All language subtitles for In.The.Heat.Of.The.Night.S01E03.Road.Kill.WEBRip.x264-ION10

♪ In the heat of the night

♪ I've got troubles
wall to wall

♪ In the heat of the night

♪ Must be an ending to it all

♪ Oh

♪ But hold on

♪ It won't be long

♪ Just you be strong

♪ And it'll be all right

♪ In the heat of the night

♪ In the heat of the night

♪ Oh

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS CONTINUE FIRING]

He went by here, moving
towards the railroad tracks.

Where are you at, Chief?
I mean, where'd you
hear the shots from?

What's the difference
where I heard the shots from?

The whole town heard them,
moving south to north.

He's at the girlfriend's.

[GUNSHOTS]

Sparta, Mississippi,
thinks it's Dodge City
all over again.

Come on, baby, don't be
so hard on the town.

You think I'm being
too tough on it?

Virgil, they had 35 murders
around here last year,

all but six with guns.

Deer rifles,
pistols, shotguns.

Where'd you get that,
Reader's Digest?

[CHUCKLES]

That cop,
Junior what's-his-name.

Junior talks too much.
Parker, who's out there?

What an awful place
this is.

Just some drunk.

Your friend the cop
can handle it, I'm sure.

Bubba's not on duty
tonight.

You sure keep track
of him, don't you?

[CHUCKLES]
Why in the world do you think
you have to be jealous

of Bubba Skinner
is more than I can see.

You're all I want,
Sonny.

What the hell happened
last night, Bill?

Some guy went riding around,
shot up the town.

I got my men going around
trying to find out
if anybody got hurt.

I sure hope not.

Now, you know for a deer gun,
I don't think you can do
better than that.

It's what I use, myself.

[BRAKES SCREECH]

[HORN HONKS]

I believe that's your
wife outside, Sonny.

Uh, look them
all over, Bill.

I'll be right back.

[HORN HONKS]

It's all right.
It's all right, honey.
I'm here.

[SLURRING] Do you know
that Harold and Mary Lou

just bought an airplane,
a four-seater?

They don't have to drive
to Memphis anymore.

They can just jump
in the Cessna, zip on up,

and land on Mud Island and be
practically downtown.

[GASPS] Harold and Mary Lou,
for God's sake,
he runs a feed store.

Well, I own
a store too, honey.

There's nothing
wrong with that.

[LAUGHS] Actually,
I own the store.

And we are absolutely
the last people in town

who don't have
an airplane, Sonny.

Can we talk about this
over supper?

Well, you're never on time
for supper.

I will be tonight.
I promise.

[HORN HONKS]Hey, watch where
you're going, lady!

Well, Margaret, I happen
to be driving out your way.

And I'd take it very kindly
if you'd keep me company.

I'll let you off
at your place.

Come on, now.
Come on.

I'm fine. Bill,
really, I'm fine.

I know it.
We're going to
keep you fine.

So, I had no choice
but to leave my car there

and be seen driving home
with Bill Gillespie.

What is that, Aurelia?

What Miss Pauline ordered.

More roadkill,
Miss Pauline?

I am sure
breaded possum

is a real
gourmet treat

back home
in Itawamba County.

It's veal,
Lady Margaret.

And I'm from Tupelo,
in Lee County,

as you well know.

Aurelia.

Yes, ma'am.

From now on,
you serve me,

then Mr. Sonny,

and then Miss Pauline,
you hear?

Yes, ma'am.

I just wanted
to make sure

that we are
all served

in the order of our
financial contribution

to the household.

Well, now, your cousin
makes a contribution,
Lady Margaret.

She does all the shopping,
she rides herd on Aurelia.

Oh, she must be
simply exhausted.

I know I am.

If you all
excuse me,

I've had
an impossible day.

I remember when I was
about 10 years old.

We had this big
family get-together.

She treated me
like dirt then,

and she still does.

I got an appointment
with Parnell Bennett.

