In the Heat of the Night (1988–1995): Season 1, Episode 4 - In the Heat of the Night - full transcript

♪ In the heat of the night

♪ I've got troubles
Wall to wall ♪

♪ In the heat of the night

♪ Yeah

♪ Must be an ending to it all

♪ Oh

♪ But hold on

♪ It won't be long

♪ Just you be strong

♪ And it'll be all right

♪ In the heat of the night



♪ In the heat of the night

♪ Whoa

[blues music playing]

[Virgil] Did you get
the license number?

[Bubba] Yeah, I got it.

[device beeping]

Okay. You see what I did?

He was doing 78.

Now, when a vehicle
is within range,

I press this button.

Virgil, Virgil, Virgil.
I read the manual.

And now you're getting
a practical demonstration.

This was not my idea.

I don't like this anymore
than you do.



You know,
me and one of the boys,

usually handle
something like this.

-Something like this?
-Yeah.

Somthing like this
is right out of
a vintage comic strip.

What you talking about?

We're actually sitting here

waiting for a moonshiner
to turn up?

Alleged moonshiner.

There. Right there.

[car engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

License, registration.

[man laughs]
What the hell for?

You know who I am.

You know
whose van this is.

I know you're going
too damn fast.

Come on, give it up.

You wasn't behind me, Bubba.
You don't know.

Just your word
against mine.

You were doing 70.

Explain this to him.

You're letting him
talk to you like that?

Word's out on you, boy.

They say you spoiling
for a white man
to show you your place.

It will be me right now.

Hold on, knothead.

Let him go, Bubba.

Let's see if his muscles
are as big as his mouth.

First, he'd
probably take you.

Second,
I'd write you up

for assaulting
a police officer
instead of just speeding.

Hmm? Think about it.

Now, Bubba.

You can't give me
a ticket.

Get one more,
I'll be fired for sure.

You know it.

[Bubba] Should have thought
about that sooner.

Your mama and mine
had the same great-granddaddy.

[Bubba]
Where great-granddaddy
is now, he won't care.

[Evie] Daddy opened one eye.

He looked at that
doctor and said,

"Shows you how much
you know."

Yeah.

You miss him, too,
don't you, chief?

Sure do.

I'll miss you
when you go to Atlanta.

Oh, Atlanta isn't
all that far.

Don't take her away, Andy.

City life suits Evie.

It doesn't suit you, Andy?

Well, I just meant, uh...

Meant what, Andy?

We're all hanging
on your every word.

Evie.

Your daddy was the finest man
I ever knew.

Thank you, councilman.

He thought of you, too.

Mrs. Sommers.

Mr. Hayes.

I'm sorry about your father.

Thank you.

This is my husband Andy...

And this is Bill Gillespie,
chief of police.

-Sir.
-How are you?

Fine, thank you.

And this is
Councilman Morgan,

who wants to buy
my daddy's newspaper

just as much as you do,

or so he says.

Though his offer
doesn't quite reflect
the winning spirit.

Mr. Hayes is
Vice President of Development

for the Nordstrander
group.

Oh, this explains
why you were

traipsing up to New York,

while your daddy
was in his final days.

I was there at
my father's request.

Daddy was more interested

in who'd get his newspaper

than in who was here
watching him die.

Andy, see to things
for a minute.

There's ambiguities
in the Nordstrander offer

I'd like to clear up

before tomorrow's meeting.

Bill.

Evie.

Gentlemen.

[Evie] I want assurance
from Nordstrander

that the newspaper
won't be sold off

for liquid assets.

You are beautiful,
Mrs. Sommers.

So are you.

[jazz music playing]

[Virgil] There's the car.

License plate match
from last night?

[Bubba] Told you that car
would be here.

If you don't mind
my asking,

how long you expect
to be in Sparta?

Long enough to buy
the newspaper.

Oh, you're pretty confident
about that deal, eh?

