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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

- What did you get?
- 1.38.2.

He’s ready to fire.

You entered Swift Prince
behind my back.

If he wins Saturday,
we’re looking at 30 million.

What do you think?
Is this going to kill ’em?

If Swift Prince
doesn’t win this race,

I'm gonna lose everything.

- I didn’t give you permission to work him.
- Freeze!

My God, they’ve injected Swift Prince.

I’d appreciate it
if you could keep this quiet.

I can do this.
Nobody understands that horse like I do.

Ride him, Jill.

You know, I remember
hearing about Swift Prince

as a two-year-old when I was writing
The Triple Crown Murders.

Wasn’t he burning the tracks
up on the West Coast?

You got a hell of a memory, Jessica.

He was running for Mentone Farms
near Del Mar then.

And being mentioned
as a contender

in the following year’s Kentucky Derby,
wasn’t he?

- Right.
- But then, he just seemed to vanish.

Well, he had a training accident.

His fetlock, he injured it.

Never ran as a three-year-old.

You know, this may be

an amateur’s observation,
but from the way he’s looking,

I would say that Swift Prince

could hold his own again
on the track.

Yeah, that’s what
the new owners,

Wally and Catherine, said to me.

They wanted me to enter him
in the Raleigh this Saturday.

He works real good now,
he’ll be runnin’ Saturday.

With Jill aboard?

Maybe that was the surprise you
were so closed-mouthed about.

Call it fatherly pride,

but, Jessica, she knows
how to sit a horse

as fine as anybody else
that ever rode.

Well, at the risk of
a little God-motherly pride,

I have to agree.

What have you got?

About three-quarters.

Twelve and two.
Movin’ real good.

But he’s goin’ wide!
Don’t go wide with him!

Keep him on the rail, Jill.

Don’t let him bear out on you
like that

in the middle of the track.

Honey... go with him.

- What did you get?
- 1.38 and two.

Matt, that’s terrific.

Terrific? He’s ready to fire.

Excuse me, will you?

Hello.

Matt, hold on a second.
I wanna put you on the speaker.

Catherine dropped by
for a drink,

and I want her
to hear this, too.

Now what was his time?

38 and two.

Ha ha, it’s a go then!

And we’re gonna win it, too.

Oh, Matt, you’re magic.

What about Lloyd? Is he
gonna give us any trouble?

Uh, he’s coming in
from the coast this afternoon.

Don’t worry.

At worst, it will be two against one.

- Good ride, Jill.
- Thanks.

Dad, how’d he do?

1.38.2, honey.

So are we racin’
Saturday or what?

You bet we are, honey.
We’re racin’ Saturday.

Ah, Jill!

Okay, Jess, here’s the deal.

You tell me everything
you know about riding,

and I'll tell you
everything I know about racing.

Hey, and, Jess, to top it off,

I’ll bet you a lobster dinner

you can’t outdo
The Triple Crown Murders.

You’re on, Matt.

So what’s this one gonna be about,
aside from murder?

Oh, this wonderful
Blue Ridge country.

Breeding champions.

Those dreams you all
chase after.

Jess, the bet’s off.

If I can help you
with your research.

Oh, you will. I’ll guarantee it.
You both will.

And if I’m not here
pounding this keyboard,

I will be up at the house.

Wally has given me
the most beautiful room,

with a great view
of the mountains.

Say, when am I gonna see
Catherine and Tracy?

- Tracy, are you around?
- Over here, mom.

Swift Prince is going to run
in the Raleigh stakes on Saturday.

That’s great!
His time must have gone up.

Better than we hoped.

And that means that if he wins,
his stud fees go up, right?

Exactly.
To the moon, if we’re lucky.

We’ll have to wait until
the race on Saturday for that.

So does this mean I get to, uh,

invite another
100 guests to the wedding?

Oh, I’m afraid not, my darling.

We’re talking future now.

