All language subtitles for MSW s02e16 Murder In The Electric Cathedral.eng

Don't let them change my will.
They're all after my money.

- Friends, bless you all.
- [Woman] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

We got it! Her will!
Praise the Lord!

I suspect that Carrie was poisoned.

The chief and half the staff
just went on sick leave-

- Leaving you-
- Leaving me holding a sackful of diamondback rattlers.

You were with my husband at midnight?

WillieJohn was ministering to my needs.

Oh, now, stop this!
Have you lost your senses?

Now, you oughta be in jail,
which is where you're gonna be, WillieJohn.

[Man]
And I say to you, my friends, those of you who want to believe will believe.

Those of you who listen
for his voice will hear his voice, [Choir Vocalizing]

And those who give themselves
to him will be received ofhim.

There is a place for you-
all of you-in his heavenly firmament.

He is waiting-
his arms open wide,

waiting to clasp you
to his beautiful bosom...

and warm you with his love.

Surrender yourself now, my friends.
Open your hearts and receive him. [Continues]

And I say to you, you will dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.

My prayers and those of
my beloved wife, Sister Ruth,

are with you always.

If you are troubled,
if you are sick and in pain,

if you feel as if you've been forsaken,

write us a letter,
even a postcard.

Let us know how we can help
to ease your burden,

for we are family-
one family in the sight of God,

and our thoughts and prayers
will be with you.

Two, Sister Ruth.
Move in for a close-up.

Now, for those of you
in the Omaha area,

Sister Ruth and I will be appearing
the weekend ofJuly 9 and 10 at Carlstad Stadium...

and the following weekend
in Denver at the Malloy Auditorium.

Widen out, three,
so we can see their choir.

Make your plans now.

Friends, neighbors, we love you.

Keep us in your prayers
as we keep you in ours and bless you all.

Take the cross. Start the crawl.
And cue Edgar.

You have been listening
to the Reverend WillieJohn Fargo from the Electric Cathedral.

To receive a copy of Reverend Fargo's
inspirational sermon,

send one dollar to the Church of
the Electric Cathedral- What's that big grin for?

[Laughs]
Well, what happened?

We sell out in Omaha?

Better than that, WillieJohn.
We got it!

Her will! She just recorded it!
We got it?

Every last cent.

[Choir Vocalizing]
Praise the Lord!

[Man Laughing]
Oh, Harvey, that's wonderful!

At 1,800 feet, that drill hits
the sandstone substrata,

and by Wednesday,
we punch through at 2,600 feet,

and wham-we got ourselves
another gusher! [Applause, Whooping]

[Chattering]

- Thank you.
- Daddy!

Daddy,
you're not gonna believe this!

What, Alice finally file for divorce, Sam?

Hell, Daddy, this is serious.

[Groans]

This time she's gone too damn far!

Damn right!
[Both Muttering, Shouting]

Oh, there must be some mistake.
This doesn't look like a hog farm.

[Laughs]
Nope, Old Wendell's hog farm is down the road about 10 miles,

sittin' on a five-mile pool
of Oklahoma crude.

There's only one Carrie McKittrick
in these parts, and she is a pistol. [Door Opens]

- Jessica?
- [Laughing]

Jessica!
[Laughing]

Well, you did ask me to stop by
if I ever came to Oklahoma.

Come on in.

Carrie, I'm amazed that you
even recognized me.

My goodness, you know,
it's more than 30 years.

At my age,
30 years seems like last month.

It's last month
I have trouble remembering.

Besides, I still keep up with my readin'.
[Footsteps Approaching]

Miss Carrie.
Thank you, Ethel.

Can I give you some help?

Don't fuss me, Ethel.
I can still pour tea.

You know, if it hadn't been
for your encouragement,

there might not have been
any books.

You were a joy to teach, child.

That is what I miss most-
the teaching... and- and Wendell, of course.

He passed on 15 years ago,
God rest his soul.

Jessica, I have met
the most wonderful man.

He's such a comfort to me.
You must meet him while you're here.

Oh, dear, I would love to,
but I do have a plane to catch.

Oh, nonsense.

You must stay over.

So many things I want
to talk to you about. [Car Horn]

Come on, boy!
Mama! Mama, I told ya!

I told ya!
Lord Almighty, that's my grandson, Sam.

I hope he and Alice
haven't had another fight.

