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Most family relationships aren't easy.

Have any idea what it's like looking at your baby brother over the barrel of a

.38?

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Hey,

take a chance.

I want him to know that you're off limits.

Changed. I've cleaned up my act.

What do you mean? He just vanished from the book? Yes. How can that be? Let's

just say it's an interesting part of the puzzle. This time.

You're on your own. This time I'm innocent.

Excuse me. I don't mean to bother you, but are you Jessica Fletcher?

Yes, I am.

I knew it. I've read your books, all of them. I think you're terrific.

Well, that's very kind.

Thank you.

This is my favorite. I brought it along from New York. I don't suppose you

could... Sign it? Of course.

Who shall I make it out to?

Wayne.

Wayne will be just fine.

There you go.

So, what brings you to Maine?

Well, I have a friend who lives in Cabot Cove, or at least somebody who used to

be. I'm hoping we can get back together again.

It was a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Fletcher. Thanks for the autograph.

It means a lot.

No trouble at all. I hope everything works out for you. So do I.

So do I.

How can you stand there and argue with me, Doc?

You've got eight parking violations and you haven't paid one. You seem to forget

I am a doctor. Now, a doctor gets an emergency call.

He doesn't stop to figure out where he's going to park his car.

Oh, yeah? Well, let's see. This one was outside the bakery. This one's in front

of Haggerty's Pool Hall.

That's enough.

What's the fine?

Simple math, Doc. Fifteen dollars times eight.

You should have been an accountant instead of a policeman.

Well comes next election you are losing one of your most valuable votes We don't

have elections doc. I was hired by the City Council Hey, this is for

$70 you've got eight parking violations you owe me a hundred and twenty Well, I

took the deduction because I paid them all at once

It's been a while.

I understand how you feel.

But I want you to know things are different.

I've changed. I've cleaned up my act.

You're not even going to listen to me? Oh, I listened, Wayne.

Time and again, I listened.

And what did I ever get out of it?

Just a whole lot of pain.

I'm here because I want to make it up to you, Morton.

I can't do it in New York.

I figured maybe here, with your help, I could settle down, find a job, and maybe

even become what you thought I should be.

Is that asking too much?

Maybe you could think it over.

I'm staying at the Lighthouse Motel and check out to 12 noon.

If I don't see you by then, I'll go.

Okay.

Sheriff? Mrs. Fletcher.

Thought you weren't due back from New York until tomorrow.

Well, I got finished sooner than I expected.

Oh, I managed to find the book that Adele was looking for. May I give it to

you to give to her?

Is everything all right, Sheriff?

Sure. Why shouldn't it be?

Well, you seem to be having a slight altercation with your desk.

Oh, that? I just do that every so often just to stay in shape.

Ah. Then it had nothing to do with the young man I just saw leaving. No, he was

just some stranger passing through town.

I see.

Look, Mrs. F., it's really great to see you, but I'm kind of snowed. Of course.

We'll talk later.

In a minute, Adele.

Mark, I just want... Now, Josh, shut up and listen.

Now, you said you wanted a chance. I'm going to give you one.

But if you mess up in any way, no matter how small, I'm going to come down on you

so hard you're going to wish you were back making license plates. You got

that? Yeah.

One more thing.

Anybody asks.

Anybody.

You're just a friend of a friend. Nothing more.

Sure.

If that's the way you want it.

Zach's kind of a bear, but he'll treat you fairly.

Reminds me of somebody else I know.

Don't threaten me, Perry Montage. Then you better start listening to reasons,

Zach. What reasons?

You're a lousy con man. I don't know your damn sense.

Facts and figures don't lie, Zach. You know it. I know it. You're a fact.

You're a figure. I don't want either one of them. Gentlemen!

Is there a problem here? There's no problem. Zach and I are just taking care

of some old business, right, Zach?

What can I do for you, Sheriff?

