Murder, She Wrote (1984–1996): Season 10, Episode 19 - Roadkill - full transcript

Well, he wasn't tending bar
when I was there. I'm sure of that.

And that was just about the
same time as the hijacking.

What would it take to make you
the happiest man in Greater Houston?

No, he's dead set on being
San Dimas' answer to Nashville.

Cindy, will you marry me?

Yes.

I'm Randy Jinks' aunt, out
here from Maine to visit him.

There any chance you could
keep me out of trouble on this?

Now, you owe me,
big time. Don't forget.

I got friends in the
joint who can make

cruel and unusual a
daily part of your life.



We don't ask for handouts, and
we sure as hell don't take any.

You don't really believe that
Wayne hijacked his own truck?

Hey, you. Hey, you bozos.

Houston, Tranquility Base here.

The Eagle has landed.

That's one small step for man,

one giant leap for mankind.

You know, after all these years

and all the times
that I've seen this, I...

I just find it overwhelming.

Yeah. I remember struggling

to keep my kids awake
so they could watch it.

They're glad I did.

You said that the total cost
was 25 billion in 1969 dollars?



Give or take. I can get
you the exact revised figure.

Please do. To the cent.

Details make the story, and
so do personal anecdotes.

Well, we're loaded
with those, too.

Ramos.

She's right here.

Sam, you're on the speaker.

Hi, Jess. Just checking up.

That old boy treating you right?

Mr. Ramos has
been wonderful, Sam.

Must be one of his good days.

Make sure he shows
you the centrifuge.

Tomorrow, I promise.

Listen, Juan,

what would it take to make you the
happiest man in Greater Houston?

They're ready?
Seventy-five units.

Ooh, bless you, pal,

for saving my you-know-what.

Any chance you can get
them down here tomorrow?

Better. They'll be
ready in an hour.

You'll have them by
this evening, guaranteed.

I'm shipping 'em
with Wayne Platte.

This is Big Daddy Donut
out of Mardi Gras city.

How you doing over there, buddy?

You seen any Smokeys
sittin' up taking pictures?

Negative.

Watchdog, this is Lasso. We roped
us a doggie. You all head on out.

Get him off the road.

Right.

Lost my job in San Antone

Set out for Kansas City

One day I'll play the Opry

Right now I play for free

Drivin' down the boulevard
in a big, green Cadillac

She knew where I was livin'

And she said she'd take me back

Come on in, Mrs. Fletcher.

I kept a table
over here for you.

Thank you.

I thought I'd be like Billy Ray

He's good, isn't he? Yes.

Have a seat, please. Thank you.

Rob told me all about you.

Said you're doin' some
research down here for a book.

That's right. One more
day at NASA should do it.

Said she liked my guitar

Then she took me for a ride

Rob has style.
Just like his mother.

Yeah. Lynn would be real proud.

Be nice if Wayne would come
down and see his son work.

I'm just a country cowboy

Trying to find a new start

I'm a country boy

Jessica, I'm so
glad you made it.

Rob, I never realized,
you're very good.

Hi. Hey.

Would you like
something to drink?

I'd love a cup of coffee.

All right. Uh-uh,
what's your hurry?

Your fans. You
keep packin' 'em in.

Hey, Rob, you got
a call on line two.

Oh, excuse me, Jessica.

I'll see you later. All right.

Cindy, table 10 would like
some drinks. Today would be nice.

I'm doing the best I can.

Jessica, Dad's been hurt.

Where? Over the
Old Road cut-off.

Doc, forget it, will you?

I don't need any hospital, okay?

Okay, have it your way.

I'd rather treat a rattler
than argue with you all day.

Yeah. Listen, Wayne,

are you sure that you shouldn't
just stop in and have an X-ray?

Jess, back on the
circuit I used to walk away

from worse than this every week.

Dad, you're not a kid
anymore. This is no Brahma bull.

The doc said it was
probably a gun butt.

Yeah, well, when I
want your opinion, I'll ask.

Ow.

I should've been driving.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Yeah, the next Hank Williams

wasting his time and talent
on a little, old 18 wheeler.

I can just see that.

Mr. Platte.

What were you hauling?

I don't know, electronic gizmos,

some computers of
some kind, I don't know.

So hijacking makes sense.

What doesn't is where and when.

Open road in broad daylight.

Where were you headin'?

NASA, from Mercer Industries.

Those gizmos you lost
were L.G. computers.

