All language subtitles for Hunter S05E16 - Blood Line

Tonight on "Hunter."

He's dead.

Whoever's responsible
for killing the horse

is also responsible
for the groom's death,

and I want you two to
do something about it.

You're coming out of
this with $4 million bucks.

No one else can say that.

I didn't wiggle my ass
till even that Irish mule

couldn't help but notice.

At least he noticed.

Stupid people do stupid things.

Ah!

Ah!

I think you're
connected to his death.

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Holy hell!

It's Zephyr Blue!

God.

Try to calm him down.

Jenny!

Jenny!

Easy, easy.

Doc, this is Garth.

It's Zephyr Blue.

He's going crazy.

No, no, no.

You better get down
here right away.

Get him out of there
before he hurts himself!

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, easy.

Easy.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, baby!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, baby.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, what's going on?

He's going crazy.

Get away from him.

Easy.

Easy.

Whoa, baby.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, boy.

Whoa!

Whoa.

Chris!

What's possessed the animal?

No idea.

What happened?

Zephyr Blue kicked him.

Call an ambulance.

Get my bag.

Now!

What set him off?

I don't know.

He was tearing the place
apart when I came in.

Chris has been kicked.
I've got to get an ambulance.

Get a truck!

Garth's getting a truck.

Be quicker than waiting
for an ambulance.

- Is it bad?
- Oh, no.

He's just having a
wee nap, you idiot.

He was kicked in the head.

We're taking him
to the hospital.

Ted, what's wrong with him?

He's dead.

What?
Just like that?

How?

I'm going to need
a hand with Chris.

OK, on three.

One, two, three.
Easy.

Careful.

Easy.

OK, I've got his head.

That is the rest of my work.

How come you always finish
your reports before I do?

I use smaller words.

You know, I think I
need an energy burst.

Will you give me something
from the machine?

Something with chocolate?
- Hey.

You seen this?

This morning's sports page,
right there in the headline.

Zephyr Blue.

Can you believe someone
would kill a horse like that?

Well, Captain,
it doesn't say killed.

That's because they haven't
read the autopsy report.

The vet found a tranquilizer
dart in Zephyr Blue's flank.

Someone killed that
horse, and I want you

two to do something about it.

But that's a property loss.

It's not a homicide.

Wrong.

When the horse died,
he sort of went crazy.

A couple of the employees out
there at the Hidden Valley

Ranch tried to calm him down.

One of them, a groom named Chris
Marley, got kicked in the head.

He died this morning
of his injuries.

- It's manslaughter.
- At least.

Whoever's responsible
for killing the horse

is also responsible
for the groom's death.

You know, I... I'm
not a heavy better.

I go to track four
or five times a year.

But that horse was a...

Was a real beauty.

Anyway, it's your case.

Hidden Valley Ranch.

That's... that's way out
in the hills, isn't it?

OK, Dee.

Grab your britches.

Let's hit the trail.

So you and your husband
owned Zephyr Blue

as well as these facilities?

Is that correct?

Yes.

And you just recently
mated Zephyr Blue?

Nearly three weeks ago,
to a mare named Reef Rider.

Now who had access to
the horse this morning?

Who lives on this compound?

Oh, my husband, Jerry
and I. We live here.

And whenever we stud a
horse, we lease our bungalows

to all the parties involved.

It keeps them from having to
get a... a hotel room in town.

So Michael Mullenby, the mare's
owner, he's on the grounds.

And so are Wade and
Bonnie Arlington,

the prospective owners
of Reef Rider's foal,

if the breeding was successful.

It's too early to tell.

We'll know in the
next couple of days.

Yeah, who else?

Ted White, our vet.

And our grooms.

Jenny, Garth, and Chris Marley.

We're heartbroken.

Chris was only 20.

While all the grooms were
trying to steady the horse,

Chris just got in the way.

Jerry waited with
him at the hospital

all night until it was over.

We all thought it
was an accident.

And now you're here.