But your share of
the Raleigh handicap purse...

that won’t even come close to
getting us even,

and that’s if he wins.

Just the bridesmaids’
dresses, and now...

I don’t like this
any better than you do.

God knows, I don’t want
to disappoint you.

Things will loosen up.

If Paul can push
the loan through...

maybe we should just
postpone the damn wedding

until we can afford
to do it right.

I’m sorry, mom.

I didn’t mean to snap at you.

All you’ve got to worry about.

Paul told me a lot.

You don’t know
the half of it, my darling.

The truth is, Tracy,

we’re about this far
from losing all of it.

The farm, the horses,

the entire estate.

Oh, my God.

I’ve been hanging on
by my fingernails for months.

That’s why you needed Wally to come in
on Swift Prince, wasn’t it?

Well, and you’re
marrying a Hampton.

I thought it would be
in our best interests.

Well, it’s gonna be
a beautiful wedding.

Now you’re not just
doing this for me.

No. I’m definitely
doing it for me.

I like your champagne, Wally,

but not your surprises.

You entered Swift Prince
behind my back.

There was a deadline
for entries, Lloyd.

And he’s sound.
Just ask the Doc.

Our deal was the horse
goes straight to stud, no racing.

Catherine, Wally.

I’ve known Swift Prince
since he was a yearling.

I nursed him through his injury.

When I checked his leg
before I left the coast,

it was badly swollen.

You’ll find horses
have swollen legs

when they’ve been
laid up for a long time.

I took X-Rays yesterday.

There’s no indication
of residual damage.

He never gives me
any sign whatsoever

that he’s in any kind of pain.
He loves to run.

I don’t understand you people.

What in hell is the matter
with a sure

five, six million in stud fees?

This may sound like
a foolish question, Mr. Mentone,

but wouldn’t it be better
to have Swift Prince compete

in some of these
big handicap races,

and perhaps increase
his value by winning,

rather than not racing at all?

Bravo, Jessica!

If he reinjures that leg
and we have to destroy him,

we’ll have nothing.

Dad, Lloyd’s got a point.

I’m sorry you’re not
with us on this, Lloyd,

but it’s a done deal.

Catherine and I
have you outvoted.

To Matt and Jill.

We’re going to put Swift Prince
in the winner’s circle

at the Raleigh handicap.

To Jill then.

Catherine, I haven’t
seen Tracy yet.

Oh, Jessica, she’s in town.

She’s shopping for
wedding decorations.

Forgive me if I
touched a raw spot.

It’s not so raw
anymore, Jessica.

Paul and I just developed
different values over time.

What she’s trying to say is,

he was trying to buy
into Catherine and Wally’s plan--

You know, bloodlines
and stables.

Daddy, let go of it, please.
It’s over.

Oh, yeah, sure, it’s over.

- Yes.
- It’s over.

Have a drink with your old man.

I gotta get back to the bank.

Things okay with you and Tracy?

Okay.

Wonderful.

The wedding should be
a lot of laughs.

Dad, what do you want from me?

For you to get out of
that three-piece suit,

come back here,
help me run the farm.

But...

I’ll settle for that
year-end audit you promised.

The tax deposits are due
in a couple of days.

Okay, I’ll take
care of it tomorrow.

Thank you very much.

Come in.

Mrs. Fletcher, pardon me.

Oh, no, please. Please come in.

You don’t really give yourself
much time to relax, do you?

Well, I try,
but life and deadlines,

they seem to interfere.

And now me.

- May I?
- Oh, please.

I’m afraid all I can offer you

is some lukewarm coffee.

My favorite kind. Black.

Matt tells me

that you spent most of your life
in horse racing.

Yes, I grew up watching races

from the tower at Saratoga.

I’m kind of concerned
about Swift Prince.

Yes, so I gathered.

If there’s one thing
I’ve learned,

and I’m sure your research
has done the same for you,

it’s that race horses
are never quite the same

once they’ve been injured.

