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What makes you
to turn to writing murder?

And I’m talking vicious,
in bloody detail.

Everything from strangling
to stabbing.

That lady hits harder than a linebacker
on a Sunday afternoon.

[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

You're a loud-mouthed creep.

I give the word,
Rule spends the rest of this Campaign

with his jaw wired shut.

There must be a lot of
pressure on you

and the DA to hang somebody.

Now shut up
and listen, Louise.

You can tell
David Osterman for me

that this is just
the beginning.

Presenting
the new powerhouse in the State,

KGAB radio.

[woman screaming]

[man on radio] Yes, ladies and gentlemen,

gophers and livestock,

it’s 65 degrees here
in bustling downtown Easton,

where the prairie skies
are as empty

as our listeners’ heads.

You’re tuned to KGAB radio
and this is the Rule man,

the voice of what we like
to refer to as the people.

Speaking of which,
Doris is on line one.

What’s on your minimal
mind today, dear?

[Doris] Marcus, I just
want you to know

you’re the rudest,
most irritating man on the radio.

[Marcus] Oh, thank you, Doris.

Well, I’m sure that little effort fevered

you’re already sweaty brow.

And now, the Rule man,
the man with the scam,

the sham and the
flimflam brings you,

yes, it’s the rumor of the day.

Rumor A, highway commissioner

slash want-to-be state senator,
David Osterman,

takes clandestine
midnight meeting

with well-known
fat cat contractor

over at Jimmy’s landing.

Rumor B,
something changes hands.

Hint. Well, that something
is long, green and covered

with pictures of Ben Franklin,
lots and lots of pictures.

And they all end up in
David Osterman’s pockets.

News item, this morning,
Mr. Fat Cat contractor

wins a contract to build
the new bridge up in Indian bluff.

Awarded to him by...

All right, class,
are you ready?

Yes, the ever
lovable commish, David D--

Dave, he’s killing us.

You’ve already dropped
eight points in the polls.

What do you think
is going to happen

when they go online
with their new transmitter tomorrow?

Listen, I have friends.

I give the word, Rule spends
the rest of this campaign

with his jaw wired shut.

No.

I won’t stoop to that.

He’s just a mouthpiece
for the station.

Dave, we’re gonna
lose this thing.

Let me have someone pay
a visit to Colin Crowe.

Alex, I can’t.

I just can’t.

[woman] Well, I think
you’ll find KGAB radio

to be the highlight
of your Midwestern tour,

-Mrs. Fletcher.
-My goodness.

That was spoken like a true
public relations professional, Ronna.

Oh, boy.
Well, anyway, Colin,

Mr. Crowe is a very
exciting man to work for.

I understand that
Mr. Crowe’s wife actually

owns the station.

They’re getting a divorce.

He’s buying her out
as part of the settlement.

Oh, I see.

When he married her,
there wasn’t

a whole lot happening
with the station.

But he came in
and he took charge

and he put it in a talk format.

And today, we are
number one in the county.

And when we inaugurate
our new transmitter tomorrow,

we will be going
for the top spot in the whole state.

My goodness, your boss certainly
seems to know what he’s doing.

Oh, well, look at
Marcus Rule, the Rule man.

Mr. Crowe discovered him
up in Minnesota

doing ice hockey games
of all things.

He brought him down here
and he turned him in

to the local king
of killer radio.

[man on radio]
Ask my wife.

[Marcus] No, no, no, I won’t.

Do you know
what just happened, you old hay kicker?

No, Sir.

You’ve been overruled.

And you’re too dumb
to know it.

You know, anybody
who is a fan of Mavis

is no friend of mine.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can take

that Tennessee banjo

and stick it
where the sun don’t shine.

[man] Young man--

[Marcus] Okay, Veronica
from Owl Creek.

Let’s talk about husbands
and the FA words.

That’s right, people.

I’m talking about
fooling around.

You know, a new study shows

that 62% of all
married men have affairs.

So what we want
to know, Veronica, is,

where is your husband
right now?

[Veronica] Let’s talk about
David Osterman.

He is the most decent,
fear-minded man--

You hear that, people?

Mr. David Osterman’s
so far down the pipe,

he’s got his loyal employees
trying to pull him out.

Making money
off that lunatic’s

offensive trash
is one thing,

but character assassination
is quite another.

We both know you don’t have
a thing on David Osterman,

except that he happens
to be on what you consider

the wrong political side
of offense.

