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Well, he wasn't tending bar when I was there, I'm sure of that.

And that was just about the same time as the hijacking.

What would it take to make you the happiest man in greater Houston?

No, he's dead set on being San Dimas' answer to Nashville.

Cindy, will you marry me?

Yes!

I'm Randy Jink's aunt out here from Maine to visit him.

Is there any chance you could keep me out of trouble on this?

You owe me big time, don't forget.

I've got friends in the joint who can make cruel and unusual a daily part of

your life.

We don't ask for handouts, and we sure as hell don't take any. You don't really

believe that Wayne hijacked his own truck?

Hey, you!

Hey, you!

All these years, and all the times that I've seen this, I just find it

overwhelming. Yeah.

I remember struggling to keep my kids awake so they could watch it.

They're glad I did.

You said that the total cost was $25 billion in 1969 dollars?

Give or take.

I can get you the exact revised figure.

Please do. To the cent. Details make the story, and so do personal anecdotes.

Well, we're loaded with those, too.

I promise.

She's right here.

Sam, you're on the speaker.

Hi, Jess. Just checking up.

That old boy treating you right?

Mr. Ramos has been wonderful, Sam.

It must be one of his good days.

Make sure he shows you the centrifuge. Tomorrow, I promise.

Listen, Juan, what would it take to make you the happiest man in greater Houston?

They're ready?

75 units.

Oh, bless you, pal.

For saving my you-know-what.

Any chance you can get them down here tomorrow?

Better. They'll be ready in an hour. You'll have them by this evening,

guaranteed. I'm shipping them...

seen any smoking, sitting up taking pictures.

Negative.

Watchdog, this is Lasso.

Broke just a doggy. Y'all head on out.

Get him off the road.

Right.

Come on in, Mrs. Fletcher. I kept your table over here for you. Thank you.

I thought I'd be like Billy Ray, but Lord knows I was wrong. He's good, isn't

he? Yes.

Rob told me all about you. He said you're doing some research down here for

a book. That's right. One more day at Mass, I should do it.

He said she liked my guitar, then she took me for a ride.

Rob has style.

Just like his mother.

Yeah. Lynn would be real proud. It'd be nice if Wayne would come down and see

his son work.

I'm just a country cowboy trying to find a new start.

I'm a country boy.

I'm so glad you made it. Rob, I never realized you're very good.

Hi.

Would you like something to drink? I'd love a cup of coffee.

All right.

What's your hurry?

Your fans.

You keep packing them in.

Hey, Rob, you've got a call in line two. Oh, excuse me, Jessica. I'll see you

later.

Cindy, Table 10 would like some drinks. Today would be nice. I'll be doing the

best I can.

Jessica.

Dad's been hurt. Where? Oh, the old road cutoff.

Doc, forget it, will you?

I don't need any hospital, okay? Okay, have it your way. I'd rather treat a

rattler than argue with you all day. Yeah.

Listen, Wayne, are you sure that you shouldn't just stop in and have an X

-ray? Jess, back on the circuit, I used to walk away from worse than this every

week. Dad, you're not a kid anymore. This was no Brahma Bull. The doc said it

was probably a gun butt.

Yeah, well, when I want your opinion, I'll ask. Ow.

i should have been driving oh yeah sure yeah the next tank williams wasting his

time and telling a little old 18 wheeler i can just see that mr platt

what were you hauling uh electronic

gizmos some computers of some kind i don't know so hijacking makes sense what

doesn't is where and when open road in broad daylight where were you heading

nasa

From Mercer Industries.

Those gizmos you lost were LG computers.

They were $35,000 apiece, part of a special project.

NASA has been babysitting them for months.

Now, I'm not trying to blame you, but last year was a disaster.

And if I blow this contract, Mercer Electronics is history.

But Sam, you could have told me I'd have had somebody riding shotgun.

Yeah, you've got a note due next month. That's why I threw the business your

way. I didn't want you to have to cut into your profits.

I never said a word.

Wayne, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Just as nothing. It's the ups and downs of this business.

