All language subtitles for MSW s03e20 Cemetery Vote.eng

Hands up or I'll shoot.

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Yates has been
coverin' up a murder.

Folks around here know better than
to make threats against the sheriff.

Where I come from
the sheriff upholds the law.

There's one thing I know how to do
is follow orders.

A trained dog can do that.

Wayne's a good boy.
I think he'd make a good sheriff.

Hell, she's crookeder
than a dog's hind leg.

Watch yourself.
You could get hurt.

- [Jessica] Pull over, let him pass.
- I don't think he wants to pass.

Hang on!

[Dog Barking In Distance]

[Grunting]

You're deep in the dung heap now,
old man.

Breaking and entering is a felony.
[Groans]

What's that? I can't hear you.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue, huh?

Ease off, Wayne.
That's no way to treat a senior citizen.

- Yeah, you see
what he done to that gate? - Let him be.

Harry, you all right?

No. Thanks to your deputy.

Well, you shouldn't be here, Harry.

I got a right
to look atJimmy's car.

Not while it's locked up
in my pound.

It shouldn't be locked up in your pound.
It should've been released toJimmy's wife six weeks ago.

No reason to get riled up
over a little red tape.

I liked your boy.
He was an honest mayor.

Yeah, that's what probably
got him killed.

You know, Harry, it grieves me
to see you hung up on that damn fool notion.

Jim's death was an accident,
pure and simple.

Maybe I'll believe that when
I examine this wreck for myself.

And I mean to do that, Yates-
Even if I have to get a court order.

Careful now, Harry.
A man of your age, it's dangerous to get so worked up.

Humph.

I'll have the county bill you
for that busted gate.

You do that.

Beeler, you get away
from my truck before I run over your size 12s.

[Engine Starts]

I found out about it
when I called Seth Hazlitt from Rome.

And he told me that
he'd heard about the accident from your mother.

You shouldn't have
canceled your plans, but I'm glad you're here.

I'm only sorry
I couldn't have gotten here sooner.

I have such wonderful memories
of that picnic on the beach at Cabot Cove.

The two of you cutting up
like a couple of kids.

[Sighs]

And how are you, Linda?

I'm holding together.
Barely, sometimes.

I wake up groggy,
and Jim isn't there.

Yes.

I find myself inventing places
where he must be- 'cause he can't be dead.

I miss him so much.

I know.

But you are keeping busy,
I hope.

You mentioned something
on the telephone about being involved in some special election?

To replaceJim as mayor.

Oh, I, ah, I promised
to pick up some posters.

Mind if we make one
quick stop at the city hall?

Not a bit.
Come on.

Well, I know, George,
that the incumbent has the edge,

but, uh, the trouble is
that I'm not the incumbent, I'm only the acting mayor.

What are you trying to say?
That you've got a fight on your hands? Hell, it says that on your poster.

Well, I don't mind a scrap
as long as there's a crowd behind me.

The decent element of this town
is solidly behind you.

You've got me on the city council.
I can deliver most of the others.

Don't belittle your position, David.

Well, the decent element has yet
to stand up and be counted.

And I'm not so sure whether
my being backed by most of the council...

equals the civic club's
wholesale endorsement of Orville Yates.

Kate Gunnerson's civic club?
Hell, she's crookeder than a dog's hind leg.

[Buzzing]
Don't even think about that bunch.

Rita, I said no interruptions.

Oh, that's different.
Send her in.

Linda Stevens.

David, I'm sorry
to drop in like this. Oh, hi, George.

Don't I get a hug
anymore? Always.

How's it going, kiddo?
Oh, it's better sinceJessica arrived.

Jessica, may I present
George McDaniels,

the best hugger
west of the Mississippi.

Hello, George.
My pleasure, ma'am.

And David Carroll.
Oh, Jim's friend.

He told me about the time
you went hunting jackrabbits and almost shot a cow.

Is nothing sacred?
In defense of David,

it was a very small cow,
with very long ears. Oh.

I dropped by to pick up
some more posters.

Oh, well, here they are.
Uh, I don't know where you're gonna put them though.

There isn't an empty square inch
of fence left in this town.

[Harry] And I'm tellin'you.
I gotta see David right now! But, Mr. Stevens-

Outta my way, girl.
You can't go in there!

David, I need some kind
of legal paper to use on Sheriff Yates.

Harry, now what have you been up to?

I tried to look atJimmy's
brakes and steerin'...

but Yates and his bully-boy deputy
stopped me cold.

