your sister, Shelby, moved in
with him.

and actually pretended to be his wife,
all to look after your interests. Isn't

that right?

That's absolutely absurd. She lived with
him because she loved him. Loved him?

Loved him.

Well, if she loved him, why did she have
the hot affair with Anthony Stewart?

If Mr. Matlock is making a point, I wish
he'd get to it. I wouldn't mind that

myself. Oh, I'm getting to it, Your
Honor.

I'm getting to it.

Something went wrong between you and
Michael.

You got too greedy. He got too greedy.

Anyway, you went up there that night.

Mr. Gillespie was walking Mrs. Rothberg.
Dog, he didn't see you enter the

building, but you had a key.

Shelby's.

You let yourself in, went up to the
penthouse, confronted Michael, argued

him, fought with him, took the
candlestick from the mantelpiece and

How am I doing?

You're dead wrong. Now comes your most
imaginative idea.

The most imaginative.

Michael's dead.

Now what do you do?

You and your sister frame the man she's
been having the affair with, the

ambassador.

He'll claim diplomatic immunity and go
to England. It's all over.

The only problem, Anthony is an
honorable man.

He wants to go to trial.

He wants to be found innocent.

Now what do you do?

Well, well, hell.

You just find somebody else to frame.

The original murder weapon is gone,
probably somewhere in the East River.

You find a duplicate.

Smear it, as it were, with Michael's
blood, plant it on Mr. Kramer's

have your sister notify the proper
person, me.

Your Honor, this is all conjecture. Your
Honor, a moment more, please. I can

prove. I have proof.

Very well, but you'd better.

Now, according to the coroner's

report, Michael Russell is a diabetic.

What does that mean to you as a doctor?

It can mean many things. What?

Well, he'd have to have insulin for one.
Every day? Yes.

Would that mean he'd need syringes,
bottles of insulin for his daily

injections, pharmaceutical bottles with
labels with his name

and the doctor's name?

You were the doctor, weren't you?

No. Mr. Matlock, is this going any
further?

Is there proof?

Yes, sir. Your Honor.

I'm showing the witness People's Exhibit
15, the alleged murder weapon.

I ask you to look on the bottom there.
What do you see?

Looks like a scratch. It is a scratch.

I made it myself last night. Scratched
it right down to the bare metal. What

this is made of?

Brass.

This isn't silver.

This is silver plate. The one up in
Michael's.

Apartment is solid silver.

This is not.

You know what that means?

This is not the murder weapon.

The police found that candlestick. And
when they did, it was completely covered

with Michael's blood. That's right.

And you had removed all the syringes,
all the insulin from Michael's apartment

so that no one would ever see your name.

But sooner or later...

Someone was bound to stumble onto this.

Would you tell the court what this is?

That's a receipt for a blood bank.

This is where the sample of Michael
Russell's blood was kept.

20 cc's of type O negative blood.

That was removed on October 19th, two
days ago.

You can tell it's signed by a doctor if
you can't read the signature.

Now, we can have an expert tell us, but
since you're sitting right here, want

to take a shot at telling us whose
signature that is?

It's mine.

That's right.

It's yours.

Well, that's about it.

Your Honor, I believe there is
reasonable doubt

that my client is guilty of any crime.

I believe the court, district attorney,
and I have

fulfilled our commitment to justice, and
I now ask this case be dismissed.

Case dismissed.

A compliment to the British Embassy.
Nothing like traveling home in style.

Well, now, if you ever get back to New
York, you know where I am. You really

like it here, don't you?

It's a big apple, Ben.

Anything that happens in the whole world
happens here first.

Don't you feel the energy?

No.

Listen,

if you ever feel like unplugging
yourself from all this energy, stop by

sometime. Okay, thank you. I will.