It depends on
the injury, doesn’t it?

- Yes.
- And the horse.

Mm-hmm.

The Raleigh handicap
is big time.

The top four-year-olds.

Ambitious trainers.

Hungry jocks.
They play for keeps.

And dangerous.

A shove by another horse,

a stumble, that leg
could collapse.

And there’s Jill’s safety
to be considered, too.

I suspect that Matt and Jill
are aware of the risks.

Forgive me, but
I think that your memory

is playing tricks on you,
Mr. Mentone.

The tower at Saratoga wasn’t built
when you were growing up.

If you’ll excuse me,
I think I’d better get back to work.

What do you say, Gus?

I hear you haven’t been around the stable
in about a week.

That’s about right.

That money I’ve
been slipping you,

I need you to be there,
keep me posted.

Well, I've been
under the weather.

Assistant trainer.

I’ve been on that job ten years

before Hampton brought
Matt in there.

I got it, Gus.

One of the saddest stories
I ever heard.

I want you back at work.

Now.

And sober.

Jessie, say hello to a yearling
broken about two months ago.

Still gets a little skittish

when you put a saddle on him.

- Ah, he’s lovely.
- Yeah.

All right, Sherry, up on top.

Let me tell you.

He’ll be a little
green with you.

Go easy with him now.

Easy, easy.

Take it easy.

Steady.

I didn’t give you
permission to work him.

I did.

Seeing as how you’re
not tending to your job.

You can’t do this to me.

I can’t? I just did.

Why don’t you gather up
your gear and get outta here?

We’re not through, Matt.

You were through
the day you were hired.

Hey, we’re not talking
about the national debt here.

We’re just looking at
a $600,000 line of credit,

fully secured,
and Mrs. Noble’s assets

are as sound as...

Yeah, I’ll have the appraisal for you
tomorrow at the latest.

Thanks. Oh, by the way, I wanna get this
through before the weekend,

because if, God forbid,
something should happen to Swift Prince

at the Raleigh handicap,
the lady’s balance sheet

is gonna take a major nosedive.
Thanks.

Very impressive.

- Hi, my darling.
- Hi, Tracy.

I’ve been trying
to call you all morning.

Well, I had to go
to Phillipsburg for a meeting.

So, what do you think?
Is this going to kill ’em

at my top-secret surprise
bridal shower?

You look very beautiful.

Oh, Paul, it’s gonna
be so spectacular.

We are going to have
the finest stable in Virginia.

Then you won’t have
to work in this...

silly bank anymore.

Tracy, I happen
to like banking, okay?

Come on.

You said you wanna be
your own person.

Face it, Paul.

The only reason you like it

is because your father doesn’t.

Matt!

Someone... someone clobbered me.

Don’t try to talk.

- Dad, what happened?
- He’s hurt.

I saw someone running.

I’m all right.

Hold him steady for me.

What is it?

The proverbial needle
in a haystack.

They’ve injected Swift Prince.

You mean, this is merely
butyl methate?

That’s what it smells
and tastes like.

I won’t know for sure
till morning if that’s what this is,

or if it got into
his bloodstream.

You should be thankful
they weren’t trying to kill him.

Kill him? It would only
make him run faster.

- So who’d wanna do a thing like that?
- And why?

Don’t the stewards always run blood tests
on the winning horses?

And whoever it was
must’ve known he’d be disqualified.

Not necessarily.

Race isn’t for three days.

Bute can be hard to detect
after the first 24 hours.

They had it planned, all right.

Sure, he wins the race,
then he takes the test,

he tests clean.

Anyway, I’ll call you
as soon as I know something.

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah, I’m fine.
I’m fine, sweetheart.

What are you looking
at me so strangely for, honey?

What if the test
comes back positive?

If the tests come out positive,

the stewards will
have to report it.

We’ll have no choice, we’ll have to
scratch the horse from the Raleigh.

Listen, can we talk
about the assailant?

