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- [Woman] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.
- Oh!

No way are you gonna convince me
one of my boys could kill a man.

- You coached him. I taught him.
- Jessie, that was 20 years ago.

Neither of you would want
to see a murder go unsolved.

Where did you get
the $50,000 to start with?

You ask that question again-
to me or anybody else-
and I'll sue you.

[Tires Screeching]

He was almost killed last night
in the car- run off the road.

What is going on
between me and my wife
is none of your business.

I don't like
what you're getting at.

You killed one of my boys!
Let go of me!

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Come on, Hampton.
Lighten up, will ya?

A couple belts at lunch yesterday
doesn't make me a lush.
Yesterday? How about every day?

How about right now?
Nobody wants to buy cars
from a drunk, Dan.

You're finished.
Look, Billy boy,
I'm the best salesman you got.

Oh, yeah? That's ancient history.
You haven't moved enough units this
past year to keep this place in lightbulbs.

[Both Grunting]

Hi there.

Real beauty, isn't she?

How about takin'her out
for a test drive?

Thanks. Maybe some other time.

All right. Just say the word.

[Typing]

[Doorbell Rings]

Mrs. Fletcher.
I'm Andrew Durbin.

[Laughs]
I'm renting Lila Small's house
for a few weeks.

Oh. Yes, of course.
Lila left her key with me.

Please forgive me.
Come in.
Thank you.

Lila called me last night from New York
to say you'd be arriving today,

and still it still flew
right out of my head.

You must think I'm addlebrained.
No "addlebrain" could have written
The Belgrave Murders.

Oh. Thank you for those kind words.

- I think I may have come at a bad time.
- Oh, not at all.

I was just going out,
but Lila's house is only
a couple of blocks from here.

Thank you.

It's nice to see
things haven't changed much.

Oh, then you've been
to Cabot Cove before.

Years ago. Matter of fact,
I stayed a bit longer
than I'd planned.

Well, then this should be
quite a nostalgic vacation for you.

- [Sighs]
- Or are you here on business?

A little of both.

But mostly just
to soak up a lot of sunshine
and good, clean salt air.

[Laughs]
You sound to me like-

like someone with a raging case
of cabin fever.

Mrs. Fletcher, you are a master
of understatement.

Oh. This place could do
with a good airing.

Oh, please, let me get all that.
I've already taken up
too much of your time.

It's no trouble at all.
One last favor.

I've got some papers
your sheriff has to sign.

- Could you tell me where I could find him?
- Four blocks down, turn to the left.

It's on the outskirts of town.
Oops, I'm gonna be late.

Can I drop you somewhere?
Oh, how very kind of you.

A dear friend, Kevin Cauldwell,
is retiring as football coach
of the high school.

A few of us are giving him
a farewell party.

Let's go.
Thank you.

[Man]
I don't mind telling you.
I'm shocked, Perry.

I'm speechless. That's it.
I'm- I'm speechless.

Everyone knows
that I had that accident...

because the car Bill Hampton sold me
was a lemon.

Now I'm welded to this chair for life.

I'm helpless as a baby.

Arnie, what I said
in that courtroom is final.

Now, I am truly sorry
about your accident.

Perry, the stock market
has made me a very rich man.

I am not suing him for the money.
It's the principal of the thing.

Arnie, I can't hear your case
because I have a conflict of interest.

I've known you and Bill since we were kids.
We played on the same football team.

That's exactly my point.

No one has to tell you
how underhanded Bill Hampton is.

- Remember the time he fixed us up
with a couple of chicks-
- That's it, Arnie! Not another word.

Perry, you are very strict.
Very strict.

And also very busy.
So, if you'll excuse me.

See you at Coach's party?
Are you kidding?

The year of'66 was the greatest
thing that ever happened to me.
I'll be there.

[Razor Whirring]
[Knocking]

[Razor Stops]

Sheriff.
Afternoon, Judge.

Could you spare
a few minutes?
Of course. Come on in.

Oh, uh, this is Mr. Durbin.

He's rentin' Lila Small's house
for a few weeks.

Well, welcome to Cabot Cove, Mr. Durbin.

Thank you, Judge.