Recessions hit everybody.

Well, how long will it take to replace those computers, Sam?

Not all of them.

Weeks, I'm afraid. I mean, I might be able in a couple of days to supply

enough to keep the project going. Hell, it'd be a little dicey. Anyway, we get

to haul them, right?

Rob, we don't ask for handouts.

And we sure as hell don't take any.

Thanks,

Jess. Ice helped.

Yeah.

They found your truck in a ravine near Fort Preston, totaled.

Trailer's empty.

That's about 100 miles of back roads and cross-country. They knew what they were

doing. Which means no incriminating evidence.

No cargo, no fingerprints, nothing.

Your statement.

Anything you want to change before you sign it?

Like what?

Floyd over at Lone Star Insurance tells me you were covered for replacement

value of a new truck.

The odometer on that rig you lost had 297,000 miles on it.

Just what the hell are you trying to say, Mundy?

It's called doing my job, Mr. Plath.

Yeah, well, why don't you put that famous criminology degree of yours to

good use and go play Sherlock with the bad guys?

I aim to do just that.

Good. Mrs. Flicker? Sure.

Next election, I'm going to make sure I vote.

You know, Wayne, I don't think that Sheriff Mundy was making any

accusations.

Oh, Jess.

I'm sorry. We didn't exactly plan to have your stay end up like this, did we?

What is it, Wayne?

Oh, I don't know.

Ever since Lynn died last year, I've just been in a tailspin.

Business has gone sour.

Take an act of God to pull it out.

But you've got Rob.

Rob.

No way does he want any part of trucking.

No, he's dead set on being San Dimas' answer to Nashville.

Well, why not?

If Rob's career in music is anything like my trucking business...

That boy's in deep trouble.

You idiot. You could have killed him.

Oh, Willie.

Come on. I mean, hijacking is one thing, but murder? Come on. Wayne's tougher

than the bottom of your boots.

I don't know.

Maybe you could use some more help out there.

I ain't working with no one I can't trust.

It's my butt on the line.

Unless, of course, you want me to use your name if I get busted.

of friends in the joint who can make cruel and unusual a daily part of your

life.

Now get out of here!

I hear you and lover boy are going at it hot and heavy right through last night.

Get a life, Randy.

I guess that record deal's going after.

How long you figure before he dumps you for some teenage groovy?

That is your fantasy, Randy.

You know, the whole time we were married, I never knew what it was like

to have somebody care about me the way Rob does.

if your own daughter likes him better than she likes you.

Sure, that's because you're always bad-mouthing me to her. No, never, but

if she knew how far behind you were on your child support payment, she'd hate

you, that's for sure. Are you begging for it? Let me go!

Randy, let go of me! Let me go! She said let her go!

Oh, God!

Hey!

Hey, you!

Hey, you bozo!

Now, look here. If you want to be...

your own turf.

Go get dried up. I need four more cases of Lone Star if I'm out in the back.

Go on, get out of here, Randy.

And what I don't need from you is for you to be smashing up my place one more

time and you're out of here. Then keep him in his cage.

You okay?

Honey, you're gonna get me fired. What I'm gonna do is I'm gonna take care of

you. You and Tammy, that's what I'm gonna do.

Well, Robbie, if you mean that, and I believe you do, don't you think it's

about time you told your dad about me?

I'm looking for the right moment.

There's never gonna be a right moment lest you make it.

I'm divorced, and I've got a little child, and that's not gonna change.

All right, I'll tell him.

Soon.

I promise you that.

I love you.

I want you back.

Now, what is this?

You told me they were going to give us an extension.

Well, that was before the hijacking. They get their money or they're going to

foreclose, period.

Thank you.

That's not all.

Floyd called.

They're not renewing our insurance policy.

It expires today at noon.

Now, come on, Meg.

I gotta run to Corpus Christi tonight and Sam Shipman to move tomorrow.

I can't risk that without coverage.

Now, you get on the phone. You find me another carrier.

I already tried.