Do you remember
anything about it?

Six to five, it was Gus.

You mean he tries to drug
Swift Prince

to make him run fast
and hopefully to win the Raleigh cup,

and then possibly
be disqualified?

Then if he doesn’t win,
there’s no blood test.

Exactly. But if
there’s no guarantee

that you or Matt
or Hampton Farms

would be harmed, I mean,

what would he hope
to gain from it?

Jessica’s right.

The whole thing just
doesn’t make any sense.

With Gus’ boozed-up brain,
what is sense?

Well, unless I’m
missin’ something,

any one of you,
including Mr. Mentone and Mrs. Noble,

would have more reason than Gus

for wanting Swift Prince
to run faster.

I’ll slide by Gus’ place
and question him.

All right.

Plus, maybe his fingerprints
will show up on the syringe.

- Or not.
- Just one moment.

One more thing.

I’d appreciate it
if you could keep this quiet

until after we got
the blood test results.

There’s no point in unnecessarily
alerting the track officials.

Of course not, Mr. Hampton.

Always delighted to do
you and your friends here a favor,

so long as it’s within the law.

Mother, the bridal shop

is insisting on getting
a certified check

before they even... Jessica!

Tracy!

Hello.

Oh, Wally, yes.

Oh, thank God.

The blood test is negative,
Swift Prince is clean.

Yes, go on.

Oh, that’s fantastic.

Oh, thanks.
Thanks for calling. Bye-bye.

Now I’ll be able to sleep again.

Oh, mother, that’s
such great news.

I’m so pleased for you.

Yeah, the committee’ll
take care of it tomorrow.

Okay, I’ll call you. Bye.

What can I do for you, Lloyd?

My friends tell me
that your head office in Chicago

is very sensitive
to the federal bank examiners.

Your.. Friends are, uh... right.

It’s a common concern these days.

Specifically, I hear
they’re worried about

the supporting documentation
on the loan application

submitted by Catherine Noble,

and approved on behalf
of this branch

by you.

I see.

Now, if she lied
on those applications,

she’s committed fraud.

And I’m sure
a case could be made

that you are a party to it.

Well, all I can say is,

I’m glad you’re not my partner.

And I can avoid
all this unpleasantness

by talking her into
voting with you

to scratch Swift Prince
from the Raleigh handicap.

In that case,

I believe I can guarantee
that everyone will live

happily ever after.

Get out.

Think about it, Paulie.

All right, Sammy, take him back.

Well, hi. How are you, Cathy?

- Oh, good, mostly.
- That’s good.

I miss working with you, Matt.

I miss you workin’ with me, too.

It wasn’t my idea
to go to work for Wally.

Oh, you know, Wally
wouldn’t have bought into Swift Prince

unless I allowed you
to become the trainer.

Really?

That’s a very nice compliment.

Matt...

I really need to win this one.

If Swift Prince
doesn’t win this race,

I'm gonna lose everything.

Noble Farms is mortgaged
way beyond the hilt.

Cathy, I knew things
were kinda tight,

but I didn’t realize
they were that tight.

Tony Maldonado
doesn’t have a mount,

- And as you know, he’s a top rider.
- That’s out.

Matt, Jill is like
a daughter to me, too.

And I know how much
you want her to ride,

but I think Swift Prince
is too much horse for her to handle.

Oh, too much horse.

Cathy, she can sit any horse.

Okay, Matt, friendship aside,

I need to reach out
for the best I can get.

All right, friendship aside,

I’m the trainer,
and I’m the one that decides

who’s gonna be
on top of that horse the day he runs.

Just read my contract.

I have the right
to choose the rider.

I’m sorry, Cathy,
but you had faith in me once.

I’m asking you to have
faith in me again.

All right, thanks, anyway.

Yes, I’ll tell her. Thank you.

Excuse me, Matt.

- This just came for you.
- Thank you, Jess.

Just talkin’ to
sheriff Benson there.

