All language subtitles for matlock_s08e04_the_diner

Good night.

What do you think?

How come you're driving the Plymouth?

Started right up.

Runs like a top.

It's your beauty.

You haven't had that car out in ten
years.

I wanted to show it to Martha.

Martha who?

Well, that's why I asked you to meet me
here.

Martha Jordan.

I haven't seen her in 30 years called
out of the blue.

I want you to meet her.

Hey,

lady.

Here. Let me help you. Thank you.

Why does her name sound familiar?

Well, it was a long time ago. You don't
remember.

Her husband was my first client, Cyrus
Jordan.

Worked in the diner. My dad always ate
at back home in Mount Horton.

It was in the early 60s. Things were
real different then.

Sarge? Yes, sir. The deputy needs to
have his order, too.

What can I get you all this morning?

Whip me up some of them biscuits and
gravy like the sheriff owes you. Yes,

Fried eggs and grits for me.

All righty.

Pete?

Charlie?

Sarge? Madlock?

I'll have the eggs ready for you in just
a minute.

All right.

I hear you've been blueberry picking.

Yes, sir. We got two pies back there.

Ain't too sure how long they're going to
last, though.

You want me to fade you a piece?

This is some gravy, sir.

Make it fast.

Coming right up, sir.

Hope you weren't planning on over
-leisurely breakfast, sir.

When we get done here, we gotta get out
to Willie Dollar's place and bust up

that still his once and for all.

Why?

Attorney General's office.

Been raising a cane with me since 8 this
morning.

I know what it is, though.

It's the feds.

They just itching for an excuse to get
people like me fired so they can bring

them integrationists down here and take
over.

That's just what we need.

There's a bunch of Yankees coming in
here telling us how to do things.

You better get used to it.

Changing time.

That's what they call it up in Atlanta.

Flush in the south down the toilet.

That's what I call it.

I need some coffee here, boy.

Here, here.

Chef, I stopped by the dime store this
morning to get a paper.

Frosty told me that Owen Lashley's pawn
shop was robbed last night.

Got any idea who it was?

Well, I got just saying, Charlie.

I got more important matters to attend
to right now. Now, Owen, he'll just have

to wait.

And he shouldn't have had all that cash
in there to starve me.

My name's Ian Hunter Thorpe, sir. This
is old Motivelker. Forgot to watch this.

All right, I'll get you one right away.
I got me some biscuits and gravy this

morning, too.

Sure is good.

Nice and clean.

Gravy's burned.

The biscuits are hard as rock.

This is garbage, boy.

Refuse.

Now, it's bad news.

You expect me to pay for it.

But did you really think I was going to
eat it?

I mean, just how ignorant do you think I
am?

Besides, why don't you get the sheriff
some hotcakes?

I don't want no hotcakes.

I want an answer.

You think I'm ignorant, boy?

Then why'd you serve me trash?

Deputy Hayes there don't seem to mind
the flavor none. I said trash, boy!

You know what I'd do with trash?

Case burned, like you said.

Maybe if you took a couple meals out of
his wages, he'd be more careful next

time.

Clean it up.

And hurry.

No, thank you, Mr. Madlock. I can walk
just fine.

Oh, come on, get in. You know, we're
holding them new shoes before you have

Come on.

All right, thank you.

Yeah.

My wife bought me these shoes.

Oh, they're nice.

They look like they cost a lot.

Well, she didn't tell me how much you
paid for them. She just made me promise

take real good care of them.

Yeah.

You know...

The sheriff was having a bad day way
before he got to the dining this

It wasn't you or your cooking that made
him mad.

Yeah, well, I don't pay much attention
to stuff like that.

Mr. Madlock, I just let it roll right
off my back.

Yeah, you do?

Mm -hmm. Sort of like ward off a duck.

You're a better man than I am, Sergeant,
I'll tell you that.

Yeah, I'm all right.

This is Mr. Charlie Matlock.

And it's true what they're saying?

I don't know, son, what they say.

That chef done fooled all over you.

Yeah, well, that's all right.

Why didn't you hear them?

I don't want you talking like that. Do
you hear me? I don't care, chef or no

chef. I would have shoved his face in
the grave and drowned him in it.

Now, you quit that.

And if you don't get your butt back in
that house, you better.

