All language subtitles for matlock_s09e13_the_target

Still messing with my youth.

I'm not messing with it. I'm just, you
know, trying to teach myself how to play

it. Well, you have to make chords.

Chords. Take this finger right there,
put it on that drink. Like that? Yeah.

Okay. Take that finger and put it right
there. Like that. All right, now play

the four.

The four of them? Uh -huh.

Hey, that's a C chord. Hey!

Now that.

Did Will call?

No, uh, he didn't.

He's late.

Well, it was only four minutes late.

I can't wait to get out to that lake.

We've already picked out our favorite
spot and everything.

Oh.

Will you get that?

Yeah. Oh, yeah. Careful. All right. I'll
take it. There you go.

Coming.

Oh, Ben.

Hey, Ben.

What happened?

Well, I got mugged last night.

What? Well, I don't know who it was,
came up behind me and whacked me on the

of the crowbar, took my wallet and ran
off.

That's awful.

And I know how much you really wanted to
go on this trip. I thought I could fish

left -handed.

Well, as always, next year.

I'm sorry, Ben.

Take care of your arm.

Thank you. Yeah, I'll see you, Will. See
you.

See you, Will.

That's got to hurt.

What do you look so dejected for? You
know, you can still go fishing.

I don't want to fish by myself.

Don't you remember I told you yesterday
one of Judge Stern's law clerks called

and he invited you to go out on his boat
tomorrow.

You know, Judge Stern's invited me a
hundred times and I've never been able

go. Well, give him a call.

Hi, guys.

Oh, hey, Jer.

I thought you'd be long gone by now.

Tomorrow.

I'm going fishing on Jed Stern's boat.

I thought you got seasick on boats.

Oh, no. That was a long time ago.

Here's some soda water. Drink some of
that, and you'll be all right getting

sea legs back in those.

Now, Ben, would you mind if I went back
out there for about 30 minutes?

I've both been in dry dock for a week
getting painted, and I sure would like

do a little more fishing. You know I
have.

You'll be all right.

Glenn Silver?

Yeah. I'm Detective Marks. This is
Officer Brown. I'd like to ask you a few

questions.

What's this about, Detective?

Were you at the marina yesterday?

Yeah, why?

Did you happen to see Judge Michael
Stern while you were there?

Judge Stern?

What are you talking about? It's a
straightforward question. Did you see

Stern yesterday when you were at the
marina? And I'm not answering that until

you tell me what this is about.

Judge Stern was killed in an explosion
on his boat yesterday.

I haven't seen the judge in over four
years.

Why are you asking me this?

We found your fingerprints near the slip
where the judge kept his boat.

What? What do you say we talk a little
more about this downtown?

Hi, Mr. Matlock.

Hi, Ray.

Still in a state of shock?

Yeah, we all are.

Oh, I'm Cliff Lewis. Hi, Rick Peck. Good
to see you all.

You know, I didn't even think the judge
was taking his boat out this week.

Said he was getting it painted.

Well, if he wasn't going to take the
boat out, why did you call Cliff and

me he wanted me to go fishing?

You know, you don't sound like the guy I
talked to.

I wasn't. I didn't call you.

Well, maybe it was one of Judge Stern's
other law clerks.

No, I'm it.

Now, Ben, I'm not delusional. I know
someone from Judge Stern's law office

called me up, said they were his clerk,
and invited you out on that boat.

Somebody wanted me on that boat.

Why are you so interested in the guy who
mugged me?

Well, I got a kind of sick feeling that
the explosion on that boat was meant for

me and not the judge.

Get out of here.

And if it was meant for me, then
somebody...

had to know that you and I were going
fishing. In order to get me on that

I had to make sure we did not go to the
lake.

What are you saying, Ben?

I mean, the guy who broke my arm, did it
just so that you'd go fishing with

somebody else?

You didn't even get a glimpse at the guy
that whacked you? He told me if I

turned around, I'd die.

And I didn't want to die.

What did his voice sound like?

Kind of raspy, I remember, and a little
high.

I'd gotten a call from the head of human
resources at D .C. Drake Corp.

He said his name was Don Arnold.

