All language subtitles for matlock_s08e02_the_fatal_seduction_1

Oh, you could take a week and go to Lake
Louise. Oh, look at that scenery.

Snow -capped mountains, pristine lakes.

Does it say how much it is?

That's not important.

The Greek islands. Oh, Dad, you could
take a cruise.

Oh, would you look at the water.

Oh, it was blue.

There's a price on the back. Dad, life's
expensive. Then you die. You can't take

it with you.

I could try.

I could do like Rochester said Jack
Benny on the radio was going to do.

And what, pray tell, was that?

Sew it to my shroud.

Hello, Ben.

You could knock.

Billy, are you all right?

Lucy's dead.

Lucy's dead?

Lucy's dead.

Died last night in her sleep in that
beach house she had up in North

Some kid who's renting a room from her
found her and called me about an hour

ago.

Billy, I'm so sorry.

Lucy's dead.

Lucy's dead.

My dear, beloved sister.

Why isn't you never grateful for what
you got until you don't have it anymore?

Hit me driving over here. I took her for
granted, Ben. I don't even remember

what color her eyes were.

They were brown.

How would you know?

I went with her all through high school.

And then you dumped her.

I didn't dump her.

You dumped her.

She wound up living with me for 35 years
because you dumped her and broke her

heart.

Now, neither of us know the color of her
eyes.

They were brown.

Funeral stay after tomorrow.

Lucy's dead.

Sooner we leave for North Carolina, the
better. Yeah, it'll be a long drive for

you. You're going to drive.

What? You're going to drive your car.

What? I can't take my pickup.

The boys' car would never make it out of
the state.

Why are you looking at me like that? You
were going anyway, weren't you?

I mean, if you got time to go on some
kind of fancy cruise, you surely got

to see to it that the girl who spent
half her life pining away for you gets a

proper send -off.

It's all right, Dad. I'll take care of
everything right here.

No.

I can't pick out a burial dress or
arrange flowers or

do a get -together after a funeral.

You're coming too.

We should almost be there.

Oh, this is where Lucy spent her last
days.

Some run -down shack on the beach.

It's all my fault.

Oh, just stop beating up on yourself,
Pop.

She's the one who sold the farm out from
underneath you and ran off with half

the money. She made you miserable, you
know it.

Yeah, she had it tough.

Good Lord, didn't exactly endow her with
looks and brains, you know. Thought the

only fella who looked at her twice was
Ben.

Tells you something right there.

You gonna eat that pickle?

Here's the driveway, Pop. Right here.
Turn here. Turn here.

This is Lucy's house?

I guess so.

How long did she own this place?

About two years, I think.

What was your name again?

Clyde. Clyde Eller. I knew her from the
surfboard shop where I work.

What was Lucy doing in a surfboard shop?

She hung out there all the time.

In fact, I was paying for my room by
teaching her how to paddle a board. Aunt

Lucy was learning how to surf?

Yeah. Are you sure we're talking about
the same Lucy Lewis?

About this fellow's age? About yea tall
and yea wide?

Why don't you tell me?

Here's a picture.

That's her, all right. No, it's not.

Yes, it is. Look, brown eyes. She's got
orange in her hair.

What's she wearing on her feet?

That looks like Rollerblade.

Yeah, she was something.

Game for anything.

Loved having young people around.

Door was always open.

Fridge always stocked.

She was on drugs, wasn't she?

No way.

Wouldn't allow booze in the house,
either.

Nope. She was just out to have a good,
clean time.

Well, listen, I'm gonna take a swim
before I go to work.

There's two bedrooms on this level and
three above and one below, not including

mine. So you all have a good time, okay?

Thanks, we will. All right.

See you.

One good thing, we don't have to pay for
a motel.

Let's go get the luggage.

Okay.

Get on the block.

Nice car.

Nice everything.

Things are looking up.

We're looking up.

Hey, Ashley.

It's yours?

Yeah, how'd you get it?

Somebody found it over by the volleyball
court.

I never seen you wear it.

Yeah, how's the new board working out?
First chance I had to try it. Yeah, well

be careful. The undertow's pretty heavy
today.

Flag's not up.

Yeah, well, I guess our fearless
lifeguard has other things on his mind.

I'll catch you later.

Mike! Look, I don't mean to tell you
your job or anything, but the undertow's

getting pretty bad out there.

You might want to do something with
this.

Oh, you mean like, uh, stick it
someplace?

Yeah, that's exactly what I mean.

All right. How about, uh... There, how's
that?

to leave quite alone for a change.

Mr. Lewis, I'm so sorry to have kept you
waiting. It's all right, Reverend.

This is a friend of mine, Ben Matlock.
Virgil Atkinson. Nice to meet you, Mr.

Matlock. Lord knows Billy needs a friend
right now. I knew Lucy, too.