Look, if I've come
at an awkward time-

Fiddlesticks.
I want you to meet him.

We'll get this thing straightened out!
Harvey, what in the world?

How could you do this to us?
And behind our backs?

You two, mind your manners,

and say howdy-do toJessica Fletcher.

Jessica, Harvey, my stepson-

You can't cut your own kin
out of McKittrick Oil!

[Sam]
Changin'your will and recordin'it with the county!

You have got more
than you will ever need!

I'll do with mine as I see fit.

Leavin' controllin' interest
in McKittrick Oil to WillieJohn Fargo?

- Are you insane, Mama?
- Mr. McKittrick!

Please, this is no good for Carrie.

- Now, you stay outta this!
- And you get out of my parlor...

and stay out until
you remember your manners!

That preacher's made you
crazy in the head! We're goin' to the lawyers.

We're gonna have you declared
non compos mentis! We're gonna have that will invalidated!

Lord, forgive those boys
their selfishness- Oh!

- Oh, Carrie! Ethel! Ethel!
- [Groaning]

Sit down, dear. It's all right.
She has a weak heart.

Dr. Brady, how is she?
Is she going to be all right?

Well, we won't know for certain
till we get some test results back. Oh.

May I see her?
Might be the best medicine for her.

Sue Beth, would you
take Mrs. Fletcher into 207?

Thank you.
Sure.

[Monitor Beeping]

- Jessica.
- My, you're looking better.

Oh, I'm so sorry this had to happen
on your visit, Jessica.

Damned heart.
Always kicking up at the wrong times.

I've decided to stay over a few days
until you're feeling more like yourself.

Jessica, if anything
should happen to me-

Oh, nothing's going
to happen to you, Carrie.

But if it should,

don't let them change my will.

They'll try.
They're all after my money,

except Alice.

You just concentrate on getting better.

Worry about the money later.

Jessica, please.

Of course. I promise.

Sister Carrie?

WillieJohn.

I was laboring in the Lord's vineyard,
videotaping Sunday's sermon, when a voice came to me.

"Carrie McKittrick needs you.
Go to her."

And as I rushed here,
I prayed mightily.

"Our Sister Carrie's work
on this Earth is not finished, Lord.

Don't take her from us yet."

It's such a comfort to have you here.

You're in the hands
of the Lord, Carrie.

I feel stronger already.

Oh, this is an old friend,
Jessica Fletcher.

Reverend WillieJohn Fargo,
the man I told you about.

How do you do, Reverend Fargo?

Our dear friend is in good hands
here, Miss Jessica.

While the good Lord never gave me
the gift ofhealing,

he did provide a means
to build this clinic.

- This is your clinic?
- Part of my Electric Cathedral.

Oh. I'm afraid
I didn't notice any cathedral.

Well, there isn't any
church building as such. My ministry's electronic.

We reach out through
the miracle of television.

- I see.
- Miss Jessica, I wonder if you'd mind.

I'd like to pray privately
a few moments with Miss Carrie.

- Oh, of course.
- Sue Beth?

She's gotta be over 80.
She can't live forever.

Earl, please, will you stop this?

Look, the way WillieJohn spends it,
we're gonna need every penny.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher?
Yes.

They told me you
were with Mrs. McKittrick.

I'm Sister Ruth Fargo.
This is Earl Fargo, my husband's brother.

How do you do?
Pleasure.

Is she feeling any better?
Yes, a little, I think.

I was devastated by the news.
She is such a delightful woman.

I wanna talk to someone in authority!
Who's in charge here?

You! Where is she?
We're gettin' her outta here!

Mrs. McKittrick is under
the private care of Dr. Brady. What room you got her in?

What's going on here?
This is a hospital!

You just get her ready.
We're gonna take her home!

Mrs. McKittrick is seriously ill.
She can't be moved.

- And keep your voices down!
- She's alive, ain't she?

And we aim to keep it that way.
We're gonna get an ambulance, take her to Tulsa General!

I can't allow you to do that.
I'll bet you can't,

considerin'who signs
your paycheck!

Excuse me, all of you!
I mean, Carrie is resting quietly.

The last thing she wants
is a family squabble.

This ain't none of your business!

Seems to me Miss Jessica's
on the Lord's side here, Sam.

Oh, you Bible-thumping charlatan!

You brainwashed the old woman
into givin' you all her money!

Not to me,
to the work of the Lord.