I asked you not to do it.

That death car is evidence,
and Sheriff Yates is sittin' on it. Big as you please.

Evidence?
Harry's got it in his head thatJim was murdered.

But I thought
it was an accident. [Linda] It was.

Oh, a one car accident on a
stretch of straight road that Jimmy had driven over 900 times before.

Don't you believe it!
Jessica, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to burden you
with Harry's obsession.

Jessica,

you be the friend
from back East? Yes.

Well, then you know my son.

He wasn't careless,
and he wasn't reckless.

Somebody tampered with his car.

And I was fixin' to examine it
when Deputy Beeler got a choke hold on me.

- He used force on you?
- Thought he was gonna break my neck.

[Sighs]
That wrecked car should have been released to Linda within 30 days.

You had every right to see it,
and they had no right to stop you.

Getting a court order
in the middle of an election might look like politicking.

[Tapping Buttons]
You know, George, I really don't care.

Linda, you'll see.
Yates has been coverin' up a murder.

Get meJudge Reardon.

Harry, are you sure?
Sure as I'm standin' on this spot.

Jimmy's wrecked car
was right here. You must be mistaken.

Well, something stood here
until recently. That oil stain is still fresh.

Well, you folks
have a problem?

What did you do
with Jim's car?

Wayne, you know anything
about a missin' car?

Well, last week
you told me to clean this area up.

That old piece ofjunk
was a terrible eyesore.

Yates, that car was
an important piece of evidence you conveniently got rid of.

That what you think,
Mrs. Stevens?

That car is my property, Sheriff.
I want it returned immediately.

Well, now I'd like to oblige you, ma'am.
But, uh, this is a big county with lots of junkyards.

By now, it's probably been shoved
into some compactor...

and scrunched up
to the size of a suitcase.

I don't think you understand, Sheriff.

The court order directs you
to return the car to Mrs. Stevens.

Surely you don't want a violation
of the law hanging over your head...

just before election time.

You must be from out of town.

Well, what's that got to do with it?

Folks around here know better than
to make threats against the sheriff.

[Jessica]
Where I come from,

folks don't have to make threats.

The sheriff upholds the law.

I don't believe
I caught your name, ma'am.

[Woman]
Just who the hell is this Jessica Fletcher?

My wife says
she's some kind of book writer.

What kind of books?
I don't know what kind of books.

Why?
You takin' up readin', Kate?

Strangers make me edgy.

That wasn't too smart of you, Orville,
makin'Jim Stevens's car disappear.

Well, maybe I should've
left it there, let 'em all examine it.

Maybe you should've got rid of it
before that old man started asking questions you can't answer.

Nobody'd listen to him for a minute
if it wasn'tJim Stevens's pa.

Let me worry about old Harry.

Strikes me you don't worry
near enough. You know, this special election ain't in the bag.

- You've got yourself
a real candidate this time. - Is that right?

Yes.

I didn't call
this meeting to an end. Orville, you come back here. You owe us.

I don't owe you
spit in the wind, Stokes.

I been savin'your butts
all the while.

Or ain't that weekend gamblin' club
of yours still wide open?

Nobody come close
to shuttin'you down butJim Stevens, and he's gone.

You've been gettin' your share, Orville.

Or maybe it's not enough.
That it, Orville? You lookin' for more?

Thanks for the suds.

[Linda]
I wish you could stay a few days longer.

Well, I really have to get home.

Amos Tupper may uphold the law,
but I can't trust him to water my plants.

And I have so much work to do.

I could get you
a typewriter.

[Laughs]
Linda, when I'm writing, I am the world's worst company.

Well, I'll never forget the way
you stood up to Sheriff Yates.

I don't believe he's covering up anything,
but he's sure not somebody I trust.

Jim said there's a rumor
he won his first election by the cemetery vote.

The what?

Oh, you know, copying names
off tombstones to cast extra votes on election day.

Oh yeah.

Yates was a heavy favorite
with the R.I.P. Crowd.

Too bad Jim couldn't prove it.

[Glass Shattering]

What was that?

Somebody's
in the house. We should call the police.

Sheriff Yates? I'd rather take
my chances with the burglar.

Is that loaded?
I don't know.

Hands up or I'll shoot!

- Ain't thatJimmy's
old jackrabbit gun? - Harry.

My goodness.
You frightened us half to death.

Well, I rang the doorbell.
Guess it ain't workin' again. I'll have a look at it tomorrow.