What can I do for you, Amos?

Eh, never handled anything
like this before, Your Honor.

Thought it'd be best
to check it with you.

[People Chattering]

[Laughing]

Parole papers?

Yes. It seems Mr. Durbin served
20 years in the state prison
for murder.

Oh, dear.
I don't know
the circumstances.

He was paroled a few months ago,
one of the conditions being...

that he register his whereabouts
with an officer of the court.

He sure made Amos Tupper nervous.

Well, it seems hard to believe.

I mean, he's so charming
and intelligent.

Jessica.
Heck of a swan song, Jessie.

Some swan song.
If I know you,
Kevin Cauldwell,

you'll be spending
even more time
at Cabot Cove High.

I fell head over heels for this woman
my first day at the school.

- But for some unfathomable reason,
she wouldn't leave her husband.
- [All Laughing]

Then I met Frank Fletcher,
and I gave up the chase.

Best friends a man could hope for.
It was a two-way street, Kevin.

Those were wonderful years
for all of us.

Mmm, some not so wonderful.

Or maybe you forgot
that football camp of mine.
Oh.

- The one that was gonna make me
the- the next Pop Warner.
- [All Laughing]

Hey, I'm still waiting
for my counselor's salary.

[Sighs]
I'm just kidding. It's-
Coach, I'm kidding.

Remember what I told you guys-
You can't win 'em all.

- Hey, we beat 'em all in '66, Coach.
Remember?
- Yeah, we sure did.

State football champs-
first and only time
for Cabot Cove or me.

Tough act to follow,
but what a year.

I owe it all to you guys-
Perry, Arnie.

Billy.

Danny. Where's-
Where's Danny?

Hey. Dan? Where's Dan Pulling?
Dan never misses a party.

- Especially one with free drinks.
- Hey, zip it up, Arnie.

Touchy, touchy.
What's the matter?

- Feeling a little bit guilty
about firing Dan this morning?
- That's none of your business.

Well, maybe you're just nervous.
I'd be nervous, too, if I was facing
a million-dollar lawsuit.

- Knock it off, Arnie.
- But then it is
the insurance company's money.

I said knock it off!

Excuse me.
I wanna talk toJessica.

It was a great party, Jessica.
Thanks. I mean it.

Everybody chipped in.
But I know whose idea it was,
don't I?

[Laughs]
Any plans?

Yeah. Goin' back to my office.
They're payin' me till Friday.

After that? I guess
it's gonna seem kind of funny.

- After all these years, nothin'to do.
- You could get to like it.

Well, I'll give it a shot.
Thanks for everything.

He'll never be able
to handle it. Hmm.

Thirty years, you don't just quit,
not like this.

If he could quit himself,
it would be much easier.
I really feel sorry for him.

Well, since the guest of honor
has fled the premises,

I hereby declare
this party adjourned.

Let's go, honey.
Jessica, can we drop you?

Oh, thanks.
I thought you'd never ask.

[All Laughing]

Fetch the chariot, my good man.

I don't sell chariots.
It's too hard to get parts.

Uh-oh.

[Perry]
Danny.

Hey, Coach!

- Drunk as hell. Just what we need.
- Come on, Jessica. Let's go.

We'll see you later.
Bye-bye.
Bye.

Maybe I'd better go see
if Dan's okay.
Let Coach handle it.

Tara, l-
Perry, you can't help him.
School's out.

Let's go.

- What is it, Bill?
- It's nothing.

It's just somebody's idea
of a practical joke.

[Phone Ringing]

[Moans]

Hello.
Bill, who is it?

Who are you?
What do you want?

Bill, what's wrong?

What is it?

Bill?

Bill?

What is that?

Oh!
[Jack-in-the-box Laughing]

Bill?
[Laughing Continues]

Bill, talk to me.
Tell me what's happening.

Who's doing this?
Honey, it's nothing. It's nothing.

It's just a... sick practical joke.
That's all.

I'm gonna call SheriffTupper.
No!

I told you. It's just a joke,
a private one.

I'll take care of it myself.

You say you got a good look
at the clipping?

It was from the Gazette.

