"I got a proposition for you." "It's kind of a challenge between you, Marty and my bull." "[Woman] Tonight on Murder She Wrote." " [Bull Snorts]" " A man's dead." "It's my job to ask questions." "I have been looking all over for you." "I'm sorry." "This one's taken." " Why don't you leave him be, Jill?" "The man's got work today." " It's good to see you too, Luke." "Wally didn't like the looks of that bull, and Luke made him ride it." "What are you suggesting, Carla?" "That they both could have been killed?" "[Crowd Cheering]" "[Horse Whinnying]" "Ooh-whee!" "We made it." "You sign us in, hon." "I gotta go help Luke with the horses." "As soon as we get settled, we'll go chow down at the Spur with some of the guys, huh?" "I thought maybe we could bring something in, just the two of us." "Do we always have to eat with a crowd?" "Well, Jill, babe, we just spent 37 hours in this thing without a crowd around." "I know, but that's driving." "That doesn't count." "Tonight, you and me- We'll make up for lost time." "Now, you go get us a nice little spot off towards the back, huh?" "Maybe with a little privacy, huh?" " Jill!" " Hi, Carla." "Well, how'd you like that traffic jam up outside of Regina?" "Do you know Boone and I just got here about an hour ago?" "Marty and I came a different way too." "Um, I gotta go." "Oh, wait." "Listen." "Just a second, honey." "Listen, I don't wanna butt in, honest, and I guess it's none of my business- No, it isn't." "But, honey, look, you've got me between a rock and a hard place." "I mean, it was me that invited you to spend the summer with me and Boone on the circuit." "And your mama, well, she- She called you again, right?" "She's worried about you." "Well, maybe you shouldn't have told her about me and Marty." "Look, Carla." "It's my life." "Okay?" "[Phone Rings]" "[Rings]" "Hello." "Louise?" "Oh, my goodness!" "I haven't heard your voice in ages." "Well, I'm fine." "I'm busy, as usual." "Right now I'm engaged in a battle of the wills with my oven." "Louise, what's wrong?" "What's the matter?" "Jill?" "Has something happened toJill?" "Louise." "Honey, just calm down." "Now, very slowly, tell me what's wrong." "Hi, Boone." "Carla wanted to see me." "Carla?" "Jill?" "[Laughing] AuntJess!" "I don't believe it!" "What are you doing here?" "Well I came here to see you, of course." "Mom sent you, didn't she?" "No, she didn't send me." "L" " I volunteered." "You came to spy on me." "Yes, I came to spy on you." "Now, come on." "Let's have a walk." "You don't understand." "Marty's a terrific guy." "Don't be silly." "Of course I understand." "You're in love, and the last time I looked... that was no crime for someone of your age." "Jill, I daren't tell you how old I was when I met your Uncle Frank." "You know, you never knew my father, but I can tell you that he was a very warm and compassionate man." "Nonetheless, when I told him about Frank" "Well, my dear, you could hear his reaction all the way to the next county." "I knew you'd be on my side." "And you're gonna love Marty." "Well, maybe so, but that is not really the issue here." "Jill, your mother is terribly worried... because she cares a great deal about you." "Now, hear me out." "For whatever reason, you two have never been able to communicate very well, and that's why I'm here- to meet your young man, evaluate the situation, to be able to tell her exactly what's going on." "I think she has that right." "I guess." "But I'm not here to tell you how to run your life, I promise." "Because in the final analysis, whatever you decide, well, you've got my blessing." "Thanks." "Well, what do you say we meet this young man of yours?" "You know, I've never been to a rodeo." "You've never been to a rod" "Oh, it's so exciting, and Marty is the best." "Well, ma'am, this surely is a pleasure." "It surely is." "Well, I'm certainly delighted to meet you, Marty." " Uh, you be bunking' with us?" " Oh, no, no, no." "I checked into that little motel right across the highway." "Well, it'd be no problem." "Well, thanks anyway." "AuntJess is gonna stay till Sunday." "Well, that's terrific." "Maybe you'll bring me some luck." "I could sure use some." "Me and Boone Talbot are this close for Top