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There's a

long

weekend coming up. How about if you and Jesse take that trip to Carmel you've

been talking about?

Because every time we do, something very, very bad happens.

Don't be ridiculous. Susan, tell them.

Carmel is one of the most romantic places on Earth.

It's a shame it's cursed.

Well, not you too.

The last time we talked about going, a guy with half his head blown off,

infected with a deadly plague, held me captive in the basement.

Yeah, but you don't actually think that that's going to happen again. I mean,

we're intelligent people.

The way to deal with fear is to confront it. Or run away from it, screaming.

You don't want Susan to see you like this, a quivering coward ruled by fear

superstition. You want her to think of you as a man of action, a man who's able

to overcome any obstacle and give his lover the happiness that she deserves.

How about as a cautious yet powerfully attractive man who doesn't want to push

his luck?

You better hope she doesn't see the effects on those new paramedics.

Pack your bags, woman.

Go to Carmel.

I guess that back road shortcut was a little too much on the engine.

Hey, Jesse, that's good.

Well, at least we're not at the hospital.

And, uh, we're together.

In the middle of nowhere?

Can't let a little thing like that spoil our weekend.

Oh, yes, we can.

Is it really that bad to be stuck someplace where no one can find us?

You and me?

Getting better?

Hey, tell you what.

Why don't you and I head across the street to that little diner?

Get a nice big fat piece of pie, a la mode.

Little diners have great pie, you know.

I'm on a diet, remember?

I'm starving.

I've got another bag of rice cakes in the car.

I've got nothing to eat but rice cakes for the past 200 miles. I'm sick of

eating rice cakes.

I am not going off my diet.

But you look great just the way you are.

I don't believe it. Well, you better believe it because I'm not having

rice cake as long as I live.

Susan.

Susan?

Thank you.

Who was that?

Someone I used to know.

He died five years ago.

I'm not mad for a Saturday morning. Thank God I'm mad, but look, I need

Take these extra menus and this apron there, and it'll make you look more fit

when you take out orders.

Excuse me, I don't work here. Please, Amanda, you do today. Look, my waitress,

my busboy, and my cook called in sick with a flu all on my day off. Well,

not my problem. I came for breakfast.

Who was it that suggested that my business partner take a long romantic

with his girlfriend and calm out? Dee, Jesse and Susan never had time together.

They needed a break. I need help.

Some things felt mighty good in here. Hey, Dad, here, would you watch the

door? I'm sure it tastes good, too. Look, the employees eat later.

What? This is great, and it's only breakfast.

Look, I'd love to stay and chat with you, Dad, but I got my hands.

Chat? I came to eat.

Your waitress will be right with you. Waitress?

She's going to eat, too?

I hope Jesse's having a good time, because when he gets back, he's going to

I'd like a nice table in the corner, miss.

By the time we're done eating, the hose will be fixed. We'll be on our way.

Sit here.

Let me get these out of the way for you.

There we go.

Hi. Hi. Hey, I know what I want already.

A big slice of your famous apple pie.

Well, I didn't know that it was famous.

It will be once I tell everyone how delicious it is.

Just a glass of water will be fine.

Do you have to flirt with every woman you see?

I wasn't flirting. I was being friendly. When you're with me, you're not

supposed to be friendly.

All right. Well, next time I'll be cold and unreachable. That would be nice. All

right.

So you want to tell me about him?

Who? Oh, I don't know. The guy we just chased halfway through town.

The guy you'd like to be mad at, but you can't be because he's not here, so

you're mad at me instead because I am here?

One slice of pie on the verge of stardom.

Thanks.

He was friendly, too.

Great at this way of making any stranger a friend with just a smile.

Including you?

Everybody. I was going to UC Santa Cruz.

Greg ran this dive shop near the beach.

One day I got caught in a rift and the next thing I knew, I was lying on the

sand getting mouth -to -mouth from a guy in a wetsuit. It was Greg.

Well, you can't get much friendlier than that.

It's not what you think.

He saved my life.

After that, I wouldn't go in the water. Greg walks up to me and asks me what I'm

afraid of.

Drowning.

That's what I said.

So he taught me to scuba dive.

You scuba dive?

Not anymore.

Not since he died.

What was it, a diving accident?

His car went off a cliff into the ocean. They never found his body.

Well, then he's definitely still alive.

How do you know that?