The company sells boating equipment.

He said a friend of mine recommended me
for a sales job in the company, and he

wanted to discuss it over lunch down at
the marina.

Did you call your friend to verify if he
did?

I wasn't about to look a gift horse in
the mouth, Mr. Matlock. I haven't worked

in a long time.

So you made it for lunch.

Yeah. He seemed like a nice guy.

So much for my judge of character.

So we had lunch and we took a walk down
by the dock.

What did he look like?

Nice looking guy. Very muscular.

Blonde hair.

Looked like he'd just gotten a cut.

What about his voice?

It's funny you should mention that.

I remember thinking that he had a very
high voice.

Mr. Matlock, five years ago when Judge
Stern had me disbarred for jury

tampering, I hated him.

I was very vocal about it.

I was just angry that I got caught.

The years of law school, the indignity
of it all.

I know you didn't kill the judge, Glenn.

But whoever framed you really did his
homework.

Killing the judge on the anniversary of
your disbarment.

Somebody must have really wanted to kill
Judge Stern.

Unless I missed my guess, this had
nothing to do with Judge Stern.

What? I think whoever blew up that boat
had something else in mind altogether.

Killing me.

If somebody wanted you dead, Ben,
wouldn't it be easier just to shoot you

or poison you or something?

What a way to talk.

You know what I'm saying.

He would have had to make all those
phone calls, pretend to be a law clerk,

you on the judge's boat, and then frame
Glenn Silver.

I think it had to be more than one
person. You know, think about it.

Because this muscular guy with this high
voice, he would have had to have

attacked Will.

set up Glenn Silver, and killed Judge
Stern on it. It doesn't make sense. If

tell me how many killers out there would
actually take a guy to lunch, they're

going to be framing.

I think the guy Glenn had lunch with
works for whoever blew up the judge's

Yeah, yeah. A long calculated plan that
took months to get together.

I got a lot of enemies.

Fortunately, most of them are in jail.

What if one of them is it, you know?

What if someone's on parole or escaped?

Let me look into that, all right?

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Yeah,

I've been checking out all the
barbershops in the area.

Muscular guy with blonde hair and high
voices.

Mm -hmm. He might have gotten his hair
cut here, like, last Tuesday or

Wednesday.

Something wrong?

No, hair's just a little stringy.

Well, you're not stringy.

You remember cutting a guy's hair that
fits that description?

No, but one of my guys was out sick with
the flu today. He might have killed. I

could call him.

Well, here's my business card.

You can call me at that number.

What? Nothing.

You really like bangs, huh?

That probably might come back.

What do you think of the way I wear my
hair?

Okay.

Okay? Yeah, I like old -fashioned
hairdos.

Ben, Ben.

Wayne Drummond was released from prison
four months ago.

Who's Wayne Drummond? Oh, he got out.
Yeah, he must have had a friend on the

parole board.

Who's Wayne Drummond?

Oh, he really hates him. Who's Wayne
Drummond?

Oh, he's a bad actor who turned killer.

Oh, that Wayne Drummond.

A while back.

Leanne and I stayed at the Wilmot Hotel
for a cousin's wedding.

Turns out I got sick as a dog that night
and spent the whole weekend in my hotel

room. I was having trouble sleeping that
first night and just by chance took a

peek outside my window.

In a house across from the hotel, I saw
a young guy fighting with a girl.

They were at each other pretty good.

But it was their business, and I wasn't
about to stick my nose in it.

A little while later, I happened by the
window again.

And I saw what turned out to be this
girl's husband coming home.

The moment he drove up, the boy inside
hightailed it out of there.

The next morning, I found out the girl
had been murdered.

And the world is going on down there.

I don't know.

But that's the house I was telling you
about last night where I saw that sign.

Looks like the medical examiner's car.

Who died?

Elaine Cameron.

Dark hair, mid -thirties?

Yeah.

The police say she was stabbed in the
back.

Yes.

I think that's her husband.

Being arrested.

That's not the man I saw fighting with
her last night.

It's not?

No.

I think they got the wrong guy.

You're looking mighty pretty.