You oughta be in jail,
which is where you're gonna be, as soon as I get ahold...

of the district attorney to file charges
of fraud and embezzlement!

Oh, now, stop this!
Have you lost your senses?

I mean, this behavior is unforgivable!

Mrs. Fletcher is right.
If you want to fight,

do it someplace else,
but not in my hospital!

We're leavin', Preacher,
for Mama's sake.

But if anything happens to her,
you're gonna have a lot to answer for.

Oh, Jessica.

Jessica, has Alice been here?

Alice?
Sam's wife.

- Oh.
- I'd like to see her, please, Jessica.

- Would you phone her for me?
- Oh, yes, of course.

- Tell her I'm here.
- You really shouldn't have any visitors.

She might get more rest
if we left her alone.

There's a waiting room
just down the hall.

I will phone Alice.
Try to get some more sleep, Carrie.

[Line Ringing]

[Door Opens]

[Monitor Beeping]

- [Monitor: Long, Sustained Beep]
- [Alarm Beeping]

Code blue! Code blue!
Room 207!

[Woman On P.A.]
Code blue. Attention, all available personnel.

Code blue, Two West.
[Chattering]

Code blue. Attention,
all available personnel.

Code blue.
[Chattering Continues]

[Nurse]
Mrs. McKittrick!

Three c.c.'s epi, stat!
Yes, Doctor!

[Doctor]
Vital signs? Sam, what happened?

[Sam]
Shejust stopped breathing.

[Doctor]
This isn't doing any good.

Hands off. Stand back.
[Defibrillator Clicks]

[Nurse] No response, Doctor.
[Doctor] All right. Let's try it again.

Stand back. Hands off. Clear.

[Defibrillator Clicks]
Sorry, ma'am, but you can't be here.

Oh, dear Lord. Cyanide.

Alice, I'm sorry about your grandma.

Thank you, Mr. Whittaker.

At least she didn't have to suffer.

Where is Harvey?
He got me out of bed about an hour ago.

- Said something about an investigation.
- Oh, Fred!

Now, Fred, as district attorney,
I want you to personally investigate WillieJohn Fargo!

Why? What for?
Why, the will, Fred!

WillieJohn swindled Mama
into signin' all her money over to him.

And before the ink's hardly dry,
Mama up and dies of a heart attack right here in his clinic!

Harvey, can't this wait?

Fred?
Well, I'll certainly look into it.

But I can't just throw wild accusations
at a man like WillieJohn Fargo.

Oh, Mr. McKittrick, please let me
express my deepest sympathy.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.
Oh, this is my daughter-in-law, Alice.

Mrs. Fletcher.
And this is our district attorney, Mr. Fred Whittaker.

- Grandma spoke of you often.
- Well, at least Carrie enjoyed a long and full life.

Not as long and as full
as it might have been, Mr. Whittaker.

I suspect that Carrie was poisoned.
Poisoned?

- What?
- Mrs. Fletcher is right.

My examination indicates that
Mrs. McKittrick died of cyanide poisoning.

Oh, my Lord!
Do you mean that she got the wrong medicine?

No, that's impossible.

I think you should check this out,
Mr. Whittaker.

It- It smells of cyanide.

- Where did you get this?
- I found it on the floor in Carrie's room.

You tampered with possible evidence?

Oh, no, of course not.
But I thought it was important,

under the circumstances,
to get it to the authorities right away,

and I placed it very carefully
in that plastic bag.

- It may have fingerprints on it.
- Well, seems to me...

you'll be wantin' to talk
to WillieJohn Fargo about this, Fred.

And you may also want
to talk to Sam McKittrick.

He was in Carrie's
room when she died.

Mmm. Sam come back to see her.

Well- Oh, well, that was-
That was real thoughtful of the boy.

Well, naturally,
I'll have a chat with Sam.

Tomorrow'll be plenty of time.

Dr. Brady, you wanna show me
that report?

[Alice]
I just can't believe she's really gone.

You were in her thoughts.
I tried to call you last night.

I, uh, wasn't home.
Uh, I spent the evening over at Harvey's.

I had to talk to him about something.

Don't you think it might be easier
to drive without those dark glasses on?

Sam and I had a little spat.

So I see.

This marriage just doesn't work.
It never has. And I'm leaving Sam.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Don't be.

I was only waiting because Grandma
didn't approve of divorce.

