Matlock (1986–1995): Season 2, Episode 4 - The Husband - full transcript

When a woman learns her husband has another wife, she confronts him even making threats. Later he is found dead. She is arrested and Ben defends her. He learns that the man has more secrets.

Oh, Kevin.

Hi, Clark.

What happened to you?

You were due back yesterday.

Well, I got hung
up there overnight

with Mark and a couple
of his programmers.

So how did you do?

They like their program.

Oh, great.

With a couple of modifications,
I think they'll go for it.

Kevin, we've gotta talk.



Look, I'm up to my
neck in paperwork.

Why don't you fill
me in over dinner?

I can't make it tonight.

I promised Diane we'd
have dinner together at home.

Kevin, I've gotta know
what kind of modifications

we're talking about here.

Clark, I haven't seen
her in over a week.

She's my wife. I'd
like to keep it that way.

Kevin... Let's have breakfast.

You know I don't eat breakfast.

That's right,

and you remember
our mother warned you

that if you didn't,

you wouldn't grow up
big and strong like me.



Hello?

Hi, sweetheart.

I'm back.

Hi.

How was your trip?

Great. It was great.

But there's a couple of
things I've gotta go over

with Clark right away,

and I'm afraid I won't be able
to make it home for dinner.

Oh, no.

I've got everything
started already.

Well, uh,

it'll keep until
tomorrow night, won't it?

Not really.

Well, I'm sorry,
darling. Believe me.

The reason I'm
working so hard is for us.

You know that, don't you?

I just wanted you to come
home to something special.

I am. You.

I love you.

I love you too.

Hello?

Yes, it is.

Yes, he's with his brother.

That's impossible.

Who is this?

Hello? Hello?

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Kevin?

Diane.

What are you doing here?

Someone called me
and said you'd be here.

Some woman.

Really, Kevin, where
are your manners?

Introduce us.

Let's just go outside...
Kevin, what's going on?

I'm Elizabeth
Benson. And you're...?

Diane Benson.

What a coincidence.

We all have the same last name.

Perhaps my husband
could explain.

Darling?

Your husband?

He's my husband.

Yours too.

Really, Kevin.

An extramarital
fling is one thing,

but an entire second wife?

Well, one lousy turn
deserves another.

You did that.

Yes, I suppose I did.

Diane?

Diane?

Diane, where are you?

Oh. No, Kevin.

Stop. No, you've gotta
let me explain to you.

Get out of my way. I...

I don't love her. I love you.

Kevin, I... Let
go of me, please.

No, no. Please, Kevin.

I'm not gonna lose you, damn it.

Don't.

Stop!

Diane.

Who is it?

Diane.

Are you okay?

Not really.

Oh, oh, it's gonna be all right.

Come on in.

It's gonna be okay.
Just come over here...

Oh, you don't have to do that.

Oh, I've gotta do something.

How do you feel?

I don't know.

I'm gonna go home.

Do you think that's a good idea?

Well, I... I gotta try
to understand this.

Do you want me to come
along for moral support?

That's okay. Let me
follow you in my car.

I live here. I live here.

He said we'd have to
have breakfast together

because he was having
dinner with his wife.

I live here. Let me through.

What happened? Excuse me.

Mrs. Benson? Yes.

Lieutenant Herrmann,
Atlanta Police.

What's going on,
lieutenant? What happened?

I'm afraid your husband's dead.

It appears that someone
hit him with that vase,

causing him to fall
and fracture his skull

on the corner of that table.

No. He was alive
when I left him.

We struggled, I-I guess
I hit him with that vase,

but he fell right there
and he was alive.

You did what?

Maybe we'd better talk
about this downtown.

Uh, first she's going
to talk to her lawyer.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to type this brief.

It has to be filed by noon.

Typing's not one
of my best things.

This correction fluid runs.

Oh, I'll do it.

I'll have it typed
and filed in an hour.

Okay.

Where were you
this morning, anyway?

Oh, my car.

Some hose came
loose under the hood

and squirted oil everywhere.

I had to be towed.

I had to go home
and change my suit.

Well, I was trying
to get ahold of you.

