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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

He wasn't tending bar
when I was there.

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

What would it take to make you

the happiest man
in greater Houston?

He's dead set

on being San Dimas' answer to Nashville.

Cindy, will you marry me?

Yes! Ha ha!

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

Any chance
you could keep me out of trouble on this?

You owe me big-time, don't forget.

I 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 bozos!

Houston, Tranquility Base here.

The eagle has landed.

That's one small step for man,

one giant leap for mankind.

After all these years

and all the times that I've seen this, I--

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.

Ramos.

She's right here.

Sam, you're on the speaker.

Hi, Jess. Just checkin' up.

That old boy treatin' you right?

Mr. Ramos has been wonderful, Sam.

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.

Ooh! 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
with Wayne Platte.

Oh!

Watchdog, this is Lasso.

Roped us a doggy.

Y'all head on out. Get him off the road.

Right.

♪ Lost my job in San Anton' ♪

♪ Set out for Tennessee ♪

♪ One day I'll play the Opry ♪

♪ Right now I play for free ♪

♪ Drivin' down the boulevard ♪

♪ In a big pink Cadillac ♪

♪ She knew where I was livin' ♪

♪ And she said she'd take me back ♪

Come on in, Mrs. Fletcher.

Got your table over here for you.

Thank you.

He's good, isn't he?

Yes.

- Have a seat, please.
- Thank you.

Rob's told me all about you,

that you're doing some research here
for a book.

That's right. One more day
at NASA should do it.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Tryin' to find a new start ♪

I'm a country boy!

Jessica, 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 packin' them in.

Hey, Rob, you got a call on line two.

Oh. Excuse me, Jessica.

I'll see you later. All right.

Cindy, table ten would like some drinks.

Today would be nice.

I'm doing the best I can.

Jessica, Dad's been hurt.

Where? The old road cutoff.

Forget it, will ya?

I don't need any hospital.

OK, have it your way.
Rather treat a rattler

than argue with you all day.

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 is no Brahma bull.

The Doc said it was probably a gun butt.

When I want your opinion, I'll ask... Ow!

I should've been driving.

Oh, yeah, sure. Ha!

The next Hank Williams
wasting his time and talent

on a little old 18-Wheeler.
I can just see that.

Mr. Platte?

What were you haulin'?

Uh, I don't know. Electronic gizmos.

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 headin'?

NASA.

For 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 tryin' to blame you.

Last year was a disaster,

and if I blow this contract,

Mercer Electronics is history.

Sam, you could've told me.

I'd have had somebody riding shotgun.

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.

Jess, it's nothin'.
It's the ups and downs of this business.

The recession's hit everybody.

How long will it take
to replace those computers?

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'll be a little dicey.

Anyway, we get to haul 'em, right?

Rob, we don't ask for handouts,

and we sure as hell don't take any.

Thanks, Jess. The ice helped.

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, nothin'.

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 tryin' to say, Monday?

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

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. Fletcher.
- Sheriff.

Next election,
I'm gonna make sure I vote.

Wayne, I don't think that Sheriff Monday

was making any accusations.

Oh, Jess...

I'm sorry. We didn't exactly plan

to have your stay end up like this.

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.

It'd take an act of God to pull it out.

But you've got Rob.

Rob? Heh!

No way does he want any part of truckin'.

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've killed him!

Oh, Willie.

Come on, 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 workin' 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.

I got friends in the joint

who can make "cruel and unusual"

a daily part of your life.

Now get out of here!

Thanks.

So I hear you and lover boy

were goin' at it
hot and heavy here last night.

Get a life, Randy.

If he gets
that record deal he's goin' after,

how long you figure
before he dumps you

for some teenaged groupie?

That is your fantasy, Randy.

The whole time we were married,

I never knew what it was like

to have somebody
care about me the way Rob does.

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

That's 'cause you're
always badmouthing me to her.

No, never! But if she knew
how far behind

you were on your child support payments,

she'd hate you, that's for sure.

You're beggin' for it.

Let me go! Randy, let go of me!

She said let her go!

Hey, you! Hey, you bozos!

Look here. You want to be
King of the Crowd,

do it on your own turf!

Go get dried up.

I need four more cases
of Lone Star from the back.

Go on, get out of here.

And what I don't need from you

is for you to be smashin' up my place.

One more time and you're out of here.

Then keep him in his cage.

Robbie?

You OK?

Honey, you're gonna get me fired.

What I'm gonna do is take care of you...

You and Tammy. That's what I'm gonna do.

If you mean that...
and I believe you do...

Isn't it about time
you told your dad about me?

I'm lookin' 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 gotta get back.

Meg, what is this?

You told me
they were gonna give us an extension!

That was before the hijacking.

They get their money
or they foreclose, period.

Bankers.

That's not all. Floyd called.

They're not renewing
our insurance policy.

It expires today at noon.

Come on, Meg.
I gotta run to Corpus Christi tonight

and Sam's shipment to move tomorrow.

I can't risk that without coverage.

Get on the phone, 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.

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

That's not fair.
None of this is his fault.

Just like it's not his fault

he dropped out of college...

or likes to hang out in bars,

hittin' 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, uh,

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 'em.