I'm going to tell him
to get a divorce started.

Can he get you
half of everything?

The land,
the store, the cash?

I don't care
anymore.

I just want
to get clear.

I love you,
Pauline.

I wish I could
see some way

for us to be together.

I mean
really together,

secure, happy...

Come here.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Officer Jamison tells us
you had some
trouble last night.

Well, it wouldn't hardly
be a night down here
without a little trouble,

wouldn't it, Miss Elnora?

This was different.
It was a white man,
she said.

You know, I never seen
no white man down here before,

not no customer.

You used to come
down every now and then,

but that was to
close me down.

Well, now, Miss Elnora,
that was just in the way
of business,

yours and mine.

Excuse me. Miss,
this white man,

somebody you knew?

Big city got you
mighty impatient, son.

Talking take time.

Scooter,
bring these gentlemen
some lemonade.

You'll join me,
won't you?

No, ma'am, I don't
believe I will.

I believe I will,
Miss Elnora. Thank you.

Ma'am, who was
this white man?

I don't know.
I'd never seen him,
this white man.

Well, was he drunk
when he arrived?

Yes, he was.

Did you serve him?

Are you kidding?
And break the law?

[LAUGHTER]

They say he left
in a light-colored
pickup truck.

Didn't get any plates.

This pickup,
did it have
a gun rack?

[LAUGHS]
Of course it did.

Don't they all?

Virgil,
have some lemonade.

[FAINT VOICES] [FAINT LAUGHTER]

Everybody, everybody
in my entire family
warned me.

Every last one of
mother's relatives

said I would live
to regret

the day I took
Pauline Slade
into my home.

Oh, yes. Cousin Pauline,
where is your gratitude?

[IMITATING DRUNK]
Lady Margaret took you in

out of the goodness
of her tiny black heart.

Get out!

Get out
of my house!

Margaret, come on,
come on, come on,
come on.

Come on now.
Come on, come on.
Come on, honey.

[CRYING]

It's all right.

Honey, just...

Get out.

I can't believe
what I saw.

Get out.

The sight of you
makes me sick.

You happen to know how
many pickups with gun racks
there are in this town?

Or do you take it for granted,
like Miss Elnora, that
they're standard equipment?

I have the highest respect
for Miss Elnora's opinion.

Chief, the Mayor
wants to see you.

Winona Prill was
on the phone to me

at 7:30 this morning.

Now, I've had noisy
rich women calling my office
all day and you know,

you know that
Winona put them up to it.

I suppose that shooter
went by her place last night.

Chief, now, you got to
help me with her.
I mean, she...

She wants me
to disarm this town.
Can you believe that?

Pretty radical.

Radical?
It's political suicide!

And if I don't,
she's quitting politics

and withdrawing
all financial support.

Now, I don't
understand her.

I mean, in all reason,
one man shooting
from a pickup truck

has got nothing to do
with gun control!

Maybe it has something to do
with pickup control.
Should we look into that?

[LAUGHS]

Uh, Mayor, now,
I wanna assure you

we're doing
everything we can

to find that truck
and the guy
who was driving it.

Well, that's fine.
That's just fine.

You just see
that you got

an arrest report
on my desk

by the time my office opens
tomorrow morning.

You can't leave.

I can't stay.

All right, we'll go together.

She'll divorce you
and take you
to the cleaners.

[SCOFFS] She's gonna do
that anyway, after tonight.

No, she won't.
She'll blame me,
not you.

And I'll leave and
she'll hold it over your head
for the rest of your life.

I don't have a life
without you, Pauline.

Oh, Sonny.

I'll send for the rest
of my things.

I swear, I'd kill her
if there was any way

to do it clear.

[GUN FIRING]

[CAMERA CLICKING]

I was scared,
Bubba.

I know. I know.

You heard the shots?

Of course she did.
They woke her up.

Then I take it
you were asleep
at the time,

in your room.

Where else
do you reckon?