Talked to Gus who said he didn’t know
anything about butyl methate.

There were no fingerprints
on the syringe.

Oh, that’s too bad.

Yeah, but don’t worry.

I think everything’s
gonna be okay.,

because I have a hunch

that the key to taking
three seconds off

Swift Prince’s race
is right in here.

Oh?

I’ll let you know.

- Matt.
- Yeah.

That business with Catherine
wanting to use another jockey,

that’s gonna be all right?

Not to worry.

Nothing that a big win
on Saturday won’t cure.

Right.

Jill.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Got your bean-counting hat on?

Oh, yeah, dad’s audit.

Listen, you feel like
maybe grabbing a bite to eat?

Yes, okay.

Now listen, don’t move.

- I’ll be right over. Okay.
- Problems?

I’ll talk to you about it later, Jess.
I gotta run.

Oh, hi, Jessica.

Have you seen Paul anywhere?

He said he was gonna
be down here doing an audit.

Well, he was, but he left
about an hour ago.

Oh, um, we were gonna
talk about bridesmaids’ gifts.

Well, I guess it will wait.

Um, do you have
any dinner plans?

- I do now.
- Oh, great.

So there’s this new
French restaurant in the village.

It’s a little trendy,
but the food’s good,

what there is of it.

Sounds like half the French restaurants
in Manhattan.

Isn’t that Matt’s
truck up ahead?

Yeah, looks like it.

I wonder what it’s
doing out here.

Your statements
are almost ready for signature.

Nothing much to it,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Your basic robbery
assault that went too far.

And that video cassette?
You never found that?

Nothing on his person
or in the truck.

State police say witnesses saw
an itinerant in the area.

They’re looking for him now.

Matt stops to fix his flat.

Guy walking along
offers to help.

A drifter who just happens to be in
the same spot

on a lonely, two-lane road?

Sure.

Perpetrator bludgeons
him with the flashlight,

three good blows,
according to the coroner’s preliminary.

Then he grabs
Matt’s wallet and wristwatch,

and apparently, that videocassette
you said he was carrying,

and takes off.

But there are no tools on
any of these photographs here.

I mean, no jack, no tire iron,
no lug wrench, nothing.

He didn’t get that far.
He was still checking the tire.

Sheriff, excuse me.

Have you discovered
what caused the flat?

I can answer that, ma’am.

- It was a faulty valve.
- Faulty? How?

A speck of sand must’ve
caused a slow leak.

I couldn’t find anything,
but there were no holes in the tire.

Look, if you and Miss Noble
can just please sign these.

It’s gettin’ kinda late,

and Vern and I have
a whole bunch of paperwork.

- Just one other thing, Sheriff.
- One.

Sheriff, if I’ve said anything, I...

I’m sorry.
I guess because you’re their friend,

- I just figured...
- Catherine and Wally?

Yeah. Which side of the racetrack
you happen to come from around here

counts for a lot, Mrs. Fletcher.

The truth is, if it wasn’t for
this badge I was wearing,

those folks you’re
rubbin’ elbows with

wouldn’t give me
the time of day.

You know, you might
like to take a second look at that.

There’s a school of thought that says

that people get
what they think they deserve.

You had a question.

Have you been able
to locate Jill?

We tracked her down over
at Arlo’s restaurant with Paul Hampton.

They’re on their way here now.

And have you had
any response from the messages

that you left for
Catherine and Wally?

That’s two questions, Mrs. Fletcher,

but the answer’s no.
I guess they’re still out.

Same with Gus Tardio
and Mr. Mentone.

Had you seen Matt this evening?

No.

He called a little after 7:00.

He was upset.

Wally was here,
we were going out for dinner.

Matt asked if we’d wait,
he’d be right over.

Wanted to talk to us.

And he never turned up.

Around 8:30, I called
his office, no answer,

so Wally and I left.

Oh, Jessica, this is so horrible.

