So I ask you now, what could be more fitting than that today's success be celebrated by
honoring Summerfield's heroes of yesterday?
I love him, Bob.
I have for years.
That is a classic motive for murder.
Sounds like someone's been carrying a grudge for a long time.
Dick Gillis was murdered last night.
The chief thinks your husband was murdered too, and by the same person.
The full story will be available here on the mothercomputer.
A good time to go.
High school reunion in Summerfield?
You're actually going?
Well, this one's a little different.
This year they're honoring the Class of 1940.
That's mine.
I threw that invitation away a month ago.
I received another one.
Oh.
After all these years, you're finally getting sentimental.
It might surprise you to know I always have been where Summerfield is concerned.
It's a nice little town.
Well, you're lucky. Where I came from, all we had was winter and cement streets, wall to wall.
Well, that's not the form...
No, no, no. This is from a classmate, Alice Schmidt.
Very close friend of mine at one time.
Well, I'm seeing a very close friend this weekend, too.
And I'll be down in Big Sur.
I hope you have a blast, Chief.
And I hope nobody remembers my address.
I hope you all have a rotten time.
Well, what are you waiting for?
An unknown tall, dark and handsome stranger to ask me out.
My date was called Houston this morning on business.
Well, then I don't suppose he'd mind if you went to a high school reunion.
Well, actually, Chief, I don't know that I go to my own reunion.
You really want me to go?
I know you have a reason. The letter.
Well, I'll go home and pack.
Pick you up in half an hour.
Summerfield isn't that far away, Chief.
I'm surprised you don't go home more often.
I don't know, Fran. There never seems to be time.
Of course, I used to make time when my parents were alive.
The funny thing about a hometown, you can go years without ever giving it a thought.
But you never really forget.
Memories are all there.
Waiting to be dredged up. Just don't realize how deep the roots go until you come back for a visit.
Thomas Wolfe said, you can't go home again.
He didn't say it wasn't worth a try.
Nothing around here looks much like a schoolhouse.
Just a quick stop, Fran. See a friend.
Robert T. Ironside, you look marvelous. As handsome as ever.
Hello, Maggie. Maggie Moylan, Fran Belding.
How do you do? This is Henry.
How do you do?
Robert and I were once an item, you know.
Isn't it terrible about John Schmidt's death?
I was just going in to see Alice.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I was just going in to see Alice.
Fell down the stairs at home, I understand.
Everyone feels just terrible about it.
Makes you wish you'd kept in closer touch.
We better get moving. I'll see you at the reunion dinner, Robert.
Of course.
I have to be there early, you know.
I don't know why I keep taking the job.
Every year they say, Maggie, will you be secretary again?
And every year I say, yes. I don't know why.
Come along, Henry.
Schmidt. That was the name on the letter.
Alice's husband.
And Alice isn't sure that her husband's death was an accident.
She did mention it.
And she asked her old friend, Chief Ironside, to look into the matter.
And Chief Ironside brought officer Belding along, just in case something developed.
You surprised?
Not really.
Angry?
I should be.
But you're not, because you like my little hometown and you're curious.
Well, it might be interesting to see the environment that spawned the man.
Who knows? You might even turn up some blackmail material.
And don't you think I wouldn't use it?
I appreciate your sympathy, Bob, but don't bother.
I've been in mourning most of my life.
This past week has just been business as usual.
Had John been drinking the night he died?
He didn't have the imagination for that.
You know as well as I do that John could accept his situation.
Or should I say his shortcomings.
But you couldn't.
John's been his whole life falling on his face so it didn't come as any great shock to anybody when he fell down the stairs.
He even died, though.
You know, Alice, people don't all dream the same dreams.
Some people don't dream at all. That was John's problem.
You were more concerned with John's death in your letter.
You sounded suspicious of the whole thing.
I never sent you a letter.
You don't recognize this?
No. I never write letters.
Then you have accepted John's death as accidental.
Figures that's the way he'd go.
Not to everybody, Alice.
Not to everybody.
Little girl, you're the one girl for me.
Little girl, your life's freedom can be just a glance at you.
And snow from the stars.
Think of all 17 years old and you have an instant replay of our senior high school crime.
With your cute little way and I am yours.
Hey, Dick.
Dick Gillis.
You always work quick off the line.
I had to be playing alongside you.
My friend Belly is Dick Gillis.
Among other claims to fame, he married the prettiest girl in school.
How do you do?
