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This is my boss, Jonathan Hart.

He's a millionaire, self -made.

And this is his wife, Jennifer.

She's quite a lady.

Oh, and that's me.

My name is Max.

I take care of the Cheneys, because when
they met, it was murder.

I knew they were up to something.

Oh, my God, you scared me half to death.

Half to death.

Half to death.

You know, I never could understand
exactly what that meant. You know, you

shouldn't be out in this weather.

Like, that's my death, huh?

There's another one. Catch my death.

Charlie, Charlie, that's enough now.
That's enough now. Come on, now.

What about you?

I'll be all right. I'll talk to you
tomorrow.

Bye, Eleanor.

That's what you care about.

Isn't this a great way to start the day?

There's only one thing better.

Jonathan.

Would you, uh... Would you rub my back?

Please?

Well,

you remember the problems he was having
with the geological reports?

No, not really.

He ended up having to redesign the whole
layout.

He did.

It may have turned out better than the
original plan.

Oh.

You remember where the rise in the main
house is?

Vaguely.

Well, let's say that, uh...

Right here is the rise and the main
house.

And on down the road,

there's the stables on the right.

I can't imagine a better location for
us. Oh, wait.

We haven't even gotten to the good part
yet.

That's what you think.

Freeway, freeway, where are you?

Freeway, freeway, go.

Freeway, go.

Those obedience lessons really paid off.

Would you go?

Your kibble's going to get cold.

Why did you do that?

It's a male thing.

Now, where were we?

At the rise at Rogers Ranch.

Good morning, Max.

A telegram for you, Mrs. H.

A telegram?

I didn't think people said telegrams
anymore.

Like an old movie when you get a wire
and someone's close to you and...

Something wrong, darling?

Eleanor Biddlecomb died.

An automobile accident.

I'm sorry, darling.

Eleanor Biddlecomb, isn't that the woman
you used to work for back at the

newspaper and watch its face?

Kingman's Ferry.

She was more than just someone I used to
work for, Max.

She was my teacher, my mentor.

I learned more from Biddy in one year
than I learned from six years in

You met Eleanor, Max.

Don't you remember?

When Jennifer's book was first published
at the signing? Oh, yeah, that good

-looking feisty boy at the front of the
line who demanded a free copy.

I remember that.

She said she shouldn't have to pay
because she invented me.

I tried to get her telephone number.

Couldn't score it.

I can't believe she's gone.

Every time I sit down to write, I feel
Biddy looking over my shoulder,

pushing me.

cajoling me, encouraging me.

That won't change.

She'll always be there for that.

I just wish I had a chance to look her
in the eye one more time.

Maybe a chance to say goodbye is the
next best thing.

Oh, darling.

Kingman's very the long way away.

I know.

But Eleanor isn't.

Oh, God. It's just as beautiful as I
remember.

Clayman's Bridge.

How did you know that?

It says so right there.

Clayman's Bridge, 1892.

Oh.

This used to be the main route into
town. I wonder why they haven't kept it

Well, after a hundred years, I guess it
turned into the main route leading down

into the river.

Wood gets old.

Cars are heavier than horse -drawn
wagons.

But this bridge used to be a legend.

Isn't there a lot of legends in this
part of the world? Oh, but this was a

romantic legend.

The man who built this bridge was
someone called Jeffrey Clayman.

And the morning he finished it, the sun
was coming up over those hills.

One of the girls in town snuck out of
the house at sunrise, ran right over

and kissed him in the middle of the
bridge to congratulate him.

I guess they didn't know about rock
stars then, huh?

Do you want to hear this? All right,
sure.

Are you sure? Yeah. All right. Anyway,
supposedly the couple was inseparable.

Eventually they married, and they lived
together for 70 years. And they even

died together in the same bed on the
same day.

They were supposedly as much in love as
the day they were married.

That must have been a hell of a kiss. Uh
-huh.

Well, that's the legend.

If two lovers kiss in the middle of
Clayman's Bridge at sunrise, their love

last forever.

Does the legend say anything about two
people standing at the entrance of

Clayman's Bridge with the sunlight still
shining on them during the day?

I don't think so.

I don't think we should risk it. No?

Think it'll work?

That ought to last us through dinner.

over right here. Pull right in front of
him.

Hey -ya! Hoo -ya!

Welcome to Kingman's Ferry. You're gonna
love it! Hi, Charlie!

You know me?

Do you remember me, Jennifer?

Yeah, that's it!

Jennifer Edwards.

You're right, that's you!

Yes! Well, how's it going?

How's it flowing?

It's flowing just great, Charlie.

Good. I like to hear good news.

Good for the intestines, good for the
liver, good for the heart.

Good for you, Miss Edwards.

Ah.

Hey, Miss Edwards, you know what? What?

Welcome to Kingman's Ferry. You're going
to love it.

Gotcha, Charlie.

Bye. Bye.

I don't believe he's still around.

Charlie Loomis. He's a sort of
unofficial town greeter.

Interesting character.

Isn't he?

In high, out low.

Something's up, don't you know?

How does it

look?

I don't know.

Different.

Really different.

It's always a little surprising.

I suppose so.

I guess people in places always stay the
same in your memory, don't they?

I don't know.

Something's not right.

Has it changed that much?

Yeah.

The place was full of life once.

It was bustling.

Oh, maybe it's just because Biddy's
gone.

He was Kingman's fairy to me.

So Eleanor is no longer with us.