Something about
a hitchhiker being convicted
and $100,000 in bonds missing,

But it happened years ago.

A hitchhiker?

I have a vague memory of a man
who was murdered in Shawmut.

A hitchhiker was convicted
for the crime,

but they never found he bonds
that he was supposed to have taken.

But that was at least 20 years ago,
I'm sure.

Jessica, I'm worried.

Bill has never kept
anything from me before.

Who's ever behind this,
it's more than just
a practical joke.

And you have no idea
what it could be?

No.

I'm sure Dan Pulling's got
something to do with this-

getting back at Bill
for firing him.

Oh, God.

Can you remember anything else
about last night,

something that Bill might have
said or done?

No. Except-

A car drove by when we were
outside the house.

It was moving very slowly,
as if the driver was watching us.

- Did you get a look at the driver?
- No. It was too dark.

But the car was an old Corvette-
you know, from the '50s.

Will you have a talk
with him, Jessica?

Maybe there's something
that Bill can't tell me because
he doesn't want to frighten me.

- But he might confide in you.
- Of course, Alison.

But I'll have to do
a bit of research first.

[Key Turns In Lock]

Night, fellas.
See you in the morning.

[Tires Screeching]

Jessica.
Oh. Hello, Alison.

I've been looking
all over for you.

Have you talked to Bill yet?
No, not yet.
What's wrong?

It's worse, whatever's going on.
Jessica, he's carrying a gun.
Oh, dear.

Early this morning, I came downstairs,
and I heard Bill on the phone in the study.

He was telling someone
that he was almost killed last night
in the car- run off the road.

He said he thinks he knows who did it,
and they've got to do something
before it's too late.

- Do you know who he was talking to?
- No. Just as I came in the study,
I saw him putting the gun in his pocket.

- Where is he now?
- At the showroom.

Alison, I think you should talk
to SheriffTupper.

No. I can't do that.
He'd never forgive me.

He'd be furious
if he knew I was talking to you.

Hello again.

Ready for that test drive?
Ah, afraid not.

But I brought my baby in
for some minor repairs.

Yeah, she's a real classic,
all right.

Cherry condition.

I saw it parked across the street
from the, uh, Cove Restaurant yesterday.

It does attract attention.

These are pretty hard to come by.
Where did you find this one?

Bought it from a little old lady
over in Shawmut.

Had it garaged ever since
her husband died...

20 years ago.

A tragic incident.
You might remember it.

That's if you were
in these parts back then.

Try me.

Seems this businessman picked up
a hitchhiker one night.

Next thing you know,
the man is dead...

and 100,000 in negotiable bonds
is missing.

Ring a bell?

All right, what do you want?
Why have you come back here?

Sorry for rambling on like that.
Bad habit.

Comes from spending
too many years alone.

It's the electrical system.

The left side doesn't work.

It started acting funny last night.

I just replaced the headlight,
so it, uh- it can't be that.

[Clicks Tongue]
Probably a short.

I'm pretty busy right now.
Why don't you come back about 9:00?
I'll have it ready for you then.

Thanks. See ya at 9:00.

Jessica.

Don't tell me you're
in the market for a car?

Oh, my goodness, no.
I spend enough time sitting as it is.

No, Bill, I came to see you.

Alison told me what happened
last night and this morning.

Oh, come on.
[Chuckles]

Oh, Bill. That nervous laugh.
I remember that
from sophomore English.

It generally meant
that you hadn't done your homework.

- Jessica, come on.
- I don't want to seem to be butting in.

But a man that carries a gun
has to be desperately worried
about something or someone.

Now Alison is terribly worried.

Come on. That's ridiculous. I mean,
Alison and I have never had any secrets.

Why-Why would I
want to start now?

Perhaps this has something
to do with it.

Bill, that was Andrew Durbin
who drove by your house,

Andrew Durbin who left
that bizarre valise
on your doorstep.

But why?
What is the connection
between you two?

Jessica, forgive me.
I never met the man
before yesterday.

And quite frankly, what is going on
between me and my wife
is none of your business.

I'm sorry.
L- I came here as a friend.

Yes, and I'd like
to keep it that way.