A, they never found the body. B, you saw him today. C, he ran away from you.

Ergo, he's alive but wants to stay dead.

So maybe we should honor his wishes and get a move on.

Have you noticed that we're a little underdressed for this place?

There are lots of wealthy people in Carmel. We're 150 miles south of Carmel.

And besides, did you notice all those cars in the parking lot?

Jags, BMWs.

So, are you going to make us famous?

Looks like you guys already are.

Would you strike oil here or something?

Just fish oil.

We live off whatever the nets bring in.

I guess those nets bring in a lot.

Yeah, well...

We get by.

Your ring.

It's beautiful. Can I see it?

Sure.

Jesse, look at this ring.

Yeah, I see it.

I mean, really, look at it.

I am.

Um, I've got an order up. You two have a nice trip down here.

Let's go.

Now you're talking.

I'm talking to the first person I see with a badge.

What?

Miss, these eggs are cold.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be right with you. If I could have a busboy, that would

really be a big help.

You're doing fine. Waitress, waitress, I've been waiting 10 minutes for the

Yeah, right. Here you go. Miss,

excuse me, my fork is dirty.

And where's my milk?

Do I look like a cow?

Amanda, I don't want to butt in.

There's a bunch of people waiting to be seated in the front.

Oh, well, then you can save them. That's great.

I don't know anything about the restaurant business.

Oh, you're worried?

Yes, sir.

Oh, John.

Hi, Doc. How are you?

Much better since the bypass surgery, thanks to you.

Things must be awfully slow at the hospital if you're moonlighting as a

I'm just filling in my synopsis.

Oh, I've been told the food here is terrific.

Best breakfast in town.

What can I get you? Well, I think I'll start with scrambled eggs.

John, you don't want to do that.

I don't. Your eggs are chock full of cholesterol, and here, they fry them in

butter.

Is that bad?

Oh, it's the worst, John.

That cholesterol sticks to the walls of your veins like big bugs of greasy goo.

Well, how about sausage?

No, that's even worse. You know what they put in sausage?

They put brains, feet, snouts, all the kind of things that people don't want to

eat. They're the worst.

Look, let me suggest that the doctors have a nice bowl of bran flakes and skim

milk. I have a grapefruit and prune juice house.

I'll put your order in.

Dad, don't you have to get back to the hospital?

No, not for a couple of hours yet.

Lady, that stuff's going to kill you. Dad.

Mom, I'm glad to help out.

Oh, we're doing fine.

Oh, look, he's dead. He's not dead. What difference does it make now? Oh, sure,

just because they didn't find the body, it doesn't matter.

Well, it might to me.

You and I were trying to have a private conversation.

Well, then I wouldn't hold it in front of a sheriff.

I want to report a crime.

A murder.

How can it be a murder? The guy's not even dead. He is, too.

I just saw him walking through town.

And maybe one of you should tell me the whole story from the beginning. Okay,

our car broke down this morning. It started five years ago when I was going

UC Santa Cruz, and I met Greg at his dive shop, and he saved me that time I

nearly drowned. No disrespect, miss, but I think I like his story better

already. Your car broke down.

Yeah, on the highway a few miles back, and we got stuck in this jerkwater town.

I mean, we almost got stuck in this jerkwater town. Fortunately, we were

keep our car alive long enough to get us here.

And that's when we saw Greg Hutchins.

The dead guy.

In the road.

At the diner. And I bet he wasn't eating rice cakes. Why is it that even a dead

guy is eating better than I am? You saw this Greg at the diner. And he ran.

So, of course, we chased him.

And that's when he died.

No, he died five years ago. That's what I was trying to tell you.

Except... He's not really dead because we saw him today. So those are two good

signs that he probably was never dead in the first place.

Let me see if I understand this.

You came into my town. You saw someone who looks like a friend of yours who

five years ago, except maybe he didn't die. And now you're thinking that this

person you saw is this same Greg Hutchins. I know it is because of the

The ring.

The waitress in the diner was wearing the same ring as this one, which is the

same ring Greg gave me, which means he has to be here. You told me your mother

gave you that ring.

And you said you were never involved with that nurse in admissions.

So, what exactly would you like me to do?

Something. Well, I'd say I know most folks around here. I've never met anyone

named Greg Hutchins.

But even if this was your friend, I don't see any crime that would allow me

get involved.

