All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s04e15 Dead Heat

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Ebsen.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, with
guest stars Pat Hingle,

Andrew Parks, Jacqueline Scott,

Lou Prezel.

Tonight's episode, Dead Heat.

Looking good.

Good enough to beat Andy?

Getting there.

Hey, Norm.

There's no shame in coming in second.
Silver's a very honorable medal.

Right, Mr. Dixon?

Well,

then you won't mind if we get the gold
medal, right, Andy?

Now, Norm, you don't really plan on
beating me now, do you?

He's really a sweetheart, isn't he?

Yeah, Mr. Humble.

Damn hay fever.

Didn't take your pill this morning?

I forgot. I'll take it later.

Besides, there's always next time.

After I'm retired on my golden throne.

Vince, I told you that editor of yours
would want another feature on the new

Mark Spitz.

Yeah, well, the kid sure knows how to
make the headlines.

All right, everybody ought to be
breaking for lunch in a few minutes.

We'll have the pool to ourself for the
interview. Any pictures you want?

Thanks. Dad, I could go back in the pool
for a couple of laps myself.

No. I want you peaking on Saturday, not
before. Come on.

Where do you want to go for lunch?

Ben's expecting me back at the shop, so
you go ahead. I'll close the locker. See

you later.

Okay. See you. Right.

I told you once, I told you a thousand
times, you have to take the pill at the

time you're supposed to or it won't do
you any good.

I can beat Norm with my nose stuffed and
one hand tied behind my back. What are

you worried about?

Your health.

It takes more than just flapping your
arms around to win an Olympic gold

you know.

How about that?

What is it? Did you forget to lock it
again?

Again?

I always lock it.

Almost always.

go, mustn't keep the press waiting.

Look, I'm good.

You know it, I know it, everybody knows
it.

That's where it's at, man, telling it
like it is.

All right, Sid?

Andy, are you okay?

Sure. Great.

Well, if that's all the words of wisdom
you want, let's get some more pictures.

You sure you're feeling all right, Andy?

We could finish this up some other time.
No, let's do it now.

Let's get it over with. What do you
want, a swim star about to make a

Like this?

Yeah, yeah, hold that. It's great.

What's he doing?

Andy?

My God, he stopped breathing. Get the
paramedic.

You talk to the medical examiner,
Barnaby?

Apparently, Andy Cavanaugh.

died of anaphylactic shock.

That's a massive allergic reaction that
shuts a body down in a matter of

seconds. And there really were
amphetamines in that bottle.

Police feel that he was, uh, after an
edge, some kind of a little extra

something. That doesn't make sense. That
was just a lousy practice session, not

the qualifying meet. Why would he take
uppers for that?

Unless he was hooked on the stuff.

Hooked? Then he would have had the same
shock reaction before, wouldn't he?

I thought about that. According to the
medical examiner, anybody can have an

allergic reaction to anything without
warning, depending on the antibodies in

the system at the time.

When you work with somebody as closely
as I worked with Andy, you get to know

him pretty well.

No, I can't believe he was taking
anything.

Sid, would he tell you?

Well, maybe not, but I'd know.

I'd recognize it.

Maybe.

You've got to prove it, Barnaby.

before people start saying out loud what
they've already begun to think, that I

put him up to it.

I don't think they believe that.

Why not? I was Andy's coach.

I would have gone to the Olympics with
him, shared the glory with him when he

won. All right, Sid, I'll get right on
it.

Thank you, Barnaby.

You okay?

No, I still feel sick about it.

It's terrible.

Just terrible.

Why, Andy? I mean, did he want it that
much, taking pills?

I don't know, son.

Sometimes you can want something so
badly. I wanted to win, too. I wanted to

win just as bad.

What can I tell you, son? Sometimes a
man starts out with the best intentions,

then everything seems to go wrong. Yeah.

Dead wrong.

Well, accidents happen, son. Who do you
blame?

Everybody. The whole rotten system.

All right.

Some people suffer with the pressure.

They take a chance. They break a rule.
They make mistakes. Maybe they couldn't

even imagine that things were going to
work out that way.

Just to swim 200 meters faster than
anybody else.

Sure, or the 350 -mile, the 20 -foot
pole vault, if that's the only thing

they're good at. I don't buy it.

Not anymore.

Norm, are you going to throw away your
own opportunities just because somebody

else didn't think?