Were you alone? You're on thin ice, Virgil.

So are you.

Bubba.
Would you wait outside
for me, please?

Yes, sir.

How does it
seem to you?

Here's this
aristocratic
white woman

sitting in front
of a window

in the dead
of night wearing
practically nothing.

Say anything like that
again about my wife again,

I'll feed you
your face.

Hold it.
Hold it, now, Sonny.

Come on, now.

You and I've known
each other long time.

This man didn't mean
anything by that.

He's just a police officer
doing his job.

Now settle down,
please.

No! No, I don't want
to hear anymore about that!

I want to hear about
finding whoever it was
shot up the town last night.

Chief, our job
is to find the person

that killed that woman.

Well, I'm telling you
it's one and the same person.

That Sonny Mims can't
help you with that.

Chief, in any
homicide investigation,
you begin with the family.

And it's been my observation
that the surviving spouse

is always the best place
to start.

Surviving spouse.
Good God.

I can imagine
what it was like

to live 20 years with
that hopeless alcoholic.

By the way, you talk
about why a woman
would sit that way

in front of an open window,
that's kinda damn fool thing
drunks do.

A person gets edgy after
20 years of putting up
with a drunk.

Edgy? The man was
sick at heart.

I'm going to tell you
one more time.

Sonny Mims
cannot help you

in your investigation
of this woman's death.

How long has the cousin
been living there?

Well, I can see where
you're going with that.

Pauline, Pauline is
a whole other issue.

You wanna find out
anything about Pauline,

ask Bubba.
There he is, ask him. Come on, now, Chief.

Pauline isn't interested
in Sonny Mims,

she's got her
hooks into Bubba.

Now, you hold on there, Chief.

You don't
even know her.

You got no call to talk
about her like that!

Now, you can fire me
on the spot,

but I will not stand here,
discuss my private life
with a...

A stranger!

I don't care if he's
the damn president.

All right!

But I want every man
in this department

out looking for the guy
who was driving that truck!

[HORN HONKS]

How you doing?

I got a dress
for the funeral.

Uh-huh, when can I
see you again?

I really can't say. Hmm.

Well, maybe after
you've had time to recover.
How about tonight?

Well, Bubba,
I'm not sure what
the mourning period is

for a distant cousin.

But, I think it's probably
more than one day.

Oh, yeah. I guess.

But, uh... [SIGHS]
Oh, Pauline, you know...

Oh, man.

I feel the same way,
Bubba.

It came
from there.

[HORN HONKS]

Thank you very much. You're welcome.

How you doing?

Well, the lady here says
she heard some shots,

but everybody's
heard shots.

We're getting a sense of what
the route may have been,

but nothing on the driver
or pickup.

Well, keep at it.

Then you go left
on Jeff Davis

to Lamar Circle,
once around,

and out to Bilbo Road.

What, no
Simon Legree Lane?

Look, man,
you got Junior
with you.

You got Jamison's
report here.

Why'd you call
for me?

I wanted you.

Well, then
we lose him,

according to this.

Shall we?

Fine.

[BEEPING]

Hey, Bubba.

Hey, Gilmore.

You're Virgil Tibbs,
I bet.

I'm Gilmore Hodges.

I have been hoping
to work with you.

BUBBA: Gilmore,
he thinks he's a cop.

Gives out tickets.

I heard we're
looking for a pickup.

That's right.
A light blue one.

Did you see it
two nights ago?

Nope.

What are you doing
right now?

Are you looking
for clues?

Yeah, that's right.

[BEEPING FASTER]

[PATTING]

Here.

[CHUCKLES]

You know,
I saw a car last night

you might be
interested in.

Gilmore, I hear
there's a real bad
speeding problem on Drexell.

Go check it out. Yes, sir.

This just about
ought to do it.

If it matches the bullet
taken from the body

and if we can find
the weapon that fired this...

I never realized
Lady Margaret

had such fat
little fingers.