Jack, this is Wayne Stearns. He needs a job, and I heard you were looking for a

deckhand. You ever work a fishing boat before?

No, but I learn fast.

All you gotta learn is to live with a stink of fish.

I just want to work, sir. That's all I care about.

Okay. You just do what I tell you. When I tell you, we get along fine. You stow

your gear below.

Sure. Thanks.

Hi, Jack.

Can't give you any trouble. Any problems at all, just don't hesitate to call and

I'll take full responsibility. Don't worry, Sheriff. You'll be the first to

hear it.

All set, Captain Franklin.

Call me, Jack.

You can start out by swapping down the deck. You'll find a mop in the bucket.

Ah, on the starboard side.

She's looking for the hose. It's over there.

What would I have done without you?

Probably found it yourself.

Elaine Franklin.

Zach's daughter. Wayne Stearns. That candid training.

Dad finally hired someone.

Good. I've been after him about that for ages.

You're not from Cabot Cove, are you? Just came in yesterday.

It's a nice town. You'll like it. I like it already.

Dad, Wayne was just telling me the good news. It's about time we got a little

help around here.

Looks like he's doing more talking than working.

Right.

Yeah.

I see we're in our crusty sea captain mode today.

Daughter, you run the business. Leave the boat in the heart. Help to me. You

better get on back to the office before somebody steals this plane.

Aye, Captain.

Anything you say.

Thank you for beauty.

And this is Otto, biggest of the bunch. Oh, he's a real scrapper. They make the

best eating, you know. Well, I'm not at all sure that I care about personalizing

my dinner.

This is the one, Jessica. Trust me, I'm never wrong about muskmelons or lobster.

Why don't you wrap up Otto here for Mrs. Fletcher? She'll take care of the

damages and with any luck invite me out for supper.

What's the hurry?

Emergency. I think I may be parked in red zone.

Thank you.

Mrs. F?

Oh, afternoon, Mort.

I want to apologize for being so short with you yesterday afternoon.

Oh, no apology necessary. I happened to drop in the office at a bad time. I hope

things are better today.

Enjoy. Thanks. So how is your brother enjoying Cabot Cove so far?

Well, he hasn't really seen that much.

You know.

I met Wayne on the plane coming back from New York.

He had a copy of one of my books and he wanted me to sign it. But it happened to

be the one that I dedicated to you.

Then I remembered that Adele once said that you had a younger brother in New

York City that you never talked about.

And then when I saw his bag with W.M. on it and saw the two of you arguing in the

station, I realized that I had to be right.

Mrs. Ebb, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anybody else about this.

Any reason?

Well, I've got my reasons and they're very important to me.

Well, of course, Maude, if that's what you want.

Thanks. You're a real friend.

Wayne, hi.

Hi. I hear Dad actually let you pilot his baby back to port yesterday.

Pretty amazing, isn't it? I think he's actually beginning to trust me.

Did you enjoy it?

Yeah.

As soon as I peeled his eyes off my back.

Listen, Elaine, I was wondering if maybe this evening... Why haven't you finished

the simple task I gave you an hour ago? Oh, Zach, I was just... No excuses.

Get cracking.

That was uncalled for.

I mean, he's been breaking his back for three weeks now. You could at least cut

him a little slack.

I want him to know that you're off limits.

And I hope it's something that I never have to talk to you about. Hey!

Damn poacher!

What do you think you're doing?

What's your problem, Captain Kelly? You got your nose in the rub bucket again?

You were out of the East Bay last night.

I told you before, those are my waters. As far as I know, the ocean belongs to

God and the seagulls. They're not necessarily in that order.

Until I find out different outfish where I like, when I like. Let's go, daughter.

Get out of the woods.

Dad!

either leave on your own two feet or by an ambulance.

Will you pay for this?

Both of you.

Dad.

I'm all right. I'm all right, Dad.

Peggy White.

Yeah.

Who was that guy?

Nate Keller, captain of the Vagabond.