The kid I'd seen fighting with Helene
Cameron was Wayne Drummond, a wannabe

actor. When I saw him rehearsing the
play he was in, well, I got a sinking

feeling in my stomach.

Dad?

rehearsing that scene.

Yeah.

Mr. Drummond, I'd like you to meet my
father, Ben Matlock.

I saw you at Helene Cameron's house the
night she died.

Were you working on this scene?

Yeah. That's her understudy.

I guess that's what made it look like
you were fighting.

The scene.

How much did you see?

Did Helene break up with you that night?

Did she tell you she was never going to
see you again?

We were making plans to spend the
weekend together when her husband went

town.

Who told you she was going to end it?

Her husband?

Is that what he said? He said that he
and Helene were going to put their

marriage back together.

That's a lie.

I loved Helene and she loved me.

She was alive when I left.

Leanne ended up defending Helene
Cameron's husband, Phil.

Turned out Wayne Drummond hated Philip
Cameron from when he was doing another

play several years ago.

You killed her, didn't you?

No, I did not.

Yes, you did.

And for the life of me, I could not
figure out why. I mean, why would you do

such a thing?

Why would you date a married woman, over
two months ago, take out a life

insurance policy in her husband's name
in order to frame him for the murder? Do

I have to listen to these wild
accusations, Your Honor?

Not if she doesn't have proof, Ms.
McIntyre.

I have proof, Your Honor.

Proceed. This play that you were doing
in Porterville, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,

had to close, didn't it?

Yes. Would you tell the court why?

A few days into the play, there was a
car accident, and one of the cast

died. Her name was Carla Waters.

Yes.

You were in love with her, weren't you?

And Philip Cameron was driving the car
that hit her. Okay, it's true. I was in

love with Carla Waters.

This is a copy of the play taken this
morning by warrant from your house.

You'll notice that all of the dialogue
in here that is highlighted is for

Helene's role.

Well, I guess I picked up her copy.

You'll also notice that on page 14 there
are bloodstains, which the medical

examiner has identified as Helene
Cameron's blood.

Oh, come on. You saw the scene we had to
do in that play, and so did your

father, and he thought I was killing
her.

I remember I had accidentally hit her in
the nose, and she got a nosebleed.

Not according to the medical examiner
who did the autopsy.

There was no blood anywhere near
Helene's face. No cuts on her body at

except for the wound that killed her. So
maybe it happened the night before. We

rehearsed the scene for a week. I don't
remember.

That's not possible either.

You see, as it turns out, Helene bought
a new script the morning that she died.

So the only way those bloodstains could
have gotten on that script was when you

killed her.

Mr. Drummond, this was a cold, murderous
act.

You didn't kill out of passion or hate.

In order to get back at Philip Cameron,
you killed somebody you didn't even

dislike.

Well, he certainly sounds like the type
to hold a grudge.

Hello?

Yeah?

He did.

What was the name?

Great, thank you. Bye.

That was my barber friend.

Our soprano muscle man now has a name.
Ty Foster.

Ty.

If this is your guy with the high
-pitched voice, you're not going to hear

Nothing. Not one single week.

That's the way it goes sometimes.

Maybe forensics will come up with
something in the morning.

See you tomorrow.

Have a good night.

Did you call the police?

There's no need.

Ben, you gotta call the police.

I know who broke in here last night.

Jeffrey Spiedel.

That's why there were no clues over at
Ty Foster's place.

That was him, too.

Jeffrey Spiedel broke in this house two
years ago and tried to strangle me.

I just learned this morning he's out of
prison.

Jeffrey, what are you doing here?

You slipped off last night before I
could tell you to have a good day.

You are something.

Oh, thank you.

Jeffrey Spidell was one of the most
charming, likable men you'd ever want to

meet, except for one thing.

He was a cold -blooded serial killer.

What are you doing?

I don't want to leave any fingerprints.

Oh, Jeffrey!

I met him after he strangled Patricia
Downey, a senior partner in my

accountant's firm. I figured Spidell
must have really hated her.

I was wrong.

The person he really hated was me.

Yes, we had a wonderful evening. You
sure you didn't have a big argument with

her? Of course I'm sure. She didn't lock
herself in the bathroom?