Cowboy this season." "Hey, Marty!" "Come here a sec." "Take a look at this shoe." "Uh, you'll excuse me, ma'am." "Well, say, maybe you and Jill'd like to join us." "We'll be tossin'back a few brews at the Spur, and, uh, well, you could meet some of the folks." "Well, thanks." "I'd love to." "Well?" "Well, if he's as good with horses as he is with visiting aunts from Maine," "I'd say that Mr. Talbot was in for a lot of trouble." "[Chuckles]" "##[Country]" "[Chuckling]" "Say, Jessica, where'd you learn to dance like that?" "Just now, out of self-defense." "How about one more?" "No, no, no." "Three is my limit!" "Okay." "Let me get your chair." "Thank you." "Come on, sweetheart." "We're just gettin' goin'." "Looks like you could use this." "Oh, thanks." "I sure can." "[Chuckling]" "Time was I could go all day, all night, just dancin', rodeoin'." "'Fore I, uh, got my leg all busted up, that is." "That's the truth." "Old Wally here used to be a good one before that big old Brahman got him." "And now you're a rodeo clown, Mr. Bryce?" "They gotta do somethin' with us rejects, ma'am." "[Man Laughing]" "Could've been at it today, still competing', if it wasn't for some stone-fingered rummy of a doctor... who ain't fit to cut up dog meat, let alone work on people." "[Sighs] That's Doc Schaeffer, the association's official sawbones." "He travels the circuit, mostly fixing' up busted ribs and broken bones." "Sometimes he even does it right." "Uh, excuse me." "Hey, Boone." "How ya doin' there, fella?" "[Laughing]" "You gettin' ready to show these young fellas a few things, huh?" "[Coughing] Still smokin' those old stogies, huh?" "Hell, no." "Consuela'd skin me alive." "[Laughing]" "Well, lookee here." "Here's that pretty little wife of yours." "Hey, darlin', how about you and me gettin' out there and spinning' on the dance floor?" "Later, Doc." "Come on." "Later I won't even be standin' up." "Turn your burners down, Doc." "Let go of me!" "Doc." "Doc, let her go." "Get your damn hands off me, Boone!" "I'm just bein' neighborly." "She said no more." "Okay?" "Now, don't start somethin'." "By God, if I start somethin', I'll finish it, guaranteed!" "As old as I am, I can still take you." "Come on, Doc." "Let's get back to the trailer." "Get them hands off of me, woman!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Talbot." "It's not your fault." "When Doc gets drunk, he, uh- That's all she wrote." "My goodness." "Things certainly get lively around here, don't they?" "[Chuckles] Opening jitters." "Everybody's keyed up." "Old Doc don't help matters none." "Gets mean when he's got a snootful." "Listen here now, Boone." "I got a proposition for you." "It's kind of a challenge." "[Laughing]" "Between you, Marty and my bull." "Whichever stays on the longest gets $500." "Course, if you don't want anything to do with it, I can understand." "[Luke] Uh-huh." "Yeah." "I guess we all understand, huh, boys?" "[Laughing]" "[Man] Y'all better watch that bull." "He's a mean one in there!" "There he is, boys." "And here's the gate." "Yah!" "Watch it." "Whoa, whoa." "Yah!" "Hah!" "Hah!" "[Snorting]" "Hah!" "Yah!" "Hah!" "Hah!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hah!" " Watch it!" "Watch it!" " Boone!" "Look out!" "Look out!" "Get 'em outta there quick!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey there, hey there!" "In there!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Hey, Doc." "He's hurt pretty bad." "Well, if you get outta the way, I'll fix him up." "You got a hairline fracture of the right femur, Luke." "I'm gonna put you in a walking cast, but I wanna keep you in here tonight." "Aw, come on now, Doc." "Now, I'm gonna sedate you, just in case." "It's not gonna be a fun night, that's for sure." "But I gotta be up and around tomorrow, helping' him." "Yeah?" "Well, Marty's not gonna be doin' much of anything tomorrow either." "What are you talkin' about?" "You got a concussion." "I'm settin' you down at least for tomorrow." "You're crazy!" "Don't argue with me, son." "You ain't setting' me down, old-timer!" "Son, now look, if you like, I can have you disqualified for the whole Showdown." "Now get outta here and let me work on Luke." "If that