Dad, Dad, I can't just get back into a
pool as though nothing happened.

Well, of course you can, son. Otherwise,
that doesn't mean a thing.

Look, I know what you're trying to do.

You know what Ben said to me down at the
shop today?

Ben wanted to know if I was still in the
plumbing business if I was a swimming

coach now.

Because if I was a swimming coach, he
wants to know if I'd be interested in

selling my half of the business.

How do you like that?

Sounds like Ben.

Give him an inch and he'll take the
ruler.

You've got a lot invested in this,
haven't you?

You forget about me.

The only thing I've ever wanted is
what's good for you.

Okay.

I'll go get into my trunks.

That's the way, Norm.

Son, nothing's gonna stop you. Nothing.

Miss Cavanaugh?

It's a friend of mine, Barnaby Jones.

He's a private investigator.

He's looking into Andy's death for...
Coach Mayo.

Are those Andy's effects?

Yes, if you would just check the
contents against the voucher.

And... sign this release.

What happened to this?

Oh, that was on Andy's locker.

Coach Mayo tried to open it for us, but
he was too upset to remember the

combination. We had to get inside.

For these.

Biddle?

Oh, yes, yes, I'm on my way.

Sorry I'm late for a briefing.

Ah, Mr. Cavanaugh, Barnaby.

Why would Sid Mayo want to hire anybody
to look into Andy's death, Mr. Jones?

Because he didn't believe your brother
put the amphetamines into this bottle.

I'm glad somebody else believes that,
too.

Andy wouldn't have touched those things.

Not after last winter.

Last winter? Final exam week.

Andy had three tests in one day. He had
to stay up studying two nights in a row.

He took something to keep him going.

Yes, and after he did, his eyes and nose
started to water.

His throat went tight.

It looked like he was going to choke.

Sounded like a warning reaction.

Medical examiner says they're quite
common in people who are about to get

allergic to something. Did you tell the
police?

Yes, but since I wasn't positive what it
was that he took, they disregarded it.

Did you say that Sid Meo knew the
combination to this lock?

That's right.

Did anyone else know it?

I don't know. Why?

Well, if Andy didn't put the
amphetamines in the bottle, somebody

I wonder if the tag's still around.

Tag?

Yes, it usually comes with a tag that
has a combination on it. You're supposed

to keep it until you memorize the
numbers.

I could look through his things.

I'd appreciate that.

Oh, Gwen's just closing up, Ray. Thanks,
Harry. Good night.

Good night.

Ray? About ready?

I wasn't even sure you'd stop by.

I should have called last night, but
I... No, it's all right. I understand.

You must have been going through hell.

Hell, yeah. I guess that's how I feel.

Well, try not to take it too far.

How could you possibly have known?

You see, I figured they'd just
disqualify Andy for using uppers. My

didn't mean to kill him.

I never should have asked you for those
amphetamines.

But an allergic reaction.

I mean, who could ever anticipate a
thing like that?

He's just a kid. He had his whole life
ahead of him.

Look, I'm not saying that we're ever
going to be able to forget about this.

But we're going to have to live with it.

I'm sorry, Gwen. I know this has been
rough for you, too.

I love you.

Well, let's go. It's getting late.

Listen, I tell you what.

Let's don't go out to dinner tonight.

I mean, let's go over to your place.

I'll fix you something really special.

There's no need to go to any for us. Why
don't we just go to the chicken place?

Honey, we've been together for almost a
year now.

I mean, when you didn't call last night,
I picked up that phone about a dozen

times. I was dying to call you, but I
knew you'd be mad at me.

I know, but I've got to prepare Norm. I
can't just spring you on him like that.

Look.

I know he was upset when his mother
died, but it's time now that he knows

us and how we feel about each other.

It's not just that.

What is it then?

I mean, if it's not Norm, then maybe
it's you. Maybe I'm not good enough for

you. No, honey, no. I'm not saying
never.

I'm just saying...

I don't want to interrupt Norm's
routine, you know. Not before the meet's

up on Saturday.

Ray, I want so much to know you.

To love him the way I love you.

We need each other now.

More than we ever did before.

Don't we, Ray?

Found it in Andy's desk.

Left 21, right 13, left 34.

That's it.

That's the combination I dialed,
Barnaby.

Serial number 1090452.

133677.

He don't match at all.

You sure there's the right tag?

Yes. It's the only one I could find.