The dream she had remained.

as alive today as ever.

That dream is Kingman's Ferry.

The town, its people, its future.

But Eleanor only planted seeds.

If we are ever to see her dream in full
bloom, it is up to us, people who live,

work, and raise families here, to
nurture and feed what Eleanor started.

A rich harvest follows a season of hard
work.

And what we reap from Eleanor's dream
will be more than a well -worth

effort.

Eleanor, while your spirit moves on to a
gentle peace,

part of it will always remain in the
hearts and

dreams of your friends.

In high, out low.

Makes you wonder what I know.

Jennifer Edwards.

Captain Jack.

Only it's not Edwards anymore, it's
Jennifer Hart.

Well, your name may have changed, but
you are as beautiful as I just saw you

yesterday.

Captain Jack is our neighborhood lady
killer. I can certainly see why. My

husband, Jonathan.

How do you do? Quentin Jackson.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Hart.

Thank you.

For a while, we weren't sure you two
were going to make it.

What did he mean, he didn't think we'd
make it?

Did you tell anyone we were coming?

No, not at all.

If you don't mind my asking, Mrs. Hart,
they've been promising a middle school

around here for years.

What I want to know is when is it going
to happen? How much longer do we have to

wait? Probably as long as it's going to
take to redo the cannery. Or is that

just another empty promise, Mr. Hart?

Still ain't a deep and sewer on my
block.

If you can't dig a hole, I mean, maybe
you ought to just handle a rope -o.

Hey, people, this is not the time.
Answer the question.

I would if we understood.

You want to understand it? Take a drive
down Pike Lake.

Garbage is not going to be picked up in
two weeks. My daughter has to share her

classroom with sixth graders.

The least you can do is put a tax on
those truckers who've been tearing up

road down by the interstate.

That's right.

I have a car.

Let them go now. You're going to answer
all your questions.

You're going to answer all your
questions.

You're going to answer all your
questions.

You look like you needed some help.

I'm Jeremy Sennett.

Jonathan Hart.

Mrs. Hart. Yes.

Well, I am glad to meet the both of you
at long last.

What do you mean, at long last?

Well, this is a small town, Mrs. Hart.
Word gets around quickly.

Word of what?

I think I can explain a little better
down at my office.

Oh, so you... You were Eleanor's
attorney.

Oh, I'm everyone's attorney, Mrs. Hart.
This is what you classify as a one

-horse town. There is not much room for
competition.

I'll be right back.

I take it from your reaction to the
crowd out there, you weren't aware of

Eleanor's status in Kimmons Ferry.

Her status?

I was aware that she was a respected
citizen and that she owned the

You weren't aware?

that Eleanor Biddlecombe owned Kingman's
Ferry?

She owned the town?

I didn't know that.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Hart.

From sea to shining sea, every last
piece of it. Come on in.

You see, Kingman's Ferry was never
incorporated by the state.

Sit down.

The army requisitioned the land, and
that was from Eleanor's great -great

-and -so -forth grandfather.

They built a fort on it and won a war.

Eventually, somebody reminded the army
of the Biddlecomb and they returned the

property. By that time, of course, a
small community had grown up around the

fort. Well, the fort was no longer in
existence, but the property always

remained in private hands.

So Eleanor was responsible for
everything that happened around here?

Oh, yes and no.

We have general elections just like
everyone else. We have a mayor.

We also have a chief of police.

But, yes, when you come to the bottom
line, if everything else failed,

people went to Eleanor to bail them out.

I think I feel an and coming on here.

And here it comes.

See, about a year ago, Eleanor asked me
to draw up a new will.

She was getting along in years. She had
no children. None of the family were

left. Her main concern was the future of
this town.

She wanted to hand it over to somebody
who was capable and fit and honest.

And? And.

That is why, as of last Friday, Mrs.
Hart, you became the new owner of

Kingman's Ferry.

Not for the better, I'm afraid.

Fishing was the life's blood at this
place. Sometimes I'd come down here in

morning and watch the fishermen work
with their nets.

There were tons of boats. It was really,
really busy.

Unfortunately, except for Captain Jack
and a couple of hangers -on, the fishing

business is practically nonexistent
here.

Really?

Eleanor wanted to bring it all back. The
complete restoration of the entire

downtown area.

The museum, the cannery, the docks.

The town square looks brand new.

Well, that was Captain Jack's doing.

The square, the park, the restoration of
the original gas lamps, that was his

gift to the town.

Very generous.

So when Eleanor died, she not only left
me the town and all the people, she left

me her hopes and dreams along with it.

That about sums it up.

Ought to be a cinch.

I don't know how owning a town works,
Jeremy. Did Eleanor collect taxes, rent?

Eleanor couldn't legally and didn't
collect taxes. But you see, she was sort

chief cook and bottle washer around
here, so if people could afford to pay

rent, they usually paid it to her.

I think if that's the past tense.

You take it right, sir.

Eleanor's heart was somewhat larger than
her pocketbook.

Mrs. Hart, there's one other thing I
should tell you.

See, there is a codicil in the will. You
do not have to accept Kingman's Ferry.

I don't?

Well, if I don't, what happens to the
town?

It will probably revert to the county.

And seeing the county is broke, they'll
probably kick it back to the state.

And then?

Most likely.

The state will reapportion the lands.

They'll divide it up between the
different townships.

And Kingman's Ferry will quietly fade
into the sunset.

What do you think, darling?

I think it's your decision.

