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I'll get you for this, boy.

I'll get you, so help me God.

Nice, you made it. Well, I was asleep.

I called a fire department a half hour ago.

They're right behind us. Well, how did they come, Phil? By way of San

Oh, our house.

Aaron, our house.

Take a deep breath.

That's kerosene.

You smell it?

people exactly 30 seconds to get off my property. Aaron, please.

It's a mile from here to town and it took them exactly a half hour to get

You're really moving. We're amateurs, Mr. Clark, but I'll bet you'll do a

professional job of writing it up in your newspaper, won't you, Mr. Ferris?

Elton, do you think we ought to drag out the hose before it takes the barn to?

No, Aaron, it's not worth it.

The lady's right, Mr. Clark.

Smells like some kerosene got spilled around here.

That's exactly what happened.

When I find the guy who spilled it, he won't have long to wish he hadn't.

Aaron didn't kill him. He did not kill him.

He was angry. He didn't know what he was saying.

I can believe that.

Look, you said the dead man worked for Clark.

He was a carpenter, Jerry Powell.

Yesterday afternoon, Aaron told him to pack up and get off the ranch.

Maybe because he showed up drunk again. I don't know.

Aaron wouldn't say. He'd been living there? Yeah, in an old outriders cabin.

Did Clark admit that he suspected Jerry of arson? Yeah, and when he did, Billy

Tarona, our deputy sheriff, hauled him off to jail.

So he's there now, charged with murder, and he didn't do it. I know he didn't do

it.

Will you help us?

Ms. Dunhill,

Apparently, you're not aware of the relationship that existed between Aaron

Clark and me.

Well, I know you were together a long time in the war. You know that neither

of us was ever particularly thrilled about that togetherness? Well, hey, when

man is unjustly accused, does he have to be a friend of yours before he

qualifies for assistance?

Chief, she's got a point there. That's Medina County.

There's a little problem of jurisdiction. What has jurisdiction got

Aaron's innocence?

Or your ability to prove it.

Get a hold of Ed.

Now, you refer to Clark by his first name.

May I assume that he is not your father?

We're not related.

Not yet. Aaron Clark was a grown man in World War II.

You must be every bit of 19.

Next month.

I thought Clark was commissioned.

According to this, he was a chief petty officer.

You can blame me for that.

I'll be right out back. Yell if you need me.

When am I going to see you?

Nine o 'clock, the red bar.

You think that's smart?

Lean over here.

Negative. A little more.

Well, we agreed to be discreet, not that you've honored that agreement.

All I did was walk into the courthouse and plunk down a handful of bail for an

accused murderer.

Now, what's so indiscreet about that?

Tonight we'll celebrate.

No discretion to the winds.

By tonight, you might not be speaking to me.

In case you've forgotten, Lieutenant, the name is Ironside.

What are you doing here? Vicki Dunhill requested that I interest myself in your

case. Will you get out? Get out, right now!

Maybe you'd like to throw me out. Oh, I'd love to, mister.

Well?

Me, of all people, I should have known.

Well, during the war, Commander, you hid behind your rank, and now I assume you

use that wheelchair for the same purpose, Mark.

What's that? We're leaving.

Bring the van around front, please.

Right.

out of town. Hold it. Hold it.

Summer down.

I'm sorry.

I apologize. It was a rude thing to say.

Is that all?

All right. It was a lie. It was a downright lie, as you and I both know.

Anything else?

Yes, sir.

I mean, yeah, there is.

Would you like a cold beer? No, thanks.

There's something I'd like to get straight.

At your court -martial back in 1944.

It wasn't my idea to take away your commission and bust you to chief.

I tried my level best war or no war to have you kicked out.

Is that understood?

That's beautiful.

Because a month later you had to walk out in front of a thousand guys and pin

medal on me.

A medal I recommended.

And you said?

What could I say? The man was telling the truth.

Can't dump a guy out of his wheelchair for that.

But you are mad at me, right?

Look, my former commanding officer and I had a mildly revealing discussion,

that's all. After it was over, he went his way and I went mine.

Great. That means another junket to San Francisco.

For what?

To apologize, of course.

Oh, well, I'll save you the trouble. Try the motel. He's checked in there.

I'm having a talk with my lawyer tonight.

Jerry Powell was drunker than 700 bucks at the time of his death.

The cause of death was a cloud on the head.

Thank you. Not a massive wound, but just in the right place.

Well, he could have fallen down and killed himself, but he'd have a little

trouble covering his own remains with a pile of leaves.

