All language subtitles for matlock_s05e08_the_secret_part_2

Thank you.

Well, looks like all the boys got up
earlier than we did.

Hey, Sheriff!

Any sign of the body?

Nope. Probably never will. Mine and that
boat was blown to smithereens.

Any idea what caused the explosion?

Your guess is as good as mine.

That dog.

What's that?

This engine's stoned cold.

Sherry didn't want me to come up last
night because she said she couldn't get

the negatives until this morning.

But if she went somewhere before we got
here, she didn't drive.

Maybe she used a boat.

Could be.

About the security bank.

Two days ago.

Come on, guys. We have a serious
problem. I want to hear some solutions.

Well, is this my lucky day?

I hope to catch one of you, and here you
all are.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

What is it this time?

Well, I got an idea of why Eric Gaston
was killed, and I wanted to run it by

since you were all such good friends.

Mr. Medlock, Eric was killed because
your client owed him $25 ,000.

No, he wasn't.

He was murdered because he was
blackmailing all of them.

Now, keep going. Don't lure your pulse
rate on my account.

He wasn't blackmailing us. Oh, yes, he
was.

And then when he died, Sherry Brown
started blackmailing him. That's why she

killed this morning.

Sherry Brown is dead?

I don't believe that.

You seem surprised.

As if you hadn't tried to kill her
before.

At first, I thought you were trying to
kill me.

But then when I realized it was her, I
thought you were after Eric Sledge.

Wrong again.

It was the negatives.

That's what you were after.

What the hell is he talking about? Do
you have any idea what he's talking

Not me.

Well, those negatives will surface
pretty soon.

In the meantime... I wouldn't go
anywhere for the next week or two except

court.

I'll see you there.

Find out anything, Clank?

Now, don't I always find out something?
No, not always. Most of the time,

though. Well, a lot of times. At least
75 % of the time. Conrad!

Two days ago, Sherry Brown cleaned out
all of her bank accounts.

Withdrew every last cent.

Well, that probably explains why they
still found no trace of her body out at

Wheeler Lake.

And why all the boys went slack -jawed
when I told them she was dead.

Weren't bluffing, were they? No.

Looks like she faked her own death so
she could skip town and nobody would

follow her.

Think she took the negatives with her?

Might have.

Well, they might still be in there.

Well, they might be, yeah.

Why don't I take a look around?

You gonna break and enter?

The window was already broke the other
day, remember?

Well, that's strange.

Hey, mister.

Yeah? Aren't you going to leave anything
for Ms.

Brown? Oh, no. She's having all her mail
forwarded.

Forwarded? Yeah. To who?

They don't tell me that.

Oh, okay.

You get something?

Now, don't I always find something? Come
on, man.

She had her mail forwarded to 9070
Lakeshore Drive.

Lakeshore Drive? I never heard of it.

Lakeshore Drive? That's in Chicago.

Come on, baby, if you want to

go. Gonna hop on that train to Chicago.

Come on, baby, if you want to go.

Gonna hop on that train to Chicago.

Give me

rain all day, rain all

night. In Chicago, gonna be all right.
Come on, baby, if you wanna go.

Gonna hop on that train to Chicago.

that you want to come.

Come on, baby, if you want to go. Hop in
that train and kick off.

Oh, gee, hey, I am so sorry. I don't
know what I was thinking about. Are you

okay? Just hold it. Okay, look, give me
your name and your phone number, and let

me call my insurance agent. No, that's
not necessary. No, no, please, I insist.

Look, you may feel fine now, but you get
home, your neck could be sore, your

alignment could be off. All right, all
right, it's Henry Macklin. Hey, nice to

meet you, Henry. I mean, not like this
or anything. Yeah, I know.

My name's Henry, M -A -C -K -L -I -N.

I'm Conrad McMasters.

Henry Macklin is a friend of mine. I've
known him and Gloria for a year.

That's up.

Well, anyway, I just got into town. He
suggested I come by.

He said his friends are my friends.

My bet?

Three hundred.

Three hundred?

Raise your three hundred.

I'll just call.

What do you got?

Three tenths.

Two pair.

Yeah.

Mr. Davis wants to buy you a drink.

Mr. Davis?

Yes, Mr. Davis.

All right, Mr. Davis.

Where is he?

Mr. McMasters. Nice to meet you. How you
doing? Don Davis.

Thank you.

I try and meet all my new guests.

I hear you're from out of town. Yeah.