I knew that's what you'd think.

Did you say there was a mayor in town?

Oh, yes.

Well, maybe we should go see him. I have
a thousand and one questions.

He's probably the only one who could
clear them up.

Oh, well, we do have a mayor, but he and
the word clear are rarely mentioned in

the same sentence.

Excuse me, Mayor Trout?

Mayor Trout.

Sorry,

Mayor. Didn't mean to disturb you.

Why say yes when what you mean is no?
Something I wonder about all the time.

You?

You know, if you folks would just take a
peek at the calendar, you'd notice that

today is Sunday.

We're closed.

Chris, if you got business, you can
always make an appointment with my

secretary.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to do
my morning in private.

Mayor,

my name is Jennifer Hart.

Jennifer Hart.

This is my husband, Jonathan Hart.

Jonathan Hart.

Hart.

Hart.

That kind of rings... Hart!

Oh! Oh!

You... You're Eleanor's friend?

Yes.

She said you were a pip. She sure knew
how to pick a man.

Forgive the disarray, Sunday, you know.

Oh, I missed that one.

No problem.

Oh.

Terrible business, all this.

All this?

Let me give you a piece of advice, huh?

Why don't you go get a souvenir?

You know, one of those nice little gone
fishing signs. They're cute.

Get in your car.

Go on back home.

Mayor, as you must know, Eleanor
Biddlecombe left Kingman's Ferry to my

If she takes your advice, this town is
going to die.

I don't know how to break this to you.

But haven't you noticed the funny smell
around here?

The corpse has already got rigor mortis.
He just forgot to bury it.

Sorry I missed some of your campaign
speeches.

They must have been very inspiring.

Folks, take the advice of an old drunk.

Go on home.

You don't want to end up like Eleanor.

Maybe he's right, darling. Maybe things
have gone too far to bring back.

Is that the I don't know if I can do
this part of you talking? No, that's the

don't know if I can live up to Eleanor's
dream part of me talking.

What did he mean when he said he hoped I
wouldn't wind up like Eleanor?

I think Mayor Trout is a man who has a
lot of pain and a lot of heart.

I think he suffers in his own way, and I
think he probably understood how

Eleanor suffered in hers.

Well, it's still a very peculiar thing
to say.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

Oh, Jonathan.

It's my old office.

On Sunday? Uh -huh. I'm sure it's all
locked up. Not if you know the secret.

I'm sick.

Look at that.

Is that the Kingman Ferry equivalent to
breaking and entering?

I am entering, but I am not breaking the
thing.

Oh!

I must have thrown away thousands of
paper.

It was amazing how much I didn't know.

CG I never heard.

Must be quite a memory.

Yes, it was.

Oh, but Johnny, that was a long time
before I met you.

Um, that's Eleanor's desk over there.

Anything interesting?

No.

Nothing.

This used to be one of the best small
-time newspapers in the country.

Eleanor was ferocious about pursuing the
truth.

We had subscribers in most of the major
cities, and some of our stories even

went national.

Now it's just full of ads and wedding
announcements.

Not a single editorial.

you supposed to be here?

Somebody's got to get lunch.

Mom's been stuck in the darkroom for
over an hour.

Darkroom.

I swear, it's easier putting on eye
makeup in the dark.

Oh, oh my goodness.

I'm sorry.

Hi. Uh, oh.

Sorry.

Claire Stinson, my daughter Abby.

Jennifer Hart, my husband Jonathan.

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

We weren't sure you two were coming.

Oh, um, forgive the mess back here.
We're just getting settled.

Are you living here?

No. I mean, it's only temporary.

You see, Jim had to, um... Oh, that's
Abby's father. He had to sort of, um...

Well, sort of leave.

As soon as we get enough money together,
we're going to move right back into our

old place. It shouldn't take too long.

Anyway, I figured since...

I was working out the paper and seemed
to spend most of the day here.

I figured, what the heck, it was a short
commute.

You might want to eat this before it
gets cold.

Sweetheart, it only takes two seconds,
right? I mean, to reheat?

I'll be right back, baby.

Okay, but don't blame me if it gets
cold.

It's tough, having an eight -year -old
mother.

She did.

She said you were the best reporter she
ever had.

When I needed a job, she hired me. I
think she was just doing me a favor,

especially since I'd never taken a
photograph or worked for a newspaper

But secretly, I don't know, I think she
hoped I might turn out like you.

really wasn't a paper anymore it's just
a bunch of one ants that kind of thing

eleanor was working on a story though
and when it was ready she was going to

the paper back up on its feet she made
it sound like something big i guess um i

guess we won't know now yeah especially
since most of the pages have been torn

out of her notebook can i see that doc

a struggle to regain the past.

At first look, Kingman's Ferry is just
another small town suffering along with

many others the difficult transition
into the present.

But have we looked below the surface
here?

Is there more impeding this town's
survival than meets the eye?

Has someone or something and then it's
torn out?

Is that what Eleanor was working on?

I guess so. I really didn't ask too many
questions.

I noticed there's some more questions
here.

Problems regarding the cannery, the
museum is on shaky ground.

This is an interesting place.

It certainly is.

Eleanor would have had her hands full
trying to restore this.

The whole place seems pretty shaky.

The people certainly seem to have lost
faith in Kingman's fairy.

It's a shame about this place.

It certainly is beautiful.

I think I have to do this, Jonathan.

It's not just the town, it's the people.

I know. There must be dozens of families
struggling to make ends meet, just like

Claire.