Tolliver Morgan
can't outbid Nordstrander.

He knows it.
Mrs. Sommers knows it.

She's making
the most of it.

Oh.

Tough negotiator.

Oh, well, that I don't doubt.

Your car?

Yes.

Your ticket.

Got to watch them
radar guns.

I didn't say

you shouldn't have
given him a ticket.

I know exactly what you said.

If somebody had told me
about this job,

I'd have thought twice
about it.

Nobody said anything
about traffic duty.

You didn't pull
traffic duty.

You were trying to
apprehend a purveyor
of illegal alcohol.

You can't even bring yourself
to call it what it is--
moonshine.

We're after
a moonshiner.

Alleged moonshiner.

Bubba, shut up.

Eric Hayes
was doing 78.

We clocked him
and got his plates.

You wasn't listening to me.

I didn't say he didn't
deserve a ticket.

You just
shouldn't have served it
at Howell's funeral party.

Reception,
whatever the hell that was.

Detective Tibbs ordered me
to write him up.

What was I supposed to do?

Bubba, why couldn't you
show a little respect?

What were you
doing at Howell's?

[Virgil]
We couldn't pursue him
last night.

It seemed like
a good place to look.

Why a funeral reception?

Chief Lewis
is on the phone.

All right.

Sometimes I get so tired.

Hello?

Yeah.

Ah.

Oh, yeah.

It might interest you
to know

I got a phone call
similar to this

from Chief Mahoney
in Clarksdale.

He laughed so hard,
he'd liked to die

over the same thing.

Why don't you two
get on the telephone

and entertain each other?

Let me work.

Now you know what that
was all about?

He says, "I hear
you got a moonshiner
over there.

What's a moonshiner
look like?"

Now, Mace Trapnell

will not make the
Sparta Police Department
a laughing stock.

Bubba.

Mm-hmm?

That man is your kin.

Nobody will let me
forget it.

Help us out here,
can you?

We searched his van twice.

Didn't find nothing.

What about when
he's not working, huh?

Where does he go?
Where does he hang out?

Uh, out at Belle Glade
tavern, mostly.

Belle Glade.

Why?

He likes good catfish.

[all chuckle]

[indistinct conversation]

Oh.

Thank you.

I hope you like it.

If you don't,
I want a divorce.

[laughs]

Dig in.

I can't believe
I married a woman

who's never tasted
a hush puppy.

That's good.

Thank you.

Mmm.

No, no, no.

We're not here
just for catfish.

This isn't a social occasion?

Uh, not strictly, no.

What is it, strictly?

[sighs] Um...

Did you take me on
some kind of stakeout?

Thea, just eat.

Act natural.

I am acting natural.

I told you not to
order me catfish.

I won't eat catfish.

What's wrong?

It's got whiskers.

I don't eat
any kind of fish
that has whiskers.

Hayes. 8 o'clock.

Will probably
be a short wait at the bar.

Oh, this is what
the stakeout's for,
prevent a lynching?

Come on.
You get the same
reaction in Philly.

Eat, eat.

Nice, huh?

You like that?

[Bill] No opinion, Tolliver.

I'm not interested.

Her husband
left for Atlanta.

They got telephones
in Atlanta.

He deserves to know
what kind of fool

his wife is making
out of him.

Watch how fast
he gets back.

This wasn't a good idea.

I'll eat and drink
with anybody I please.

Audacious.

Scotch and water
for the lady.

Same for me.

Who are we watching?

Oh, he hasn't shown yet.

Mace Trapnell,
last of the moonshiners.

Moonshiners? Nowadays?

[laughs] You're kidding.

He's caught
in some time warp.

I'll check
his truck out,

while the chief
buys him a drink.

Buys him a drink?

[both laughing]

When I went to New York,

never dreamed I'd find you.

Coming home
was the hardest thing
I ever did.

I want you to
come back with me.

[man] We got trouble here.