It seems that we're a bad risk, what with the high-mileage equipment and all

the breakdowns, and now this. Dad, I'll ride with you.

Oh, you sure you won't be too busy tuning your guitar?

That's not fair.

None of this is his fault.

Looks like it's not his fault he dropped out of college.

I likes to hang out in bars sitting on cocktail waitresses.

It's been a tough couple of days.

Mileage?

I forgot to check.

No reading, no trip ticket.

I know, Meg, I know.

Guess you didn't expect to walk into a mess like this.

No, I didn't.

Oh, Jessica, I don't know.

I just wish there was something I could do.

The Mercer LG.

I read about them. Very out on the edge.

10 gigafops per second, 500 megs of RAM, shared memory, multiprocessors.

So what are we talking about?

On the street?

Checks out, okay, 18, maybe 19 grand.

Whoo!

As for one, retail.

How many we looking at?

75.

Tops.

In the original cartons, I can go 2,500 apiece. 2,500?

Forget about it. You think I'm gonna... Hey!

Don't catch your drawers in a bunch. I'm taking a big risk.

Plus, it isn't like I can unload these puppies on the home shopping network.

Thirty-five.

Twenty-nine.

Done.

I'll let you know where to deliver them.

Hey!

Hey!

Well, well, well.

This has got to be my lucky day.

You've been avoiding me, Meg.

You'll get your money Friday.

Oh, don't forget the late charge.

Why don't you just double the interest?

Lily, I'm doing the best that I can. Wayne was short last week. I didn't get

paid. Well, now, that's not my problem, honey.

I'm not the one that lifted $20,000 from the till.

And as I've told you once or twice before, I'm sure he'd love to know about

it. I said you'd get your money.

Well, now, that's real smart, Meg.

Especially now that his wife is with the Angels and your dream is so close to

coming true

It's

nothing new Jesse

Well, it's gotten worse since mom died, but he's been riding me for as long as I

can remember.

Well, he's always expected a lot from you.

Too much.

Rob, I get the feeling that there's something else going on between you.

You never did miss a whole lot, did you?

You know, he's about commitment, how he felt about divorce and stuff like that.

You and Cindy.

I'm already letting him down because I didn't want to go into business with him

and because I didn't finish college.

Can I

help you?

Love and star, honey.

You got it.

Hey, Willie.

Nice place.

You must be doing real good.

I asked you to drop in. Where are you headed?

Well, I'm kind of working on that. You know something?

About now, right here is looking better and better.

You know, Lance, it's possibly one of the worst ideas you've ever had.

Well, if anybody know, you would.

See this?

This is all I got in the world.

Won't take up hardly any room in your closet.

Well, funny, but you'd just be amazed at how small these damn closets are.

What's a scam, Willie?

No scam.

I run a legit place. I don't even water down the booze.

As a matter of fact, your beer is on the house. And the interstate's about five

miles east of here.

Willie, honey, you owe me big time. Don't forget.

Now, back in the joint, there was this dude who owed me a couple of favors.

Never delivered.

Or got passed away.

I got it from NASA.

From Juan Ramos.

The project manager.

He told me that the computers have hardly any value for anyone outside of

the space program.

It pretty well confirms my theory.

Wait a minute, Sheriff. You don't really believe that Wayne hijacked his own

truck? The man's struggling to stay afloat.

You bet I can believe it. Insurance fraud's popular in hard times.

I understand Wayne's wife was a close friend of yours.

Yes, she was.

And Wayne, too?

Yes.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm sure I don't have to remind you that sometimes people find it

hard to be objective about their friends.

Sheriff, all that may be true, but why in the world would Wayne plan a crime in

which he was the only possible suspect?

I've already put this on the prosecutor's desk.

If he says he's got a case, I won't have to book Wayne.

You're here early.

Yeah. Uh, I got your loot.

Present in Houston.

Oh, Rob.

Cindy, will you marry me?

Well, I need a little time to think about it.

Okay, that's it. Yes!

Oh, I love you.

I love you.

What did your daddy say?