old man thinks I ain't competing' tomorrow, he's got another thing coming." "Let's go back to the trailer." "Says I got a concussion." "Well, maybe he's right." "Will you leave go of me!" "He ain't no kinda doc." "Hell, ask Wally." "I ain't taking' his word about nothin'!" "[Sighs]" "Hey, come on!" "We have a fire!" "We got a fire up here in Doc's trailer!" "[Shouting]" "Doc, open up!" "Doc, open up!" "[Coughing]" "Doc!" "Look out!" "Look out!" "[Coughing] Doc and Consuela are still in there, I think." "[Fire Extinguisher Spraying]" " Get an ambulance!" " Doc!" "Doc!" "Doc!" "[Siren Wailing] Doc!" "[Crying]" "[Cheering] ##[Band Playing Processional]" "[Applause]" "[Cheering Continues] ##[Continues]" "[Snorting]" "Let's hear it for the Maple Leaf Drill Team." "[Crowd Cheering]" "I hate to interrupt you, Wally- Hi, Miss Fletcher." "I'm looking forJill." "Have you seen her around?" "Well, I guess she'd be with Marty somewheres." "Oh, uh, Miss Fletcher, I suspect you heard about what happened last night." "Uh, Doc, I mean." "Oh, yes." "It was dreadful." "I feel so sorry for his wife." "Well, she'll get over it, huh?" "Boy, oh, boy." "[Spurs Jingling]" "Guess we all knew that smokin' would get Doc someday, huh?" "Uh, never figured it like that." "How's Luke?" "They said they took him to the hospital." "Luke?" "Oh, he's gonna be fine, last I heard." "Yeah, just fine." "Fine." "Well, if you seeJill, tell her I'm looking for her, will you?" "Sure will." "Thanks." "[Laughing]" "Excuse me." "Mr. Talbot?" "Yeah, Boone Talbot." "I'm Inspector McCabe." "I understand you're the one that discovered the fire last night and rescued Mr. Purdue." "Yes, sir." "That's true." "Sorry we didn't save Doc." "Well, it's fortunate you were wanderin' around the hospital trailer last night." "Look, I wasn't "wandering" around." "I was taking a walk." "Sometimes I can't sleep before a rodeo." "You didn't happen to see anybody else hanging around, did you?" "No, sir." "Why all the questions?" "A man's dead." "It's my job to ask questions." "The fire was an accident." "Possibly so." "Mrs. Talbot?" "That's right." "I understand you and your husband had a little run-in with the victim yesterday." "Hey, now, wait a minute." "It wasn't a run-in." "Doc was drunk." "That's the way he always is." "If you got something to ask me, just spit it out, Inspector." "The fire marshal's preliminary report indicates... the fire may not have been an accident." "If it wasn't, I may have a lot more questions for you." "Keep yourself available." "Don't let it bother you." "He doesn't know what he's talkin' about." "He said Doc was killed." "He looked straight at me when he said it." "That's all I need." "[Grunts]" " AuntJess!" " Oh, there you are." "I called you first thing at the motel." "What time was that?" "8:30." "First thing is around 7:00 for me." "But what is it?" "What's the matter?" "Doc Schaeffer's dead." "Yes, I heard." "And there's a Mountie running around asking a lot of questions, making it sound like it wasn't an accident." "What?" "Marty wouldn't hurt anybody." "I know he wouldn't." "Jill, slow down." "Now, what are you talking about?" "He's asking a lot about Marty and Boone, like he thinks maybe one of them set the fire up deliberately." " But why?" " I don't know." "Maybe it has something to do with that stupid bull." "But if Marty was with you last night- That's just it." "He wasn't with me." "I haven't seen him since yesterday, since we had that fight." " But that's still no reason" " AuntJess, could you find out what's going on for me?" "I know Marty's kind of hotheaded, but he wouldn't hurt anybody." "All right." "I'll see what I can learn." "Meanwhile, I suggest that you find this young man of yours, all right?" "Okay." "Good." "Hello!" "You may have failed to notice, madam, but this is an official police investigation site." "Oh, yes." "I'm very sorry." "Uh, it's Lieutenant" "Inspector Roger McCabe, Queensbridge Barracks." "And you are?" "Well, my name is Jessica Fletcher." "I'm very anxious" "Jessica Fletcher?" "The authorJessica Fletcher?" "Well, yes." "Mrs. Fletcher, this is a delightful and unexpected pleasure." "I've read most all your books." "Well, thank you." "But what