[woman] He shouldn't have--

The gentleman will
buy another drink.

You ain't drinking
no more.

Not in here!
Not with her!

I won't watch no nigga
drink with a white woman.

[Evie screams] Oh!

-[Evie] Oh! No!
-[glass shattering]

Stop it!

Please!

Please! Oh!

[Hayes grunts]

Hey! Hey!

[man] Come on, guys.
Take it outside.

[Mace grunting]

[Bill] Damn, Mace.

Calm down, or you'll
tell the judge about it.

I hear you.

-[slams fist]
-[Bill] Calm down.

If I see you with
a white woman again,

you're dead!

[Bill] Go on. Go on.

Get out of here.

Thank you.

Hayes?

Councilman.

Something I can do for you?

Yes. You can listen
to what I have to say

and guide yourself
accordingly.

I mean to have that newspaper.

Whatever it takes,
I mean to have it.

What you want and what you get
are two different things.

This is business.

To you,
this is business.

To Sparta,
this is our newspaper,

our voice, our traditions.

If you win, we lose.

I'm not your problem here.

Everyone in Sparta's
against you.

You certainly know how to make
a stranger feel welcome.

Now, is that all?

Not by a long shot.

Councilman.

Another ticket?

I'm not here as a cop.

Some coffee, then?

Could we?

Sorry.

I'm not sure
you understand

how high feelings
can run here.

Well, I've just been told.

It has to do with
northern corporations

and southern
sensibilities.

We're not turning
the newspaper
into Pravda.

I know that.

They don't.

What I'm saying is,
it might be easier

if you were less...
High-profile.

What I'm saying is,
you're not in New York.

I know I'm not in New York.

I promise I'll leave
as soon as possible.

Let me ask you
something, Mr. Tibbs.

What the hell are you doing
in Sparta, Mississippi?

I was born here.

Try to tone it down some,

will you, Hayes?

Excuse me.

-Messages.
-Yeah.

That top one's
from Tolliver Morgan.

So's a couple more in there.

He's anxious to talk to you.

I think it's about
the paper.

He sure wants to buy
that paper real bad.

There's something
to be said

about keeping The Herald

sort of in the family.

You still working
for this department

or bucking
for city editor?

Well, I was just...

Enough said.

Ah, now, junior,
you and Jamison,

you stay here and
keep your eye on things

because Virgil, Bubba and I,
we are going out
to Blackhawk forest.

No. Hold on a minute, chief.

You looking for Mace's still?

We are.

Chief, I hate to pull rank.

Hate to see you try.

I'm not going out there.

There's nothing there
but mosquitoes.

That's why it's a good place
to hide the still.

I'm not going.

I'm Chief of Detectives.

We're trying to detect
a moonshiner.

That's where you fit in.

It's a good idea.
That's where I fit in.

Bubba's got some
inside information.

See how it all
fits in together?

Change your clothes.
Come on.

[Hayes] There's the usual
uneasiness

that an outsider's coming here,
but no serious opposition,

except this guy Morgan.

[car door closes]

If we up the ante,
he'll fold.

-[knocking on door]
-I won't have
the final figures

before the end
of the week...

Since Mrs. Sommers
is one hell of a negotiator

who knows exactly
what she wants.

Bottom line?

Let's close it.

Right.

I'll touch base
tomorrow, hmm?

-You're so right, Mr. Hayes.
-Hmm.

Mrs. Sommers does know
exactly what she wants.

-[winces]
-Oh, I'm sorry.

Is that
where he hit you?

Don't worry about it, okay?

People like him
are one of the reasons

I'm glad I'm leaving Sparta.

Sparta doesn't have
a lock on stupidity.

There are people
like him everywhere,

even in New York city.
[chuckles]

I can't wait--
New York...

With you.

[glass breaking]

Why?

What are you doing?

I'm calling the police.

Don't.

The guy's stupid,

he's mean,

and he's a coward--

a bad combination.