Hello.
I'm sorry, Bob. I've got some business to take care of.
See you a little later.
Time to tell me how Karen is?
Karen's fine. She'll be glad to see you.
I get the feeling you're not.
Something wrong, Dick?
You always were a little over curious, weren't you?
Last I heard, we were friends.
My fault, Bob. I'm sorry.
I'm a little on edge. It'll pass.
See you back at the table.
Bob Ironside, come on over here and sign in.
Sam, how are you?
Oh, I'm surviving, Bob. I'm surviving.
Maybe I should call you Chief.
Yes, if you want me to call you Mr. McAuliffe.
None of that.
Maggie said that you had a very pretty young lady with you.
I bet she did.
That very pretty young lady's name is Fran...
Fran Belding. I've got it on the guest list.
Come on over here, honey, and sign in, will you, please?
There you are.
Maggie doesn't miss a trick, does she?
She never did, did she, Bob?
Here, take a couple of hats now.
Get in the festive mood.
And don't miss the punch.
I took care of that myself.
See you later, Slim.
Slim? I haven't heard that in a long time.
That was when I was much younger.
When we were all young.
We don't really have to wear these hats.
No.
Everybody knows how time flies.
Reunions have a sadistic way of beating you over the head with the fact.
Well, you can't lie to old classmates.
You're all the same age.
Well, well, if it isn't the big city detective.
Hello, Tom.
Hey, you remembered my name.
I mean, it's been a long time since you've been back to the old hometown.
I imagine you get a lot of action there in San Francisco.
Makes it hard to get away.
Man, in your position.
I've decided there's no excuse for that.
Well, Fran, this is Tom Ames, county sheriff.
My associate, Officer Fran Belden.
Hello.
I don't mean to say that we don't get our sheriff crime here in Summerfield.
You know, you'd be amazed at some of the cases I've had to stay on top of.
Wait a minute, did you say officer?
Nice to meet you, Sheriff.
Lady cop, huh?
I'm afraid we haven't gotten that far yet.
Bob, I'd sure like to sit down with you and chat for a while, sort of compare notes.
You know, one officer to another.
But first, I'd like to start with you because you're a prettier.
Would you care to dance?
Well, if you don't mind dancing with the cop.
I think that might be very interesting.
Excuse us.
Try the cheese spread.
I made it myself.
Well, Carol.
You know, I may not be the first to say it, but I certainly won't be the last.
You're still the prettiest girl in this school.
You will never be set as nicely.
From where I was watching, my husband did not seem too hospitable.
I hope you forgive him for taking off like that.
He's not usually so rude.
Not that I remember, anyway.
I thought his business was in Boston.
It is. Of course, he still has some property interests here.
Then that must be it.
Or maybe he's been celebrating too much.
He was never that much of a drinker.
It's a shock about John, wasn't it?
Yeah.
You were always so close.
What was it you used to call yourselves, you and John and Dick?
You know, I was hoping you wouldn't ask.
Of course, at the time we thought we were very original.
What was the name?
Try, uh, Tree Musketeer.
I promise I won't tell a soul.
I'm going to see you again, Bob.
I'll make sure you're sitting next to us. Come on, I'll show you.
I told the committee we were going to run out of hats.
I asked for six dozen more.
Why do they do this to me?
Now a very sentimental special number by request.
Gotta get it on!
I need your loving
I said I want your loving
I need you every minute of the day now
Girl, you see what I say?
I'm going to make love to you
That feeling's gonna be
It's gonna be just you and me
An ecstasy
I'm gonna dance, it's what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna make love to you
That feeling's gonna be
Come on, baby, now this is it
Get it on in the morning now
That feeling's gonna be
It's gonna be just you and me
An ecstasy
I'm gonna make love to you
That feeling's gonna be
Come on, baby, now this is it
Get it on in the morning now
That feeling's gonna be
It's gonna be just you and me
An ecstasy
I'm gonna make love to you
That feeling's gonna be
Come on, baby, now this is it
Get it on in the morning now
That feeling's gonna be
Come on, baby, now this is it
Get it on in the morning now
That feeling's gonna be
Come on, baby, now this is it
Get it on in the morning now
That feeling's gonna be
Come on, baby, now this is it
That feeling's gonna be
Come on, baby, now this is it
Get it on in the morning now
That feeling's gonna be
my administrators do...
but, uh, that's a lot of my mentors.
