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Tonight on hunter.

He's dead.

-Whoever's responsible for killing the horse

is also responsible for the groom's death.

And I want you two to do something about it.

-You're coming out of this with $4 million.

No one else can say that.

I didn't wiggle my ass 'til

even that Irish mule couldn't help but notice.

-At least he noticed.

-Stupid people do stupid things.

-I think you're connected to his death.

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you.

-Holy hell, it's Zephyr blue!

Try to calm him down.

Jenny!

Jenny!

Doc, this is garth.

It's Zephyr blue, he's going crazy.

No no no, you better get down here right away.

Get him out of there, before he hurts himself.

-Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, easy.

Easy.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Whoa baby, whoa whoa whoa!

Whoa baby, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

-Hey what's going on?

-He's going crazy.

-Get away from him!

Whoa baby, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa!

-Whoa!

Whoa.

-Chris!

-What's possessed the animal?

-No idea.

-What happened?

-Zephyr blue kicked him.

-Call an ambulance.

Get my bag.

Now!

What set him off?

-I don't know.

He was tearing the place apart when I came in.

-Chris has been kicked.

I'm gonna get an ambulance.

-Get a truck!

Garth's getting a truck.

It'll be quicker than waiting for an ambulance.

-Is it bad?

-No, no.

He's just having a wee nap, you idiot.

-He was kicked in the head.

We're taking him to the hospital.

Ted, what's wrong with him?

-He's dead.

What?

Just like that, how?

-I'm gonna need a hand with Chris.

-On three.

One, two three. - Careful.

-Easy.

-Careful.

-Easy.

-I got his head.

-That is the rest of my work.

-How come you always finish your reports before I do?

-I use smaller words.

-You know, I think I need an energy burst.

Would you get me something from the machine?

Something with chocolate?

-Hi.

You seen this?

This morning's sports page, right there in the headline.

Zephyr blue.

Can you believe someone would kill a horse like that?

Well captain, it doesn't say killed.

-That's because they haven't read the autopsy report.

The vet found a tranquilizer dart in Zephyr blue's flank.

Someone killed that horse.

And I want you two to do something about it.

-But that's a property loss.

That's not a homicide.

-Wrong.

When the horse died, he sort of went crazy.

Couple of the employees out there at the hidden valley

ranch tried to calm him down.

One of them, a groom named Chris Marley got kicked in the head.

He died this morning of his injuries.

-That's manslaughter.

-At least.

Whoever is responsible for killing the horse

is also responsible for the groom's death.

You know, I... i'm not a heavy better.

I go to track four or five times a year,

but that horse was a... was a real beauty.

Anyway, it's your case.

-Hidden valley ranch.

That's way out in the hills, isn't it?

Ok, grab your britches, let's hit the trail.

-So you and your husband own Zephyr

blue as well as these facilities.

Is that correct?

-Yes.

-And you just recently mated Zephyr blue.

-Nearly three weeks ago, to a mare named reef rider.

-Now who had access to the horse this morning?

Who lives on this compound?

-My husband Jerry and I. We live here.

And whenever we stud a horse, we lease our bungalows

to all the parties involved.

It keeps them from having to get a hotel room in town.

So, Michael mullenby, the mare's owner, he's on the grounds.

And so are Wade and Bonnie Arlington,

the prospective owners of reef rider's foal,

if the breeding was successful.

It's too early to tell.

We'll know in the next couple of days.

-Yeah, who else?

-Ted white, our vet.

And our grooms Jenny, garth, and Chris Marley.

We're heartbroken.

Chris was only 20.

All the grooms were trying to steady the horse.

Chris just got in the way.

Jerry waited with him at the hospital

all night, until it was over.

We all thought it was an accident.

And now you're here.

-Losing Zephyr blue must've set you back financially, huh?

It's not often you claim a horse for $1,200

and it turns out to be a champion.

But we don't care about the money.

We love Zephyr blue like a child.

-How much was he insured for?

-$2 million.

But only for a racing injury or natural death.

We won't collect a dime.

-Hello.

I'm Jerry Kessler.

-Mr. Kessler, sergeant hunter.

How are you?

-If you don't mind, I've got some things to take care of.

-Certainly.

Thanks very much.

-Who'd ever thought.

My vet says it was pcp.

Enough to kill an elephant.

-Keep, uh, pcp here on the grounds, do you?

-Yeah.

But just the vet has access to it.