Well, I was in a big hurry to see that on your finger, but if he's got problems

there he is not mine Does Wayne have any competitors who might want

to sabotage him what makes you ask that Well, why hijack anything if you can't

sell it unless your motive is something other than profit

Wayne's got no enemies, if that's what you mean. I mean, at least not that I

know about.

He's been fighting to stay afloat. Could he have borrowed from the wrong people?

I suppose.

I just don't believe it.

Meg, the shape of this styrofoam, you know, it's a perfect match to the stolen

computers.

You happen to know who owns this truck?

No, except he's a slob, I'd say.

I have to agree with you there.

Willie, I've been waiting for you.

Those TVs?

Couldn't find a taker.

I'm gonna try unloading them in Houston tonight.

I want you to meet someone.

How do you do, ma'am?

Pleased to meet you.

Willie, this is Lance Taggart.

Lance just got out of Texarkana.

Did seven for armed robbery.

I thought maybe we... Take a hike. I want to talk to him alone.

What, is something wrong? Just get, would you?

You

think

you're pretty cute, don't you?

Next to that clown?

Sure.

Is he really running this thing for you? I told you, there ain't no thing.

Don't insult me, Willie.

I've been following that idiot all day, and I know that you got a warehouse full

of hot electronic gear.

I also know that your boy Randy's been cheating the hell out of you.

He drove off with a half a dozen of your TVs.

Came back empty.

Okay, what do you want?

Oh, I'm not greedy.

Same deal as before, 10%. Five, I get you two.

Lance, you always wear a smooth talker.

Ten percent.

Look, Rob, it's a fact.

She ran off from her husband, right? She was protecting herself and her little

girl. Son, let's face some realities here.

How in the world do you expect to support a family?

I mean, all you got under your belt is one lousy little gig over at Willie's

place. I mean, you're living a pipe dream, son.

I don't understand.

What's your hurry to...

to throw your life away on some child and their mother who runs out every time

things get a little rough.

There are your keys, Pop.

I'll see you around.

If you want to matter your life for good, you're doing a great job of it.

Well, I want your opinion. I'll ask for it.

We was married pretty young When a boy still likes to roam

But a man should know that happiness is waiting right at home.

I spent my nights in honky-tonks while she stayed home alone.

Till the night I came home drunk again to find that she was

gone.

Living in a broken heartland.

Hey, Cindy.

Mr. Platt.

I'd like to talk to you about something.

He told you, didn't he?

Uh, Cindy, listen, I, uh... I know how hard it is to bring up a kid all by

yourself.

It's pretty tough out there.

Listen, supposing I was to help you pay for it? Mr. Platt.

If you think this is about money, you gotta be crazy.

I am marrying Rob because I love him and he loves me.

I'd like to believe that. I want you to.

Because no matter what has gone down, you are Rob's dad and I want... I hope

we can be a family.

Hey, Wayne.

You come by to hear Rob?

I just did.

Pretty talented boy.

You know, with Lynn gone and everything, I was really hoping that we'd be seeing

more of you around here.

Really?

Give it a rest.

We all come back now, you hear?

Oh, you're back.

Wayne, I think I may have news about your hijacker.

Now, the sheriff's away, but I left a message for him. Forget it.

He'll sooner eat glass than change his mind.

Wayne, what's wrong?

Jess, I really screwed up, didn't I?

Oh, Wayne, don't.

Poor Lynn.

She had to watch every penny of her whole life just to keep us going.

Well, I never heard her complain.

I'm losing Rob just as sure as I lost her.

What do you think she'd have to say about all this?

Perhaps that it's not too late.

Yeah.

Oh, Wayne!

Call Dave Walton. While you were at Doc's, he said he'd do the run.

Forget it. I'm not about to send some driver out there with no insurance. Meg,

don't do that.

Thank you.

I just... Cancel tonight's run.

And I guess you better call Sam, tell him to load to Houston for tomorrow's

off.

I'm closing down Platt Trucking.

Wayne, are you sure?

We're giving our best shot, Jess.

It's over.