in the world are you doing here in Queensbridge?" "Researching the Showdown, perhaps, as background for your next thriller?" "Actually, no." "I'm here to visit my niece who, uh, I'm sorry to say, seems to be involved in your, uh, investigation." "Oh?" "Her name is Jill Morton." "And she's living- Well, she's involved with" "She's a very good friend of Marty Reed's." "Ah, yes." "Young Mr. Reed." "I've been trying to locate him all morning." "Let me see now." "The young lady's apprehensive, as well she might be, and she's asked you to intercede?" "Something like that." "Yeah." "Only natural." "You've heard that the circumstances surrounding last night's fire are somewhat suspect." "Well, yes." "There are rumors." "Well, come in then." "I'll fill you in on the specifics, as far as we know them now." "Thank you." "The fire marshal's preliminary report... indicates the fire was confined to this couch... and it was incendiary." "He's sure about that?" "He found traces of a flammable liquid sloshed on the couch." "And this, you might say, is the clincher." "This was a lighted cigarette, tucked inside a matchbook folder." "The cigarette burns down to the matches, ignite them." "They touch off the flammable liquid." "A crude but effective time fuse." "Fortunately, the fire failed to generate enough heat to completely consume the evidence." "Uh-huh." "This looks like melted film." "The fire marshal says it's an X-ray, possibly to be used to fuel the fire." "Though our perpetrator seemed unaware of the nonflammable properties of X-ray film." "Here, let me show you something else." "Notice the window above the couch." "It was found shut, but not locked." "I see." "You're saying that the flammable liquid and the time fuse device... could have been tossed through the window." "And that the arsonist needn't have entered the trailer at all." "Precisely." "He, or she, anticipates that the doctor and his patient would both be asleep, starts a smoky fire to escape... to establish an alibi long before the fire takes hold." "But why?" "To kill the doctor?" "To kill Mr. Purdue?" "To frighten someone?" "I mean, or simply to destroy this trailer?" "Frankly, the reason is immaterial." "Dr. Schaeffer died of smoke inhalation." "Everyone around here apparently knew he suffered from emphysema." "Any way you look at it, this is murder." "[Horn Honking] [Man Announcing On P.A.] Now, ladies and gentlemen, hang on to your hats for the saddle bronc contest." "Aren't you afraid of anything?" "Well, I must be." "I just ain't figured out what." "I'd love to see you in action." "I have been looking all over for you." "I'm sorry." "This one's taken." "So that's where you spent the night?" "Aw, come on, Jill." "I played cards with some of the guys." "We had a few beers, and, uh, I slept it off." "Slept it off where?" "With who?" "Now, slow down." "You don't own me." "I told you where I was." "You sayin' I'm a liar?" "No, Marty." "I was worried about you, and then all this business with Doc." "I got scared, that's all." "Aww." "Now, ain't nothin' for you to be scared about." "Honest, I was with the guys." "And, well, as for Doc, I don't know nothin' about that." "Now come on." "Give me a little smile." "A little one?" "Yeah, that's good." "Now, honey, don't you let that Mountie bother you." "I'm all right." "How's your knee?" "I'm okay, all right?" "Would you lay off?" "I'm fine, all right?" "Okay." "[Announcer On P.A.] And now, ladies and gentlemen, hang on to your hats... for the saddle bronc competition." "[Cheering, Whistling]" "And now, folks, we got a real treat for you." "This will be Boone Talbot's first appearance in two years here at the Showdown." "[Cheering, Whistling] The former Top Cowboy was sidelined all last year because of injuries." "And standing square in the middle of Boone's comeback trail is Marty Reed, the popular young rider who came out of nowhere last year... to win the Top Cowboy honors." "Boone wants his title back." "Marty wants to keep it." "We're talkin'Showdown, folks." "I see Boone's about ready now." "He'll be coming out of chute number two there." "He'll be ridin'a rangy outlaw they call Spinner." "Any time you're ready, Boone." "Open the side." "[Crowd