Maybe it isn't Andy's lock.

Maybe that's why he couldn't get it
open.

Now, let's go over it again.

You and Andy both came down here because
Andy was sniffling, and you wanted him

to take some of his hay fever medicine.

That's right. We still had that
interview to do, and Andy was unlocking

and telling me... What is it?

Come to think of it, he never worked the
combination.

It was already unlocked.

I figured he'd just been forgetful
again.

Did he do that often, leave it unlocked?

He claimed he didn't, but you know kids,
it happens.

Now, what if somebody broke in and put
on a duplicate lock to cover up?

Yeah.

That would sure explain how those uppers
got into Andy's medication, all right.

But not why.

Have you any idea who might have wanted
to switch medicines on Andy?

Andy was a big mouth. He wasn't
particularly well -liked, but for

something like that... Well, maybe it
didn't start that way.

After all, nobody knew that Andy was
allergic to amphetamine. Maybe not even

Andy himself.

Sharon!

Hi,

Norm.

Sharon, uh... You all right?

I guess.

Yeah. I was going to write. I started to
a dozen times.

Dear Sharon, I'm sorry about Andy.

But it all seems so... Norm, I know how
you feel.

So inadequate.

Hey, stop talking like that.

It wasn't your fault.

Yeah.

It just sort of took the wind out of
everything.

It's always been just you against Andy,
hasn't it?

Ever since he first labbed you that time
in summer camp.

I'd have beaten him this time, Sharon.

I wouldn't say that to anybody else at a
time like this.

But I really think I would have beaten
him.

Excuse me.

If you're the Norman Dixon that I've
been hearing about, I'll bet you would

beaten him, too.

This is Barnaby Jones, a private
investigator.

He's looking into Andy's death.

Oh?

I didn't think there was anything to
look into.

As a matter of fact, there is.

Have you found something, Mr. Jones?

Yes, it seems that Andy's hay fever
medicine was tampered with.

Wait a minute, are you thinking that one
of us swimmers might have had something

to do with it? Well, I'll know more
about that after I find out where

was on that particular day, especially
during the lunch hour.

Might as well start with you, Norm.

Lunch, uh... Yes, the locker room
attendant said that he saw you down

as he was leaving.

Yeah, that's right.

Dad and I, he's my coach, we broke
early. But I wasn't the only one down

and I wasn't the last one to leave the
stadium.

I assume you can verify that.

I got in my car and went home.

No, wait, the parking lot, Dave Pildner,
the campus security guard.

Kid wanted my autograph.

We talked maybe 10, 15 minutes.

Pildner, yeah,

I can check that out.

Well, thank you very much.

Oh, your father, did he leave with you?
No, he had to get down to his shop.

His shop?

He's the D in H &D Plumbing.

I see.

I'd like to talk to him, too.

Thank you.

Mr. Cavanaugh?

Hey! Hey!

Not there!

That stuff goes on the side there by the
ball joints.

You got to watch him like a whore.

Of course, if I had a full -time
partner.

Does Ray always spend as much time
coaching his son?

Oh, I don't mind that. No, no, no. The
kid's good.

He might even make the Olympic team.

So who am I to be grudge, right?

But when a man says he'll be back before
lunch, the least he can do is he's not

going to make it his call, right?

Does he make a practice of coming in
after lunch?

Yeah, you might say that.

Yesterday he was two hours late.

What about Tuesday, the day the
Cavanaugh boy died?

Oh, the same.

Yeah, he got back about, uh, 2 .30.

Gray, there's a man here to see you.

Sure. What can I do for you, Mr.

Jones?

I'm Barnaby Jones, private investigator.

Yeah, well, I've got work to do.

Uh, private investigator, what are you
investigating, Mr. Jones?

Andy Cavanaugh's death.

This isn't generally known, Mr. Dixon,
but it's possible that Andy did not put

those amphetamines in his hay fever
bottle.

I don't follow you.

Well, it's possible that his locker was
broken into during a lunch period.

I wish I could help you, Mr. Jones. I
was out of the stadium. Couldn't have

more than 12 o 'clock. I had work to get
back to here.

He came directly here?

That's right.

Mr. Harlow says that you didn't get here
till after lunch, about 2 .30.

Yeah, that's right.

You mind telling me where you were
during the lunch period?

Mr. Jones, I was with a woman. Couldn't
we just leave it at that?