I -4 -9 -2 -4 -2.

Says so right in the Bible.

Hush up.

Well.

The boy's growing up.

Voting the Bible and everything.

Yeah, when it suits him.

I guess that's the way it is with non
-stoppers.

Where'd you get that old 46 Plymouth?

Mr. Harriman gave it to me.

For painting his house and fixing up his
yard last year.

She ran real good for a day or two.

They should just quit on me.

Well, how about this?

Next time you make a batch of blueberry
pies, make me one.

When I come out here to get it, I'll
bring platoons.

See what I can do, how about it?

That'll be fine.

I see you then.

Does the prosecution wish to cross
-examine the defendant?

Mr. Matlock.

Yes, Your Honor.

Thank you.

So, you've never been in Jim Desmond's
barn?

I've never set foot in his barn.

When's the last time you were on his
property?

Never set foot on his property, neither.

Never? Nope.

Never.

When you gave blood last year, they told
you you're blood type.

Happen to remember what it is?

A .B. something or other. A .B.
negative.

Pretty rare.

But wouldn't you know, it's the same
type that was found on this strand of

barbed wire. Which, as we just heard
from Deputy Goodell, the sheriff removed

from the fence beside Jim's barn the
morning after the theft.

Now, they believe whoever broke into the
barn and stole those

saddles... Threw him over the fence.

Then crawled between the wires to make
his getaway.

Scratching himself and leaving AB
negative blood on these barbs in the

Well, AB negative or XYZ positive, who
cares?

Finding it there don't make it mine.

Very true.

But it got me to thinking.

If it had been me getting all cut up on
rusty barbed wire like that, first thing

I would have done is hightail it to a
doctor.

Ever been to see Doc Wilshire?

Of course I have.

Everybody in Mount Harlan has. He's the
only doctor we got.

When's the last time you saw him, Tara?

I don't remember.

July 12th, 10 a .m.

The morning after somebody broke into
Jim Desmond's barn.

Doc Wilshire cleaned the cuts on your
back, gave you a tetanus shot, and sent

you on your way.

Isn't that so?

No further questions.

That was good, son.

Kind of let him convict himself.

Tried to.

Yeah, that was good.

Set the trap and let him walk right into
it.

Dad,

there's something about being a DA that
just doesn't sit right with me.

I don't like sending people to jail.

Well, it's steady work. When I was your
age, that's all there was to it.

Yeah, but I'd rather do something else.

What?

I've been thinking about this for a
while.

I'm quitting the DA's office.

I'm going to practice law on my own from
now on. Start defending people instead

of prosecuting them.

Oh, uh -huh.

Kind of like...

Elmo Erickson, the drunk.

Dad, just because the only criminal
attorney you know is an alcoholic

mean they all are.

No, no, I know.

Calvin Reeves, he ain't no drunk.

Of course, he never got married,
neither.

I'm going to the office. I'll talk to
you later.

You checked all the windows and doors,
and you didn't find nothing.

Open or busted?

Nope. I come in this morning, everything
was clean as a whistle.

It wasn't until I opened the cash
register that I realized I'd been

And nothing else in the shop was
missing? No cameras, no jewelry?

Nope. Just the money.

$693.

Owen, how many times we got to tell you?

Keep your money in the bank, not at the
store.

It's a pawn shop, Wes.

I gotta have money.

And here's the worst part.

My mama's gone to Florida, and I wrote
her phone number on a $50 bill. Now I

can't call her.

You saying a stolen bill's got a phone
number written down on it? Yes, sir. On

the front or the back?

Well, it was on the front, right next to
old Ulysses S. Grant.

Now that's what I call a leave.

I'll get on it first thing in the
morning.

No, you won't.

Not till the Attorney General's office
quits breathing down my neck.

I'm going to personally oversee each and
every criminal investigation we

undertake. I tell you.

Why don't you head on home, Sonny? I can
finish up here.

Sounds good to me.

Wow, a lady just hates it when I'm late
for supper.

See you in the morning.

So, this phone number in Florida.

The other one there about takes care of
that.

If and when we...

Find that $50 bill, we may have
ourselves a thief.

Uh -oh.

Somebody lost their wallet.

Yeah.

Sully's. I swear, that man would lose
his head if it wasn't bolted on.

