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I intend to prove
that you killed my father.

Sheriff, I want
this woman arrested.

If you stay around here,

you’re just asking for trouble.

[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Let her go, Tate!

Leave that shotgun
in that truck.

Most everybody in these parts

can shoot the petals off a Daisy
before they’re 10 years old.

Pa’s dead, and so is
the man who killed him.

I already lost one child
to Tyler Morgan,

and I sure don’t aim
to lose another.

Hold it... right there.

[bluegrass]
[rhythmic clapping]

[ends]

[resumes]

-Look at ’em.
-I am.

And they’re lookin’ at us,

so I suggest you put
a smile on your face.

Who do you think you’re tryin’
to fool throwin’ this party?

I’m tellin’ you, daddy,
it’s a pure waste of good company money.

Reese, why don’t you go ask

one of them pretty little gals to dance?

I suppose you got a better way

of gettin’ the men to accept
a work speedup, huh?

I got a better way of runnin’
the whole mine, and you know it.

[Reese] Computers could
save us at least 20%.

Now, son, I’ve been
runnin’ this company

at a profit for 30 years

not by using computers,
but by usin’ this.

And believe you me,

I’m gonna keep on runnin’
the company that way

till they carry me out feet first.

Can’t be soon enough for me.

He’s still your daddy, Reese.

He deserves respect.

Respect.

Well, now, that’s somethin’
comin’ from you.

Hell, Ma, what kind of respect
does he show you,

cheatin’ on you all these years?

Evening, ladies and gentlemen,
and welcome.

It does my heart good to see
this turnout here tonight...

as we celebrate another quarter
of record productivity.

Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.

What’s good for the mine
is good for the miners.

It’s as simple as that.

[Woman] That’s a lie, and you know it!

[murmuring]

Who said that?

I did.

I don’t believe we’ve met,
young lady.

Actually, we have.

Ten years ago
at my father’s funeral.

I’m Molly Connors.

[crowd murmuring]

Joe’s little girl?
Well, well, well.

You sure have turned into
a right fine filly, young lady,

since you’ve been away.
Am I right, boys?

[wolf whistles]

[scoffs]
While I was away, Mr. Morgan,

I managed to get my law degree.

I passed the bar exam
last month in Wheeling.

The bar exam.
Now, that is something.

But if you’ve come back
to Colton lookin’ for business,

you’re apt to find
the pickin’s mighty slim.

Oh, on the contrary.
I’ve already got my first case,

one that I think that
you might find very interesting.

That so?

I intend to prove
that you killed my father.

[crowd murmuring]

Now, Miss Molly,
you’re gonna have

one hell of a time trying
to prove what never happened,

especially workin’ from
the inside of a jail cell.

Sheriff, I want
this woman arrested.

[scoffs]
On what charge?

Now, Miss Connors,

a bright young lawyer
like you oughta know...

that bustin’ in
on a private party

bein’ held on private grounds

constitutes trespass.

Right, Sheriff?

Afraid that’s the law, ma’am.

Technically, yes, but...

you’ll never be able to make
this stick in front of a judge.

Maybe so, and maybe not.

That could take a while
to find out,

what with Judge Turner
bein’ away this week

at my fishin’ lodge.

Oh, I’ll give him a call,

but if the trout are bitin’,

I expect he’ll be gone
for quite some time.

All right, let’s get
the party movin’.

Let’s have some music.

Let’s continue the dance, folks.

[tires screeching]

Granddaddy,
what are you doing here?

Bad news travels fast,
doesn’t it?

Let her go, Tate.

Sorry, Eben.
You know I can’t do that.

We’ll just see if you can’t.

Listen, leave that shotgun
in that truck

unless you want me to book you
two adjoining cells.

Now, you got no quarrel with me.

It’s Tyler Morgan
that’s pressin’ the charges.

Tyler Morgan’s been pressin’
my whole family for years!

This time, I’m gonna press back.

No, granddaddy, don’t!
Please. You’ll see.

I’ll be bailed out
of here in no time.

A thousand dollars?
You got that kind of money?

I sure don’t.

I am due one phone call.

I think I know
someone who’ll help.

[door closes]

You want a piece of advice?

You mean, like,
"stay out of Tyler Morgan’s way"?

"Mind your own business"?

"Get out of town while you still can"?

You know, I liked your daddy, Molly,

and you’ve got his spirit.