He used to own the Gretchen.

He's drunk half the time, and he's not a very good fisherman.

Couldn't keep up his payments on the boat, so the bank took it back.

Dad and Terry Montaigne bought it at a reduced price.

Which didn't make them too popular with Keller.

Especially Dad.

Thank God you were here.

You were wonderful.

Thought I told you never to come in here.

Yeah, since I've been working for Captain Bly, I've seen less of you than

I have of dry land.

How about I buy you lunch?

Thanks, but I'm not hungry.

What do you want from me, Mort?

I'm doing the best I can.

So I've heard.

And who knows, maybe in a couple of months, I may even start to trust you

again.

But until then, I don't even know you.

Wayne. Mrs. Fletcher, hi.

I was just going to have a bite of lunch. Would you like to join me?

Thanks, that'd be terrific.

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher. Hello.

Special scallops in burgundy wine sauce, and I'll be back in a minute to take

your order.

Well,

I must say that the sea air certainly agrees with you. You're looking very

fit. I love it out there.

I don't think I've ever found any place more quiet and peaceful.

Then things are going well for you?

You know about me and Mort, don't you?

Well, I know that you're brothers.

And I know that there's something between you both that Mort won't talk

about. Yeah, I can't say I blame him. I haven't exactly made it easy.

Well, most family relationships aren't easy.

You know, when Dad died, Mort felt like he had to take his place. All of a

sudden, he wasn't a brother anymore.

He was just some guy with a tight face pretending to be my father.

Well, that's not unusual under the circumstances.

Sure, but back then it drove me crazy.

I felt like I was living under Mort's thumb 24 hours a day.

When I started getting into trouble, Mort thought I was doing it just to tick

him off.

How serious was the trouble?

Not much at first.

Fights, gang stuff, things like that.

But I'm not going to lie about it.

It got worse.

A lot worse.

And you know Mort, if he ever has to have a heart operation, I'm sure they'll

find a gold badge in there.

Breaking the law is the one thing he can't seem to forgive.

Is that what you came to Cabot Cove for?

Forgiveness? I figured I could start a new life here.

Prove something to Mort.

Maybe myself.

But no matter how hard I try, Mort still won't believe I've changed.

I don't think he ever will.

Wayne, Mort may be hard to deal with at times, but I've never known anyone more

fair and decent.

So be patient with him.

Give him a little more time.

And if you don't want him to give up on you, then for heaven's sakes, don't give

up on him.

You don't send things peculiar.

But where are your parts?

You owe me 50 bucks, Doc.

35.

I'm deducting 15 for this violation I just pointed out to you.

Ordinance 42.7 of the city charter, parking in the red zone.

24 hours, Doc, and then it's jail.

You'll have to catch me first, and I'm pretty fast on my feet.

Hi, stranger.

Dad around?

He's on the boat. I'll get him.

Wait, listen.

Zach's going to be down in Creekport this weekend, and I thought maybe we

could have dinner together or something.

Well,

I don't know. Zach scares off everybody I meet because he thinks they're not

good enough.

But knowing his criteria, that leaves doctors, who don't come around to docs

very often.

And saints who don't come around anywhere.

Hey, take a chance.

Make a killer pasta.

I don't know. You keep twisting my arm.

Don't even think about it.

Elaine, I've said this before, but I'm not going to say it again. I don't want

you here hanging around the boat. Damn it, Dad. When are you going to get it

through your head that I'm not 12 years old?

Just get right on. Zach, never.

You never lay your hands on me.

You better go.

It'll be all right, I promise.

Hello.

Zach, this is stupid. We gotta talk about this.

No, I'll talk and you do the listening.

What do you take me for? You think I'm blind?

I seen that tattoo you got on your arm when you was fighting Keller.

That's a prison tattoo.

That's one teardrop for each year spent. You're an ex-con.

So why don't you go ahead and fire me?