If you'd allow my inside here, uh...
would you? Maybe it likes you.
I would indeed.
All right.
After the ceremonies, we'll sneak away.
Huh?
Attention, please, attention.
For those of you who are hungry,
dinner will now be served.
And for those who want to dance,
the orchestra will keep playing.
Thank you.
Go ahead and serve it. My husband will be back any time.
You don't have any idea where he was going?
No. He didn't say.
Well, I know what, uh,
used to make him late for dinner.
Even keep him out all night sometimes.
Does that shock you?
I didn't exactly expect it.
Nobody does.
Perfect couple, meant for each other,
marriage made in heaven.
I'm afraid those cliches just don't fit anymore.
He'll probably have a perfectly logical answer when he gets back.
Of course. He always does.
Howard! Howard!
Stop it. Over here.
Tom.
Good to see you.
Good to see you. You look wonderful.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Bob.
It's been quite a while.
Howard, Howard, how are you?
Just fine.
It's easy to keep track of you through your horses.
Well, I don't make every race.
I stay in Boston,
unless I think I've got a winner running.
Which seems to be quite often.
Well, it's a business of luck.
Oh, look, why don't you go ahead with your dinner?
We'll talk later.
Young lady.
Thank you.
Young lady, you wouldn't believe this.
I used to be the best Lindy Hopper in the 40s.
Would you care to dance with a champion?
Oh, yes.
I'd love to.
Thank you.
Karen.
Can't help noticing that Dick is missing.
Yes, he has some last minute business.
I understand.
You understand what?
Come on, honey.
I spent a lot of time waiting for him myself.
Remember?
Now, you took him away from me,
and now it looks like somebody's taking him away from you.
Come on, Alice, that was a long time ago.
Well, I have a good memory.
Alice, I think Maggie is about to say something.
Maggie's always about to say something.
Bob, what is he doing to me? Where is he?
Attention, please.
And now I want to present Mr. Preston Lakes.
Now, most of you don't have to be told
why it is so gratifying to me
that this class of 1940 is being honored here at this reunion.
Now, some of you may know that I had the good fortune
to have been the head of the class of 1940.
Some of you may know that I had the good fortune
to have been the head coach
of Summerfield's first state championship football team.
But that was in that very same year.
That was way back there in 1940.
And because some of our boys were seniors,
well, it just proved to be our last shot at the state trophy.
And I'm proud of them this year.
So I ask you now, what could be more fitting
than that today's success be celebrated
by honoring Summerfield's heroes of yesterday?
I want to welcome that class of 1940,
and I want to congratulate the class of 1973
and their coach, Anthony Petrout.
Tony, come on up here.
Get him up here.
Now, Tony, does it need something?
Now, I want to congratulate you not on only your great achievement,
but the fact that you have so justly reaped the rewards
of your great success, because next year
you are going to go on to national fame and fortune.
You know, it's my great pleasure to be able to announce
at this time that Tony has been named head coach
at State College.
How about that?
Kick it off, that's right.
I want to thank you all for making this reunion such a great success.
Now, I know you have hours of talking to catch up on,
and Jimmy Allen will be right here to play your favorite dance music,
so enjoy yourselves and make your plans to see each other next year.
Thank you.
Don't leave anybody in this room until I get back.
Come on. Tom, I'd like to talk to you about Dick Gillis.
Dick Gillis? Why?
We're concerned about him.
Bob, you're a little late.
He was just found dead in the exercise room.
Looks like he fell over something and hit his head while he was drunk.
You're going to do an autopsy, of course.
Now, there you go, being the big city detective.
Bob, there's no mystery about this.
Dick just got himself sauced up at the wrong time, that's all.
Are you sure he'd been drinking?
Sure, there was a bottle and...
Hmm. Well, that's what you mean.
It'd be kind of embarrassing if he wasn't drinking
and somebody found out about it later.
Tom, if you don't mind, I'd like to work on this one with you.
Don't you think I can handle it?
I didn't mean to imply that you couldn't.
It's just that I would like to work on this one with you.
Oh, okay.
Just remember whose jurisdiction it is and whose it isn't.
Fair enough.
I'll go over there and get Doc started on that autopsy.
Chief, I'm so glad I came.
Friend, do you know the name of that friend of Ed's?
His date? Yes, his date.
June Pearson.
Call him. Tell him to come by helicopter.
Dick Gillis is dead. Another fall.
I'll find a phone.
Oh, Mr. Lakes, could you help me?