I’d sure hate
to see you get hurt

fightin’ some fight
you can’t win.

Well, Sheriff, nobody’s ever
gonna catch you at that.

I do what I can
to uphold the law around here.

Oh, right. That would be the law
according to Tyler Morgan.

You know, another thing
about your daddy,

he was hard-nosed.

That’s what got him killed.

Come on. Let’s go.

Go? Go where?

Anywhere you like.
You’re free.

But my bail money
hasn’t arrived yet.

Your bail’s already
been paid in person.

Let’s go.

[door opens]

Molly?

Jessica!

Oh, are you all right?

Yeah, I’m fine, but-- Jessica,

it’s so good to see you,
but I don’t understand what--

Well, after your call,
I was much too concerned

to simply wire the money and leave it
at that, so I brought it myself.

Oh, gosh, I feel terrible.

I never would have
asked you for the loan

if iId known you’d go
to all this trouble.

Well, it seems to me
that you’re the one

who’s in all this trouble.

Molly, if you’ll sign for your things,

you two can do your catchin’ up
somewhere else.

With pleasure.
I’ll explain everything

on our way to the courthouse
over in Yanceyville.

Oh, Sheriff,
you might tell Tyler

that he’ll be getting a subpoena

for those 1978
company records of his.

Molly, believe me,
this is no trouble.

I was not about to let
one of my best and brightest protegees

cool her heels in a cell
for the next month.

Molly.

Oh, hi, Carlton.

I came here to get you out.

Thanks, but my fairy godmother
beat you to it.

Carlton Reid,
meet Jessica Fletcher,

writer, friend, and bailsman.

Or is that bails-person?

Carlton’s the local
Miners Union representative.

How do you do, Mr. Reid?

Well, I’m-I’m much better

now that Molly’s out of jail.

No, I was gonna
pass the hat tonight

at the county meeting
over in Yanceyville.

But now, I’ll just pass along
the good news.

[laughs]
I’ll bet Tyler’s fit to be tied.

Well, he’ll know soon enough.

Seems I underestimated
your resourcefulness, young lady.

I’m not sure about the wisdom
of bringin’ a stranger in

on something that’s
none of her affair.

Well, I can assure you

that Molly and I are hardly strangers.

In fact, I’m looking forward
to spending a few days with her

hearing what she’s been up to.

Well, now, ’m glad
you two are so close,

seeing how Eben’s place
is hardly big enough

for him and Molly,
let alone company.

[boy] She can stay with us.

Can’t she, Ma?

I’m Bridie Harmon, ma’am,
and this is my son Travis.

Ours is the boardin’ house
up the road.

Room’s $10 a day, meals extra,
and I lock up at 11.

[Bridie] If you’re lookin’
for a place to stay,

you’d be welcome with us.

I’m Jessica Fletcher.
Thank you, Mrs. Harmon.

And I’d be delighted.

And you don’t even have
to worry about meals.

She’ll be takin’ ’em with us.

But I promise I’ll have her

at your place tonight by 10:30.

Fine then.

Come along, Travis.

[Bridie] Travis, I said, come on.

Well, Mrs... uh, Fletcher, was it?

Welcome to Colton.

[Eben] You better have some
more chicken, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, no, Eben. Thanks anyway.

Frankly, I ran out of room
two helpings ago.

Honestly, Molly, I haven’t
tasted food as good as this

since your Mother used to
help out at the PTA picnics.

Mama sure could cook, all right.

It’s like I tell her.
She’s from good mountain stock.

She’s got her ma’s hands
for cookin’ and her pa’s brains.

Now, granddad.

Well, you’re right
about the cooking.

As to the brains, I remember
when we were studying Hamlet,

you used to lug
around a huge book

of the entire works of Shakespeare
to class every day.

You mean that?

[Jessica] Oh, my, yes.

[Molly] It was my daddy’s.

He used to read to me

out of it when I was a kid.

You know, Romeo and Juliet,
The Tempest, Macbeth.

That was the only thing of his
that I took with me...

when mom and I moved
to Cabot Cove after he died.

It must mean
a great deal to you.

But something else
would mean a whole lot more.

Proving that Tyler Morgan
killed my father.

Everybody in town knows
that explosion was no accident.

[Eben] But you go nosin’ around
askin’ questions,

you’re gonna end up
just like him...

six feet under.