Boy, I've got nothing against a man that's paid his debts. I just don't want

you hanging around my daughter.

Zach, she's a grown woman. She has a right to see whoever she wants to. Not

the next time.

Of course, now, I could phone Sheriff Metzger, tell him I found some money

missing from the cash box.

How do you suppose he'd take to that?

Well, I think you and me understand each other now, don't we?

So, why don't we get underway now?

See if we can catch some fish.

If you'll cast off the bowline, please, sir.

Oh, it's the sheriff.

Well, thank you for breakfast, Jessica. I expect I'd better be on my way. Seth,

what is this?

Every time you see the sheriff, you act like a wanted criminal.

Well, there could be some truth in that, so don't tell him I was here.

Oh, good morning, Sheriff.

Come on in. Nice to see you.

I was just finishing breakfast.

Would you care for a blueberry muffin?

Thanks. No.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher, I know you had a talk with Wayne yesterday.

That's right. We had lunch together.

Did he tell you he was in prison?

No. He told me that he'd been in serious trouble with the law. He never denied

it. Well, let me guess.

He probably gave you the helpless little boy version.

Father dies leaving a bottomless void for poor Wayne Metzger.

Stern older brother becomes father figure and makes his life a nightmare of

misery and pain.

Sounds like something out of Charles Dickens, doesn't it? He must have hurt

you very badly.

That's not the point.

Isn't it? Look, Mrs. Fletcher, I am just trying to save you some grief.

Wayne is like, he's like two different people.

Trouble follows him wherever he goes, and I just don't want you to get hurt.

Hello?

Why, yes. Yes, he is.

Let's go.

I'll be right there.

Well, Wayne's done it again.

Elaine, I'm so sorry.

Your father, he's missing. I think he's dead.

No.

God, no.

I don't know.

We were out late last night. Zach decided to anchor so we can get an early

start in the morning.

He told me to get some sleep and he'd take the first watch, but he never woke

me to relieve him.

When I got up, he was just gone.

What do you mean? He just vanished from the boat? Jack! How can that be? I don't

know, but I knew something terrible had happened because the cabin's been ripped

apart. I called the Coast Guard. They're still out there. I'm going to take a

look around.

Somebody had a fight down there.

The real Donnybrook.

There's something else.

Maud?

I went to sleep in the forward cabin.

I want the truth, Wayne.

I told you, I don't know what happened.

We were alone on board.

I went to sleep. When I woke up, Zack was just gone.

Oh, I suppose Peter Pan took him off to Never Never Land. Maybe we were boarded.

By who, Captain Hook?

No, Captain Ned Keller.

He had an argument with Zack three days ago. They hate each other.

You expect me to believe that Ned Keller sailed up to the Gretchen, boarded her,

had a fight with Zack, stabbed him, threw him overboard, and then just

sailed away, and you never heard a sound?

Try spending a few years in prison, Mort. You'll learn to sleep through just

about anything.

Yeah, nice fairy tale. Only from where I stand, it stinks.

Then do something about it, copper, and get off my back.

Sheriff, lab reports are in.

Blood and tissue on the blade.

Blood type matches Zack's. Any prints?

None. Killer probably wore gloves.

No motive, no fingerprints, no body.

Now that's what a defense lawyer would call a real fairy tale.

The evidence will come, Wayne, like it always does with you.

Only this time you're on your own. This time I'm innocent.

Don't try to leave town.

Stay close to your hotel room.

Andy, keep an eye on him.

Right, sir.

Oh, hello, Elaine.

Mrs. Fletcher, please, I know you're a friend of Wayne's, and I've got to talk

to someone. Oh, of course. Please, please, come in.

Mrs. Fletcher, I don't know what to do.

Sit down.

I'm so sorry.

Your father's death must have been the most terrible shock.

It's not just that.

It's... Just before the Gretchen put out, Wayne and Dad got in a terrible

fight. I mean, they practically came to blows.

Oh, dear.