Look, I realize the evidence against my hot -headed client is going to be hard

to ignore.

Among other things, he had strong words with Jerry Powell on the afternoon of

the fire. What about?

He wouldn't say.

But obviously he doesn't want to talk about it.

All he says is enough that Jerry was drunk and that he fired him. Mr. McKay,

How do you assess the feelings of the people where Clark is concerned?

Outraged. The local newspaper is already saying that the judge's decision to

permit bail is a grave miscarriage of justice.

And your local paper is the guardian of public morals.

The Medina Register.

It reflects the conscience of the community.

Or vice versa.

It has influence.

Look, this town didn't like Aaron Clark before the fire, so it's not difficult

for them to believe that he killed a man.

Well, it'll be a great day for music when this guitar thunder almost run its

course. You think so, huh? Yeah.

Have these so -called artists ever heard of another instrument?

Oh, well, I love a full orchestra. Play some of those.

Smash hits the 1940s. It's just my speed.

Oh, for the good old days.

Yeah, when high fashion was a long dress and plain Jane Handel and granite

glasses. That's all for me.

We're escaping into another simpler time.

Don't you read anything?

Eh, the sports pages.

That's a lie.

Ask me some batting averages. Go ahead.

Oh, knock it off, A .C. You're a very hip guy.

Not so.

It's common knowledge that the middle -aged American male is a warmonger, a

despoiler of the globe, and a staunch defender of the status quo.

Any freshman in college... Shut up and dance.

An 18 -year -old dancing with a middle -aged murderer.

Does it make you sick?

It makes me sick.

You know, two nights ago, he's out killing somebody. And tonight he's out

dancing. Now, is that something? Huh? Wow.

Will they buy you a drink?

I think we're being talked about.

Just as long as I don't hear them.

I guess they must really think we're terrible.

I agree with them.

It's wrong for us to be here.

I'm so sorry.

For that good reason.

What reason?

Happy anniversary, Faye.

Our very first honest -to -goodness date.

I thought you'd forget.

How could I forget?

Oh, wow.

Six whole months.

All right.

Hey,

hey, you see that fellow right there?

Now, there's a guy everybody figured she'd wind up with. They were some pair,

I'll tell you, all through high school, most natural thing in the world, right

up until the time Clark come along. Folks couldn't believe it.

Hey, what do you say, Phil?

What can I do for you? Give me a cup of coffee.

Okay.

If you think Vicki's pretty, you should have seen Kate when she was 19.

She looked just like Ava Gardner.

Now, she and Wally were married the day after they graduated high school.

Never forget it.

The whole town declared a holiday.

Oh, come on now.

No, I'm serious.

Small towns are chauvinistic, Mr. Sanger.

We don't like to let each other down.

You're telling me the whole town planned the Dunhill's marriage?

That's right.

They expected it to happen, and it didn't. Now the town expects Aaron Clark

be guilty.

Oh, yeah. No question.

What does the town of Medina expect of you, Mr. McKay?

attorney. Can you serve two masters at the same time?

It's getting late.

Thanks for the drink.

Come on in for a minute.

Let's not upset your mother any more than she already is. Oh, you're a nice

Aaron Clark.

I'm an acute murderer, Vic.

I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Elton. I simply can't consider

husband for myself until after the children are married.

But then you will, huh?

Well, then we'll talk about it, I promise.

Kate, you're a liar and a fool.

With Vicki's concern, Phil doesn't even exist anymore.

He will. I know he will.

When? After Aaron Clark's been convicted of murder?

Can you read guilt in a man's eyes?

In a dim light on a second floor landing?

No, I doubt it very much.

Well. I saw something.

Well, I'm sure you did.

Oh, Elton.

Did he see you?

You wanted him, too, didn't you?

What were you wearing?

A negligee by any chance? That's crude, Elton.

Even for you.

You give me half a chance and I'll show you what crude can be.

Guilty or not, Aaron Clark must not marry my daughter.

Well, that's a noble cause.

Before I commit the power of the press, I'll repeat the question.

What's in it for me?

Nothing, and you know it. I was afraid of that.

Are you angry?

Because the most beautiful woman in town is trying to use me?

I just keep her relying on me and my newspaper until she realizes that she

get along without us.

Bye, Elton.

You know, it'd help if we knew what we were looking for. A murder weapon,

Yeah, I'm hip, but what kind?

Something that would account for the wood splinters the M .E. found in the

victim's head.