Now please excuse me,
because I've got
a very, very busy day.

He was just here.

Durbin. Yes.

No, no. It was him all right.

You bet we're in this together, and we're
gonna take care of him together.

Come to my office
a little before 9:00 tonight.

Yes, of course this is me.
I don't believe I ever
made a secret of it.

Mm-hmm.
And that's the murder
you served the 20 years for.

I served the 20 years, Sheriff.
I did not commit the murder.

- Jury thought otherwise.
- The jury was wrong.

I maintained my innocence then.
I maintain it today.

You have an excellent memory,
Mrs. Fletcher.

The events of the last couple days
have helped to jog it.

All right, Durbin. I want to know
what you're doin' here in Cabot Cove
spookin' Bill Hampton.

Really? Has he filed a complaint?
No, he hasn't.
At least not yet.

But it's evident that you've gone
to a great deal of trouble...

to attract Bill's attention.

Why?

Twenty years ago,
I was a college student...

spending my summer vacation thumbing
from one anti-Vietnam rally to another.

One night over in Shawmut,
I hitched a ride from a businessman.

He wouldn't happen
to have been driving
a Corvette, would he?

Just on the outskirts of Cabot Cove,
we were run off the road
by a teenager playing chicken.

The kid's car had only one headlight.
He came straight at us.

The man swerved the car, hit the shoulder
and cracked his head on the steering wheel.

Now just hold on here.
You're not saying that he died
from that bump on the head.

- 'Cause I read the autopsy report.
- Amos.

Sorry, Miss Fletcher.

No, Sheriff. The man was unconscious,
bleeding heavily from that bump,

but very much alive
when I left the car to get help.

I ran down the road
to a farmhouse we passed.

On the way, I saw the car
with one headlight...

make a turn up ahead
and come back toward the Corvette.

There were people in that farmhouse.
They were watching TV.

I rang the bell. I pounded on the door,
yelled that there'd been an accident.

They kept on watching TV.

By the time I got back to the car,
the man was dead-

his head bashed in, his luggage
all over the roadside.

Just then, a police car pulled up, and-

The rest is a matter of record.

Then you're saying whoever
was in the car with one headlight...

killed the man and stole the bonds.

The police searched
for those bonds for days.
They never found them.

What was I supposed
to have done with them-
burned them? Eaten them?

It made no sense,
but they convicted me anyway.

But you still haven't
answered my question.

What are you to Bill Hampton,
and what is he to you?

While I was in prison, I subscribed
to the Cabot Cove Gazette,

certain I would
find a photo of the kid
I saw in the car that night.

You saw the driver?
Not the driver, Mrs. Fletcher.
The passenger.

That's him. He was in that car
wearing a white dinner jacket,
like kids wear at a prom.

That's right, Mrs. Fletcher.

The murder of that man,
the senior prom at Cabot Cove High-

They happened on the same night.

I don't care what night it was.
Just-Just a minute, Amos.

There were no lights on that road.
How can you be sure
that was Bill Hampton?

Oh, his face has been
burned into my mind
for 20 years.

You haven't identified
the driver, have you?

What makes you so sure
I haven't?

Because you continued to collect
Cabot Cove history...

long after you identified Bill.

Maybe the reason
you were pressuring Bill...

was that you hoped
that he would, uh,

lead you to the driver.

All this theorizing
is gettin' us nowhere.

Now you take my advice, mister.
You leave town before
I put you under arrest.

On what charge, Sheriff?
I haven't broken any law.

No, but you're plannin' to.
By your own admission,
you come here for revenge.

Not revenge. Justice.

And unless I'm mistaken,
neither of you...

would want to see a murder go unsolved
or justice undelivered.

Would you?

[Cauldwell]
This guy Durbin
must be out ofhis mind.

Bill Hampton's the last man on earth
who would murder somebody.

These are my boys, Jessie.

Arnie, Perry, Dan, Bill- especially Bill.
He was like my own son.

That's why I'm here, Kevin.

This will surprise you.
I know it did me.

- But I believe Mr. Durbin's story.
- Jessie.

Not necessarily that he saw Bill
in the car that night,

but that he did see a young man
wearing a white dinner jacket.