And there's something else.

Dad kept $2,000 in a cash box on the boat, but when the police found the box,

there were only a few hundred dollars left. I didn't tell anyone because I

knew it would look bad for Wayne, but... Someone has to tell the police about

this, but I think you know that.

Yes.

And I know all the evidence is against it, but I just can't believe that Wayne

killed Dad.

Elaine, you know, evidence is like a jigsaw puzzle.

You can't see the whole picture until it's completed.

But there are pieces of this puzzle that just don't seem to fit.

Two grand.

All this for a lousy 2,000 bucks.

We don't know that yet.

That's good.

I'll be right there.

Well, it's the same old story.

First the lies, and then he pulls his vanishing act. What are you talking

about? There was a deputy I had watching Wayne's room.

Apparently he slipped out the back window and took off.

Well, I'll tell you something, Mrs. Fletcher.

This is where it ends.

I'm so sorry about your father. I know how close the two of you were.

Thanks, Terry.

Look, I know it's not the best of times, but you can't sell the Gretchen. Why?

Well, obviously your father never told you that I put up most of the money.

He was supposed to make monthly payments. Simple truth is, he never did.

Dad said you were equal partners.

Well, we were, but he kept putting off the payments, and I let him slide

because of friendship. Elaine, the Gretchen is mine.

Now, I'll buy your share. I know it can't be too much, but under the

circumstances, anything will help. You can't do this.

Oh, yes, I can.

I've got the paperwork, Zach's promissory note.

Be smart.

Take the money.

Zach would have wanted it that way.

Hope I'm not intruding.

No, not at all.

You know what really kills me?

I actually let myself believe that this time maybe, just maybe, he really wanted

the change.

Well, aren't you being a little premature?

People who aren't guilty don't sneak out back windows. It's as simple as that.

Maybe he felt he'd already been judged.

Forgive me, but you haven't been exactly supportive.

I wish I had a nickel for every time I try to support Wayne.

I'd be driving one of those German sports cars.

You see, when I made sergeant back in New York, Wayne started running around

with a bunch of punks.

Small stuff at first, petty larceny, con games, numbers.

But it kept on getting worse and worse.

Then a few years ago, something happened that turned my life upside down.

It was during a raid on a major fencing operation.

Here I was, standing in an alley full of garbage cans while the rest of my unit

went in the front door.

All of a sudden, someone shot out the back like they were being chased by the

hounds of hell.

So I drew down on him. Freeze!

And he did.

You have any idea what it's like looking at your baby brother over the barrel of

a .38?

I'm sorry.

I had one second to make a decision that would change my life forever.

Don't ask me why, but I heard a voice.

My voice.

Saying, run, go, get out.

And he did.

He got out of there like a scared rabbit.

Thought he'd learned a lesson that he'd never forget.

Two weeks later, he was arrested for being a wheel man in a jewelry heist.

One of his pals shot the guard inside the store.

So they sent Wayne to prison.

That was three years ago.

Then it wasn't job burnout that brought you up here to Cabot Cove.

I had knowingly helped a criminal escape the scene of a crime.

Every time I pinned down my badge, I felt like a fraud.

I knew I couldn't stay there.

So I came here.

Started a new life.

All of a sudden, he shows up and it's happening all over again.

Do you know what your problem is, Sheriff?

You're being betrayed by your own emotions.

You're not seeing Wayne through the eyes of a policeman.

All you're seeing is your younger brother.

who has brought you a tremendous amount of disappointment and pain.

Now, the law says that a man is innocent until he is proven guilty.

And the Mort Metzger that I know has always applied that fairly, regardless

of his own opinion.

Mrs. F., I really need your help.

What a mess.

How could anybody on the boat not hear this?

But what is odd is that there's no blood in here. Only out on deck.

Which means the fight started in here and ended up outside.

Tax killer stabbed him and threw him overboard.

Well, what we do know is Wayne was not involved in this struggle.