I'm looking for a phone.
Every time I see you, you're looking for something.
Of course. Come right this way, young lady.
Right here in my office.
Your phone is right in there.
Thank you very much.
Make yourself at home.
Yeah.
Oh, I see you were already looking at my memento.
I was just admiring the trophy.
Yes, it's beautiful, isn't it?
1940.
You mean the chief was actually on the team that won this trophy?
Yes, he was center and a very smart player.
Come here.
I want to show you something.
See if you can pick him up.
Oh, uh...
Here. No.
Good-looking one right here.
That's John Smith.
That's Nick Gillis.
And this is Toby Gray.
Toby Gray?
I don't believe I met him.
Well, there's not much chance of that, my dear.
He died not too long after that picture was taken.
He was my quarterback.
I hasn't been since if ever I saw one.
Oh, what a waste.
Dead.
He's really dead.
You know I can't bring up a tear.
Not a one.
Is that a terrible thing?
Not if you don't feel it.
There hasn't been any feeling for years, Bob.
Just pretense for the children's sake.
It's a very good excuse, isn't it, for not facing reality?
Well, pretending is over now.
Karen, can you think of anybody who would want him dead?
You think he was murdered?
We'll be looking into that possibility.
Oh, I am just shocked about Dick.
He was such a good man, a wonderful athlete.
When did you last see him?
Well, let me see.
It was yesterday afternoon.
He was talking with Howard Starley out on the football field.
Reminded me of the old days.
Were they just talking? That's all? No. Attitudes? No.
Wait a minute, Bob. What are you driving at?
You sound like a detective who thinks that the pieces don't fit.
Maybe they don't.
Chief, look what I found.
Well, thank you for coming, Ed.
Oh, well, I was just hanging around the house. Nothing to do anyway.
Sheriff Ames, Preston Lakes, Sergeant Ed Brown.
Now, look, Bob, I said you could tag along,
but not bring the entire San Francisco Police Department here.
Is it your disposal, Tom? We all are.
Just tell me where to start, Sheriff.
Well, Bob, I'd better be getting back out there.
I've got a lot of folks to see.
Appreciate it, Drew, letting us use the office.
No, not at all. Feel free.
Tom, is Old Doc Supple still the coroner?
Yeah.
I hope he hasn't slowed down.
He should have the autopsy report by now.
Obviously, you want me to start there, right, Sheriff?
Uh, yeah, yeah, I suppose so.
Obviously, you never told the sheriff about the letter you received.
Yeah.
I have a feeling it's better if nobody knows about it except the one who sent it.
John Schmidt and Richard Gillis had similar breaks.
There were also bruises around the neck indicating there were pressure breaks, not snaps.
Snaps is in tripping over things and falling down stairs.
Yeah.
What I'd like to know is just how much alcohol was in Gillis' system.
Not a drop.
But you found some on his clothes, right?
Yeah, must have splashed on him when the bottle broke.
Which means the bottle was thrown down there by someone else after Gillis was dead.
The killer must have known these so-called accidents wouldn't hold up.
Maybe he doesn't want them to. Maybe he's trying to tell us something.
He wouldn't be the first one to leave clues on purpose.
Could be a game.
Hello?
Yes, he is.
All right, I'll tell him.
That was Sheriff Ames' office.
He's on his way here now. He wants to meet you in the locker room.
Did he say anything like that to you?
No.
Of course, he could have turned up something.
He could meet us here and we could go to the locker room together.
Wouldn't that make more sense?
If the call actually is from Ames.
Which I doubt.
Well, it is a game.
We're going to play it. Come on, Ed.
MUSIC
Are you all right?
You're all right.
Well, what do you think?
I think that barrel was not meant to kill me.
Maybe not.
It doesn't leave very much doubt that you're his next target.
Now we know why he sent that letter, don't we?
I think...
I think I've had just about enough reunion for the day.
I'm going back to the hotel to go to bed.
I've got an early morning breakfast date.
Dick's business had been keeping him out of town for the last several years.
It got to the point where he wasn't home much even when he was in town.
What did you do about it?
Well, I could never prove there were other women.
I mean, what did you do about being lonely?
I don't think I like that question.
You and Howard are practically next door neighbors in Boston.
Yet, when he came to the table last night, he didn't even acknowledge you.
He was late. He just didn't think about it.
He thought about exchanging a glance with you.
He wasn't concerned as to where Dick was.