But you have friends here. Oh, yeah. I
did some business with Henry Macklin a

couple of years ago.

And so he and I have been friends ever
since.

How about a drink? Another, uh, oh, soda
water and lemon or you want something

harder? No, I'm fine. Thank you.

You're very observant, Mr. Davis.

You're on quite a roll. Yeah.

So does that mean it's going to end?

I never cut winners off.

Never? Sure you do, Mr. Davis.

The easy way.

What do you mean?

You got a deck of cards?

I beg your pardon?

Do you have a deck of cards?

card at all?

Two queens.

Right?

Yeah.

Which beats the hell out of my two five.

You know my rule is going to end as soon
as you tell that dealer down there to

make it end.

You're good.

Very good.

I'm also available.

Why don't you come back Saturday night?

I'll let you deal with some blackjack.

If your work is as good as it looks,
we'll talk about your cut.

And your future.

Okay.

Don't worry, bro. Everything is cool.
Yeah, don't worry. Right.

Don't worry about it. Take care of them,
guys.

All right. Drive safe.

You owe

me, Ty.

I'll break you, man. Look, I'll pay you
tomorrow. I swear.

That's great, buddy. But this time, I
don't want you to forget.

Give him something to remember.

I'll break you.

You've been gambling. No. You promised
you wouldn't gamble. Here.

Call somebody from Gambler's Anonymous
right now. Ben, I don't... No more lies.

No excuses.

Call. You're whipped and you know it.
Yeah, I know.

Well, call. I already have.

You did?

I did.

You don't have a good track record, you
know. Are you going to stay with it? I

promise. Are you sure?

I'll leave you eight to five.

Hello, Sherry.

Looking pretty fine for a dead woman.

The mail came for you.

What is he doing here?

His name's McMasters.

He's a new dealer. He's a private
investigator.

Hey!

All right, hey!

You don't have to be ugly.

I just came to find Sherry. Now that
I've found her, I'll just leave.

And head straight for the police. I got
no reason to do that.

You lie a lot, you know that? Hey, if
you're so worried about the cops, you

should do something about her, not me.

What does that mean? It means as soon as
the police in Atlanta find out she

cleared out her bank account, they're
going to be on your doorstep.

Or didn't she tell you? He's out of his
mind.

Tell me what?

Tell you that Sherry's gotten herself
into so much trouble in Atlanta that she

faked her own death.

To get everybody, including the police,
off her back.

Is that true?

No.

Hey, Lightning's going to strike you.

Shut up! I said I'd help you because
Eric and I were old friends.

Now, did you lie to me, honey? No.

No, he's lying.

Kick him out of here, Don.

Yeah, well, one of you is lying. And
being around liars makes me

Hey, Bella.

Now I have no place to go. I'm just
trying to find out who killed Harry.

well, I didn't. Why don't you just leave
me alone? Harry!

You're the only one that can help me.

Jerry.

Murder has got to be one of the three
guys you've been blackmailing. Aren't

the genius? Hey!

You are playing a very dangerous game.
No more. Game's over. I've gone into

retirement. Think.

Think. They're not going to let you off
the hook until they get the negatives

and you're dead.

I'm telling the truth. They're going to
find you just like I did. And when they

do, they're going to take their time
killing you.

The negatives are in a locker in the
airport.

Feed concourse.

But the negatives, what are they of?

You'll figure it out.

Please, nobody go outside.

What happened? Somebody jumped.

I probably led him right to her.

I should have just walked her to her
room, huh?

She knew what she was into.

She knew it got Eric killed.

That didn't stop her. You couldn't have
done anything.

But I was right there.

So was the killer.

He ought to be feeling bad, not you.

Let's see here.

John Delaney, Tom Romanski, Roy Stevens,
three suspects.

A little younger, though. Yeah. Judging
from the car, I'd say about 15 years

younger, wouldn't you? Yeah, that would
put them in college. Yeah.

What have they got in their hand?

Paintings?

Looks like it. What would a bunch of
jocks want with a bunch of paintings?

You don't suppose they paid Eric Gaston
all that money just to keep,

you know, that?

Speak between us.

You know, if memory serves me, I would
say this is the untitled

Brock.

And I would say this one is the early
Picasso.

They're valuable?

Well, that depends.

On what?

On how well the buyer of the stolen
paintings took care of them.

I knew it. Okay, when were they stolen
and where from?

The Metropolitan Gallery in Atlanta.

About 15 years ago.

Unless I'm mistaken.

But then you see, I really am.

Were the thieves caught?