How do we know that?

Well, when the Gretchen pulled in, Wayne was frightened, but he didn't show any

signs of having been in a fight.

I mean, he had no cuts from this broken glass, no bruises on his face and hands.

which could indicate that there was somebody else on the boat.

Keller.

Ned Keller?

Wayne told me Ned and Zack had a fight.

Well, it's no secret. Those two weren't the best of friends.

Wayne tried to tell me.

I guess I really wasn't listening to him.

Well, you're listening now.

We better have a talk with Ned Keller.

Sheriff Metzger?

Metzger. You got a call from Terry Montaigne. He says he knows who killed

Zach Franklin. He says you should get to his house on the double.

On my way.

Terry Montaigne.

I think I've heard the name, but I'm not really familiar with him. Well, he's

sort of a mystery man. People say he was a mercenary once, a soldier of fortune

in Southeast Asia.

He and Zach were partners in the Gretchen, although you'd never know it.

Come on, let's go.

That's it.

This is the sheriff.

Put out an APB on Wayne Metzger.

M-E-T-Z-G-E-R.

Charges murder.

Wayne, wake up. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

The police were here last night. They said you killed Terry Montale. No.

I went over to his house, but I didn't kill him. He was already dead when I got

there. Wayne, they said you ran away. What else could I do in the face of

everything that's happened?

You could have called Sheriff Metzger.

Yeah, and spent the rest of my life rotting in jail.

I've tried talking to Sheriff Metzger, and that doesn't work.

Elaine, I need your help. Please.

I don't know what to do. I need a place to hide until I can figure this out.

Oh, you startled me.

I thought I'd find you here, Mrs. F. You know, you really shouldn't be sneaking

around boats all by yourself.

Well, I'm not sneaking around.

Did you speak to Ned Keller?

Yeah, dead end. Oh, he admits to having a fight with Zach, all right, but he can

account for every minute during the night of the murder.

Well, now that leaves the matter of Zach's estate.

Did you check on that? Well, they didn't have any family except for Elaine. She

gets the warehouse, and now that Terry Montaigne's out of the picture, full

interest in the Gretchen. Kind of an odd thing, though.

What was that? Well, it turns out Zach had a pretty healthy life insurance

policy. Pretty recent, too.

Little Elaine is going to come into a nice chunk of money.

You don't think that... Well, let's just say it's an interesting part of the

puzzle.

Mrs. F., we've been over this boat with a fine-tooth comb.

Ah, just what I was looking for.

What do you got?

The blueprints for this boat.

What are you, uh...

Yeah, that checks out.

Oh, you mean you can estimate it that close?

Well, of course. Why not?

Do you mind telling me what you're doing, or do I have to wait for divine

revelation? I'm looking for a hiding place.

Aha!

Aha what?

Well, according to this blueprint, this hold is four feet short.

What do you mean? Somebody built a fake wall?

Well, in nautical terms, I think it's referred to as a bulkhead.

What do you think of that?

You know, just like a haunted house.

Anything striking or significant?

Looks like distribution codes.

Like something the Medellin cartel uses on drug shipments.

Wayne was telling the truth.

Zack's killer must have hidden in here.

Yes and no.

Did you say that Elaine got the Gretchen and the warehouse and the will?

Yeah, boat storage, marine supplies, that sort of stuff. Why?

Mort, we may not have much time.

Thanks, that helped.

There's a couch back there Dad used to use when he stayed over.

You can get some rest.

I'll get out of here as soon as I can. I don't want to cause you any more

trouble. I've caused you enough already.

Well, you haven't heard me complain, have you?

Now go lie down.

You look exhausted.

Not in money.

The Gretchen was used to smuggle drugs.

That's impossible.

Dad would never do anything like that. He may not have had any choice, Elaine.

It's my guess that Terry Montaigne financed the boat, then coerced your

father into smuggling to pay off his share.