Can I assume this is your
final statement

as majority
stockholder, darling?

You can assume.
I won’t let you destroy him.

Spoken like a truly about-to-be ex-wife
and ex-partner.

Now, shut up
and listen, Louise.

Now you can tell
David Osterman for me

that this is just
the beginning,

and unless he withdraws
from this race,

I’m gonna see to it that he can’t show
his face anywhere in this state.

Colin, don’t bet
your FCC license on it.

[man] ...and I’m proud to say
she’s the only woman I ever slept with.

[Marcus] Oh, sure, Howard.

You want me
to swallow that bull?

You just didn’t get caught
and more power to you.

You okay?

I’ve been better.

Sure, there’s nothing
I can do for you?

Thank you, Danny.

Okay, class. The subject for tomorrow
is gonna be... ready?

Cheating hearts.
You heard right.

And you’ll hear it here
too tomorrow firsthand,

when we talk to five guys

who caught their
old ladies in other men’s beds.

Well, till then,

remember you can count
on the old Rule man

to bring sunshine
and knowledge

into your otherwise drab,
miserable lives.

Boy, I tell you.
What’s-his-name was right.

Nobody ever got poor
underestimating

the intelligence
of the American public.

What’s for tomorrow?

Well, you got J.B. Fletcher

live in studio, open mic at 3.00.

She’s that mystery writer

on tour promoting her latest book.

Ah, in this jerk water town?

She must be desperate. Okay.

Tell Ronna to have
a synopsis on my desk by noon.

It’s gonna be fun.

Writers intimidate
easier than almost anybody.

Top of the stairs
to the right, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you.

At 5 o’clock,
we have the cocktail party

and the dedication
of the new transmitter.

Oh, thank you.

My goodness,
the Mark Twain room.

That sounds lovely.

If you’re free tonight,

I would love to show you
around Easton.

Well, thank you, Ronna,

but I do have
an engagement for dinner.

You got that right, lady.

Jonathan, is it really you?

It is me.

How are you?

Hi, Jessica.

Hi, Ronna.

My goodness, you have come
a long way from Park Avenue.

Well, you just
keep reminding me

because sometimes
I don’t think

I’ve come far enough.

-I didn’t know you two knew each other.
-Oh, yes.

Jonathan’s father
is my publisher’s lawyer

as well as being
a very good friend.

Can I have ten minutes?

Okay, but don’t
make it a second longer,

we got a lot to talk about.

Right. Thanks for
everything, Ronna.

-Okay.
-And I’ll see you tomorrow.

[door clicks shut]

And that is when it hit me,
right in the middle of this

achingly tedious lecture

about some
foreign trade regulations.

And you walked away.

I flipped.

Or as my father would say,

"Jonathan simply
was not himself."

That sounds exactly
like Carter.

Well, anyway, that night
I left and I hit the road

and I bummed around
the country for two years.

I worked in an oil field,
I’ve pulled carrots,

and I even fought
a forest fire in Orick.

After I gave you XXX
on the road,

you father still has
never forgiven me.

Well, I’ll tell you
something.

I got to see this country

the way he will
never get to see it.

And I got to meet people

that the so called
opinion makers

and politicians in New York,
in Los Angeles

and Washington will never know
that these people exist.

Why Easton?
I mean, what made you decide to stay here?

I fell in love with the town.

And I got a job
as a custodian in KGAB,

and then I took
this correspondence course

in engineering,
got my degree

and if that transmitter
gets blown over by a northern,

I’m the one
they’re gonna blame.

How much of this does
your father know?

Not much.

I haven’t talked to him in
over a year.

And I know
that he’ll never forgive me.

But, God, I just--

Law school,
a three-piece suit, it's...

it’s just not my style.

Now tell me
something, Jessica,

did Easton just happen
to be on your book tour?

No, I didn’t think so.

Well, I got to say my dad has
got a hell of a friend in you.

Is he still
living out of a suitcase?

At the moment.

He’s somewhere
in the Russian steps,

trying to negotiate a contract

for the next Solzhenitsyn.

When I told him that I was
planning a Midwest tour,

he felt that Easton

was the perfect
stopover for me.

You tell him I’m okay.

I will.

Where I am now is... I just--

I want to have a job
that I can enjoy

and maybe someday
I’ll get married

and have a family of my own.

Well, you have the career.

How about the rest of it?

Whether it would be--

There is... someone
and she will be a XXX.