We'll be leaving soon.
Don't make it worse.

[Bill] He said east
of Rowley junction,

but how far east?

Oh, he couldn't remember.

[Virgil]
You're right, chief.

With inside information
like this,

it's best to move.

[Bill] Who is this man,
your great-uncle Gillis?

No, no,
this is cousin Bob Allen.

Great-uncle Gillis
is in a home.

He don't know his elbow
from his knee, much less...

I don't believe this.

We're out here
catching yellow fever

trying to
put a moonshiner
out of business.

[mosquitoes buzzing]

Don't you think one of us

should concentrate
on keeping

Eric Hayes healthy
while he's here in Sparta?

That's what
I'm trying to do.

I'm trying
to find that still

so I can lock up Mace.

You could have done
that in that tavern.

No, I couldn't.

If I'd have
locked him up,

I'd have made a hero
out of him

and every blockhead in town.

Lock him up for moonshining,
that's a whole other thing.

You're not
the only one

who's concerned
about Mr. Hayes.

Then Mace isn't
your only problem.

No, no.

I'm thinking about
Tolliver Morgan, too,

but I can't
lock him up for greed.

Even so, the magistrate
would have him out

in a couple of hours anyhow.

What about
Andy Sommers?

Oh, I'm thinking
about him, too.

How you think
he's taking it?

Well, how do you think?

[Evie] I'm sorry, Andy.

I did not mean
for this to happen.

The piano's being delivered
on Tuesday.

I need to be back
in Atlanta by then.

Did you hear what I said?

And, uh...

The landscaper...

I believe he wants
to talk to you.

You cannot ignore this.

You have got to listen.

I heard you.

Well, then stop
pretending you didn't.

I want a divorce.

Please.

Please, Andy.

Please don't make
this more difficult

than it needs to be.

You know I'm fond of you.

[sighs]

Fond of me?

Is that why you married me?

Because you're fond of me?

I married you
because I love you,

but when I think that
he touched you

and took you to his bed--

He did not force me, Andy.

-I wanted it as much as he--
-Shut up.

-I love him.
-Just shut up!

I'm marrying him.
That's the way it is.

No, that's not
the way it is!

You've always had
everything you wanted.

Daddy couldn't say no
to little Evie.

Andy couldn't say no.

I'm saying it now! No!

No divorce.

Never.

I'm going with him, Andy.

I'm selling the paper,

and I'm going to New York.

You can't stop me.

You don't think so?

You are not running off
with that man.

You will not leave me,

and if you try,

I swear before God,
I'll kill you both.

He couldn't have meant it.

He meant it, Eric.

He will follow us.

He doesn't care
what happens to him.

He said so.

He would rather
see us dead

than to see us together.

I can't lose you now, Eric.

I can't.

Keeping an eye on me?

No. I'm just
checking on Mr. Hayes,

making sure he's safe
for the night.

We were just...

Now listen.

That, whatever it is,
is none of my business...

Though I have known you
since you were little.

You was always
awful stubborn.

Once you got your mind
set on something,

even your daddy
couldn't stop you,
so I can't.

I know what I'm doing.

I sure hope so,
because I'm fond of you,

and I'd hate
seeing you get hurt.

Good night.

Good night.

[engine starts]

[phone ringing]

Sparta police.

What?

Yeah, I'm listening.

Say that again.

Newspaper plant.

What's going on?

Gunshots at the newspaper.

Who called that in?

They hung up
before I could get
their name.

Virgil, let's go, now!

-Get us some backup.
-Yes, sir.

[dramatic music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, my God.

Virgil!

♪ In the heat of the night

[siren wailing]

[Bill]
When you find Dr. Bridges,

tell him I want
an autopsy report
first thing tomorrow.

I don't care what time it is.

Tell him to work all night.

He can cancel his patients
and sleep during the day.

Junior, find out
what doors are open

this time of night.

