All language subtitles for matlock_s03e16_the_thoroughbred

Smithsonian's sick. Come on.

He looked fine two hours ago, Tommy.

Well, he's sick.

He didn't want his sugar.

There, see?

He looked fine to me.

I'll show you.

Be careful now.

Tasted me a good one last week.

He won't hurt me. He's my friend.

See, he won't take his sugar.

He's sick.

I'll be damned.

What the hell's going on here?

Smithsonian's coming down with
something.

So call the vet.

Why aren't those stalls cleared out? He
was concerned about the horse.

I got a ton of hay coming and no place
to put it.

Now get to work.

Yes, sir, Mr. Quint.

If I were you, I'd spend a little less
time sticking up for him.

and a little more time doing your job.

That horse is all lathered up.

Try to throw me. I'm teaching him a
lesson.

Get it. Tell her she can't ride Henry
Day like that.

Tell the boss that's why she can't. I
don't think so, Tommy.

She's hurting him.

Stop! Stop!

Let go of me.

Sue, you okay?

Nick's not hurt.

You idiot.

You were hurting Henry J.

Get his moron out of my sight.

And keep him there.

Tommy, let's go. Now.

Come on, Tommy.

I'm telling my husband about this.

So am I.

Dad wants to sell this horse.

He'll be mad as hell when he hears
you've ridden him into the ground.

Nobody's going to buy a horse that isn't
schooled.

Nobody's going to buy one that's
foundered.

You walk that horse till he's bone dry.

She's the boss.

Sandra's a witch.

You walk him.

Oh, and, uh, I wouldn't go sucking up to
her today if I were you.

She might smell what's a regret.

Come in.

Mr. Clint said you want to see me?

Tommy.

How did you know Smithsonian was sick?

Because I knew.

Dr. Simpkins says that he can't even
play with his friends no more.

Well, just for a while.

And that's because we don't want them to
get sick, too.

And because you were so observant, Dr.
Simpkins doesn't think they will.

I don't know how you do it, but once
again, you just saved us a lot of money

vet bills.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

It's all right.

No.

No. Oh, it's all right. No big deal.

It was so pretty, and I broke it.

A little glue, and it'll be as good as
new.

I have glue.

I'll fix it, okay?

Okay.

I'll fix it real good, Sandra.

Hello?

I fell off Henry J., and I was mad at
myself and embarrassed.

But I shouldn't have taken it out on the
horse or you.

It's all right.

No, it isn't.

Let me apologize in person. Come to
dinner tonight.

Well, I'd like to, really, but I'm going
to be working late.

He's taking a nap. You want me to wake
him?

No. It'll wait.

May I have a rain check on dinner? Sure.

Anytime.

Bye.

What are you doing?

Fixing Sandra's horse.

What happened to it?

Broke it when she was kissing me.

The rest of us can't hardly say boo to
her and you got her kissing you.

Sandra and me are friends.

We ought to be. We practically grew up
together.

Did you finish stacking that hay?

I forgot. Mr. Clint's going to be mad.

How did he go back out there and finish
it up?

It's okay.

It takes a while for that glue to dry.

Sandra?

Fixed your horse.

Tommy? What's wrong?

Nothing there.

He's in here!

Don't hurt him. Lay back.

Come along now.

Don't give us any trouble.

I want to stand up, son.

Now, Tommy, you do what the policemen
tell you to do, hear?

Yes, sir.

Jan's behind your back.

Well, Sam?

Ben?

I, um... I read the paper. I'm really
sorry about Sandra.

Right, sir.

Things sure are never gonna be the same
around here without her.

Well, it's... It's been a while. How you
been?

Oh, fine.

Fine. The years have generally treated
me pretty good.

Uh, Sam, uh... Is there anything I can
do for you?

There's nothing really, Ben.

Well, yeah, yeah.

The police have arrested Tommy Jenks.

Yeah, I read about that.

Tommy's retarded.

His father was one of my best friends,
and his mother ran away from home when

Tommy was just five years old, and then
his father died a few years after that.

I raised him alongside of Sandra.

He's a good boy, Ben. He doesn't lie,
and he said he didn't do it.

Oh, honey, I've been looking all over
for you. You should be up at the house

resting.

I can't. I just lay there thinking.

Oh, Ben, this is my wife, Patricia.

Patricia, Ben Matlock, a very old
friend.

Hello. Hello.

Honey, please.

Tommy Jinx wouldn't kill anybody.

Bad enough losing Sondra.