Dad, that's not the way it's gonna be.

I heard what happened. I'm here to drive.

Until you get that thing off.

No way.

It doesn't look like you're in any shape to stop me.

Meg, I'm gonna need a trip ticket.

Okay, hot shot, I'll meet you there.

No, I don't get off till midnight.

Right.

Thank you.

That pickup you saw was registered to Randy Jenks.

Faxable driver's license.

Bartender over at Willie Greenwood's Roadhouse.

Well, he wasn't tending bar when I was there, I'm sure of that.

And that was just about the same time as the hijacking.

He's probably still sacked out. Let's say we go have a talk with him.

Sheriff Money?

I'm on my way.

Change of plan, Mrs. Fletcher.

There's been a hit on homicide.

The victim is Randy Jenks.

Mace, I'm sending in the coroner springing the body in to H-12.

All right.

No, they're going to be there in about 15 minutes.

All right? So check it and wrap it and tag it. All right, thanks.

Sheriff?

We found him right here.

Coroner's prelim put the time of death between midnight and 2 a.m.

Those tire tracks look like a big rig.

Is this the pickup you saw yesterday?

Yes.

Sutton, bag everything in here.

Yes, sir.

So, Jinx could have pulled over because he had mechanical problems.

Or because he'd arranged to meet someone here.

Either way, given the perp's tire size, it shouldn't be difficult to nail him.

Sheriff?

How much longer am I gonna have to wait here?

Sheriff, we just found this.

I'd

say that

came off your truck, wouldn't you?

Oh, yeah, but... What time did you take this rig out?

Around 1 a.m. The triptych will have it exact.

You driving when this happened?

I never saw that before.

Give me a forensics team out here ASAP.

There wasn't a whole bunch of love lost between you and the victim, was there?

No. Shut the hell up, son.

Let's go to town, Robin.

You don't have to say another word till I get you a lawyer, you hear me?

This guy's just looking for a score to make up for not having a clue about

those hijackings. It's okay, Pop.

I got nothing to hide.

I'll see you in a little bit.

Wayne, last night I went downstairs around 12.15 to get a glass of milk.

I saw you leave the house.

You want to know where I was going, right?

Only if it might help Rob.

I went to see Lynn at the cemetery.

I go out and talk to her from time to time.

I just had to talk to her last night about robbing me.

It's got anything to do with that bartender that got run down?

Listen, um...

Here, call this guy in Houston.

He's a top-notch criminal attorney.

Tell him to send the bill to me.

Thanks, Sam.

I already told you, I don't take handouts.

Would appreciate a lift into town, though. How about it? Just a minute.

Juan? Yeah, it's Sam.

Listen, I can't ship today. My carrier's down.

I'll do my best.

Sam, can we get moving, please?

Yeah, Jess?

Just want you to know you're getting your wish.

I'm out of here.

What's your problem?

I don't like your retirement plan.

Talking about Randy?

He hired me, he ends up dead.

You think I did him in?

Listen, here I thought all the while that you did him for me.

Guess the sheriff's right.

Just talking to Rob Platt. Had nothing to do with you or me.

Just a couple of young studs fighting over Philly.

Makes a certain amount of sense, I guess.

Of murder.

Now that gives me a rash.

I see.

Okay, Lance.

I have a 15% and a little room in my closet.

Can I help you?

Well, actually, yes, I've come here to pick up my nephew's VCR, but I seem to

have mislaid the receipt.

Well, who are you? Oh, I am so sorry. You know, this accident has me so upset.

I'm Randy Jink's aunt out here from Maine to visit him.

And now to bury him, I'm afraid.

I thought he was from El Paso. He hadn't been there.

Oh, no. No, that's the other side of the family. Although there was some talk

that she'd married her first cousin, and that's why Ernest was the way he was.

Lady, his VCR won't be ready till Monday.

Well, what about the computer?

I gave it back.

Tell me you're not a cop.

No, I'm not.

Then get out of here.

I got work to do.

No, Mr. Goldberg.