Why are you going
through Jim's desk?

Jimmy said he was gonna
clean up this town.

Now I got to thinkin' about
the illegal gambling that goes on every Friday and Saturday...

in Gil Stokes's warehouse
near the railroad tracks.

That isn't a secret.
Everybody in town knows about it.

Supposing Jimmy had proof
that Sheriff Yates was gettin' his cut off the top,

that he was like a partner in it.

Well, it explains a few things
about law and order in this town.

But there isn't any proof.
Are you sure?

Jimmy was very careful.
He would have put it down on paper so somebody would see it just in case-

Jimmy lost control of his car.
He fell asleep at the wheel.

Linda, that's what
they want you to think.

But where is the car?
Where is Jimmy's car?

Look, I'm going to put on some coffee.
I can't sleep anyway.

I guess I do talk
crazy sometimes.

Not to me.
Look, that car is missing.

Frankly, if Yates was
the sheriff of my hometown,

I wouldn't call a special election.

I would call the state's attorney
or the exterminator.

You know, Linda's a smart girl.
Levelheaded most of the time.

But she's got a blind spot
when it comes toJimmy's death.

Look here,
Jimmy's personal effects. Guess Linda couldn't deal with 'em.

Hey, look at this ring.

Ever seen a ring like this?

Oh, not in years.
That's a horseshoe nail, isn't it?

Just looks like one,
but my daddy made this specially-

Mm-hmm.
Out of a $10 gold piece.

He was a blacksmith.
He gave it to me when I was just, well, wet behind the ears.

Said it was lucky.
So I passed it on toJimmy.

And now
it's come back to me.

You know, I ain't worn a ring in years.

Still fits.

Harry, take a look at this.

It could be a cipher
of some sort.

Jessica, this here is just
what I was lookin' for.

A bunch of
numbers and letters?

Surely that can't be
the proof of anything. Maybe this isn't the proof,

but it tells me where I can find it.

And that's where I'm goin,
and when I get it,

I want you to tell Linda
that I'm takin' it straight to Ernie Lenko at the state police.

[Keys Jingling]

Harry, be careful.

Don't worry.
I ain't gonna fall asleep at the wheel.

And thanks, Jessica.

[Yates]
Mrs. Stevens, I'm gonna ask you to identify the body...

since you bein' practically
next of kin.

Sheriff, is that
really necessary?

I can make an identification,
if you won't. [Man] Matter of form, Mrs. Fletcher.

Papers need signin'.
Won't take but a few minutes.

I'll be all right.
Okay.

Come on, Bernard.
Let's get it over with.

Sure am sorry, Mrs. Stevens.

The town won't be the same
without old Harry.

There's some benches there
by the front door.

Like to find a magazine
or two, ma'am. Excuse me.

[Huffs]

Sheriff, may I ask you
a question? It's up to you, ma'am.

When your deputy
came to the house, he only told Mrs. Stevens...

that Harry's body had been
found on the highway.

Exactly how did he die?

You know that bench out there
is a real nice place to wait. Was he struck by a car?

And why was he alone
out on that highway?

Surely you're not going to claim
that that was another accident.

You know, for the life of me, ma'am,
I don't think it's any of your business.

Linda is a friend of mine,
and so was Jimmy and so was Harry.

For some reason, nobody wanted
to listen when Harry said his son had been murdered.

You know, I think folks around here
put a lot of faith in proof...

and not in the ravings
of a grievin' old man.

Last night, Harry was sure
that he had turned up proof.

Now I ask you again,
Sheriff: How did he die?

[Sighs]
Somebody banged him over the head and shoved him out of a car.

Coroner says he was dead
before he hit the pavement.

That was sometime last night.
Satisfied?

I see. First the son is killed
on one of your lonely roads, then the father.

Are you going to tell me
that that was a coincidence?

[Drawer Slams]
Harry was muleheaded. He spoke his mind; he got folks riled up.

Anyone could've done it.
It didn't have to be the same one who-

The same one who killed Jimmy.
Is that what you were going to say?

No, ma'am. If I said that,
I would be lyin'.

Jim Stevens died
in a car accident.

That's official.

Now is there anything else
I can do for you, ma'am?

Can I maybe buy you a can of
soda pop from the machine? [Sighs]

[David]
Yates.

They told me Linda
was identifying the body.

Now that is a lousy thing
to put her through and totally unnecessary.

Somebody had to do it.

Oh, come on, Yates.