I guess anybody could've taken it out of his wagon.

It's not like we keep things under lock and key around here.

-Who'd want to kill your horse, Mr. Kessler?

-I just don't know.

-Your wife was telling me that uh... Mr.

Mullenby is it... owns the mare.

-That's right.

-Where could I, uh, find him?

-Oh, he's down on that track.

-This way?

-Yeah, straight down.

-To the left?

Good talking to you, Mr. Kessler.

-Thanks.

First the dart is filled with the medication of choice.

This is an empty one.

Then it's simply slipped into the tranq gun, like that.

And then it's just a matter of aiming and firing.

-Does anyone else at hidden valley ranch have a tranq gun?

-I have no idea.

But I do know that the dart that was used was lethal.

It had 500 milligrams or so of pcp in it.

Had to collapse the horse's nervous system

like a house of cards.

-How long would it take that horse

to react after it was shot with the dart?

-Oh that would be almost instantly.

It was fired at very close range.

The dart was very deep into the muscle.

You know, I've put down dozens of great horses

with a broken leg, or that kind of thing.

And it's always a great loss, but at least it's humane.

This was, uh... it's just plain murder.

-I'd like to take the gun back to the lab to determine if it

was the one that was used to shoot Zephyr blue.

-Sergeant, you, uh, certainly don't suspect me of anything.

-Well doctor, you don't know of anyone that would have

reason to kill that horse, do you?

-No.

-Neither do I. Until I do, I have

to cover all possible options.

-I see.

-Thank you.

-No way does my company payoff to the tune of $2 million.

Zephyr blue did not die a natural death.

End of report.

-So why is the policy restricted?

-Sergeant, does the word fraud sound familiar?

Look, thoroughbreds aren't cheap.

Might as well put $50 bills in their feed buckets.

When they don't win, people have this habit

of trying to collect on them.

Oops, my horse ran into a tractor.

-Yeah, well Zephyr blue was a winner.

-You asked.

Look, I don't know offed the nag.

I do know Jerry Kessler won't get a shekel from us.

You want to move?

-Mr. Mullenby.

-Yes, what is it?

-I'm sergeant hunter.

The kesslers told me that you owned reef rider, the horse

that Zephyr blue was mated to about three weeks ago.

-That's right.

She's a three-time winner of the cork stakes.

And once came second in the Irish derby.

-I understand that you were there

the morning they found Zephyr blue.

What brought you to the stables?

-Well, my bungalow isn't that far from the barn.

I heard the ruckus.

It woke me up.

Just about... just about dawn.

Naturally I was concerned, so I went over to the barn

to have a look.

-What'd you see?

-It was Kessler's regular vet.

Ted white, he was on his way.

And uh... well by the time we got there,

Marley was lying on the floor unconscious,

and the other grooms were trying to calm the poor animal down.

-Now who in the hell would want to kill that horse?

-Have you talked to Wade Arlington?

-No, Mr. Arlington is on my list though.

-Well I happen to know that Wade and Bonnie

Arlington are nearly bankrupt.

You see, Wade squandered all the money his father left him.

Buying every worthless thoroughbred he could find.

Sure the man has no eye for horse flesh.

-Now what does that have to do with anything?

-Well if my horse, reef rider, drops a foal sired

by Zephyr blue, Arlington owns it.

Now with Zephyr blue dead, the value of that foal

becomes two or three times more than Arlington paid for it.

-How much you think?

-Over $4 million.

Enough to get Arlington out of the hole, hmm?

-Well wouldn't Arlington be taking a risk killing Zephyr

blue before he found out that reef rider took?

-That's what horse racing's all about, sergeant.

Risk.

And Arlington's not afraid of making a bet like that.

Sure, the man has hocked everything.

Has loans out everywhere.

He's desperate.

You look into it.

You'll see i'm telling the truth.

-I'll do that.

Thanks, appreciate it.

-Well it's kind of funny you should accuse mullenby,

because he's accused you.

I wouldn't trust that man any further than I could throw him.

I wouldn't take anything Michael mullenby

has to say about us very seriously.

He's just trying to get even.

-For what?

-We bought the Colt that Zephyr blue hopefully

sired with mullenby's horse, reef rider.

Our bid was substantially higher than the others,

not that it matters much to Mr. Mullenby.

He has a personal axe to grind with us.

-Yeah why is that?

-My father owned a Kentucky breed

farm, partnered with mullenby.

