Heaven Can Wait Page #7

remains a mystery.

Farnsworth said his wife and

Tony Abbott were trying to kill him.

Let me spring it on Abbott,

I can make him crack.

OK. Take Corkle

to the Farnsworth house.

The game.

If you win this one, you're going

to be champions of the world.

And they can take away

the money and the cheers.

They can take away the good looks,

but nobody will ever

take that away from you.

Let's go.

Let me get this straight.

You're saying you saw no specific

changes in Mr Farnsworth's behaviour?

No, sir. A bit more talkative,

but other than that, normal.

And that's your opinion, too,

Mr Sisk?

Yes. I did notice he seemed

to take a dislike to his hats,

but it was never violent.

Why don't you ask me

whatever you want and...?

Mr Corkle, please. Mr Everett?

Oh. Y-y-yes?

- You had cocoa with him every night.

- Uh, yes.

What did you talk about?

Well, he'd say something like,

"This cocoa is good, isn't it?"

And I'd say, "Yes, it is."

And then he'd say something like,

"I wish the marshmallow

would last longer."

And I'd say, "So do I."

Sometimes he talked about cookies.

Thank you, Mr Everett.

Did he mention disliking his hats?

What the hell is this?

What does it matter?

I'm following a line of questioning.

Please. Mr Everett, did he ever

say anything to you about his hats?

- Never, sir.

- Thank you, Mr Everett.

Mr Abbott, what did you discuss

the last time you saw him?

He was considering buying Haiti.

- The country?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr Abbott.

Nothing about hats?

No.

Thank you, Mr Abbott.

Mrs Farnsworth, how was your

relationship with your husband?

Very, very close. Very, very special.

Miss Logan claims

he was getting a divorce

and he asked her to marry him.

I don't doubt that.

My husband loved me very, very much,

but he was a man.

He would say or do anything

to make a conquest,

but it never touched our marriage.

That's what made it so special.

They're pinning it on Betty.

Miss Logan, I am sorry if I've said

anything that's hurt you.

That's all right, I don't know you

well enough for you to hurt me.

- I hope you don't doubt my word.

- I don't, I'm sure you're lying.

I assume if Mr Farnsworth told you

about disliking his hats,

you'd let us know.

You want to know about his hats?

He wouldn't wear socks with a suit!

Every time he crossed his legs,

you could see his ankles were bare!

That's when he stopped wearing hats.

They looked funny without socks!

But he never told you

he disliked them.

- What?

- His hats.

Are you crazy? What kind

of questions are you asking?

All right. Sit down.

Conway, turn that thing on.

Let him watch the game.

Everything will be all right.

We're getting a clearer picture

of Mr Farnsworth's patterns.

There's a reason for everything.

There's got to be.

It's a demanding defence.

You don't need to worry about her.

Tom Jarrett, the Rams' quarterback,

back to pass.

Looking, scrambling. He's in trouble.

And he's hit hard! Down he goes!

What you're telling me, Mr Abbott,

is that Mr Farnsworth

never carried any money

or credit cards, right?

And no identification papers?

- Right, sir. Yes.

- Then what we have here...

The score, 24-24. Overtime.

The way he was hit,

Tom Jarrett is hurt.

The Ram players are concerned and

they're calling for the stretcher.

Jarrett has not moved.

It'll be a miracle, frankly,

and I hope he's well.

He really got hit.

Now they order Jerry Hodges to start

warming up on the sidelines.

The Pittsburgh defence

has been brilliant.

They've stopped the Rams...

The Haitian ambassador's here.

Oh, yes. Yes, thank you, Sisk.

Tell him to wait.

Who do you think you are?

- You call this an investigation!

- Now!

- Standing around...

- How'd you do it?

Did you drug him like you did before?

This one has seesawed back and forth.

Lieutenant, I will not be spoken to

in this way in my house.

- Why did it have to be Jarrett?

- Because it's his time, Joe.

It's his destiny.

Look at the pupils!

Bill! Get that ambulance!

Jarrett's coming back into the game.

Oh, my God! It's his jacket!

So it's you, Mr Abbott!

I should have known

I couldn't trust you.

- Here's your murderer!

- She did it!

I'll sign a confession

that she did it!

She's been planning it for years!

- Corkle, where are you going?

- To the Coliseum.

- I'm conducting an investigation.

- I'm going.

Take this investigation

and shove it up your ass!

3-23.

It's sudden death!

This crowd's delirious! '

Jarrett was sacked hard.

He's getting up. He's OK.

2-85!

A remarkable comeback by Jarrett.

The first team that scores wins.

Set!

2...

All right!

We're number one! We're number one!

We did it!

Hi, Max.

I am right, it is you, isn't it?

Yeah.

I knew it! I knew it!

I was watching the TV,

and I said, "That's him!"

The Rams are champions!

Here's the star, Tom Jarrett.

He led his team to victory.

- How do you feel?

- Good.

I mean, can you describe

your feelings?

- World champions!

- I... I feel good.

Please, please.

I have to go now, Joe. It's time.

I can't stay here any longer.

- What do you mean?

- How does it feel to be Tom Jarrett?

And when I've gone,

you won't remember me.

You'll be Thomas Jarrett

with no memory of Joe Pendleton

or Leo Farnsworth

or anything that's happened.

This is your destiny, Joe.

You're back on your own road now.

What do you mean, I won't remember?

Goodbye, Joe.

There's a lot of confusion.

Wait. I got to talk to you. Wait.

Goodbye.

Congratulations.

Here he is, Coach...

You OK, Tom? You OK?

Here's Lamar Crawford, the man

who caught one of those key passes.

I'm just happy that we won.

In September, I told you

the beginning of this season!

Hey, Benny!

Hey, Joe! Uh, Tom!

- Hey, Doc. Did Tom leave?

- He's putting some ice on his eye.

He'll be all right.

That's something about Farnsworth.

- Poor son of a b*tch.

- Yeah...

Hey. Corkle. What are you doing,

closing up the joint?

I didn't know you played that thing.

- What are you talking about?

- Hmm? Is that yours?

What are you talking about?

- What do you mean?

- You know what I mean.

I mean, what are you

talking about, Joe?

Am I missing something?

Come on. What are you

trying to do to me, huh?

Hey, I'm the guy

that got hit in the head.

You sure you're all right, Corkle?

Hey, play something

for me on this thing, huh?

That's the way it is

with champagne, huh?

You just keep swallowing it

cos it doesn't taste like anything,

and all of a sudden, you're drunk.

You going to the party, Corkle?

I'll give you a ride.

Hey, you...

A little fresh air wouldn't hurt.

Hey, look. Just do me one favour.

Look at me.

Just... just... Just look at me.

What?

You want to tell me why

you're calling me Joe?

I guess it has

something to do with...

Joe Pendleton.

Hey, uh...

I'm sorry. I didn't think, Corkle.

You sure you don't want a ride?

No, I'll just... I'm going

to sit here for a minute.

Hey, son, you...

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