Losing Zephyr Blue, uh, must
have set you back financially.

It's not often you
claim a horse for $1,200

and it turns out
to be a champion.

But we don't care
about the money.

We loved Zephyr
Blue like a child.

How much was he insured for?

$2 million.

But only for a racing
injury or natural death.

We won't collect a dime.

Hello.

I'm Jerry Kessler.

Mr. Kessler, Sergeant Hunter.

How are you?

If you don't mind, I've got
some things to take care of.

Certainly.

Thanks very much.

Who'd ever thought?

My vet says it was PCP,
enough to kill an elephant.

Keep, uh, PCP here
on the grounds, do you?

Yeah.

But just the vet
has access to it.

So I guess anybody could have
taken it out of his wagon.

It's not like we keep things
under lock and key around here.

Who'd want to kill
your horse, Mr. Kessler?

I just don't know.

Your wife was telling me
that, uh, Mr. Mullenby, is it,

owns the mare?

That's right.

Where could I, uh, find him?

Oh, he's down on the track.

This way?

Yeah, straight down.

To the left?

I'll be talking to you
later, Mr. Kessler.

Thanks.

First the dart is filled
with the medication of choice.

This is an empty one.

Then it's, uh, simply slipped
into the tranq gun like that,

and then it's just a matter
of aiming and firing.

Does anyone else at Hidden
Valley Ranch have a tranq gun?

I have no idea.

But I do know that the dart
that was used was lethal.

It had 500 milligrams
or so of PCP in it.

Had to collapse the
horse's nervous system

like a house of cards.

How long would it
take that horse to react

after it was shot with a dart?

Well, that would
be almost instantly.

Now it was fired at
very close range.

The dart was very
deep into the muscle.

You know, I've put down
dozens of... of great horses

with a broken leg or
that kind of thing.

It's always a great loss,
but at least it's humane.

This was, uh... it's
just plain murder.

I'd like to take the
gun back to the lab

to determine if it
was the one that

was used to shoot Zephyr Blue.

Sergeant, you, uh, certainly
don't suspect me of anything.

Well, doctor, you
don't know of anyone

that would have a reason
to kill that horse, do you?

Well, no.

Neither do I.
Until I do, I have

to cover all possible options.

- I see.
- Thank you.

Mm.

No way does my company
pay off to the tune

of $2 million bucks.

Zephyr Blue did not
die a natural death.

End of report.

So why is the policy restricted?

Sergeant, does the word
fraud sound familiar?

Look, thoroughbreds
aren't cheap.

You might as well put $50
bills in their feed buckets.

When they don't win,
people have this habit

of trying to collect on them.

Oops!

My horse ran into a tractor.

Yeah, well, Zephyr
Blue was a winner.

You asked.

Look, I don't know
who offed the nag.

I do know Jerry Kessler
won't get a shekel from us.

You want to move?

Mr. Mullenby.

Yes?

What is it?

I'm Sergeant Hunter.

The Kesslers told me that
you own Reef Rider, the horse

that, uh, Zephyr Blue was
mated to about three weeks ago.

That's right.

He's a three-time winner
of the Cork Stakes

and once came second
in the Irish Derby.

Mm.

I understand that, uh,
you were there the morning

they found Zephyr Blue.

What brought you to the stables?

Well, my bungalow isn't
that far from the barn.

I heard the ruckus.

Uh, it woke me up just
about, uh... just about dawn.

Naturally, I was concerned,
so I went over to the barn

to have a look.

And what'd you see?

Well, it was Kessler's
regular vet, Ted White.

He was on his way.

And, uh... well, by the
time we got there, Marley

was lying on the
floor unconscious,

and the other grooms were trying
to calm the poor animal down.

Now who in the hell would
want to kill that horse?

Have you talked
to Wade Arlington?

No.

Mr. Arlington is
on my list, though.

Well, I happen to know
that Wade and Bonnie

Arlington are nearly bankrupt.

You see, Wade
squandered all the money

his father left him, buying
every worthless thoroughbred

he could find.

