All language subtitles for Barnaby Jones s06e12 Prisoner Of Deceit

Barnaby Jones, a Quinn Martin
production, starring Buddy Epson.

Also starring Lee Merriweather, Mark
Schera,

with guest stars Laurie Prang, John
Reilly,

Robert Mandan, Neva Patterson.

Tonight's episode,

Prisoner of defeat.

Yeah.

Oh, look at you.

See,

there ought to be a law against someone
as pretty as you.

There is against ladders. In Persia,
they make you kiss for ten straight days

without taking a breath or turning your
girl's head.

Let's hold off on the execution of my
sentence until we talk about us.

What do you think? In a couple of days,
we could be dropping anchor in Mazatlan.

I'd like to, Jack.

Hello?

I can't.

No, I can't.

It isn't because I don't want to. But
you can get a quick Mexican divorce. We

can be gone. He'll never find us. Yes,
he would, wherever we go.

And every time you're out of my sight,
I'd be so frightened. I'd be so afraid

God probably killed you.

I don't think my husband's capable of
murder while he is. I know.

And that's exactly why I am afraid of
him.

But I think I have the solution.

Come here and look.

I've been digging into the past, trying
to find some reason why Godfrey's got

this terrible hold on you.

It's the fire. It happened so long ago.

I was only a child when my father died.

I didn't even want to bring it up until
I was absolutely sure.

Sure of what?

That Godfrey'd set the fire.

God. Trace, Godfrey killed your father
and set the fire to cover it up.

Well, you'd have to have proof.

I do.

Do you remember Selma Lawrence, your
father's housekeeper?

Yes, of course. She was like a mother to
me.

She was in the house the night the fire
started.

And then she disappeared right before
the inquest.

Remember, she went away.

No, Godfrey paid her to go away.

Trace, I know where she is. I found
Selma Lawrence.

You've seen her?

No, I see her tomorrow.

I can prove it.

Godfrey killed your father and set the
fire to cover it up.

Get out of here, Tracy.

Leave her alone, Godfrey. She's not
going with me. Keep out of this,

And keep out of my marriage.

Tracy's leaving you. No, she's not.

Not with you.

And not with anyone else. Go on, Tracy.

Tracy, don't. This isn't the first time
I've had to deal with a punk like you.

Don't ever try to see Tracy again.

I see.

I see.

It's changed.

Time was, you could see the beaches.

Now it's wall -to -wall condominium.

I don't know about the good old days,
but old Santa Carla looks just fine the

way it is.

Don't reel in the first one, it'll hit
your line, Jedediah. The water's full of

them.

Mr. Jones!

Good to see you again.

From what Betty told me, I half expected
you last night.

Well, I didn't get my desk cleaned off
in time. This is my associate, Jedediah

Jones. Sorry to hear about your
brother's accident.

It wasn't any accident.

Let's go on board where we can talk.

All those robberies you solved for my
plan a few years ago, I mean, how can

calculate the odds against somebody
needing a private investigator once, let

alone twice in their life, huh?

From the police report we stopped to
read, it would seem that once would have

been enough. That wasn't a report, it
was a farce.

They haven't dug for the real facts. I'm
telling you, Barnaby, somebody murdered

my brother.

Well, according to the autopsy, he'd
been drinking.

They're saying that he stumbled off the
dock, hit his head against the boat.

Yeah, sure, Jack drank, but only a shot
or two. His stomach couldn't take more.

You can check that out with his doctor.

Nevertheless, that's not enough to prove
that it wasn't an accident.

Look, Jack and I were always very close.
No secrets between us.

That's until he brought his boat up here
to Santa Carla. Then he started to clam

up on me.

What do you mean? You think he got into
some kind of trouble up here?

Yeah, our trouble. Fell in love with
some girl.

Admitted that much.

You know who?

No, he wouldn't tell me her name.

Maybe because she was married.

Sounds like you worked yourself up to a
jealous husband theory.

It could be.

See, Jack was a freelance newspaper man.
Featured stuff.

Said he was working on some kind of a
story up here. Wouldn't tell me what,

I got the feeling that the two were
connected. The story and the girl.

That's it?

Nothing more tangible?

Well, if you call something missing
tangible.

Jack always kept a gun on board.

One of these drawers.

Now it's gone.

Did he give you the impression that the
story he was working on was dangerous

enough for him to carry a gun?

Oh, I don't know, Barnaby.

At Jedediah, I told you it's gone. I've
searched everywhere.