Well, Tyler didn’t scare him,

and he doesn’t scare me.

Surely you’re exaggerating
Molly’s danger.

I already lost one child
to Tyler Morgan,

and I sure don’t aim
to lose another.

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

Well, well, well.

I thought I’d be hearing
from you.

Tonight?

All right.

Meet me at the cabin
in a half hour.

[line clicking]

Nora, you listening in again?

Nora?
[clicks, dial tone]

[thunderclap]
Damn storm.

[Molly] Well, it’s not exactly the Ritz.

Oh, don’t be silly.
I think it’s just fine.

And from the way that
Tyler Morgan obviously felt,

I’m surprised that Mrs. Harmon
would even rent to me.

Oh, Bridie’s okay.

Her husband died in the same explosion
that killed my father.

The way I figure it,
she and Travis

probably hate Tyler
almost as much as I do.

Molly, I know how much
you loved your father.

But what you’re doing,

it could turn out
to be very dangerous.

Don’t worry, teach.

I can take care of myself.

Bathroom’s right down the hall.
I’ll leave these with you.

Thank you.

Speaking of leaving,
I think I’d better get goin’

before that storm breaks.

You’re sure I can’t
pick you up tomorrow?

Believe me, after the meal
we had this evening,

walking to your house
in the morning

will be the best thing
in the world for me.

Okay. See you at breakfast.

-Good night, Bridie.
-Good night.

If there’s nothing else, Mrs. Fletcher,

I'd like to lock up and get to bed.

Oh, yes, of course.
I’ll be fine.

Okay.

[car engine starting,
horn honking]

[thunderclap]

[cocks]

Hold it... right there.

Awful early for a city woman

to be prowlin’ about,
ain’t it, Mrs. Fletcher?

Well, I wouldn’t know, Sheriff,
being from a small town myself.

But I assure you,
I was not prowling around.

Said she was on the way to Connor's place
and took the wrong path.

That was when this gentleman
brought me to you at gunpoint.

This gentleman
is Tyler Morgan’s son, Reese.

I’ll take it from here.

What do you mean?

Hell, I’m the one that caught her.

I said I can handle it alone.

Now that my daddy’s dead,

best you remember who’s
fillin’ his shoes, Tate.

Excuse me. Did he say
that Tyler Morgan is dead?

Shot last night between
11 and 11:30,

near as I could figure,
from the condition of the body.

I’ll know more about it
when the County boys

over in Yanceyville
get through with him.

Do you have any idea who did it?

Yes, ma’am. Lots of ideas,
but no evidence to prove one.

Well, if you’ll excuse me,

I’ll let you get on
with the investigation.

Hold it, Mrs. Fletcher.

You mind telling me
where you were last night,

say, between 11, 11:30?

Not at all.
No, I was in bed at 11

and asleep soon after that.

But I have to admit,
I'd be hard-pressed to prove it.

No need. Way I see it,
a woman like you

would have no reason to kill
a man she’d hardly met.

Besides, unless I miss my guess,

you’re about as handy with a gun
as I am with knittin’ needles.

But I don’t understand.

If I don’t need an alibi,
why ask me about it?

I was hoping maybe you could
supply one for someone who does.

Tyler’s dead?

-Shot straight through the heart.
-[Eben] Retribution.

That’s what it is.
It’s the code of the hills.

Well, the law calls it murder.

And seein’ as how
you and Molly felt about Tyler,

I’m bound to ask you where
you were last night, Eben.

Anything in the law
says I gotta tell ya?

Any reason you can’t?

Of course there’s not.

Actually, Sheriff,

the three of us
had dinner here last night,

until Molly drove me
to Mrs. Harmon’s at 10:30.

It’s a short way.

I’m sure Molly was back
here no later than 10:45.

Is that right?

I mean, no-- look,
I would have been back here by then,

but I got a flat tire
and I had to stop and change it.

What with the storm
and it being dark and all,

I didn’t get home
till nearly 11:30.

Did you go to town with ’em?

Stayed put the whole night.

So neither one of ya...

from 10:30 to 11:30 has anybody
who can vouch for your story.

Is that right?

We don’t need anyone
to vouch for us.

You know, one of Tyler’s
rifles is missing.

You think I have it?

Would you like
to search for it?

Fine. Go ahead and search.
We’ve got nothing to hide.

Thank you.
I’ll remember that offer.