- That's ridiculous. He's lying.
- I don't think so.

You were one of the chaperones
at the prom, Kevin. Think back.

Can you remember what Bill did
when it was over?

Jessie, that was 20 years ago.

No, I'm sorry. No way in hell
are you gonna convince me
that one of my boys could kill a man.

Look, Kevin, how do you think I feel?
You coached him. I taught him.

I don't want to believe it
any more than you do,
but he is acting very strangely.

He is carrying a gun,
and he is lying to Alison.

Now, something must be
terribly wrong.

No, no. You're way
off the track, Jessie.

Now, it's not just Bill
that I'm worried about.

I'm sure that Andrew Durbin's
after a second person-

whoever was driving the car
that night.

Has he put a name
to this other person?

No, but my guess is
that he's waiting for Bill
to lead him to the driver of the car.

And you want me to talk to him.

If he'll listen to anyone,
it has to be you.

Okay. I'll tell you this, Jessie.

As far as I'm concerned,
this guy Durbin committed that crime.

And if he thinks he's gonna
lay it off on Bill Hampton-

Kevin, don't do anything foolish.

Yeah, okay.

Guess it was just an old man
wishing-

wishing he were 20 years younger.

[Vehicle Door Closes]

You're early.

[Gun Cocks]

[Police Chatter On Radio]

[No Audible Dialogue]
[Horn Honks]

Miss Fletcher.
Mr. Cauldwell.

Sorry to start your mornin'
off this way.

Oh. Thank you
for calling me, Amos.

Who found Bill's body?
Hal Avery, about an hour ago.

Accordin' to Doc Mathews,
he must've shot himself some time
between 9:00 and 11:00 last night.

Yeah. We found this typewritten note
in the car next to him.

It's pretty clear Bill couldn't
take the pressure that Durbin
was puttin' on him.

Excuse me.
Thanks.

Are you positive that it was
a suicide, Dr. Mathews?

- Bullet in the right temple.
- Yeah, from Bill's own gun.
Checked the registration myself.

Yes, but that doesn't make any sense.
The right temple? Bill was left-handed.

That's right. Bill was the only
lefty quarterback I ever coached.

- But what does that mean?
- It means, it's unlikely
that a left-handed person...

would shoot themselves
in the right temple.

But a stranger, someone who
didn't know Bill very well,

probably wouldn't have known
that he was left-handed.

A stranger?

Uh, don't ask me to be a hypocrite.
Hampton's dead.

In a way, he's paid a debt
long past due.

But did I kill him? No.

Bad news, Miss Fletcher.
He was havin' dinner
at the Cove Restaurant.

- My deputy just confirmed it.
- From 8:00 until they closed,
just past 11:00.

- Long time for supper.
- I'm a slow eater.

They found the keys to his car
locked in Bill Hampton's service office.

Well, Mr. Durbin, it seems
that your mission is accomplished.

I guess you'll be leaving
Cabot Cove.
Not just yet.

Well, I can think of only one reason
that you'd want to stay.

You're hoping that the driver of the car
will reveal himself to you.

You'll understand
if I don't comment on that.

You know what's wrong
with your alibi, Durbin?
It's too airtight.

Now, you're gonna trip up
somewhere.

And when you do, I'm gonna
be there waitin' for you.

Comin', Miss Fletcher?
In a moment, Amos.

I'm sorry, but what you did
was totally reprehensible.

Even though your friend
was guilty of murder?

That was a matter for the courts.

Was it? You mean the same courts
that sent me away to prison?

That robbed me of 20 precious years?

That-That locked me away
in an 8-by-10 cell like an animal
for a crime I didn't commit?

While Bill Hampton
and his confederate were free...

to enjoy a life I never had
and never will have!

You have a bizarre
definition of justice, Mrs. Fletcher.

We still only have your word...

that it was Bill Hampton
that was involved in that killing.

You're a bright woman,
Mrs. Fletcher.

You take this. Read through it.
Read it carefully-

the accounts of the trial, everything.

Then come back and tell me
I'm a killer and Hampton wasn't.

My task here is only half over,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm not leaving until it's finished.