Was it just the gun you were looking
for?

I don't know. Wait a minute. I hear
something.

That's just an old piece of newspaper.

wins gold cup.

We're going to be fine with that girl.
If she turns out to be a dead end, at

least I know we've tried.

All right.

Where can we contact you, Steve?

Here, I'll be staying on board until I
can clear up some of Jack's estate.

Have you any idea why your brother would
have wanted to go to Reno?

Reno? According to the police, they
found an airline ticket to Reno in his

pocket when they pulled him out of the
water.

Here it is.

Aurora wins Gold Cup.

Well, other than that, doesn't seem to
be too much news.

Except for that story down there.

Inquest held in millionaire David
Enright's death.

Big story at the time. He was found
burned to death right in his own house.

Survived by daughter Tracy, sister
Lillian.

Search goes on for missing witness Selma
Lawrence, the Enright housekeeper.

Your file have any more on that story?

Pretty much died with the inquest.

But his sister, Lillian Enright, might
be able to give you more. Lives down at

the marina.

Maybe you could tell me a little
something about your brother's death.

David?

He was trapped in a burning room.

But that was 12 years ago. I don't see
what connection it could possibly have.

Well, for some reason, Jack Crandall was
interested in that fire.

Any idea how it started?

Nobody knew for sure.

What about the missing housekeeper,
Selma Lawrence?

Well, I never subscribed to the theories
that she went bonkers and put the torch

to her boss.

No, I have my own suspicions about that.

Care to share them?

As a result of my brother's death, his
lawyer, Godfrey Wilde, became executor

the estate.

It gave him complete authority to
administer Tracy's inheritance.

Tracy, your brother's 12 -year -old
daughter.

Tracy hasn't been 12 for a long time,
Mr. Jones.

In fact, before she was to turn 21, when
she would come into control of her own

money, Godfrey married her.

Does that give you the picture?

Kind of paints in the bare places.

It's all perfectly clear to me, as it
must have been to Jack Crandall.

Tracy's terrified of Godfrey.

Obviously, he took advantage of that
fear to bully her into marrying him.

So he could retain control of the money.

You don't think it's love, do you? He's
twice her age.

Well, thank you very much, Miss Enright.

As long as I'm at it, there's one more
thing.

My apartment, you see, overlooks the
marina parking lot.

On the night that Jack Crandall died, I
happened to be on my balcony.

Miss Wilder.

Did Doug Crandall tell you he planned to
go to Reno?

Reno?

Can you think of any reason he may have
wanted to go there?

I didn't know Jack very well.

I liked him.

He was the kind of person you could go
to if you needed help.

Was he helping you with something?

He was trying to.

Something about your father's death?

No, of course not.

That was years ago.

It was about money, as a matter of fact.

Are you having financial problems?

My husband handles all of my financial
affairs.

Last year, he invested rather heavily in
some land deal near Reno.

Something to do with the highway they
were supposed to build. Well, it all

through, and I lost quite a lot of
money.

Jack was trying to find out if I could
recover any of it. Does your husband

that you asked Jack to help you?

No.

No, he mustn't know.

You see, he would think I was going
behind his back, that I didn't trust his

judgment. Ms. Wilde, this land, could
you tell me where it is?

Well, it's all supposed to be rather
confidential, but if... Godfrey,

this is Mr. Barnaby Jones.

I know who he is.

He's a private detective who's trying to
make such a mystery out of young

Crandall's death.

We're just trying to find out what
happened, Mr. Wilde. I thought the

already knew what happened.

Crandall was drunk.

He usually was.

I'm afraid that that's all Tracy and I
can help you with.

There is one related matter that you may
be able to throw some light on.

What's that?

I hear that your car was parked at the
marina the night Jack Crandall was

drowned. Mind telling me what you were
doing there?

I didn't tell him that.

Whoever told you that is mistaken.

Are you sure, Mrs. Weil?

Yes. You see, Godfrey couldn't have been
at the marina.

We were together all evening.

Neither of us left the house that night.

How'd you get in here?

I'm Steve Crandall, Jack's brother.

Oh.

I heard what happened.

Now I know why Jack wanted to stay in
Santa Carla.

Well, I'm sure I don't know what you're
talking about, so if you kindly leave...

Why don't you just forget the act?

I was going through Jack's papers and
found his gas credit card receipts. Some

had your license number on them.

All right.

But please believe me, Jack was sweet
and kind, but there was never anything

between us. Then what is there to hide?