Whooping]" "[Horn Blows]" "[Murmuring]" "[Crowd Applauding]" "[Announcer] Boone's not too happy with that ride, folks." "Not up to his usual championship form." "Too bad, Boone." "Next time maybe." "Oh, it's Mrs. Schaeffer, isn't it?" "Yes." "I'm Jessica Fletcher, Jill Morton's aunt." "I would like to express my condolences on the death of your husband." "Oh, yes." "Thank you." "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Fletcher." "Jill's told me a lot about you." "I was on my way to see Mr. Purdue." "It's the last door on the left." "I was just there." "He's doing fine." "How lucky that you weren't in that trailer last night." "We'd all have been lucky." "I would never let Doc smoke his cigars when he was around me." "So if I had been there, this whole thing wouldn't have happened." "Was there any particular reason why you weren't there last night?" "I wanted no part of Doc when he drank." "After I finished helping him with Luke, I spent the night with a friend." "Is there something you're trying to tell me, Mrs. Fletcher?" "Mrs. Schaeffer." "There's a very strong likelihood... that your husband's death was not an accident." "I'm very sorry." "Doc had a way of making enemies." "That bull of his maimed more than one cowboy." "Then you're not surprised?" "After seven years of marriage to Doc, nothing surprises me." "He was a mean man." "Before I met him, he spent 10 years in a prison." "I often wondered ifhe hadn't been on the wrong side of the bars." "I guess I loved him once." "But I'll tell you the truth" "I feel nothing but relief now." "Excuse me." "All right." "Easy now." "Yeah." "I got it." "I got it." "Thanks." "Sure." "Hi, Jessica!" "My goodness!" "You're looking very chipper." "Yeah, I'm fine except for this here leg." "Now, Mr. Purdue, if it's bothering you, I could arrange for an X-ray." " Uh-uh." "Forget it." " It will give us a very clear picture" "Look, I don't want to hear no more about no X-ray." "I'm checked out, sojust go bug somebody else, all right?" "[Chuckling]" "Those guys aren't happy unless they're poking' and prodding' at somebody." "I heard about the doc." "That's a real shame." " How does a thing like that happen?" " Not by accident, I'm afraid." "Inspector McCabe, R.C.M.P., Mr. Purdue." "If you don't mind, I have some questions for you." "Well, the fact is, I do mind." "I gotta get back to the Showdown." "Marty'll be lookin' for me." "He needs my help to win that thing." "Well, why don't we just talk in my car on the way over then?" "[Purdue] You're sayin' somebody tried to kill me?" "That's crazy." "A man without enemies?" "You're a rare species, Mr. Purdue." "Oh, well, I've got my share, but they're the kind that'd face you down with a knife in their hand." "Settin' fires- That ain't their style." "Luke, is there anything that you can remember" "I mean, something that might have happened before the fire broke out?" "I was asleep." "Doc gave me enough painkiller to drop that bull of his." "Now, wait a minute." "I do kind of recall waking' up." "I thought I heard the sound of footsteps outside." "A sort of a jangling sound, like fancy spurs maybe." "Spurs?" "Are you sure?" "[Laughing] I'm not sure of anything." "Like I said, I was in no pain." "Oh, yeah." "Right there." "That's where it hurts." "You know, Marty, I was thinking." "When we're done with the rodeo circuit, that you could take me home with you." "Aw, now, honey, we talked about that." "You're going back to school, remember?" "I wanna be with you." "I know you do." "And I do too." "But we made a deal" "One season on the circuit and then you'd head back to hitting' the books." "I know, but wouldn't it be nice- Let's just enjoy the time we got together." "I mean, here we are, first day of the rodeo, I got me a big ol' lead." "Boone's in trouble, and that kid from Cheyenne, he don't show me much." "What is he, 19 or somethin'?" "That's what they were sayin' about you." "Yeah." "But now I'm an all-around "champeen."" "Take me home with you, Marty." "I can only think about one day at a time." "This is my day." "Let's go inside." "Okay." "Well, hey, look who's back!" "How you doin', good buddy?" "Looks like you're doin' okay." "Why don't you leave him