What'd you want?

A friend of mine, Diane Jonas...

Or Diane Benson,
she just got married.

The police have charged her
with murdering her husband.

I finally got ahold of Michelle.

She got her out? Yeah.

Her husband was a bigamist.

A bigamist?

Mm. Neither of the wives
knew anything about each other.

How long had this friend of
yours been married to him?

Five months.

How long had he been
married to the other one?

Don't know.

I'll tell you what,

when you finish
typing that brief,

I'll take it over to
the courthouse.

Oh, okay.

Mark Herrmann had
a birthday last week.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

I want to ask him how
he feels about that.

A bigamist, huh?

Hi, Ben.

Oh, hi, Michelle.

Cassie says you
signed up a friend.

Yeah. What's her name?

Diane Benson. Yeah.

It's not gonna be easy.

Her fingerprints were all over
the vase she struck him with.

They had a loud,
public argument.

He was two-timing
her in a big way.

And the next-door neighbor said
that Diane was the only one seen

entering and leaving
the house that night.

Yeah. That's what Mark says.

Who? I was in talking

with Mark Herrmann
about his birthday.

Oh...

I wonder how a fellow keeps
something like that a secret.

A second wife? Yeah.

Beats me.

I guess there were
times he had to look busy.

Yeah.

I really wonder how
he did it, though.

I mean, how'd he keep
everything straight?

You know, phone calls, bills,

and which one liked roses,

which one liked daffodils?

Which one meat, which one fish?

Hell, how did he keep
their names straight?

I don't know, but I
believe she's innocent.

Well, that's a start.

You know, sometimes
it bothers me,

living alone with no woman.

But I'm damned if I'm
gonna live with two of them.

Oh, dear.

Are you all right?

Is this Kevin's briefcase?

Yes.

Then why didn't
the police take it?

I don't know.

Do you know the combination?

Nine, one, three. His birthday.

Your husband went on these
out of town trips each week?

Yes.

Did he leave you a number
where he could be reached?

No, uh, he always called
me at 8 in the morning

or 8 in the evening,
always without fail.

He never told you
where he was staying?

No, and I-I never asked.

When he was home,
did you go out very often?

No. We hardly went out at all.

Diane, what did...?
He used to say

there's nothing he liked better

than coming home
to a meal I cooked.

He seemed so
happy with our life.

Mm.

How'd it go today?

All I could think about
was coming home.

I love you.

I made a pot roast.

I love your pot roast.

Excuse me.

It's gonna take some time.

Yeah.

Well, there's nothing
interesting in the briefcase.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. MATLOCK: Hi.

That her? CASSIE: Yeah.

Pretty.

You don't think she did it.

I really don't.

Have you talked, uh,

with the other Mrs. Benson?

What was it, the first one?

Not yet.

I was thinking, I don't
suppose you could...?

Well, uh, I've got
that Jenkins matter.

You could get a continuance.

Oh, well, we all work
out of the same office.

You both do favors
for me all the time.

It's a turnabout.

Fair play. Right. Thanks.

Yeah.

Where is the other,
um, uh, Mrs. Benson?

Um, she's staying downtown
at the Alexander Hotel,

and I'm going over
to Kevin's office.

I'll see you later.
Yeah, uh, me too.

I'll see you later.
So... So long. Ahem.

Two of 'em, huh?

H-How do you suppose he...?

I'm gonna go talk
to your neighbor.

You be okay for a few minutes?

Mm-hm.

You're not allergic
to cats, are you?

No. Why?

You'd think cats were

disposable bottles or something,

the way people toss
them out in the street.

It's criminal.
It's just criminal.

They should be shot.

The people, not the cats.

Sit down, please.

Mrs. Berino, um,
you told the police

that Diane Benson
was the only person

other than her husband who
entered their home last night.

That's right.

Well, no offense,

but do you always watch what
goes on at your neighbor's home?

I watch TV.

At least I try to.

Frankly, what goes
on outside my window

is much more interesting.

The police have established

that Mr. Benson was
murdered at around 9:30.