Well, if you’re half
a stubborn as your father,

I believe you’ll get
what you want.

Oh, I’m twice
as stubborn as my father.

And I plan to get
what I want.

You know, Chicago
has been talking me, Crowe.

See they’d like to groom me
to be the next Howard Stern.

What, do you think
I don’t know that?

Forget Chicago.

You and I have a contract.

Worth, maybe, the paper
it’s printed on.

I’ll tell you what, Crowe.

You tear up the contract,
triple my salary,

then I’ll tell
my feet to keep still.

And don’t tell me
about your lawyers,

’cause they’re not
gonna be able to do

diddly for you, pal,
not when they find out

how you’ve been feeding me
phony rumors

to destroy David Osterman.

Oh, and I have tapes of
our phone conversations,

and a little scrapbook
of your memos.

You know,
just the kind of stuff

that’s required listening
and reading at the FCC.

Okay, Marcus,
let’s get real.

Hey, man, what do you think
I’ve been saying?

These locals, your loyal fans,
now they may have

a limitless capacity for that
shock jock crap of yours.

But I know these people,
and I guarantee you

that when they learn
about your past

as a two bit sportscaster

with a penchant
for 14-year-old girls,

you’re gonna find yourself

so far over the line
that nobody will let you

within five miles
of a microphone.

Hi, Elizabeth.
Could you take our coats, please?

[Annie] This is your husband’s
fourth marriage

and you’re surprised
he cheated on you?

Now, when you started
seeing him,

was he still married
to his third wife?

[woman] Yes, but--

Your doctor Annie doesn’t
pull many punches, does she?

Well, half the fun is trying
to figure out who the callers are.

Most of them try to disguise their voices.

Pardon me, Mrs. Fletcher?

Yes.

Danny Cochran’s the name.

Oh, how do you do?

Do you remember
The Triple Crown Murders?

Oh, yes.
That was my fourth book.

Well, you really nailed down
the whole racetrack scene.

Well, that’s very kind of you,
but actually I had some

very good advice.

Yeah, anyway,
you had this clue in there

about a quick acting toxin.

Of course, that was
butyl salicylate, I think.

Well, it changed my life
for about 45 minutes anyway.

There was a nag named
Sudden Poison

going off at 65 to 1
in the fourth race.

And you won?

Five hundred bucks right on the nose.

Five hundred times?

Danny, that’s a great
deal of money.

So I put the whole bundle
down on the sure thing.

She’s still running.

Oh, I’m sorry.

It was a hell of a rush.

Oh, when you’re in there
with the Rule man,

if that weasel gives you
any static this afternoon,

you just give me the sign
and he’s off the air.

Mrs. Fletcher,
your visit has made our day

even more special here
at KGAB

Well, thank you,
Mr. Crowe.

Your dedication speech,
Mr. Crowe.

I thought we could spend
a few minutes going over it

after you’re finished here.

[Colin] Oh,
I don’t have time.

I was just leaving

to check out
the transmitter site

in a couple of minutes.

Okay.

I’ll see you after your
interview, Mrs. Fletcher.

Fine.

Shall we?

Very nice meeting you,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you.

Love makes fools
of the very young and the very old.

That’s a line
from one of your books.

Sergeant Grady,
the cops at Vespers.

As I recall, the wife murdered
her beautiful young rival

and very nearly
got away with it.

Aha, but she did get caught.
Her jealousy gave her away.

Oh, well, that wouldn’t be
a problem for me, Jessica.

I’ve long since stopped
giving a damn

what Colin does
with his private life.

Look, I feel
I owe you an apology

for subjecting you to our
resident mouth, Mr. Rule.

Oh, that’s not
necessary, Louise.

I came here voluntarily,
for better or worse.

Well, I hope
it’s for better.

Listen, I understand
your flight to Los Angeles

doesn’t leave
until the day after tomorrow.

Can I talk you into coming out
to lunch at the farm

before you leave Easton?

Oh, I’d like that very much.

-How about tomorrow at 1:00?
-That’d be fine.

You’re on in two minutes,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, thanks. Bye.

Hello.

Well, hello.

I just wanted
to wish you luck.

Come here.

[Marcus] Well, well,
J.B. Fletcher,

well, it is a real pleasure
to have you as our guest today.

Well, it’s great pleasure
for me too, Mr. Rule.

I’ve heard
a great deal about you.

Yeah, yeah, right.

Charming, gracious,
intelligent.