No.

But something else happened that night.

What happened?

The security guard was shot and killed.

This meant it wasn't only a burglar.

It was murder.

So now we know why Eric Gaston was able
to blackmail us three guys for so long.

Yeah.

Murder, that makes a difference. If it
hadn't been just simple robbery, those

negatives would be worthless.

Why?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Statue of limitations. Yeah. Run out a
long time ago.

Wonder which one of them pulled the
trigger.

Well, they could have hired somebody.

I don't think so. It feels like one of
them, don't you think?

Yeah.

Why an art gallery?

Why not a bank or a sporting goods store
or a liquor store?

Yeah. Three football players robbing an
art gallery.

Strange, isn't it?

Art majors.

Are you kidding?

Hasn't been an art major in Baxter
University football team since 1968.

George Stolberg.

Yeah, he thought it was going to help
him avoid the draft.

Well, maybe one of them was an art
minor.

Yeah, not a chance.

Not those three. The closest they ever
got to art was the Sunday morning

funnies. What about part -time jobs?

Well, Stevens worked at a radio station.

And it seems to me that Delaney worked
tables at one of the sorority houses.

Tom Romansky.

Tom, yeah, he made a career out of
dating rich girls.

You know, I think one of those guys used
to go with an art major.

Yeah, her daddy owned an art gallery or
something.

Big mucky muck at some museum.

Who dated her, you remember?

Well, now, let me think about that.

Time to make a change.

Time to pick my duff up.

Get up off the floor.

Cause I've been there, baby.

I've felt all the pain I can.

No more till the blues come back
knocking at my door.

How's it

going, Ben?

Pretty good, Ty. How about you?

So far, okay.

Have you any idea what we're looking
for?

Anything that'll tell us who killed Eric
Gaston.

You know, none of our suspects are in
any of these team pictures.

Well, they didn't make the team until
Eric was a senior. Remember, that was

year he got expelled.

He must not have ordered a picture then
that year.

Well, he probably wasn't in any of them.
He only played half a year.

I'll bet you that made him mad getting
kicked out like that.

Not being able to enjoy all that stuff
that goes along with being in a

championship team.

What?

Well, Mr. Delaney, how's business?

Just fine.

Your secretary, Mrs. Harrison, showed me
your client list for each of the last

five years, and, uh, you know, it's
getting smaller.

Well, it's only because my client's
salaries keep getting bigger.

Yeah, and she told me that you recently
sold your house and moved into an

apartment, and that you sold your
Porsche that you used to drive, and that

did have two secretaries, but about a
month ago you let the other one go.

That sounds like considerable belt -tie
-ing to me.

I prefer to call it streamlining.

The last thing you needed was for Eric
Gaston to... Blackmail you for more

money, wasn't it? Never been
blackmailed, Mr. Matlock.

Not by Eric.

Not by anybody.

Are you going to deny that that's you in
that picture?

All I know is I couldn't possibly have
taken part in that art theft.

Why not? Well, I did a little checking,
Mr. Matlock.

Seems to me that robbery took place late
on a Saturday afternoon in November.

Is that right? That's right, it was.
Now, hold it.

It was November 11, 1975, between 2 .30
and 3.

Sorry. Couldn't have been involved.

Why?

Well, I was doing the same thing I did
every other Saturday afternoon back

Playing football in front of several
thousand Baxter University fans.

Nice try, but no cigar.

You remember Martin Kravitz? Remember
him? Trainer over there at Baxter.

Biggest football fan I've ever seen.

You ask him the score of any Baxter
game,

No matter how long ago, he'll give it to
you. If he's not sure, he'll get out

his scrapbook and newspaper clippings
and look it up.

Hey, you played football that afternoon,
but only nine minutes of the first

quarter when you and Roy Stevens were
ejected for fighting.

That means you had to leave the field,
didn't you?

And interestingly enough, Tom Hermanski
hit the showers with some kind of

shoulder injury.

Now, The Metropolitan Art Museum is only
a ten -minute drive from the stadium.

You could have gone over there, used the
information that Tom Hermansky got from

his girlfriend, helped yourself to a
couple of paintings, put them in the

of the car, and been back to the stadium
by halftime with no one the wiser. And

that's exactly what happened, isn't it?
Of course not. That's ridiculous.

How did Eric get on to you? Did he hear
you whispering in the locker room about

your plans?

Famous scam.

I did not steal any paintings, and Eric
was not blackmailing me.

Okay.