Waiting?
Yeah. She was terminally ill.

It was, uh, just a matter of months.
We all knew it.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm going to sleep
over at Grandma's for the time being.

So if you're going to stay for the funeral,
why don't you stay with me?

Thank you, Alice. I will.

I made a promise to your grandmother,
and I'm gonna do my best to keep it.

- Alice, I'm sorry.
- What are you doin' here, Sam?

I was goin' through Grandma's strongbox
before those religious hypocrites got to it.

- And I found it. Everything's gonna be fine.
- Found what?

Grandma's new will.
She cut off WillieJohn without a red cent.

But I thought she specifically
wanted WillieJohn-

May I look?

It's all legal. Dated yesterday.
Signed by Grandma.

This leaves everything to the family-
to you and me and Harvey.

Damn right.
And witnessed by Ethel.

Wait till that D.A. Sees this.

See, Grandma signed this
before she died of that heart attack.

Heart attack?

He left in such a hurry last night,

maybe he doesn't know
what really happened.

I'm sorry.
The district attorney is in an important conference and cannot be disturbed.

That's right, Mrs. Fletcher.

Sam McKittrick came to see me
first thing this morning.

What exactly is your interest
in this matter?

Well, Carrie was very dear
to me, Mr. Whittaker,

and perhaps if I'd stayed in her room
last night, she'd still be alive.

Oh, yes. Uh-

We have a very delicate
situation here, Mrs. Fletcher.

Yes, I know.
You're between a rock and a hard place-

the hard place being
the McKittrick Oil interests,

and the rock being WillieJohn Fargo.

District attorney of Cherokee Flats
is an elective post.

Now, half the people in this county
work for the McKittricks,

and the other half are members
of WillieJohn's church.

But I'm sure that won't deter you from
giving your full attention to the case.

Well, rest assured, Miss Carrie's death
is my highest priority.

Well, that's good.
What have you found out so far?

I mean, were there fingerprints
on the hypodermic?

We're checking it out.
The medical examiner says it was cyanide poisoning,

all right, shot through
the intravenous tube.

Probably with that hypodermic needle
that you found.

Into the I.V. Tube?
Well, that means that the poison...

must have taken some time
to get into her system.

Yes. The medical examiner
says up to half an hour.

Did you ask Sam McKittrick
about the cyanide syringe?

He says he never saw it.

Hang it all, Mrs. Fletcher.
You can't arrest a man forjust going to visit his sick grandmother.

- I suppose he also told you about
the new will that he found? - [Earl] What new will?

Why, Earl, it seems Sam McKittrick
found a new will.

He left a copy with me.
I guess you're entitled to see it.

This leaves everything
to the McKittricks.

Excuse me. May I take a look
at that for a moment?

I had a letter last month
from Carrie.

Oh.

Isn't that curious?
The signatures don't match.

What?

You can see the signature on the will
is clearly a very crude copy.

She's right. This is a forgery.

Obviously typed in haste,
and only one witness.

All right!
I typed the will last night,

and I took it down to the clinic
for Grandma's signature.

She wouldn't wake up, so l-
I put the pen in her hand and-

- And signed it for her.
- Did you expect me to stand by...

and do nothin' while that oily tongued
preacher robbed us of everythin'?

[Whispers]
[Clears Throat] Uh, Harvey-

It, uh- It seems that
I've got no choice...

but to file charges against, uh,

Sam.

Because of a little piece of paper?

Why, it ain't even legal.
You said so yourself.

- I think that Mr. Whittaker was referring
to a murder charge, Mr. McKittrick. - Murder?

You were there, and the forged will
does give you a pretty good motive.

Fred, you file charges
against my boy,

and I'll see to it that you're not even
elected dogcatcher come spring.

Seems to me you oughta be tryin'
to find out why Mama was murdered in WillieJohn's clinic.

That's what we got you elected for.

Come on, Sam.

[Door Closes]

Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, my goodness, Dr. Brady.
You gave me a start.

I thought I was watching you operating.
It's hard to tell with these masks.

I just finished
in the other operating room.

Sometimes I feel like I spend
half my life with a scalpel in my hand.

Yes, I understand that you
were operating last night when Carrie died.

Was there something you wanted
to see me about?

Oh, yes.
About the hypodermic needle.

I suppose a hospital like this
has hundreds of them.