Pauline!

I'm sorry, darling.

It's just hard for me
to be as upset as you are.

I saw you talking
to Bubba this morning.

Just came by
to see how I was doing.

Nothing wrong with that.

He had his hands
all over you.

Lord, Sonny,
how you do go on about
poor Bubba Skinner.

How would it have looked
if all this time
I lived in this house

and never had a date?

Well, you don't have to
see him anymore now.

Of course I do.

Things will settle down
after a while.

Honest, Sonny.

I bought a dress
for the funeral.

I look good
in black.

[CHUCKLES]

I'll show you what
you look good in.

How come
you're sending those slugs
to Washington, Virgil?

Because they don't have
a crime lab here in Sparta.

Well, they got a crime lab
in Jackson, Mississippi.

It's a whole lot closer.

And I do believe
they got a college graduate
working there.

And anyway,
you're gonna find
those two slugs

came from the same gun.
I'm gonna bet you on that.

That'll be fine.

But no bets.

Why no bet?

I have an open mind.

To bet, you have to
have a closed mind.

Think about it.

Parker, will you find
the street address
for this place

and send it out
today, please?

I found somebody
saw the pickup.

Light blue with primer on
the right front fender.

Now, the witness saw
only the last two numbers
on the plate.

A two and a four.

If we had a computer,
I could give you that driver
in two minutes flat.

I can give him to you
quicker than that.

That's Joe Ed Thaxton's
truck.

Yeah, I remember
when Joe Ed had

that little accident
in that pickup.

He painted it
a silly blue.

That isn't primer
on the fender.

That's where Joe Ed
started to repaint
the damn thing silly orange.

So I guess we need
to see Joe Ed.

If you two haven't got
more pressing concerns,

go get him.

[BELL ON DOOR RINGS]

How you feeling?

Oh, I've decided
to stay busy, open up.

Nobody's come in.

I guess they don't
know what to say.

Well, I thought I'd tell you,
we're picking up
Joe Ed Thaxton.

He's the one
that shot up the town
the other night.

Then he's the one
who shot Lady Margaret.

Yeah, it looks
that way.

Maybe I shouldn't
have opened the store.
It's just that

at home,
everywhere I look,
I see her face.

Listen, why don't I
take you out

to Mossback Point
this weekend?

We'll do a little hunting
out there. We haven't been out
there in quite a while, eh?

Well, I appreciate it, Bill,
but I gotta tell you,
it's going to be a while

before I feel like
picking up a gun
and killing something with it.

Sorry. Bad idea.

Well,
that's our man.

We're going
to get this thing
cleared up,

put it all behind you.

Thanks, Bill.

GILLESPIE: Hey, Gilmore,
how you doing?

Oh, hello, Chief.

Mr. Mims.

Hey, Gilmore. Hey.

Now, I'm sorry
to bother you

at a time like this,
Mr. Mims,

but as you know,
I patrol Railroad Street
every night,

and I saw you
driving recklessly.

Now, you can't do no 50
in a 35 zone,

even late at night,
when there's no other
cars around.

I'm gonna have to
give you this ticket.

And you can't
discharge no firearm
in the city limits.

Well,
I got to go.

Do you hear
anything?

Yeah, that damn
typewriter.

If the Chief wanted
you to hear,

you all would be on
the other side of that door,
now, wouldn't you?

You look tired,
Mr. Thaxton.

I ain't been
sleeping.

His conscience
is bothering him.

Come on, Joe Ed.
We know you didn't
mean to do it.

Truth is, I did mean
to do it.

You're telling us
that you meant
to kill Mrs. Mims?

What? What are you
talking about?

Sonny Mims' wife
was shot to death last night.

What?
I didn't do that.
That wasn't me.

I work night shifts
down at the plant.

I have for 32 years.

Till they got
some snot-faced Yankee

down here from Harvard
or some other damn place
like that.

He talked the people
in the front office
into rotating everybody.