Where were you between 9 .30 and 10 .30
the morning Eric was killed?

I was in my office.

I got there at 9. I didn't leave till
almost 7 that night.

Can anybody verify that?

Absolutely. My secretary.

No.

Now she was running an errand for you,
remember?

You called her at her house at 7 o
'clock that morning and asked her to go

the box office, get you some baseball
tickets, remember?

I do remember that.

Yeah, she didn't get in until almost 10.
11.

And that would have given you plenty of
time to return to the office after you

killed Eric Gaston. That's not true.

I was in my office that morning and you
can't prove otherwise.

I'm afraid I can.

You remember that big coffee stain on
the chair in your office?

Well, your secretary had arranged with
Gold's Cleaning Service to come over at

.30 that morning and steam it out. I
guess she forgot to mention it to you

you called her at home because it was so
early.

Anyway, when Mr. Gold got there at 9
.35, he couldn't get in.

Nobody was there. The lights were out.
The doors were locked.

Here's his invoice two days later. It
says,

Unable to render services at 9 .30 a .m.
Tuesday the 17th because of no one was

at the office to let him in.

Well, he charged you $30 anyway.

Highway robbery.

Well, now, we know you were not at your
office at the time of the murder.

You care to tell us where you were?

This ring was found on Eric's finger by
the police when they arrived at the

scene. Do you recognize it?

No. You don't?

Well, rings like this were given to all
the Baxter players in 1975, the year you

won the championship. See, it says so
right there.

I don't know. It's kind of hard to
recognize without the stone.

Yeah, the ring is a mess.

The police think that maybe, that
maybe...

Eric struggled with his killer, and just
before he died, hit him so hard that he

crushed the stone.

But I have a couple of problems with
that.

I have a couple of problems. The coroner
found a long, jagged cut along Eric's

left jaw, and his report said it was
inflicted just moments before his death.

That would suggest that Eric was the one
that got hit rather than vice versa.

And the other thing is, Eric didn't have
a ring.

Of course he did. He was a star running
back, remember?

No, no, no, no.

That was the year he was expelled for
gambling, remember?

He only played a half season. He didn't
get a ring. Look at this picture.

Now, this picture was taken at Eric's
club the night before he was killed.

Now, look here. All of them have rings.
See there? All have rings.

But Eric, no ring.

Hey, no ring.

No ring. What... What's happened to your
ring, Mr. Glenn?

I, uh, lost it recently.

Yeah?

Are you sure this isn't your ring?

You sure you didn't struggle with Eric
just before you shot him and hit him so

hard that you crushed the stone in his
ring into hundreds of pieces?

You knew my client would be walking
through the door any minute.

You sure you didn't take that ring off
your finger and put it on Eric's finger

so everybody would believe it was his
instead of yours?

Look, you can twist things all you want,
but that is not my ring.

Conrad?

You recognize her?

I don't know.

That's Robin Martell, the girl you went
with in college.

The girl who wore your ring for two
years.

She'll testify that she had it cut down
so it fit her finger.

And when you took it back two years
later, you had to wear it on your pinky

finger because it was too big for the
other fingers.

In other words, she will testify that
this is indeed your ring.

And when she does that, I'm going to
enter it into evidence.

And when I do that, two things will
happen.

We will have proven beyond a reasonable
doubt that my client over there did not

commit this crime.

And we're going to make you look awfully
suspicious.

Not only for what happened to Eric.

What happened to his girlfriend, Sherry
Brown, in Chicago?

Later on down the line, what happened to
that guard during the art theft?

Mr. Delaney, do you remember once you
told me gambling is for losers?

And it is. It seems almost trite to say
now that murder is always a gamble.

You took it and lost.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have
you reached a verdict?

We find the defendant, Tyler Mullins,
not guilty.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen of the
jury.

This court is adjourned.

Thank you, Ben.

Thank you, Barbara.

I'm speechless, Ben. All I can say is...
Let's have some fun!

You're only there for once and when
you're dead...

Oh, that's a good time. Oh, yeah.

We don't care. Oh, let's get together.
And there's a good time.

Hey,

the bartender.

You expecting somebody?

Yeah. A friend of mine.

He's a member of Gamblers Anonymous.

I asked him to come down here and maybe
spend a little time with Chai.

He's also a record producer.

New York.

I sent him an airplane ticket.

Told him to come down here.

Give Chai a listen.

contract. That's really nice of you,
Beth. I'm a nice man.

I figured that's

the only way you'd ever get paid, huh? I
do.