You're being naive.

I'm a married woman.

People don't understand platonic
friendships.

You really don't expect me to believe
that.

Look, my husband's on his way here. I
don't think your husband's on his way

at all.

Well... Jack always said you were the
cynic in the family.

He talked about me?

All the time.

How you were the ambitious one ever
since you were kids.

How you used to walk him to school to
see he didn't get beaten up by the older

boys.

Sometimes he beat us both up.

But you'd never run home and complain to
your parents.

I was fought a wrong battle.

You see, I do know a lot about you.

Now, after I got your name from DMV,
I... I'll check in.

This house must hold a lot of bitter
memories for you.

Because my father died here.

It's still my home.

At least that's the way I think of it.

I grew up here.

I used to do my homework in this room.

My father would be sitting in this
chair.

So long as I could turn around and see
him there, I knew nothing bad could ever

happen to me.

Jack told me he used to feel the same
way about you.

Did you ask him to investigate your
father's death?

No.

There was no mystery about it.

The power failed.

My father was lighting some candles in
his study.

The curtains caught fire.

He was trying to put them out.

They fell down on top of him.

He was trapped.

Were you in the house then?

He was asleep.

Some of the housekeeper rushed in and
got me outside.

I see.

Do you mind if we went outside? This
place really gives me the creeps.

Steve, knowing you through Jack and now
finally meeting you, I feel I can

somehow trust you.

What was Jack trying to find out from
you?

Nothing really.

Just about some land investments my
husband made for me in Nevada near Reno.

I'll explain something.

I'll be seeing you again.

I hope so.

Where are you staying?

On Jack's boat.

You'd like to see me arrested for
murder, wouldn't you, Lily? I merely

Barnaby Jones the truth.

I did see your car.

And a lot of dollar signs, too.

What is it this time, Lily?

Another trip to Europe or more cash to
cover your bank loan again?

Inflation, Godfrey, it keeps us always
in need.

But if you think turning that detective
on to me is going to help you, forget

it. It's not going to help you get one
cent of Tracy's money.

Once you're put away where you belong,
Tracy will be free to do exactly as she

pleases with it.

You fool.

Don't you know what would happen?

All right, how much do you want?

I'll give it to you out of my own money,
but not Tracy's.

How much is it worth to you to stay out
of prison?

Sometimes prison would seem like a
relief.

You should have been sent there years
ago.

For killing Tracy's father, you still
believe that old lie?

You got rid of Selma Lawrence because
she knew the truth.

Selma Lawrence? Yes, I did.

Maybe it's time you knew the truth about
Selma Lawrence, Lillian.

Not in the desert?

No, it's in the mountains.

Now, what I want you to do is check in
at the land office there and see if they

have a record of any real estate
transactions involving Godfrey Wild.

Okay, I think I could do that.

And Betty, remember the last time you
went to Las Vegas and I had to wire you

money?

Listen, Bobby, I've, uh... Oh, I... I've
learned my lesson. I mean, I am going

to stay so far away from those one
-armed bandits, you won't believe it.

Well, actually, I'm just a law student,
Mr. Long. I haven't taken my bar exams

yet, but it's a real break for me to get
to know somebody with your legal

experience. Well, thank you, young man.

Of course, my legal experience was
mostly inside the office.

Well, from what I heard, you ran Godfrey
Wild's law firm.

32 years I worked for that firm.

And here I am having to count my
pennies.

Yeah, well, it seems to me Godfrey Wilde
treated you pretty badly after all you

did for him. Not even a pension.

Or a profit -sharing plan.

Well, you weren't the only one who was
sent out to pasture without a pension.

To whom were you referring?

The woman who worked for the Enrights. I
think her name was Selma Lawrence.

What about Miss Lawrence?

Well, Godfrey had her fired.

Packed her right out of the Enright
house without even a month's salary.

Oh, no.

No, he didn't.

He was more than generous.

I heard.

That's not the way I heard it.

I ran Godfrey Wilde's office. I know
everything that went on there.

A check was sent out to Miss Lawrence
the first of every month.

Maybe we're not talking about the same
person.

No, no, no. There was only one.

Selma Lawrence.

I used to send out those checks to Reno
myself.

Before I was forced to retire.

Reno?

You wouldn't happen to remember her
address, would you?

I don't know what you're really after,
young man.

But I don't give out that kind of
information.

Thank you for the drink.

No, Barnaby.