Sure, the man has no
eye for horseflesh.

Now what does that
have to do with anything?

Well, if my horse, Reef Rider,
drops a foal sired by Zephyr

Blue, Arlington owns it.

Now with Zephyr Blue dead,
the value of that foal

becomes two or three times more
than Arlington paid for it.

And how much you think?

Over $4 million.

Enough to get Arlington
out of the hole, hmm?

Well, wouldn't
Arlington be taking

a risk killing
Zephyr Blue before he

found out that Reef Rider took?

That's what horse racing's
all about, Sergeant.

Risk.

And Arlington's not afraid
of making a bet like that.

Sure, the man has
hocked everything.

Has loans out everywhere.

He's desperate.

You look into it.

You'll see I'm
telling the truth.

I'll do that.

Thanks.

Appreciate it.

Well, it's kind of funny
you should accuse Mullenby,

because he's accused you.

That... I wouldn't
trust that man any

further than I could throw him.

And I wouldn't take
anything Michael Mullenby has

to say about us very seriously.

He's just trying to get even.

Yeah, for what?

We bought the coal
that Zephyr Blue

hopefully sired with
Mullenby's horse, Reef Rider.

Our bid was substantially
higher than the others,

not that it matters
much to Mr. Mullenby.

He has a personal
ax to grind with us.

Yeah, why is that?

My father owned a
Kentucky breed farm.

Partnered with Mullenby.

When my father died, Mullenby
claimed he was the sole owner.

We sued him.

We won nearly $5
million, not that Bonnie

and I needed the money.

He has considered us
mortal enemies ever since.

You see, we have no reason
to want Zephyr Blue dead?

We don't even know
if Reef Rider took.

You will know that in a
couple days, though, right?

Possibly tomorrow.

If she isn't pregnant, than
Zephyr Blue's line ends here.

And you won't have to
give Mullenby any money.

And if the horse
is pregnant, then

you'll have a foal worth, what?

Three or four times
what you paid for it?

- Did Mullenby tell you that?
- Yeah.

Don't you see what he's doing?

No, I don't.

He's trying to frame me
for the death of Zephyr Blue.

He's trying to ruin my name.

Well, that's a little
extreme, don't you think?

You keep your eye on him.

You'll find extremity to be well
within Mr. Mullenby's means.

- What you going to do?
- Stop it, Mullenby.

Someone's going to find out.

They're going to know!

They're going to know, Mullenby!

Ain't going to
happen, Jerry boy.

Ain't going to happen!
- Ah!

You're useless.

I'll kill you, Mullenby!

I'll kill you!

I've never seen Zephyr
Blue act like that before.

It was like he was going crazy.

Some people are
blaming him for Chris

getting kicked in the head,
but Zephyr Blue was never mean.

How long have you been
Zephyr Blue's groom?

Since he was born.

Just right before the
Kesslers claimed him.

They saw his potential, and...

And I just stayed
on as his groom.

Do you know if the
Kesslers had any enemies?

Any people that might
have wanted to hurt Zephyr

Blue to get back at them?

Nobody I can think of.

You really loved
that horse, didn't you?

When he died, I died too.

Good day to you,
Mrs. Arlington.

Mr. Mullenby.

Please.

Call me Michael.

Why?

Listen, I've seen you
strutting around this place.

What's a fine woman like
you doing with a ponce

like Wade Arlington?

Money?

No.

Can't be.

Not unless you,
uh, miscalculated

during your courtship.

That glue factory he calls
a stable, what a joke.

You're boring me, Mullenby.

Well, maybe it's time for
you to acknowledge the fact

that you made a mistake.

Maybe it's time for you to
try and, uh, correct it.

At least for a couple of nights.

And maybe it's time for
you to talk to my husband.

I don't care how
big your operation is.

I don't care how many times you
fly over here on the Concorde.

You don't belong
in this business.

You're a low life
bastard, and nothing's

ever going to change that.

Come off it, laddie.