Kind, generous, happy -go -lucky Lucy.
Now, the reason I wanted to see you, Mr.

Lewis, is that I was hoping that you
could give me some stories about Lucy

I could use at the funeral service.

Stories? You know, anecdotes. Perhaps
something she did as a little girl that

was particularly memorable or indicative
of the kind of person she was.

Well, you tell me when to stop,
Reverend, because there was no one this

the Jordan that did more good works than
my sister.

Like the time she found a nest of thrush
eggs in a hayfield our pa just mowed.

You all right?

The wave knocked me down. I can hang my
knee.

Need some help?

No.

Thanks. Bye, sweetheart.

No problem.

What's your name?

Harry. I'm Tim.

Hi.

And this is our top -of -the -line
model.

Polished cherry wood, silk lining, nylon
padding, solid

brass fittings.

Very luxurious.

How much?

Well, the first one we looked at runs
around $1 ,500.

This one goes for $3 ,000.

And the other three we looked at, $1
,900, $2 ,000, and $2 ,500.

$3 ,000 for something you're going to
stick in the ground and throw dirt on?

Most people want the best for their
loved ones, Mr. Matlock.

As a final gesture of respect.

It's for dear sweet Lucy, Ben.

Oh, Billy, she'll never know the
difference.

It's your money.

The one for 3 ,000.

You, uh, take a check.

Not from an out -of -state bank, I'm
afraid.

Pay him.

Me? Use one of those fancy credit cards
you're always flashing.

Really? I want Lucy to have the best.

Like the time when, as a little girl,
she found a nest of eggs on the ground

a newly mowed field.

She watched and waited for the mother
bird.

But when it became apparent that she had
abandoned her fallen nest, Lucy took it

home and tried day and night to keep the
eggs warm in hopes that they would

hatch.

No, she didn't. She scrambled them up
and ate them for breakfast.

Lucy had a mean streak.

Billy's acting like she's a second
-coming Mother Teresa.

It's his way of dealing with his grief.

Sure.

So you come here every summer?

Yeah, just about.

My aunt has a place here.

Where are you staying?

In my car.

I do have hotels around here, you know.
Yeah, well, I came here to surf. I don't

need a room.

Although I may end up staying a little
longer than I thought.

Want another picture?

I'm getting tired of this place.

You want to go someplace else?

My place?

Your aunt won't mind.

My aunt is in Europe for the summer.

And my roommate's having dinner
downtown.

Please.

What's wrong with you?

Don't touch me!

What's going on?

I told him to stop and he wouldn't. Hey,
hey, hey, what's, what, what's... Get

away!

Case carry didn't mention it.

My name's Ashley.

You got one crazy roommate, Ashley.

I thought it only fair to warn you.

Last night after you left, I called the
police.

She wanted to know what constitutes
attempted rape.

You didn't tell them your name, but
she's thinking of having you arrested.

I didn't try to rape her.

She says you did.

And frankly, from what I saw, if anybody
asked, I'd have to agree. Oh, man.

I don't believe this.

Look, Carrie's got a few problems. Yeah,
tell me about it.

Pressing charges will only screw her up
more.

I'm going to suggest something that may
seem a little crass at first, but hear

me out, okay?

Carrie is deeply in debt.

She needs money.

What are you saying?

You're saying that I should pay her off?
I'm saying that if you were to do

something to show her that you're not
such a bad guy, that you're honestly

for what happened, and then just quietly
left town, she'd probably be willing to

drop the whole thing.

Yep. How much?

Three grand.

Yes.

Cookie,

anyone? Oh, yeah.

Oh, no, thanks.

Oh, go ahead. You'll swim it off. Oh,
no, I'm diabetic. I can't have sugar.

Hey, Clyde. Hey, CJ. How you doing? Oh,
excuse me.

I can't get over how many young people
are here and how they were all so fond

Lucy. She must have gone back to being
the girl I knew in high school.

Tell me the truth, Dad. Did you love
her?

No.

Yeah, I guess.

So how come you didn't marry her?

Well, she was two years older than me.

I could see down the road, you know.

Where are you going, Papa?

Outside.

Is that right, Pop?

I got a lot on my mind with him.

You know, it's weird, you know.

It's just you and me now.

Come on, Pop. Talk to me. Open up.

Okay.

I got a question for you, son.

Anything.

Do you think she left this house too?

I could pay her off.

I mean, he got this pathetic look on his
face, like a puppy that somebody just

kicked across the room. And then three
seconds later, he says, how much?

Oh, God.

I mean, usually they stomp around all
angsting and mad, but this one, instant

cave. You should have asked for more
money. I don't think he had it.

Mmm. What kind of fish is this?

Peabass. Good.

I'm beginning to like it here, Leanne.

It's great.

Maybe I'll take surfing lessons.

How you doing?