There's no record of any Nevada land
deal involving Godfrey Wild.

Listen, I'll be landing back in L .A. in
about two hours.

Betty, I'm afraid you're going to have
to take a later plane.

The other day, I was unable to locate an
address on this.

I want you to see if you can locate a
Selma Lawrence living in the Reno area

quietly, I imagine, and probably for the
last 12 years.

Uh, Selma Lawrence.

All right, I'll get right on it.

All right, tire's stuck, Tracy.

Okay, Steve.

How'd I do?

You were born sailor, Tracy.

Steve, I've had such a marvelous time.
Please don't spoil it. I'm sorry.

But no matter how the chips fall, I
can't call Barnaby Jones off the case.

Steve, I... I'm frightened.

Look, your husband won't lay a hand on
you. I'll see to that. But Carpy has a

gun. Can you thread me with it? No, not
yet.

How do you know he has one?

Last night I left my scarf in his car, I
thought, in his glove compartment.

What kind was it? What did it look like?
I don't know. Small, flat.

Was it like the one Jack had? I don't
know, Steve. Please, it's not me I'm

frightened for. It's you.

Godfrey found out about you and Jack and
killed him, didn't he? I don't know. I

don't know. All I know is I want to be
free of him.

I want to be free of him. All right, all
right, all right.

Let's help each other, then.

How? We'll both go to Jones and tell him
what you know.

Godfrey's threats, the gun. No.

No, Steve, I don't want what happened to
Jack to happen to you.

Tracy, listen to me. No, please, you
listen.

Now, Godfrey promised.

He promised that if you got that
detective to go away, he promised that

me free. He wouldn't try to get me back,
please.

Tracy, if you help Jones nail Godfrey,
you will be free. No, he'll kill you.

He'll kill us both.

Tracy!

Uh, J .R., this is Steve Crandall. Is
Barnaby there?

No, he isn't. He just took a hop over to
Godfrey Wilde's house. Is there

anything I can do?

No, no, that's okay. I'll go up there
and talk to him myself.

Bye.

He all right? Very lucky man, I'm told.

A crash like that could have cost a cat
eight of his nine lives.

How long before he can tell us what
happened?

Who knows?

He was unconscious where they got to
him. Still is.

A couple of hours, a couple of days.
Excuse me, Mr. Jones.

Now, one of you, this seems like an easy
turn.

We're going pretty fast to overshoot it.

What is it? What did you find?

Looks like a piece of taillight, Lou.

If that's from Crandall's car, that
would mean he got a little help from

going over this cliff.

I'm really quite tired of answering your
questions, Mr. Jones.

If you don't mind my saying so, Mr.
Wilde, you don't seem to be too

find out that Steve Crandall's car just
flipped off the road not too far from

here.

Unfortunately, accidents seem to run in
that family.

The facts don't point to an accident,
Mr. Wilde.

I don't see what that has to do with me.
Well, I thought you may have been

driving by and seen something. It might
prove helpful. It happened around one o

'clock. No, I was here having lunch with
my wife. That's funny. I came by about

that time to talk to you, but nobody
answered the door and your car was gone.

You said that was one o 'clock?

Ah, yes. Actually, we'd finished lunch
earlier than that. Tracy dropped me off

at the club and then took the car to be
serviced.

You know, when we were driving up, we
noticed that your car was still gone.

Well, actually, Tracy's still using it
to keep an appointment with Derek to get

her hair done.

You know, if there's nothing else, I do
have business to attend to. Well, if

there is, we'll get in touch with you.

You can drop me off at the motel.
Betty's due back from Reno about now.

Well, don't you think we better see if
Tracy's alibi checks out with her

husband? You know, before they have a
chance to compare notes.

Well, that's why you're going on to the
beauty parlor.

Ask Tracy if she'd like to come over for
a drink later.

lot, Speedy.

Yeah.

Where you been, Betty?

Gallagher Airport said your plane landed
an hour ago.

Oh, well, you know how airports are.

I had to wait forever for a taxi.

Oh, but I did find Thelma Lawrence, or
at least I found out where she lives.

Did you see her or speak to her?

No, a woman beat me to it.

Her next -door neighbor said that she
saw Selma put some luggage into an old

black limousine, and then they drove
off. An old black limousine? With large

whitewall tires?

Yes, and California license plates, do
you know it?

Lillian Enright drives a car like that.

Does one -armed bandits take all your
money?

What makes you think that?