be, Jill?" "The man's got work today." "It's good to see you too, Luke." "Get back on that table, buddy." "I'll give you a real rubdown." "Yeah, okay." "Why don't you fix me a cup of coffee, honey?" "Fix your own damn coffee." "[Laughing]" "Oh." "Yeah!" "[Carla] Here you go." "He'll go on like that for hours, practicing' until his hands bleed." "Well, you know, tenacity is an admirable virtue." "Until it turns into thick-headed stubbornness." "It's over for Boone." "He knows it, but he just won't admit it." "But he's- he's a young man." "He's old in this business." "Oh, he'll go along for a while, takin' down fifth-place money, then eighth place, then 15th." "Then one day it'll happen- a bronc he can't ride, a bull he can't handle." "He is scared to death he's gonna end up like Wally Bryce." "Wally?" "Oh, yes, the clown." "Yes, I understand that he broke his leg being thrown from a bull." "He told me that Doc was drunk when he set his leg." "Luke was his manager." "Wally didn't like the looks of that bull, and Luke made him ride it." "What are you suggesting, Carla?" "That they were both in Doc's trailer?" "That they both could have been killed?" "That maybe Wally" "Oh, no." "No, no, no." "He may have hated him, but Wally kill a man?" "[Chuckles]" "No, I'd sooner believe Boone done it." "Mrs. Schaeffer, I am sorry, but at the moment," "I can't allow you to remove any personal belongings from this trailer." "And what about my clothes?" "What am I supposed to wear?" "Madam, I am trying to find out what happened the night your husband died." "If we could confine ourselves to that subject" "I told you, Doc was giving everybody a bad time." "He told Marty Reed he had a concussion and wouldn't let him ride the next day." "He was even giving Luke a hard time." "Doc knew how to spread it around." " Excuse me." " Oh, Jessica." "Sorry to interrupt." "Um, but wasn't it generally known... that Luke was fairly heavily sedated?" "Oh, sure, but Doc kept asking him a bunch of questions, like where he worked before he joined the rodeo, where he lived." "Like the dentist who fills your mouth with instruments... and then asks you all sorts of questions he cares nothing about." "And you're sure there was no one around wearing spurs?" "I told you no." "Inspector, when I can get back in here and get my clothes, would you let me know?" "I'll be staying with my friend Doris." "The last trailer on the left." "The blue one." "I keep hitting dead ends." "I may have had better luck." "That's why I came to find you." "You might want to question a rodeo clown named Wally Bryce." " AuntJess." " Jill?" "Miss Morton." "Hi." "Um, can we talk for a minute?" "Yes." "Of course." "Will you excuse me, Inspector?" "Wally Bryce." "You know, I really love him." "I know." "He's charming and funny, and I know he loves me too." "Oh, yes." "But there's times when I feel that he's not really ready for a serious relationship." "Well, a young man that age- I mean, it is possible." "I mean, I don't mind, if that's what he really wants." "People develop and grow." "Jill, are you asking me for advice?" "No." "It's just that you've always been able to see things the right way." "All right." "Listen to me." "I am gonna give you some advice." "Now, if you have any doubts about your future with Marty Reed," "I suggest that you talk to him about it." "Don't be afraid to ask him the hard question." "If he doesn't give you the good answer, well, that's your answer." "Remember one thing- you're the one who's gonna make up your mind about all this." "Not me." "Not your mother." "But you." "Now, go ahead." "There's no time like the present." "Daddy!" "Daddy!" "Daddy!" " Buster, what are you doin' here?" " [Woman] Hi, honey." "Hi, hon." "And the radio station up there in Miles City had this announcement about Marty." "He's kind of a local hero around our corner of Montana." "They said he'd been hurt and might not be able to compete in the Showdown." "Well, I just about fell over when I heard that." "So I threw some extra clothes in the pickup, grabbed Buster, and here we are." "Sure is a relief to find out he's all right." "Yes, it must be hard for you, Marty gone all the time." "I'm surprised that you don't travel