Matlock

Mr. Larson.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

As soon as the judge heard that,

he called a recess, and took us into his chambers,

and he lit into the D.A. like there was no tomorrow.

- (woman chuckles) - I mean,

all the poor guy could do was move to dismiss.

Why do I even bother?

With what?

Going to law school.

When I can learn everything I need to know from you.

Yeah, you've taught me that, too.

Oh, did you have a chance to talk to Larry Klein

about my clerking with his firm this summer?

No, I didn't.

But you will?

Of course.

Next time I see him.

Promise.

So when is the next time I'm going to see you?

Is tomorrow soon enough?

How about tonight?

I got to work late.

Oh.

Tell you what, why don't we meet

at the apartment tomorrow and have lunch?

Better yet, we could meet at the apartment

and not have lunch.

Um, got to get back.

Tomorrow, 12:30?

Can't wait.

Oh, uh, M-Mr. Larson.

Here are your messages.

And Mr. Jordan is waiting.

Ed Jordan?

What's he doing here?

He had a 2:00 appointment.

Why in the hell didn't you tell me?!

I told you this morning.

Your job isn't just to tell me, it's to make sure that I know.

Ed Jordan is important.

You've embarrassed me, Phyllis.

Mr. Larson...

And the next time that it happens, that's it.

And I mean it.

Ed, I'm terribly sorry.

My girl neglected to remind me that you were coming in.

Please, have a seat.

Get a pen and write this down.

Find two clean cups, fill them with coffee

and bring them to us.

Did you get that, dear?

Yes, sir.

Phyllis, for what it's worth,

I heard you tell him about that 2:00.

You'd think, after all these years, that I'd get used to it.

He seems to get worse and worse.

I know.

Well, you know he's not gonna fire you.

Oh, no.

He enjoys humiliating me too much.

I can't quit because, at my age, who would hire me?

Trapped like a rat in a cage.

Oh, what can you do?

I don't know.

It's a terrible thing to say,

but sometimes I wish he were dead.

Oh, Frank.

Eh, it must be the vitamins.

Listen, I'll call you tomorrow, 2:00, 2:30, and we

can get together later, okay?

Ride down with me?

What do you got in mind?

Well, we are 40 floors up.

Andrea.

What are you doing here?

You were supposed to be working late, remember?

I brought you dinner.

Who was that?

Her name's Carol.

How long has this been going on?

It's none of your business.

It's over with us, Andrea.

The hell it is.

You're a grown-up, Andrea.

You knew you weren't the first.

Surely you didn't think you'd be the last.

Nobody dumps me, Frank.

Nobody!

Look, I enjoyed you, you enjoyed me.

Now we both need a change.

What about that job you were setting up for me?

I can hardly ask Larry Klein

to hire a girl I used to sleep with.

Used to sleep with?!

Yes!

Past tense!

Go away.

I'm busy.

PHYLLIS (in distance): Andrea?

Is that you?

Yeah, Mom, it's me.

I ordered some pizza.

There's plenty left.

No, thanks.

I thought you said you wouldn't be back till after 10:00.

I have to tell you something.

What is it?

Mom, I had an affair with Frank Larson.

My Frank Larson?

Yes.

How could you?!

I know you hate him, Mom.

It's just that he was so nice to me.

He... he called me and he sent me flowers.

He told me he loved me.

He seduced you.

Oh, God.

My poor baby.

Why didn't you tell me?

I think I killed him.

What?

I killed him.

What?!

What ha... what happened?!

I went to his office tonight,

only he was there with another woman.

And after she left, I confronted him.

He laughed at me, Mom.

He said that... I wasn't his first

and I wouldn't be his last.

I was just so hurt,

and I was so angry, I didn't know what I was doing!

I picked up a-a bookend

: And hit him over the head.

But I...

Did, uh, d-did anyone see you?

No. No.

How did you get into the building?

How'd you get in?

I took your card.

G-G-Give it to me.

How, uh... What did you do?

W-With the bookend.

I-I threw it in a Dumpster somewhere downtown.

I-I didn't even realize it was still in my hand

until I was out at my car.

If anyone asks you,

you tell them that you were here all night.

You were studying.

You hear me?

: Yeah.

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to make sure that bastard's death

doesn't ruin your life.

You take a shower and go to bed.

No, the, uh, janitor's absolutely right.

I was in the office last night.

I just didn't kill Mr. Larson.

What were you doing there in the first place?

Mr. Larson and I had kind of a blowup yesterday.

He embarrassed me in front of the whole office.

More or less threatened to fire me.

I went to the office last night to try and smooth things over.

I knew he was working late.

When I got there, his door was closed.

He was talking to somebody.

So I went out to my car.

I-I read the paper.

About 45 minutes later, I went back to the office and...

whoever he was talking to was gone.

And he was dead.

I just turned around and I ran.

I know I should've called the police,

but it was such a shock.

Besides, I'd be lying if I said that it didn't occur to me

that I might be blamed.

This person he was talking to... Have any idea who it was?

No.

- Man or woman? - Man.

If you heard his voice again, you think you'd recognize it?

I might.

No.

His voice was too muffled.

Oh.

: Muffled.

You worked for him for a long time?

22 years.

Mm.