When my father died, mullenby claimed he was the sole owner.

We sued him.

We won nearly five million, not that Bonnie

and I needed the money.

He has considered us mortal enemies ever since.

-You see, we have no reason to want Zephyr blue dead.

We don't even know if reef rider took.

-You will know that in couple days though, right?

-Possibly tomorrow.

If she isn't pregnant then Zephyr blue's line ends here.

-And you won't have to give mullenby any money.

And if the horse is pregnant, then you'll

have a foal worth what, 3-4 times what you paid for it?

-Did mullenby tell you that?

-Yeah.

-Don't you see what he's doing?

-No, I don't.

-He's trying to frame me for the death of Zephyr blue.

He's trying to ruin my name.

-Oh, that's little extreme, don't you think?

-You keep your eye on him.

You'll find extremity to be well within Mr. Mullenby's means.

-They're gonna know, mullenby.

-Ain't gonna happen, Jerry boy, ain't gonna happen!

You're useless.

I'll kill you, mullenby!

I'll kill you.

-I'd never seen Zephyr blue act like that before.

It was like he was going crazy.

Some people are blaming him for Chris getting

kicked in the head, but Zephyr blue was never mean.

-How long have you been Zephyr blue's groom?

-Since he was born.

Just... right before the Kessler's claimed him.

They saw his potential, and... and I

just stayed on as his groom.

-Do you know if the kesslers had any enemies?

Any people that might have wanted

to hurt Zephyr blue to get back at them?

-Nobody I could think of.

-You really loved that horse, didn't you?

-When he died, I died too.

-Good day to you, Mrs. Arlington.

-Mr. Mullenby.

-Please, call me Michael.

-Why?

-Listen.

I've seen you strutting around this place.

What's a fine woman like you doing

with a ponce like Wade Arlington?

Money?

No, can't be.

Not unless you, uh, miscalculated

during your courtship.

That glue factory he calls a stable, what a joke.

-You're boring me, mullenby.

-Well, maybe it's time for you to acknowledge

the fact that you made a mistake.

Maybe it's time for you to try and, uh, correct it.

At least for a couple of nights.

-And maybe it's time for you to talk to my husband.

I don't care how big your operation is.

I don't care how many times you fly over here on the Concord.

You don't belong in this business.

You're a low life bastard and nothing's

ever gonna change that.

-Come off it, laddie.

You're talking low?

There's nothing lower in my book than a man

who kills a horse for his own profit.

-That's a lie and you know it.

-I only know that you're coming out of this with $4 million.

No one else can say that.

You killed that horse to ruin my reputation.

-Well that's one hell of a reach.

Hard to ruin that which doesn't exist in the first place.

-Don't press your luck.

There's nothing i'd rather do than whip

you good at your own game.

-Sonny, you couldn't whip anyone.

Everyone knows that your wife holds the whip in your family.

That's right.

That's where that tail belongs, boy-oh.

Right between your legs.

-Leona?

-Mm-hmm

-I'm gonna take you to the baddest restaurant in the city.

-Mm-hmm.

-And this weekend, two nights on Catalina island.

-One step at a time, sporty.

The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness.

-Which means?

-Romeo and Juliet.

The best is meant to last.

-Um, don't worry about me, okay?

Romeo and Juliet, huh.

Romeo and Juliet.

Romeo and Juliet.

As I recall, a lot of people die in Romeo and Juliet.

What is it, McCall?

I have got a hot thing going you wouldn't believe.

-What's that, the lottery?

-Leona, she can't keep her hands off of me.

-Yeah, well that must be your... your uh...

Your personal magnetism, hmm?

-What's up?

-Come here, come here.

I want you to tell me everything that you know about the death

of a thoroughbred whose name was Zephyr blue.

There wasn't any insurance money involved.

We're having a hard time pinning down a motive.

-I will do some research and development

among people in the know.

Now when do you need this for?

-When do I need it?

I needed it yesterday.

Look you know how it is.

If it's going to infringe on any of your time with Leona...

-I love you McCall, but nothing comes between me and Leona.

Not even my favorite peace officer, okay?

-Must be your magnetism.

-How you doing, Jenny?

-Hi.

Just fine.

-Well that's a beauty.

-Yeah.

-What kind of horse is that?

-Thoroughbred.

-How old is he?

-It's nine.

-How can you tell that?

-By his teeth.

-Let me see your teeth.

Here.

Does he have little rings around them

or... where can I find the arlingtons?