Thousands. It's a prepackaged
insulin syringe...

for diabetics who have to
inject themselves on a daily basis.

I see. Was Carrie diabetic?

No.

Mrs. Fletcher, a lot of people
are diabetic,

and it would be against medical ethics
to discuss the status of any patient that I'm treating.

- Yes, of course.
- Dr. Brady, could you sign these orders, please?

[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]
Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher, it's been a pleasure
chatting with you.

Thank you.

What a marvelous doctor.
And so dedicated.

Oh, yes. He's here all hours
of the day, seven days a week, except for Wednesdays.

Oh, yes. All doctors
pick Wednesdays to play golf.

Oh, no, not this one.
He spends the entire day out at the clinic on the Indian reservation.

Sue Beth, I hope you won't
misunderstand this question,

but didn't I see you come out
of Carrie's room last night?

You may have. I checked on her
about every 15 minutes.

And you didn't see
Sam McKittrick there? No.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm sorry,
but I really do have to leave.

Oh, of course.
I can see by the nurses' schedule, I'm chatting away your meal break.

Bye-bye.

[WillieJohn]
Now we've got the McKittrick Oil money.

I say we move ahead with
the WillieJohn Fargo University now.

WillieJohn, you really don't have
any idea what's involved here.

Okay, Earl, you tell me.

All right. The will
will be in probate for a year.

And sure as hellfire,
the McKittricks are gonna fight it in court.

We may not see a penny for years.

WillieJohn, you gotta stop spendin'
that money faster than you rake it in.

Excuse me.
They said I'd find you here.

Miss Jessica, how nice of you
to pay us a call.

Have you met my brother, Earl,
the brains in the family?

Yes, we met briefly last night.

Mrs. Fletcher, excuse me.

Well, Miss Jessica,
this is a real pleasure.

You know, I had a powerful feeling
we would meet again.

Actually, I've been anxious.

Anxious?
Of course you're anxious.

Let me help you find peace
in your troubled soul.

Well, what troubles me,
Reverend Fargo,

is Carrie's murder,
and to be honest,

her leaving all her money to you.

Bequeathing her vast resources
to the work of the Electric Cathedral...

was her fervent last wish,
I assure you.

Yes, she said as much to me.

She was very taken
with you, Reverend.

Please, call me WillieJohn.

I guess I just needed to satisfy myself
that she wasn't being taken advantage of.

I respect that, Miss Jessica.
Let me put your mind at ease.

You saw the hospital we've built.

Do you know that we have three clinics
out on the Indian reservation,

and our Tulsa mission feeds
400 hungry street people every day?

The scope of our work is enormous,
and that all takes money.

You know where most of it comes from?
From the little people-

the hardscrabble dirt farmers,

the oil folks toiling on the oil rigs,

the children, the widows,
the old folks with pensions.

I ask 'em to give, give again,
give until it hurts, and they do!

Being a part of the glorious work
of the Electric Cathedral-

it provides them with dignity
and hope and pride.

What does it provide you,
WillieJohn?

That's a fair question.

Now and again,
some doubting Thomas raises a fuss...

about the jet plane,
the limousines.

But if you've got a big job
to do, you better have the best tools you can buy.

Miss Jessica, I'd like you
to have a look around.

Unfortunately,
I have to meet a delegation from Durango, Mexico...

trying to get a new well put in.

But Sister Ruth
can give you the tour.

My goodness, Ruth!

This is very impressive.

Look at all those computers.

Why, you've even got
your own post office.

Yes. It's his life.

It must be
a very busy life for you too.

Exhausting.
Sometimes I wonder. Wonder what?

If I'm strong enough for all this.

These are our living quarters.

Please, do go in.

I've got some tea for us.
Unbelievable!

When you said "apartment,"
I never expected anything like this.

WillieJohn takes great pleasure
in beautiful things.

Thank you, Elsie.

Do sit down.

Unfortunately, his work consumes him,
so he has little time for much else.

Indeed, and it looks like those poor folks
are gonna have themselves a new well.

Well, Miss Jessica,
did Sister Ruth show you around?

Oh, my, yes,
and I'm very impressed.

This is an incredibly
well organized operation.

You oughta see some of
our fieldwork.

Sister Ruth,
come Wednesday, Thank you.

Why don't you take Mrs. Fletcher out
to the, uh, reservation?

She spends every Wednesday
caring for the young ones...

out at one of
the Indian school's clinics.