Very out-on-the-edge.

Ten gigaFLOPS per second,

500 megs of ram, shared memory,

multiprocessors. Whew!

So what are we talkin' about?

On the street?

If it checks out OK, 18, maybe 19 grand.

Whoo!

That's for one, retail.

- How many are we lookin' at?
- 75.

Whew. Tops...

in the original cartons,
I can go 2,500 apiece.

2,500? Forget about it!

- You think I'm gonna...
- Hey!

Don't get your drawers in a bunch.

I'm takin' a big risk.

Plus, it isn't like I can
unload these puppies

on the Home Shopping Network.

35.

29.

Done.

I'll let you know where to deliver 'em.

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.

Just double the interest.

Willie, I'm doing the best that I can.

Wayne was short last week.
I didn't get paid.

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.

Now, that's real smart, Meg,

especially now that his wife
is with the angels

and your dream
is so close to comin' true.

It's nothin' new, Jess.

Oh, it's gotten worse since mom died,

but he's been ridin' 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 how he is 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?

Lone Star, honey.

You got it.

Hello there, Lance.

Hey, Willie. Nice place.

You must be doin' real good.

Nice of you to drop in.
Where you headed?

I'm kinda workin' on that.

You know somethin'? About now,

right here is lookin' better and better.

Heh. You know, Lance,

that's possibly
one of the worst ideas you've ever had.

Well, if anybody'd know, you would.

See this?

This is all I got in the world.

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

Funny, but you'd just be amazed

at how small these damn closets are.

What's the scam, Willie?

No scam. I run a legit place.

I don't even water down the booze.

Matter of fact, your beer's on the house.

And the interstate's
about five miles east of here.

Willie, honey...

Now, you owe me big-time, don't forget.

Back in the joint,

there was this dude
who owed me a couple of favors.

Never delivered.

Poor guy 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.

That pretty well confirms my theory.

Wait a minute, you don't really believe

that Wayne hijacked his own truck?

The man's struggling to stay afloat.
You bet I 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'm gonna have to book Wayne.

Psst! Psst!

Psst!

Oh!

You're here early.

Yeah. Uh...

I got you a little present in Houston.

Oh, Rob.

Cindy, will you marry me?

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

OK, that's it. Yes! Ha ha!

Oh, I love you.

I love you.

What'd your daddy say?

Well, I was in a big hurry

to see that on your finger.

But if he's got problems,
they're his, 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...

At least not that I know about.

He's been fighting to stay afloat.

Could he have borrowed
from the wrong people?

Heh. I suppose.

But I just don't believe it.

Hmm.

Meg, the shape of this styrofoam...

It's a perfect match

to the stolen computers.

Do you happen to know
who owns this truck?

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

Have to agree with you there.

Willie, I've been waitin' for you.

Those TVs... Couldn't find a taker.

Gonna try and unload 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...

Take a hike.
I want to talk to him alone.

Is something wrong?

Just get, would ya?

Think you're pretty cute, don't you?

Next to that clown? Sure.

Is he really runnin' this thing for you?

I told you, there ain't no thing.

Don't insult me, Willie.

I've been followin' that idiot all day,

and I know that you got a warehouse

full of hot electronic gear.

I also know that your boy Randy

has been cheatin' the hell out of you.

He drove off
with half a dozen of your TVs.

Came back empty.

OK, what do you want?

Oh, I'm not greedy.

Same deal as before... 10%.

5 if I get you, too.

Oh, Lance,
you always were a smooth talker.

10%.

Look, Rob, it's a fact.

She ran off from her husband, right?

She was protecting herself

and her little girl.

Let's face some realities here.

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

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 throw your life away

on some child and her mother

who runs out every time
things get a little rough?

There are your keys, Pop.

I'll see you around.

If you want him out of your life for good,

you're doing a great job of it.

When I want your opinion,

I'll ask for it.

♪ He 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 ♪

♪ Livin' in a broken-heart land ♪

♪ It's a cryin' shame ♪

Hey, Cindy.

Mr. Platte.

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.

Supposin' I was to help you pay for it...

Mr. Platte, 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.

With Lynn gone and everything...

I was really hoping

that we'd be seeing
more of you around here.

Willie...

Give it a rest.

Y'all come back, now, you hear?

Oh, you're back.

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

The sheriff's away,
but I left a message for him.

Forget it.

He'd sooner eat glass
than change his mind.

Wayne, what's wrong?

I really screwed up, didn't I?

Oh, Wayne, don't.

Poor Lynn.

She had to watch every penny
her whole life

just to keep us goin'.

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.

Hmm.

Yeah.

Aah!

Oh, Wayne!

I called Dave Walton

while you were at Doc's.

He said he'd do the run.

Forget it. I'm not...

I'm not sending a driver
out there with no insurance.

Meg, don't do that. Thank you.

Just cancel tonight's run.

I guess you'd better call Sam,

tell him that his load to Houston
for tomorrow is off.

I'm closing down Platte trucking.

Wayne, are you sure?

We gave it 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.

OK, hotshot. I'll meet you there.

No, I don't get off till midnight.