Now, Mrs. Berino,

isn't it possible that you
stepped out of the room,

or maybe you dozed
off around that time?

Absolutely not.

I was sitting right here in
this chair petting Louise,

sitting in that chair
the whole time.

At least I think it was Louise.

M-Mrs. Benson? I'm Ben Matlock.

I work with Michelle Thomas.

She's the attorney
for Diane Benson.

Hm. Could I, uh...?

Certainly.

Thank you.

Oh, packing, huh?

I hate funerals.

Never know what to
say to the grieving widow,

especially if I'm one of them.

Where's home?

Savannah.

That's where you
and Kevin lived?

When he was around.

I understand there was
nothing he liked better

than to come back from a trip

to a good home-cooked meal.

I wouldn't know about that.

Liz?

Darling, how was your trip?

All I could think about
was coming home.

Did you know that

Kevin had an
office here in Atlanta

and was in business
with his brother?

As far as I knew,

Kevin was a one-man
management consultant firm,

which he ran out of our home.

Kevin bought your
home in Savannah?

About a year after
we were married.

How could he maintain
two separate lifestyles?

Kevin was good
at handling money.

Kevin was good
at a lot of things...

Well... not the least
of which was lying.

When did you find out
about the other wife?

Three days ago.

I pulled a muscle at my
evening aerobics class,

so I came home early.

That's when I overheard
Kevin on the phone.

So I did some checking
and flew here to Atlanta

for our little surprise
party, you might say.

Oh, you made that
anonymous call to Diane.

Of course.

It wouldn't have been
a party without her.

It must've been quite a scene.

That was the idea.

Of course, uh, another
way of looking at it

was, uh, trying
to point the finger

or put the, you know,
spotlight on Diane

so that the, uh, killer

could kind of slink out of town.

You think I killed Kevin?

Can you prove where
you were at 9:30 last night?

No.

But then again, I
don't have to, do I?

Mrs. Benson, you've been, um,

very cooperative.

You never...? No.

Never suspected.

I was satisfied.

As I said,

Kevin was good
at a lot of things.

All right.

May I help you?

Oh, hi. You must
be Clark Benson.

I'm Michelle Thomas.

I'm representing
your sister-in-law.

Your secretary told me I
could wait for you in here.

I see you're clearing
out Kevin's office.

I have to.

Without him, I can't
afford this space.

Hell, without him,

I may not be able
to keep the business.

Your brother was very good.

No. My brother was a genius.

See, he was the point man,
always sniffing out new clients.

Me, well, I stayed
behind, got the work done.

If I fell behind, he'd pitch in.

But the minute we got
our heads above water,

he'd go out and: bang!

Three new clients.

Sounds profitable.
We did all right.

Any man with two wives has
to be doing better than all right.

Let's just say we had
several very good years.

I loved my brother,

but I sure didn't know him
as well as I thought I did.

You didn't know
he had two wives?

No.

I can't excuse or forgive
Diane for what happened,

but I think I can
understand how she felt.

So, please, just tell her for me

that I'll send her
Kevin's things,

but I don't want
her coming here.

I never wanna see her again.

That may be difficult.

We may need you in court.

You'll be getting a subpoena.

Cassie, is that you?

Hey, whoa, whoa!

Put that down, okay?

You got me.

Who are you?

Judy Benson.

Benson?

That's right, hon.

Kevin's other wife.

Where is she? Kitchen.

Well.

Ben Matlock, Judy Benson.

Wife Number 3.

How do you do? Hello.

Coffee, Ben?

Oh, no. I'd better not.

How...? How long have
you been married to Kevin?

Uh, three years.

Guess that makes
me the senior member.

Judy is a showgirl

at a casino in Atlantic City.

Oh.

Uh, that's where
she and Kevin lived.

Atlantic City?

Why is everybody so surprised?

Atlantic City was
his kind of town.

He loved it. He thrived on it.

You know, the shows,

the gambling, the
money, the action.

You mean Kevin wasn't
in bed by 10 every night?

Honey, he'd be lucky if he
got in bed by 10 in the morning.

He'd come home
from one of his trips

and we'd celebrate for days.