- Oh, how interesting.
- Sister Ruth finds it both...

spiritually uplifting
and professionally fulfilling.

You know, a few years ago,
in London, I came down sick,

and there she was-
this angel of mercy, name of Sister Ruth.

Just like being home
among my flock. [Chuckles]

Yes, he was quite ill.
That's when they discovered the diabetes.

- Something wrong, Miss Jessica?
- Oh, no, no. Not at all.

I was just a little surprised.
You appear to be in such good health.

Well, I am. I am, indeed.

I inject myself daily
with a dose of insulin-

a gift from the Lord above- to help
control this burdensome affliction.

Not that I feel the Lord
has singled me out.

No, indeed.

In fact, I would say there
are hundreds, perhaps thousands...

right here in the Tulsa area
who suffer as I do.

Wouldn't you say, Sister Ruth?
Oh, yes, WillieJohn. I would say so.

Reverend Fargo, as you know,

Carrie was a dear friend of mine.

L- I hope you won't mind
if I ask you a question.

Where were you between midnight
and 12:30 on the night that Carrie died?

I take no offense, Miss Jessica.
I only wish I were free to divulge that information.

- My husband was home.
- Hush now, Ruth.

I regret that I cannot answer
that question without violating a trust.

I'm sure you understand.

No, Reverend Fargo,
I'm afraid I don't.

Excuse me.
Miss Jessica.

Surely you cannot believe
I had anything to do with that dear woman's death?

At the moment,
I don't quite know what to believe.

Of course I knew that
WillieJohn Fargo is a diabetic.

So are hundreds of other people
in this county. It doesn't mean a thing.

So I was just told.
But they are not going to inherit McKittrick Oil.

Look, we have a very
sensitive situation here.

I realize that you have to be circumspect,
but certainly the police-

The police? The chief and half
his staff just went on sick leave.

Seven county judges
applied for vacation yesterday!

- Oh, yes, I see. Leaving you-
- Leaving me holding a sackful of diamondback rattlers.

- Well, still and all, Mr. Whittaker-
- Ma'am, if I knew for sure-

and I mean for sure- Miss Carrie's killer,
I would do my duty.

Well, then, let's look at the facts.

Now, we know that someone
put cyanide into Carrie's I.V. Tube...

between midnight and 12:30.

We also know that Sam
had an opportunity.

You keep making a point of that.

Yeah, but he wasn't the only one.
I mean, there was an exit down the hall...

from Carrie's room that leads
down to the parking lot.

It was late, almost nobody around.
Somebody could have come in from the outside...

and have gotten into her room
without even being noticed.

- All right. Who?
- Didn't you tell me...

that there were fingerprints
on that syringe?

I sent 'em to the F.B.I.
We're waiting to hear.

Yeah, well, what puzzles me most
is that a massive dose of insulin...

would almost certainly be fatal
to someone who'd had a heart attack.

A-Are you a doctor or something?

Uh, writing murder mysteries
almost qualifies me, believe me.

But, now, if insulin has been used,
it would not have been detected in a postmortem.

There'd be no suspicion of murder.
The death would seem perfectly natural.

But, no, someone removes the insulin,
substitutes cyanide.

Now, Mr. Whittaker,
it's as if someone had wanted...

Carrie's murder to be discovered,
and the question is, why?

[Organ]

She always used to say,
"Hold my wake in that parlor,

and make sure everybody comes."

I know it's an old tradition
and everything, but-

I don't know.
It just makes me a little squeamish.

Well, you know,
I think it's rather a nice custom.

It gives everybody a chance
to say good-bye.

I suppose.
Ethel, let's- [Continues, Indistinct]

May I make you a drink?
Oh, not right now, thank you.

[Sighs]
I appreciate your helping out, Mrs. Fletcher.

Now, fact is,
I'm gonna have to pull out of here in awhile.

I got some-
some work to attend to.

Oh, business
on a night like this?

Well, bringin' in a new well
is like birthin' a calf.

You never know
when it's gonna happen,

but you better be there
when it does.

I been out there
every night this week.

Oh, my goodness.
Even the night of Carrie's heart attack?

Oh, I went right out to those fields
after you run us out of the hospital.

Oh, that's strange.
Alice said that she'd spent the evening with you at your house.

Well, uh, yes, actually, uh, ma'am.