You could have corroborated your own
identification of Harry with his driver's license and signed the forms yourself.

Maybe...
if he had a driver's license.

He drove a pickup truck.

Yes, ma'am.
[David] Look, Yates, I don't know what you're trying to pull here.

But I'm gonna settle it.

Now, as Mrs. Stevens's personal attorney,
I have the authority to take possession of Harry's personal effects.

Well, now, that might be
a bit of a problem. Since he didn't have any.

His watch, his wallet, his ring,
the key to his pickup.

We didn't find none
of those things on him. He wasn't even wearin' boots.

What are you talking about?

Why would the killer
take Harry's boots?

That's a good question.

[Jessica]
Captain, I am out of patience, and I am not going to be shined on.

Comstock is having a crime wave,
and you people are just sitting here.

Are you finished?

No, I have lots more to say
on the subject.

Uh, ma'am,
may I break in for a minute?

In the first place,
Harry Stevens was a friend of mine.

I knew him all my life.
He was my track coach when I was a kid.

Turned me into
a pretty good miler.

That old man was something else.
So don't tell me I'm looking the other way when it comes to Harry.

Now, as far as
this illegal gambling goes,

I'd give a year's salary to
lead a mop-up operation.

Twice I've led raids
in conjunction with Sheriff Yates.

You know what we found
in that hardware company warehouse?

Lawn mowers, chain saws
and pickle jar openers.

That's all you're going to find,
as long as Yates is running things.

Ma'am, I know the score.

I have a separate file cabinet
full of complaints from suckers who got trimmed at that warehouse...

and not by a lawn mower.

But if I want to raid the place,
I'm required to tell Yates.

And as soon as I tell him,
I know what I'm going to find there.

Nevertheless, I've still got
to go through the motions.

Something to do with
political jurisdiction?

Yes. And if I want to make
a move on my own,

I've got to have hard evidence
connecting Yates with that gambling club.

Well, surelyJim Stevens
supplied some information.

Yes, we worked
together on it.

Once, when Yates was in Reno
at a sheriff's convention, we pulled a surprise raid.

We had no more luck then
than we did the other two times.

When was that?

Two nights beforeJim's car crash.
I have my suspicions about that too.

You know, Harry wanted
to see you last night.

He thought something
we found in Jim's wallet...

might lead you to that hard evidence
that you're looking for.

- What's it mean?
- I was hoping you could tell me.

Reminds me of something-

something you might find
on a library card.

Sorry I can't help you.

You may have already.

Wendell?
George McDaniels.

Fine. I'm here with David
and thought it'd be a good idea to touch base with you about-

[Typing]

Pardon me,
I'm looking for Mrs. Stevens.

Hello, Mrs. Fletcher.
She's inside.

I'm Cindy March.
I was Mayor Stevens's secretary.

By the way, he just loved that
inscribed book you sent him.

It's still on his desk.
His desk?

Well, his office is
just the way he left it.

I'll show you right in.

Mrs. Stevens,
Mrs. Fletcher is here.

Oh, Jessica.
I thought you'd gotten lost.

[Jessica]
Oh, no.

Yes, I can seeJim in here.

Can you see Orville Yates?

I won't even try.

David thought it would be better
to remain in his office during the interim period,

and Cindy has been busy
getting the files in order for the next occupant.

And you couldn't find it in your heart
to clear outJim's personal possessions.

They were a lot alike.

Yes. Strong, honest,
muleheaded.

I've been talking to
Captain Lenko, Linda, and he feels as I do-

that Harry was killed
by the same person who killed Jim.

[Slamming Desk]
Why do you keep saying that?

Jim wasn't murdered.

Look, what happened to Harry
was horrible, but it had nothing to do with Jim.

Linda, you know that isn't true.

It is.

It must be true.
Please, Jessica,

I don't want to discuss it,
especially not now.

I've been here
stuffing campaign material...

and trying to erase that image
of the morgue.

I can't handle
anything else.

Jessica, I didn't know
you were one of my volunteers.

Well, I'm not. You caught me
just as I was about to make my escape.

Oh, good.
I have to leave too. You want a lift?

Yes, thank you.

Linda, you want to come?

What, and miss out on all this?

No, thanks.
I'm developing a rhythm.

I'll stay and finish up.

Well, I'll be back in a little while.
I'm just going to stop at the library.

I'll be here.

Before we go to the library,
I'd like to see where he died.

Harry?
Jim.

