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The lottery winners.
Heh heh.
Bob!
What's on that pretty little mind of yours?
Is your brother seeing anyone?
No.
He's still Tremo's most eligible bachelor.
I'll mention you asked, though.
I wish you would.
I ain't seeing no one, Alice.
I ain't teaching preschool.
You don't know what you're missing.
I gotta go.
I got something important to relay to you, boss.
What is it?
They faxed over the coroner's report.
Rules out heat stroke as the cause of death,
said Niles died of suffocation.
Now ain't that a pisser?
Where have you been?
You okay?
You, --you seem...
I hate this place.
This time, we got a warrant.
You got that right, Earl.
What's he doing here?
Folks.
Sorry to bother you at this hour.
What, um--
what can we do for you, sheriff?
I had a look at the coroner's report
concerning your Uncle,
and it appears he did not die of natural causes.
Suffocation seems to be the cause of death.
As of today, this plot of land's
a crime scene, a homicide investigation.
Now, I'll notify Cameron.
Meanwhile, we're gonna do some dusting for fingerprints
on your Uncle's tractor.
Mind if I come along?
Be my guest.
How we doing, boys?
Any prints?
Looks like we got a whole bunch of clean ones.
Good job.
Son, you don't mind if we take your fingerprints, do you?
I'm talking you and Ms. Niles.
You two could fall by the station
first thing in the morning, it'd be appreciated.
Fingerprints?
Yeah. It's a tradition
here in Tremo,
kind of a keepsake to remember you by.
You got a lot of f***ing nerve
to show up here
in the middle of the night--
hey, don't get your panties in an uproar, son.
I'm just doing my job.
You be there at 10 A.M. sharp.
Have a good evening.
Good work, boys!
This is easy listening,
3 A.M. on the dot.
In case you're hitting the road early today, be careful.
Meanwhile, here's some musical caffeine
that'll get you going.
and they were riding like a log
got pennies in my pocket
when I thought I had some dimes
I guess everything happens
for a reason sometimes
yeah
been on 61 all day
yeah
Trust in--
Where were you two June 2?
Bob!
You are crossing the line.
You don't have to answer that.
Was that the day he was killed?
Ellen and I were in L.A.
we can prove it, too.
How much you think old man Niles was worth, Billy?
Okay, Robert, that's enough.
We're all done here.
Nah...
People do some real crazy sh*t
to get their hands on a winning lottery ticket.
Even a hick-town sheriff knows that.
You know, right from the jump,
I could tell that you, son,
are nothin' but a bad piece of news.
You could tell?
Listen, I know my rights.
Can I go now?
I bet you do know your rights.
I bet you've had a lot of scrapes with the law.
Ellen, Billy, you can go.
It's my office, cam, my investigation!
In case I haven't been clear,
sooner or later,
I'm gonna nail your maggot ass to the wall.
Enjoy your day.
How to win friends.
Heh heh heh.
This whole thing
could take a while.
No, you just have to tell that lawyer
of yours you need the money now.
You're Ellen Niles.
It's your money, darling, right?
What if I can't?
You can.
You do as I say, and all will be good.
I better leave.
Already?
Let's play a little, hey?
Stop.
Don't f*** with me...
You good-for-nothing crack b*tch.
Concentrate on transferring some of them assets
into my f***ing wallet!
Or I swear...
I'll kill the both of you.
You look pale.
Thanks.
You think I don't know what's going on with you?
What are you talking about?
You're sleeping 14 hours a day.
That's what I'm talking about.
Listen to me. You need help.
Hey, go back to L.A.
Go to rehab if that's what it takes.
I'll stay here, and I'll get the money.
Okay, then we can meet up when I get back.
Ha!
And I can count on that?
I take one look in your eyes,
and I know exactly what you've been doing.
You think about what I'm saying,
unless you want to wind up like Ellen.
You're wrong.
"Sly Wheaton."
Hi. William, I take it?
That's me.
You can call me Billy, if you want.
Must be a lot of people
trying to horn in on the inheritance.
What you drinking?
I'm fine. Thanks.
Suit yourself.
You don't mind if I do?
See, I actually need some advice.
I can pay you as soon as I can--
I bet you can.
Let's say--
suppose the old man has an illegitimate child
who was trying to get some of his money.
What would be
the quickest way to find a--
some kind of solution?
Solution?
Listen.
You need a document stating that Niles
wanted his money going to his niece
and his niece only.
I don't have that document.
Well, you got a problem then, don't you?
Yeah, I'll bet Niles knew all about this,
'cause he came to me two days before he passed away.
He was gonna have me change his will
to explicitly exclude anyone but Ellen.
Kind of a coincidence, don't you think?
Niles ends up dead right before
he intends to change his will.
You want that drink now?
I guess I wasn't so wrong after all.
Yeah, I found the pipe...
In Ellen's s-stuff.
You know, with...
All this sh*t that we're dealing with,
I just feel like it would be okay...
To have a little bit of fun.
I do believe...
I'm sorry.
- I'll stop. I promise.
- I do believe
yeah, but your people down here
did raise a fear
right through the year
Jamie...
Pick up the phone.
I gotta show you something.
I'll be over in a few.
Sheriff.
No match.
But do you remember that fella
who used to work for Niles, Jamie Albright?
Turns out he had some priors,
and his prints are as clear as day.
Check this out.
This rascal Billy switched the DVD on me.
Goddamn tractor infomercial.
...put the dumpster on.
Are you sore at me?
You...
Don't talk!
Idiot.
If you'd not lost the video...
...In Niles' driveway,
it all would have been just fine.
Niles.
Jamie.
We need to put this guy on the payroll.
I'm gonna comb through
every inch of Tremo if I have to.
I will find this killer.
I'm coming. I'm coming.
Hello. Ellen?
I don't mean to be any trouble.
I just wondered about the housekeeping.
I left my number with your boyfriend Billy.
You folks have a good day.
Bye-bye.
My name is belle.
I knew it.
Hey...
I think we got what we needed.
I'll be back soon.
Be careful.
Just hoping all night--
You know where I can find...
This address?
Excuse me for a minute.
All my life, I...
What's going on here?
I swear.
I was gonna pay you back.
You stealing from your own father?
You piece of sh*t.
Just a couple beers.
Son of a b*tch!
Come on, sissy!
Why don't you start weeping while you're at it?
Hey! Take it easy.
Why don't you go wait at the counter
and mind your own goddamn business?
You want to try me?
You're with that Niles girl, ain't ya?
I recognize you.
Yeah.
Yeah
- I'm gonna fix my supper...
- F***er.
Hey, it's me, Sarah.
What do you want?
Thought you might be hungry.
I really need to use the bathroom.
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