Rob Platt is under suspicion for a murder that I don't believe that he

committed. And my only interest in your affairs is how they impact Rob.

Now, if you'd prefer, I can speak to Sheriff Mundy.

Okay, okay.

What do you want from me?

Everything you can tell me about those computers.

All right, but you've got to understand, I never touched stolen goods except,

well, Randy was a friend. He wanted to know what he could get for a bunch of

them. I told him I'd check it out.

And?

It was almost worthless.

You mean because it was designed for such a specific purpose?

Mm-mm.

I mean because it was junk.

Bad microchips. The drives didn't work properly. The boards were glitchy.

So even if you tried to sell the components separately... Forget it.

Of course, it is possible one I checked out happened to be a lemon.

Ma'am, is there any chance you could keep me out of trouble on this?

I'll do my best, Mr. Grodin.

Thank you.

And what time did you get to Lanford Road? I told you, I never went there. I

deadheaded out to Corpus Christi, and I loaded up a container.

Rob, this places you at the scene of the crime.

The power tracks put you there. I was never there, Sheriff, and I didn't run

anybody down.

Don't let him bully you, son. I got a lawyer who's on his way in right now.

Wayne, either you shut up or you wait outside.

Monday.

Right?

Thanks.

Forensics found traces of blood inside the grill of the truck.

They match Randy Jinks' blood type.

I'm booking you for vehicular manslaughter.

County attorney will have to decide if he'll upgrade that to murder.

Randy? Run a hijacking ring?

He needed help to tie his shoelaces.

Well, perhaps he was working for somebody else.

You have anyone in mind?

Well, he must have met a lot of people at the bar.

Well, yeah, sure, he met people at the bar all the time, but I think you're

just not facing the truth.

Now, both those dudes had the hots for Cindy.

What makes you so certain that Rob just didn't take a little side trip to

Lanford Road to clear the way for him and Cindy?

A side trip?

Thank you, Miss Greenwood.

Nobody gets out of this yard without time and mileage.

Rob checked out at 1.04 a.m., and the odometer reading was 54798.

So he signed out when he said, so what?

Well, here's where the truck was signed in from the previous run. Someone seems

to have changed the 78 to 98.

So you're suggesting that somebody took this truck out on a 20-mile joyride and

tried to cover it up? 20 miles would be about the round-trip distance to Lanford

Road, wouldn't it?

You want me to believe that somebody other than Rob took that truck, drove

out to Lanford Road...

Ran Jinx down and then dropped it off here before Rob took it out? Sheriff,

you have to admit it's possible.

Okay.

But there's a real downside to your argument.

The killer would have had to known a lot about how Platt trucking was run.

You know, who was doing what and when they were doing it.

And that points straight back at Rob.

Sheriff... I want to make a confession.

You took 20 grand from the company? I borrowed it. I put it all back 10 days

later. I needed it for Mom's surgery.

Meg, why in hell didn't you ask me? I'd have helped you out.

Would you?

You know, you're not the easiest guy, Wayne, to read.

I mean, a couple of years ago, you fired that driver because he asked for too

many advances. I was scared to admit I needed anything from you.

So, how'd you pay it back?

I borrowed it from Willie.

An outrageous interest, no doubt.

Meg... Which is why I am telling you this. To help Rob.

A while back, I was making a payment, and I overheard Randy mention some kind

of warehouse they had, and Willie shushed him.

It didn't mean all that much at the time. You know, it makes sense, Sheriff.

From what I understand, Randy Jinks wasn't smart enough to run a hijacking

operation all by himself.

Well, if Willie's in on it, we need to find that warehouse.

You have any idea where it is?

No, I'm sorry.

Sheriff, I think I know a way to find out.

I said I want another drink.

Bartender. I want another drink.

Bartender! Hey!

Wayne!

Wayne, what's the trouble here?

You got a little sermon.

It's house rules.

Come on now.

I haven't seen you like this since Lynn's wake.

Is it Rob?

I can't believe it, Willie.

Apparently, he and Randy going after each other over Cindy was all in that.