Jennifer, why don't you finish Eleanor's
article and print it?

Yeah. If I could get the story out, then
people all over could find out what's

going on with towns like this.

Who knows, maybe someone would even be
motivated to help.

I had a paper room. I'll pitch in.

I knew you would.

If Eleanor were watching right now,
she'd be very happy.

There'll be some papers for you to sign
some legal goody work, but I'll try and

make it as painless as possible. We can
do it in the morning.

All right.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

These coffins are wonderful.

They are another gift from our
benefactor, Captain Jack.

Every weeknight.

They are nice, though.

Is something wrong?

No, just something familiar, something
in the air.

Brought back memories.

There are lots of things about towns
like this that have that effect on

Well, I'm going to turn in. I'll see you
in the morning.

Good night.

And welcome, boy.

Thank you. Good night. Night.

When you really look at a place like
this, you realize that it's towns like

these that people grew up thinking of.

You mean half expecting to see Huck Finn
running down the block, his fishing rod

flapping over his shoulder trying to
catch up with Tom Sawyer? Something like

that.

We used to be proud of towns like this
where everybody knew each other. You

didn't have to lock your door at night.
And you knew where your children were.

Maybe that's the way I'll start the
article.

The feeling of warmth.

The genuine warmth.

Sense of welcome.

Yes.

That's it. That's it all.

Other than the artwork, anything else?
Nothing stolen?

No. Just what you think.

Well, I wouldn't put much stock in it.
More than likely, it's a kid's prank. A

little vicious vandalism. I wouldn't
lose any sleep over it.

Kid's prank?

Whatever happened to phony phone calls
and Prince Albert in a can?

Times have changed, Mrs. Hart. Even in a
little burg like this, fun can get

pretty damn near too nasty.

Well, I'll let you know if I come up
with anything.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hart.

Mr. Hart, I wish we could be of more
help, but unfortunately, nobody saw the

thing. In any case, we'll get this
cleaned up the first thing in the

Thanks very much.

You don't believe that kid's prank
either, do you? No, I don't.

I also didn't think I could score any.

Points with the local constable by
offering up theories.

How about scoring some points with me?

Well, it's pretty clear that everyone's
not too thrilled with you taking up

where Eleanor left off.

Which doesn't make any sense at all.
Exactly. Why would anyone want to stop

Kingman's Ferry from getting back on its
feet?

All right. Why?

I don't have any answers.

I have a theory. Which is?

Which is that whoever did this wasn't
any happier when Eleanor was at the

What are you suggesting? I'm suggesting
that if I'm right, that the new owner of

the town is probably in danger, too. Am
I scoring any points with you?

You sure are.

He did say to come by this morning,
didn't he?

Yeah, that's what he said.

Over here.

Well.

I expected to find you behind a bunch of
legal book.

I told you it was a small town. I double
as a sign painter.

Tonight?

Isn't it a little late to advertise?

Oh, well, that's the hazards of double
duty.

Anyway, everybody already knows about
the dance. The sign, it's merely a

tradition.

Oh, by the way, I heard you had a little
trouble over at the hotel.

We thought it was trouble. Your police
chief didn't seem to be too concerned.

Ports of habit.

There's usually very little around here
to be concerned about.

Do you think there was more to it?

Not my department, Mrs. Hart.

I am an attorney. I create trouble. I do
not explain it.

Oh, I guess you're here to sign the
papers?

Yes.

But, uh, if you don't mind, with a pen.

Oh.

Give me a minute.

Red paint?

All right, enough!

I'm swallowing this stuff!

It's water, it's good for you. Oh, come
on. All right, now what do you want from

me?

I want to talk to you.

All right?

Put some dry clothes on. I'll make you
some coffee. Meet me downstairs.

What a nice guy.

Here you go. I missed that one.

Hope you had a good reason for clearing
my head back there.

Everything looks so good.

Through the haze.

That's coffee!

Good. You're alert.

Yeah, but it's only coffee.

I gotta liven this up a little bit. I'm
there.

got a feeling that she meant a lot to
you, right?

Like a heartbeat.

Breathing air.

What about it?

Well, you said something yesterday.

You didn't want Jennifer to end up like
Eleanor.

What'd you mean by that?

I gotta fix this coffee. There's some
cream right here on the table.

to a lot of my parties, you know.

Mayor, what did you mean when you said
you didn't want her to end up like

Eleanor?

Look, open your eyes. Look around.

You don't see Eleanor sitting here
enjoying a cup of coffee with us, do

had an accident.

An accident.

And I'm walking straight lines.

You don't think it was an accident?

Something funny's going on around this
town.

Crazy things. Really strange things.

What kind of strange things?

People coming and going at all hours.

Dancing, prancing, shaking, quaking.

I don't know. Something smells around
here. It's stinking up the whole road.

Oh, Mayor, I'd like to help you, but I
can't unless you tell me what you're

talking about.

I don't understand it either.

I can show you.

Good. Finish your coffee and we'll go.

Oh, just a minute.

Back up.

Hold your horses.

Nothing's going to happen at daytime.

Everything goes on at night.

Well, there's a barn dance tonight. And
from what I understand, everybody in

town will be there.

Yeah, well, there'll be a lot of dancing
and prancing. This whole town is

turning downright musical.

Can you show me tonight?

Meet me at the dance.

I'll slip out around 10 o 'clock.

We'll end up like Eleanor.

Meet me tonight.