Let me get my keys,
I'll tell my secretary...

to make up some
new telephone excuses till I get back.

Right.

[David] Since they built
the interstate, not many people drive these old country roads.

Jim would have
preferred the solitude, you know, the country feeling.

We're not far from
where he went off the road-

about a mile or so.

Is something wrong?

That truck behind us.

Oh, my goodness.
He's going awfully fast.

Too fast. I haven't been able
to shake him.

He was probably lying in wait
on one of those side roads we passed.

Aren't you letting your-your
imagination run away with you.

Am I?

[Jessica]
What's he doing?

David, pull over
and let him pass.

[David]
I don't think he wants to pass.

Hang on!

How many fingers
am I holding up? Two.

I don't have concussion.
I wasn't hit on the head.

Now what we need
is a ride back to town.

Yeah.
[Siren Blaring]

We can take you
as far as the hospital. Tell me that isn't who I think it is.

Sheriff Yates.

Well, that ain't no way to treat
a nice car like that, Mr. Carroll. You oughta be more careful, boy.

Looks like you folks
ran into some trouble.

Ran into a ditch
is more like it.

Sheriff, isn't there some law
about keeping him on a leash?

Easy now. Wayne,
go and help them direct traffic. I'll take care of this.

Yeah, right.

Well, now, Mrs. Fletcher,
you seem to be right on the scene here.

Like to tell me what happened?

A truck forced us off the road.

Did you see this truck, ma'am?

Yes, I saw it clearly.
It was a black one.

What make was it?

Well, l- I don't know
one make from another. Dark black cab.

Did you see who was driving it?
Was he fat, skinny, white, black, hairy, bald?

I couldn't see him
because of the mud splattered on the windshield.

Maybe you can give me
the license number.

It was smeared with mud too.
I couldn't read it.

We are talkin' about
the same truck, aren't we, ma'am?

The one you saw very clearly?

Yes, I saw it.
And I also felt it bump into the rear of David's car.

- And then it pushed you off the road?
- No. I turned off the road to get away from it.

So you drove it into the ditch
under your own power. Is that the way it was?

- No, that is not the way it was.
- Jessica, he's not gonna listen to us.

Where do you think
you're going?

To the hospital.

[Groans]
I feel as though that truck ran over me a few times.

And I thought soaking in a hot tub
would help take away some of the pain from your bruises.

[Groans]
You were in the tub for an hour.

Well, I soaked for ten minutes.

But it took me the rest of the time
to get in and out.

Oh. David said you both
could have been killed.

Yes, I think the driver could have
killed us if he'd wanted to.

But somehow I don't think
that was his intention.

Don't be too sure.
They killed Harry.

But notJim?

Linda, whatever it is
you've got bottled up, let it go.

He was happy as a lawyer,

defending the poor,
fighting for justice.

It was so bleak.

Without any kind of future.

I talked Jim into running for office.

I told him of all the good
he could do operating from a power base.

But all the time,
I was selfishly thinking about the exciting lives we would lead...

in the state capitol
or even in Washington.

And now Jimmy has no life.

Lfhe died because
he was trying to do his job-

I can't live with that.
Listen to me.

Jimmy was murdered,
and it's not your fault.

- It is!
- It is not your fault.

Now Jimmy and his father
were one of a kind- bullheaded, stubborn.

Neither one of them
would do something unless they wanted to do it.

Now you know that.

Serving the people,
serving the town-

That was Jim's decision,
not yours.

I couldn't face it
if it was politics, if Yates killed him.

Yates?
Oh, I wonder.

Your sheriff is a crafty fox.

But if he was responsible,

why would he go to all the trouble
of making Jim's death look like an accident,

and then turn around...

and leave poor Harry's
beaten body out in the middle of nowhere,

so obviously a murder?

- Jessica.
- Oh. Ow.

Oh, I'm sorry.
It's all right. I forgot myself.

I'm going to make you
some hot soup. Now hop into bed.

[Groans]
Hop.

Oh.

The state police barracks, please.

Captain Lenko.

[Linda]
Jessica, are you in bed?

Yes!

Captain Lenko?
This is Jessica Fletcher.

How did you know
I'd be here this late?

Well, I had a hunch.

I was going to call you.
I thought you'd be in bed.

What happened
this afternoon?

Well, somebody tried to scare me,
and they did a darn good job of it.

That's what I figured.

Of course, that's not what it says
in the sheriff's report.

Captain, I had a thought
on Harry.