Give me a beer. Whenever it's on tap.

You got it.

Hey, Tim.

How's it going?

Don't ask.

Tim. Come over.

Uh.

Leanne McIntyre, Cliff Lewis, Tim
McDaniel. Hey, how you doing? Hi.

Yeah, Leanne and Cliff are lawyers.

Came up from Atlanta for Lucy Lewis's
funeral.

Did you know her, too?

No. What kind of lawyers?

Criminal, mostly.

Do you mind if I ask you a hypothetical
question?

Go ahead.

Okay. Well, say I had a friend.

And say he meets this girl.

He buys her a few beers, they hit it
off, and he ends up at her place, okay?

Okay. Well, they're fooling around.

But before anything really serious
starts to happen, she jumps up and

screaming that the guy's trying to rape
her. I mean, he isn't, but she claims he

is, and she's making noise like she's
going to call the cops.

Well, at this point, the guy figures
that she's a little cracked.

So to smooth things over, he pays her
off.

Only then he discovers that she and her
roommate set him up.

The whole thing was a scam.

They extort money from guys like him as
a matter of course.

Nice girls.

Well, my question is, what can you do
about it?

Unless he can prove the whole thing was
a scam, there isn't much he can do about

it. How does he prove it?

Well, he could try to track down some of
their other victims, see if any of them

are willing to press charges.

Or he could wait till they try it again
and catch them in the act, as it were.

Okay.

Mr. Lewis. You're Lucy's lawyer?

Yes, my name is Phil Trenton.

Oh, I thought I heard the doorbell.
Lucy's lawyer.

Hi, I'm Phil Trenton. Ben Matlock. Want
a soda? You don't have to treat him like

a guest, Benny. He's a lawyer.

Where's the will? I have a copy of it
right here.

Who'd she leave this house to?

Well, let's see.

Ah, to Mr.

Clyde Eller.

Clyde Eller?

Clyde Eller?

She can't do that. Ben, tell him she
can't do that. She bought this house

my money. She can't turn around and
leave it to someone who's not even kin.

How could she do this?

She can't do this.

There's no justice.

I loved her better than life itself.

It's not fair, Billy.

It's your fault.

If you'd married her the way you were
supposed to, she wouldn't have moved

here and left this house with some snot
-nosed kid.

I listened to her whine all those years.

Year after year after year complaining
about back aches and belly aches and toe

aches. I had to go out to the barn to
sneak a little drink of whiskey. I had

keep my head turned to the side so she
couldn't smell it. I put up with that

hag for 35 years.

Damn! It's got to be my house. Billy.

Keep out of this.

She did have other assets.

Who gets those?

Well, she left her Bible, some letters,
some photos, and several scrapbooks to,

and I quote, The man I loved back when I
didn't have a brain in my head.

Ben Matlock.

What about me?

Well, it appears that as her closest
surviving relative, you get everything

else. Like what?

Her clothes. Her clothes?

I believe she had a car.

Piece of junk. What about jewels?

I don't believe she had any. Stocks,
bonds, mutual funds?

When it came to money, Mr. Lewis, your
sister wasn't much of a player.

She was more the type who believed the
safest place for her money was under her

mattress.

Excuse me.

I know a place.

Can we dance there? You bet.

Lead the way.

Game's over. Carrie!

Carrie, call the police! Hey, what's
going on? I'm setting you up, man.

The minute you touch her, she's gonna
cry rape. Hey, hey!

Hey! Hey! No! Get me back!

No!

Hey! Get out of here!

Who did you do this to?

Just gonna be in yours from now on.

What do you mean?

What is he talking about? Nothing. He's
a nutcase.

I went out with him once and he's been
harassing me ever since.

Maybe you should call the police. No, I
don't want them involved.

But if the guy really is a nutcase...
Look, Terry, it's real sweet of you to

concerned, but he's basically harmless,
so just don't worry about it, all right?

Why don't we call it a night?

You sure you'll be okay? I'll be fine.

Where are you staying?

Beachside Inn, room 211.

What are you doing?

Might geek up our bet, what do you
think?

Hi, it's Carrie.

Yeah, remember that favor I did for you
last summer?

Yeah, well, it's payback time.

What are you doing?

Grounding. I have?

He's dead.

Okay, everybody back, please.

Stand back.

Oh, my God, that's Tim.

You know him?

Yeah, Tim McDaniels. He bought a board
from me a couple days ago.

Hey, Mike, what happened?

Oh, man, he cramped up or something.

I could see he was in trouble, but he
was so far out, man, by the time I got

him, it was too late.

He wasn't on his board?

No. Well, why not?

What am I, psychic? How do I know? He
went for a swim.

All right, people, back up. Back up.

Please, everybody can get back.

I don't get it. I saw him out here the
other day. The guy could swim like a

fish.

And there are guys out there on board.