Six weeks on days,
six weeks on nights.

I haven't had
a good night's sleep
from that day to this.

So, night before last,
I worked my way through
every drop of bourbon

I got in the house.

I figured, why the hell
should everybody else
get to sleep if I can't?

I went driving around
shooting off
my old carbine.

I did that and you can
hang me for it,

but I did not kill
Mrs. Sonny Mims.
No, sir.

I wasn't even out
last night.

Jamison,
put this prisoner
in the cell.

Come on, let's go.

You know,
I believe him.

Well, then you're
a lot more innocent

than a hotshot
city detective
ought to be.

You spend more time
studying people

instead of complaining about
the gadgets and the gizmos
we haven't got around here,

you might
make a good cop.

I am a good cop.

And one of the reasons
is I've got good instincts,

and they're all saying
"Sonny Mims."

Listen, let me
tell you something
about Sonny Mims.

He's been
a close and warm personal
friend of mine for 35 years.

And you're wrong about him.
You hear me, you're wrong.

I watched him cry
when his only child died

and his wife
couldn't handle it
and took to the bottle.

He took in
her poor relations,
one after the other.

Now, that's
a decent man,

and I don't
want you to intrude
on his grief.

If Sonny Mims...

Virgil,
you are not
hearing me.

Virgil, I'm telling you
to leave the man alone.
Leave him alone.

Open your eyes, Gillespie.

Mims and that tarantula
he's got living out there

have the oldest motive
there is for murder.

Joe Ed Thaxton just
gave them a convenient cover.

[DOOR SLAMS]

They arrested
Joe Ed Thaxton.

Who?

Look. What's this?

Gilmore gave me
one of his crazy tickets.

He saw me.

He saw me
tearing down
Railroad Street

shooting
off that gun.

He's a moron,
Sonny.

Well, I know that,
but sooner or later,

he's gonna put it
together.

Gilmore Hodges
has shredded cabbage
for brains.

Who's gonna
listen to him?

He makes copies
of these things,
you know,

and he turns them in
to the police station
every Friday.

And every Friday,
Parker Williams
tosses them in the trash

without even
looking at them.

How do
you know that?

I told you Bubba Skinner
was a good choice.

Don't start,
Sonny.

If Bill Gillespie's
in his office,

he makes a point of
going over the tickets

and thanking Gilmore.

Did Bubba
tell you that too?

Bill's your best friend.

Oh, for God's sake, Pauline,
he's not gonna cover me
for murder!

Then we'd better
do something
about Gilmore.

Like what?

What would
you suggest?

Well, I guess
I could get
his ticket book

away from him
without him knowing it.

How hard
could that be?

Can you get his brain
away from him, too?

I thought you just said
he didn't have one.

Do you want to spend
the rest of your life

wondering whether or not
Gilmore Hodges
is ever gonna get

his mind and mouth
working at the same time?

We don't have much
choice about that,

[SCOFFS] short of
killing him, too.

Uh-uh, Pauline.
Oh, no.

We don't have
any choice, honey.

Gilmore's as much
in our way

as Lady Margaret
ever was.

If we can't be together,
what was the point?

Isn't it worth it?

I was worried when
you didn't call, honey.

I know.

I was just
driving around
trying to cool off.

Like dinner?

Do you want me
to make you a sandwich?

No, no.
This is all right.

You know Mary Johnson?

Yeah.
She and Mamma were friends.

You know what
she said to me today?
And I quote, Virgil.

"Honey,
we have white churches
and black churches,

"and we even got
integrated churches,

"but I haven't
seen you and Virgil
in one

"since you set foot
in Sparta.

"Now, you maybe
don't know no better,
but Virgil does."

People go to church
down here, Virgil.
It's a big deal.

Now, you knew that,
and you could
have told me.

How am I supposed to
know these things

if you don't tell me?

Al, do you think
I'm an unreasonable
person?

Single-minded, maybe.