They're worth $35,000 a piece.

Part of a special project.

NASA has been
babysitting 'em for months.

Now, I'm not
trying to blame you,

but last year was a disaster,

and if I blow this contract,
Mercer Electronics is history.

But, Sam, you could've told me. I'd
have had somebody riding shotgun.

Yeah, you've got a
note due next month.

That's why I threw
the business your way.

I didn't want you to have
to cut into your profits.

I never said a word.

Wayne, I'm so
sorry to hear that.

Jess, it's nothing. It's the ups
and downs of this business.

The recession's hit everybody.

Well, how long will it take to
replace those computers, Sam?

All of them? Weeks, I'm afraid.

I mean, I might be
able, in a couple of days,

to supply enough to
keep the project going.

However, it'll
be a little dicey.

Anyway, we get
to haul 'em, right?

Wrong.

We don't ask for handouts, and
we sure as hell don't take any.

Thanks, Jess. Ice helped.

They found your truck in
a ravine near Fort Preston.

Totaled. Trailer's empty.

That's about 100 miles of
back roads and cross-country.

They knew what they were doin'.

Which means no
incriminating evidence.

No cargo, no
fingerprints, nothin'.

Your statement, anything you
want to change before you sign it?

Like what?

Well, Floyd over at Lone
Star Insurance tells me

you were covered for
replacement value of a new truck.

The odometer on that rig you
lost had 297,000 miles on it.

Just what the hell are
you trying to say, Monday?

It's called, doing
my job, Mr. Platte.

Yeah, well...

Why don't you put that famous
criminology degree of yours to good use

and go play Sherlock
with the bad guys?

I aim to do just that.

Good.

Mrs. Fletcher. Sheriff.

Next election, I'm
gonna make sure I vote.

You know, Wayne, I don't
think that Sheriff Monday

was making any accusations.

Oh, Jess.

I'm sorry. We didn't exactly plan to
have your stay end up like this, did we?

What is it, Wayne?

Oh, I don't know.

Ever since Lynn died last year

I've just been in a tailspin.

Business has gone sour.

Take an act of
God to pull it out.

But you've got Rob.

Rob. No way does he
want any part of truckin'.

No, he's dead set on being
San Dimas' answer to Nashville.

Well, why not?

If Rob's career in music is
anything like my trucking business,

that boy is in deep trouble.

You idiot. You
could have killed him!

Oh, Willie.

Come on, I mean, hijacking
is one thing, but murder...

Oh, come on, Wayne's tougher
than the bottom of your boots.

I don't know.

Maybe you could use
some more help out there.

I ain't working with
no one I can't trust.

It's my butt on the line.

Unless, of course, you want me
to use your name if I get busted.

I got friends in the
joint who can make

cruel and unusual a
daily part of your life.

Now, get out of here.

Thanks, hon. Enjoy it.

I hear you and lover
boy were goin' at it

hot and heavy
right here last night.

Get a life, Randy.

He gets that record
deal he's goin' after,

how long you figure before he
dumps you for some teenage groupie?

That is your fantasy, Randy.

You know, the whole
time we were married

I never knew what it was like

to have somebody care
about me the way Rob does.

Even your own daughter likes
him better than she likes you.

Sure, that's 'cause you're
always bad-mouthing me to her.

No, never. But if she knew

how far behind you were in
your child support payments,

she'd hate you. That's for sure.

You're begging
for it. Let me go!

Randy, let go of me!

Let me go! She said, let her go!

Hey. Hey, you. Hey, you bozos!

Now, look here, you want
to be king of the corral,

do it on your own turf.

Go get dried off.

I need four more cases of
Lone Star from out in the back.

Go on, get out of here, Randy.

And what I don't need from you is
for you to be smashing up my place.

One more time, and
you're out of here.

Then keep him in his cage.

Robbie...

You okay?

Honey, you're
going to get me fired.

What I'm going to do is,
I'm going to take care of you.

You and Tammy, that's
what I'm going to do.

Well, Robbie, if you mean
that, and I believe you do,

don't you think it's about time
you told your dad about me?

I'm looking for
the right moment.

There's never gonna be a
right moment, lest you make it.

I'm divorced, and
I've got a little child,

and that's not gonna change.

All right, I'll tell him.

Soon. I promise you that.

I love you.

I gotta get back.

Meg. Now, what is this?

You told me they were
going to give us an extension.

Well, that was
before the hijacking.