Well, all you have to do is think, man. If there were such a thing, would I

leave it around where somebody could find it? No, you'd have thrown it here

burn. That's what your accusers will say. The chief's just trying to

You acquainted with our visitor?

Billy Chawler, yeah.

He friendly?

Well, aside from the fact he's got his first murder case going, it's probably

very G .I. Yeah, he's okay.

Well, what is it, Trona? Is my truck involved in a hit -and -run accident?

You shouldn't let anybody mess around there, Mr. Clark.

That burned lumber there, that's evidence.

It's my fault, Deputy. I'm Sergeant Ed Brown, Associate of Chief Robert

Ironside, consultant to San Francisco P .D.

Billy Trona.

Yeah, Mr. Clark's lawyer told me you were in town. We're just glad to have

Oh, excuse me. This here is Phil Wagner.

How do you do?

I understand you and the victim were good friends. I know how rough it is to

lose a friend.

Yeah, it's rough.

Phil here volunteered to come out and help him scratch around a little.

He works for Vicky's mother over at the film station.

She gave me the day off.

That's nice.

Maybe you'll find some evidence to get me out of your hair, huh?

Find something?

Could be.

Bloodstains?

This must have been a temporary brace of some kind.

A brace that was forced loose.

You know where it came from?

Scavenging probably in front there.

Ask the deputy if he'll make the lab report available to us.

And Ed, see if you can get that young man to show you where his friend Jerry

lived.

Petronas said not to touch anything.

Are you kidding? I'm afraid to put my feet down.

I'll admit, old Jerry wasn't much of a housekeeper.

Did you come here often, Phil?

No, sir.

My father said that Jerry was a bad influence.

Yeah, well, I think your papa's right.

It stinks in here, doesn't it?

Jerry's parents were divorced, weren't they?

Yes, sir.

Right after it happened, his dad split for L .A., and his mom got married again

and moved up north.

Jerry decided to stay on here in Medina.

Don't ask me why.

How long have you worked for Vicki's mother?

Since I was in the ninth grade.

I was at home asleep, incidentally, when the fire started.

Did I ask you that?

Well, Vicki and I went together all through high school.

You must think a lot of it.

I think Aaron Clark ought to be run out of town.

Now, why is that?

He's bad for Vicki.

She won't listen to anybody, though.

But he cooked with kerosene. I wonder where he kept it. Yeah, I don't see any

cans around.

Well, I sell kerosene to a lot of people at the station. That doesn't make him

arsonist, does it?

If Jerry didn't set the fire, then why do you believe Clark killed him?

Because of something that happened that afternoon.

Something that got Jerry fired.

Do you know what it was?

No, he wouldn't talk about it.

But believe me, he was pretty mad about something.

Have you all seen enough here?

Yeah, I think so.

Can we go then?

It's none of your business why we argued.

Now, you can accept that, Commander, or you can climb into that hippie hotel of

yours and get rolling down the road.

Is that clear?

Perfectly.

One last question.

Aren't you a little old to be running around with a teenage girl?

That did it.

That really did it. Just as long as we get at the truth.

I love her.

I love Vicky.

And when this is over, I'm going to make her my wife.

Then, or when I get out of prison, either way. Was that so hard to say?

You?

Yeah.

Is that a subject you'd like to pursue? Forget it. You're no different than

anybody else around here.

I don't know.

It might interest you to learn that I still get the urge occasionally.

Usually on a windy street corner to build a bridge across the generation

Would you believe that?

I might. But that's only occasionally.

You're the exception.

You went out and built your bridge.

Well, it's a good bridge.

It's designed to last.

Is it?

Or is Vicki merely another right cross aimed at society's jaw by a middle -aged

rebel?

Is that what you think? Personally, I haven't decided.

But this town is not to crucify you.

So your convictions better be carved in granite.

Right under that tree, according to Deputy Troner, is where the body was

Right under that tree, according to Chief Ironside, is where the third

put down the kerosene can. If there was a third person.

It's just a theory.

Now, let's see.

After he covered the body with leaves, he might have picked the can back up

again and gotten rid of it later.

Say, on the way back to town.

And who's the lucky cat who gets to find out, Sergeant?

It's just a hundred yards back to the road and only one mile of the city

Officer, only two sides to the road. He probably couldn't have thrown him more

than 50 feet.

Hey, Ed, Ed, now, what if I find the can right away? I mean, see, I am stuck

right here, and there you are trucking down the road, out of earshot. The

average walking speed of the male Homo sapiens is three miles an hour.