Well, do you think
you can manage to stay

on the same page with me
for an hour anyway?

-Well, I’ll do my best.
-Good.

Let’s make some
good radio you and me--

[man] Four, three, two.

So, J.B. Fletcher,

why don’t you tell me
why women like yourself,

when your husbands all die,
and you suddenly

haven’t got anybody you can make crazy,

What makes you turn to writing
about the act of murder?

And I’m talking vicious

and great lure
and bloody detail.

Everything from,
from strangling to stabbing

to dismemberment,

because I’ll tell you
what my take on it is.

I figure we’re looking
at some long, repressed,

really heavy urge to commit,

the one biggest
no-no in our society,

aside from cannibalism
or smoking pot.

So come on,
speak up, Jessica.

[Marcus] Well, the hour is
almost up, Jessica,

and the Rule man
still wants to know.

The vicarious thrill, as you
call it, Mr. Rule, isn’t mine.

Ideally, it’s the reader’s,
and it’s derived

from a, hopefully,
well-told murder mystery

that challenges
one to figure out

who done it
before the fictional detective

can find the answer.

Yeah, right.

All right, well,
maybe you can tell me

why mayhem-mongers

like yourself
get such a thrill

out of killing off men
in your books.

Oh, Mr. Rule, that’s a bit
of an overstatement, to put it kindly.

Yeah, well, I’m sure it is.
Come on, Jessica, what are we talking?

We’re talking failed
relationships here, you know,

maybe, maybe some

deep seated problems
with our fathers.

Uh, Mr. Rule,
that is such a--

You can’t deny that women,
lacking the right stuff

to pull that trigger
themselves,

live out their murderous
fantasies through men.

Mr. Rule, if that is
your understanding of

mayhem-mongers
and women in general,

I must say, please excuse
the obvious metaphor,

you are dead wrong.

What really astonishes me,

however,
is that the many guests

who must have put up
with the same tacky,

pretentious, intellectually
impoverished pop psycho babble

that I have endured
over the past hour,

not one of them has had
enough of the right stuff

to do you in long ago.

Boy, that lady hits harder
than a line-backer

on a Sunday afternoon.

Well, you got spirit, Jessica.

I like that in a woman.

Well, thank you, Mr. Rule.
I do my best.

And to show that
there’s no hard feelings,

although you did mention that you don’t
find it necessary to read books,

there’s one that
I’m gonna send you anyway.

Yeah, well, thanks. But I educate myself
through electronic media osmosis.

Ah, extraordinary.

But surely, you’ve heard
of Dostoyevsky.

Hey, who hasn’t?

Well, he wrote
about a man who reminds me

a great deal of yourself.

A man who sees clearly

-through the hypocrisy of his society.
-Really?

Well, maybe we’ll all have to
touch base with his publisher,

get them to swing by
in his next book tour.

Oh, that would be
quite a coup, Mr. Rule.

You see, he happens to have
been dead for over 100 years.

So we won’t do it live.

Anyway what’s the name
of the book?

It’s called The Idiot.

All right, folks,

it’s time to listen
to some of the people

who pay for all this
illumination.

That was a cheap shot,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, sorry you feel
that way, Mr. Rule.

I thought we made some
rather good radio together.

You and me.

Float like a butterfly,
sting like a sidewinder missile,

huh, Mrs. Fletcher?

Jessica, you gave me
such a satisfying memory

of my last day here
at the station.

Mrs. Fletcher, it would be a pleasure
to drive you to your inn.

Well, that’s very kind of you.

I could do
with a bit of a rest.

Thank you, Danny.

I’ll see you
at the dedication ceremony.

Yes.

I want you to see
my winner’s circle.

That’s my wall of fame.

Every winner that I ever had
is circled in red up there.

Mrs. Fletcher,
since I’m going out to

Vinewood park
this afternoon,

I was wondering
if you’d bring me some luck

by using that handicapping
system of yours.

To pick a win, remember?

The Triple Crown Murders?

-But aren’t you going to the dedication?
-What?

And celebrate an additional
20,000 watts of Marcus Rule?

Please. Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I mean, I would probably
bet again Secretariat,

but however.

Here goes for the Fletcher
handicapping system.

Ta-da!

Savoy Stomp

going in the 9th at 20 to 1?

It’s golden Mrs. Fletcher,
I can feel it.

You know, what’s happening
at KGAB stinks.

You’ve got to understand,

Louise Crowe
is a very special lady.