As-As I recall, uh,

when I got home,
Alice was waitin' for me,

and I could tell from her eye that
she'd had a little spat with Sam.

Didn't mean much.
Just two young kids blowin' off some steam.

Really? I got the impression
it, uh, was a little more than that.

Do you remember exactly what time
you got back from the oil field?

Oh, I don't know.

12:30. Maybe 1:00.

Now, ma'am, I hope
you ain't suggestin'...

that I had anything to do
with Carrie's death,

because the fact of the matter is,
you'd be dead wrong.

Now, uh, maybe we
weren't blood related,

but, uh, she was a real mama to me
for most of my life.

Good night, ma'am.

WillieJohn, uh,
I think I'll wait outside.

I'm not sure I'm up to facin'
the McKittricks.

Earl, come here.

I guess they never taught you this
in college, little brother.

No matter what they're sayin' about you,
you always face 'em down.

The narrower the path,
the broader the smile.

Don't tell me.

Either he's the smartest Okie
in the state...

or the dumbest millionaire
west of the Ozarks.

Earl, how can you talk that way
about your own brother?

Come on, Ruth.
Where would he be without me?

Still pickin' up nickels
in a tinplate under some threadbare revival tent.

You may not have noticed,
but he's not in a tent anymore.

He's got his hands
on McKittrick Oil.

McKittrick Oil goes
straight to the church, Sister Ruth,

not to BrotherJohn.

I made sure of that.
Good evening.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you'll pardon me, ma'am,

but you always seem to be
poppin' up at the strangest times.

Earl, your manners.

WillieJohn told me about
your conversation earlier,

and I consider it
the poorest of manners...

to accuse a man of God
of the sin of murder.

Oh, I made no accusation,
Mr. Fargo.

Pardon me while I pay my respects.

I'm so sorry.
Oh, that's quite all right.

Despite what you heard,
he and WillieJohn are very close.

I think Earl really is afraid that
WillieJohn might have, um-

Excuse me.

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Fletcher.
It's a nice wake, isn't it?

Oh, yes.

Are-Are you
looking for someone?

Well, I just noticed
that Sam McKittrick isn't here.

Tammy Lee, what in Sam Hill
did you do to your hair?

It's only sprayed on,
Mr. Whittaker.

I'm goin' to a dance.
I'll wash it out before I come in in the morning.

The report from the F.B.I.
Came in just as I was leaving,

and I thought you'd want
to see it right away.

Excuse me, Tammy Lee.

It's been a time of testing
for all of us.

Excuse me. WillieJohn?
Yes, Fred?

WillieJohn, I hate to interrupt
a man of God while he's at work,

but, uh, looks like I gotta-

You sound like a man
with a heavy burden, Fred.

Well, the way it is-

l-I finally got this, uh, back
from the F.B.I., and, uh-

Hang it all, WillieJohn.
The fingerprints...

on the murder syringe
turns out to be yours.

Well, now, Fred, they tell me
the guilty party was in Sister Carrie's room...

sometime between
12:00 and 12:30.

During that time, I was giving
spiritual comfort to one of my flock.

Oh, well, if you could tell us
who that someone was-

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

- I'd be violating a sacred trust.
- Come on, now, WillieJohn.

Believe in me as you would in the Lord.
I give you my word.

Oh, I wanna believe in you,
believe me.

It's just that, well, a grand jury
is liable to want more.

No, WillieJohn.

It was me, Mr. Whittaker.
WillieJohn was with me.

[Murmuring]

- Is- Is that so?
- You were with my husband at midnight?

You were supposed to be
on your dinner break.

We were in the chapel.

WillieJohn was ministering to my needs.

Oh, well, if-
if you and WillieJohn...

were both in the chapel together,
well, then,

someone else
must've poisoned Miss Carrie.

Oh, but, Mr. Whittaker,
it's quite simple to get from the chapel...

to Carrie's room without passing
the nurses' station,

by way of the exit staircase.

Sue Beth, I'm sure that you
used those stairs...

when you left the chapel
to go to Carrie's room?

No. I was with WillieJohn in the chapel
between 12:00 and 12:30.

Oh, but I'm sure that I saw you leave
Carrie's room just minutes before she died.

I never left the chapel,
and neither did WillieJohn.

We were talking the whole time.

Talking. That's all.

I've been having an affair
with one of the interns and-

Hush, child.
There's no need to explain.