-Down there, look for the rolls Royce.

-Right down here?

-Mm-hmm.

-Thanks.

-This how you get your kicks?

Prying into other people's lives?

I don't see how our financial status is any of your business.

-It's all a public record, Mr. Arlington.

-It's a temporary setback.

It's nothing major.

-Listen, how much do you think Zephyr blue's

foal's appreciated since his death?

-Damn it, I couldn't kill a horse for money.

That goes against everything my family stood for.

I love horses.

-Yeah, I know you do, but give me a ballpark figure.

How much?

$3, maybe $4 million.

-$3-4 million.

-And yes that would wipe away most of my debts,

but I swear you I did not kill Kessler's horse.

I told you that before.

-Wade!

Wade honey, the vet just ran a test on reef rider.

It's positive.

She's in foal!

We own Zephyr blue's Colt.

-Do you mind if we, uh...

-No, not at all.

Congratulations.

Our ballistics report backs you up.

The dart that killed Zephyr blue did not come from your gun.

-Seems to me I, uh, told you that before.

-Seems to me I told you that we had

to cover all possible angles, so... now about the pcp

that was used to kill the horse.

Were you missing any?

-I checked.

I couldn't tell.

500 milligrams isn't enough for me to know.

It's not enough to miss.

So they might've got it from me, or they

might've got it from somebody else.

It's the most common animal tranquilizer around.

Hey!

Get away from my horse.

Who gave you permission to handle my horse?

-I work here Mr. Mullenby.

I don't need permission.

-You do when it's reef rider.

Now you stay away from her.

-What's your problem?

-Hey, leave him alone.

Get away from him.

-Get up you little coward.

-That's enough.

-He had it coming.

-You all right?

-Yeah I'm all right.

Takes somebody a lot tougher than him to hurt me.

-Shut up you little runt.

-Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah you, come on.

You're a regular barroom brawler, aren't you?

-So?

What's it to you?

-You know you're not looking too good in all this, mullenby.

People don't seem to like you.

-He was handling my horse.

No one touches her without my permission.

-Yeah.

You ever used a tranquilizer gun?

-Sure, once or twice.

-Recently?

I told you before, sergeant.

If you're looking for someone with good reason

to kill Zephyr blue, look at...

-Yeah, Wade Arlington.

I know all about it.

Forget about him.

I suspect you, mullenby.

You know why?

Because you're stupid.

And stupid people do stupid things.

-To the successful fruit of two great lines.

-I'd like to toast the the memory of Chris Marley.

A fine young man who will be greatly missed.

And to the memory of Zephyr blue.

The fact that his spirit will live on

in the form of a foal... I think Chris

Marley would be pleased with that.

-Hear, hear.

-Hear, hear.

-Oh, where's mullenby?

Making some kind of annoying statement with his absence?

-I called this bungalow and gave him the news.

-You'd think he'd want to celebrate

his mare being involved.

-I told him we were getting together.

He said he'd be here.

-Well I was sure he was there when we went by, honey.

-He's going to be upset with all of us

if he thinks we forgot him.

-Who cares?

-True.

-I'll go get him.

Michael?

Are you in there?

Michael?

Michael?

Heart arrhythmia, followed

by respiratory collapse, followed

by total cardiac arrest... in other words

his heart and lungs gave out.

Toxicological exam shows that he died

the same way the horse did.

-Tranquilizer gun?

-Apparently.

They found a dart stuck in his ribs.

-Well the arlingtons, kesslers, doctor white, garth, Jenny,

two kitchen helpers... They were all there.

Any one of them could've done it, but why would

they want to kill mullenby?

-I think the key is why would they

want to kill the horse in the first place?

We don't seem to be getting any closer on this case.

The field's still wide open.

-Yeah well, the field may be wide open,

but I got some ideas.

Excuse me.

-You gonna drink very much more of that, darling?

-I most certainly am.

Just as much as I can hold.

Or were you simply being pointlessly rhetorical?

-No.

No I was just trying to calculate how long it's gonna

take before you're completely stewed to the eyeballs.

-Isn't that what you boys at the vmi

used to call getting fried to the gills?

Very cute.

You were such a cute boy, Wade.

Once.

-Damn it, Bonnie.

We don't need you getting filthy drunk.

We both need to keep our wits about us.

-You have wits?

I hadn't noticed.

Oh yeah, it was you who threw that punch at Michael mullenby

in front of that cop I believe.