But not
unreasonable.

Maybe Mims didn't
kill his wife.

I'm willing
to entertain
that notion.

But I also
have to entertain
the possibility

that maybe he did.

What's so difficult to
understand about that?

See, the problem is,

Mims is one
of Gillespie's
best friends.

If I go after him,

the Chief
will have my head
on a platter.

You know,
sometimes I think

he may have
to beat me to it.

Virgil, we're going
to church on Sunday.

You heard me.

Is this him coming?

I can't do it.

All right, Sonny.
Then I'll do it.

There isn't anything
I wouldn't do

to be with you.

We're this close
to having what we want.

What we deserve.

I love you.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

Pauline,
I can't do it.

Do it!

Uh! [GROANS]

Damn. Damn!

Can't read
who it's from.

Uh, Detective?
Telegram.

That was quick.

Well, I'm glad to see
my men so active.

And so handy
with tools.

Chief.

From the Mississippi
crime lab.

Now, you're probably
gonna tell me
that all this means

is that Joe Ed Thaxton has
more than one gun.

No, I got something
more interesting to tell you.

Chief,

the slug I dug out
from that tree

and the one Dr. Bridges
took out of Lady Margaret

were not fired
from the same gun.

Yeah, I'm talking about
a lady called
Bethel Herley.

Chief, this proves...

I know what it proves.
I know it already.

Bethel Herley is
a nurse supervisor
at the hospital.

And she lives next door
to Joe Ed Thaxton.

So I paid her
a call.

The night
of the crime,

she got home
at 5:00 a.m.
in the morning.

And saw Joe Ed Thaxton
moving around
in his living room.

So, at the time
Lady Margaret
was murdered,

Joe Ed was
in his own house,
six miles away.

Well, then, your nurse speaks
as loud as this telegram.

Mmm-hmm.

Chief, that was the hospital.
They got Gilmore out there.

Somebody ran him down
early this morning.

Where was this?

Out on Railroad Street.

He was riding
his regular
paper route.

Ma'am,
who called this in?

That gentleman
right over there.

Well, Clyde.
How you doing?Chief.

I'm all right.

This is Detective
Virgil Tibbs.

This is Clyde Perry.

How do you do?

Sit down, Clyde.
Sit down.

Now, now tell me
what happened.

Well, I have Mrs. Harrison's
garden on Tuesday. Yeah.

And I was
on my way over there,

and I saw
this white boy

all crumpled
by the roadside.

What did you do then?

I looked to see
if he was dead.

He wasn't, so I went on
to see Mrs. Harrison,
have her call an ambulance.

And then I came down
and met the ambulance.

Well, why are you
still here, sir?

Well, ain't
nobody else around
to sit and wait.

Didn't seem
right to leave.

Chief Gillespie.

Yeah? Thank you, Clyde,
you did good.

These are
Gilmore's things
he had on him.

I need you
to sign for them.

Well, when am I
gonna be able
to see the doctor?

He's busy now,
though, sir.

He said he'll call you
and give you more details

as soon as
he gets time.

Thank you, Lita.

Gilmore's had
a bad accident.

Sorry, Chief.
I've been
to the scene.

I'd say there
was no accident.

I just heard
about Gilmore Hodges.
What the hell happened?

Somebody
ran him down.

Oh, no. Why in the world
would anybody want to
run down poor old Gilmore?

He was trying
to tell us something.

But we were all
too smart to listen.

Maybe he knew more
than we gave him credit for.

Like what? Like who did it.

You cleared Thaxton, right?

We don't have
a scapegoat anymore.

That leaves us
with family.

Now, you want to get
back to Sonny Mims,
don't you?

Now, listen,
I want to talk a little bit
about Pauline Slade.

Now, Chief... Now, Bubba,
I know this is hard,

but you're gonna
have to take it.

Pauline is the woman
who knows where the body is.

Now, maybe
she's trying to take over
everything her cousin had,

including Sonny.