They get their money, or
they're going to foreclose. Period.

Bankers.

That's not all. Floyd called.

They're not renewing
our insurance policy.

It expires today at noon.

Now, come on, Meg.

I got a run to
Corpus Christi tonight

and Sam's shipment
to move tomorrow.

I can't risk that
without coverage.

Now, you get on the phone,
you find me another carrier.

I already tried. It seems
that we're a bad risk,

what with the high mileage
equipment and all the breakdowns,

and now this... Dad,

I'll ride with you.

Oh, you sure you won't be
too busy tuning your guitar?

That's not fair. None
of this is his fault.

Just like it's not his fault
he dropped out of college,

or likes to hang out in bars,
hittin' on cocktail waitresses.

It's been a tough
couple of days.

Mileage?

I forgot to check.

No reading, no trip ticket.

I know, Meg. I know.

I guess you didn't expect
to walk into a mess like this.

No, I didn't.

Oh, Jessica, I don't know.

I just wish there was
something I could do.

The Mercer L.G.
I've read about 'em.

Very out-on-the-edge.

Ten gigaflops per
second, 500 megs of RAM,

shared-memory multiprocessors...

So, what are we talking about?

On the street?

If it checks out okay,
18, maybe 19 grand.

That's for one. Retail.

How many we lookin'
at? Seventy-five.

Tops, in the original cartons,
I can go 2,500 a piece.

Twenty-five hundred?
Forget about it!

You think I'm gonna... Hey!

Don't get your drawers in a
bunch. I'm taking a big risk.

Plus it isn't like I can unload these
puppies on the Home Shopping Network.

Thirty-five.

Twenty-nine.

Done.

I'll let you know
where to deliver 'em.

Hey... Hey!

Well, well, well...

This has got to be my lucky day.

You've been avoiding me, Meg.

You'll get your money Friday.

Oh, don't forget
the late charge.

Why don't you just
double the interest?

Willie, I'm doing
the best that I can.

Wayne was short last
week. I didn't get paid.

Well, now, that's not
my problem, honey.

Hey, I'm not the one that
lifted $20,000 from the till.

And as I've told you
once or twice before,

I'm sure he'd love
to know about it.

I said you'd get your money.

Well, now, that's
real smart, Meg.

Especially now that his
wife is with the angels,

and your dream is so
close to coming true.

It's nothing new, Jessica.

Oh, it's gotten worse
since Mom died,

but he's been riding me for
as long as I can remember.

Well, he's always
expected a lot from you.

Too much.

Rob,

I get the feeling that there's
something else going on between you.

You never did miss
a whole lot, did you?

You know how he
is about commitment,

how he felt about
divorce, and stuff like that?

You and Cindy.

I'm already letting him down because I
didn't want to go into business with him,

and because I
didn't finish college.

Can I help you?

Lone Star, honey.

You got it.

Hello, there, Lance.

Hey, Willie. Nice place.
You must be doing real good.

Nice of you to drop
in. Where you headed?

Well, I'm kind of
working on that.

You know something?

About now, right here is
looking better and better.

You know, Lance,

that's possibly one of the
worst ideas you've ever had.

Well, if anybody
would know, you would.

See this?

This is all I got in the world.

Won't take up hardly
any room in your closet.

Well, funny, but
you'd just be amazed

at how small these
damned closets are.

What's the scam, Willie?

No scam. I run a legit place.

I don't even water
down the booze.

As a matter of fact,
your beer's on the house.

And the Interstate's about
five miles east of here.

Willie, honey...

Now, you owe me,
big time. Don't forget.

Now back in the joint,

there was this dude who
owed me a couple of favors.

Never delivered.

Poor guy passed away.

I got it from NASA.

From Juan Ramos,
the project manager.

He told me that the computers

have hardly any value for anyone
outside of the space program.

That pretty well
confirms my theory.

Wait a minute, Sheriff,
you don't really believe

that Wayne hijacked
his own truck?

The man's struggling
to stay afloat.

You bet I can believe it. Insurance
fraud's popular in hard times.

I understand Wayne's wife
was a close friend of yours.

Yes, she was.

And Wayne, too?

Yes.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm sure I don't
have to remind you that sometimes

people find it hard to be
objective about their friends.

Sheriff, all that may be true,

but why in the world
would Wayne plan a crime

in which he was the
only possible suspect?

I've already put this on
the prosecutor's desk.