In your experience,
who goes around stealing shoes?

Nobody these days, unless you're
flat broke and need them.

Oh, I see what you mean.
Somebody may have come along and robbed Harry's body.

A vagrant, a hitchhiker,
something like that. I'll check it out.

Anything else?

Yes. You mentioned a third raid
on Stokes's warehouse,

one thatJim arranged
while Sheriff Yates was out of town.

That's right. And like the other
two times, it didn't come off.

But it should have come off...

with Yates gone,
unless someone else was on the payroll.

A mole in Jim's office?
That's possible. What made you think of it?

The truck that ran us off the road
was lying in wait.

I mean the driver knew that
we would be coming that way.

Which means the mole
is still there.

Watch yourself.
You could get hurt.

Oh, Jessica.

Can you come in here
a minute, please? Will it take long?

I don't think so. Ernie Lenko
called me last night, and I started asking questions this morning.

I found your mole.

Rita, nobody's angry with you.
We just want the truth.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carroll.
I guess I should have said something sooner.

Well, I know.
A conflict of loyalties.

Now, Rita, I want you to tell
Mrs. Fletcher exactly what you told us.

Look. I sure hate sayin' things
about somebody I work with,

but I told Cindy I didn't
like what she was doin. Cindy?

Where is Cindy anyway?

She hasn't come in yet.
You won't tell her that I told you?

Rita, please,

what has Cindy done?

Now, Mrs. Fletcher,
don't you misunderstand.

I'm not accusing her of anything,
except maybe bad judgment.

I just don't think it's right
for her to be running around with a married man.

Rita, skip the moral issue.
Tell her the man's name.

His name is Wayne.

Wayne Beeler.

No. Wayne.
I have to go.

What is the matter with you
this morning?

I woke up a couple of times
last night, thinking about what you told me.

About you and that truck.

Oh, you keep your
mouth shut about that.

What if you'd killed them?
Didn't you think about that?

I wasn't supposed to kill 'em.

I done just like I was told.

There's one thing I know how to do
is follow orders.

A trained dog can do that.

I ain't nobody's dog.

And when I'm sheriff,
I'm gonna be givin' the orders.

I'll make this old county jump.
You just see if I don't.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, where do you think you're going?

To work.
I'm late as it is.

You'll go
when I say you can go.

Wayne.

You just remember
who you're workin' for, darlin'.

[Door Opening]
[Jessica] You overheard my conversation...

in the outside office
with Mr. Carroll...

and told Deputy Beeler
that we were driving on the county road.

No.

Oh, Cindy,
for heaven's sakes.

I swear,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I didn't even talk to Wayne
until afterwards.

If I'd have known he was
gonna pull a stunt like that, I would've tried to stop him.

Haven't you been giving him
information ever since you came to work at city hall?

Now, Cindy,
don't lie to me.

Two people
have been murdered.

Don't make things
worse for yourself.

All right.

Yeah, sometimes I had to.

I was afraid of him.

When Wayne doesn't
get his own way, he can be real mean.

Well-Well,
why didn't you stop seeing him?

I can't.

I love him.
He loves me too.

Oh, Cindy.

It's true.

He's gonna ask his wife
for a divorce just as soon as she has her baby.

I know how awful
that sounds.

Other people are happy.

Oh, God, why is all of this
happening to me?

Cindy, sit down.

Now, I need your help.

I want you to be
totally honest with me,

and I'll do everything
I can to help you.

Now, when you were
Mayor Stevens's secretary,

did you tell this deputy
that the mayor had arranged for the state police...

to raid the illegal gambling club
while the sheriff was out of town?

No. I didn't even
know about it.

You're sure?
I swear.

Well, there's something else.

This morning, I talked
to the public librarian about something that Mayor Stevens...

had been carrying around
with him on a slip of paper.

She said that it wasn't
a card catalog number.

However, she suggested
it might be a legal reference.

When he wanted me to look up
something in his law books,

this is how he'd write it.

Actually, this has two
different references with a lot of different parts.

Would you like me
to find them for you?

Oh, please. You see,
I was puzzled by the six at the beginning.

That's not a six.
That's an "S" for state and "IX" for Volume 9.

Here it is.

Let me see.
Page 560.

"D" for Docket 584.

Here it is.

People versus Pawley, 1979.

[Lenko]
You found this in a law book?

WhereJim kept it
from prying eyes. His files were too accessible.

It's a signed statement
from an electrician...

who had to make some
emergency repairs at Stokes's warehouse on a Saturday night.