Now, that ought to put you back at the motel at exactly 9 .48.

Go find some shade.

It's an order.

Too hot for a kiss?

Summer will say no body contact before sundown. Oh, make an exception.

Oh, Aaron.

Marry me. Right now, today.

When this is all over, I'm not behind bars. Maybe we'll talk about it.

What was that again?

You take it easy now.

No, you said something I don't like. I want an explanation.

Nikki, I've been thinking about it and racking my brain, parading all the old

pros and cons about you and me and that crummy little town over there.

Maybe they're right about us. Maybe it is unnatural.

Maybe I am what they say I am.

A homicidal ex -swabby ought to be put away.

Why are you doing this to me?

Now, Vicki, if you stand back and look at it objectively... Hey, no matter

I stand, it's always the same.

I love you.

Where do I stand?

Beat us. Don't let them.

Vicki, is that what it's really about?

Who wins or loses?

You don't know?

You really don't know?

Oh, wow, do I feel sorry for you.

Oh, do I feel sorry for you.

Thank you. Mm -hmm.

Yes, she, uh, said you weren't too anxious to help Aaron.

I can't fault you for that, of course.

He can be a very disagreeable man at times. Is that why you're against the

marriage?

You don't mince words, do you?

Words can squander time.

Time is precious when a man's life is at stake. Aaron Clark is 36 years older

than my daughter.

There are some people who would think he's too old for me.

Strange you should put it just that way.

You don't believe in penalties, do you?

All right, so Aaron told you he and I went out before Vicki came into the

picture. As a matter of fact, he told me very little.

Any reason you can't fill me in?

Well, there really isn't very much to tell.

Shortly after Aaron came to Medina, we went out together a few times. Just a

few?

Barely often.

But it was nothing serious, I can assure you.

Well, he'd come a little early, or I'd be a little late coming downstairs, so

naturally he'd talk to Vicki.

Mostly about horses, I think.

She's always been crazy about them.

So he invited her to come riding at his ranch whenever she wanted to, and of

course she did.

And they fell in love.

Love?

Do you mind if I call you Kate?

Like he said.

You think he's guilty?

He's violent.

But do you believe he killed Jerry Powell?

Is it important?

Very.

As long as you're convinced he's guilty, this town will stand with you.

And if I were to pronounce him innocent?

One thing, it would make my job a lot easier.

Well, I'm afraid I can't do that.

I'd like somebody to tell me what Aaron and Jerry had the big argument about.

Now, would you do that?

No, I won't. Then I'd like you to give me permission to go over the records at

your filling station.

Would you do that?

Vicki?

Vicki?

What's the matter?

Nothing, nothing at all. Just the marriage is off, that's all.

Oh, baby.

Well, why aren't you cheering?

It's good news, isn't it?

Why don't you take out a full page end and yell to Ferris Brainbender so the

whole town can celebrate?

What happened? Tell me.

Well, it wasn't my idea.

Aaron. Yeah, you know, it was just like somebody had been talking to him.

Somebody had.

Mr. Ironside.

I really didn't need you getting into my personal life.

I've already heard all the cliches.

You're going to cheat yourself out of your youth, Vicki.

30 years from now, you'll still be in your 40s and he'll be in his 80s. Well,

what?

You know, three years from now, I might get hit by a truck.

But at least we'll have had three good, happy years together, which is much more

than most people ever get.

Look around.

Well, look at her.

My father was in love with his cars.

He lived with them, and he died with them.

Victoria.

Are you through?

It certainly looks like it, doesn't it? Vicki, you brought me here to keep Aaron

Clark from going to jail for murder.

But what makes that so difficult is the fact that he violates the local rules of

conduct. He says what he thinks, he fights when he feels like it. But worst

all, he has plucked Medina Ferris' flower.

And that is unforgivable.

For that, they'll shut their eyes to the truth about what happened.

For that, they'll send him to prison. Do you want me to give him up just so...

No such thing.

I just want to know what kind of battle we're fighting.

With you and Aaron together, it's one set of rules. Apart, it's another.

Are you afraid to let them choose the weapon? No.

Are you?

You know what that dicknet was doing?

It was giving me an out in case I wanted it.

Well, Kate, how about the records at the gas station?

Do I get to see them?

I'm sorry, baby.

Oh, you should be.

Nothing's changed.

Nothing.

And I can still have my father image?

And I've still got a cradle to wrap.

Mr.

Clark's retired, all right, after 30 years of honorable service.