If he says he's got a case,
I'm gonna have to book Wayne.

Psst.

Psst.

Psst.

Oh.

You're here early.

Yeah. I got you a little
present in Houston.

Oh, Rob...

Cindy, will you marry me?

Well, I need a little
time to think about it.

Okay, that's it. Yes!

Oh, I love you.

I love you.

What did your daddy say?

Well, I was in a big hurry
to see that on your finger.

If he's got problems,
they're his, not mine.

Does Wayne have any competitors

who might want to sabotage him?

What makes you ask that?

Well, why hijack
anything if you can't sell it?

Unless your motive is
something other than profit.

Wayne's got no enemies,
if that's what you mean.

I mean, at least not
that I know about.

He's been fighting
to stay afloat.

Could he have borrowed
from the wrong people?

I suppose. But I... I
just don't believe it.

Meg, the shape
of this Styrofoam,

you know, it's a perfect
match to the stolen computers.

Do you happen to know
who owns this truck?

No, except he's a slob, I'd say.

Have to agree with you there.

Willie, I've been
waiting for you.

Those TVs,
couldn't find a taker.

I'm gonna try unloading
'em in Houston tonight.

I want you to meet someone.

How do you do, ma'am?
Pleased to meet you.

Willie, this is Lance Taggart.

Lance just got out of Texarkana.

Did seven for armed
robbery. I thought maybe we...

Take a hike. I want
to talk to him alone.

What, is something
wrong? Just get, would you?

Think you're pretty
cute, don't you?

Next to that clown?

Sure.

Is he really running
this thing for you?

I told you, there
ain't no thing.

Don't insult me, Willie.

I've been following
that idiot all day,

and I know that you got a
warehouse full of hot electronic gear.

I also know that your boy Randy's
been cheating the hell out of you.

He drove off with a
half a dozen of your TVs.

Came back empty.

Okay, what do you want?

Oh, I'm not greedy.

Same deal as before, 10 percent.

Five, if I get you, too.

Oh, Lance, you always
were a smooth talker.

Ten percent.

Look, Rob, it's a fact.

She ran off from
her husband, right?

She was protecting
herself and her little girl.

Son, let's face
some realities here.

How in the world do you
expect to support a family?

I mean, all you
got under your belt

is one lousy little gig
over at Willie's place.

I mean, you're living
a pipe dream, son.

I don't understand.

What's your hurry to throw your life
away on some child and her mother

who runs out every time
things get a little rough?

There are your keys,
Pop. I'll see you around.

If you want him out
of your life for good,

you're doing a great job of it.

When I want your
opinion, I'll ask for it.

He was married pretty young

When a boy still likes to roam

But a man should
know that happiness

Is waiting right at home

I spent my nights in honky-tonks

While she stayed home alone

Till the night I came
home drunk again

To find that she was gone

Livin' in a broken heartland

It's a cryin'
shame... Hey, Cindy.

Mr. Platte.

I'd like to talk to you
about something.

He told you, didn't he?

Cindy, listen, I...

I know how hard it is to
bring up a kid all by yourself.

It's pretty tough out there.

Listen, supposing I
was to help you pay for...

Mr. Platte, if you think this is
about money, you gotta be crazy.

I am marrying Rob because
I love him and he loves me.

Well, I'd like to believe that.

I want you to.

Because no matter what has
gone down, you are Rob's dad,

and I want...

I hope we can be a family.

Hey, Wayne.

You come by to hear Rob?

I just did.

Pretty talented boy.

You know, with Lynn
gone and everything,

I was really hoping that we'd be
seein' more of you around here.

Willie,

give it a rest.

Well, y'all come
back, now, you hear?

Oh, you're back.

Wayne, I think I may have
news about your hijacker.

Now, the Sheriff's away,
but I left a message for him.

Forget it. He'd sooner eat
glass than change his mind.

Wayne, what's wrong?

Jess, I really
screwed up, didn't I?

Oh, Wayne, don't.

Poor Lynn.

She had to watch every penny
her whole life just to keep us going.

Well, I never
heard her complain.

I'm losing Rob, just
as sure as I lost her.

What do you think she'd
have to say about all this?

Perhaps that it's not too late.

Yeah.

Oh, Wayne!

I called Dave Walton
while you were at Doc's.

He said he'd do the run.

Forget it.

I'm not about to send some
driver out there with no insurance.

Meg, don't do that. Thank you.