10 o 'clock?

And, uh, try to pick with the coffee.

Sometimes I think she works harder than
I do.

It's tough to be a single mom, huh?

Oh, but I'm not a single mother. It's
nothing like that.

Oh, I thought that you and Jim were...
That Jim had to leave? I didn't mean me

and Abby. He had to leave to find work.

Oh, I'm sorry. I misunderstood the whole
thing.

See, my husband's in construction.

Only the last few years, there hasn't
been any business.

He finally had to leave town just to
find work.

How often do you get to see each other?

He was down about four months ago.

Spent a three -day weekend with me and
Abby.

That lion, she's got a death grip on. He
gave her that. Now she doesn't go to

sleep for that. It's hard on her, him
being away.

It's hard on both of us.

Gosh, what am I doing?

I didn't mean to ramble on like that.
Oh, no, that's all right.

Here.

This is for you.

For me?

Uh -huh.

Abby wanted you to have it.

Oh, look at this.

Beautiful. Jim makes them in his spare
time.

Oh, it's lovely. He sent it to her and
she wanted you to have it.

Oh, well, that's so sweet. I have to
thank her when she wakes up.

I made her take a nap because of the
dance tonight.

Hey, you and Mr. Hart, you are going to
go, aren't you? I think so.

Tell me something, Claire. What do
people around here wear to a barn dance?

Thank you.

Okay. Thank you.

Nobody ever told me that two -stepping
was like country aerobics. The price of

popularity.

We haven't had a chance to talk. Did you
find out anything?

The way you look in those jeans, it may
have to wait.

I cannot go home tonight and miss the
chance to dance with the prettiest girl

the dance.

Ah, well.

Thank you.

a dancing fool.

Not for long. I am absolutely exhausted.

With all your dance partners, did you
manage to find out anything from anyone?

Nothing. Not a thing.

It was a review of Eleanor's funeral.
Every time I got close to somebody, they

wanted to know when I was going to fix
the sewers.

I think we should have come in disguise.

With that face, they'd have seen right
through you.

Are you sweet -talking me, honey?

Are you buying?

Oh, yes, I'm buying. Then I'm sweet
-talking you. Oh, good. How did you do?

Except for Mayor Trout, who was supposed
to meet me here, about the same as you.

Loose lips sink ships.

Well, if no one's going to open up to
us, how are we going to find out what's

going on?

That's why I called Bill to Water Bill.

Friendly face, kindly manners.

Maybe they'll talk to him.

Bill to Water Bill.

I'll explain in the morning.

Why not now?

Well, I've got trout to fry and your
public awaits you. I wish I could get a

massage tonight.

Oh, be careful what you wish for.

Might come true.

Promise.

Hey, Charlie.

How's it going?

School night.

I know the feeling.

You haven't seen Mayor Trout around,
have you? Walter? Yeah, sure.

Went into the museum about 20 minutes
ago.

Mayor Trout?

I couldn't find him, Charlie.

Is there any chance he came out of the
museum while you were here?

Unless there's a back door I didn't know
about, hard to know how he could do

that.

There's something going on down by the
water, though.

What's going on, Chief?

Well, it looks like our mayor had one
too many and walked himself off the end

the pier into the water.

Is he all right?

No, he's not, Mr. Hart. He's dead.

Well, I suppose that just blows your
kid's prank theory.

Why is that? I don't know what one thing
has to do with the other.

You're assuming there's a connection
between what happened in your hotel room

and the mayor's death.

I think it's a lot more than an
assumption, Chief.

I was with the mayor earlier.

He said he had something to show me,
something he thought was important

concerning Eleanor's accident.

We were supposed to meet tonight. As you
can see, that meeting never took place.

But if I follow your theory, Mr. Hart,
what you're saying is that we've got a

string of murders and vandalism here in
Kingman's Ferry and it took your

presence to uncover it.

It's more than theory, Chief.

What I do know is Eleanor was working
very hard to get this town back on its

feet.

She died and turned that job over to my
wife. Suddenly someone doesn't want us

here and the only person willing to
help...

Just rode out of here in a plastic bag.
I just don't think we're dealing with

coincidence here. I'll make a note of
that, Mr. Hart.

File it under H.

Oh, sorry.

Take my advice, folks. Leave the police
work to the police. It's healthier for

everyone involved.

Excuse me.

Diving gear?

Is that a standard department issue?

Strictly personal. In the Navy, I did it
for a living. It's recreational.

You dive?

Yeah, a little bit.

The Red Sea?

I'll take my word for it. If you haven't
seen the local shelf, you've missed

something. It's not the Red Sea, but
it's worth seeing.

I'll see you later.

Can I fire him?

I don't think so.

He's elected.

Oh, too bad.

I'm beginning to think that my story
goes well past the human interest angle.

You might check out the Hall of Records.

You might find that someone wants to see
this place stay the way that it is.

Tax reports, city records, whatever you
could come up with. Darling, a town this

small doesn't have a Hall of Records.

Well, an alcove of records, then.

They've got to keep that stuff
someplace.

Town Hall.

Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

Jeremy, what are you doing here this
late?

I just had something to give you. I've
been knocking on your door.

Oh, this is a terrible business about
Mayor Trout.

Terrible business?

That seems to be the party line around
here.

Well, anyway, I left something by your
phone.

I asked the desk clerk to let me in. I
told him you wouldn't mind.

Why don't you just leave it downstairs?

Well, it's something very personal.