If this man is running around the country pretending to be dead, giving

people, he's got to be up to something.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

But I do know something about the waitress's ring.

I gave it to her.

Jolene's, my daughter.

You did?

And I'm not even a little bit mad.

I'm terribly sorry we bothered you. No, no bother at all. Miss, you know, when

I'm feeling down, I always like to stop by the diner for a big piece of pie.

I make you feel better, too.

I tell you, my piano teacher never gave me a ring.

What is that supposed to mean?

I mean, I was just your school instructor.

You thought your piano teacher was dead and then showed up alive. Wouldn't you

want to know what happened?

Mrs. Gorbler was like 78 years old, 370 pounds, and she had pet names for her

wart. I'd run for my life.

There's a bed and breakfast across the street. We can stay there.

Ah!

Not Carmelo.

I'm not leaving here until I find out the truth.

I'm out of here.

Okay, hold still.

There it is.

You got any more toys up there?

How did you get a marble up your nose anyway?

I wanted to see what it smelled like. Oh.

Well, next time, hang on a little tighter. Or don't sniff so hard.

Okay.

Thanks, Doc. You're welcome.

Dr. Mark Sloan. Dr.

Mark Sloan, line one.

Dr. Sloan?

Hey, Mark.

It's me, Jesse.

How's work going?

Hi, Jess. Everything's fine.

You're on vacation.

You're not supposed to be thinking about work. You should be out seeing the

sights. I am.

Is that California's largest oak?

So a quaint little lighthouse.

So my girlfriend chased a dead guy through the streets.

In Carmel?

Hey, we're not even in Carmel. We're like a hundred miles south in some

village. Some kind of resort for the living dead?

Well, just one that we know of so far. Greg Hutchins. The guy Susan used to

in Santa Cruz.

Died in a car accident like five years ago.

Hmm, Hutchins.

Well, I'll try and look into it for you.

If you'll promise to take Susan to a nice romantic dinner.

Hey, does a bag of rice cakes count because that's all she's eaten?

Rice cakes?

I tell you, we have this entire suitcase full of them. I think just in case

there's a sudden world shortage.

At least you're being supportive.

Only until she starts hearing voices. Jesse!

What did you do that for? I didn't even have time to give him our number. But

you had plenty of time to make me sound crazy.

Do you know how humiliating that is for me?

Oh, come on.

The guy used to roll and escape through the hallways of Community General. He

gives lectures and rap. You've got to go a long way to beat that.

He is your friend, but he is my boss.

It is important that he have confidence in me and my judgment.

You have just torpedoed that.

This has nothing to do with your skills as a nurse.

It does, and he thinks I'm irrational.

Well, everybody is irrational sometimes.

I mean, today you are.

There is nothing irrational about wanting to know the truth.

Why don't you tell me who Greg Hutchins is?

What is he, a boyfriend?

What?

Why is it so important to you if this guy is alive or not?

Because I killed him.

Not really.

I have a tough time believing you're a murderer.

Really? I could have killed you about two minutes ago. In fact, I'm still

thinking about it.

All right, well, then I believe.

You want to tell me what happened?

We were at a party.

I thought he'd had too many beers, so I insisted on driving us home in his car.

It was the designated driver, the sober one, who lost control of the car and

steered it off a cliff.

Is that how you got that little scar on you? Yes.

What about that one? All of the above, okay?

Were you in love with him?

And if he's alive, are you gonna go back to him?

I don't know.

Look, you don't have to stay.

I'll understand if you want to go without me.

Amanda, come over here and look at Susan's x -rays.

There must have been some accident.

Broken leg, broken ribs, a concussion.

And take a look at these internal injuries.

Dad, let's not read them out loud, okay?

Okay.

You know, according to this report, the investigation was pretty

straightforward. No one even considered the possibility that it might have been

a fake accident.

Well, there was no reason to. No, no, not at the time.

But let's assume for the moment that Greg Hutchins is alive.

I mean, he deliberately planned this accident.

Susan says in her statement that he specifically asked to drive his car, not

hers. So he could have tampered with the brakes and figured they'd go off into

the ocean when they skidded off that curb.

It's a nice theory, Dad, but where's your proof?

My proof is right here.

See that bruise about the size of a thumb on her temple?

And there's a line right around her nose and mouth.

What about it?

My guess is that that's a positive pressure mask.