Having Tommy accused of it, can you help
Ben? It would mean the world to me.

I knew Miss Sandra was dead, because
sometimes on the farm, horses, they get

dead.

They get all cold, and they don't move,
and it's just the way she was, and it

made me scared to see Miss Sandra like
that.

Come sit down.

That's why you ran away and hid?

Can I go home now?

No, not yet.

Oh, I forgot to feed the horses the
roast this morning. Mr. Clint's going to

so mad.

Oh, I'm sure Mr.

Clint got somebody else to do that. I
hope so. I hope he did.

Tommy, listen.

Tommy, listen to me. Are you listening?

Yeah.

Okay.

Now, this may be hard for you to
understand, but you have to try, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Some people think you killed Sandra, and
that means there's going to have to be

a trial.

Are you with me? Do you understand?

I didn't... I didn't...

clean up stalls either.

Tommy, Tommy, listen to me. Listen to
me.

We can tell the judge that he's the man
in charge of the trial

that you wish to plead diminished
capacity.

That means that maybe you killed Sondra
but you didn't know what you were doing

and you didn't mean to.

That's wrong.

I didn't kill Sandra.

But, Tommy, sometimes we have to... Oh,
Lord.

Tommy, sometimes we have to make a deal.

We tell the judge, you did it, and in
return,

he...

Send you to a hospital for a while
instead of the prison.

I don't want to go to a hospital.

I don't want to go to a prison.

I want to go home.

Tommy.

I want to go home.

Did you kill Sandra?

was never hurt, Sandra?

Then that's what we'll have to prove to
a judge and jury.

Okay?

Okay.

Can I go home now?

Your Honor, the state feels a complete
psychiatric examination of the defendant

is necessary in order to determine
whether he is competent to stand trial.

We have reason to believe Mr.

Jenks lacks sufficient capacity to know,
understand, and appreciate the charges

against him.

However, I'm sure defense counsel and I
can agree... Your Honor, excuse me for

interrupting Ms. Marsh, but I believe I
can save us all a lot of time.

A complete psychiatric exam and
evaluation on my client has just

been completed by Dr.

Samuel Chadwick.

I believe you know Dr.

Chadwick. He provides you with expert
testimony on several occasions. Yes, I

know Dr. Chadwick. Well, as it happens,
Dr.

Chadwick knows my client, too, has for
many years. And after reacquainting

himself... with my client in an
interview, he prepared this evaluation.

In it, he concludes that Tommy Jenks is
a benign individual who possesses great

respect for authority figures, is
emotionally attached to his home out at

Taylor Thoroughbred Farm, and that he is
unequivocally competent to stand trial.

Do you know what you're doing?

You just blew the opportunity to plead
diminished capacity and or insanity.

I know.

I see no reason why the court shouldn't
accept this evaluation.

Ms. March?

I suppose I see no objection either.

Oh, good. Your Honor, defense waives
reading of the charges, pleads innocent,

and wishes to proceed directly to the
matter of bail.

Ms. March, any recommendations?

Yes.

Yes, Your Honor, in view of the fact
that the defendant stands accused

of a capital crime and has tried to
escape justice by resisting arrest, the

state asks that bail be set at $250
,000.

Your Honor, I'd like to remind the
prosecutor that she has agreed with Dr.

Chadwick's conclusion that Tommy
Jinks...

is a harmless individual, does what he's
told, and has strong ties to his

community.

Bail is $25 ,000.

Trial is set for April 16th.

Can I go home now?

Yeah.

Come on, Tom.

I'm going home.

Sam said he'd be up this road just past
the house. Want me to drive you? No,

that's okay. The walk will do me good.

Sam, when you take a walk, you just go
ahead and take one, don't you?

Two miles out, two miles back. That's
supposed to keep me from getting another

heart attack.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

What's in there?

It's a grave.

Best horse I ever had is buried there.

Knight's legend.

Do you remember?

Oh, that's right. He won the triple
crown.

Yeah. Broke his leg winning the
Peachtree Stakes about four years ago. I

put him down.

I had my heart attack just a few days
after that.

Could you have patched him up?

Maybe, maybe not, but he was in such
pain.

Sandra said I was wrong. She said I lost
a ton of money in stead fees.

But I just couldn't see him go on like
that.

Sandra always did say I was no
businessman. That's why she took over

farm.

Thank God she did. I was borrowing money
right and left.

How she kept us out of bankruptcy, I'll
never know.