Well, yes, we could, but I don't believe
the police would.

The police?

It may just be that we have a murder on
our hands, and if so, it becomes

important to know where everyone was
during the period when the locker room

unattended.

I see.

The lady's name is Gwen Reynolds.

Gwen Reynolds.

And the address?

The address is 902 East Firestone
Terrace, apartment

3C. Thank you.

Mr. Jones, could we be discreet about
this? My son

doesn't know about Gwen and me.

Of course.

Thank you.

Oh, mister.

If you're looking for Gwen, she's never
home this early.

I see.

Where might I find her? It's rather
important.

Furby's Drugstore.

She works there.

Drugstore? Fifth Street, near Stratman.

Thank you.

Oh, you'll never make it. They close
about now.

I'll put some coffee on if you'd like to
wait inside.

Well, thank you, but I think I'd better
wait out here.

I wouldn't want to miss her.

All right.

But if you change your mind, the
doorbell's right there.

Ray, you nearly scared me to death.

I'm sorry, honey.

When we have a story, we have to get
straight.

A story?

What are you talking about?

There's a private detective named Jones.
He came by the shop. He's investigating

Andy's death. I had to tell him I was
with you Tuesday at lunch.

At lunch on Tuesday.

Okay.

Thanks. I'm sorry I scared you.

It's okay.

I've got to get home.

Ray, listen.

I've been thinking about something all
day long.

Since you're already here, we might as
well talk about it.

What is it?

Well, I know you've got a lot on your
mind.

And all the time we've been together,
I've never pressured you, have I?

No, honey, but not now. I'll call you
tomorrow, okay? No, wait a minute, now.

Because you haven't been telling me the
truth.

What are you talking about?

Well, with Norm, you said that he wasn't
ready to know about me or about us, and

that isn't true. He already knows. He
knows what?

Well, this afternoon I was driving
through your neighborhood, and I

you know, just to see what it was like.

My house?

And while I was there, Norm drove by.

I ask you never to go near my house.

And he knows about us. He's known for a
long time. So, you see, we're out in the

open now.

I mean, he accepts me.

No, you don't know Norm.

He tries to be polite, but... Oh, you're
such a frightened little baby.

I mean, once we get married, you're
going to look back and you're going to

wonder why we didn't do it sooner.

No. I mean, we can't.

Not now.

Now, you look at this, Ray.

I'm in this with you all the way.

I shared the guilt with you for what you
did with it.

And I'm going to share everything else
that goes with it.

Oh, don't, Gwen.

Don't use that as a key to my house.

No?

All right.

Then let's go ask Norm about it.

You leave Norm out of this.

Ask your precious son if he thinks I'm
not good enough to marry a murder.

No, I won't let you. No, what are you
going to do? I couldn't.

Is Miss Reynolds often late for work?

Oh, every now and then, like everyone.
But mostly Gwen's on time. She's never

this late.

I was at her place last night, and I
called again this morning. She never got

home.

That's strange.

Let me give it a try.

I assume her job includes handling some
of the medicines?

Well, Gwen is a pharmacist, so she can't
fill prescriptions. But other than

that, she's into everything.

My right -hand man, so to speak.

And she, uh...

Probably runs an inventory on medical
supplies, things like that. Yeah, we

to stop when we're low. She takes care
of all that for me.

Then you wouldn't necessarily know if
any particular medicine was unaccounted

for. Oh, no, no. I'm sure Gwen would
tell me if anything were missing.

Looks like she's still not home.

It's really getting me worried.

He told me you left her here last night
to close up the store.

Did she meet anybody?

Boyfriend? Well, Ray Dixon called
earlier and said something about picking

up.

Did he?

I don't know. I'd already gone.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Burby.

And when you hear from her, give me a
call.

He can have that later. You're not
finished.

Quit pushing. I'm tired.

You haven't even begun to know what
tired is. Get back in the pool.

You want a gold medal so bad you go out
and break your own arms. Look at that

time. Look at that. You're slowing down.
You're not getting faster. Jim Cochran

can beat you in his sleep. Jim Cochran?
I'd have lapped him twice.

That's the fastest time I've ever done
here. Well, it's not fast enough.

What's the matter, Dad?

Andy was my only competition in
Saturday's meeting. He's gone, and still

running scared. Why?

Because I can't take any chances.

Because I have to make sure you win,
that you'll amount to something.