Right.

Aah!

That pickup you saw
was registered to Randy Jinks.

Here's a fax of his driver's license.

A 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 psyched out.

What say we go have a talk with him?

Sheriff Monday.

I'm on my way.

Change of plan, Mrs. Fletcher.

There's been a hit-and-run homicide.

The victim was Randy Jinks.

Sheriff?

We found him right here.

Coroner's prelim put the time of death

between midnight and 2 AM.

Those tire tracks look like a big rig.

Is this the pickup you saw yesterday?

Yes.

Sutton, bag everything in here!

Yes, sir!

So Jinks could've 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?

Sheriff, we just found this.

I'd say that came off your truck,
wouldn't you?

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

Around 1 AM.

The trip ticket will have it exact.

You driving when this happened?

I never saw that before.

Get me a forensics team out here ASAP!

Wasn't a lot of love lost
between you and the victim?

- No.
- Shut the hell up, son.

Let's go to town, Robbie.

You don't have to say another word

till I get you a lawyer.

This guy's just looking for a score

to make up for not having a clue
about those hijackings.

It's OK, Pop. I got nothin' to hide.

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?

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... about Rob and me.

This 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

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

I would appreciate
a lift into town, though.

- How about it?
- Just a minute.

Juan? Yeah, it's Sam.

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

I'll do my best.

Sam, could we get moving, please?

Yeah. Jess?

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

- I'm out of here.
- What's your problem?

I don't like your retirement plan.

You're talkin' about Randy?

You hire me, he ends up dead.

You think I did him in?

And here I thought all the while

that you did him for me.

I guess the sheriff's right.

I was talking to Rob Platte.

It has nothing to do with you or me.

Just a couple of young studs
fightin' over a filly.

Makes a certain amount of sense, I guess.

But murder...

Now, that gives me a rash.

I see.

OK, Lance.

How about 15%...

and a little room in my closet?

- Can I help you?
- Actually, yes.

I've come here
to pick up my nephew's VCR,

but I seem to have mislaid the receipt.

- Who are you?
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

This accident has me so upset.

I'm Randy Jinks' aunt
out here from Maine

to visit him.

And now to bury him, I'm afraid.

I thought he was from El Paso.
He had an aunt there.

Oh, 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.

Mr. Grodin...

Rob Platte is under suspicion

for a murder
that I don't believe he committed.

And my only interest in your affairs

is how they impact Rob.

If you'd prefer,
I can speak to Sheriff Monday.

OK, OK. What do you want from me?

Everything you can tell me
about those computers.

All right, but you gotta understand...

I never touch 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's almost worthless.

You mean because it was designed

for such a specific purpose?

Mm-mm. I mean 'cause it was junk.

Bad microchips,
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?

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 tire tracks put you there.

I was never there, Sheriff, and I...

I didn't run anybody down.

Don't let him boil 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 Jinx's 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?

He must've met
a lot of people at the bar.

Yeah, sure, he met people
at the bar all the time,

but I think
you're just not facing the truth.

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 AM,

and the odometer reading was 54,798.

So he signed out when he said. So what?

Here's where the truck
was signed in from the previous run.

Someone seems to have
changed the 78 to 98.

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 Jinks down
and then dropped it off here

before Rob took it out?

Sheriff, you have to admit it's possible.

OK.

But there's a real downside
to your argument.

The killer would've had to know a lot

about how Platte trucking was run,

and who was doing what,
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 ten days later!

I need it for Mom's surgery.

Meg, why the hell didn't you ask me?

I'd have helped you out!

Would you?
You're not the easiest guy to read.

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.

At 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 of 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.
Any idea where it is?

No, I'm sorry.

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

I said... I said I want another drink.

Hey, bartender...

I want another drink!

Hey, hey. Hey!

Wayne!

Hey, what's the trouble here?

This guy won't serve me.

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 an act.

They're in business together...

Stolen goods.

I expect they had a falling out.

Willie, tell him I want another drink.

Brad, get him a cup of hot coffee.
Call his office

and tell them
to send somebody down for him.

- Willie!
- No!

- Willie!
- No!

Runnin' that snake down
was too good for him.

I told you he was stealin' you blind.

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, uh...

What are you folks doin' down here?

After your talk with Wayne,

we had a feeling
that you'd be coming this way,

so we followed along.

Wayne set me up?

Not much doubt
about the hijacking, is there?

The only question is,
which one of you killed Randy Jinks?

Wait a minute, Sheriff. Not me.

She was so damn hot
about Randy rippin' 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 talkin' about?

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.

That so, Jess?

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

But I don't think 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?

Sam, 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.

What? 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 Willie Greenwood's hijacking ring.

Your connection with her
was closer than anybody knew.

Court records indicate,
through a dummy corporation,

you're half-owner of the roadhouse.

It was an investment.
What's it got to do with anything?

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

As long as you ship,

you're not 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.

You don't know what the hell
you're talkin' 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.

Afraid 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 Lanford 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.

Then 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 a meeting 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, Wayne.

Sam...

Let's go, Sam.

You 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 a 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.

By the time they get back,

I'll have Tammy Sue here
drivin' a big rig.