-Yeah well I didn't wiggle my ass all over this farm

'til even that thick Irish mule couldn't help but notice.

-At least he noticed.

I don't save my old calendars, or i'd

be able to tell you the last time you noticed.

-You know, there's really not that much left to catch my eye.

-You pitiful thing.

You had to try and be a man at the wrong time.

Now we're this close to a murder charge.

Aren't we, darling.

-Mullenby didn't give a damn about the horses.

He was just in it for the bucks.

He's the biggest jerk I ever met.

-So you've had dealings with him before, huh?

-Yeah.

Yeah, he bought a mare here a couple of years ago.

What uh... what's the relationship

between mullenby and kesller?

Never could figure that out.

They're complete opposites.

Kessler's a hell of a guy.

-And mullenby is a jerk, right?

-You said it.

-Must've been kind of embarrassing to have him slap

you around in the barn yesterday, huh.

Enough to kill him?

-Oh come on.

I didn't have anything to do with that.

-Somebody did.

-All right.

All I know is, the night before mullenby was killed,

Kessler and him had an argument in the stalls.

I don't know what it was about.

But mullenby blew up and decked Kessler.

And while he was down, he kicked the hell out of him.

Kessler rolled around trying to get out,

but mullenby flipped out.

He just kept kicking him.

-What did Kessler do?

-I don't know what you mean.

-Well he must have done something, what did he say?

-He threatened to kill mullenby.

-Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Haven't you looked at a map lately, boys?

This is not Reno.

Put the money down, get against the back wall.

-Sergeant, look, this is really not the time.

-Yeah, yeah, I hear it every day.

Come on, come on.

-I don't believe this.

-Yeah, neither do I.

-This is fat Ernie.

He's south central la's resident expert on horse flesh.

And he just got through doing six

in the county jail on a bookmaking beef.

-Ernie ought to be more careful.

-Yeah, well maybe you could ask your vice friends

to cut me a little slack next time.

-Depends on what you got.

-There's a ton of West Side action riding on whether Zephyr

blue and reef rider would produce a foal.

-What, are you kidding?

-Everybody knows that Zephyr blue has a low sperm count.

Last time they tried to stud him, it didn't take.

So the odds were running about 80 to 20 against the foal.

Check it out.

Then I get a phone call from a guy

who wants to lay $100,000 on reef rider making a baby.

That's a high roll from somebody I never heard of.

Against the odds?

So I get a little curious.

Turns out the man's name is Nance.

And the man works at the biotesting labs.

Guess what he does for a living.

-I wouldn't have the slightest idea.

Both of you back up against this wall.

Sit down.

-We test all species of animal sperm for fertility.

Just last week, we examined the sperm of a bengal tiger

for a zoo.

-Did you ever test a thoroughbred

called Zephyr blue?

-Oh of course, that's Mr. Kessler's stallion.

Here we are.

Examination was to determine whether he

was capable of being a sire.

I have a copy of our certification.

Zephyr blue was fertile.

-Do you have a backup sample here?

-No, we're a testing lab, not a sperm bank.

-Did you do the test yourself?

-No, it was Mr. Nance.

Mr. Nance?

Well I'd like to discuss the testing

procedure with him, if I may.

Of course.

Eric, this detective w...

-Hold it!

Where you going, Eric?

Did you verify the test results?

-I don't understand.

-It's standard procedure to have another lab

technician verify the analysis.

-I told you, Zephyr blue was fertile.

Now I've got nothing else to say.

-Really?

Well I got a bookie named Ernie who says you do.

-D... doesn't mean anything.

-I think you doctored the test results,

and Jerry Kessler paid you to do it.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-Recognize that man?

It's Kessler's partner.

He was murdered.

Now I think you're connected to his death.

-Not a chance!

Look, the man said no one would ever find out.

Do you have any idea how much a lab technician makes?

-About as much as a cop.

Who paid you, Jerry Kessler?

-Jerry Kessler.

Continue, Mr. Kessler.

It was mullenby's idea.

After he approached me about mating Zephyr blue

with reef rider, I tested blue.

And he tested infertile.

I told mullenby.

Mullenby said that we could still

pick up a quick million each.

Now this place isn't the moneymaker that it looks like.

I needed that stud.

So after mullenby explained his scheme, I went along with it.

-And you both planned to kill the horse afterwards, right?

-We couldn't chance anyone finding

out that he was infertile.