Fewer hands, less people to blame when
something goes wrong.

See, I was going through some of
Eleanor's things that I found she'd left

something for you.

So I thought you should have it as soon
as possible.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh, good night. Good night.

I wonder what this is all about.

By the phone?

By the phone.

The letter.

Mr. President, there it is.

Oh, it's broken.

Yeah.

It must have slipped off the edge of the
front wall.

What's in the

letter?

Oh.

It's from Eleanor.

Dear Jennifer.

By now you either resent me terribly for
the position that I put you in, or

you've already been back to the office,
blown the dust from your old desk,

rolled up your sleeves and are now well
into the job at hand.

If you're as obstinate as I believe you
to be, and hopefully encouraged, you're

up to your pretty ankles by now.

Dreams don't come easily.

We both know that.

Between you and me, you're the only one
who could see this thing through.

Truth and courage.

Eleanor.

City side?

Me. That makes you the over -easy with
hash.

This is your idea of local color?

Oh, come on, it's great.

I think my...

Local color is going to end up on the
green side. Darling, when in Rome...

in Rome, I usually eat at Gigi Fazi.

Ah, but a Gigi no gotta the combi
fashion like at this place.

Mangia.

What do you think?

Don't tell my arteries.

It's terrific.

I told you so.

Do svidaniya.

Biltwater Bell.

Hey, Mrs. H.

And his dog.

How did you know it was me?

Because no one else would call me Mrs.
H.

Take a picture. It'll last longer.

You're having a hearty breakfast?

I'll have a hearty breakfast, too.

Bring hearty breakfast.

Maybe it would be a good idea if you
went to the Queen's English.

Long live the Queen.

Anything else?

I'll have what my comrades are having,
too.

They're having the check, baby.

You want one, too?

And your telephone number.

The door seems pretty fishy to me.

And I don't mean the seafaring way, Mrs.
H.

Yeah, it doesn't hold water on our end
either, Max.

I was supposed to meet Mayor Trout in
the museum. A man called Charlie Loomis

saw him go in, but never saw him go out.

So how did he end up drowned in the bay
a half a mile away?

That's a good question, Mr. H.

How? I don't know, Max. I was hoping you
could help us put together some of the

pieces around here.

Good. What do you want me to do?

I thought you could talk to some of the
locals and, uh...

Max, go easy on the Russian lingo, will
you? Oh, gee.

Maybe they'll open up to you, tell you
something they haven't told us.

Just charm them and gain their
confidence.

Yeah, something like that. I think we'll
start with Charlie Loomis. He's the man

I was telling you about.

Jonathan.

Charlie?

Darling, we have to start somewhere.

And Charlie does a lot of skulking
around. At least if he doesn't know

he sees everything that's going on.

Charlie acts like he's the town crazy,
but there's a lot more going on there

than meets the eye, I think.

You want me to call you at your hotel?

No, Max, we'll keep in touch with you.
I'm going to go down to the docks, poke

around, and see if anybody saw anything
going on around there last night.

Jennifer's going to go over to City Hall
and go over the town records.

We'll keep in touch with you.

Much in quite a short time.

Max.

I mean, sure thing, Mr. Wright.

Yeah, right down there.

Hello, anybody in there?

I'm looking for Morrissey.

Morrissey? Yeah, a man named Morrissey.

You know him?

Nobody here by that name.

What's going on out here?

Mr. Hart!

What's going on?

We heard someone moving around out here.

We didn't realize who it was at first.

Sorry, Mr. Hart. We've been having a lot
of problems with theft here lately.

Brock?

Sorry, Mr. Hart.

You two go finish up in the Susan. I'll
take care of Mr. Hart.

Sorry about that.

The boys there are a little overzealous
sometimes.

Been kind of rough on them the last few
years.

Business is bad.

They lost their mom three years ago.

I guess they tend to be pretty
protective over what they got left.

I apologize for the bad manners.

Apologies accepted.

Are you sure you won't come with us? I
can't give you a ride.

No, no, no. I'll be back. I mean, I'll
be all right. I'll see you later. Later.

Bye.

What'd you find out?

What would you say if I told you that
the electrical bill for the museum was

nearly $4 ,000 a month?

I'd say that they ought to check out
that light bulb.

And that's not all.

I decided it would be a good idea to
check the gas bill with all those new

in town.

And?

There was no gas bill.

There's no gas bill? No.

So what's lighting the lamps?

Gas. But where are they getting it?

Let's take a drive over to Waterford.
Check with gas and electric. Maybe they

can clear things up.

Good idea.

I can't stop.

Are you okay?

No.

Unfortunately, we never got to water.
Jonathan did some following up on the

telephone. I'm telling you, Mrs. H, Mr.
H may be on to something.

This Charlie guy goes around snooping a
little too much for a crazy guy.

I find it so hard to believe.

Charlie's always been so harmless.

Well, you know what they say about these
quiet, harmless types, Mrs. H.

Jonathan wants you to stick by Charlie,
unless you come to a dead end.

And then you could go down to the
waterfront and find out if anybody saw

anything last night.

Got you, Mrs. H.

What's Mr. H up to?

Uh, I don't know.

He's staring.

Bye, Max.

Shaking and quaking and prancing and
dancing.

Well, the transmission's all shot to
hell.

I don't know she's even worth fixing.

Well, we'll let the rental company make
that decision.

That's probably best.

Tiger! Shut up!

Do you do a lot of salvage? No one else
around to do it.