Hey, Sully. This here's the sheriff. Do
you read me?

I hear you, Wes. What's going on?

You left your wallet here, boy.

And where the heck are you, anyway? I
can hardly hear you.

Well, you know you're out there driving
around without a license now.

If I see you, I'm going to have to
arrest you.

Don't you work too hard?

Yeah.

Carl, come here, girl.

Won't you be good in school and learn
something from me today, all right? Give

me some sugar.

Gamble, Mr. Know -it -all.

Boy, you got to work on that temple.

I'll stand back.

You're under arrest, boy.

For what?

Leave my daddy alone.

For murder and sheriff's flattery, what
the hell you think?

My life.

Don't you look fine. Oh, well.

And this is your daughter, Leanne. I am
so pleased to meet you, Miss Jordan. I

was just telling Leanne about you and
Cyrus and that time he was accused of

murder. I wouldn't be here today if it
wasn't for your granddaddy.

Sit down, honey.

Your daddy never was one for making a
long story short.

So where were you? Well, I was telling
her about the morning Cyrus was

Dad called and asked me to come over for
lunch.

You're making me hot dogs?

They're your favorite, ain't they?

Yeah.

You've been telling me I've been eating
too many of them for years.

What are you up to?

Just trying to fix you something you
like.

Why?

I just want you to know that if you want
to quit your job uptown, it's all right

with me.

And what else?

Well, I might have a client for you.

Hey, Pop, that's great.

Of course.

If you take him on, it'll have to be for
free.

I was at home all night.

You can ask Martha. She'll tell you.

That ain't good enough, is it?

For me, it is.

But not for a jury.

Consider her a little biased.

Any idea how your knife wound up being
used as a murder weapon? Will you quit

saying that?

It ain't my knife!

I use it when I'm working.

He says you were using that knife to cut
up blueberry pies yesterday.

Well, traces of blueberry juice that the
lab found on Sheriff's shirt and one of

the stab wounds confirmed that.

I left the knife for Molly to have
cleaned the next morning, like always.

Somebody just must have broke in there
and took it when everybody went home.

Somebody know about that run -in you had
with the sheriff?

You know how fast word travels around
this town? Could have been anybody.

They won't let me see Martha.

It wouldn't be so bad in here.

But they just won't let me see Martha.

Maybe I can get you out on bail.

You can get me out of here?

Maybe.

Well, I used to work with these guys.
Maybe they'll do me a favor.

Look, I can't make bail money, so what's
the difference?

Well, Ben and me can help you out.

Dad, that's a lot of money.

I stand on my own, as always.

And if I ain't got no money, I

just as soon stay in here.

If I was to buy something from you,
well, that wouldn't be charity, would

I used to hate that old car.

Wouldn't never let me forget how Mr.
Harriman cheated you.

The man knew that car was gonna break
down.

But I don't hate it no more.

When's Mr. Matlock picking it up?

Tomorrow afternoon.

Feels so good to have your arms around
me again.

That's Martha's brother from Brunswick.

Her and the young ones are going to stay
there until this thing's over.

What's wrong with people anyway?

I don't know.

Need some help?

No, I think we got her if she don't
jump.

All right.

You ain't going to stay here, are you?
Of course I am. It's my home.

Well, I got a feeling them jackasses
might come back.

You can't stay here.

Well, I don't have a choice. I don't
have nowhere else to go.

Well, that ain't so.

I got extra bed at my house.

Look, no, no, I appreciate it, but I'll
just stay home.

But you can't stay here. They might do
something to you.

Look, I'm gonna get hung anyway, so what
the hell difference does it make?

He ain't gonna get me off, and we both
know it.

Actually, I think I can.

Or at least I intend to try my
damnedest.

Well, thinking and trying is a long way
up the road from doing.

I got you out on bail, didn't I?

Old gun -toting jackasses in the world
can't change the facts, Cyrus.

Fact is, you're innocent.

That means something.

Yeah, there's something to that.

That's right.

Get your stuff together.

We'll wait.

Sorry I can't help with the dishes, but
I got a lot of reading to catch up on.

You've done enough. You go ahead.

Mr. Madlock, where y 'all learn to cook
like this?

Well, let's just say it wasn't from my
father.

I'll see you in the morning.

Night -night. Night.

Here, let me... No, no, no, no.