- [Door Closes]
- [Alison] No!

Bill would never commit suicide.
[Perry]
Of course he didn't.

Bill- He was a-
He was a fighter, not a quitter.

"Never Say Die" Hampton.

Twelve points down
in the fourth quarter,

and he couldn't wait
to get out there and
stick it to the other guys.

- Remember, honey?
- Yeah.

Look, all of you, the alternative
is just as hard to take.

I don't think it was suicide.
I think it was murder.

Why would anyone
want to murder Bill?

Let me show you something.

Now you all know
about Andrew Durbin,

but what you may not know
is that he swears...

that he is innocent
of killing that businessman
and stealing those bonds.

And I'm afraid
that I believe him.

But what does that
have to do with Bill's death?

Everything. It's possible
that Bill was involved.

- You don't know what you're saying.
- She seems to know
exactly what she's saying.

I'm sorry, Alison.
I'd give anything to be wrong.

The night of your senior prom,
it's possible that Bill
and someone else...

committed the crime
that Andrew Durbin
went to prison for.

Well, if that's true, then Durbin
must have killed Bill- out of revenge.

No. He has an unshakable alibi.

I see. What you're saying is,

Bill's killer is the person
who was with him
the night of the prom.

Yes. That's a strong possibility.

You were close then, all of you.

You traveled together.
Think back.

Can't you remember anything unusual
that could have happened that night?

We had a hell of a good time.
That's all.

Look, Jessica, I don't like
what you're getting at.

Take it easy, honey.
You're talking after the prom?

It was around midnight, I guess.

A bunch of us drove over
to that all-night diner on Route 6.
We stayed there till after sunrise.

[Alison]
Including me and including Bill.

We left the prom early
and went straight to the diner,
just like everybody else.

Isn't that right, Perry?

That's right.

Bill and Alison were with us.

You're certain, Perry?

Someone else could be in danger
if you're wrong.

They were there, Jessica.
All night.

- Durbin!
- I'm Durbin.

The name's Cauldwell.
Bill Hampton was a friend of mine.

- Hey!
- [Groans]

Kevin! Stop that!

- You bastard! You killed one of my boys!
- Kevin, please!

- Coach, take it easy.
- Get your hands off me! Let go of me!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Kevin, you come with me.

I wanted to kill him.
You might have
succeeded too.

That would have
complicated things.

I'm gonna heat some coffee.
Sit down, Kevin.

So, Jessica, do you really believe
Bill was involved in that killing
20 years ago?

I'm sorry, Kevin,
but, yes, I do.

And what's worse, I think
that someone else was involved.

You know, Alison lied to me,
and Perry swore to it.

Have you been able
to think of anything-

anything that could have happened
that was unusual on the night
of the prom?

Well, after you left my office,
l- I gave it some thought.

Fact is, l- I left early.
Around 11:00- an hour
before the dance was really over.

Oh. Why was that?
The same reason you stayed
home that night- the flu.

Besides, the last thing those kids needed
was good old Coach spying on them.

Then you have no way of knowing
if Bill and Alison left the dance
at the same time.

No, Jessica. I'm sorry.
But what I do remember
about that night is my boys.

I can't- I won't believe
any of them is involved.

- Their killer instincts are restricted
totally to the gridiron.
- Even Dan Pulling?

I seem to remember they used
to call him "the animal."

Yeah. Dan used to have
that kind of wild ferocity...

before he lost it
in a bottle of gin.

Funny. Back then...

Danny never touched the stuff,
not even beer.

I wonder what got him started.

Well, the problem with that theory
is that Dan never had two dimes
to rub together.

If Mr. Durbin's right,
then Bill's accomplice
shared in the spoils.

Which brings me to Arnie Wakeman.
Arnie Wakeman was always
the poorest kid in school, Kevin.

But he managed to make a fortune
on the stock market.

Now, how did he do that?

[Arnie]
I already told the sheriff
I don't know where Dan is.

It's 20 years ago
that I'm curious about, Arnie-

the night of your senior prom.

What about it?

You know, Perry called me
and told me what you've
been up to.

L- I can't believe you're trying
to nail one of us.