Oh, just cancel tonight's run.

And I guess you better call Sam.

Tell him that his load to
Houston for tomorrow is off.

I'm closing down
Platte Trucking.

Wayne, are you sure?

We gave it our best shot, Jess.

It's over. Dad, that's not
the way it's going to be.

I heard what happened,
I'm here to drive.

Until you get that thing off.

No way.

Well, it doesn't look like
you're in any shape to stop me.

Meg, I'm gonna
need a trip ticket.

Okay, hotshot,
I'll meet you there.

No, I don't get
off till midnight.

Right.

That pickup you saw was
registered to Randy Jinks.

Here's a fax of
his driver's license.

Bartender over at Willie
Greenwood's Roadhouse.

Well, he wasn't tending
bar when I was there,

I'm sure of that.

And that was just about the
same time as the hijacking.

He's probably still sacked out.

What say we go
have a talk with him?

Sheriff Monday. MAN: Randy Jinks

was killed by a
hit-and-run driver.

I'm on my way.

Change of plan, Mrs. Fletcher.

There's been a
hit-and-run homicide.

The victim was Randy Jinks.

Bates, I'm sending
in the coroner.

He's bringing the body
into H-twelve. Right.

No, they're gonna be there
in about 15 minutes, all right?

So check it and wrap it
and tag it. All right, thanks.

Sheriff,

we found him right here.

Coroner's prelim
put the time of death

between midnight and 2:00 a.m.

Those tire tracks
look like a big rig.

Is this the pickup
you saw yesterday?

Yes.

Sutton, bag everything in here.

Yes, sir.

So Jinks could have pulled over
because he had mechanical problems.

Or because he'd arranged
to meet someone here.

Well, either way, given
the perp's tire size,

it shouldn't be
difficult to nail him.

Sheriff!

Sheriff, we just found this.

I'd say that came off
your truck, wouldn't you?

Well, yeah, but... What
time did you take this rig out?

Around 1:00 a.m. The
trip tick will have it exact.

You drivin' when this happened?

I never saw that before.

Give me a forensics
team out here, ASAP.

There wasn't a whole bunch of love loss
between you and the victim, was there?

No. Shut the hell up, son.

Let's go to town, Rob.

You don't have to
say another word

until I get you a
lawyer, you hear me?

This guy is just lookin'
for a score to make up

for not havin' a clue
about those hijackings.

It's okay, Pop. I
got nothing to hide.

I'll see you in a little bit.

Wayne, last night I went downstairs
around 12:15 to get a glass of milk.

I saw you leave the house.

You want to know
where I was going, right?

Only if it might help Rob.

I went to see Lynn,
at the cemetery.

I go out and talk to
her from time to time.

I just had to talk to
her last night about,

about Rob and me.

This got anything to do with
that bartender that got run down?

Listen, here, call
this guy in Houston.

He's a top-notch
criminal attorney.

Tell him to send the bill to me.

Thanks, Sam, but I already
told you, I don't take handouts.

Would appreciate a lift into
town, though. How about it?

Just a minute.

Juan? Yeah, it's Sam.

Listen, I can't ship
today. My carrier's down.

Sorry to hear it.
When will it go out?

I'll do my best. Sam, could
we get moving, please?

Yeah. Jess. Thank you.

Just want you to know,
you're gettin' your wish.

I'm out of here.

What's your problem?

I don't like your
retirement plan.

Talking about Randy?

You hire me, he ends up dead.

You think I did him in?

Here, I thought, all the while,

that you did him for me.

Guess the Sheriff's right.

He's talking to Rob Platte.

Had nothin' to
do with you or me.

Just a couple of young
studs fightin' over a filly.

Makes a certain
amount of sense, I guess.

But murder...

Now, that gives me a rash.

I see.

Okay, Lance,

how about 15 percent and
a little room in my closet?

Can I help you?
Well, actually, yes.

I've come here to pick
up my nephew's VCR,

but I seem to have
mislaid the receipt.

Well, who are you?
Oh, I'm so sorry.

You know, this accident
has me so upset.

I'm Randy Jinks' aunt, out
here from Maine to visit him.

And now, to bury
him, I'm afraid.

I thought he was from El
Paso. He had an aunt there.

Oh, no, no, that's the
other side of the family.

Although there was some talk
that she'd married her first cousin,

and that's why Ernest
was the way he was.

Lady! His VCR won't
be ready till Monday.