You just sit there.

Yeah.

Hey. That's a fine house you got here.

Yeah.

Real fine boy, too. You must be real
proud of him. Well, yeah.

No more than you are a gambler, though.

He's a fine boy, smart.

Got a head on his shoulders.

Yeah. He got a temper, too. He get that
from you or Martha?

Um, me, I guess.

He didn't learn to hold it in yet, huh?

No, he ain't had too much practice at it
yet.

Come on now, let me take this. No, no,
sit there.

Let's talk about things.

You know, the only place we know one
another is down at the diner.

The way I see it, that's like not
knowing one another at all.

Well, ain't a whole lot to know, Mr.
Madeline.

Charlie.

Mr. Charlie.

You like cooking for folks?

I like feeding my family.

Look, I ain't too good at this talking,
so unless you want me to go in there and

get on them dishes, I'm just gonna turn
in.

And again...

I can't thank you enough, Mr. Matlock.

Charlie.

No, sir.

No, it ain't.

It's Mr.

Matlock.

White folks hear me calling you Charlie
around that diner around town, they...

They just don't like that.

Mr. Matlock, you're a good man.

And I don't mean you no disrespect.

But some things are the way they are.

They burned a cross on Grandpa's lawn?

When Cyrus sent us to live with my
brother, it was because he didn't want

be there if things turned ugly.

And back then, when a black man was
accused of murdering a white man, things

could turn real ugly.

And what happened?

My father put the fire out and called
the sheriff's office.

Nobody showed up till the next morning.

Might as well not shown up at all.

I'm telling you, it was Mitchell Crane.

He's wearing that ball cap, you know,
with the bill turned up where he looks

like some kind of giant duck.

It was nighttime, Charlie. You can't be
sure what you saw. That fire going is

bright as day out here.

Even if it was Mitchell Crane, I
wouldn't have arrested him anyway. I

what's the crime?

Trespassing. Destruction of property.

Some of your grass got burned.

It'll grow back. In fact, them ashes
will probably do it some good.

You're telling me it's all right to go
around burning stuff in other people's

yards?

Look, we'll do everything we can to make
sure nothing else happens.

If you use some common sense when it
comes to who stays at your house, you

as well as I do none of this would have
happened.

Where are you going? Get back.

Alma?

Alma, I need them hotcakes, all right?

Come on.

That's a

nice

-looking cap you got there, Mitchell.

Bill get turned up that way by accident
or do you want to go around looking like

a moron?

You say something to me, old man.

Bill up like that can't keep the sun out
of your eyes.

You don't need to keep your head warm.
You're too good at lighting fires.

Certain people need to learn certain
things just ain't done around here.

It just seems to me that light... priors

in other people's yards is a pretty dumb
way to make a point.

But if you ever get the urge to do it
again, burn something else.

I see you and yours in church all the
time.

I guess the cross don't mean nothing to
you.

Just don't seem Christian to use the
cross as a symbol of hate.

Maybe Reverend Weber ought to.

Talk on that sometime.

Maybe he ought to talk on how we're
supposed to love our brothers and treat

like we want them to treat us.

Why don't you shut up?

Two orders of eggs over easy, side of
bacon, side of sausage and grits. Don't

forget them hotcakes, all right?

I see you got the watch working.

And my boy, and I'm still shorthanded.
Why don't you hire Cyrus back?

I can't have no colored murderer working
here.

Cyrus ain't no murderer.

I know he ain't, but that's what
everybody thinks.

People stop coming in here, I go out of
business.

How long you think you're going to stay
in business and people have to wait a

half hour for their grits?

Cyrus is the best man that ever worked
for me. If it was just me, I'd hire him

back in a second, but... I got Alma to
think about in the young 'uns.

Did it ever occur to you if you hired
him back, people see how much you trust

him, they might get to thinking maybe
he's not a killer.

Hey, you got them hotcakes yet?

Dang it, Alma, where are them hotcakes?
Come on!

Well, I'm gonna go on over to Moley's.

Oh, she can't go over there. You won't
be safe.

Oh, Mr. Matlock, you done done enough
for me already.

Just what I'd do for any friend of mine.

Mr. Matlock, we ain't friends.

And never gonna be.

Truth of the matter is, all this hadn't
happened, I never would have set one

foot in your place.