You're talking low?

There's nothing lower in my
book than a man who kills

a horse for his own profit.

That's a lie, and you know it.

I only know that
you're coming out

of this with $4 million bucks.

No one else could say that.

You killed that horse
to ruin my reputation!

Well, that's one
hell of a reach.

Hard to ruin that which doesn't
exist in the first place.

Don't press your luck.

There's nothing I'd
rather do than whip

you again at your own game.

Sonny, you couldn't whip anyone.

Everyone knows that
your wife holds

the weapon in your family.

That's right.

That's where that
tail belongs, boyo.

Right between your legs.

Leona, I'm going to take
you to the baddest restaurant

in the city...

Mm-hmm.

And this weekend, two
nights on Catalina Island.

One step at a time, Sporty.

The sweetest honey is lonesome
in its own deliciousness.

Which means?

Romeo and Juliet.

The best is meant to last.

Uh, don't go away, ma'am, OK?

Romeo and Juliet, huh?

Romeo and Juliet.

Romeo and Juliet.

As I recall, a lot of people
died in Romeo and Juliet.

What is it, McCall?

I have got a hot streak
going you wouldn't believe.

What's that, the lottery?

Leona.

She can't keep her
hands off of me.

Yeah, well, that must
be your... your, uh...

Your personal magnetism, hmm?

What's up?

Come here, come here.

I want you to tell me
everything that you

know about the death
of a thoroughbred

whose name was Zephyr Blue.

There wasn't any
insurance money involved,

and we're having a hard
time pinning down a motive.

I will do some research and
development among people in the

know.

Now when do you need this for?
- When do I need it?

I needed it yesterday.

Look, you know how it is.

If it's going to infringe on
any of your time with Leona...

Look, I love you,
McCall, but nothing

comes between me and Leona.

Not even my favorite
piece officer, OK?

Must be your magnetism.

How you doing, Jenny?

Hi.

Just fine.

Well, that's a beauty.

Yeah.

What kind of horse is that?

It's a thoroughbred.

Yeah?

How old is he?

It's nine.

How can you tell that?

By his teeth.

Let me see your teeth.

Here.

Do they have little
rings around them, or...

Uh, where can I
find the Arlingtons?

Uh, down there.

Look for the Rolls Royce.

Right down here?

Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

Is this how you
get your kicks prying

into other people's lives?

I don't see how our financial
status is any of your business.

It's all a public
record, Mr. Arlington.

It's a temporary setback.

It's nothing major!

Listen, uh, how much do you
think Zephyr Blue's foal's

appreciated since his death?

Damn it, I couldn't
kill a horse for money.

That goes against everything
my family stood for.

I love horses.

Yeah, I know you do, but
give me a ballpark figure.

How much?

$3, maybe $4 million.

$3, $4 million.

And yes, that would wipe
away most of my debts,

but I swear to you, I did
not kill Kessler's horse.

I told you that before.

Wade!

Wade, honey.

The vet just ran a
test on Reef Rider.

It's positive.
She's in foal!

We own Zephyr Blue's colt.

Uh, do you mind if we, uh...

No, not at all.

Congratulations.

Our ballistics
report backs you up.

The dart that killed Zephyr
Blue did not come from your gun.

Seems to me I, uh,
told you that before.

It seems to me I told
you that we had to cover

all possible angles, so...

Now about the PCP that was
used to kill the horse,

were you missing any?

I checked.

I couldn't tell.

500 milligrams isn't
enough for me to know.

I mean, it's not enough to miss.

So they might have
got it from me,

or they might have got
it from somebody else.

It's the most common
animal tranquilizer around.

Hey!

Get away from my horse!

Who gave you permission
to handle my horse?

I work here, Mr. Mullenby.

I don't need permission.

You do when it's Reef Rider.

Now you stay away from her.

What's your problem?

Hey, leave him alone!

Get away from him!

Get up, you little coward!

That's enough!

He had it coming.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Take somebody a lot tougher
than him to hurt me.