She cares about people.

Colin Crowe, huh,
if it weren’t for the ratings,

the man wouldn’t have a pulse.

And yet he does seem
to have made

a great success
at the station.

I understand there were
some pretty lean years.

Yeah,
but without Mrs. Crowe,

things just aren’t
going to be the same.

I got to tell you something,
Mrs. Fletcher.

When you lowered the boom
on that Rule man back there,

it was a double whammy,

because you drove
one right through

Colin Crowe, too.

[woman] Here you go,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Baker said
it was urgent.

I see. Uh, may I use
your phone?

Sure.

Thank you.

Yes, Jonathan Baker, please.

Well, did he leave
a forwarding number?

Not even his home number?

I see.
Well, thank you, very much.

Francine, to make my life

richer and more
bountiful, speak.

[Francine] Marcus, are you saying
the highway commissioner

purposely diverted the road
around Rock Ridge,

so he could line
his pockets with--

Hey, does that
connecting road up

near Three Forks
ring a bell, Francine?

Come on, ’cause
I guarantee you,

once my story
breaks tomorrow,

it’s gonna be ringing
David Osterman.

But, enough truth in politics,

because now it’s time
for our daily lobotomy.

That’s right.

That bastion
of the free press,

the daring tell-it-like-it-is,
Network News.

[phone ringing]

Mr. Shannon.

[Shannon]
Hello, Marcus.

Hi, yeah, I was just
gonna call you.

Listen, I’ve made up
my mind and it’s a go.

Wonderful.

I’ll be in Chicago,
on the 11th.

Any problems getting out
of your contract?

Contract problem? No.

It was legal contract.

No, no, no, wait.

No, hey, hey,
don’t worry about it, man.

Listen,
Crowe can’t do a thing.

Oops.

Jonathan.

Jessica, where is Ronna?

I thought
she was driving you over.

Well, that was the plan.

Maybe she forgot,

in which case
I could use a lift.

Oh, sure.

She’s probably
over at the transmitter.

I’m afraid this is as
formal as I get these days.

Oh, it looks fine to me.

Listen, I tried
to return your call.

Oh, I’m sorry.
I was looking for Ronna.

She left a message,
something is wrong.

Sounds like
her world’s fallen apart.

Well, what’s the matter?

I don’t know.

She just kind of
trailed off and hung up.

Jessica, I’m sorry, I got
to go try to find Ronna.

Jonathan.

[man] Right over there.

Jessica, there you are.

-Jessica, welcome to KGABs new beginning.
-Yes.

And my retirement from
what we laughingly refer to

around here as the
communications business.

Mrs. Crowe,
where is your husband?

Anything you have to say
to Colin, Mr. Osterman,

you can say to me,
at least for the moment.

Well, have him understand
that when the voters elect me,

which they will, despite
his efforts to slander me,

my first act as state senator
will be to demand

an FCC investigation
of your station.

At which point, you can kiss
your broadcast license goodbye.

[Louise] I’m afraid,
Mr. Osterman,

very soon it won’t be
mine to lose.

But I’ll relay
your sentiments to Colin.

You're a loud-mouthed creep.

Hey, whoa.
What is it, Davey? Huh?

You come all the way down here
to tell us it just ain’t so?

Come on, man, do it.

I'll have you in the courts
for the next ten years.

I think you better
leave, please.

Well, this is just wonderful.

No Colin, no Ronna.

The transmitter is about
to go online in ten minutes.

Now I understand
why he insisted I show up.

Excuse me.

The only thing
that I can imagine

tackier than Louise
and Colin, is Ronna and Colin.

Two weeks, Mrs. F,
and I’m out of here.

Chicago, the 200 station
guarantee for starters.

So next time you want to hustle
one of your books,

don’t call me.

[Louise] A new era begins

as we welcome more than
two million households

into our new
KGAB radio family.

I won’t keep you
waiting any longer.

Ladies and gentlemen,
presenting the new power house

in the state,
25,000 watt, KGAB radio.

The preliminary report
from the medical examiner

indicates two entry wounds

to the heart
about an inch apart.

Yeah, one more strap.

I got five bullet strikes
on the girders,

two hits, five misses.

Apparently our shooter’s
no Annie Oakley.

Have you found Ronna yet?

No.

[man] Shell casings indicate
a high-powered rifle.

But none of the guests
at the reception report hearing the shots.