Yes, Louisville, please.

The number for Sport Track.

That’s on Highland Avenue.

Thank you.

Victor, Wyoming.

Right.

555-4475.

Thank you very much.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

I’ll see you later.

Jill, I’m so sorry.

I loved him so much, Jessica.

I did, too.

I couldn’t go home, you know?

I had to come here.

I’m gonna win this race
for him, Jessica.

I swear.

And I believe that you will.

And you’re quite certain
there were no calls

to or from Matt Cleveland
to Victor, Wyoming?

I see. And that notepad sheet
that I mentioned,

and the videocassette,
you haven’t found either one of them.

All right.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Right this way, Sir.

No, I haven’t seen Mr. Tardio.

- Right.
- She’s in the study.

Oh, now that is quick service.

That’s why I get
the big bucks, ma’am.

If you’d sign
right here, please.

Sure.

Thank you.

- Have a nice day.
- Mm-hmm.

The price of fame, no doubt.

Here you are, hiding in
the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,

and delivery people
still manage to catch up with you.

Oh, yes, they can be relentless.

Thank you so much, Wally,
for letting me use your phone,

and thanks also to your cook.

I’m gonna try to get Jill
to eat some of this.

Out of the park

turns Swift Prince,
down to the rail.

Jockey Rene Augusto
goes to the right-hand whip,

and Dancing Tommy
breaks Swift Prince’s stride.

He takes the lead.

On the outside,
Arnie’s Boy making a bid.

But here comes Swift Prince
down to the rail.

He passes Dancing Tommy
with a burst of speed.

Swift Prince holds on to win.

A magnificent show of heart,

capping a truly outstanding
campaign as a two-year-old.

I don’t get it.

He used to always run the rail,
and now, I can’t get him near it.

Your father apparently saw
something that we’re missing.

Do you think that’s why he was--

Hello.

Oh, yes, Catherine.
She’s right here.

I’ll tell her.

Catherine and Wally
are on their way over here.

They’d like to talk to you.

Oh, Jill, you know
how we felt about your dad,

and how you must be
feeling right now.

We wouldn’t even be
discussing this

if the race weren’t
coming off tomorrow.

Go ahead.

- What Catherine’s trying to say--
- I know. I understand.

You don’t think I’m in
emotional condition to ride.

And he’s going to know that.

We know how badly you want this.

How much you want
to see him win.

Anyway, Tony Maldonado
has become available--

I can do this.

I’m telling you, I can do this.

And we’ve decided
to let him ride.

Look, nobody understands
that horse like I do.

You know, nobody does,
except maybe my dad.

- Tony’s been up on the best, Jill.
- I know.

For some pretty big purses, and
he’s won more than his share.

We’re certain that Matt
would’ve understood,

and we hope you will.

Well, it’s your horse, isn’t it?

It’s your decision.

You surprise me, kid.

What made you change your mind?

You did, Lloyd,
and Matt Cleveland’s death.

A bum robs him and kills him.

That made you
see the light, huh?

I don’t believe that’s the way
it happened, Lloyd.

I think you killed him.

I never said I was brilliant,

but that dumb, I’m not. Okay.

So you change your mind.

Whatever works.
Did you speak with Catherine?

No.

And I don’t intend to.

Not about scratching Swift Prince.

Are you crazy?

She’s gonna lose the farm,
and you are gonna lose your job.

Her, maybe.

Me...

I’ll be fine.

Oh, you see this?
It’s Catherine’s loan application.

And whichever way
the race turns out, Lloyd,

she and my dad
are gonna find out

what kind of a partner
they’ve got.

I just wanted you to know.

And thank you...

for helping me
get my head straight.

See ya around, Lloyd.

If you talk to her,
just tell her I’ve gotta see her.

Tell her it’s about
her business at the bank.

What’s the hurry, Paul?
No time for your fiancée?

I gotta get over to the stable.

Got some hot audits
you need to do...

like last night?