Great. Now if you’ll excuse me,
I’ve got breakfast to make.

She’s got a lot
of her daddy in her.

Anything wrong in that?

Look where it got him.

You know, if I put up a tent and charged
admission, I could make a fortune.

It’s pretty hard to stop tongues
from wagging in a small town.

Molly! Ah. Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Reid.

Well, it’s all over town about Tyler.

Yes. So I’ve noticed.

Look, why don’t you let me
give you two

a ride home in my pickup?

If you stay around here,
you’re just asking for trouble.

Thanks, Carlton,

but I’m not gonna be intimidated
by a bunch of stupid rumors.

I didn’t kill him.

No, of course you didn’t.

[Carlton] Try telling that to them.

Okay. I will.

Mrs. Morgan?

Excuse me.
I’m Molly Connors.

I know who you are.

Look, ma’am,

in spite of the differences
that I had with your husband,

I just wanted to tell you that

I wouldn’t have wished
this on anyone.

I’m-- I’m truly sorry
for your loss.

Sorry? You’ve been tryin’

to bring my daddy down
ever since you came back.

[Reese] And it looks like
you finally did it,

only it sure as hell
wasn’t with a law degree.

That’s not only untrue, Reese,
it’s slander.

[Reese] What are you gonna do about it,
take me to court

or settle it with a gun?

Mr. Morgan, please.
We know you’re upset--

Stay outta this, lady.
It’s no concern of yours.

[Carlton] Well,
you’re wrong though, Reese.

You start making
wild accusations like that,

and it’s everybody’s concern.

[Carlton] And, hell,
the way you and your daddy

been goin’ at it
the last couple of years,

I wouldn’t be surprised
if you killed him yourself.

Come over here and say that.

-Here I am.
-Carlton, don’t!

Just let it go.

Believe me, Mr. Reid,

it’ll take a lot more
than accusations...

to convince anyone
that Molly killed anyone.

That’s right.
And more is just what I found

when I decided to take you up
on your offer of this morning.

What?
What do you mean?

You remember I told you

that one of Tyler’s rifles
was missing from the cabin?

Well, seein’ as how
you didn’t mind,

I went ahead
and searched your car,

and I found it jammed up
underneath your front seat.

That-- that’s impossible!

Molly, you are under arrest
for the murder of Tyler Morgan.

[Jessica] What do you mean, no bail?

You can’t honestly believe

that Molly’s about
to leave town.

Molly Connors? Not likely.

She’s too much like her daddy
to run from trouble.

-Well, then I don’t understand.
-Look, Mrs. Fletcher.

Mountain folks have
long memories and short fuses,

not to mention some funny ideas
about the law.

If I let Molly out on bail,

I might as well be hangin’ out
a sign that says

"hunting season is open."

But, Sheriff--

No buts.
You got a problem, ma’am,

take it up with the County court.

Look, Sheriff...

anyone could have planted
that rifle in Molly’s car.

You said yourself
that the car was unlocked

when you searched it.
Now, why would a lawyer

like Molly hide
incriminating evidence

in her own car,
when there were acres of woods

all around where
she could have disposed of it?

Even lawyers make mistakes.

And lawmen.

I’ve come for Molly.

Now, she’s here, Eben,

and you can see her,
but I’m not lettin’ her go.

-The hell you’re not.
-Wait, Eben.

Try not to make things
worse than they are.

We can take Molly’s case
to higher authorities.

Higher authorities?
Since when have they

done anything for
the miners of this town?

Hell, they’ve been in the pockets

of the bosses ever since we fought for

and got a union back in the ’20s.

And from the looks of things,
nothing has changed.

Perhaps.
But we won’t know until we try.

You wanna try,
you go ahead and try.

Me, I’ll be back.

And the next time,
I won’t be alone.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Well, one call
to the miners’ legal aid,

and they’ll be on this
quicker than ducks on a june bug.

Well, from the look on Eben’s face,
I hope you’re right.

[Bridie] Don’t you walk away
when I’m talkin’ to you!

Travis Harmon, stop right there!

Now I want an answer.

I told you, I was out huntin’.

Till 3 in the mornin’?

I’m not a baby anymore!

If I wanna go out nights, I will!

[Travis] You do.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Hey, Travis! Wait up!

Pretty rough on your ma
just now, weren’t you, son?

What were you doin’,
spyin’ on me or something?