It's more than just the swimming, isn't
it, Dad?

I mean, you're aiming for something more
than that, aren't you?

Norm, some people are more than good
-looking.

They're handsome.

More than smart.

They're brilliant.

In other words, some people were born
lucky.

They reach out and they always come back
with a fistful of whatever it is

they've always wanted.

Do you understand what I'm trying to
say?

Maybe if you'd get it all said.

You weren't born with that kind of luck,
son.

You're the normal type, the everyday
type, the fella down the street type who

will never know what it's like to be one
in a million unless you break your back

to make yourself into one.

Son, you have only one gift.

Swimming. You see what I mean? It
doesn't make any difference whether it's

swimming or football or baseball as long
as you're the champion.

It's not just for me, is it?

Sure. Me too.

A little glory even today is reflected
off you.

That's more than most people know in a
lifetime.

Coach of the year, huh?

No. No.

Won't make any difference what life's
got in store for me, but if I can help

make it, then I'll be happy.

That's why I've been pushing you so
hard.

Why I've had such an edge on.

Also, sneaking in at four in the
morning.

That kind of thing will make a wreck out
of you.

I had this emergency call last night. A
broken water pipe.

They making water pipes with fingernails
now?

I fell, scraped my cheek against a bush.

Whatever you say, Dad.

Mine is not to pry and poke.

Mine is but to swim and stroke.

So you conveniently forgot to tell me
where she worked.

I didn't conveniently forget to tell you
that Gwen worked at the drugstore.

I left it out on purpose, Mr. Jones.

Well, considering that this entire case
revolves around whether somebody

switched some prescription drugs...

You see, that was a can of peas I didn't
want open.

What, were you thinking Andy was set up?
Me with a lady friend that had access

to drugs? Well, you see what I mean?

Well, I'm sure if it's an honest
coincidence, the lady would back you up.

Of course she will.

Problem is, nobody knows where she is.

She's not at work?

No, or at home.

Burby says you were picking her up at
closing time last night.

Yes.

Yes, that's right, like always.

I wasn't with her long, though.

Mr. Jones, it was all over between us. I
liked the lady, but I wasn't going to

marry her, and Gwen, she took it hard.

Yes, I see.

Now you've got me kind of worried.

Oh?

Gwen is a very emotional woman.

You say she wasn't home all night, she's
not at work, no telling what she might

have done.

Well, I hope it isn't as bad as you make
it sound.

I'd never forgive myself.

And we would never know whether the
amphetamines came from Herbie's

would we?

I'll be checking with you.

Oh, Sid.

John.

Barnaby. The lawyer's on the way, but I
figured since he's your client also,

you'd like to be in on this. Sure, of
course.

That's the bottle of amphetamines they
found in your desk?

That's it.

Contains the same stuff Andy died of.

How about it, Sid?

What's the use? Is anybody going to
believe me if I say I'm innocent?

I might.

Thanks, Barnaby.

Thing is, how do we convince him?

Oh, Lieutenant Biddle is a very
reasonable man.

You don't think that Sid would kill his
golden goose, do you?

No.

I don't think the coach meant Randy to O
.D., but since he committed a felony by

distributing drugs, he could be charged
with murder.

Why would I give him drugs? To help him
win a practice session?

A press conference?

The theory is Andy was already hooked.
You were just helping him stay happy.

Assuming that Sid was supplying drugs to
Andy, which I don't believe, do you

think that he'd be stupid enough to keep
this stuff in his desk where anybody

could find it? The case was closed.

Nobody was going to search that desk.

Until the college security people helped
him dry it out after the sprinkler

system accidentally went on.

368 -5292.

5292.

Stacy Jennings Pharmaceutical Company.
Got it?

I have it.

Now call that serial number in to Stacy
Jennings and find out which drug store

was shipped this particular bottle of
amphetamines.

I'll get right on it.

Hi, Norm.

Big day, huh?

Yeah. That's what the butterflies in my
stomach keep telling me.

You want to drive down to the stadium
with us?

No, I just thought I'd stop by and wish
you luck.

Well, aren't you going to be there?

I'd only be thinking of Andy.

Yeah.

I guess I'll be thinking of him, too.

No, don't do that.

It'll slow you down.

Andy wouldn't want that.

Mr. Jones.

Norm. Jared.

Your father home?

He'll pick me up any minute now. Can I
help you with anything?