Shut up, you little runt.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, you.

Come on.

You're a regular barroom
brawler, aren't you?

So?

What's it to you?

You know, you're not looking
too good in all this, Mullenby.

People don't seem to like you.

He was handling my horse.

Uh-huh.

No one touches her
without my permission.

Yeah.

You ever use a tranquilizer gun?

Sure.

Once or twice.
- Recently.

I told you before,
Sergeant, if you're

looking for someone with good
reason to kill Zephyr Blue,

look into...
- Yeah, Wade Arlington.

I know all about it.

Forget about him.

I suspect you, Mullenby.

You know why?

Because you're stupid.

And stupid people
do stupid things.

To the successful
fruit of two great lines.

I'd like to toast
the memory of Chris

Marley, a fine young man
who will be greatly missed.

And to the memory of Zephyr
Blue, the fact that his spirit

will live on in
the form of a foal.

I think Chris Marley would
be pleased with that.

Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

Uh, where's Mullenby?

Making some kind of annoying
statement with his absence?

I called his bungalow
and gave him the news.

You'd think he'd
want to celebrate

his mare being in foal.

I told him we were
getting together.

He said he'd be here.

Well, I was sure he was
there when we went by, honey.

He's going to be
upset with all of us

if he thinks we forgot him.

- Who cares?
- True.

I'll go get him.

Michael?

Are you in there?

Michael?

Michael?

Heart arrhythmia followed

by a respiratory
collapse followed

by total cardiac arrest.

In other words, his
heart and lungs gave out.

Toxicological exam
showed that he died

the same way the horse did.

Tranquilizer gun?

Apparently.

They found a dart
stuck in his ribs.

Well, the Arlingtons, the
Kesslers, Dr. White, Garth,

Jenny, two kitchen helpers.

They were all there.

Any one of them could have
done it, but why would

they want to kill Mullenby?

I think the key is, why
would they want to kill

the horse in the first place?

You know, we don't
seem to be getting

any closer on this case.

The field's still wide open.

Yeah, well, the
field may be wide open,

but I've got some ideas.

Excuse me.

You gonna drink very
much more of that, darling?

I most certainly am.

Just as much as I can hold.

Or were you simply being
pointlessly rhetorical?

No.

No, I'm just trying
to calculate how long

it's going to take
before you're completely

stewed to the eyeballs.

Isn't that what you boys
at the VMI used to call

getting fried to the gills?

Very cute.

You were such a cute boy, Wade.

Once.

Damn it, Bonnie.

We don't need you
getting filthy drunk.

We both need to keep
our wits about us.

You have wits?

I hadn't noticed.

Oh, yeah.

It was you who threw that
punch at Michael Mullenby

in front of that cop, I believe.

Yeah, well, I didn't wiggle
my ass all over this farm

till even that thick Irish
mule couldn't help but notice.

At least he noticed.

I don't save my old calendars,
or I'd be able to tell

you the last time you noticed.

You know, there's really not
that much left to catch my eye.

You pitiful thing.

You had to try and be a
man at the wrong time.

Now we're this close
to a murder charge.

Aren't we, darling?

Mullenby didn't give
a damn about the horses.

He was just in it for the bucks.

He was the biggest
jerk I ever met.

So you've had dealings
with him before, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, he bought a mare
here a couple of years ago.

What, uh... what's the
relationship between Mullenby

and Kessler, huh?

Never could figure that out.

They're complete opposite.

Kessler's a hell of a guy.

And Mullenby is a jerk, right?

You said it.

It must have been kind
of embarrassing to have

him slap you around the
barn yesterday, huh?

Enough to kill him?

Oh, come on.

I didn't have anything
to do with that.

Somebody did.

All right.

All I know is the night
before Mullenby was killed,

Kessler and him had an
argument in the stalls.

I don't know what it
was about, but Mullenby

blew up and decked Kessler.

Now while he was down, he
kicked the hell out of him.

Kessler rolled around
trying to get out,

but Mullenby flipped out.