Tracy, it was getting late.
I thought you weren’t coming.

Like hell.

We had a hamburger, okay?
Big deal.

Then I brought her home,

after they found Matt.

Look, Paul,
I’m talking about us.

For God’s sake, we’re getting
married in a month.

Are we?

You know, Tracy,

I was gonna do this later, but us...

is what’s wrong with
this whole arrangement.

None of it’s about us,

not the wedding, not you and me.

What are you talking about?

It’s about our parents.

You know, this royal match
that they’ve put together.

Look, Tracy, I’m trying to say this
as nicely as I can.

But this whole show...

two historic stables
joined in holy matrimony.

I mean, they’re breeding us
just like they’re gonna

breed Swift Prince.

Honey, I...

that’s a part of it.

But we care about each other.

No. You’re in love
with the fantasy.

You’re in love with
the best gowns,

the showiest fabrics,

some kind of gigantic
racing enterprise.

Well, that’s not me,

and I’m not gonna play
other people’s games anymore,

our folks or anyone else’s.

- You’re serious.
- Totally.

Call off the wedding.

You can make me the heavy,
you can do it any way you want,

but it’s over.

I’m sorry, Tracy.

Paul, if you wanna have
a fling with Jill...

he likes the center
of the track.

You’re gonna have to
hold him to the rail.

Yes, Sir.

Catherine.

What did you do to my daughter?

I did her a favor.

Listen, I just wanted to wish you--

Would you do me a favor?
Go to hell.

I just wanted to wish you
well tomorrow.

Jill.

Hi. I need to talk
to you about...

It’s all right. Settle down.

Settle down.

Here you go.

No, not me, people.
You can keep this one.

Tony! No, wait!

No.

Let her come to you.

And then, say maybe...

at least once.

Apparently,
the racing association

doesn’t keep track
of incoming calls.

Nobody remembers
talking to Matt,

much less why he called.

You won’t need that information

from the racing
association, Mrs. Fletcher.

We know who killed him.
It was Gus Tardio.

We found tire prints
that match Gus’ truck

on the shoulder, 30 to 40 feet from
where Matt was killed.

And you picked him up?

No, just his truck.
We have an APB out on him.

Sheriff, are you sure about
those phone company records?

I mean, Matt called
the racing association,

and he called Catherine Noble,
and nobody else?

That’s also why I’m here.
I brought the printout.

Oh, this is a bulletin from
the Department of Motor Vehicles.

Oops. Sorry about that.

I must’ve grabbed it by mistake.

Looked like the right one.

I’ll go back, pick it up
and bring it back to you.

Looked like
the right one. Of course.

Why wouldn’t it,
except for the rail?

Come again?

Sheriff, I believe I know
what this is all about.

We’ve gotta get over to
the Raleigh racetrack right away.

- Can you alert security?
- I’ll sure try,

but I’m not sure I understand,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I’ll explain it on the way over.

I’ve got to talk to
the man at the racetrack.

I believe that
Swift Prince is in grave danger.

Freeze!

Drop it.

What is this stuff?

Triethyl chlorinate.

It’s a lethal poison.

The horse would’ve been
dead within five minutes.

You see, I assumed that what
Matt had written on this notepad

was Victor, Wyoming,
and then, it hit me

that the w-y could also
be an abbreviation for way,

and the racing association
confirmed it for me.

Victor Way, owned by
Mentone stables.

A horse that looks
very much like Swift Prince.

That’s the horse in
Swift Prince’s trailer right over there.

And the numbers tattooed
inside their lower lips

were similar enough that
they could also be altered sufficiently

to fool Catherine Noble
and Wally Hampton.

But not enough to convince
the track stewards

if we wanted to race him.

Thus they might’ve recognized
their contrasting styles.

Swift Prince was
always on the inside,

and Victor Way couldn’t be
held in at the turns.

But why switch horses?
Why go to all that trouble?

Money. Lots of it.