Well, just a few questions.

I kind of imagine you stayed pretty
close to home the night before the big

Dad would have killed me if I didn't.

What about your dad? He stay home too?

Except for a few hours after dinner.

He's been busy with some plumbing jobs
the last few nights.

What's all this about, Mr. Jones?

Sid Mayo. He's been arrested.

Sid? Why?

Well, the police think that they have
proof that he supplied amphetamines to

Andy. There must be some mistake.

Yeah, it was funny the way they found
them. The sprinkler system in his office

suddenly turned on, and while they were
cleaning up the flood, somebody found

the pills in his desk.

Sid Mayo?

I never would have figured him for that.

I'm rather inclined to believe that
somebody planted them there in order

they be found turned on the sprinkler
system on purpose.

Who would do that?

Somebody thought that I was getting too
close.

What the hell is going on here, Jones?

This boy has a race in less than an
hour. Are you trying to mess up his

concentration? Get in the car.

Come on.

Dad, Sid Mayo has been arrested.

Yeah, I know all about that. I heard
that on the car radio, but we don't have

time to worry about that now. Come on,
come on.

See you later.

Good luck.

Mr. Dixon, we're going to have to talk
about this sometime, including Gwen

Reynolds, who is still missing.

Something happen to Gwen?

Right now, you got one thing to think
about, the race. Get in.

Hey, look out.

What about Gwen, Pop?

What does Mr. Jones think she's missing?

Son, Gwen's a grown woman. If she wants
to take off and not let anybody know,

that's her business.

He also asked about last night.

Where I was, where you were.

You tell him I was on a job?

Yeah, but...

What if he doesn't take my word for it?
What if he checks?

All right, he checks.

You think he's going to find out I was
lying or something?

Of course not.

It's just got me worried, that's all.

I mean, scratches on your face the other
night, and last night coming home with

your clothes all wet.

Son, I'm a plumber.

Now, sometimes pipes break. I get water
on me.

I'm just saying that it might look funny
to other people.

about that, okay?

Norm, everything I've ever wished for
you is waiting out there at the pool.

Now don't blow it, son.

You make your old man proud, okay?

And the serial number does trace to
Verby's.

And when I checked with Mr. Verby, he
said that the bottle with that

serial number is missing.

Call Lieutenant Biddle, fill him in, ask
him to meet me over here at the

stadium. Right.

Mr. Dixon.

Jones, you really have a lousy sense of
timing. You know that? Can't this wait?

Murder investigation, Olympic
competition, each has its own

to talk out here and there where it's
quiet?

You go ahead, son. I'll be with you in a
minute.

The police found the pills in Sid Mayo's
desk. Now, isn't that good enough?

Might be if I hadn't done my homework.
You see, the pills were traced to Verby

Drugstore. Okay, then that's where Sid
got them.

Now, Sid has never been in Verby
Drugstore.

Well, sure he was.

Gwen told me.

You find her. She'll tell you.

It's not going to work, Mr. Dixon.

You can never lay this whole thing off
on a missing woman.

This is one bullet you're going to have
to bite yourself.

That's an accusation, and you try and
make it stick. Just try.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I haven't got enough to prove that
you killed Annie. Maybe Gwen and Framed

Sid. Maybe I ought to turn this whole
thing over to the police and let them

it out. Wait a minute.

Even if the police can't make anything
stick, Norm's going to hear about it.

I don't want him involved.

I don't know any way you can keep your
son from being involved.

Look, I'm asking you, Mr. Jones, please.

I want my son left out of this.

You should have thought of that before
you put the drug in Andy's medicine

bottle. That's a lie.

Norm won't believe that.

You think not, huh?

I'm not going to let you ruin everything
for me, Mr. Jones.

Tell me if you want to put the gun down.

I didn't mean to kill that boy.

I didn't mean a lot of things.

You're not going to help me with my
killing again.

I'm sorry.

My son's never going to know about this.

Well, let's go.

He says he buried the Reynolds woman up
in the hills.

I'm on my way out there now.

I heard you won.

Yeah.

I didn't hear the time.

The time?

The time.

Where'd you clock in that?

My God, this is Andy's sister, and all
you can think about is my time?

The time.

Faster than Andy ever clocked. Does that
make it all right?

That I beat his best time? That I would
have won all by myself anyway?

Dad dad I

Think your friend needs a friend