It would suggest
that the victim was killed

sometime after the county
inspectors left at 1:45,

but before
the caterers got here

at 2:20 this afternoon.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I’m sheriff Waterman.

Oh, sheriff.

I hear Marcus Rule is still
trying to figure out

where that left hook
of yours came from.

Oh, the interview.

He did seem to lead
with his chin, didn’t he?

Not to spoil your visit,

but I hear you’re pretty good
at this sort of thing.

You have any ideas?

I’m afraid not, do you?

Well, lots of them.

Guys with union cards
who didn’t appreciate

Crowe’s attacks
on David Osterman.

Farmers who were upset
with his stand on subsidies last winter.

I got a whole county
full of motives.

Our search team found this
in a service road ditch,

up in the Hills
next to the transmitter.

You bought it,
nine months ago.

Dexter Sporting Goods
over on Clearwater.

They just faxed us
the sales receipts.

And we’re working on the prints
and ballistics now.

I got people over at the
radio station told me about,

about you and Ronna Simmons
and about her and Colin Crowe.

And I’ve got county attorney
Cusack on my butt

’cause, you know,
he loves a sure thing.

And he’s figuring that
it’ll take the grand jury

maybe, what, five minutes
to indict you for murder one?

Johnny, boy.

If you’re not gonna
open your mouth,

then I’d suggest
that you better get yourself

a heck of a lawyer.

[Jessica]
Your father has arranged

for his personal attorney
to fly in from New York.

Look, Jonathan,
I don’t believe for one moment

that you had
anything to do with this,

but unless you open up...

It doesn’t matter.

Who knew that you kept

your rifle behind the seat
of your truck?

Everyone knew.

I showed it around
when I first bought it.

And that phone call from Ronna,

was there any more to it
than you told me?

Look, that phone call
had nothing to do with it.

Now, Jessica, I know
what you are trying to do,

but I’m willing to just
let this thing ride its course.

So why don’t you?

Jonathan,
I promised your father

I’d do everything
I could to help.

And whether
you like it or not,

that’s exactly
what I intend to do.

Thank you for letting me
talk to him.

Sheriff Waterman, I’ve known
Jonathan for most of his life

and I cannot imagine
that he would kill anyone.

Well, people do
unexpected things

under pressure,
in desperation.

Well, he was clever enough
to use a slim jim

to break into his own truck.

But you yourself said
you have a county of motives.

But he is the only
smoking gun.

He had the time,
had the means,

ballistics check out,
the prints check out.

Sheriff, of course, his prints
were all over his own gun.

Whoever killed
Colin Crowe made sure

that they stayed there.

Were there any other prints?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
there were.

Forensics is still
trying to identify them.

You know, if I were
in Baker’s shoes

I’d want you on my side, too.

Oh, by the way,
Mrs. Crowe called

to remind you
about a date for lunch.

Oh, really?

With everything
that’s happened,

I’d assume that she’d cancel.

Hanson, drive Mrs. Fletcher
out to the Crowe farm

-and wait for her.
-Yes, Sir.

Thank you, sheriff,
that’s very kind of you.

Well.

[Louise] My father
made his money in the stock market.

After my mother died,

he bought this place,
even made it turn a profit.

He was incredibly competitive.

He taught me to win
at everything.

Well, you were
a very good pupil.

Oh, these are just
local competitions.

My father gave me
the radio station

as a wedding present.

He wrote on the gift card,

"Now I don’t have to be alone
in suffering your opinions."

I did a political commentary
once a week.

I let the whole county know
what was on my mind.

Your father must
have been quite a man.

His death shattered me.

My marriage fell apart.

I even stopped shooting
my mouth off on the air.

I just settled in and played
lots of country ballads.

Well, that’s a far cry
from Marcus Rule.

At least that was
Danny’s complaint.

I began to detest what Colin
had done to the station.

It was my lawyers who drew up

the agreement
to let him buy me out

which was also my way of
ending the marriage gracefully.

Louise, I don’t mean
to sound insensitive,

but I imagine that your
husband’s death

results in a very complicated
legal triangle.

No, not really.

He hadn’t gotten around
to changing his will.

The station is still mine,

which I suppose
makes me a suspect.

I suppose it could.

Come, Jessica,

isn’t the cliche
always a younger woman

and a jealous wife?

Thank you, Alex.

The jealous wife
seldom allows herself

to appear
as composed as you are.

Playing the part of the dutiful widow
is not exactly my style.