For heaven sakes, I'm trying
to get to the truth, Arnie.

Your friend is dead.
Never mind that terrible lawsuit.

He was your friend and mine.

I didn't kill Bill. And I sure as hell
didn't kill the guy in that car
20 years ago.

Well, I've been doing
some digging around.

Four years after the murder, Bill came up
with $50,000 to buy his car company.

Now, I think that it was his half
of the missing bond money.

I always knew
that guy was a crook.

And his partner got the other half.
What are you driving at?

Well, according to the clipping
in the Gazette,

you returned to Cabot Cove
after five years in New York...

having made your fortune
in the stock market.

L- I never did like that picture.

It also says that you parlayed
a $50,000 investment...

into a multimillion-dollar portfolio.

Jessica, you're crazy if you think
I had anything to do with Hampton
killing that guy.

Well, then set me straight.
Tell me.

Where did you get the $50,000
to start with?

I'm warning you.
You ask that question again-

to me or to anybody else-
and I'll sue you for defamation.

Arnie, do you think
that I like this-

coming here, asking questions
of you and Perry?

There's been one murder
in this town.

And unless somebody
gets to the truth now,

there's liable to be another.

I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

Oh, I almost forgot.
I found this special delivery
on your doormat.

It's from the, uh,
insurance company.

I'll just leave it
on this hall table.

My telephone bill.

I'm sorry, Arnie.

I saw the scuff marks
on the newly polished floor,
from a man's shoes.

Maybe we'd better have a talk
with SheriffTupper.

Attempting to defraud
an insurance company.

That's pretty serious business,
Mr. Wakeman.

So I can walk.
I didn't kill Bill.

- And the $50,000?
- It's from an inheritance.

Twenty years ago,
an uncle of mine died
and left me a trust fund.

- I suppose you can prove that.
- Yeah, I can prove that.

- But you did keep it a secret.
- So I wanted to be a big man-

to show all these people
that Arnie Wakeman
had something on the ball,

that I'm not just another poor kid
from the edge of town
with holes in my jeans.

But now the money has run out,

which I assume is the reason that you
decided to sue Bill Hampton.

I phonied the accident.

I got some shyster doctors and lawyers
to swear I was paralyzed.

All in the hope
of collecting enough money
from the insurance company...

to continue your lifestyle.

Hey, if you think it was fun
sitting in that wheelchair,
you guys-

Suppose you tell us
what happened
the night of the prom.

Oh, we're back to that?

Mr. Wakeman, right now
you're in a mess of trouble.
You best cooperate.

Can you remember
anything unusual happening-

something to do with Bill Hampton?

[Scoffing Chuckle]
Sure. Bill was plastered.

Alison left him
flat on the dance floor.

- Then what?
- I don't know.

I think he ran after her.
They had a hell of a row.

He tried to get her to stay,
but she wouldn't.

- About what time was that?
- 11:00.

[Phone Rings]

SheriffTupper here.

That so?

Are you sure about that?

Okay. Thanks a lot.

Well, there goes
my number one suspect.

Dan Pulling- He's been over
in the drunk tank in Bartlesburg
for the past two nights.

Looks like we're right back
to square one.

Jessica?
I'm sorry, Perry.

I should have called first.
Tara and I
were just leaving.

Uh, before you go,
I'd like to ask you all
a question.

Why are three people-

whom I consider very dear
and close friends- lying to me?

That's out of line, Jessica.

I've been talking with several
of your old classmates-

ones who were at the prom
and at the dinner.

And none of them remember
seeing Bill or Alison that evening.

Alison forced you
to back up her story.

I understand, Perry.
You were Bill's closest friend.

- Are you suggesting that maybe
I was in the car with Bill that night?
- No more!

Lying won't bring Bill back
or change the truth.

You and Bill had an argument,
and you left the prom separately.

He was drunk.

He kept trying to make me
leave the prom early...

and go to a motel with him.

I got angry, and I told him-
if that's what he thought of me,

if that's what he wanted,
then he could find himself
another girl.

He wanted to take me home,
but I wouldn't get in the car with him.
He was too drunk.

Was there anyone in the car with him
when he drove off?