But it wasn't exactly his idea.

Whose idea was it? The Navy's.

Clark lured the boom on a lieutenant junior grade Bartlett at Waikiki Beach

he made a pass at Clark's date.

A hula dancer.

Severe contusions in the vicinity of the left eye.

Court martial?

No. The lieutenant agreed to withdraw the charges if Clark would consent to

retire. The suggestion, by the way, came from the fleet admiral. Both parties

thought the admiral's way.

Thank you, Fran. You've been a ray of sunshine.

Always glad to be of service.

Mr.

Brown?

Yes, sir?

I'm Philip Wagner, the senior.

I run the pharmacy just down there.

You talked to my boy yesterday.

Yes. How do you do? My name is Eric Brown. I know who you are. You're a

policeman. And Philly was telling me all about your clever harassment yesterday.

I'm going to tell you something.

Leave my boy alone.

I'm afraid there must be some mistake. I'm going to straighten you out. See?

My boy was home in bed the night of that fire. Very happy to hear that. He

didn't even hear the fire alarm go off. He didn't even know there was a fire

until I woke him up and told him about it. Now, I'm going to swear to that. Do

you hear me?

I took a drive from the center of town out there in Clark's Ranch.

Measured one and two tenths miles and took exactly three minutes.

I did, however, omit the refueling stop on the way.

Now, I know it sounds ridiculous, a fire truck stopping for gas on the way to a

fire. But we fought a brush fire the day before.

And when we got back to the station, someone forgot to refill the tank.

Was Phil Wagner on hand to help you gas up that night?

No. Kate arranged to have a key left at the firehouse.

She also arranged to have the gas station records looked over.

Oh, am I to gather that she's had a change of heart about her future son -in

-law? Not necessarily.

We were hoping you might.

Change my mind about a murderer?

Oh, no.

As a matter of fact, I suggest you buy a copy of my little paper. It comes out

this afternoon.

A front -page article about Aaron Clark.

All about how he retired from the U .S. Navy.

I'm proofreading it right now.

As a matter of fact, I hardly get any time out for lunch anymore.

Mr. Ferris, don't you think there's enough bad feeling about Clark without

It just proves again what Clark is and what he always has been and where he

ought to be.

Right behind bars.

Now would you like the adjoining cell?

Records at the gas station show what the pump meters registered when Phil locked

up the night of the fire and what they registered the next morning. The

difference is 20 gallons.

That's what you put in a fire truck in a tank that holds 50.

It already had 30 in it. More than enough, I would think.

To answer an emergency call one mile away. Have I made an impression?

No, not at all.

It takes gas to pump water to. You were dragging your feet, Mr. Ferris.

Prove it, Sergeant Brown.

I don't suppose you'd consider killing that story.

Not a chance.

Hey. Oh, my God, sir. Yeah, I was just coming for you.

Hey, it might be nice to have a cold beer. It might be good.

No, it wouldn't.

When Clark's case comes up, Mr. McKay better do his best to get a change of

venue. A fat chance.

The judge is local.

And the Medina murder suspect viciously attacked the Navy officer, striking him

about the head, rendering him unconscious.

Boy, oh boy, a bum like that ought to be put away for sure.

a stay present.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Sorry to hurt him when I've got him. Now, if you get lonesome when I'm not

around you, just pick something.

Mr. Clark here respects a show of temper.

It's called being crotchety.

It's a common geriatrics problem.

You know, that's what I like about you best, future husband.

I don't have to raise you from a callow youth.

Oh, you'd rather be an old man's darling than a young man's slave, huh?

Well, look around you, baby.

I see a lot of work to be done.

What? As long as we get it straight.

Aaron?

Vicki?

Well, you're up to no good, Henry. I can see it in your face.

Can you not?

Tell him, Billy.

Mr. Clark, it is my duty to inform you that the judge has ordered another

hearing. Tomorrow morning.

What for?

They got back the lab reports.

Somebody burned your house down, all right, with kerosene.

And that was human blood on that chunk of lumber.

Type A.

Same as the victims.

They want to revoke your bail. They can't do that.

I'm afraid they can.

You see, they got the idea that you caught Jerry in the act.

Clobbered him with the two -by -four.

And by the time you dragged his body away and hurried back, it was too late

save your house.

They have not proved anything.

Nothing's changed.

I wouldn't say that exactly.

Here.

It's more important now than ever that I know what Aaron and Jerry fought about.

Why ask me?

Everyone else said I don't know what happened.