Never eat here.

Never even had my family here.

No.

I'm best off with my own kind.

All right.

You know, a lot of them people down
there at the diner, ignoramuses.

I want to tell you something I believe.

I ain't gonna tell you that I've liked
every colored man I've met.

And I sure as hell ain't liked every
white man I've met.

But I like you.

You got a nice smile.

Smart.

Head on your shoulders.

Make the best blueberry pie on the face
of this earth.

And I ain't ignoring the fact that your
color, that's part of who you are.

But if neither the whites nor the cults
can start taking it one person at a time

instead of lumping everybody together,
then all the marching and protesting and

integrating in the world ain't going to
amount to a hill of bees.

Well, it really ain't that hard to make
a decent blueberry pie.

I could probably teach you how.

Probably not.

Hi, Dad.

How come you're not at the service
station?

I stayed home so Cyrus could teach me to
make blueberry pie.

You made that?

I helped.

What'd you do?

I picked the berries, washed them, tried
to make the crust, but after I'd pretty

much destroyed two batches of dough
trying to roll it out, Cyrus took over.

Where you been?

Talking to Owen Lashley.

Last person to see Sheriff Slattery
alive.

What'd he say?

He went down to the sheriff's station
around 8 o 'clock that night to

answer questions about that burglary at
his pawn shop.

And the sheriff sent Sully home around 8
.30 and Owen left about a half hour

later.

What time did Wes's wife find him dead?

9 .15.

So whoever killed him must have been
hiding outside the office waiting for us

be by ourselves.

Right.

Did you say you put new radios in all
three sheriff's cars last week?

No. Well, apparently Sully left his
wallet at the office that night and when

sheriff radioed him to tell him...

Owen says the static was so bad on
Sully's end, he could hardly hear what

saying. Static?

That radio's fresh from the factory.

Well, I thought you'd want to know.

Been there near half hour. When's your
daddy gonna call?

Soon as he gets to where Sully was that
night.

I really appreciate your doing this,
Owen.

Things like this drive my father crazy.

He's got to know whether it's the radio
or the work he did installing it. It's

bad. Hello, Ben?

It's Charlie.

You there? Hello?

I'm here, Dad. Where are you?

Chesterfield Road, about two blocks from
Sully's house.

How's his dad?

Nothing like it was that night.

Dad, you're coming in clear as a bell.

That don't make no sense.

Maybe Sully said he was somewhere else
and Owen heard it wrong.

Before he left office, he said he was
going home to supper.

Owen said Sully said he was going
straight home, Dad.

So, can Owen go now?

No!

Don't let Owen leave till I call you
back, can we? Don't let him leave.

I gotta go. Lord, I'm as crazy as your
papa staying this long.

That's the way it sounded that night.

We can hardly hear you for the static
dad. Where are you?

Not closing before

Hello, Sully. Sully.

Hello, Ben, Charlie. What brings you out
here?

I need to talk to you, Sully.

Yeah? About what?

About, uh, burglary over at Owen
Lashley's pawn shop.

How's the investigation going?

It's coming.

Slow, but sure.

Found that $50 bill with the phone
number on it yet?

Told you about that.

Owen, as soon as we found out, you
were...

Behind the sheriff's office, when Wes
radioed you about losing your wallet

night, we asked Owen a whole lot of
questions.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We just come from the bank, Sully.

Vera, you know, tell her, tall, red
hair.

She remembers that big deposit you made
the day after the robbery.

One of the bills had a phone number on
it. She asked you if you needed to copy

it down, and you said no.

That's why you killed the sheriff, isn't
it?

So you wouldn't find out you were the
burglar.

Ooh, you boys is barking up the wrong
tree.

We told Deputy Vance, and he told the
State Patrol, come clean and they might

easy on you, Sully.

Burglary's one thing.

Just don't prove I'm a murderer,
especially seeing that I'm white and

colored.

Compared to that, this don't mean
nothing.

How come you're here so late?

Couldn't sleep.

Sit down, I'll cut you a piece of pie.

No thanks, Pop.

How about a couple of hands of gin?

I don't know if that's such a good idea.

You know how you get when you lose.

Just that once, that glass of tomato
juice slipped off the table. I didn't do

on purpose.

So clear through my overhauls.