I'd better go see if she's all right.

Mrs. Fletcher, I don't get it.

If his fingerprints
were on the murder syringe,

he had to be the one
who snuffed her, right?

Dear heaven!
How stupid of me!

Don't worry, Ruth.
Everything's gonna be all right.

They'll never find a jury that'll convict
WillieJohn, not in this county.

Nor should they, Mr. Fargo.

Your brother did not
kill Carrie McKittrick.

Are you sure about that, lady?
Yes, I am now.

Because the killing was committed by
someone who wanted to make it appear...

that WillieJohn was responsible.

Somebody framed WillieJohn?
Of course.

It was the McKittricks.
They wanted to break the will.

No, it was someone close to WillieJohn.
Very close.

Someone who knew that he was a diabetic
and knew that it would come out.

Someone who had access to the syringes
that he used every day and discarded.

Someone who thought
that he wouldn't have an alibi.

That's ridiculous.
I love my husband.

Do you? Haven't you
been meeting another man,

secretly, once a week,
on Wednesdays,

at the Indian reservation clinic?

- Ruth!
- Oh, Earl, don't be so ridiculous.

Carrie wasn't so much a murder victim
as much as she was a means to an end,

and I suppose that's what makes this
so hard to accept.

I mean, a smart killer would have
injected Carrie with insulin,

so the murder
would not have been detected.

But you wanted
the murder discovered, Ruth,

and you made sure that the clues
pointed to your husband.

- No.
- When I first met you,

I assumed "Sister Ruth"
had a religious connotation.

But when you said that
you'd met WillieJohn in London...

when he'd had a diabetic attack,
it made me wonder...

if the term "sister"might not refer
to your former vocation-a nurse?

It would have been simple to find
a uniform in the locker room downstairs...

and washable hair color spray.

The kind Mr. Whittaker's
secretary wears...

is available at
any all-night drug store.

If anyone had seen you
from a distance,

they'd have mistaken you
for Sue Beth.

You even wore gloves so that
WillieJohn's fingerprints...

would still be on the syringe.

Ruth, why?

Did you do it for WillieJohn?

For WillieJohn? No.

I did it to WillieJohn.

Or I tried to.

I had to be free of him,
but that meant destroying him totally.

I tried to tell you, Mark.
I couldn't.

As much as I know you love me,
you could've never understood.

WillieJohn was crushing me,
Mrs. Fletcher,

wringing the life out of me
with his sanctimonious piety.

I'm a woman, and every day
I've been getting older and older,

living like some plaster saint.

The dutiful wife of the great
and good WillieJohn Fargo.

What was I supposed to do?
Divorce him?

Oh, my God.
Can you just see the headlines?

Or kill him?

That would have thrust me into
an even more untenable role.

The keeper of WillieJohn's flame...

living in chastity
for the rest of my years.

[WillieJohn]
Ruth.

Why didn't you tell me?

I did, WillieJohn,

every day,
in a hundred different ways,

but you were always
too busy to hear.

I'm so glad you got to see Carrie.

I only wish it could've been
under happier circumstances.

- I'd like a word, Miss Alice.
- You got your nerve comin' here.

We're taking that will all the way
to the Supreme Court, WillieJohn.

That won't be necessary, Harvey.

I'll never be able to make amends
for what Ruth did,

but at least I can set matters right
regarding Sister Carrie's last will and testament.

In honor of the generous
and good-hearted woman that she was,

I've established the Carrie McKittrick
Foundation in lasting tribute to her memory.

What?
With her money?

Since I won't have anything to do
with runnin' it, Harvey,

I knew you and Sam
would be real fond of the idea.

What in the name of heaven
is he talkin' about? Shut up, boy. Let me think.

Makes you feel real proud
bein'a benefactor to the people.

It'll just take some gettin' used to.

Bless you, boys.

Come on, Sam.

You didn't have to do that,
you know.

Well, Miss Jessica,
I've had to do some hard thinking.

I failed Ruth.

Seems like I lost my direction
somewhere along the line.

Raising all that money
doesn't seem so important now.

Really? What will you do then?

I've decided to go away for awhile...

to Africa, Asia, South America,

anyplace the simple folks need me.

Well, I wish you luck, WillieJohn,

and I hope that you find
what you're looking for.

Oh, I will, Miss Jessica.
I will, indeed, the good Lord willing.

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