Where did you get such an idea? I've got
to ask you where you were the morning

Patricia Downey was murdered.

I can't believe you.

I really don't have time for this. I
hate to be blunt with you, but I'm gonna

have to ask you to leave right now,
please.

This makes you look awfully guilty.

Yes, Mr. Matlock.

I know.

He knew exactly what I'd do and used it
to humiliate me.

And she's all set to testify that she
saw your car parked in front of

house at 7 .15 the morning she was
murdered. A black Jaguar XJS

convertible parked right on the street,
just like always, by one of

Patricia's... Water sprinklers. That was
your car. You parked it there. Then you

went inside and you killed her, didn't
you?

My car was in the shop that morning,
sir.

What?

My car was in the shop that morning
getting service.

They picked it up the day before the
murder. They returned it to me the day

after. Call Doug Harding Motors. They
keep records, too, you know.

I have no idea why he came after me like
that. It was totally uncalled for and

frankly a little pathetic.

Saw the news?

The legendary Ben Matlock really got cut
down to size today, didn't he?

Being humiliated like that really hurts,
doesn't it?

You know something? The pain never goes
away, never goes away. Every time you

look in the mirror, it comes right back
at you like a kick in the gut. You're

never quite the same.

Councilwoman Dez and Bill David, you
humiliated them before you killed them.

Put them out of their misery, is a
better way to put it.

They were both lawyers.

Very good.

That mark on their forehead wasn't the
Roman numeral two.

No, no, it's Greek.

Uppercase pi.

Plaintiff.

A little touch of irony.

No more talk.

Why lawyers?

Why not?

Stay right where you are.

You thought I'd never know you were
coming for me.

But I pretty well had the whole thing
figured out.

Yeah. He's working at the plant house.

I want to see him today.

Maybe I should go with you.

No. I want to see him alone.

I heard you're out of jail.

Mr. Matlock.

I didn't know you were a plant lover.

How'd you get out on parole so soon?

Well, the appeals court threw out all
the evidence.

I just was reading about you. You're
defending that guy who blew up that

boat and almost killed you.

He didn't do it.

So you're going to pull one of your
famous rabbits out of the hat and prove

someone else did it? I might.

I'd like to see that.

Maybe you will.

I think whoever blew up the boat...

was actually trying to kill me.

It was the same fellow who broke in my
house last night and slipped on a pair

rollerblades. Then he broke his neck.

You think it was me?

Crossed my mind.

Oh, no, no, no, Mr. Matlock, no. I was
at home last night, alone.

You've got to believe me.

I'm a changed man.

Where were you yesterday afternoon about
5 .15 when Ty Foster was killed?

I'm sorry, who is Ty Foster?

Ty Foster is a fellow who unfortunately
used to work for you.

He was killed in Willow Springs, and I
want to know where you were.

Well, I don't think I know a Ty Foster,
but let me see. Yesterday at 5 .15.

I was involved in a car accident over in
Highgate between 4 .30 and 5 o 'clock.

You can check the police report.

And let me see, at rush hour, that's got
to be at least 40 minutes from Willow

Springs.

I didn't kill anyone, Mr. Matlock. I'm
telling you, I'm a changed man.

I'm sure.

I'll check with the police.

I've been waiting for you.

Oh.

I got the police report on Jim Spiedel's
accident yesterday.

He couldn't have gotten from Highgate to
Willow Springs in time to kill Ty

Foster.

Well, remember the Baxter University
baseball cap they found next to Ty

body? Yeah.

It wasn't his.

Cap didn't fit his head, and the hair
inside wasn't his.

What color was the hair?

Black and short.

I know a boy with black hair who went to
Baxter University.

You think it was his hat?

It could be, but he was convicted of
murder.

Do you have anything to do with that?

Oh, yeah.

A couple of years ago, I agreed to give
a lecture to the law club at Baxter

University. It turned out to be one of
the biggest mistakes of my life.

Yeah, Mark?

Have you ever seen the perfect murder?

Well, I've seen cases that were never
solved.

You really hate somebody, and you want
to kill them.

How do you do it? Yeah, how do you do
it? How do you do it?