Bubba, we're looking
for a weapon.

Search that pressroom
for a weapon.

-Chief.
-Yeah.

Shot at close range.

Signs of a struggle.
No weapon.

That leads you to believe
it wasn't suicide, huh?

-Chief.
-Yeah?

[Bill] What you got here,
tire tracks?

[Jamison]
This one's big enough
for a truck tire.

[Virgil]
Or Mace Trapnell's van.

Skid marks
where he pulled out.

Killing a man
will hurry you along.

Okay, Jamison,
I want you to take pictures
of those tracks.

[Jamison] Yes, sir.

Well, are you ready?

Because I'm never ready
for this part.

[voice breaking]
Oh, my God. No.

I'm all right.

Did you see
Eric Hayes tonight,
Mrs. Sommers?

He--

Uh, he came by

to pick up the keys
to the plant.

So you decided
to take his offer,
did you, Evie?

That's right,
and why wouldn't she?

Tolliver Morgan's offer

never came anywhere near
the Nordstrander bid.

Why did Hayes
go out to the plant tonight,

Mrs. Sommers?

He...

He, um, didn't say.

Maybe he went out for
one last look around.

And nobody offered
to go with him?

We didn't,

but it looks like
someone went with him...

Or met with him.

Who, I don't know.
Maybe we'll never know.

I hate this town.

I hate it.

If he hadn't come
to Sparta...

Sparta didn't kill him, Evie.
We'll find out who did.

If only he'd stayed
in New York.

Well, he didn't.

Gentlemen, as you can see,
my wife's upset.

Just a few more questions,
Mr. Sommers.

Did you see Mace Trapnell

since that night
at the Belle Glade tavern?

Yes.

Where, Evie?

I was at the inn,
going over some papers...

Mr. Hayes...

We heard a crash outside,

and it was Mace Trapnell

breaking the windows
in Eric's car with a crowbar.

Why didn't you call us?

Eric didn't want to.

He said he...

didn't want
to inflame the situation.

Didn't he do anything
about it?

He went outside,
of course,

and Mace took off
when he saw him.

Have you seen him
since then?

Uh, Mace, that is.

No.

Uh, Mace, we want
to come in.

Nobody comes in unless
they're invited,

and you ain't invited.

You can't go against
a court order.

The hell I can't.

We're taking plaster casts
of your truck tires,

and we're coming in.

Then you better bring in
the national guard.

Oh, my...

Mace, what is
the matter with you?

Why do it the hard way?

I'll arrest you,
and we'll search
your house anyhow.

Touch me,
and I'll take your feet off.

Always doing things
the hard way.

I'm telling you!

[struggling]

[Mace coughing]

Try to cooperate more, Mace.

Saves wear and tear.

[grunts]

All right, Bubba.
All right. All right.

[panting]

Where were you last night?

Go on, answer the question.
Where were you?

Ain't none of your
damn business.

Don't touch my guns,
I'll kill you!

Nobody touches my guns!

He's got two 12-gauge,
a 9-millimeter,

and a 180.

[Mace grunts]

Bash you upside the head
with this!

[Bill] All right, all right.

Found a 12-gauge,
A couple of .223s,
and a 9-millimeter.

You know something, Mace?
You're pitiful.

You're really pitiful.

How will I
defend myself?

From what?

Who were you expecting?

An assault team?

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

How long you think
it will take

to test fire 622 guns?

What are you talking about?
There's only 14 guns.

Who needs 14 guns?

A gun nut.

We've got quite a few
around here.

The kind of nut
who'd go homicidal

seeing Eric Hayes
with Evie Sommers?

Oh, don't get ahead
of yourself, Virgil.

We don't know
he did it.

What?

I said we don't know.

He makes
a good suspect,

but we got
a couple others.

For instance,
Tolliver Morgan.

Yeah, sure. There's a lot
of uncontrollable passion

in big business, chief.