He either just didn't care or he already knew.
No, he didn't kill Dick. He wouldn't.
You're very sure of that?
I'm very sure of Howard's stalling.
I love him, Bob. I have for years.
That is a classic motive for murder.
I know, but I believe in Howard.
And I also believe in the ability of an old friend to find the truth.
Chief, I'm sorry to interrupt. Forgive me.
But Sheriff Ames wants to see you in the high school locker room.
Someone just took a shot at Preston Legs.
See, I was feeling a lot of nostalgia after last night.
I came down here. I do that often.
Bob, those days were very important to me, too.
I was turning to leave and I saw a figure over there.
Then I saw a gun and I moved just as it was fired.
Did you get a look at the face?
I did see the gun and a hand. It was a man's hand.
Okay.
Well, that should do it, Preston.
Thank you, Tom.
Bob, if you don't mind, I'll just be getting on back home.
I suppose you'll be picking up Howard Starley for questioning.
Yeah, that's the first thing I was gonna do.
Well, I'll get a ballistics report on this right away.
Chief.
The friend told me what happened.
I asked her to keep an eye on Starley and make sure he doesn't leave town.
These were our lockers that year.
I don't know if you remember.
I don't remember anything.
These were our lockers that year when we won the championship.
Richard Gillis, John Schmidt, Toby Gray.
Toby Gray.
He died the night of the game.
Car accident. He died of a broken neck.
Dick and John and I were passengers.
Toby was driving. We'd had a couple of beers right here in the locker room.
A little celebration.
It was my car he was driving.
Sounds like someone's been carrying a grudge for a long time.
For a long time.
Family member, maybe? Brother?
Oh. No, he was an orphan.
When he went to school, he lived with John's family.
He and John were like brothers.
And John was the first to be murdered.
Ed, I would like you to make a phone call.
Yes, I'll appreciate that. Thank you.
And please remember, it's very important I get this information as soon as possible.
Tom, I don't understand.
Why am I being brought down here?
You know I have to pull you in. You can understand why.
No, I can't.
You were seen talking with Dick Gillis on the football field yesterday afternoon.
Well, we talk all the time. We live in the same city.
Maybe that's the point, Mr. Stolle.
Why have a meeting in Summerfield on the football field?
Well, it's a reunion. We were there reminiscing.
About football? I understand you didn't play.
Well, I went to all the games and I was the same.
Well, I went to all the games and I was the student manager.
You were kind of late getting to the banquet last night.
Well, after my talk with Dick, I went back to the room to take a nap.
I overslept.
Right through the time, someone was killing Dick Gillis.
Just a minute.
I don't think there's any call to say that, Sergeant.
After all, there's such a thing as moating. Now, you ought to know that.
I'm glad you mentioned that, Sheriff, because I can think of one.
Would you care to tell us what it is?
What are you talking about? I'm talking about you and Karen Gillis.
Karen had nothing to do with this. Leave her out of it.
Somebody took a shot at Preston Lakes this morning.
The time is fixed at about 7.45. Where were you then?
I was in my room.
Not according to your desk clerk. Where were you?
I was...
He was with me.
Karen, please, don't get into this.
Do you want to take my word for it or do you want to check with the desk clerk at my hotel?
We already have.
You were in her room?
Since 7 o'clock this morning when I asked him to come over.
This was kind of bad for you. It confirms the motive.
He would have been there all night if it hadn't been for the small minds in this town.
I needed him last night more than ever when I was alone.
And I suddenly realized what had happened.
And I wanted him to hold me.
And I wanted him to tell me that everything was going to be all right.
Can you understand a thing like that, Tom?
Karen, that's not fair. I have a wife, you know.
Yeah, well, I hope you love her.
Because if you don't, and you're staying together anyway, you can learn to hate.
Enough to kill?
Maybe.
If you have no other love in your life, but if you have, you protect it.
You don't kill somebody.
I suppose you'll be holding me.
Howard, I'm afraid...
I don't think that'll be necessary.
No, it won't be necessary. You can go.
Just, uh, please don't leave town.
Not just yet.
Yeah.
Sheriff Ames.
Yeah, he's here. Just a moment.
This is for you, State College.
Thank you very much.
Sergeant Brack.
Yeah.
You're absolutely sure?
Well, uh...
Look, if it doesn't show in any of your records...
Well, this is gonna sound like a strange question, but...
Who is the oldest employee you have there in your athletic department?