with him on the rodeo circuit." "Oh, you see, we've got this little bitty ranch, and somebody's gotta look after it." "And Buster's a little young for all that traveling' around." "I do miss Marty when he's gone so much, but he's really good about sendin' those money orders every month regular." "And of course, he's home quick as the rodeo season's over." "Anyway, I guess it's hard on him, too, being away from me and Buster like he is." "Well, I think that Marty is very lucky to have such a devoted and understanding wife." "Oh, shoot, ma'am." "I'm the lucky one." "Ain't he just wonderful?" "Uh, maybe we better head over to the arena." "The bull riding's comin' up." "Well, it was nice meetin' some of Marty's friends." "Never knew any of'em before." " Y'all ever come to Miles City, you stop by." " Yeah, we'll be sure to do that." "Bye." "Buster?" "Buster?" "We are taking a plane out ofhere tonight." "[Horn Blows]" "[Announcer] How about that ride, folks?" "Boone Talbot put himself way out in front with that one." "Hell of a ride, Boone." "Hell of a ride." "Best ever." "[Announcer] Our next rider up will be Marty Reed." "Marty's got himself a real handful." "He pulled a bull named Strychnine." "This bull is a total outlaw." "He's crippled more than one unlucky cowboy." "But if anybody can handle him, Marty can." "Good luck, Marty." "Okay, cowboy." "Bear down." "[Crowd Whooping]" "[Horn Blows]" "[Rings]" "Hello." "Carla, what is it?" "Oh, my Lord." "Oh, no." "We'll be right there." " There's been an accident." " Marty?" "Boone Talbot." "Hey, Boone?" "Hey, what were you tryin' to do out there, win Hero of the Year?" "They give prize money for that?" "Not so's I noticed." "You better letJake put somethin' on that cheek." "It's already got somethin' on it- horse manure." "Jake, better clean this sucker up." "[Crowd Cheering]" "That's the gutsiest thing I ever saw." "Strychnine had Marty down on the ground, you know, and I was" "Well, I was tryin' to distract him." "I couldn't." "And Boone comes runnin' in from the side, you know, right in front of that critter... so we could drag Marty away." "Then all of a sudden that- Well, I mean, that bull went after Boone like" "Well, I'm tellin' ya, ma'am, he's lucky to be alive now." "I mean, he's really lucky." "Boone." "Hey, Jill." "I think I look worse then I feel." "Well, they said I had a few broken ribs, maybe a separated shoulder." "They haven't got to the good parts yet." "Nothin' a little tape can't fix, huh, honey?" "How you doin'?" "Aw, just one little scratch is all, except for my arm." "That hurts like blue blazes." "Medic says it ain't broke, but what does he know?" "Sorry about that, Marty." "Looks like you're gonna be Top Cowboy of the Year." "Hey, Marty." "What do you think you're doin'?" "I'm just talkin' to my buddy here." "You know what I'm talkin' about- pulling' out of the rest of the competition here." "You only needed one more event to beat this guy." "You're handing him one of the biggest prize purses on the circuit!" "Can't help it, Luke." "My arm hurts too bad." "Ain't a damn thing wrong with your arm." "I think it was your head got stepped on out there!" "Yeah?" "Well, it's my arm, and it's my head." "And if you don't like it, Luke, take a walk." "Shoot, Carla." "[Phone Rings]" "Somebody's callin' Doc Schaeffer long distance, and I don't know what to tell him." "Doc Schaeffer?" "Perhaps I'd better take that call." "Are you all right?" "Yeah." "Okay, you wait here for me, will you?" "Thank you." "Sure." "Hello." "My name is Jessica Fletcher." "Uh, to whom am I speaking?" "This is Warden Barnes, Oregon State Penitentiary." "I've been trying to return Doc Schaeffer's phone call from last night, but I can't seem to get ahold of him." "Oh." "Well, I'm very sorry, but Doc Schaeffer is dead." "Old Doc?" "Well, I'm sure sorry to hear that." "I hadn't heard from him in years." "L" " I'm sorry I missed him." "Warden, you say that he called you last night?" "About what time was that?" "Oh, log sheet says 9:00 p.m." "That would make it around 11:00 Saskatchewan time." "Uh, did he leave any message- what it was about?" "Nope." "Just a name and number." "Oh, the night operator wrote down "important." Uh-huh." "You know, the doc's wife told me that he had practiced in a prison." "Yup." "Right here." "He up and quit about eight years ago." "He was my prison surgeon." "Old Doc." "Had enough of livin' behind bars." "Said he was beginning to feel like a prisoner himself." "I guess that's why he hooked up with the rodeo." "Wide open spaces kinda thing." "Warden, thank you." "You have been very helpful." "More than I can tell you." "Good-bye." "[Sighs]" " [Phone Beeping] - [Rings]" "McCabe." "Oh, Jessica." "What?" "Dr. Schaeffer suffered from emphysema, so I assume there must have been oxygen in the trailer." "Why, yes, I believe he did." "Just a moment." "The file's right here." "Yes, here it is." "According to this, an oxygen tank was found on the floor inside the doorway." "Inspector, this is very important." "Was it full or empty?" "Hmm." "According to this, it was nearly empty." "Strange." "No, not strange at all." "##[Jukebox Playing Country]" "Guess you know you're missin' all the excitement out at the arena." "Yeah, I guess I am." "Well, it seems to me that" "Seems to me you talk too much." "Sure." "[Men Laughing]" "[Cash Register Bell Dings]" "Mr. Purdue?" "Inspector." "What are you doin' here?" "Looking for you." "I thought you might help with an identification." "[Chuckling] This is some kind of a joke?" "That's Wally the clown." "Anybody could've told you that, even Miss Fletcher here." "Well, actually, Luke, Wally isn't the one that the inspector wants to identify." " It's you." " [Chuckling] Huh?" "Your thumbprint on that photo will make it official, even more conclusive than those X-rays you tried to destroy in the fire." "What the hell are you talkin' about?" "The murder of Dr. Schaeffer, Mr. Purdue, if that's your real name." "You see, Mrs. Fletcher has this theory- which I'm inclined to believe- that you're an escaped prisoner from the Oregon State Penitentiary." "Until we get verification, I'm holding you in protective custody." " [Man] Freeze!" " [Guns Cocking]" "[Guns Cocking]" "Luke Purdue?" "Well, his real name is Carl Mattson." "He escaped from prison about 13 years ago, grew a beard, let his hair grow, and it completely changed his appearance." "Which is why Doc didn't recognize him." "Well, not his face, but he must have recognized something in those X-rays... that he took of Mattson's broken leg." " His own handiwork, I'm sure." " Those burned X-rays on the couch." "Well, that always bothered me- that one set of X-rays burned beyond recognition." "And then when I remembered how violently Mattson had objected... to having new X-rays taken at the hospital, well, it just all came together." "You see, Consuela told me that Doc had started to pump Mattson for information." "And Mattson realized it was only a matter of time before the doctor put it together." "When Doc called the warden at the prison," "Mattson must have been listening and knew that was the clincher." "He realized that he had to do something." "Yeah, but start a fire?" "I mean, he could have killed himself." "I don't think that he saw it that way." "According to his confession, he waited until Doc was asleep in the next room." "He took out the X-ray to make sure it would burn in the fire... and then unlatched the window before he set the fire, making it look like the work of an outside arsonist." "He knew he couldn't run for it, not with a broken leg, and he knew that Doc kept oxygen on hand for his emphysema." "He figured the smoke would get Doc and the oxygen would save him... until somebody came by to rescue him." "The oxygen kept him alive until you broke down the door, Boone." "I always knew I never liked Luke." "And you had good reason." "And now, young lady, you and I have got a plane to catch." "Take care of yourself." "All right." "You gonna write me, tell me how you're doin'?" "I sure will." "Okay." "Good-bye, Carla." "Bye-bye." "Good-bye, Boone." "Get well." "Bye." "Thank you." "If we hurry, we'll be able to make the plane." "All of a sudden, I'm not so sure I want to go." "You haven't changed your mind?" "No, not about Marty." "It's Mom." "She's gonna kill me when I get home." "Well, if she does, it will be from asphyxiation due to excessive hugging."