Jesse Stone: Benefit of the Doubt Page #2

Well, who's manning the phones?

No one.

You think that's wise?

I don't.

This is an emergency;

I think you should call Rose

Tell her to come in.

I don't think I can do that.

Because?

My sense is she quit.

No, Luther quit.

He did.

So, where's Rose?

She quit.

How do you know?

Because no one's

manning the phones.

What do you know?

I know she left town.

No, I mean about the murders.

How do you know it's murder?

Well, they sure didn't

blow themselves up.

What do you know?

I can't tell you.

Why can't you tell me?

Because I'm the police chief.

I represent the town council.

Hasty, you just got back on.

Carter Hansen's the president.

He represents the town council.

Jesse, how do you think

you got your job back?

You think

Carter Hansen wanted it?

I wouldn't think so.

I'm very fond of you, Jesse.

I know that, Hasty.

Was that the phone message

that sent them to the point?

You weren't supposed

to hear that.

I think that Butler was mixed up

in something illegal.

You're not a cop, Hasty.

What do you know?

You need someone

manning the phones.

Skeffington, Skeffington,

cast your vote for Skeffington

He's the man

With a plan

that'll work for you and me

He's no fool, he's for you

He's our favorite son

Hurry up, hurry up...

I hope I didn't

keep you waiting.

I came as soon

as I got your message.

My cell phone doesn't

get reception at my house.

I always wanted

a son.

Do you think State Homicide

is holding back information?

Couldn't say.

Do you feel up to answering

a few questions?

I've talked at length

with my daughter,

but she and my

grandson need time.

I understand, sir.

When was the last time

your daughter saw her husband?

He left about 5:
30

yesterday morning.

Was that unusual?

Well, not lately.

My son-in-law's been putting in

a great deal of time

at work.

He's been

preoccupied.

We should know more by now.

In an investigation like this,

particularly with the death

of police officers, they

will be concerned that details

would alert and inform

whoever did this.

If somebody wanted to kill

two police officers

and they wanted to

get away with it,

why would they

be so blatant?

Why wouldn't they make it

look like an accident?

I would only be speculating.

Well, go ahead. Speculate.

I can't, Mr. Hansen.

I'm aware of the difficulties

we've had in the past, but...

I'd appreciate it

if you'd call me Carter.

When did you first hear

about the explosion?

from State Homicide.

And you called Hasty.

Well, Hasty

already knew,

so we decided to go

out there together.

Do you know of anything specific

that your son-in-law

was working on?

No.

He kept so much inside.

I'm gonna need your help,

Carter.

I will have to talk

to your daughter.

Will you tell me when

you think she's up to it?

Okay.

I know you're a good

cop, Chief Stone.

Get the man who killed my son.

There were times

I hated him.

Why did you hate him?

Because he wasn't me.

You mean because

you weren't him.

He had my job.

Did you ever wish

he were dead?

Yes.

Apparently, I wasn't shy

about telling people

I didn't like him.

I thought I only thought it.

How do you feel

about that?

How do I feel

about that?

I didn't like him.

He didn't make me lost my job.

That was solely

my accomplishment.

Okay.

Are you gonna

obsess about this?

Yes.

Because you're

guilty about

how you feel?

'Cause I'm a cop.

Good.

That's relatively healthy.

Thank you.

I've lost my people.

What happened?

Suitcase didn't

like Butler,

so he quit.

And that's

your fault?

What about Rose?

She was my friend,

and I lost touch.

Did she like Butler?

No.

So she quit.

Apparently.

And that's your fault, too?

Did I ever

tell you that

you have a hyperactive

sense of responsibility?

Several times.

Hasty told me

the town council felt they both

had been infected by me.

That guy is

a piece of work.

How can you believe anything

that comes out of his mouth?

I sift through his words

for partial truths.

Well, let me get this straight--

he hires you

because you're a drunk

and thinks he can control you.

You prove he can't.

You send him to prison for

laundering money for Gino Fish.

He gets out of prison,

starts up a car dealership with

no visible financial backing.

That would be him.

What's your take on the murders?

You miss being a cop, don't you?

Every day.

But being a cop was toxic

for me-- made me drink.

Being a cop's the only thing

that makes me drink less.

Word in Paradise is

that Butler was dirty.

Small town.

So, you think he was dirty.

I didn't say that.

A cop deserves

the benefit of the doubt.

Hello?

It's Jesse.

Is it as cold there as it is

in Toledo, Jesse?

I would have no way

of knowing, Mary.

How'd you know?

I didn't.

It's okay, Mom.

Oh.

Hi, Jesse.

Hello, Rose.

Why didn't you tell me

your chair was

so uncomfortable?

I'm sitting at your desk.

Why are you sitting at my desk?

Because I'm the police chief.

You're the retired police chief.

Just police chief.

You told me

you'd get your job back.

You said, "Fate wouldn't

do this to me."

Not like this.

How are Chief Butler's

wife and family?

You heard.

I heard.

Well, I haven't talked to him.

I'm trying to give him

some time.

Carter Hansen's devastated.

He loved his son-in-law;

he loved him

like a son.

Does April 24

mean anything to you?

Yes.

What's it mean?

It's my anniversary.

Okay.

Why would you

bring that up now, Jesse?

I didn't. I mean...

I'm sorry, Rose. I...

was trying to find out if

Butler was working on anything.

Well, he wasn't

given to sharing.

He was even worse than you.

Did he seem...

Preoccupied? Yes.

He even shut

his office door sometimes

before he made a phone call.

Maybe he was calling home.

No, he didn't shut his door

like he was calling home.

Is that helpful?

It is.

Is that why you called?

Don't shrug.

I called to talk to you.

You could've told me

you were leaving.

The phone works

both ways, Jesse.

So why are you calling now?

I called now because...

Why is this so hard?

I called now because I miss you.

I'm sorry that

I lost touch, Jesse.

Well, it's hard to keep

in touch with someone

who doesn't want to be found.

You gonna come home?

I hope I can.

I hope you will.

Bye, Jesse.

Come back to Paradise,

Rose.

Figured it out yet?

I'm the State Homicide

commander,

not God.

I thought they were

the same thing.

Think how disappointed

I am.

"It's an ongoing

investigation.

All I can say at this point is,

we cannot rule out foul play."

Nice.

I thought it was

appropriately obtuse.

"I have nothing more

to say at this time."

Now, you, you could have been

a little more eloquent?

Have you ever known me

to be eloquent?

Not hardly.

So we bought a little time.

Very little.

How much was in the duffle bag?

We reckon

about $100,000.

And the powder

was heroin.

High-end smack.

What's that

tell you?

Butler was dirty.

Or somebody set him up.

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