Hi, doll. How'd
it go at the track?

All I could think about
was coming home.

Oh. Hm.

He was fun when he won.

He was even fun when he lost.

He was perfect
for Atlantic City.

He was perfect for me.

So... for three years,

you thought Kevin was, uh,

just a businessman
who traveled a lot?

Yeah.

But then I started
to miss things.

You know, little
things at first,

like, uh, jewelry.

Then I discovered
$30,000 had vanished

from my private savings account.

Yeah? Yeah, last week.

So I hired a private detective,

discovered he used the
money to buy a house.

This house.

I don't believe this.

So I flew down right away

to find out once and for
all what was going on.

But I was too late.

I got in yesterday and read
that he'd been murdered.

And that if I wanted
to claim to be his wife,

I had to stand in line.

Well, I decided it'd be
best not to get involved.

Why did you break
in here tonight?

Well, the last thing
Kevin took from me

was a watch he'd given
me from Christmas.

Uh, it had my
name engraved on it.

Well, I was afraid
some smart cop

might trace it back to me.

So I figured if he
hadn't hocked it yet,

it'd be in his briefcase.

Kevin had $300 in cash
on him when he died.

That's it, then.

Kevin was really something
of a rat, wasn't he?

Maybe Kevin loved
not wisely, but too much.

I think that's a very nice
way to remember him.

Hi, Ben.

Benjamin.

It wouldn't come out.

Oh. I knew it wouldn't.

Spaghetti sauce never does.

Alfredo. Before he
sold to that chain,

they used to bring a big
napkin, put it all around,

never used to
get my tie in stuff.

But you liked the
spaghetti, didn't you?

Oh, it was okay.

Kind of stayed with
me. Garlic, I guess.

How about you? Oh, fine.

Well, you liked the music. Yeah.

It was okay as accordions go.

Where's your client?

Over there, talking
to Mrs. Benson.

Call that Mrs. Bensons.

You know... You
know, that guy...

I know it's wrong.

I-I know it's wrong,
but you gotta...

You gotta admire...

No, not admire, not admire.

Wonder. You know, three.

You're not a
chauvinist, are you?

Oh, no, no, no.

I just wonder why
he married all of them.

Call it a weakness
in his character.

Well, this case
shouldn't take too long.

Good news. I think I
got this case wrapped up.

I'm glad to hear it

because that's just what
the district attorney thinks.

And in response

to the decedent's
brother's accusation,

did the defendant say anything?

Yes.

"He was alive when I left.

"We struggled. I guess
I hit him with that vase,

but he was alive."

This is marked People's
Exhibit Number 8.

Do you recognize it?
Yes. That's the vase

that we found next to the body

and which was
stained with blood.

It has also been stipulated,

by the defense,

that the fingerprints
found on this vase

matched those
belonging to the defendant.

Thank you, Lieutenant Herrmann.

It was amusing.

I was rather delighted
at the whole scene.

What about Diane Benson?

Mm, she seemed
surprised. Shocked, really.

Surprised? Shocked?

Yes.

What did she do?

She blew up, flew
out of the restaurant.

Oh, she was angry?

If looks could kill.

Objection. Non-responsive.

Sustained. Was she angry or not?

She was madder than hell.

Now, Mrs. Berino,

you are certain that
the person you saw

entering their house that night
was the defendant, Diane Benson?

Oh, yes.

I can see their front door

clearly through my window.

First, Mrs. Benson came home.

Then Mr. Benson came home.

And then Mrs. Benson left.

Do you recall
what time she left?

Between 9 and 10.

I know because of the
TV show that was on.

Did you see anybody else

enter or leave the
house that night?

No one.

Are you positive?

I'm positive.

Thank you, Mrs. Berino.

No further questions.

Cross-examine?

No questions. Reserve the
right to recall this witness.

You may step down.

The prosecution
rests, Your Honor.

Very well. Um, Miss Thomas,

is the defense ready?

We are, Your Honor.

For our first witness, the
defense calls Judy Benson.

And you too, were
married to Kevin Benson

at the time of his death?

Yes.