Can we please get some service? Wait a minute.

What's a positive pressure mask?

It's a device used to deliver oxygen to an unconscious diver. They put it over

the nose and the mouth.

So you're saying Hutchins tampered with the brakes.

and deliberately set the right diving gear in the car to save both their lives

when they went in the water.

I don't think Greg decided to commit a murder.

I think what he did was get the gear out of the trunk, save her life by putting

that pressure mask over her nose and mouth like that, see? You see where my

thumb hits? He bruised her there probably when he jammed it on.

Then he dragged her out of the wreck, left her on the beach, swam away with

scuba gear never to be heard from again.

What do you got to do to get some service around here?

We're in the middle of official police business, pal, okay?

Well, given the nature of the accident and the extent of Susan's injuries, the

investigators would have no reason to question the bruising and the marks on

face. Exactly. They probably figured the gear all washed out to see if they

stopped her.

So Greg Hutchins staged his own death after all.

That's what I think happened. But the question is, why?

Hello, I'd like to pay for my meal, please.

All right.

And before I met you, my life was hollow.

Empty.

Over.

Or did you forget that you were supposed to be moldering in a watering can?

Susan.

It's great to see you.

Who is this?

It's an old acquaintance. A friend of a friend.

We shared an elevator once.

You know, I knew that was you today. Then why did you run away?

An expired parking meter. The tickets in this town, they're brutal.

Oh, as brutal as, say, letting me think I killed you?

Did you think that?

Oh, I am so sorry.

I kept meaning to drop you a hallmark.

But this darn amnesia.

It was a big car crash. A bump in the head.

Oh, baby.

So, um, what's new?

What's new?

What's new is I am standing inside at midnight talking to a man I thought I

killed. You know, you've got to appreciate the coincidence.

Of all the diners and all the towns and all the world, you happen to stumble

into this one at the right moment.

No coincidence.

You always were the cheapest date in town.

If you were dating a waitress, free food had to figure in somehow.

And what did he get from you, honey?

Girl Scout cookies?

I don't understand.

You let me suffer all these years. I thought you loved me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, now don't be too hard on yourself.

You were young and naive.

You didn't know any better.

I can't believe I was ever engaged to you.

What?

Wait a minute.

You were engaged to her?

You were engaged to him?

Doesn't anyone know what... closed means anymore.

What are you doing here? I follow you. I don't believe this. You don't trust me.

I was right. You were lying to me. But if you trusted me, you never would have

known I was lying.

That's a relationship some people have.

Not like you and me, huh, baby?

I wish I hadn't killed you.

Y 'all come back now, you hear?

I cannot believe I ever had feelings for that guy.

Well, you've heard him say it. He was young and naive. He didn't know any

better. How long were you standing there?

Long enough to see what a jerk Greg is.

So it's not bad enough that you followed me. You were spying on me, too.

You're right.

Our relationship is built on trust, and I violated that. I shouldn't have

followed you. I'm really sorry.

You don't really mean that.

You think what you did was perfectly okay, and you're just apologizing

you don't want to fight.

Yes. Is it working?

Yes.

Funny.

Over the years, I romanticized my time with Greg so much, I completely forgot

what he was really like.

That's only natural. You remembered him dying young.

Looking back, the only part of the relationship that really worked was

Okay, that's good because I don't need to know anymore.

Scuba diving.

What did you think I was going to say?

Scuba diving.

It's just I couldn't bear the thought of you scuba diving with another man.

You have never scuba dived in your life.

Well, that's because I was saving myself for the right woman. And I was hoping

she'd be saving herself for me.

Let's get out of here right now.

We can watch the sunrise over Carmel.

Well, we still got to get the car out of the garage, and I really don't think

this is one of those open all night kinds of towns.

I wouldn't be too sure of that.

You just may want to take a look at this.

What is it? It's a police report.

Greg Hutchins arrested for possession of stolen property.

Two months before he died.

These are some of the pieces that were recovered.

It looks like you robbed a museum.

Are they real? They're real, all right. Genuine Spanish antiques from the late

1700s. Where'd he get them?

That's the strange part. No one ever reported them missing. No one made a

What, the charges were dropped?

That's right.

Steve, we have to go to the library.

Now?

I've got to do some research. Yeah, it's after midnight. The libraries are

closed. Memorial Library is open 24 hours at City College.