Look, I know it’s gotta be
tough sometimes

growin’ up with just your ma, but--

She treats me like
I was five years old!

Heck, if Pa was alive,
he’d show her I wasn’t a kid.

I know he would.

I reckon you’re right.

But that’s not the way it is.

No, it ain’t. Pa’s dead,

and so is the man who killed him.

[Bridie] You wanted to see me?

I’m sorry to bother you, Mrs. Harmon.

I can’t seem to get
this window open.

No bother at all.
[grunts]

-Great.
-There.

Fool thing always
sticks after a rain.

My goodness, the storm last night
was more like a deluge.

It’s a wonder you didn’t
catch your death,

I mean, going out
the way you did.

Oh, you must be mistaken.

After I saw to you,

I locked up
and went straight to bed.

I don’t think I was mistaken, Bridie.

I was right here
closing the window.

I saw you leave.

You know, an innocent woman

is being charged with murder, Bridie.

That’s not my concern.

Even if it means that
she’d be imprisoned for life?

You don’t understand.
I can’t get involved.

[Jessica] I don’t mean to frighten you,

but please, you must talk to me.

What is it you’re hiding?
What happened?

It’s funny.

I used to ask myself
the same thing.

What happened?

How could I stay with a man
like that for 10 years?

I see.

It’s nothin’ I’m proud of.

But a widow at 19
with a four-year-old son

doesn’t have a lot of choice
in these things.

And Tyler offered to help.

More like helped himself.

Tyler-- he was used to gettin’
what he wanted.

But surely there must have been others

that you could have turned to.

Oh, there were always others,

just none of 'em willing

to get hitched to a package deal.

At least Tyler was willing
to pay for what he wanted.

And that hostility
between the two of you,

that was all an act?

Yes.

You know...

at first, I couldn’t stand
his hands on me.

And then after a while,
things got better between us.

With me, Tyler could be himself.

He wasn’t a bad man.

Just scared and actin’ tough
to try and make up for it.

Lately though, I’d been worried...

about how Travis
might find out and all,

him bein’ nearly grown.

So I’ve been tryin’ to break it off.

That’s why I went up
to the cabin last night,

to end it once and for all.

Only when I got there,
Tyler was dead.

Yes, but why didn’t
you phone the Sheriff?

And let the whole town
know about me and Tyler?

Oh, and they’d know, ’cause
believe me, Mrs. Fletcher,

nobody ever went up
to that cabin

unless they were
specially invited. Nobody.

All these years,

and no one knew
about your relationship?

Well, Nora’d had
her suspicions once.

Nora?

[Bridie] His wife.

Tyler said she threw such a fit
a couple of years back,

it scared him off
seeing me for a while.

But I’d lay odds she never
knew he started up again.

Heck, if she had, she probably
would’ve killed him.

[Jessica] It was so kind of you
to see me, Mrs. Morgan.

I hope I’m not imposing on you.

[Nora] You said on the phone

that the matter was urgent
and that it concerns my son?

Well, I’m afraid it may not
only concern your son,

but everyone in this town
if tensions get any worse.

Oh, there is blood in the air, all right.

I don’t rightly know what
you expect me to do about it.

Perhaps if you spoke to him,
helped him to realize

that he’s only fueling
a very dangerous situation.

It wouldn’t do no good.

Truth is, I lost hold
of that boy years ago.

That temper of his,
well, it’s led to nothin’

but trouble since
the day he was born.

He’s certainly no stranger to guns.

Oh, that’s a fact.

Oh, those shootin’ ribbons
you’re lookin’ at,

-well, they’re mine.
-Yours?

I won ’em as a kid
at a County fair.

Well, I am impressed.

Oh, heck.
Most everybody in these parts

can shoot the petals off a daisy
before they’re 10 years old.

[phone rings]

Yes? Oh, oh, yes, yes.
All right.

Uh, just hang on.

I’m afraid you’re gonna
have to excuse me.

-It’s the funeral parlor.
-Oh, yes, of course.

Mrs. Fletcher?

I’m sorry I couldn’t be more help.

Truth is,
Reese is a lot like his daddy.

It takes a loaded gun
to get his attention.

[vehicle approaching]

[horn honking]

Mrs. Fletcher, you better hop in quick.
There’s trouble.

Yeah, I’ve just-- I’ve just come
from Sheriff Tate’s.

He says he’s got
Molly nailed cold.