I want to thank you for seeing me, Mrs. Schmidt.
Alice, please.
The way I look this morning, I don't deserve the formality.
Oh, what a night, I tell you.
I suppose Bob sent you here because he's mad at me...
the way I understand I carried on last night.
Actually, he didn't mention that.
It's so silly. It really is. All these years...
and I still have this thing about Karen...
because she took Dick away from me.
It makes me some kind of a nut, I suppose.
You know, I fantasize sometimes...
about how someday I'm going to take him away from her.
Mrs. Schmidt.
Alice, I'm afraid someone's already beaten you to it.
Dick Gillis was murdered last night.
I wondered why you came to see me.
Alice...
I wish there was time for me to pull my punches, but there isn't.
The chief thinks your husband was murdered, too...
and by the same person.
I don't think my head can take this this morning.
We need your help.
You expect me to know who would want to kill John or Dick for that matter?
I want to ask you about Toby Gray.
He lived with your husband's parents.
For about four years.
He was a great quarterback, one you wouldn't forget.
We're looking for someone who remembers him so fondly...
that he's going around killing people he holds responsible for Toby's death.
Now, did your husband ever mention anything that might point to that?
You mean someone who wanted him to stay in school?
Well, the money man.
John's parents weren't all that rich that they could afford another mouth to feed.
Someone subsidized Toby?
Every month, like clockwork.
Who, Alice? Who was it?
I don't know.
Try. Please try.
It isn't that I don't remember. It's I never knew.
Nobody knew, not even John's parents.
The donor wanted to remain anonymous.
You've always been the keeper of the records for our class, Maggie.
You know as much about this town as anyone.
What he means is people say I'm always sticking my nose into other folks' business.
I certainly hope that rumor is true.
What he really means is he's counting on you to tell us the name of Toby's benefactor.
I suppose you want me to keep all of this a secret.
Absolutely.
You know that'll be the hardest part, but I'll do it. I promise.
Now, Bob, don't forget about tonight.
The faculty's getting a little quiet, going away supper for our class at the hotel.
That's right. That's the name. Yes, sir.
Do you have a date on that?
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. 1940.
Thanks. Yeah, thank you very much, sir.
Why does it...?
It does?
I got what I was looking for.
Did the ballistics report...?
Oh, yeah. It just came in.
Let's see here.
Hey, look at this.
Says that the gun was fired at close range.
Well, that means Preston Lakes knows who shot at him.
He must be protecting somebody or something.
I'll check with you later. I gotta see the chief.
Chief, yeah.
Curious?
John Regan's the lawyer who handled it. He's dead now.
But the information's right.
And was I surprised.
Do you know how much money that amounted to every month for four years?
And, Bob, I didn't tell a soul what you were up to.
It's all over town.
I knew we could count on her.
Now, is there anything else I can help you with?
Well, thank you, Maggie.
That about does it.
Oh, there is one thing.
If you extend my apologies to everyone,
I won't be able to make the supper tonight.
Oh, Bob, that'll be such a disappointment to everybody.
Me, too.
But there's something I want to take care of.
And I want to stop by the gym.
The gym? There won't be anybody there.
Just a lot of memories.
Well, what do you know?
Couch?
You played the game well, Robert.
But then you always were a smart player.
And now the game is over.
Not quite, Robert.
Not quite.
One final play from scrimmage.
It was Toby Gray, wasn't it?
Superstar Toby Gray.
He was your ticket to the big time.
Head coach at State College.
That was the deal they made, wasn't it?
Head coach.
If you could deliver Toby.
And you boys had to take that chance away from me.
When the team won again this year and the coach was hired by State.
It all came back to you, didn't it?
I was the one that should have gone, not Petrella.
It isn't fair that Toby was the only one to die in that car.
He had a little too much beer.
He lost control. It was an accident.
You lent him the car, Robert.
It was your car that killed him.
You boys shouldn't have done that.
We were kids.
Just kids celebrating.
Robert.
You knew that I fired that bullet in the locker room myself.
Didn't you?
I knew it was all part of your game plan.
Robert.
When did you know?
Was it the barrel?
Oh, Robert, you have played this game so well.
So did you.
When I shook hands with you last night.
I felt a hand that had been kept strong through the years.
Strong enough to break a man's neck.
Two necks, in fact.
John Schmidt, ridiculous.
They deserve to die.
And so do you.
Get him up.
Yes, ma'am.
Lee.