Louise, I can’t help thinking,
given what’s happened,

that you had
more of a purpose

in inviting me
out here for lunch

than simply
telling me all this.

Look, what it comes
down to is this,

if you’re looking for a way
to get your young friend

Jonathan Baker off the hook,

I don’t think
you or the sheriff

have to look any further than
Ronna Simmons.

What makes you think
it was Ronna?

When they find her, ask her
when she discovered

she wasn’t the only
other woman in Colin’s life.

[Waterman] No, no, no,
Mr. Cusack,

I’m not suggesting,
I’m telling you,

don’t take this
to the grand jury

until I complete
my investigation.

Yeah, I’ll get
right back to you.

It just came in
from forensics.

They had to go back
three years to the university

to ID the second set of prints
on the murder weapon.

Put out an APB, all right?

Yeah, get me Cusack back, huh.

And David Osterman?

Colin’s investors wanted
Osterman defeated.

So my husband put a private
investigator on his tail.

He didn’t find a trace
of political wrongdoing,

but he still had Marcus to say

whatever was necessary to keep
his money people happy.

So Mr. Osterman was
right about your station

slandering him.

Yes.

And, ironically, those
same surveillance reports,

which my husband
ordered, also provided

Mr. Osterman with an alibi.

Oh, what was that?

At the time of the murder,

David Osterman was in bed
with a wealthy widow.

Well, that could prove
disastrous

for his political ambitions.

It could if it got out.

This morning I turned
those surveillance reports

over to Mr. Osterman.

He’s free to do whatever
he wants with them.

Louise, I don’t like
being used.

I don’t know
what you mean.

The wealthy widow
that he was in bed with,

-that was you, wasn’t it?
-Yes, but--

And you were counting on me,
being terribly intuitive,

so that I could serve
as a character witness for both of you

without revealing
any of details to the sheriff.

Jessica, I didn’t kill Colin,
and neither did David.

I certainly hope you didn’t.

I found her holed up
in a motel out on highway 61.

Well, miss Simmons.

You’ve got a lot of
explaining to do, young lady.

[Ronna] I didn’t even know
that Colin was dead

until they arrested me.

Jonathan, I wanted
to talk to you

and I wanted to see you.

And I started to leave you
that message, but...

what Ronna? But what?

I didn’t think
it would make a difference.

I wanted to tell you

that it was over
between Colin and me.

And I wanted to tell you
what a stupid,

misguided idiot
I’d been in thinking

that I was anything

more than just a prop
for his ego.

I wanted to ask you
if you could forgive me.

I don’t think I can deal
with that right now.

I understand.

That’s why I didn’t finish
the message.

All right.

The desk Clerk at the motel
told the sheriff

that you’d checked in at 6:30.

That was two hours
after the murder.

I was--
I was driving around,

I don’t know
where I went or how long.

Ronna, someone
must have seen you.

They have your gun
with my fingerprints on it.

But I told the sheriff

that I was teaching you
how to shoot.

But they think
that I did it.

I didn’t kill him.
I couldn’t have.

Come on, I took her
shooting twice.

She couldn’t hit
the broadside of a barn.

Neither could the killer,
apparently.

Well, this is ’cause
Colin Crowe

is such a big shot
in this town, right?

There must be
a lot of pressure on you

and the DA
to hang somebody.

You know, you should take
some advice,

start looking out
for your own self.

No thanks, sheriff.

I don’t need your advice.

I’ll wait for you outside.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher,
now there is a, uh,

a young man who is in a heck
of a wrestling match

with what he knows
to be the facts

and what he wants to believe.

Well, it’s only
natural, sheriff.

He cares a great deal
for Ronna.

That’s not what I’m saying.

You mean,
Jonathan knows something

but he’s not telling us?

No, I mean he was seen
all over town,

looking for her
at the time of the murder.

Doesn’t appear
that he found her, does it?

Chill out, Jonathan.

Your father’s lawyer
will be here later tonight.

Well, I don’t know
what good he’ll do, Jessica.

Look, this is
a very small town.

There can’t be that many roads
that lead to the motel

where they found her.

Somebody must have seen her.

Do you have a map?

Yeah, somewhere,
under the seat.

Well, maybe you’re right,
maybe somebody did see her.

[Jessica] Wait just a minute.

Is this your pen, Jonathan?

No. Here’s the map.

I don’t think
we’re gonna need the map.

I’m gonna go talk to the sheriff
and make a phone call.