Victor Way is a good horse,

but Swift Prince
is a great horse.

And unless I’m
very much mistaken,

at this very moment,
he is running

somewhere in
South America as Victor Way,

and cleaning up for Mr. Mentone
and his gambler friends.

And what was supposed
to happen was

you were to clean up
another million

on this Swift Prince’s stud fees.

It’s all true,
but I didn’t murder anyone.

Sure, you didn’t.

Sheriff, Mr. Mentone’s
telling the truth.

He didn’t kill Matt.

But I think I know who did.

Car door slamming?
That told you who did it?

I had just come into
Matt’s office last night.

As he was rushing out,
I barely noticed

hearing a single car door slam.

I’ll talk to you about it later, Jess.
I gotta run.

That was the killer,
arriving at the stable.

Then, a few moments later,
I heard two doors slam.

And the sound of
Matt’s truck starting up

and driving off.

He was on his way over
to tell Wally and me

- What he’d discovered about Swift Prince.
- That’s right.

But he never made it,

because his killer had gotten
into his truck with him.

It was you, Tracy.

Jessica, that’s ridiculous.

Why would I kill Matt?

To keep Wally and your mother

from learning the truth
about Swift Prince.

To keep her from losing
those millions of dollars in stud fees,

money that she badly needed
in order to hold onto the farm

for herself and for you.

That’s a very serious
accusation, Jessica.

Yes, Catherine, it is.

No. No, you’re wrong.

Mother, tell her to stop.

I mean, she can’t
prove any of this.

I can’t, Tracy,

but there was an eyewitness.

Gus Tardio saw everything.

He was parked on the shoulder
not far down the road

from where you got Matt to stop.

Tracy...

for God’s sake,
tell me this isn’t true.

She’s right.

I, um...

just arrived at the stables

to see Paul.

And Matt came rushing out.

Matt, Matt! What is it?
Why are you so excited?

Tracy, your mom and Wally have been
taken big time by Mentone.

- What do you mean?
- That isn’t Swift Prince in there.

It’s some claimer named Victor Way.
I’ve gotta tell ’em.

Oh, my God.

I’m gonna go with you.

All I knew was that
if the truth got out,

mother would lose everything.

I hope this doesn’t
sound too rough,

but what Mentone did,
I think he oughta be whipped.

I had to stop him somehow.

Um, Matt...

I feel sick.

- Sick?
- Can you pull over, please?

Yeah, sure.

Are you all right, honey?

So I...

let the air out of his tire...

and I left the flashlight.

And then, I walked back
to the stable.

Where you came in
and asked me if I’d seen Paul,

as if you’d just driven up.

I never dreamed...

that Gus was out there watching.

He wasn’t, Tracy.

I got the idea because
they found his tire tracks

near the murder site,
but they were from another time.

It was Gus who was
paid by Lloyd Mentone

to try and drug Swift Prince,

but he has an alibi
for last night.

I’m sorry, mother.

I’m so sorry.

I’m afraid I bear
some of the responsibility here.

Look at that, huh?

Opening up a three-length lead

and still flying into...

Oh, we’ve got it now.
We’ve got it.

He’s lengthening his lead
to seven lengths.

And wins going...

I could watch that eight
or ten more times tonight.

And here’s a toast
to some very flexible track officials

for letting us make
a last-minute name change.

Yes. Jessica, I have
one question for you.

What was that business with
the failed attempt to drug Victor Way?

Well, Lloyd Mentone admitted
he hired Gus to do it,

but to make sure that
we found the syringe,

so you’d have the horse
tested before the race,

and withdraw his entry.

I can’t believe how
Catherine and I

bought into Lloyd’s scheme.

You know, dad, maybe
it’s the Hampton genes.

Seeing only what we wanna see,

until we wake up.

To Matt, for seeing
what should’ve been obvious

to the rest of us.

And to Mrs. Fletcher,

for getting us to take
a second look.