Isn't it true that Kevin Benson
helped himself to $30,000

of your money without
your knowledge?

Yeah.

Thirty-thousand dollars
that he used to buy

a house here in Atlanta for
himself and another woman.

In fact, another wife.

Yes.

It must have come as quite
a shock when you found out.

Well, I didn't know
about the other wives

until after he was dead.

I believe you did arrive in town

the day before he was
murdered, didn't you?

So, what if I did?

Well, didn't you in fact
go to Kevin Benson's home

the night of the murder?

No.

Mrs. Benson, at the
request of any resident,

the Atlanta Police will
run a computer check

of all automobiles
reported to be parked

or prowling in residential
neighborhoods.

All right. I-I was in town early

and, uh, I knew
about his other wife.

I planned to confront
him, but I didn't.

I, uh... I just drove
around the block,

and, uh, then I parked

and tried to get
up enough nerve.

Then what?

Well, you've gotta realize

this whole thing
is kind of spooky.

Mrs. Benson, what happened?

Well, I'm walking up this
alley when all of a sudden this...

Yes?

This person comes

rising out of the dumpster.

Scared the hell out of me,

so I ran straight to my
car, started the engine,

and didn't take my foot
off the gas until I was...

I-I don't know
how far away I was.

Oh, I see.

Some person crawling
around in a dumpster

in the middle of the
night suddenly appeared,

scared you, and then you left.

Yeah.

Well, I suppose it's too bad

this mysterious figure
can't corroborate your story.

Oh, she can.

It was her.

I was looking for
scraps for my cats.

I have so many.

I can barely afford
to feed myself.

I didn't want the
neighbors to know.

What happened when
Mrs. Benson saw you?

She jumped about a
foot in the air and she ran

to her car and drove
away just like she said.

Then what happened?

I went back to my house.

Well, then, it's true

you weren't watching the
Benson house all evening.

And someone could've entered
the home, killed Kevin Benson,

and left without you
seeing him or her.

Objection. Calls
for speculation.

Overruled.

Answer the question.

I suppose so.

Yes.

Mrs. Berino, why did you lie?

I had to lie.

I couldn't tell the police
what I was really doing.

They might've reported
me to some animal group.

Maybe even put me in some home.

I had to lie.

No further questions.

I thought I had Judy
Benson. I really did.

Well, it happens.

I've been in fixes like that

where I thought I had him

and I didn't have him,

if it's any consolation.

It's no consolation.

It was just a thought.

Hi.

Mr. Matlock, hi.

Hi. I knocked. I guess
you didn't hear me.

Packing, huh?

I figured the house will
sell better with me out of it.

I feel terrible about
Kevin's using Judy's money

like that to buy it.

I-I want to pay her back.

Well, remember now,

she can still be the killer.

No, she's not.

What makes you so sure?

Because I told her I wasn't.

And I believe her.

You want a cup of coffee?

I haven't packed the mugs
and the coffee's already made.

Oh, no. No, don't
go to any bother.

I just stopped by to
see if you know anything

about, uh, Kevin's
other wife, uh, Liz.

Don't forget all those
things you have in the buffet.

Hello.

Hi.

I was about to ask
where you were or are.

Well, now you know.

I'm a member of this sorority.

Maybe I will have
that cup of coffee.

Uh, no, no, Mr. Matlock.

Briefcases do not
go on the table.

Really? They don't?

Not in the Benson household.

Oh, where do they go?

On the floor right
next to the front door.

So your wife's sure to trip
over it at least once a week.

Right over there.

Okay.

Yeah. If nothing else, Kevin
was a creature of habit, wasn't he?

You know, I think one of
the most annoying things

about him was the
way he made me strain

the seeds out of
his orange juice.

I was always
afraid I'd forget that.

Mr. Matlock?

Your Honor, at this time,
the defense would like

to recall Clark
Benson to the stand.

Defendant's co-counsel,

Benjamin Matlock,
will be examining him.

Go get him.

You betcha.

Kevin Benson was, uh...

Was your younger
brother, is that correct?

Yes.

Were you close as
you were growing up?

Yes.

Did you approve of him?