You have to be quite so much help.

But what about the dishes?

Don't look at me.

B &B is paid for, and Carmel is waiting.

Maybe we should just head back to L .A.

I'm not going to throw away the rest of this weekend. It's better than throwing

away our lives.

Aren't you scared that the curse is going to get even deadlier the closer we

to Carmel?

Is that how you see me? As a quivering little coward whose life is ruled by

and superstition?

Of course.

But in a good way.

That was the old Jesse Travis.

The one who was afraid to face fear and triumph.

Now on, if I'm afraid of something, I do it. In fact, I'm even thinking about

hang gliding in Carmel.

You're right.

I've got to face my fears, too.

Then we'll face them together.

I wonder if we can fit one of those shark pages together.

Susan?

I'm going back to that diner.

Sharks are in that direction.

Not the one I'm thinking of.

I have to see Greg one last time. I thought I talked you out of that stupid

idea. That was old Jesse. The new one just talked me back into it.

Susan.

I haven't mentioned to you that this is a really bad idea.

You did mention it when we were getting dressed, when we were packing, when we

picked up the car. In fact, for the last 45 minutes, you have done nothing but

tell me what a bad idea this is.

I'm glad to see I'm getting through to you.

If your ex -girlfriend rose from the grave, wouldn't you want closure?

No, I'd want a crucifix and some garlic. I'd have to get away as fast as I

could. We're going to, just as soon as I give him back his ring.

Why don't you just mail that to him?

Where this ring is going, post office doesn't deliver.

I'm sorry, you two. We're closed.

Oh, too bad. We'll be on our way. You know we're not here for breakfast. We

pie.

Fresh out.

We're looking for Greg.

Honey, a man died to get away from you. Can't you take a hint?

She's got a point. Maybe we should go.

I spent five years feeling guilty over him. He owes me five minutes.

Well, you know, that's really not my problem.

We're closed.

You want to get rid of me, right?

This is how to do it, because otherwise I'm staying here until I get my chance

to shove this ring down his damn throat.

Take me into the coast highway.

The fifth house past the wash.

Thank you.

Maybe I can just get a little piece of cherry pie to go.

Looks like the afterlife is pretty lucrative.

Frank!

Jesse?

Oh, my God,

Jesse, what are we going to do now?

We call Mark while we're going.

Well, now, what are you doing here?

I just came to give Greg back his ring. Oh, I know. So does everybody in town

who saw that scene you made at the diner. I'll take that, son.

I'm just going to call you. Oh, I'm sure you were.

Assume the position.

Hands on the car.

We didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, after what Greg did to you.

I doubt anybody would blame you for losing control or you for being mighty

jealous.

After all, neither one of you could have killed him.

Hey, either one of us said anything about Greg Hutchins being dead. No, I

you didn't.

You know, I'm afraid you two aren't going to be making it to Carmel this

weekend.

Watch your heads.

Hi.

I think you guys have been up all night.

Oh, yeah.

But it was worth it. My hunch paid off.

What hunch was that?

I would be sure that all these valuable antiquities would hide in the correct

disappearance number.

Yeah.

Look here.

See those initials right at the bottom of the cross right there?

Oh, that's him.

Yeah, Mission San Miguel, and the same initials on some of the other pieces,

too.

So you're saying that Greg ripped off a mission?

No, these items never made it to the mission.

We found in the research that there was an old Spanish galleon, the Buena

Ventura, which was plying the coast along here, dropping off relics to some

the missions of Mexico and California.

Also carrying other valuables like coins, jewelry, to trade with the

didn't make it, sank.

Where? Somewhere between Fismo Beach and Morro Bay, about 15 miles offshore.

Greg was a diver.

So he must have discovered the rack on one of his dives, which explains why no

one claimed the loot.

When he got arrested, he knew he was going to get found out sooner or later,

he didn't want to share all this wealth with the tax people.

Or have his treasure confiscated by the Spanish government as historical

objects. So our guess is he staged his own death and then continued to plunder

the ship.

How much money are we talking about?

Millions and millions.

These gold coins are worth 20 ,000 apiece.

And there were hundreds of them aboard that ship.

Well, does Greg know his cover's been blown?

Well, according to Jesse, he and Susan chased him down the street.

Well, then he knows.

Brent tried to get Jesse on his cell phone. He can't get through.