That’s ridiculous. That rifle was planted
in Molly’s car to frame her.

Hell, yes. I mean, anybody
could’ve grabbed that gun

out of that unlocked rack
by the door and shot Tyler.

But that’s not all
Tate says he’s got.

What do you mean?

Well, it seems Reese went
through his daddy’s cabin...

and found a ledger sheet
had been stolen

out of the company’s 1978 payroll.

78? Isn’t that the year
that Molly’s father was killed?

Yep. Tate seems to think
that cinches his case.

The trouble is, Eben doesn’t
quite see it that way.

So he got some of his friends together.

They’re gonna storm the jail
and free Molly by force.

Oh, Lord.
And if Reese finds out...

Yes, ma’am. Could be
we got ourselves an all-out war.

-Get the Sheriff.
-What about you?

Now, Carlton! Hurry!

[rifle cocking]

Stand aside, Mrs. Fletcher.

Eben, don’t do this.

I know you only want to help Molly,

but this is wrong.

Better listen to her, old-timer.

And so should you, Mr. Morgan.

Me and the boys here are just
a group of concerned citizens

trying to uphold the law.

[Jessica] Upholding the law
is a job for the sheriff,

not for hired vigilantes.

[Tate] She’s right.

Now, I got a duty
to keep Molly in jail, Eben,

and that’s what I’m gonna do...

without any uninvited help
from you, Reese.

Hell, you think you can
take ’em by yourself?

What I do and how I do it
is no concern of yours.

Look, I told you--

No, I told you!

But maybe you didn’t hear me,

so let me run it by you again.

You and your boys clear out.

Us? What about them?

My granddaughter’s no killer.

That’s for a court to say, not us.

And Molly’d be the first to agree.

Well, all right.

But any harm comes to Molly,

it won’t take no court
to settle the score,

and that’s a promise.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher,
I appreciate your help out there,

but I got no time
for you right now.

Just because a page is missing
from a 10-year-old payroll

doesn’t mean that Molly took it.

Ma’am, you and I were
both standing right here

when she swore she was gonna
subpoena those very records.

But that’s my point.

Excuse me.
Martha? Sheriff Tate.

Let me speak to Ned.
All right, but hurry.

Look, the point is, why would Molly
want to steal a page from that payroll...

when a subpoena would force the company
to surrender it anyway?

Wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.

You’re sayin’ that someone else
stole that page in order to frame Molly?

How? Nobody even knew
she wanted those records but us.

Exactly, which is why
I can’t help thinking

that the killer’s motive
for the theft...

wasn’t just to implicate Molly,
but rather to stop something

on that page from being
discovered ever.

Ned? Yeah, it’s Dawson Tate.
I got an emergency.

Lost the key to my rifle rack.
Now, come on.

It’s not the first time anybody
ever asked you to pick a lock.

Hell, everybody around here
keeps their rifles locked up.

I just lost my key, that’s all.

I don’t care if your cow’s
havin’ triplets!

I need it unlocked,
and I need it done now!

Ma’am, you’re gonna have to...

leave.

[Jessica] Yes, I’m still here.

Oh, are you sure?

I see. Well, thank you very much.

You’ve been very helpful. Thanks.

-Make your call?
-Yes.

I billed it to my charge card.

Oh, no need.

Yanceyville’s only 50 miles away.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

Black, just like you said.

Though I swear,

if it was me who’d faced
those men at the jail,

I’d be drinkin’ something
a whole lot stronger.

You know, Bridie,
Molly doesn’t believe...

that the explosion
that killed her father

and your husband
was an accident.

Tyler and me,
we talked about that.

He always swore
he wasn’t involved.

You say "involved"
as if you didn’t believe

it was an accident either.

It don’t make much difference
what I think.

It was a long time ago.
Best forgot.

I’m sorry, but I don’t agree.

I feel very strongly that
what happened 10 years ago

is tied in very closely
with Tyler Morgan’s murder.

Bridie, what happened back then?

The night before
my Danny got killed,

he told me Joe Connors
had gotten ahold

of some company record
that was gonna prove

there were fishy doin’s
at the mine.

Fact is, he was gonna
explain it all

at a union meetin’
the next night.

Only the next day
when he went into the mine,

he never came out.

This proof, this company record.

Didn’t he tell you what it was?

Or anyone else either
near as I can tell.