He just kept kicking him.

What did Kessler do?

I don't know what you mean.

Well, he must
have done something.

What did he say?

He threatened to kill Mullenby.

Come on.

Hey!

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Haven't you looked at
a map lately, boys?

This is not Reno.

Put the money down.

Get against the back wall.

Sergeant, look.

This is really not the time.
- Yeah, yeah.

I hear it every day.

Come on.
Come on.

I don't believe this..

Yeah, neither do I.

This is Fat Ernie.

He's South Central LA's
resident expert on horseflesh,

and he's just got through
doing six in the county jail

on.

Ernie ought to be more careful.

Yeah, well, maybe you could
ask your vice friends to cut

me a little slack next time.

Depends on what you got.

There was a ton of action

riding on whether
Zephyr Blue and Reef

Rider would produce a foal.

What, are you kidding?

Everybody knows that Zephyr
Blue has a low sperm count.

Last time they tried to
stud him it didn't take,

so the odds were running about
80 to 20 against the foal.

Check it out.

Then I get a phone call from a
guy who wants to lay $100,000

on Reef Rider making a baby.

That's a high roll from
somebody I've never heard of.

Against the odds?

So I get a little curious.

Turns out the man's
name is Nance,

and the man works at
the biotesting labs.

Guess what he does for a living?

I wouldn't have
the slightest idea.

Both of you back up
against this wall.

Sit down.

We test all species of
animal sperm for fertility.

Just last week, we examined
the sperm of a Bengal tiger

for a zoo.

Did you ever test a thoroughbred

called Zephyr Blue?

Oh, of course.

That's Mr. Kessler's stallion.

Here we are.

Examination was to
determine whether he

was capable of being a sire.

I have a copy of
our certification.

Zephyr Blue was fertile.

Do you have a
backup sample here?

No, we're a testing lab.

Not a sperm bank.

Did you do the test yourself?

No, it was Mr. Nance.

Mr. Nance.

Well, I'd like to
discuss the testing

procedure with him, if I may.

Of course.

Eric, this detective...

Hold him!

Where are you going, Eric?

Did you verify the test results?

I... I don't understand.

It's standard procedure
to have another lab

technician verify the analysis.

I told you, Zephyr
Blue was fertile.

Now I've got
nothing else to say!

Really?

Well, I've got a bookie
named Ernie who says you do.

D... doesn't mean anything.

I think you doctored
the test results,

and Jerry Kessler
paid you to do it.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Recognize that man?

It's Kessler's partner.

He was murdered.

Now I think you're
connected to his death.

Not a chance!

Look, the man said no
one would ever find out.

Do you have any idea how
much a lab technician makes?

About as much as a cop.
Who paid you?

Jerry Kessler?

Jerry Kessler.

Continue, Mr. Kessler.

Well, it was Mullenby's idea.

After he approached me
about mating Zephyr Blue

with Reef Rider, I tested
Blue, and he tested infertile.

I told Mullenby.

Mullenby said we could still
pick up a quick million each.

Now this place isn't the
moneymaker that it looks like.

I needed that stud.

So after Mullenby explained his
scheme, I went along with it.

And you both planned to kill
the horse afterwards, right?

We couldn't chance
anyone finding

out that he was infertile.

So Mullenby jumps the gun, kills

Zephyr Blue before he could find
out if Reef Rider was pregnant.

That's why you were fighting
with him in the stables, right?

He hated Arlington.

Mullenby killed Zephyr
Blue while Arlington

was still on the grounds,
waiting for news of the foal.

He wanted to ruin
the man's reputation.

We'd been artificially
inseminating Reef Rider

at every chance we could get.

Mullenby knew that the odds
were in our favor for a foal,

and we'd collect our
money from Arlington.

And he jumped at the chance
to make the breeding community

think that Arlington
killed Zephyr Blue, even

though nobody could prove it.

You knew you couldn't
trust Mullenby.

That's why you killed him.

I didn't do it.