Well, we have to get up to him and warn him.

The problem is Jesse never told Dad where he actually is.

Jesse did say that he had just seen the tallest oak tree in the state and a very

quaint lighthouse, and that he was about 100 miles from Carmelia, so that

narrows it down some.

Well, let's go.

It hadn't much use for a jail in this town.

Although it's real nice for quiet catnaps.

I know, it kind of looks like a dungeon.

But we prefer to think of it as country charm.

These stone walls are all that's left of the original structure of Bordello,

believe it or not.

In 1888, an old fisherman named Salty Maglu turned into a... Shouldn't you be

reading us our rights rather than giving us a history lesson?

And I especially like the part of a lawyer being present during questioning.

Well, there's only one lawyer in Searidge, and I'm afraid there'd be a

of interest.

I'm also a murderer.

You know the way to kill Greg Hutchins.

Um, son, who killed him isn't really important now. It is to us.

I am truly sorry your car broke down in Searidge.

This really is a nice little town.

I'm so sorry, Jesse. This whole thing is my fault.

You don't have to apologize.

Yes, I do. If I hadn't gone chasing after Greg, none of this would have

happened. Well, maybe.

But, you know, I would have done the same exact thing.

I shouldn't have listened to you. If I had just had some pie and minded my own

business, we wouldn't be in this mess.

I don't think we have anything to worry about, okay?

Mark is bound to come searching for us when we don't show up for work.

Jesse, look.

Everybody's headed to the diner again.

What's going on?

You ever hear a devil?

No. Bad day at Black Rock?

No.

That's good.

Okay, we passed the Paul Oak Tree in the state about ten minutes ago. That

should put us somewhere in here.

Yeah, but there's about a half dozen towns between here and Morro Bay. It's

going to take all day to check out each one of them. We don't have that kind of

time. No.

Bobo, anyone?

What possessed you to buy all that junk food?

It's the only way I could get to get here to talk.

Spend 20 bucks on peanut butter cups.

20 bucks? I hope she had something worthwhile to say. As a matter of fact,

did. The only lighthouse within 100 miles of here is near a little place

Searidge. How far is it? 30 miles up the coast?

Searidge isn't even on the map.

It's probably too small.

Well, we better get going. I have a feeling there's something wrong.

They don't seem very happy.

Well, I got a funny feeling we're not going to be either.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

Yeah, this town has a dark secret that everyone shares.

I wouldn't put it like that.

Well, then what? You all part of some secret cult?

You seem like a couple of nice kids.

And we know you didn't mean any harm. But the thing is, the people of Sea

took a vote, and it was unanimous.

You two are going to have to die.

How much time do you think we have left?

Well, the trial, the sentencing, last meal, all took less than an hour. I'd

the justice is pretty swift around here.

You know, we're going to be executed in a few minutes. I think you can go off

that diet now.

I was wrong to lie to you.

About the ring.

About Greg.

About everything.

I'll tell you what, if by some miracle you and I get out of this thing alive,

we're going to promise each other to tell the truth about everything.

No matter what? No matter what.

It's a promise, huh?

You know, the truth is I was jealous.

Right.

Deep down I wish that I could be the first one that you fell in love with.

You're the first one who counts.

I wish I could give you two a little more time alone, but we're out of

I'm sorry.

This looks like a lovely town.

Yeah, this place isn't big enough to be called a town.

Not a town.

Sit down, both of you.

Enjoy your meal.

Jay, keep our guests quiet while I go have a talk with the visitors.

Well, afternoon.

Afternoon.

Can I help you folks with something?

Lieutenant Steve Sloan, L .A. Homicide.

We're looking for a couple. We thought maybe we could... Jesse Travis and Susan

Hilliard.

You mind telling me how you know them?

We've only had one homicide in this town in 15 years.

And it didn't happen until they showed up. You know who they are?

I thought that's why you're here.

They fled right after they killed Greg Hushes.

I don't have a real org here.

To tell the truth, we haven't had much need for one until now.

Would you mind if I took a look? Oh, I'd be obliged. That corner won't be here

for three hours.

Who'd they kill in L .A.? No one.

So why are a homicide detective, a medical examiner, and a doctor chasing

halfway up the state? Because they're our friends.

Well, they don't seem very friendly to me.

They were just passing through town when Susan spotted Greg.