Once they got Danny and Joe
and the others buried,

that was the end of it.
Molly and her Ma,

they headed up North
to live with kin in Maine.

And, oh, Eben and some of the boys,

they went to Joe’s place

and pretty near tore it apart,

but they never found nothin’.

Maybe there was nothin’ to find.

Maybe all that talk about proof
was just Joe talkin’,

puffin’ himself up.

And maybe not.

I can’t be sure until I check it,

but it’s just possible

that I may not only know
who killed Tyler Morgan,

but if I’m lucky,

I may be able to find the evidence

at Eben’s place to prove it.

Hadn’t you oughta tell
the Sheriff your suspicions?

The moment that
I have proof.

[groans]

Eben?

Anybody home?

Yes, Operator.
Could you connect me, please,

with the Sheriff’s office?

[Carlton] Mrs. Fletcher.

You’re not leavin’
on my account, are ya?

Carl. What are you doing here?

Well, I’ve been givin’
Eben a hand,

-what with Molly in jail.
-Oh, yes.

Well, did you see him?

I checked the house,
but I can’t find him.

Found somethin’ else though,
didn’t ya?

Did I? No.

No, come on.
Come on, Mrs. Fletcher.

I was watching you
through the window.

How long have you
been onto me?

Onto you?

The fact that I killed
Tyler Morgan,

a crime that I freely confess to.

My only regret is that
I didn’t get to it years ago.

-But how did you know?
-I didn’t.

Well, I did suspect.

It was something
that you said

when we were driving back
to town in the pickup.

Hell, yes. I mean, anybody
could’ve grabbed that gun

out of that unlocked rack
by the door and shot Tyler.

I don’t get it.

Only someone who had been

to the cabin would have known...

that the gun rack was unlocked
and also right by the door.

Please.

And then when I remembered

what Bridie Harmon told me,

that no one went to the cabin

unless they were specifically invited.

That’s when alarm bells
started to go off in my brain.

You call that proof?

Lady, I wouldn’t try to sell that batch
of brownies to the County Attorney.

And besides, when Tyler was
gettin’ himself killed,

I was at a union meeting
in Yanceyville, remember?

I’m afraid that’s not true.

I made a phone call
a little while ago.

Oh, you were there, all right,
earlier in the evening.

But no one remembered seeing
you once the meeting started.

You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?

Tyler thought he was
pretty smart, too,

threatening to expose
our financial arrangements

if I didn’t get Molly off his back.

Those financial arrangements,

I suppose they go back a long time.

I never meant to kill Joe.

Hell, I offered to cut
him in on the take.

But he wouldn’t play ball.

And as for Danny Harmon...
well, it was just his bad luck

that he was workin’ with Joe
when it happened.

Just like it’s your bad luck
to have discovered the truth.

The ledger sheet, let’s have it.

Mrs. Fletcher, me and you
are gonna take a little ride.

Look, people know
that I came out here.

-They’ll come looking for me.
-They won’t find you.

You won’t get away with this.

I told my suspicions to the Sheriff.

-I don’t believe you.
-Look, Carl--

Just save your breath, Mrs. Fletcher,
and get in there.

We got places in these hills
only the wolves know about.

And if they do find you, so what?

They’ll never tie it to me.

[Carlton] Hey! Hey!

Hey!

All right. All right, all right.

What I still can’t figure, Mrs. Fletcher,

is how did you know
the proof was in the book?

Well, to be perfectly honest,
I wasn’t absolutely sure.

But when Bridie told me
that you’d searched for it

after Molly left for Cabot Cove,

I remembered that the only thing
of her father’s

that she’d taken with her
was the book of Shakespeare.

And assuming that your son
was too smart to carry

the evidence on him, I realized
that the book was the one place

you hadn’t searched,
because it hadn’t been here.

That’s smart. Now-now,
that’s real smart.

Oh. I guess you know I’ll never be able
to thank you enough.

Oh, nonsense.
I just wanted to be able to help.

And I’m sure the law will see
that Carlton gets his due.

I expect they will,
seein’ as how Molly’s gonna be there.

The Miners Union has asked me

to handle their part
in the prosecution.

And if things work out,
there’s talk about

putting me on retainer
to handle all their litigation.

Well, you know,
I’m sure that your father

would have been very proud.

[engine starting]

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Eben.

Good-bye, Mrs. Fletcher.

Bye-bye.