Why didn't he call someone for help?

Doesn't make sense.

Hi. Hi, Pop. Where's Clyde?

I left him on the beach. He's going
swimming or running or mountain climbing

something. I swear, for somebody who
doesn't need sugar, he's got more energy

than anybody I ever saw.

Did you hear somebody drowned?

Yeah, Clyde told me. He just sold him a
board.

Tim something.

Tim McDaniels?

Yeah.

We met him. Yeah, Clyde just introduced
us. Oh, man, we had a really weird

conversation with him. Yeah, it seems
some...

quote -unquote friend of his was falsely
accused of date rape by some woman, the

guy figured he better pay her off so she
wouldn't go to the police. You know, he

wanted to know what kind of legal
recourse his friend had.

And we figured he was talking about
himself.

Yeah, of course he was talking about
himself.

Dad,

excuse me, where are you going?

Library. Read a little.

Ben McIntyre.

Mike Bridell.

Guess you've had a pretty difficult day,
haven't you?

Yeah.

I'm just staying down the beach at Lucy
Lewis' place.

I heard she passed away.

Did you know her?

I had to rescue her a couple of times.

First time was legit. She fell off her
board and she couldn't get back in. The

other times, I think she just liked the
first time a lot.

Was she a relative of yours? No, my dad
and I just came in for the funeral.

Oh, yeah, the lawyers, right?

I heard about you guys.

Well, listen, I got to go.

So what happened today anyway?

Some guy got himself into trouble and
drowned.

Did you know him?

I'd keep him around, not personally, no.

Heard he was a good swimmer.

Yeah, most surfers are. He cramped up or
something.

Was he unconscious when you got to him?

Just about.

Someone on the beach told the police it
looked like you were struggling with

him. Look.

I don't care what some turkey standing
100 yards away thinks he saw on the

I was there.

The guy was blue and starting to sink
when I got to him, and he grabbed me,

pulled me under, and was unconscious by
the time I got him out, okay?

And how do you know what somebody told
the cops, anyway? I had heard that the

guy that drowned was having personal
problems. Now he's dead.

That's strange, and I'm curious.

Yeah.

Well, it has been a long, rotten day and
I don't feel like talking about it

anymore.

Excuse me.

She asked you some questions. What's the
big deal?

Look, I don't care if she's related to
J. Edgar Hoover. Neither she nor anybody

else is ever going to be able to prove a
thing.

Mike, chill out.

Everything is fine.

Now, go have a beer, watch some tube,
get some sleep, and I'll talk to you

tomorrow, okay?

Atta boy.

Sweet dreams.

What was that all about?

Some lawyer's been asking Mike questions
about the drowning.

Why would some lawyer be asking
questions? Who cares?

Nobody's going to be able to prove
anything.

We're home free. Why can't he see that?

Because he's got the IQ of a grape.

You should have never asked him to do
it.

Can I ask you a question?

Why did he say yes?

He owed me.

Helped him duck a possession with intent
to sell charge last year by lying to

the cops.

Thought he could handle something like
this.

Think he's gonna cave?

I don't know.

French braid my hair, okay?

Now? Yeah.

I do my best thinking when I'm getting
my hair done.

Feeling better?

No, not really.

I shouldn't have done it.

Yeah, you should have done it. You owe
me, remember?

It's like I told you last night.
Nobody's going to be able to prove

Well, that's easy for you to say.

Mike, the guy drowned, just like you
said.

There's no evidence for anything else.

Carrie, I got Ben Matlock's daughter
asking me questions and talking to the

police. And I'm sure when they talk to
the police that they don't get ignored.

This isn't the place.

Hey, you brought it up, okay?

Look, I'll come over in a minute, okay?

We can talk about it.

Fine.

What? One hand washes the other one.

You want some money?

You want to split? I'll make it right.

Anything you want, okay?

I'll take care of it.

I mean it.

Well, I guess we can all feel safe
knowing you're on the job.

Get lost, all right? Hey, Mike, I got an
idea.

Why don't you try washing the water
instead of the girls, huh?

Hey, you got a problem?

Yeah, maybe that way the tourists
wouldn't have such a bad habit of coming

of the water dead.

Stop it! On my beach, what I say goes
and I say get lost.

Now move it!

You're not worth it right now.

You know, I thought borrowing a cup of
sugar was something people only did in

the movies.

Terry and I just suddenly got the urge
to bake something.

Has that ever happened to you?

Oh, yes. I used to love to bake. Of
course, that was back in the 70s, in the

days, when the main ingredient was...

We'll get back to you as soon as we can.

You got it.

Well, I gotta get going.

Thanks a lot.

Sounds to me like you could use a back
rub.

Ah!

So am I enjoying dinner?

We're eating barbecue chicken, your
favorite. And we're about to have the

cake we just made for dessert.