How long have you been married to
Patricia?

Oh, about two years. Things were
starting to pick up then.

I guess Sandra and Patricia got along
pretty well.

Patricia was only five years older than
Sandra. That didn't make it easy for

Sandra.

Sandra insisted that Pat sign a
prenuptial agreement.

That didn't make it easy for Pat. You
know, women

are a lot more complicated than horses.

Yeah, you're right.

Oh, she's a beauty.

Hi again.

Michelle Thomas, we met at Tommy's
hearing.

Right. Hello.

Hi.

Put a noose in the paddock for a while.

Well, it looks like you've pretty much
taken charge of things around here.

Somebody had to since Sam's heart
attack. He can't do too much.

If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go
clean up.

Um... Were you home the night Sandra was
murdered?

Yeah.

Did you see or hear anything out of the
ordinary?

Nope.

What about your husband?

Actually, Sam went into town for about
an hour after dinner.

And when he came back, that's when I
told him Sandra had mentioned that she

wanted to talk to him.

That's when he found the body.

Well, what made you think she'd still be
in her office?

She told me she'd be working late when I
called to apologize for something that

happened earlier.

Oh, you had an argument?

Miss Thomas, make up your mind whether
you and Mr. Matlock are defending Tommy

or prosecuting me.

Doug.

Haul a veil of hair after the party and
break it up. New mayor's out there.

Well, I'll do it, Mr. Clint.

Now, say it, Dunham.

After all, you're not going to be around
here much longer.

Well, I'm not going anyplace.

Hell, you're going to prison.

Cut it out, Clint. It's a scary place,
kid.

Mr.

Matlock, he said I was going to stay
here.

He lied.

They're going to put you away, boy.

No!

What the hell did you do that for?

Well, I bet you didn't have to do much
of that when you were foreman.

Ben Madlock?

Yes, sir.

Must have been quite a shock when she
chose Clint and demoted you that way.

That didn't make me real happy.

It must not have made you too mad.
You're still here.

I'm ten years past starting over, and
Sam would do that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Anything else you want to know, Mr.

Matlock? Well, yeah.

You got any idea who killed Father?

No.

You think it was Tommy?

I can't believe it was Tommy.

It wasn't me. I was in the bunkhouse
reading right up to the time the police

came.

You couldn't have maybe gone, you know,
somewhere... What the Sam Hill?

Somebody's starting my truck.

That's Tommy.

Hell got into him.

Here you go.

Ice machine's behind the office next to
the pop machine.

And don't go smacking the TV around
thinking it's broken, because it ain't.

Cable's out, so it only gets two
channels.

That'll be 18 bucks.

If you

need

anything else, just give me a holler.

It isn't going that well. I'm not
talking about money. I'm talking about

you promised.

I don't even remember.

You're crazy.

What am I doing? I can't trust you.

Give me that briefcase.

You got me? Don't ask yourself.

Mr. Purdy?

What do you want? Did you run Tommy off
on purpose or was it just regular

stupidity? Figured it was time somebody
leveled with him.

That was a jackass thing to do and you
know it.

Where were you when Sondra Taylor was
killed?

I don't remember.

Me and Sondra got along just fine.
That's all I got to say.

big like that, you don't eat them all at
once.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, you play one mean game of video
there, boy.

Thank you.

It's really easy. You just shoot these
little guys with this.

Did you hear that?

Well, I bet we got us a college graduate
here or something. Yeah, maybe a rocket

scientist.

You rocket scientist boy?

Hey, where are you going?

You guys are teasing me.

No, we're not.

Yes, you are.

Oh,

did you hear that, Jed? I think he just
called me a liar.

Now, you get to understand it. Lyle here
is my friend.

And I don't like it when people call him
a liar. I don't like it at all.

You captured him.

Good. work gentlemen now speak very
softly and watch what you say

and who are you i am dr tyler hudson
criminal psychiatrist

and you gentlemen have just captured a
very dangerous man

come on this half with hey watch what
you say or

you may set him off again what do you
mean set him off

Let's put it this way.

There were three of us escorting him to
a violent ward.

Somebody said the wrong thing.

I'm the only one still walking.

Tommy, Mr. Matlock sent me for you.

Come with me, okay?

Is he mad?

No, he's not mad.

He knows you didn't mean to break Dr.

Scribner's neck.

Come on.

165 -83 -24.

Thank you.

Well, it's time to set a briefcase.

Here's your telephone book. Maybe we'll
find something in here.

These are old calendars.