He says that Sheriff Yates
was present while people were gambling.

Sworn to and notarized.
This is reason enough not to let him in on the next raid.

It was tucked into a book next
to a case about a local official...

who accepted bribes
in the form of political support.

Fits Yates like a glove.

Well, so does the case in the
other law book, election fraud.

A candidate for office used
the cemetery vote to insure his victory at the polls.

Oddly enough, there was
no evidence tucked into that one.

MaybeJim was still working on it.
I got something for you too.

You were right about
Harry's shoes.

The police in Castorville picked up
a wino trying to buy muscatel with, uh, Harry's credit card.

Is it possible that he killed Harry?
Oh, no, no, no. On the night of the murder,

he was in the country drunk tank.

They let him go just before dawn,
so they wouldn't have to feed him breakfast.

He was walking out of town.
He must have run into Harry's body.

And took Harry's boots.

Took Harry's everything,
his wallet, his keys.

Two sets of keys?
Only one.

That's strange.

I saw Harry pick upJim's keys
from the desk before he left the house.

That's strange. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt your train of thought.

Oh, no, that's about it.
Wallet, keys, uh, wristwatch and a ring.

Ring?
Yeah. Harry's gold ring.

I don't know why
the guy didn't pawn it.

The ring.
Of course, of course.

That explains everything.

Would you mind
explaining it to me?

Oh, I will, as soon as you set
up the raid on the warehouse.

I have a feeling that this time
you'll find more than lawn furniture there.

[Beeler]
Come on back, come on back.

Okay, baby,
give me a little six puff on 'em. Come on, puff'em- Six!

Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, come on back,
come on back.

[Chattering]

Kate, how's it goin' tonight?

It's still early. The high rollers
can't get away from their wives till after midnight.

Here, Orville.
Try your luck.

Go ahead.
It's on the house.

Not for me, thanks.

Orville's not a big gambler
like his deputy.

Yeah, Wayne ain't exactly cautious.

He's willing to take chances
to better himself.

That's how you play the game.

What game is that, Kate?

There's only one game.
It has different names.

You talking about politics?

That's one name.
Another is "Gettin' Rich."

In case you hadn't noticed,

I play to win.

That why you told Wayne Beeler
to run Carroll and the Fletcher woman off the road yesterday?

Shh! Not so loud.

What makes you say that?

[Sighs]
It wasn't me.

I see Wayne actin' like he owns the place.
You givin' him testimonials.

What am I supposed to think?

You should've been
a detective, Orville.

If I was, maybe I'd have known
who killed Jim and Harry Stevens.

Are you crazy?
Hold it down.

You think it was Wayne?

It come to me.
Wayne's a good boy.

He does what he's told.

I think he'd make a good sheriff.

We agreed the mayor
would have a say in that.

The mayor will.

[Door Opens, Closes]
[Jessica] Hello?

David? Is that you?

Oh, I was beginning to think
you weren't coming.

Well, I nearly didn't.

After I got off the phone
with you, I wasn't sure I had the time correctly.

I mean, nobody meets
at city hall at this hour.

Forgive me. I'm a writer.
We work at all hours.

But I did think that
this was important.

Well, I've burned the midnight oil
myself on occasion.

You mentioned a piece of evidence
thatJim left in one of his law books?

Yes. His instructions indicated
two law books, but only one of them contained a paper-

a letter-
placing Sheriff Yates...

at the scene of illegal gambling.

That's great. Then Jim was able
to get something on Yates.

I only wish he'd had a chance
to pass it on to Captain Lenko himself,

but I gave it to him today.

And tonight, he's leading a raid
on the gambling club.

Fantastic. What time?

Oh, in a couple of hours.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.
Linda's supposed to be picking me up, and I've got her keys.

I was supposed to meet her
out at the front door. Would you excuse me?

I'll go if you like.
Oh, no, no, no.

I kept her waiting,
and I'll make the apologies.

Get me Kate Gunnerson.
It's urgent.

What do you mean she's not available?
You find her quick, and you give her this message.

You tell her that the state troopers
are gonna hit the place in two hours.

You got that?

Yes, Mr. Carroll.
We've got your warning on tape.

No, I'm sorry, uh,

Kate can't come to
the phonejust now, but you can speak to me.

This is Captain Lenko
of the state police.

You can't do this to me. I'm gonna be
the next sheriff. Let go of me! I'll shove that badge down your throats!