Parts, mostly.

Decent money in it.

Saves time when my customer's in a
hurry.

You wouldn't by any chance have Eleanor
Biddlecombe's car here, would you?

74 Plymouth.

Around the back.

Mind if we take a look?

Well, it ain't worth much.

Take a look, though, if it makes you
happy.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Easy, tiger.

Shut up!

Darling, what are you looking for?

Well, maybe what happened to our car
wasn't just bad luck.

Someone may have figured that if it
worked on Eleanor, it may have worked on

Did you find anything?

Uh... Yeah.

There it is.

What?

Clean and clear.

The brake lines.

They've been cut right through.

This is very disturbing news, Mr. Hart.
What you're saying is true.

Well, there are no ifs, Jeremy.

Eleanor Biddlecum was murdered.

Jeremy, why wasn't there an
investigation?

Why did everybody just assume it was an
accident?

Kingman's Ferry?

Who would be expecting such a thing?
Well, maybe that's exactly what the

murderer was counting on.

Mr. Hart, if you know something
concerning Eleanor's death, I really

about it. When I do, you will, Jeremy.

Come on, darling.

Chief Carson?

Great. What do you think, Junior?

I thought so.

If you want to live, you'll stay right
there.

Living is a good idea.

Looks like you and me have reached...
The end of the line, pal.

Is this it?

He said the rock's behind Charlie's
shack.

You okay?

What'd you find out?

Better see for yourself.

Oh, my God, Max. What is this?

Tunnels, Miss Edwards.

Rum running tunnels.

Only I don't think it's rum they're
running through this baby.

Hi -ya, hoo -ya.

You guys aren't the only ones who think
that something's up here.

Charlie says there have been funny
things going on for the last eight or

months.

What have you got, Charlie?

I haven't put it all together yet, sir.

It took me all this time to get this
far.

But you can take it to the bank and mail
it home.

It's got something to do with these
tunnels.

Have you followed them back inside?

Tried, tried.

Too many tunnels.

I'm in too many directions.

Besides, I had a little interruption
when Maxie here showed up.

Maxie?

For a moment, I thought he was playing
for the other team.

Strike three, you're out.

In a minute, I'm sure this is all going
to become extremely clear, but what are

you talking about, Charlie?

Don't know as I know enough to fill you
in, Miss Edwards.

I'm, uh, I'm conducting a sort of...
Unofficial investigation.

And to Mrs. Biddle comes murder.

You knew that Eleanor was murdered?

Had a hunch.

Told her it.

You betcha, got your red hearts here.

This is where it got me.

Charlie was a fad, Mrs. H.

FBI?

1943 to 1968.

I've seen a lot of things go down in my
time.

I bet you have, Charlie.

I bet you have.

Look at this.

That's a commendation from Franklin
Delano Roosevelt.

Good man, FDR.

Maybe one of the last of the great ones.

Hail to the chief.

Charlie, this is wonderful.

I don't understand.

Why I hang out in the park?

Acting like a crazy man?

Yes.

I am a crazy man, Miss Edwards.

I've seen more than I'd care to remember
about things I'd like to forget.

Getting a little old for it, though.

What do you know about those tunnels,
Charles?

It's funny.

I completely forgot about them tunnels
being there.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Then one night...

I saw Ellen, Mrs.

Biddlecombe, just poking around down by
the museum.

I followed her down to the water, and
that's when I remembered it.

Oh, yeah.

How did you know about those tunnels in
the first place?

Guy who trained me, Gus Dumas.

He used to work this neck of the woods
during the Coolidge administration.

He talked my ear off about it so darn
much, I decided when I retired, I'd come

up here and check the place out for
myself.

He's the guy who told you about the
tunnels?

Gus used to bust rum runners back during
the Prohibition days.

Seems they used these tunnels to run
their moonshine from the waterfront into

the town.

As I understand it, the tunnels go back
to the 1700s.

Used to be a fort here once upon a time.

What does all of this have to do with
Eleanor?

I can't tell you for sure, Miss Edwards.

Only, she seemed real interested in
those tunnels.

In high, out low.

You know how it goes.

I had no idea you and Eleanor were so
close.

I just thought you were someone who
stood on the edge of town and said hello

everyone.

There's some things a man doesn't talk
about, Miss Edwards.

Some things are private.

She seemed to be getting into trouble.

I thought I might be able to keep an eye
on her.

I thought wrong.

Oh, boy.

Well, you still might be able to help
her, Charlie.

I can find any old maps of the area
going back to the early settlement.

I can help you with that, Mr. Hart.

This is the town square, Maple Street,
the hotel.

The fort was built right here. Right
where, Mr. H?

Right here, Max.

Right where we're standing right now. So
the tunnels must go out from here to

the ocean.

That would explain how Mayor Trout ended
up in the water without ever leaving

the museum.

Eleanor's note said something about
looking beneath the surface to find out

was impeding the survival of the town.
She also said the museum was on shaky

ground. What's this all about, Mr. H?

My best guess, Max?

Oil. Yowza. That's it.

That's what?

The boats.

Captain Jack's boats.

In high, out low.

Hot dog.

What are you talking about?

The boats are going out low on the
waterline, but coming back high.

So instead of bringing fish, someone is
taking something out.

It's all beginning to make sense.

Do you remember the first night when we
were in the park?

I smelled methane gas.

Methane? Someone is pumping oil out of
Kingman's Ferry onto those fishing

The byproduct is methane gas.