I saw that taxi that brought you here.

Jay?

You weren't really baptized J .R., were
you? Yeah, yeah.

My folks were frightened by a can of
alphabet soup.

Is this going to take long?

Not much.

But really, this is a bore.

I mean, if Mr. Jones wanted to see me,
why couldn't he drop by the house?

He did, he tried. About one o 'clock
this afternoon, but you were out.

Shopping, I guess.

No, I was sailing most of the afternoon.

Well, it sure was a nice day for it.

Does your husband like sailing?

Not much.

Then he wasn't with you.

What Mr. Jones should have done is to
call first to see if I was home.

I mean, I just don't sit around the
house waiting for detectives to pop out

the blue.

What does he want?

Well, for one thing, to find out why you
lied about knowing Jack Crandall.

I didn't want to lie.

Steve made me do it.

Steve.

Crandall.

Well, it really doesn't matter now.

Now that Steve's dead.

Wait a minute. What do you mean Steve is
dead?

Don't you know?

He's been on the radio.

I've killed in a car accident.

No.

I haven't heard.

Please come here and fix this.

What did you mean when you said Steve
made your lie?

He didn't want Mr. Jones to find out
that it was him and not Jack that I

Well, I can't really say in love with.

I never really was in love with Steve.

He was just a lot of fun, that's all.

How does Jack fit in?

I asked him for help.

I needed someone Steve would listen to.

You're so insanely jealous.

Of Godfrey.

Even of Jack, as it turned out.

Now, wait a minute.

Are you saying that he thought that his
own brother was making time with you?

Yes.

But I couldn't get him to believe that
there was nothing between me and Jack.

He came to me the night that Jack died.

Full of wild threats.

Against you?

No, against Jack.

He said he was going to go down to the
boat and settle it.

I

can't

stay, Derek.

I couldn't have done better myself.

How much do I owe you?

Oh, Derek, you're impossible.

Police have identified Steve Crandall of
Los Angeles as the man who escaped

death in a freak auto accident on North
Santa Carla Road.

First news of the accident came in
moments ago from our mobile unit on the

scene. Crandall, the police say, owes
his life to some hikers who happened

the L .A. man trapped in the wreckage of
his car earlier this afternoon.

A rescue squad arrived moments later and
rushed Crandall to the hospital.

where he's reported in stable condition.

Shall we go?

Yeah.

If ever I'm in need of a detective, I
know who I'd call.

Yes, may I speak to Mrs. Tracy Wild? She
had an appointment with Derek.

Oh, thank you.

He just left with J .R.

They're probably going directly to the
motel bar.

When Jedediah calls, I'll be with
Lillian Enright.

Tell him to wait.

I'll get you back to your corner as soon
as we're finished.

J .R., there's something I'd like to get
first before I speak with Mr.

Jones. Can it wait?

Well, it's a letter that Steve wrote
after Jack died, and I think it might

him understand why he killed his
brother.

Where is it?

I didn't want Godfrey to find it, so I
hid it.

Please, I'll show you where.

Reno? No, Mr. Jones, you're wrong.

I haven't been to Reno in years.

The doorman downstairs said he helped
you unload some bags this morning.

Charles? He drinks a lot, you know.

His description of the lady with you
matches that of Selma Lawrence.

Vodka.

Charles would like you to think it's
mineral water, but it's really vodka.

Miss Enright, as a rule, I don't go to
the police until I'm pretty sure what's

going on, but...

Would you come here, please?

Selma, this is Barnaby Jones. He's a
private detective. Miss Lawrence.

How do you do?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

I don't have to answer any questions.

Mr. Wilde has paid for your silence for
a long time, hasn't he?

Mr. Wilde has paid for my retirement, if
that's what you mean.

Maybe it would have been better had you
answered these questions 12 years ago at

the inquest.

Then a young man named Jack Crandall
might still be alive.

I don't know anything about that.

But you do know what happened the night
that David Enright was killed in that

fire. Whatever I know is between me and
Godfrey Wilde and nobody else.

I understand that you were very close to
Tracy after her mother died when she

was five.

Yes.

I love that child very much. Enough to
protect her against anything?

Well, children always need protection.

Now that I've met you, I can see that
you're not the type to take money to

or for any other reason excepting to
protect Tracy.

No. No.

And that's the reason you didn't show up
at the inquest? Because you couldn't

bring yourself to say that you knew that
Tracy was responsible for her father's

death?

Oh, Miss Lillian.