Maybe Lady Margaret
was standing in the way

of all
Pauline wanted.

And maybe she was
in Sonny's way too.

Now, Chief,
I can't stand here
listening to this.

Bubba! Enough. Enough.

Chief.

Gilmore's little old
ticket book.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hi, Bubba.

Hi.

Pauline, I don't want you
to take this the wrong way,
honey,

but I don't think
you ought to
stay here anymore.

It doesn't
look right.

Bubba, I can't just
leave Sonny high and dry
at a time like this.

What kind of person
would I be?

Well, you going
back to Tupelo
after the funeral?

Well, Bubba Skinner,
it sound like you're trying
to get rid of me?

Oh, you know better
than that.

Well, I thought I did.

I just think it might
be a good idea
if you go on home for a while.

Why is that?

I can't tell you.

You're just gonna
have to trust me
on this one.

Pauline, no.

Pauline, now, you got
to listen to me...

Pauline, they think
Sonny did it.

And the Chief thinks
you make a pretty good
suspect yourself.

Well, that's
just ridiculous.

I know that.
I know that.

What could they
possibly have on Sonny?

I don't know,
but Virgil's talking
about evidence.

Hard evidence.

Like what?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

GILLESPIE:
Bubba. Bubba.

Get out here.

I knew I'd find you here.

Chief... What did you
tell her?

Nothing, I swear.
I was just paying
a consolation call.

I ought to
fire you on the spot.

I wanna tell you something.
If you've messed up
this investigation,

I'm gonna bring you
up on charges.

I haven't. I swear.

Go on back
to the station,

and you wait there.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Where the hell
have you been?

I called over
an hour ago.

Well, I just couldn't run out
and leave the store.
What's the panic?

Well, that black detective
is closing in on you.

Well, I suppose
you heard that from...

Yeah! Yeah,
from Bubba Skinner.

And you better be damn glad
I've got him interested,

or we'd be sitting here
thinking everything
was right as rain,

and all the time that
Virgil Tibbs will be down
there getting a cell ready.

What could
he possibly have?

The rifle. I told you
you should have
gotten rid of it.

They don't have it.

It's sitting down there
at the store along
with about two dozen others.

Safer to keep it there.

Not if they get
a search warrant

and test fire
every gun in your store.

Get rid of it!

How?

God, can't you figure
anything out on your own?

It's clear. Come on.
Come on.

I'll take that rifle,
Sonny.

I just
couldn't take it
anymore, Bill.

No need
to tell me about it.

Keep it to yourself
till you see a lawyer.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[CRYING] Sonny
threatened me, Bubba.

He made me lie.
You've got to help me.

I told everybody
they were wrong
about you.

They weren't.

You all killed her,
Pauline.

[GRUNTS] Mmm-mmm.

The sad truth is,

he really did believe you,
Miss Slade.

I mean, we used him
to set you up.

The only reason
he went along with it
in the first place

was so he could
prove us wrong.

You tricked us
into going for the gun,
didn't you, Bill?

Well, we didn't have
enough on you.

You had nothing.

Well, we had this.

Gilmore's
a little slow,

but he sure keeps
good records.

Now, you all better hope
he pulls through this.

I'm sorry, Bill.

I'm sorry
for Margaret.

You did very well,
Bubba,

and you did right.

Yup.

You were right,
and I was wrong.

I don't believe that,
uh, I've ever
been more wrong.

The Certificate
of Merit is
the highest honor

that the city of Sparta
can bestow on anybody.

And it's always
a great pleasure to me

to present it
to a truly worthy recipient.

[ALL CHEERING]

MAN: Way to go, Gilmore.

Thank you.

Also, from this moment
right now,

Gilmore Hodges is appointed
honorary Sergeant

in the Sparta
Police Department.

[ALL CHEERING]

It kind of makes
you feel like singing,
doesn't it?

What?

A little
gospel music.

We're going
to church, Virgil.