Theoretically, if you wanted to kill
somebody, you'd first have to have a

motive. So you'd want to do it. Then
you'd find somebody to kill.

And you'd have to get rid of the body.

Yeah.

You'd get rid of the body and then try
to frame somebody else.

One of the girls in my class had just
broken up with a bully named Eddie

who everybody hated.

We're over after six months. No, hey,
you'll see to get it. She doesn't want

see you anymore Why don't we just get
out of her way? You're beginning to

me See around

me alone

leave me alone

Right after Eddie Price died, the dean
of students called me to his office and

actually accused me of teaching those
kids how to commit a perfect murder.

Ben, I think you had a hand in this.

What did I do?

You all but gave your class a blueprint
of how to commit a perfect murder.

The police think I'm in on this?

Well, no, I didn't say you did it
intentionally.

I'm saying I didn't do it at all!

I saw you at the cafe, Bobby. For all I
know, you might be trying to frame me.

Bobby, I spoke to Buddy Hart, Eddie's
roommate. He said you hated Eddie

he took Carol from you.

Hated?

Isn't that a little overstated?

Bobby, you said you wanted to kill him.

Time out here. Okay, I was madder than
hell when Carol first dumped me, but

was a long time ago. You may not believe
this, honey, but guys do get over you.

You know what? I don't like being
treated like a suspect.

Don't you get it?

We're all suspects.

Fortunately, what I told this group
turned out to be true. There is no such

thing as a perfect murder.

Now, the night Eddie disappeared, you
were in your room studying.

Yes. The proof we have of that is that
your car was parked down front. That's

right, it was.

How about Carol's car that night? Did
you drive it?

No.

I didn't. I told you I was at home,
so... Oh.

This is the gas pedal off Carol's car.

You see that shiny part right there?

Yeah, I see it. I think that's varnish.
What about you?

Could be.

Yeah?

And, uh... And this is, uh... What are
you doing with my shoe?

I borrowed it.

What the hell is going on? I don't have
to sit here and answer your questions.

I'm out of here. Hey, Bob.

You got something to hide?

No. Then sit down and answer the man's
questions.

You see this shiny spot here on the
bottom of your running shoe?

I see it. I think that's varnish, too.

I think it's the same varnish that's on
the gas pedal from Carol's car.

Your uncle owns a speedboat, doesn't he?
An old mahogany inboard?

Yeah, he does.

Are you aware that on September 30th, at

5 o 'clock in the evening, a fresh coat
of varnish was applied to that boat?

No, I wasn't.

I believe the varnish on that boat

The same as the varnish on your running
shoe and the gas pedal from Carol's car.

That doesn't prove anything.

Well, I think... I think you... I think
you might have killed Eddie.

I think you might have slipped out of
your apartment that night. You didn't

your car because you knew that somebody
might notice it was gone.

I think you might have...

Use the keys to Carol's car that she
gave you when you were dating.

I think you might have driven her car
out of the parking lot to the library,

over to Eddie's house, killed him, put
him in the car, driven him to the boat,

taken him out to sea, and dumped his
body overboard.

You can't prove that I killed Eddie
Price.

Mr. Matlock, you can't prove that
Eddie's dead.

No.

No, I can't.

There's no body.

There may never be a body.

I'm just making suppositions. But I tell
you, as sure as we're all sitting here,

if I'm making these suppositions, the
police will too.

Well, I'll find out where he is. I might
still have his parents' number. Let's

see.

Let's see.

Ben Matlock.

I was calling about your son.

No, I didn't.

I'm sorry.

Bye.

What happened?

Bobby Simpson got out of prison four
months ago.

And six weeks ago...

He was killed in an automobile accident
outside Miami.

Drunk driving.

Ben, if he's dead, what was his hat
doing at Ty Foster's?

Jeffrey Spidell.

He put it there. He's toying with me.

It has to be Jeffrey Spidell.

Sure as I'm sitting here.

Pretty sure Judge Stern's boat was over
there.

Hey, if you don't mind me asking, why do
you care where we kept the boat?