Well, that's odd.

Well, maybe she was cleaning out her
file.

Why don't you put these old calendars,
all this rapal stuff, in a briefcase?

Oh, that's nice.

What is it?

That's a picture of a knight's legend.

That's a championship racehorse. Sam
told me all about it.

Well, Sam said I'd find you here.

You look surprised, Mr. Matlock.

When I first married Sam, everybody
thought I was a fluffy -headed bimbo

an older man's money. Hated me for it.
Yeah?

Now they take me for a smart, tough
-minded woman capable of running this

They hate me for it.

Except Sam.

As long as Sam loves me, who cares what
anyone else thinks?

Do you recognize this horse?

Three white stockings and a sorrel foot.
Looks like old pictures I've seen as

knight's legend.

Valuable horse.

That's what I've heard.

Mr. Purdy, how long have you been
foreman out at the Taylor

Thoroughbred Horse Farm?

Three, three and a half years.

And where did you work before then?

Double Daisy Farm up in Tennessee.

How many years?

Two or three.

Where'd you work before that?

I don't know. I've worked many places.

Yeah, you have. In fact, you've held
down more jobs in the past ten years

most people do in a lifetime, haven't
you?

Objection. Relevancy calls for
speculation.

Sustained.

Yes. Why did you move around so much?

It was just the way things were.

Uh -huh.

Mr. Purdy, uh, you like to do a little
drinking while you're working, don't

Not anymore. I'm clean and sober.

Well, now, Patricia Taylor and John
Donovan work with you every day. I don't

expect they would agree that you quit
drinking, do you? Well, I... I'm sure

Sondra either knew it or suspected it.
You had an argument with her about it,

didn't you? I did not.

Who are these... these fellows here?

Um... Norman Stroud, Eugene Buford, Tex
Rafferty. They all

foremen. Top -of -the -line foremen.
Yes.

And you knew that Sandra had called all
of them and offered your job to them.

No, I did not. She was going to fire
you. It was just a matter of time.

And you dared not lose this job. Because
if you lose this job, chances are you'd

never get another one. She wasn't going
to fire me. You went to her. You pled

with her to give you one more chance.
And when she refused, you took Tommy's

knife, put on your old work gloves, and
you killed her.

And who better to frame than this poor,
innocent boy?

But she continued to provoke him until
he ran away and made himself look even

more guilty. No.

When she told me she was going to fire
me, I was plenty mad. All right.

I went down to the continental bar that
night and I started drinking. And I

didn't quit drinking until I passed out
in the middle of the floor.

Asked the bartender.

Asked all the people I had to step over
my carcass all night.

I started drinking again.

It's true.

But I didn't kill Sandra.

No further questions.

Ms. March, redirect.

No, Your Honor.

This court is in recess until 10 o
'clock Monday morning.

Is it over now? No.

Are you sure?

Are you sure it's not a coincidence?

Huh. Okay. Well, thank you. Thank you
very much.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

Out to the Taylor farm.

Does Tyler have something special going
on this weekend? Not that I know of.

Good. I got something I want him to do.

Hey, Tyler, you find anything?

Hell no!

Keep digging.

Mr. Taylor, you've raised thoroughbreds
for 45 years.

Now, how do you make money in your
business?

Do you raise horses that win all the
time and make you a lot of money at the

track? Well, I want the horses that we
raise to bring home as many purses as

they can, yes. But I also want the
horses to make me money after their

career is over.

You're talking about stud fees? Yes,
sir.

The real object of the game is to raise
a champion for whose offspring other

breeders will pay handsomely.

Would you tell the court who Knight's
legend was?

That's the best horse I ever raised.

A true champion, inside out.

won every race he ever entered and would
have been worth millions in stud fees.

What happened?

I got greedy.

He was a proven commodity. There was
absolutely no reason for that horse ever

race again, except that I knew he'd win,
and I wanted the money.

So I entered him in a big handicap race,
and he shattered a foreleg about 20

yards from the finish line.

We took him home, but...

It didn't do any good. I just had to
have him destroyed.

Who put him down, you?

Oh, no, I had my foreman do it. I
couldn't even bear to watch.

Your foreman, Clint Purdy?

Oh, no, Mr.

John Donovan was my foreman at the time.

He took a .38 pistol and a shovel out
into the field, and he didn't come back

until after he'd buried him.

Well, thank you very much, Ed. No
further questions. Your witness.

No questions, Your Honor.

The witness may step down.