Well, of course.

Kevin was outstanding
in whatever he did.

Did, uh...?

Did he have a
lot of girlfriends?

I suppose the usual.

How about yourself?

Oh, the usual.

The usual, or not many?

Uh, are you a married man?

No.

Is there a relationship
at the present time?

No. Ahem.

How about in the past?

The usual, or not many?

Mr. Benson, we know
that... That Kevin had,

uh, three wives.

Now, any way you look at it,

that has to be
trying on a person.

In many ways,
including financially,

wouldn't you say?

I... Yeah, I suppose.

But Kevin was a
successful businessman.

Yes. Quite.

You know, that... That's what

is interesting to
me, along with, uh,

everything else,
is that in spite

of how bright Kevin was,

and how successful
he seemed to be,

he didn't actually own

anything business-wise, did he?

I mean, he just... He
just worked for you.

Kevin was a genius
at what he did.

It made for a great partnership.

But that's not
really the case, is it?

He wasn't literally
your partner.

Technically, the
company was in my name.

You started it, didn't you?

Yes. And you owned it?

Yes. But it was a partnership
in the true sense of the word.

In every sense of the
word except financially.

Kevin worked for you.

He was literally an employee.

I suppose if you want to
be legalistic about it, he was.

But neither of us ever
thought about it that way.

You didn't think
about it that way

even after you discovered

he had been dipping in the till?

Who said he was
dipping into the till?

Didn't you order an audit

of your company's
finances two months ago?

Yes.

And didn't the auditor discover

certain discrepancies

in Kevin's withdrawal
of company funds?

Kevin and I discussed it

and we worked out a
schedule for repayment.

Naturally, I was disappointed
this had occurred,

but he swore it would
never happen again.

I think the night of the murder,

you knew about at
least two of his wives,

and you went over to
confront your brother

on that and the audit.

That's not true.

You didn't go into his house

after Diane Benson
left that night?

No.

And you didn't argue with him,

and during some
kind of struggle,

he fell and hit his
head and was killed?

Absolutely not.

Your Honor,

I'd like to enter
into evidence...

this briefcase.

Call it, uh, uh,
Defense Exhibit A.

You recognize this briefcase?

Yes. That's my
brother's briefcase.

And it has his initials.
KHB, Kevin Henry Benson.

Yes. Do you have
a briefcase like it?

Yes. They're identical except
for the initials, of course.

And your initials are?

CLB, Clark Lee Benson.

Uh, Your Honor, ah,

this is People's Exhibit 15.

It's a police lab photograph

of the scene of the crime.

Let's call this
Defense Exhibit B.

This is a detailed
blowup of an object

in the back of the
police lab's photograph.

What is that, Mr. Benson?

That's Kevin's briefcase.

And it has his initials, KHB.

Are my eyes deceiving me,

or do those initials read CLB?

Those are your initials.

That isn't Kevin's briefcase.

It's yours.

Yes, well, we must've, uh,

uh, gotten them mixed
up at the office that day.

If that were the case,

why do you suppose if Kevin

brought your briefcase

to his house by mistake,
why do you suppose

he'd put it on the sofa,

instead of on the floor

by the front door,
as he always did?

I bet you switched
those briefcases

the next morning.

Sometime when the
police weren't looking,

you picked up your
briefcase from the sofa

and put Kevin's
there in its place.

These briefcases

didn't get mixed
up at the office.

They got mixed up at
his house, that night,

just after you murdered
him, didn't they?

He was a liar.

He was a cheat.

He was always a womanizer.

But he was my
brother, so I took him in.

Three wives.

He cheated them, he cheated me.

All my life, work
is all I've ever had.

And he took that too.

I'm sorry, Mr. Benson.

Just so everyone understands,

during your struggle with him,

you shoved him, he hit his head,

he fell to the floor dead.

Then you panicked

and instead of picking
up your briefcase,

you picked up his briefcase

by the door and ran.

The next day, you switched them.

That about it?

Yes.

Well, I guess we did it.

Sure did.

It really was something.

Hey, Julie?

You know, I still
can't get over that guy.

I mean, three.