If they're pumping gas underground, then
they have to exhaust it some way.

So, the street lamps.

Very clever.

Mayor Trout said this town is becoming
downright musical.

Those concerts are covering up the
pumping.

And who puts on the concert?

Captain Jack.

Yeah.

I'm sure pipes go through the caves
right to where we found Charlie and Max.

All they have to do is hook up some
flexible hose and pump the oil onto

fishing boats.

Darling, don't you think we ought to
call the police?

You and Max stay here and hold on to the
fort. Have Charlie call the police.

I'm going to go down and check out that
pump.

Be careful.

You folks hold tight.

Stand aside.

Put it down, Charlie.

I said stand aside.

Charlie.

Charlie. Oh, Charlie.

Let's go.

Party's over.

I said move.

Move!

Jennifer, where are you?

Oh, Junior, come on.

Jennifer?

Charlie.

What happened?

Captain Jack's boys took Maxie, Miss
Edwards.

Where? I'm not sure.

Down to the boats, probably.

You all right?

Yeah.

I haven't been shot in almost 40 years.
I'll get you a doctor.

No, no, no.

You go after Max and Miss Edwards.

I'll take care of myself.

One more time, Mrs. Hart.

Where is your husband?

And how much does he know?

I don't know how much more of your
silence this guy can take.

All right.

He knows about the oil.

In fact, he's at the hotel right now
calling the police.

We have someone at the hotel.

Mr. Hart's not there.

Stop!

He went into the tunnel.

It's no use, Eldon.

Too many people know about that.

What's too many, Mrs. Hart?

Two?

Three?

Four?

We took care of the others. Two or three
more shouldn't be a problem.

Any idea how it'll deal with the people?

When we head out tomorrow morning, just
drop them over the side.

A little extra weight, they'll go down.

I don't know, man. You sure about this?

I think maybe what's the return?

Is he all right?

We're fine. Give his legs, darling.

Thanks, Max.

Let's get out of here.

Okay, up.

There we go.

There we are.

People, people.

Can we get along?

Well, if it isn't Captain Jack, why
don't you give it up?

I don't think that's what you say to the
man who's holding the gun, Mr. Hart.

You going to kill all three of us?

For $11 million a year?

What do you think?

But it's not your oil.

That's right, it's not, isn't it?

Actually, I suppose it's your oil, Mrs.
Hart.

Doesn't look like it's going to do you
any good, though.

Come on, Brock, get up.

Get up, Brock!

Take him down to the holes.

Sit him in the belly up.

That'd be good food for the sharks.

I thought you folks might do with a
little

backup.

I didn't mean to be rude, Mr. Hart, but
we've been on to this since shortly

after Eleanor's murder.

Eleanor's plans for tearing down the
museum and rebuilding the waterfront

to expose the whole operation.

So I thought if you got too close...
It's all right, Chief. We're glad you

showed up.

All right, you're fired again.

What's that?

Well, I fired you the other day.

Thanks, but I'm elected.

I know that.

Things have sure picked up around these
parts the last few weeks.

Looks like a boom town.

Kingman's Ferry has a whole new source
of income, in part thanks to you,

Charlie.

Oh, yeah.

Are you sure we can't convince you to
stay?

Uh, uh, uh, weather's starting to turn,
and my bones are telling me it's time to

travel on.

Well, in light of the fact that we can't
convince you to stay, Charlie, the town

of Kingman's Ferry would, uh...

I'd like to show appreciation for all
you've done.

Congratulations. What do you think,
Charlie?

Oh, great.

Oh,

your butt.

Oh, well, got to go now, folks. Bye
-bye, Charlie. Bye -bye. Bye, Charlie.

That's it.

Got a whole world to see.

I think you really appreciated that,
Jeremy.

Well, I have something for you, Mrs.
Hart.

A receipt for the entire town.

Well, you didn't have to go through all
that trouble.

Well, you sold it back to us for one
dollar. You are going to have to declare

that as income.

Oh. It is much better to have the
paperwork on hand, you know, just in

Well, it's the greatest dollar I ever
earned.

And one other thing.

Claire wanted you to have this.

Kingman's Ferry, A Second Chance by
Jennifer Hart.

But this wasn't ready.

Jonathan, did you... Darling, it's
terrific.

If you'd have rewritten it one more
time, you'd have worn out the paper.

So when are we going to show up?

First thing in the morning, Max. Crack
of dawn. Crack of dawn?

Crack of dawn?

Dickens, we're not leaving until 3 o
'clock in the afternoon.

Why are we having to get up so early?
Just get in the car.

Okay.

Come on, Junior.

Up.

Atta boy.

You got your eyes closed?

Mm -hmm. You can't see anything. I can't
see anything. Promise? I promise.

Okay, now just a minute. What is it?

The lunch.

Okay, okay.

Now? Yeah, take them down.

Oh.

Oh, Jonathan, you didn't.

No, I didn't.

No?

Jim did.

Jim?

Oh. I called him last week and told him
that there was a lot of building to be

done up here.

He was delighted.

Not as much as me.

Oh, it's so beautiful.

What a romantic thing to do.

Well, um, I only wanted the legend to
come true.

And we can't leave town without putting
it to the test. Oh, okay.

Okay, now.

Where should we stand?

Let's see now.

What do you think about here?

Well, I don't know.

It's your legend.

Well, I don't know either.

I've never done this with anyone else.

Well, if the legend comes true, you
never will.