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Joy Holder died of anaphylactic shock|from an antibiotic.

Herbert Moon burned up in bed,|smoking. Harry Lutz had a heart attack.

Harry Lutz was 40.|It's too young for a heart attack.

He was in terrific condition.

He found out his wife|was banging her psychiatrist...

...and a bulldozer knocked over his house.

That's future shock, Lee.

You no longer believe|there was another assassin?

People were crazy|for any kind of explanation.

Some nut was always knocking off|one of the best men in the country.

OK. OK.

But there's 6 out of 18 dead.

- Four.|- That was the last time you looked.

Since then, Norman Lomax has died.

- Now Arthur Bridges.|- What are you talking about?

A fishing accident?|Where the hell is Salmontail?

Salmontail is where Austin Tucker|is now. I tried to reach him.

Why don't you call him?|Looks like a small town.

Take me there. We could catch a plane|and be there this evening. Please!

Call him up. It's a fishing accident.|I got some real problems.

You son of a b*tch!

You don't care!

Lee, don't do this.

Hey...

Lee...

The alcohol and barbiturates|would have killed her in bed...

...let alone at the wheel of a car.

Would you call that a possible homicide?|Face it, some people wanna die.

Excuse me.

Wait till the cars|come to a complete stop.

That's it. Hop right in there.|Separate seats.

I want you to read|what is over the cars.

- "Please keep hands and feet in cars. "|- Right.

OK, Frady, what do you know?

Will, tell me something.|You still got access to FBI files?

I'll tell you how the FBI feels about me.

Recently, they took my name|off the roster of ex-agents.

So now, not only am I not an agent,|I'm not even an ex-agent.

Is it possible to kill somebody|and make it look like a heart attack?

Sure. They got a pill for it. PEP.

- PEP?|- Pulmonary Embolism Pill.

It creates an embolism, but|the actual cause of death is biochemical.

The man ends up|looking like his heart attacked him.

- What do you know?|- I don't know.

Come on, what do you know?

What I know is I need a good alias|and a good ID.

What kind of ID?

- I've gotta be a hostile misfit.|- For that, you don't need an ID.

- Still got friends|on the El Monte force?

- Before we get to El Monte...

The minute you know what's going on,|I wanna know. Promise me.

I promise.

All right, I think I got a guy for you.

Sunshine Homes|hired me to investigate him...

when he was doing a night-watchman|job for 'em. He's a real nut.

- Richard Partun.|- Richard Partun?

Get a fake ID for him, too.

Make it look like|he's hiding something.

If they investigate the first,|they'll be less careful on the second.

You should look like a guy|who's ashamed of something.

- Let's make him a weenie wagger.|- A weenie wagger?

Anybody would be ashamed of that.|Besides, you look a bit like a flasher.

Hold on to your neighbour,|it's happy hour in Salmontail.

We're here to play a little music|and have a lot of fun.

This boy goes into a bar|down in Texas, see.

He goes up to the bartender and he says,|"Give me 12 bourbon and waters. "

The bartender goes, "That's a lot|of bourbon and waters. " He says...

No, I'll catch it.

- Think your date just come in.|- I think you're terrible.

- Hi.|- Hi.

- My name's Gale. What can I fix you?|- I...

How about a Martini?|You know what they say about Martinis?

A Martini is like a woman's breast -|one ain't enough and three is too many.

- That's an amazing joke, Gale.|- Yeah, it is. What can I get you?

- Just a glass of milk.|- You're the healthy type, huh?

How are you?

Can I buy you a drink, Miss?

For a moment,|I thought you were a man.

- But you aren't, are you?|- No, I'm a girl.

Why don't you go over there|and tell those people, real loud?

Don't touch me unless you love me.

I told you to go over there to that table|and tell those people who you really are.

You don't want me to ask you again.

Come on, get up. I'll buy you a drink.

Come and sit down. You're all right, son.

You wouldn't be offended|if I call the police?

No, but you don't have to call far,|because Red's a deputy.

I'm the sheriff.

You got some interesting ideas|about law enforcement.

Shoulda stopped the fight. I would have,|but I dearly love seeing Red get stomped.

- He's your deputy?|- He's my sister's boy.

He's so damn mean,|he can't get along with anybody.

He's a real turkey. You move his plate|five inches, he's gonna starve to death.

He's all right. He|does that all the time.

This is Gale, this is Shirley.|You met Red.

Now, where you from, son?

Jesus.

Your friend Austin Tucker's long gone.

Did he think that Bridges' drowning|wasn't an accident?

- I don't know. What do you think?|- That's the river, that's the dam.

Open that dam and that water|comes down like a wall.

If you're standing where Bridges was,|you're gonna drown.

Isn't there a warning system or does|the power company love a surprise?

They got sirens and bells and signs all|over the place and they got a watchman.

- There might be just something there.|- Where?

The watchman. Buster Hinton.

Nah! Hell, I've known Buster|for a long time.

I got no reason to doubt him.

No, go ahead.

This might not have|anything to do with anything...

...but old Buster showed up|with a brand new shotgun.

- Maybe we ought to talk to him.|- I'd like to do it kinda casual.

He's up at the dam in the afternoons.|I'll take you to where it happened.

You could do some fishing.

- Come up with anything?|- Nothing but fish. You?

I've found out a couple of things, but...|Here, I've brought you some lunch.

You are aces with me.

Look at this! What did you find out?

- That's the warning, huh?|- Yeah, that's it.

Bridges couldn't hear that?

My mother could've heard it|and she's dead.

LD, what's the news|on your friend Buster?

Actually, there is no Buster.

Yeah? Gale! You want LD?

Drowned in what?|The car's right out front.

You gotta be kidding.

Who found the body?

Charley, somebody's broken into|LD's house and stole his car.

Get to the intersection and cut him off.

OK, Red, we're on our way.

We got him cut off.

You've been drinking again, haven't you?

Tell the truth, Joe.

Come in, Stanley.

The thought of covering that council|meeting was too much for you, wasn't it?

Close the door.

Somebody's systematically knocking off|witnesses and you don't care.

Sure I care. I care|about my kids' future...

...this newspaper, my golf handicap.

I've even been known to care about you,|you ungrateful bastard.

Drink your coffee.|Here. Take it! Sh*t.

Joe, what evidence have we got?

A girl who died of pills and booze,|a sheriff you say tried to kill you...

- And the poor bastard drowns.|- I got a bank book with $107,000 in it.

- The police are after me.|- Why is there no APB on you?

I checked. They say it was an accident.

- They don't wanna answer questions.|- You're damn right.

Sheriff LD Wicker and two deputies|were indicted three months ago...

...on a utilities scandal.|It was in every paper in the North-West.

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