-So mullenby jumps the gun... Kills Zephyr blue before he

could find out if reef rider was pregnant.

That's why you were fighting with him in the stables, right?

-He hated Arlington.

Mullenby killed Zephyr blue while Arlington was still

on the grounds, waiting for news of the foal.

He wanted to ruin the man's reputation.

We'd been artificially inseminating

reef rider every chance we could get.

Mullenby knew that the odds were in our favor for a foal,

and we'd collect our money from Arlington.

And he jumped at the chance to make the breeding community

think that Arlington killed Zephyr blue.

Even though nobody could prove it.

-You knew you couldn't trust mullenby.

That's why you killed him, huh.

-I didn't do it.

Now you can charge me with fraud,

and greed, or even plain stupidity.

But I swear to you.

I didn't kill Michael mullenby.

-The da has just filed first degree murder

charges against Jerry Kessler.

What, you don't look too happy about that.

-Uh no I'm not.

Look, see Kessler and mullenby were partners, all the way down

the line, right?

-Right.

-They conspired to defraud Arlington with Zephyr blue

and then kill the horse, so nobody would find about it.

-Yeah, so Kessler killed mullenby

so that no one would find out about their scheme.

-Right.

But see, I don't agree with that.

Kessler admits to fraud, but he doesn't

admit to killing mullenby.

And I believe him.

There's a couple people out here at that horse ranch

who had perfect motive to kill mullenby.

The stories just don't jive.

I don't think Kessler killed mullenby.

-Well who do you think did?

-I don't know.

We better find out.

-Garth!

-Hey, sergeant.

-Listen, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions

about the morning that Zephyr blue died.

-Shoot.

Shoot.

Say that around here and you're liable to find

a tranq dart sticking out of your butt.

-Now you told sergeant McCall that uh...

When you responded to the noise in Zephyr blue's stall,

you walked by Jenny's apartment, but she wasn't there.

-Yeah that's right.

-Now Jenny's apartment is right across from Zephyr blue's.

-Yeah.

-Well how is it that you and Chris got to the stall

before Jenny?

-Well, things happened so fast I never really thought about it.

She got there a couple of minutes later.

-Where do you think she was?

-I don't know.

-Yeah, thanks.

Hi, Jenny.

-Hi.

-Could I have a word with you please?

-Yeah.

Yeah sure, come on in.

-Thanks.

Boy you got yourself a regular uh museum here, don't you.

-Yeah I guess you could say that.

-Kind of convenient being right across from Zephyr

blue's stall, isn't it.

I guess you could keep close tabs on him and uh...

-Yeah I could hear almost everything over there.

I could even hear his heart beat.

-You know in uh tracing back everybody's story the night

that the... the horse was killed, there

are a couple things that bother me.

You see, garth told me that uh when he responded to the noise

in Zephyr blue's stall, he and the stable boys

were the first to arrive on the scene.

When he went to use the phone to call the veterinarian,

he knocked on your door and you weren't here.

-Yeah I could... I couldn't sleep that morning,

so I went for a walk.

-Well you couldn't sleep because uh

you heard Zephyr blue kicking around in his stall.

So you went to the window, you looked out,

and you saw Michael mullenby go in Zephyr blue's stall

and shoot him with the dart gun.

-No that's not true.

And then you followed mullenby.

-No I went to go get help.

You saw him hide the gun.

And after he hid the gun, you came back

to help the others with the horse.

After the horse died, you went back and you got the gun.

And you waited until the next day.

And before Michael mullenby could join the others

at the party, you shot him just like he shot Zephyr blue.

-But that horse meant everything to me.

That horse was all I had.

-Why didn't you go to the authorities?

-Because what would they have done?

They don't care what happens to a horse.

Nobody cares.

Like I cared.

-Kessler's looking at conspiracy to defraud,

and Jenny's looking at second-degree murder.

-Wow.

How about Jenny.

Such a sweet-looking face on such an intense girl.

She was so unfocused on reality with people all she could do

is put all her energy into that horse.

It's kinda strange.

-Well her attorney's gonna plead her temporarily insane.

And if I were a betting man, I would

say that she gets off scot-free.

-Will you look at that?

You go to court and your work just piles up.

You know, if you were a betting man,

how'd you like to wager dinner at my favorite restaurant

that I finish my work before you finish yours.

-Well look how small your stack is compared to mine.

-You use smaller words.

-Tom Jones!

-More work.