You and Clark are the only ones who said I won't tell. Now that interests me.

You know, Kate, normally I'm a great admirer of the reticent female.

At the moment, however, the Dunhill variety, mother and daughter, give me a

pain.

Yeah, but if they ever found out... Nor do I give two cents for the opinions of

prejudiced people.

Small town or otherwise.

Am I sneaking up on the problem, Kate? You sneak up any closer and I'll belt

one. That's more like it.

Now let's talk.

Victoria had to go to Centerville that morning.

So I drove out to the ranch in Sierra.

For the umpteenth time, he refused to stop seeing Victoria.

I left in the house as usual.

I can understand that.

I drove past the new house.

Jerry was there. He called to me, so I stopped.

Had he been drinking? Oh, I could smell him from ten feet away.

He came over. He opened up the car door.

He said some terrible things.

About you and Aaron?

Yeah. Then he said some corny thing about drunks needing love, too.

He grabbed me, pulled me out of the car. He tore my dress. I started screaming,

and Aaron came.

Just in time.

Kate, why did you hold back on that story?

Do you have any idea what the local garden club would do with a thing like

That might have been the reason Aaron wouldn't say anything, but not you. It's

motive, Kate. Even without the fire, it's reason enough for him to have

Jerry on the spot.

But he didn't. He didn't even hit him. He ordered him off the ranch, that's

Now you're defending him.

No, I'm not.

Of course you are.

Because you know he's innocent. You saw it.

When the chips were down.

He could control the famous Clark temper.

You don't know what you're saying. You let everybody think you were against the

marriage for the obvious reason.

But that isn't all of it, is it?

He's just a baby.

And she stole your man.

You're in love with him, Kate.

Stop, please. Just stop.

Now we know he's innocent.

You've got to help me prove it.

Say, uh, that cop.

Sergeant Brown? Uh -huh?

What do you ever find by looking at her books?

I don't know. You know how secretive cops got.

Chief Ironside did tell me that he had a theory, though.

Oh, yeah? He thinks somebody was there with Jerry at the time of the fire and

later on when he died.

And he thought that this mysterious Mr. Axe covered the body with leaves and

threw away the kerosene can somewhere along the road between the ranch and

Said there'd be fingerprints on it.

Things like that.

See you, Phil.

Do you remember the spot?

I think so.

You think so?

Boy, you better.

Or I'll jaw your ass. Dad, what we're doing is wrong. All right, though. Don't

get drunk and burn a man's house down. Is that it? No, sir.

It's wrong to try to hide it anymore.

Listen to me, boy.

I've spent a lifetime in this town building up a business in my good name.

You understand that?

Sir. Well, I don't care to see them both go down the drain. It's because

something... Pipsqueak has suffered from the Pentecostals.

Pastor, help me. We better find what we've come for.

Drop the can.

Come on, Phil. Now, just put your hands out in front of you.

Oh, come on now. Hold it, Billy.

Hold on now. Come on now.

You're out dealing with a couple of hardened criminals here now.

All right, Phil.

But the charge is arson and murder.

Now, it's my duty to warn you that anything you say might be used against

Now, stop it!

We didn't do those things, Bill. Dad, it's over.

It's over. I did it.

Bill! And you've been helping me cover up for it.

I helped Jerry set fire to Mr. Clark's cabin.

Phil!

Uh...

We...

We'd been drinking at Jerry's cabin when we got the idea.

Jerry was balanced on a couple of roof joists.

And he was dousing everything in sight with kerosene.

And he tossed the can down to me and he lit a match.

And everything went up like a torch.

And Jerry went down.

His head hit the scaffolding first.

Two by four didn't even break his fall.

I could tell he was hurt pretty bad.

But he managed to get up and run away before

he just dropped dead.

Oh, God, it was supposed to happen.

It was just a prank that got out of hand.

That's all.

My God, you can all see that, can't you? We could have seen it a long time ago,

Wag. All you had to do was be honest with us.

There's no excuse what this town has put Eric Clark through.

Pretend? If you'd rather walk.

And if you think I've changed my mind, you're as wrong as you can get.

Ah, come on, Mom.

You know you're going to give us the biggest wedding reception Medina ever

I will not.

Now, you look me up in ten years. If you're still married, which I doubt,

I'll give you a reception.

And in the meantime, Sunday dinners?

Mr. Ironside, I've been meaning to ask you.

How do you feel about a younger woman?

Say around 35.

38,

what's the difference?

I was going to say 32.