Well, what about the computer?

I gave it back.

Tell me you're not a cop.

No, I'm not.

Then get out of
here. I got work to do.

Look, Mr. Grodin,

Rob Platte is under
suspicion for a murder

that I don't believe
that he committed,

and my only interest in your
affairs is how they impact Rob.

Now, if you'd prefer, I can
speak to Sheriff Monday.

Okay, okay.

What do you want from me?

Everything you can tell
me about those computers.

All right. But you
got to understand,

I never touch stolen goods,
except, well, Randy was a friend.

He wanted to know what he
could get for a bunch of 'em.

I told him I'd check it out.

And?

Was almost worthless.

You mean because it was
designed for such a specific purpose?

Mmm-mmm. I mean
'cause it was junk.

Bad microchips, the drives didn't
work properly, the boards were glitchy.

So even if you tried to sell
the components separately...

Forget it.

Of course, it is possible, the one I
checked out happened to be a lemon.

Ma'am, there any chance you
could keep me out of trouble on this?

I'll do my best, Mr. Grodin.

Thank you.

And what time did you
get to Lanford Road?

I told you, I never went there.

I deadheaded out
to Corpus Christi,

and I loaded up a container.

Rob, this places you at
the scene of the crime.

The tire tracks put you there.

I was never there,
Sheriff, and I...

I didn't run anybody down.

Don't let him bully you, son.

I got a lawyer who's
on his way in right now.

Wayne, either you shut
up or you wait outside.

Monday.

Right. Thanks.

Forensics found traces of
blood inside the grill of the truck.

They match Randy
Jinks' blood type.

I'm booking you for
vehicular manslaughter.

County attorney will have to
decide if he'll upgrade that to murder.

Randy? Run a hijacking ring?

He needed help
to tie his shoelaces.

Well, perhaps he was
working for somebody else.

You have anyone in mind?

Well, he must have met
a lot of people at the bar.

Well, yeah, sure, he met
people at the bar all the time.

But I think you're just
not facing the truth.

Now, both those dudes
had the hots for Cindy.

What makes you so certain that
Rob just didn't take a little side trip

to Lanford Road to clear
the way for him and Cindy?

A side trip?

Thank you, Miss Greenwood.

Nobody gets out of this
yard without time and mileage.

Rob checked out at 1:04 a.m.,

and the odometer
reading was 54798.

So, he signed out
when he said. So what?

Well, here's where the truck was
signed in from the previous run.

Someone seems to
have changed the 78 to 98.

So you're suggesting that
somebody took this truck out

on a 20-mile joy ride
and tried to cover it up?

Twenty miles would be about the round
trip distance to Lanford Road, wouldn't it?

You want me to believe
that somebody other than Rob

took that truck, drove
out to Lanford Road,

ran Jinks down, and then dropped
it off here before Rob took it out?

Sheriff, you have to
admit, it's possible.

Okay.

But there's a real down
side to your argument.

The killer would have
had to know a lot about

how Platte Trucking was run,

and who was doin' what,
when they were doin' it.

And that points
straight back at Rob.

Sheriff...

I want to make a confession.

You took 20 grand
from the company?

I borrowed it. I put it
all back 10 days later.

I needed it for Mom's surgery.

Meg, why in the hell didn't you
ask me? I'd have helped you out.

Would you?

You know, you're not the
easiest guy, Wayne, to read.

I mean, a couple of years ago,

you fired that driver because
he asked for too many advances.

I was scared to admit I
needed anything from you!

So how did you pay it back?

I borrowed it from Willie.

At outrageous
interest, no doubt.

Meg... Which is why
I am telling you this.

To help Rob.

A while back, I was
making a payment,

and I overheard Randy mention
some kind of warehouse they had,

and Willie shushed him.

It didn't mean all
that much at the time.

You know, it makes
sense, Sheriff.

From what I understand,

Randy Jinks wasn't smart enough

to run a hijacking
operation all by himself.

Well, if Willie's in on it, we
need to find that warehouse.

You have any idea where it is?

No, I'm sorry.

Sheriff, I think I know
a way to find out.

I said... I said I
want another drink.

Bartender, I want another drink!

Bartender! Hey, Wayne.

Wayne, what's the trouble here?

Your guy won't serve me.

Well, it's house
rules. Come on, now.

I haven't seen you like
this since Lynn's wake.

Is it Rob? I can't
believe it, Willie.