It was an accident, Dad.

All the face cards on top of this dick.

You shuffled, I didn't.

Are you sure this is a full deck?

You're getting testy already.

No, I'm not.

Jim? Jim!

I'm sorry, Dad.

At least the tomatoes used to watch
time.

Don't move. Just sit there. I'll clean
it up.

Your mother always said blueberry stains
won't come out.

Oh, Lord, it's not coming out.

I understand you were recently charged
with a crime, Deputy.

Objection. That is irrelevant to these
proceedings.

Goes to motive, Your Honor.

Motive? Who's on trial here? The wrong
man.

And if you let me continue, I'll prove
it.

Go ahead.

What crime were you charged with, Deputy
Hayes?

They say I stole some money from Owen
Lashley's pawn shop.

Prior to the sheriff's death, who in the
department...

normally investigated burglaries.

Me?

But when you and the sheriff interviewed
Owen about the burglary at his place, a

crime with which you've been charged,
the sheriff said he'd investigate the

case, didn't he?

Yeah.

Must have come as quite a shock.

After all, you were counting on
investigating that case, weren't you?

So you could make sure it was never
solved.

That ain't true.

You mean the fact that the sheriff wound
up dead.

Before he could look into that burglary
is just a big coincidence? That's right.

Everybody knows that that colored fella
over there done it.

He got mad at Wes for insulting his
cooking, and he killed him with his

His kind do stuff like that all the
time.

And all you're doing is muddying the
water, trying to confuse them good

over there.

Before your arrest, you had a key to
just about every place of business in

Harley, didn't you? For when you pulled
night patrol duty.

Yeah, that's right.

Have a key to the pawn shop?

Yeah. You also had a key to the diner,
didn't you?

Yeah. You used that key to get into the
diner after you left the sheriff's

office that night, didn't you? Most
certainly did not. And being real

not to disturb any of the fingerprints.

or blueberry juice that was on it, you
stole one of Cyrus Jordan's knives,

didn't you?

No. And then you went to your patrol
car, and instead of going home, you

in your car outside the back of the
sheriff's station, didn't you? No, that

ain't true.

You knew the sheriff would be calling
you because you accidentally on purpose

left your wallet there. What are you
talking about? So you waited and waited,

and sure enough...

He called you, giving you a chance to
make him and Owen think that you were

two blocks from home.

So later on, Owen could give you an
alibi. Isn't that right, Sully? No, that

ain't right.

And after that, you waited till Owen was
gone, and then you snuck in the

sheriff's office through the back door,
and then used the knife from the diner

to kill Sheriff Slattery so no one would
ever find out.

You were a common thief, didn't you?

No.

Yes, you did, Sully.

I know because I got proof.

I got proof right here.

Deputy Vance removed this from your
patrol car, the one you were driving

night.

It's the floor mat from the driver's
side.

Mind telling the court what made these
stains, Sully?

They're blueberry stains, aren't they,
Sully?

No.

They're... It's grape juice.

I was eating in my car and it spilled.

Well, if that were the case, those
stains would be on top of the floor mat,

on the bottom. No.

Police lab over in Atlanta says these
are blueberry stains.

How'd they get there?

Well... After you stole Cyrus' knife
from the diner that night, you had to

it out of sight while you were waiting
for Owen to leave the sheriff's office.

So you put it down by your feet,
underneath the floor mat.

Didn't you, Sully?

The next morning, the jury found Cyrus
innocent.

And by the end of the day, he was back
working at the diner.

And me and the children came back the
day after. And from then on, life seemed

to get better.

Cyrus seemed more at peace with himself
somehow.

And Gamble, well, white folks finding
his daddy innocent like that gave

him something he'd been missing his
whole life.

Hope.

Where's Gamble now?

Columbus, Ohio.

Got his own advertising company. And
Cora, she's married.

Mother of three. And what about Cyrus?

That's why I called your daddy.

Cyrus passed away three weeks ago.

I'm so sorry.

He was a fine man, Martha. I'll never
forget him.

I got something I want to show you.
Close your eyes.

Okay, now open them.

You still got that old car? That was my
father's pride and joy.

He was a good man, too.

Your daddy and granddaddy set our lives
on a good course.

I just thought somebody...

Oh, thank you.

Oh, it's too late.