Jesse Stone: Sea Change Page #2

reassess and raise my taxes

A tenuous relationship at best.

Ever since our friend Hasty resigned.

They don't seem to understand...

...why I was hired to begin with...

but I will tell them just the same.

Anyway, two years later some hunters find

the teller's body in her shallow grave.

- Why are you so sure you can find it?

- It would be hard to forget.

Because?

I threw up all over the body,

first time I saw her.

Well, that would be a reason.

I'll have a cappucino.

I threw up the first time

I found a body.

That's comforting.

And that's when Lou pulled you out of field?

Yeah, well, he promoted me to dispatcher...

- And this is the spot.

- Yeah.

How you know?

This is the rock I sat on after I threw up.

- This about the right depth?

- Yeah.

Oh my God! The grave is empty!

Maybe that's because the body

was removed thirteen years ago.

Jesse, what are we doing?

We're waiting for a clue to pop up.

We had this coroner in L.A.,

with that asian guy

he recovered this body in her shallow grave,

just kept saying "Dig deeper! Dig deeper!"

Because he was asian?

No. Because he was stubborn.

And anytime some would ask "why",

like you keep doing...

...he'd say "because I'm a

stubborn asian guy".

Why?

That's not the point.

The point is...

...he dug up the murder weapon.

That was sloppy police work, Lou.

Thank you.

- She's afraid of me.

- Oh, she'll be okay.

- Can I talk to her?

- She won't talk to you, Luther.

- Because?

- Because she's afraid of you.

- D'Angelo!

- So Luther, do you remember anything?

I remember cookies.

And I remember juice.

Cranberry juice.

You were shot at the market, Luther.

Oh.

Anything new on the drug case, Lou?

Excuse me?

Anything new on the drug case?

Not really.

And no blood at the scene.

Apparently not.

There is nothin in the report...

No, a lot of things are in the report.

I know you're fond of your old boss...

...but that report is a mess.

And what was the robber wearing?

Jesse, I know these are

the robber's clothes.

He didn't need the hostage anymore...

...so he shot the teller, buried in a

shallow grave, changed his own clothes...

...buried them, so he

wouldn't be recognized.

Well, actually he buried his clothes,

and then he buried the teller...

...doesn't it seem backwards to you?

- I guess it could be...

- Lou should've found these.

- He found the body, that's pretty big.

- Actually some hunter's found the body.

And what d'you suppose

made these holes?

- Ugh, fifteen years underground?

- Organic matter.

How was the body ID-d?

- Her mother.

- Not even dental records?

"Mary Lewis came in, looked to the

body, and said 'that's my little girl' ".

Excuse me.

- I'm Chief Stone.

- My name's Sam Holton.

My daughter Cathleen.

Why don't we go on into my office.

Officer Gammon.

We'd just passed Paradise Cove

when it happened.

On one of those yachts

come up for Raceweek.

What happened?

I was raped.

- Do you know who did it?

- The owner of the boat.

- Do you know the name of the boat?

- The "Lady Jane".

- Could you pick the owner out of a lineup?

- Yeah.

Good. Officer Gammon will take the rest

of your report and then we'll look into it.

Now if you excuse me...

- Have you talked to your wife?

- Ex-wife.

I'll take that as a "no".

I thought you spoke to her every night.

- Not lately.

- Why not?

- She's seeing someone.

- At night?

- Yes.

- At your house?

- Oh, yeah.

- How do you feel about that?

Like I wanna kill him.

Do you imagine her

with him, having sex?

Yes.

- Does she tell you about it?

- No.

- So, in fact, you don't know

what she's doing.

I don't know anything...

So you invent it.

How long have you been

inventing her life?

- I'll take that as an "always".

- Not always.

- Since the divorce?

- You're pretty good at this.

How many year's it to

take to be a psychiatrist?

- Ten.

- You got to go at medical school first.

- I'd have a question for you.

- A medical question?

- A medical slash-cop question.

- Is this important?

I hope so.

What's the question?

Bugs go after organic

matter first, right?

What kind of bugs?

What kind of organic matter?

I have these clothes, and they've

been buried for about fifteen years...

...and pretty deteriorated, but there

are two big holes - one on the shirt...

...one on the jacket, and they

line up, with, I think it might be, blood.

You know what I think?

I think you won't be drinking tonight.

Who are you lookin' at?

Hi, jesse. It's Jenn. I guess you

already left. I'll call you at the office.

Hi, jesse. It's Jenn. I guess you

already left. I'll call you at the office..

- So where is Stone?

- Town Council.

- You interviewed the raped victim?

- Basically.

- Don't you think he should've

been there? I mean...

He's always the first one to work.

But he wasn't the other day.

- That's correct.

- Why do you think that is?

- You know what I think?

- Tony.

I don't really care what you think.

The rabid skunk is no longer a threat,

Officer D'Angelo expressed his regrets.

Uh, sixty-three parking tickets,

fourteen traffic stops...

...and Edwin claims the Civil War

Memorial has been vandalized.

You don't think it has been?

Maybe you could tell him

he's watering too much.

- What about this rape case?

- What about it?

- Anyone arrested?

- No.

- Good...

- Rape out of season?

All our merchants need Raceweek,

I don't need a scandal.

I know that.

The Fall Regatta brings in

a lot of revenue.

Including your paycheck.

- So how have you been?

- Fine.

- No problems.

- No.

No... personal issues?

Anything we need to know about?

Yes, my deputy doesn't want you to

reassess her house and raise her taxes.

What are you looking at?

I was admiring the rigging

on the "Lady Jane".

What d'you use for bait?

Bugs, worms, last night supper.

- Catch much?

- Don't catch spit.

- Plenty of fish, though.

- Yep.

- Maybe you should just shoot 'em.

- The fish or the bank robber?

You a good shot, Bob?

I was certified

expert with a pistol

in the Army.

Which war?

Korea.

You a good shot now?

I don't know.

How old are you, Bob?

You a good shot

when you were 61?

I thought I was.

You had to be qualified

to be a bank guard.

Have you ever been in a hostage

situation, Chief Stone?

Yes.

Did you take the shot?

Yes.

So did I.

I reached for my backup,

and I went to the door.

I saw him in

my front sight.

I figured he'd kill Rebecca

when he didn't need her.

Well, you figured right, Bob.

What caliber bullet

killed Rebecca?

.38.

That's what I was shooting.

You don't think that I...

No. And I don't

think you should.

Why is that?

Not healthy.

It will drive you to drink.

Already did.

Six years sober come December.

And when did this happen?

Four days ago.

Cathleen, we have

no evidence of that.

So you think I was lying?

It doesn't mean you' re lying.

It just means

there was no sperm.

He was wearing

a rubber.

I thought it was be best

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