She thought he was long dead, so she was a little surprised and curious to see

him alive on your streets.

Well, that's one way of looking at it.

The way I see it, they were stalking him. He got away once.

But I got a dozen witnesses who say your friends caught up with him later at the

diner and nearly killed him.

I think maybe your witnesses are exaggerating.

Well, one of them was my daughter.

Jolene was in love with him.

That's a pretty clear cut. He died from a stab wound to the heart, I'd say,

sometime this morning.

Where's the murder weapon?

It's here.

My daughter found it nearly pinned to the floor.

She's going to be carrying that horrific image with her for the rest of her

life, thanks to your friends.

I flagged her credit card. Somebody fitting Jesse's description used his gas

card at a station about an hour north of here. Car matches his, and the woman he

was with was blonde, about 5 '6". That's them.

I'll notify the state police and the highway patrol.

Maybe we can catch them first.

I probably don't need to remind you, but they are suspects in a homicide

investigation. I do expect them to be brought back here for questioning.

Let's go.

We're going to speed things up. We don't have much time.

Bring them out. Let's go.

Thank you. You've been a big help. Take care.

So what do you think?

We have to keep going north.

It's the only thing we can do. Right.

Now, how long ago was that?

All right, well, keep me posted.

According to the manager, it sounds like it was Jesse and Susan over here.

They told her that they were on their way up to Carmel.

Well, then we're catching up to them.

Jesse's credit card was used in a mini -mart another 20 miles north to charge a

six -pack of soda and a package of rice cakes.

20 miles north? That's not that far.

We're not going north. We're going back, and I hope we're not too late.

Take care, Ben.

Call the store and make sure they're all cleared out.

I've known Ben all my life.

Hell, I've known everyone in this town since I was born. They were.

It's a sad day for all of us. Yeah, you can see how murdering a couple of people

and driving off in a $70 ,000 car filled with coal can be a little depressing.

Son, I don't blame you for being upset. It makes you feel any better. We aren't

too happy about this either.

Nobody was ever supposed to get hurt. Just rich.

There's no crime in that mess.

There is now.

If I could do something about it, I would.

All we ever wanted to do was to provide for our families, put food on the table.

Ultimately, it's about survival.

Yours or ours.

It'll be loose.

Let's take a little stroll along the cliff.

Shoreline. Beautiful sky.

One little push, it'll be over in an instant.

Are these movies genuine?

I've never seen any quite that big. It's hard to believe they're real.

Did this all come from the brain of a juror?

We brought it up ourselves.

You know, it's really hard to believe that Greg gave away his little secret.

Greg Hutchins found the wreckage, but he didn't have the resources to plunder

it. He saw how the town was dying, so he offered us a deal.

And the town pitched in to loot the wreckage.

Well, it's better paying.

And a lot more fun than the jobs that we used to have.

The cannery and the fishing boats.

Really gave the town a sense of purpose. Brought us together.

It's amazing the whole town could keep such a big secret.

Especially with so much money involved.

You don't know our little town.

This isn't just a place to live. It's a part of who we are.

When the cannery closed, this town started to die.

Greg Hutchins gave us a way to save it so that we could all stay here.

So that's where Greg got the rings he gave us from the treasure.

A mistake.

Greg wasn't from here, so it's no surprise he was the one person who

trusted. So who killed him?

We all did.

We're all in this together, for better or worse.

I guess this would qualify as worse.

I can't say it's worked out the way we hoped. You know, that decoy couple you

sent up the coast in Jesse's car almost kept us long enough for you to get away

clear. What went wrong?

They bought rice cakes.

Because that's what you figured Susan was eating.

But we didn't need to buy any because she had a whole suitcase full of them.

Mark knew that.

And we didn't.

But I think we'll still come through this, okay?

How do you figure that?

Well, there's only five of you against all of us.

I don't see what's going to stop us from moving on the way we planned.

Oh, well, for starters, there's the highway patrol.

And the FBI.

Oh, and the IRS.

I think a regular course of

antibiotics will take care of the infection.

I wouldn't worry about it. Yeah, that's the opinion.

Hey, how do you like my hair?

Wow, I hate it. Makes you look ten years older.

Thank you.

Jesse, that was a little brutal. I should write about her inner feelings.

Oh, no. After this weekend, we promised each other that we would tell the truth

no matter how painful it might be.

Things could be better.