Call John Donovan to the stand.

Mr. Donovan, how long have you worked
out at the Taylor Ranch?

Close to 25 years.

And you and Mr. Taylor were very good,
very old friends, weren't you?

Still are.

At one point, he talked with you about
making

your partner, didn't he?

We discussed it, yes.

Yeah, yeah. But that didn't work out.

No.

No, no.

And up until, oh, three and a half years
ago, you were foreman,

but then that was taken away from you.

Well, when Sandra took over the farm,
she did some reorganizing, gave my job

Clint Purdy, which was fine with me.

It's a young man's job anyway.

You ever get the feeling you're being
shut aside?

No.

Have you ever seen this picture?

No. Do you know who this horse is?

No.

Don't you think he looks a little bit
like Knight's legend?

Yeah, I guess so.

I do.

I do. I, um, I had that picture blown
up.

Look at that.

Look at that.

Isn't that nice?

I had it blown up in, uh, look here.
See, right under the tote board. It said

-E -F -F and it looks like an E.

So I took a chance and called Jefferson
Downs. That's the little track outside

of Tallahassee. You ever been over
there? Many times. And I was just

when this race might have been run.

And so I asked them if they could tell
by the odds up over the tote board there

when it was run and if they had a
record, and you know they did.

They had a record of it in their
computer.

And this race was run March 19th of this
year, three months ago.

Guess it can't be a picture of Knights
Legend then, can it?

No, no.

No, it could be a picture of Knights
Legend's coat, though, couldn't it?

It's impossible.

You heard Mr. Taylor?

Nice legend was destroyed before he
could be used for breeding.

He was supposed to be.

But was he, Mr. Donovan?

Yes. I buried him myself.

Where? The edge of the south pasture
where it's fenced off.

That whole area was dug up this weekend.

There's nothing buried there.

You never put him down, did you?

Yes, I did.

You felt you had nothing to lose.

You were losing everything at the farm
anyway.

And you know, if it had turned out
differently, everybody would have been

so grateful.

You hauled that horse off.

And with the tricks and knowledge you've
learned over the years, you nursed him

back to health, didn't you?

No, you don't know what you're saying.
That's impossible.

You don't call him nice legend, no.

And you had to forge a lot of papers,
and you had to do something about the

tattoo that all thoroughbreds have under
their upper lip.

But that horse is alive and well, isn't
he?

I'm telling you, that's impossible.

Mr. Donovan, you should never have
thrown your credit card receipts on the

floorboard of your truck. Too easy for
my man Tyler to find.

I know why you've been buying so much
gasoline over in Piedmont, Alabama.

Because you've been boarding a horse at
a little stable outside of town.

That horse.

That's a nice legend.

This court will come to order.

Your Honor, I... I object.

Order. Order in the court.

Now, please be seated.

Mr. Matlock, how long do you intend to
have this animal in my courtroom?

Your Honor, this is not a Bengal tiger
or a python snake. This is just a brown

horse who likes people. See?

Nice horsey.

A few moments, Your Honor.

I'll hold you to that.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Donovan, perhaps you'd like to
change your testimony.

That is Knight's legend, isn't it?

Yes.

It must have taken every penny you had
to board that horse all this

time. That's why you're still working at
the ranch.

You couldn't make much on stud fees
because you had to keep his existence a

secret. All you could do was wait for an
offspring to race

and hopefully win.

And this is a photograph of Knight's
legend offspring, isn't it?

Yes.

You know where I got this picture?

In Sondra Taylor's briefcase.

I don't know where she got it. It
doesn't matter. But I am sure the

saw this photograph, she saw the
resemblance to Knight's legend.

She showed it to you, didn't she?

Why would she do that? I don't know.

Maybe to see what she thought.

But when she showed it to you, you knew
it was only

a matter of time before she put it all
together. And then it would truly all be

over.

So that night, when Tommy left the
bunkhouse, you put on your work gloves,

took Tommy's knife, went up to Sandra's
office, and killed her.

And then you started looking for this
picture.

You looked in her briefcase, throwing
stuff here and there out of her

in the wastebasket, throwing stuff in
and out of the briefcase. Tommy's coming

all the time.

And you finally, you put stuff back in
the briefcase.

New stuff, old stuff, papers out of the
trash can.

You never found the picture because
Tommy was coming.

Tommy was coming.

Tommy was coming.

And you wanted Tommy to take the blame,
didn't you?

Isn't he pretty?

Did he bite you?

No.

He remembered me.