They were in business together, finishing stolen goods.

I expect they had a falling out.

Willie, tell him I want another drink.

Uh, Brad, get him a cup of hot coffee, call his office, and tell him to send

somebody down for him.

Willie! No!

Willie! No!

That snake down was too good for him. I told you he was stealing your blinds. He

said it was a couple of TVs.

He's a lot smarter than we thought he was.

Inventory, everything in this place.

Who's that?

It's me, Miss Greenwood. And me, Miss Greenwood.

Well, what are you folks doing down here?

Well, after your talk with Wayne, we had a feeling that you'd be coming this way,

so we followed along.

Wayne sent me up?

Not much doubt about the hijacking, is there?

Only question is which one of you killed Randy Jenks. Now, wait a minute,

Sheriff. Not me.

I mean, she was so damn hot about Randy ripping her off. No way. It was him.

Ow, ow, ow.

You know, I believe they're both telling the truth.

Neither one of them killed Randy Jinks.

Mrs. Fletcher, what are you talking about?

Well, if you let me borrow one of these computers, I hope I can tell you.

Monday. What is it this time?

Mrs. Fletcher may have proof of who killed Randy Jinks. Is that so, Jess?

Just so long as it's not a rob, I'll be satisfied.

But I don't think that you'll be happy to hear what I have to say, Wayne.

Somebody wanted to make sure that your shipment didn't make it to NASA.

Now, you're saying that you think maybe I hijacked my own truck?

Lance, what brings you here?

Well, Meg phoned, said you wanted to see me.

I never told her that.

No, Wayne. I asked her to call Sam.

It's about the murder of Randy Jinks.

I don't get it.

I just spoke to NASA.

Mr. Ramos ran some tests on one of your hijacked computers, and he confirmed

what I had suspected, that apparently you were never able to correct your

quality control problems, and that's why you couldn't allow them to be delivered.

For God's sake.

Sam, you had my truck hijacked?

Using Woolly Greenwood's hijacking ring.

Your connection with her was closer than anybody knew.

Court records indicate that through a dummy corporation, you're half owner of

the roadhouse.

It was an investment.

What the hell's it got to do with anything?

It's got to do with your contract with NASA.

As long as you shipped, you didn't have to be held responsible for non-delivery.

The trouble was, Randy discovered your scam and probably tried to blackmail

you.

So you killed him and framed Wayne for the murder.

Except you didn't count on him hurting his arm, so Rob almost ended up taking

the fall.

This is all crazy. I mean, you don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Sam, you knew all about how we run this place, even where the spare keys are.

Sorry, folks.

There's no way you can make a case for any of this.

Fred, you're wrong about that, Sam.

We can prove that you removed one of the stolen computers from the cab of Randy's

pickup truck out at Landford Road after you ran him down.

Earlier today at the warehouse, Willie Greenwood cut her finger.

It reminded me that when the sheriff and I visited the scene of the crime, I

noticed an exposed spring on the seat of Randy's pickup truck and beside it, on

the seat, a small blood stain as if someone had cut himself on it.

And this afternoon, I happened to notice a small bandage on your hand.

I'm sure that your blood will match the stain on the seat of Randy's pickup

truck.

Yeah. He tried to hit me up for money.

To keep him quiet, I arranged to meet him out there.

I used your bobtail.

And you made sure they'd know it was my truck.

Yeah.

I broke the license plate frame.

Left a piece of it there.

You're an easy target, mate.

Sam.

Let's go, Sam.

We've got plenty of time for your plane, Jessica. The airport's only 45 minutes

away. We're back in business. The insurance company just told me they

reinstated our policy.

Hey, what'd you do, twist an arm?

Yes, what changed their mind, Meg?

They saved our bundle on all the stuff from that warehouse.

You better believe it. Rob tells me that you and Meg are going to stay here with

Tammy Sue while he takes Cindy on their honeymoon.

Yeah.

Instant grandpa.

Yeah, by the time they get back, I'm going to have Tammy Sue here driving a

big rig.

Oh, no.