He- He didn't drive anywhere.
He walked back inside.

He said that-
[Crying]

He had a trophy to collect.

[Jessica]
Hello, Kevin.

You caught me, Jessie.

I was hearing
the roar of the crowd again,

seeing my boys win
that state championship for me.

One of the advantages of age-

the storehouse of memories
that we get to replay
over and over.

But after 30 years,
to be left with just a-
a handful of memories.

Well, my fault.

I was never one
to plan for the future.

But you did have the opportunity.

Not many high school teachers
get their hands on $50,000.

What are you talkin' about?
Your share of the missing bonds.

Bill used his half
to buy a car lot.

You probably invested yours
in that football camp that you'd
always dreamed of having.

How did you know?

You said that you left
the prom early, at 11:00,
because you weren't feeling well.

Not true, Kevin.

Look at the clock.

You presented the boys
with their trophy at 11:45,

long after you said
you'd left the dance.

You know how many years
that picture's been on my office wall?

Bill Hampton was always your favorite.

When I realized that you lied
about the time you left the prom,

I knew that there had
to be a reason.

You were the other person
in Bill's car that night.

Hmm. Always said Jessie Fletcher
never missed a trick.

I don't understand, Kevin.

How could a fine man like you
commit a cold-blooded murder...

and live with that secret
for 20 years?

In those days, Bill was my boy-

the son I never had.

He was roaring drunk prom night-
too drunk to drive home.

So you put him in your car.

And we had the bad luck
to come upon that man
in the Corvette.

Bill kept grabbing the wheel,
trying to get me
to turn around...

and take him to that diner
where his friends were.

Just then, the Corvette
came round the bend,

and Bill jerked the wheel over hard.

I was worried
the driver might be injured.

Bill was scared and wanted
to get outta there fast.
He was too drunk to think straight.

I swung around and went back.

The door was open
on the passenger side.

I thought the crash
sprang it open.

The driver was unconscious
and bleeding.

Then I saw the bearer bonds
scattered all over the floor
from an open valise.

Good as cash.

The driver came to
and saw me holding the bonds.

[Stammers]
That's- That's when I panicked, Jessie.

The sight of all that money
just there for the taking.

I didn't even think about it.
I just picked up a rock,
and I hit him- again and again!

I hadn't planned it, Jessie.

But the man was dead.
There were all those bonds and-

- Done was done.
- Yes, but what about Bill?

The boy idolized me.

Would have done anything for me,
and he did.

And once Bill sobered up,
you swore him to secrecy
in return for half the bonds.

That's right, Jessie.

We sat on those bonds
for a couple of years
and then cashed them in.

And allowed Andrew Durbin
to spend 20 years in prison...

for a crime that you committed.

I know. It was a terrible thing.

But I've lived with that secret
for 20 years, Jessie.
Do you understand?

I guess-

I guess I should've known
that nothing good would've-

[Exhales]
Come of that money.

[Amos]
A couple of things
I don't understand, Miss Fletcher.

Could I get you
another piece of pie, Amos?

Well, now that you offer.
It is mighty good.

As I was sayin', I wonder
why Coach Cauldwell
and Bill Hampton...

didn't just
kill this fella Durbin.

That wouldn't have been very smart.
That's as good as saying
that he was right,

and it would have
opened up the case again.

The other thing.

Coach shot Bill Hampton
on the right side of the head
to fake the suicide,

but he knew that Bill
was left-handed.

Yes, but he wanted us think
that a stranger had done it-

someone that didn't know that,
like Mr. Durbin.

[Doorbell Rings]
Who can that be?

Excuse me, Amos.
Mm-hmm.

Mrs. Fletcher.
Mr. Durbin.

I came to say good-bye
and to thank you.

I'd rather you didn't.

But I was telling you the truth,
and I did spend 20 years
in prison unjustly.

Yes. And I'm sorry.

But you knew when you came here
what would happen.

I wasn't sure, but I did warn you
I was after justice.

I can't help but think that justice
could have been served
in a better way.

Oh?
Well, you give it some thought,
Mrs. Fletcher.

And when you figure out
what could have been,
you let me know.

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