You think he'd murder
to get control of a newspaper?
Come on.

A snake's a snake,

whether he's hiding
behind a $60 tie

or a 14-gun arsenal.

We got a report

on those tire tracks
at the plant.

It was Mace's van.

All right,
don't say anything.

Don't say anything.

All right, Bubba.
Go bring him in.

[exhales]

[Mace grunting]

Get up!
Get in there!

Settle down.
Settle down!

[grunts]

Y'all read him
his rights?

I read him more than that.

Mace, we know you were over

that newspaper plant.

Yeah.

What were you doing
over there?

I got a phone call.

Told me Mr. Morgan
might take it kindly

if I went by the plant

and had a talk
with Mr. New York city.

Who called?

I don't know.

You'd kill a man
because you got
an anonymous call?

Virgil, we got one of those
phone calls, too, remember?

Right, right.

Bubba, you happen to mention
to your cousin
we got that call?

I don't violate
police security,
kin or no kin.

We got trouble enough

without y'all
getting on one another.

Just finished
the ballistics test.

Yeah, what?

Fired all Mace's guns.

None matched the slug
that killed Mr. Hayes.

[Mace chuckles]

[grunts]

[Mace laughs]

Thea!

Oh.

What did I do?

That was
a nice-to-see-you-again-
Aunt Hattie kiss.

I'm sorry.

Didn't leave
much room for me.

I was trying
to find something

to take my mind...

[Virgil sighs]

Are you happy here?

You're not?

I didn't say that.

There are some
wonderful things
about Sparta.

I could get used to
tree-lined streets,

people who have time
to talk to you,

not breathing air
that weighs more
than I do.

I think about
raising kids here.

But?

But a man was killed

because he had a drink
with a white woman.

Virgil, you had
a lot of homicides
in Philadelphia,

but did you ever
have a case

where the motive
was so meaningless?

Baby, most of them,

but we don't know the motive
for killing Eric Hayes.

Oh, come on, Virgil.

Althea,

it wasn't just
a white woman.

It was a married woman.

Oh, I see.

Would this town
turn homicidal

if I had a drink
with Bubba Skinner?

[laughs] No,
but you probably would.

It isn't funny, Virgil.

No, it's not.

But it's ridiculous
to blame a whole town

for the act of one person.

What do you want?

You want to move back
to Philadelphia?

You want
to raise kids there?

Sometimes I forget

there are Mace Trapnells
in Philadelphia.

Oh, baby.

Mace Trapnell is everywhere.

I think there's
a factory somewhere
that churns him out.

Besides...

[groans]

-Our case against him
fell apart.
-Oh.

We'll have to start
the whole thing over.

[Bill]
We haven't got any weapon.

We haven't got
any prints.

All we got
is too many people
with motives.

What about
a gunpowder residue test

on all those people?

-Huh?
-Well...

We could send to
the Mississippi
crime lab

for a quick analysis,

one of those, um,
neutron activator kits.

What is that?

It's a test that shows
who's fired a gun

in the last couple days.

We know he was shot
at close range.

I fired a gun
in the last couple days.

I think it's a good idea.

I imagine you would,
being it's your idea.

Who will ask Andy Sommers
and Councilman Morgan

to put themselves
through that?

I will.

[Virgil]
Just a few more moments,
councilman.

I told you I had
nothing to do with

Eric Hayes' death.

When you get the results
of this test back,

I trust that
will be the end of it.

If you test negative.

I will.

That'll be all.

Eric Hayes had
no business in Sparta.

A newspaper's
a community affair.

He was an outsider

with no knowledge
of our traditions.

This regrettable tragedy
holds a lesson

for all of us.

At least the others
didn't make speeches.

If they test negative,
where does that put you?

It puts us
back where we started.

Oh.

Even if Mace tests positive,

it doesn't mean anything.

Yeah.

Probably can't sleep nights

unless he's done
some shooting
during the day.