No doubt Zach thought once the debt was clear he could quit, but that's not how

it happened.

This is crazy.

I heard them arguing about money the day I brought Wayne to the boat.

Zach was looking for a way out, and he didn't have too many options.

Then Wayne came along, and that's when he made his decision.

What decision?

To stage his own death?

Kill Terry Montaigne and frame Wayne for it?

Your father told Wayne to go get some sleep in the forewood cabin.

He said he'd anchor and take the first watch himself.

Next, he went out on deck and cut himself with Wayne's knife.

Then hid the knife in a place you'd have to be blind not to find it.

To make it appear as if Wayne had stabbed him and tossed him overboard.

Then he bandaged his own arm and came back in.

He wanted it to look like there'd been a struggle, so he wrecked the cabin.

Then he hid in the secret compartment he used to carry the drug shipments.

He waited there until a boat docked and it was safe to leave.

You always were too damn clever, Jessica Fletcher.

Dad? Oh, my God.

Put the gun down, Zack. It's all over.

Stay where you are, Mort.

You wouldn't want anybody to get hurt, would you?

Then it's true?

Everything they said?

I had no choice.

When Terry and I became partners, he never said anything about smuggling.

By the time I found out, it was too late.

Your mother was sick. You needed college money.

Fishing was worse than it had been in years, so I went along, figuring as soon

as I could pay him off for my share of the boat, it'd be over.

You know what happened?

He laughed in my face.

He says if I tried to quit, something would happen to you. That's when you

decided to kill him. That's exactly when, Mrs. Fletcher. But you knew you'd

be the prime suspect, unless you were dead, too. So you cooked up your little

plan. All you needed was the right fall guy.

And who could be more perfect than Wayne, an ex-convict?

Oh, Dad.

Lane, with Terry dead, the Gretchen, the whole business would be all yours.

I even took out extra life insurance to make sure you'd be okay.

And then what, Zach?

Were you going to hide for the rest of your life?

Not as hard as you might think, Mrs. Fletcher.

I know places in Mexico where the fishing is good and nobody cares who you

are or where you came from.

But first you have to deal with us.

So what are you going to be, Zach? What are you going to do, shoot us down right

in front of your own daughter?

Looks like I don't have any other option, Mort.

No!

Wait. Oh, God, please, no.

Oh, God, please, no.

Hey, big brother.

You still mad at me?

Call an ambulance.

Somebody, please, call an ambulance.

Hi.

I, uh...

I was patrolling in the area. How you doing?

Better.

Doc says I should be on my feet in no time.

That's good. I, uh... Look, I got another job for you on a fishing boat.

That is, if you want it. We've been through a lot lately, haven't we?

Yeah, we have.

And I guess I didn't make it any easier.

I didn't have any right to expect anything else. Yes, you did.

I'm your brother.

And I'm sorry.

It's been three years.

I missed you, kid.

Missed you, too.

How is my patient supposed to recover with you squeezing the daylights out of

him, Sheriff?

Mrs. Fletcher, I want to thank you for believing in me.

I'm not even sure why you did.

Well, it just didn't make any sense that a man would kill someone, radio the

Coast Guard, then come back into port with a murder weapon in full sight.

But beyond that, maybe there was a touch of intuition.

What I don't understand is, what were you doing at Terry Montaigne's house? I

got a message I should go there if I wanted proof I didn't kill Zack.

A message that was obviously sent by Zack and not Montaigne. He timed it so

I'd be there when you showed up.

When I saw you, I panicked and ran. That's enough of the third degree for

one day, Sheriff.

You'll have this young man's blood pressure doing handstands into the red.

Well, you are a fine one to be talking about being in the red, Doctor.

I know.

So, uh, here, now we're square.

What's this?

Bill for my services.

Wayne here took that bullet in your behalf, you know.

Good Samaritan law suggests that you pay his expenses, minus what I owe you.

Well, I figured possibly $70 from you, and we'd be dead even.