Apparently, he and Randy goin' after
each other over Cindy was all an act.

They were in business
together, fencing stolen goods.

I expect they had a fallin' out.

Willie, tell him, I
want another drink.

Bret, get him a
cup of hot coffee.

Call his office and tell 'em to
send somebody down for him.

Willie... No.

Willie! No!

Running that snake
down was too good for him.

I told you he was
stealing you blind.

You said it was a couple of TVs.

He was a lot smarter
than we thought he was.

We're going to inventory
everything in this place.

Who's that?

It's me, Miss Greenwood.

And me, Miss Greenwood.

What are you folks
doing down here?

Well, after your
talk with Wayne,

we had a feeling that you'd be
coming this way, so we followed along.

Wayne set me up?

Not much doubt about
the hijacking, is there?

Only question is, which one
of you killed Randy Jinks?

Now, wait a minute,
Sheriff, not me!

I mean, she was so damned
hot about Randy rippin' her off...

No way. It was him!

You know, I believe
they're both telling the truth.

Neither one of them
killed Randy Jinks.

Mrs. Fletcher, what
are you talking about?

Well, if you'll let me borrow
one of these computers,

I hope I can tell you.

Monday? What is it this time?

Mrs. Fletcher may have
proof of who killed Randy Jinks.

Is that so, Jess?

Just so long as it's
not Rob, I'll be satisfied.

But I don't think that you'll be happy
to hear what I have to say, Wayne.

Somebody wanted to make sure

that your shipment
didn't make it to NASA.

Now, you're saying that you think
maybe I hijacked my own truck?

Sam,

what brings you here?

Well, Meg phoned.

She said you wanted to see me.

I never told her that.

No, Wayne, I asked
her to call Sam.

It's about the murder
of Randy Jinks.

I don't get it.

I just spoke to NASA.

Mr. Ramos ran some tests on
one of your hijacked computers,

and he confirmed
what I had suspected.

That apparently you
were never able to correct

your quality control problems,

and that's why you couldn't
allow them to be delivered.

For God's sake.

Sam, you had my truck hijacked?

Using Willie
Greenwood's hijacking ring.

Your connection with her
was closer than anybody knew.

Court records indicate that
through a dummy corporation

you're half owner
of the Roadhouse.

It was an investment.

What the hell has it
got to do with anything?

It's got to do with your
contract with NASA.

As long as you shipped,

you didn't have to be held
responsible for non-delivery.

The trouble was,

Randy discovered your scam,
and probably tried to blackmail you.

So you killed him,

and framed Wayne for the murder.

Except you didn't count
on him hurting his arm,

so Rob almost ended
up taking the fall.

This is all crazy.

I mean, you don't know what
the hell you're talking about.

Sam, you knew all about
how we run this place.

Even where the spare keys are.

Sorry, folks.

There's no way you can
make a case for any of this.

Afraid you're wrong
about that, Sam.

We can prove that you removed
one of the stolen computers

from the cab of Randy's
pickup truck out at Lanford Road

after you ran him down.

Earlier today, at the warehouse,

Willie Greenwood cut her finger.

Given the perp's tire size,
it shouldn't be hard to...

It reminded me of

when the Sheriff and I
visited the scene of the crime,

I noticed an exposed spring on
the seat of Randy's pickup truck,

and beside it, on the
seat, a small blood stain,

as if someone had
cut himself on it.

And this afternoon, I happened to
notice a small bandage on your hand.

I'm sure that your
blood will match

the stain on the seat
of Randy's pickup truck.

Yeah.

He tried to hit me up for money.

To keep him quiet, I
arranged to meet him out there.

I used your bobtail.

And you made sure
they'd know it was my truck.

Yeah. I broke the
license plate frame.

Left a piece of it there.

You're an easy target, Wayne.

Oh, Sam.

Let's go, Sam.

We've got plenty of time
for your plane, Jessica.

The airport's only forty-five
minutes away. Oh...

We're back in business!

The insurance company just told
me they've reinstated our policy.

Hey, what'd you
do, twist an arm?

Yes, what changed
their mind, Meg?

They saved a bundle on all
the stuff from that warehouse.

You better believe it.

Rob tells me that you and Meg

are going to stay
here with Tammy Sue

while he takes Cindy
on their honeymoon.

Yeah. Instant grandpa.

Yeah, by the time they get back,

I'm gonna have Tammy
Sue here driving a big rig.

Oh, no.