I think I'd better call Godfrey and tell
him that we're coming over to town.

Yeah, I remember it.

I read about it in an old newspaper
account.

This is where you hid the letter, huh?

It's my home.

I hide everything here.

My thoughts, my dreams.

Whenever I'm in trouble, it's the only
place I know.

I used to do my homework in this room.

My father would be fitting in this
chair.

So long as I could turn around and see
him, I knew nothing bad could ever

to me.

Look, have you got the litter?

It's upstairs.

Let me show you around first.

This is where my father died.

I was asleep when I heard him calling
for help.

Asleep?

I thought the newspaper said that the
fire took place a little after dark.

I came running downstairs.

Smoke was coming out from under the
door.

It stopped me.

It held me back.

Selma. She was a housekeeper.

Yes.

She and Godfrey were in it together.

They both killed my father.

It was an accident.

Tracy didn't mean to do it.

She had lit some candles. The power had
gone out.

The curtains caught on fire.

When her father tried to put them out,
the burning curtains fell on them.

Tracy lost her head. She ran out the
door, closed it, pressed herself against

it. She wouldn't even let Selma get in.
She wasn't trying to stop me from saving

her father. She was just trying to close
out that awful sight of burning and her

father's pain.

The fireman had it out, and David's body
was being removed by the time that I

got there.

And that's when the lying started.

Right then and there.

She was in shock.

She felt that she had caused the fire.
And in her panic, Patton answered her

father's cry for help.

She started blaming others.

But first it was Selma.

She even tried to poison me.

Me.

So Godfrey paid off Selma, had her
safely hidden away before the inquest.

So she couldn't testify against him.
Exactly.

Then he packed me off to a mental
clinic, tried to have me declared

so that he could take over my
inheritance.

At 12 years old?

He would have needed a guardian in any
case.

Don't you see how clever he was?

He was trying to get me committed for
life.

That way he would control my money
forever.

Less than nine years later, you married
him.

Yes. Well, I didn't realize at the time
what he was after until after we were

married. Her father had been my closest
friend.

So, of course, I wanted desperately to
help Tracy.

How long has she been in therapy?

A little over three years.

And as she grew older, I tried my own
hand at trying to break down that sense

guilt. I remember Mr. Wilde calling me
on the telephone and telling me how well

the child was coming along.

And suddenly she wasn't a child anymore.

Yes.

She'd grown into a beautiful woman.

And I found I'd fallen in love with her.

Hello?

Hello, I was given this number by the
doorman at Miss Enright's building. Is a

Mr. Barnaby Jones there, please?

Yes, one moment.

It's for you.

Barnaby, I haven't heard from J .R. yet.
Are you sure they were coming straight

back here from the hairdressers?

Yeah, did you try to bar?

They're not there. I just went over.
I'll get back to you, Betty.

Did Tracy have anything else to do today
besides go to the hairdresser?

No.

Something wrong?

I had an appointment with her and J .R.
to talk, and they seem to have gotten

lost.

Godfrey, if something's frightened
her... Yes.

If that's so, I think I know where she'd
want to be.

Come with me.

Listen, I hate to keep pushing about
this, but could you please go upstairs

get the letter?

All right.

J .R.? I thought after telling you
everything...

You take pity on me.

I don't want revenge.

I thought I did.

But I know now that all I want is to

go away.

Forget the past.

Help.

Help me.

Please.

There never was a letter, was there?

No.

I wanted to speak to you first.

I knew Mr.

Jones would never understand.

You heard on the radio that Steve wasn't
killed.

And you don't want to face Barnaby
because you'd have to explain to him why

thought he was dead.

Oh, please, please, try to understand.

Please, Godfrey told me. He told me that
he pushed him off the road. He must

have thought he killed him.

Tracy, let's go.

No!

Shut up!

I'm sorry.

I don't have the gun anymore.

Tracy!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

It's all right.

Taylor followed me here. You said he
wanted me.

He tried to attack me.

I never told you this before, Godfrey.

But I don't like this house.

I haven't for a very long time.

Sure.

Maybe it's time we sold it.

I think we better be going, ma 'am.

Yes, Godfrey.

You always know what's best for me.

I guess there are things you can't
always protect someone from.

No matter how much you love them.

Better have that looked after, Mr. Weil.

Thank you for all your trouble, Mr.
Johnson.

Well, it wouldn't be too much point in
bringing her to trial, would it,

Not when she's already serving her
sentence.