Jonathan, I think I know
who the murderer is.

And if we’re lucky,
we may be able to prove it.

Louise, please don’t do
that just yet.

Danny told you
I was coming I take it.

Yes, that is what
I thought I saw yesterday.

Jessica.

Oh, hi.
I’m sorry, I’m late.

But I am not the most
orderly guy in the world.

This darn thing was hidden
under a pile of junk in my living room.

Oh, I brought you
a present.

Oh.

I put 20 bucks
down on Savoy Stomp.

Well, maybe I should take up
handicapping as a profession.

So that guy in New York
doesn’t believe

you picked Savoy Stomp, huh.

Well, I thought
that a photograph

of the two of us with you

circling the horse’s name
would help to convince him.

Hey, no problem.
No problem.

It isn’t every day
that I hit 20 to 1.

Here we go.

Looking for this, Danny?

Oh, yeah.

I’ve been looking
for that all day.

Well, so where do we stand?

I don’t think that I’ll need
the picture after all.

But...

Danny, I don’t think
Mrs. Fletcher really came here

for a photograph.

Oh, you want to let me in
on the gag, Mrs. Fletcher?

Well, Louise is right.

I’m here because
I believe that I can reveal

the identity
of her husband’s killer.

You see, it bothered me
from the beginning.

All those shots fired
and all of the misses

except for the two

perfect deadly shots
to the heart.

But sheriff Waterman said
they were lucky shots.

[Jessica] Well, maybe, Louise,

but when I saw your
marksmanship trophies,

it occurred to me
that possibly every shot fired

by the killer that afternoon
was in fact right on target.

I mean, the first two shots
were dead on...

killing Mr. Crowe instantly,

The next five shots were--
well, they were wild,

exactly as intended.
To make us think

that we were dealing
with a very poor marksman.

You’re not saying that Louise
had anything to do with this?

Mrs. Crowe wasn’t the only one
with the skill

to make this shooting appear
to be the work of a novice.

If I’m not mistaken,

these are army
sharp shooting medals

that you’re wearing,
aren’t they?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, come on, wait a minute.

I was at the track,
where do you think I got the program?

Well, that particular program?

In a trash bin at Vinewood park

less than an hour ago.

Less than an hour ago,
I was in my living room.

After Mrs. Fletcher
called you to

bring in the program,
I followed you to the track.

Okay, so I lost someone
at the track.

Jessica,
I just handed you

400 bucks in winnings,
didn’t I?

Not a lot of money
to keep an alibi alive.

Jessica, none of this means
that Danny killed Colin.

That’s not true, Louise.

You also suspected Danny
and wanted to protect him

by removing the photograph.

[Louise] But still
there’s no proof.

Well, there is now.

Danny, when you broke

into Jonathan’s truck
to steal his rifle...

your pen fell
out of your pocket.

I found it under the seat
proving that you had been

inside this truck.

Danny, why?

It was the day after
I graduated high school,

I took out a map,
closed my eyes

and stabbed at it
with my finger,

just like your
handicapping system, Jessica.

Only I picked Easton.

I got a job here.

I met Louise.

All the time
I was in the army,

she was all
I ever thought about.

I came back from 'Nam,

Louise’s marriage
was on the rocks,

and we had
some times together.

You were all I ever wanted,

but there was always
someone else.

I figured some day
I would be the only one left

and that we could work
the station together.

I knew that once
Colin took over the station...

I’d never see you again.

Oh, Danny.

Come on, Danny.

We’re all set, Jessica.

Have you spoken
to your father?

Yeah, I want him
to meet Ronna,

so we’re gonna
fly to London tomorrow.

Oh, how wonderful.

Best of luck to both of you.

Thank you for everything.

Well, we better get me
to the airport.

-Okay.
-Yeah, yeah.

[Marcus] So remember,
get smart, get ruled.

So, Jessica,
you did real well.

Sure, you solved
a murder, sure,

but nothing beats
that warm all over feeling

you get from nailing
another man, right?

I understand
that Chicago fell through.

[Marcus] Hey, no problem, lady.

I got a home right here,
because you know something,

the beauty of this
one horse state

is that no matter how much
I insult these retards,

no matter what I say,
they’re gonna keep coming back for more,

because they are the stupidest,

most muddleheaded doofuses
this side of the zoo.

Marcus, I hope
you really intended

for that to be broadcast
over 25,000 watts.

Now I understand
why it’s called "killer radio".