Oh, uh, well, we figured the bomb was
put on the boat while it was here. Not

that we've ever blown up anything, but
we figured the guy had easier access on

land instead of in the water.

Well,

that's what it was.

Huh.

I'd have never known the judge had his
boat up here.

He hadn't said he was having to paint
it.

Do you

think

you could rope off this whole area for
the rest of the day?

Again? Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Now, two years ago, I accused you of
murder and ultimately you were

convicted. Remember that?

Yes, I was in prison for two years
before the case was thrown out. How do

feel about me since I was the one
responsible for sending you to prison?

Well, I think you were just doing your
job.

No animosity?

No, sir, none.

You ever feel like killing me?

Mr. Matlock.

I am not angry with you. I've come to
terms with all that. I don't believe

for a second.

Didn't you hire Ty Foster to mug my
friend Will Owens so we'd have to cancel

fishing trip? And didn't you have Ty
Foster take my client, Glenn Silver, to

lunch at the marina so his fingerprints
would be found in the vicinity of Judge

Stern's boat slip?

I told you, sir, I do not know a Ty
Foster.

As always, you were smart. You did
everything just right.

You chose Glenn Silver to frame for the
judge's murder because you knew that

Glenn blamed the judge for disbarring
him. And the murder took place on the

anniversary of the disbarment.

You had everything pointed at the judge
as the target.

When all the time...

You were trying to murder me, weren't
you?

I don't want to murder anyone.

And it should have worked. It should
have worked. I went fishing with the

The bomb went off.

But I had seasick and got off the boat
before it happened.

Now the judge is dead.

Ty Foster works for you, and he's
probably figured out what's going on. So

you just tell the court where you were
at 5 .15 p .m., January 15th?

Well, as I told you, I was involved in a
car accident in Highgate. It was rush

hour. You were about 45 minutes from
where you were to Ty Foster's house when

was killed.

This Baxter University baseball cap was
found near the body.

It apparently belonged to Bobby Simpson,
another young man I was responsible for

sending to prison.

Ever seen it before?

No, I don't think so.

Bobby was killed about six weeks ago.

Car accident.

Of course, you knew that, didn't you?

No.

I think you did.

Get this. Somebody stole this cap and
placed it by the body.

It was you, wasn't it?

No. I think it was.

You were toying with me.

You were waiting your chance to get back
at me.

When you stole his cap, you also stole
Bobby's motorcycle.

That's how you got across town and rush
our traffic.

You had the car accident on purpose.

You had the motorcycle hidden right
there. All you had to do was hop on it,

over to Ty's house, and kill him. Right?

No. Objection. Irrelevant.

Your Honor, possibly Mr. Matlock is
confused. He's trying the wrong case.

Your Honor, I apologize for this
digression.

But this man is a cold -blooded killer.
And in time, it will come out that he

killed Ty Foster.

But I intend to prove that he killed
Judge Stern.

Make it snappy, Mr. Matlock. Yes, sir.

You like boats, Mr. Spydell? Not
particularly, no. Ever own one?

No. So you don't go to places like
marinas and boat shows and dry docks?

never. What would you say if I told you
I had an eyewitness who saw you at the

harbor dry dock?

Well, I'd say he was a liar.

And you'd be right.

But I've got something better.

I know maybe it's easier to put a bomb
on a boat when it's up on blocks than in

the water.

But I decided I'd make a trip.

to Harbor Tri -Dot, where Judge Stern's
boat was painted.

And there was paint all around on the
ground, and you know how people are.

You can't keep them out of it. There was
shoe prints here and there, different

shoes, different sizes.

And the police took

this pair of shoes from your place this
morning.

And this is what the police report says.

The report states that this paint on the
bottom of your shoe is an exact match

with the blue bottom paint used at the
harbor dry dock. It also says that this

shoe is an exact match with a print
found in the paint at the harbor dry

right next to where Judge Stern's boat
was kept.

You were there, Mr.

Spidell.

Probably at night, you couldn't see the
paint.

You planted the bomb that killed the
judge.

And you tried to kill me again.

And this time, if I have anything to do
with it, I'm going to send you to prison

for the rest of your life.

Clocker's Fish Market, dig in.