Now, you can charge me with
fraud and... and greed, or even

plain stupidity,
but I swear to you,

I didn't kill Michael Mullenby.

The DA has just filed
first degree murder

charges against Jerry Kessler.

Boy, you don't look
too happy about that.

No, I'm not.

Look, see, Kessler and
Mullenby were partners all

the way down the line, right?

Right.

They conspired to defraud
Arlington with Zephyr Blue

and then kill the horse so
nobody would find out about it.

Yeah, so Kessler killed
Mullenby so that no one would

find out about their scheme.
- Right.

But see, I don't
agree with that.

Kessler admits to
fraud, but he doesn't

admit to killing Mullenby.

Now I believe there's a
couple of people out here

at that horse ranch had perfect
motive to kill Mullenby.

The stories just don't jive.

I don't think Kessler
killed Mullenby.

Well, who do you think did?

I don't know.

We'd better find out.

Garth.

Hey, Sergeant.

Listen, I'd like to ask
you a couple of questions

about the morning
that Zephyr Blue died.

Shoot.

Shoot.

Say that around here, and you're
liable to find a tranq dart

sticking out of your butt.

Yeah.

Now you told Sergeant McCall
that when you're responded

to the noise in
Zephyr Blue's stall,

you went by Jenny's apartment,
but she wasn't there.

Yeah, that's right.

Now Jenny's apartment is
right across from Zephyr Blue's.

Yeah.

Well, how is it that you
and Chris got to the stall

before Jenny?

Well, uh, things
happened so fast,

I never really thought about it.

She got there a couple
of minutes later.

Where do you think she was?

I don't know.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Hi, Jenny.

Hi.

Could I have a word
with you, please?

Yeah.
Yeah, sure.

Come on in.

Thanks.

Well, you got yourself a
regular museum here, don't you?

Yeah, I guess
you could say that.

Kind of convenient being
right across from Zephyr

Blue's stall, isn't it?

I guess you can keep close
tabs on him then, huh?

Yeah, I could hear almost
everything over there.

I could even hear his heartbeat.

You know, in, uh, tracing
back everybody's story the night

that the...

The horse was killed, there are
a couple things that bother me.

You see, Garth told me that, uh,
when he responded to the noise

in Zephyr Blue's stall,
he and the stable boys

were the first to
arrive on the scene.

When he went to use the phone
to call the veterinarian,

he knocked on your door,
and you weren't here.

Yeah, I could...

I couldn't sleep that
morning, so I went for a walk.

Well, you couldn't
sleep because, uh, you

heard Zephyr Blue kicking
around in the stall.

So you went to the
window, you looked out,

and you saw Michael Mullenby
go in Zephyr Blue's stall

and shoot him with the dart gun.

Uh, no.

That's not true.

And then you followed Mullenby.

No, I went to go get help.

And you saw him hide the gun.

And after he hid the gun,
you came back to help

the others with the horse.

After the horse died, you went
back, and you got the gun.

You waited till the next day.

And before Michael
Mullenby could

join the others at the
party, you shot him

just like he shot Zephyr Blue.

But that horse meant
everything to me.

That horse was all I had.

Why didn't you go
to the authorities?

Because what would
they have done?

They don't care what
happens to a horse.

Nobody cares like I cared.

Guess who's looking at
conspiracy to defraud?

And Jenny's looking at
second degree murder.

Wow.

How about Jenny, huh?

Such a sweet-looking face
on such an intense girl.

I mean, she was so unfocused
in reality with people.

All she could do is put all
her energy into that horse.

It's kind of strange.

Well, her attorney's going to
plead her temporarily insane.

And if I were a betting
man, I would say

that she gets off scot free.

Will you look at that?

You go to court, and
your work just piles up.

You know, if you
were a betting man,

how'd you like to wager dinner
at, uh, my favorite restaurant

that I finish my work
before you finish yours?

Well, look how small your
stack is compared to mine.

You use smaller words.

Tom Jones?

What work?