Now what was that you were
saying about a raid, Mr. Carroll.

Sorry. I must have been wrong
about the time.

[Sighs]
You set me up.

Yes. A small part of me
hoped that I was wrong,

but I knew that I wasn't.

What a pity.

You had all the tools, David.
Looks, charm, intelligence.

All right,
so I was working both sides.

Kate Gunnerson and her friends
carry a lot of weight in this town.

I convinced them
that I could be reasonable.

A lot more reasonable than Yates.

I see.

Look, I'd be no good to anyone
unless I got elected.

Now my relationship with
the gambling crowd...

is nothing more than
temporary expedience.

Oh, no, David,
it was a great deal more.

You were willing
to do anything,

consort with anyone,
to launch your political career.

You were even willing
to commit murder.

Whoa! Oh, no.

Oh, I'm afraid so.

Now, look, l-I was with you
in the car when we were nearly killed.

Were we?

I don't think so.

Cindy swore she never warned
her boyfriend, the deputy.

So it must have been you
who set up that phony, near-miss accident.

You made an excuse to stop in
your office before we left.

That's when you made the call
to Kate Gunnerson, and she notified Wayne Beeler.

Why would I have
risked my own neck?

To remove yourself
as a suspect.

I think thatJim Stevens
discovered you were the one...

who tipped off
the gambling club owners about the raid he'd planned.

He would have given you
a chance to deny it,

because that was his way.

And you responded by
tampering with his car.

That's your way.

Jessica, you are a spellbinder.

It's amazing how you can
weave a story out of the flimsiest of material,

without any evidence
whatsoever.

It's true I can't prove
that you killed Jim.

- But I know that you killed Harry.
- I told you I didn't even see Harry the night he was killed.

No?

Remember in the sheriff's office
when you asked for the return of Harry's personal effects?

His watch, his wallet, his ring,
key to his pickup.

If you didn't see Harry that night,
how did you know that he was wearing a ring?

He told me
he hadn't worn one in years.

The fact is, he only put that ring on
shortly before he left the house.

Linda told me of course.

No, David.
I couldn't have told you.

I wasn't in the room
when Harry put the ring on.

I didn't even know about it
untilJessica told me on the way over here tonight.

This isn't really
solid evidence, is it?

Linda, what keys
were on Jim's key ring?

The car keys, the house keys,
the key to city hall,

and the key to this office.

[Jessica]
Harry took Jim's keys when he left the house-

the keys that he needed
to get into this building and into this office.

It must have been one of those nights
when you were burning the midnight oil, David.

So what?

[Jessica]
Harry came to city hall to check Jim's law books.

But he must have heard or
seen something that stopped him.

Something that led him to you.

I'm only guessing but he probably
overheard you on the phone, talking to who-

Kate Gunnerson?

He confronted you,
and you responded to the father as you had to the son.

You struck him down.

Then you took the keys and paper
with the references from his pocket.

After you got rid of Harry's body,

you came back and searched
through Jim's law books.

There were two case references,
both of which could apply to the sheriff.

But the case in volume nine
about malfeasance in office...

could have equally applied
to the deputy mayor.

That's whereJim probably kept
his documentation of your betrayal.

You must have destroyed it.

When you found the damaging letter
about Sheriff Yates in volume four, you switched it to volume nine.

Anyone who found it
would assume thatJim had placed it there to point out the sheriff's malfeasance.

Oh, come on now, Jessica.
You can't make a case out of the absence of incriminating evidence.

Someone took the office keys
from Harry and the piece of paper that indicated the books.

Well, it could have been Yates.

But wouldn't the sheriff
have removed the letter that incriminated him?

I'd love to stay here
and debate with you, Jessica,

but I really am
much too busy.

Funny- I can't think of a thing
you have to do except wait for the state police.

Get out of my way,
George.

They'll be here before
you get to the front door.

But if you want to try,
I'd sure love to knock your block off.

I really wish
I could stay, Linda. I'm sorry but I can't.

Now don't worry about me, Jess.
I'm going to be fine. Sure?

Positive.

You know,
you were right.

Jim was his own person,
right or wrong.

What happened,
it's part of living.

And have you decided
what you're going to do now?

Well, George McDaniels
and some of the others,

they want me
to run for mayor. Oh, my goodness.

Yes, and with Kate Gunnerson
and Yates and the rest of that crowd under indictment,

they say I won't have
any trouble winning. Are you going to do it?

I'm a Stevens,
aren't I?

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