He's gone duck hunting.

Pretty convenient.

Almost as if
somebody warned him.

That's two, Mr. Tibbs.

All right.
Let's not get off
the track here.

No point
in testing Mace,

but there's one other person

we may be losing sight of,

and I'd like
to rectify that.

I thought you arrested
Mace Trapnell.

You couldn't find
a better suspect.

Sometimes a good suspect

also makes
a good scapegoat.

My wife and I are trying
to finish packing,

and as interesting as--

[Virgil] Interesting?

Your wife has an affair
with a black man

who's killed in her daddy's
newspaper plant,

and you come up with
interesting?

How dare you imply--

We talked to the hotel

where your wife stayed
during her business trip.

She spent
almost two weeks

with Eric Hayes,
day and night.

The hotel staff is discreet,

but they're observant.

I don't have to listen
to this in my home!

Please, please.
Calm down, Virgil.

Detective Tibbs
is getting carried away,

but we'd appreciate
any help, Andy.

I don't know what else
we can do for you.

We've told you
everything we know.

We have taken your test,
and we both came up negative.

Everybody came up negative,
except one.

Well, there you are.
Make your arrest.

[Bill] Might be a little
hard to do.

It was Eric Hayes.

Do you mean...

He committed suicide?

After having a struggle
with himself?

No, I hardly think so.

Can you tell us anything,
Evie?

[stammers]

Look at her.

She's very close
to the edge.

Please leave her alone.

[Virgil] Why?

Afraid she'll tell us

why Eric Hayes
has powder residue
on his hands?

Afraid maybe she'll tell us

you went to kill him,

and he lunged at you,
got the gun,

and it went off?

You don't understand!

Of course he doesn't
understand.

Of course not.

Nobody can understand
anything as terrible as this.

[Bill] Evie...

What is it
we don't understand?

What do you wanna tell us?

Is that all?

Not quite.

I...

Can't go in there, chief.

I just can't.

Don't you want
to help us, Evie?

Don't you want justice
for Eric Hayes?

Come on.

Oh... Eric!

Oh, my God, Eric!

[sobbing]

Get her out of here.

Please.

Can't you see
what this is doing to her?

Look, you want
a confession?

I'll give you a confession.

Just get her out! Please.

How come powder traces
were found

on Hayes' hand
and not yours?

It's like he said.

We fought over the gun.

I'm lying there, too, Andy.

Can you see me?

Why are you trying
to protect me?

Why are you trying
to protect the devil?

Shh.

I asked you for a divorce.

You said no.

You never said no to me.

He said that if I left,
he was going to kill us.

We didn't have a choice.

He wasn't going to let us
be together.

We had to kill him.

I told Andy I was going
to meet Eric here on business.

I knew he'd follow me.

Eric was going to shoot him

and make it look like
a suicide.

Oh, but Eric wasn't a killer.

Eric...

Eric.

Eric had the gun.

Andy grabbed his arm,
and they fought.

The gun went off...

And we both died.

Chief, what do you figure
will happen

on that Sommers case?

Prognostication
is not in my line, Virgil.

You know what I mean.

It's a real mess.

Well, murder,
even murder gone wrong,

bound to be messy.

I guess
they could hold Andy
on obstructing justice.

Otherwise, he seems to have
acted in self-defense.

And Evie?

Oh, well, it would take
Solomon to try that case.

How you going
to punish a dead woman?

When Eric Hayes
took that bullet,

I think poor Evie
stopped living.

-[twigs snapping]
-Yeah.

Well, here comes Bubba.

That's the last of it, huh?

Yes, sir.

Good work, son.

All those people looking,
and you found it.

Now we got to arrest
your knotheaded cousin now,

but don't you worry about it.

I'll send Jamison
and four big men
to handle that.

Thanks.

Maybe we can get back
to the 1980s, huh?

I don't know, chief.

Bubba's got a big family.

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