03x09 - A Noose is Waiting

[bunniefuu]

Mother, you promised
you would.

I said
it would depend

on how I felt
after I finished
shopping,

and right now
I feel fine.

The doctor's
right over there.

Won't you please
go in and see for me?

Oh, Audra, dear,
I promise you,

the minute Dr. Merar
gets home from
his vacation,

I'll go in and have
a complete check-up.

I don't understand.
No one in this town

will take a chance
on a new doctor.

Now, this new doctor--

He wouldn't be young
and handsome, would he?

I don't know--

But you heard
that he is,

and you'd like
to find out
for yourself.

Mother,
how could you thi--

Anyway, you haven't
any objections

to going to a young,
good-looking doctor,
have you?

No, as a matter
of fact, I don't.

[bell rings]

BELDON: I'll be out
in a moment.

Please be seated.

"Vienna School of Medicine."

Very impressive.

I wonder why he came here.

Well, whatever the reason,

I think the people
in this town should be glad

that he did come
to Stockton.

He could've gone elsewhere.

Yes, I suppose
he could have.

I'm afraid
the chemical reactions--

I'm afraid
the chemical reactions
of a Bunsen burner

don't have
the courtesy to wait

while a doctor greets
his patients.

-How do you do?
-How do you do?

I'm Dr. Beldon,

and I'm most sorry
to have kept you waiting.

I hope we didn't
interrupt anything
important.

I assure you,
you have not, Mrs.--

Barkley.
Victoria Barkley.

This is
my daughter Audra.

So nice to meet you,
Doctor.

It's entirely my pleasure.

You know, in the short time
I've been here,

I've heard more
about your family

than I have about Stockton.

Well, I wouldn't believe
everything I've heard.

Please, make yourselves
comfortable.

-[door opens]
-Doc?

Found him hanging
in the livery stable.

He was barely breathing
when I cut him down.

This way.

Is that Mr. Gibbons?

That's right.

Everett Gibbons tried
to take his own life?

No. The way he was tied up,
somebody tried for him.

Easy.

If you'll wait outside, please.

[moans]

[moans]

No.

♪ [theme]

Victoria, I'm sorry
you had to see this.

I know you and Everett
had been friends
for many years.

Thirty years.

And in all that time,

I never knew Everett
to have a real enemy.

Why, I can't imagine anybody

wanting to hurt him,
let alone--

I know. I can't
figure it myself.

Well, I gotta
be going.

Doc, thanks.

You did the best you could,
considering.

Heh. Considering--

What, I wonder...

that Dr. Merar might've
been able to save him

if he'd been here?

If I were perhaps


more experienced?

Doctor...

when I was a child,

I had a filly colt
that was struck
by lightning.

And when she died,
and for a long time after that,

I blamed those
that tried to save her.

You see, I didn't understand.

Understanding takes time.

A great deal of time.

Perhaps.

People have to
get to know you.

Doctor, tomorrow evening

I'm having the publisher
of the Stockton paper
for dinner.

Won't you join us?

Martin Erskine?

Oh, you know him?

No, no, I don't.

I think that everyone
has heard of the publisher

of the "Stockton Eagle."

He's very nice.

Audra's cooking
the dinner,

and she makes
the best chicken gumbo

this side of
the Mississippi.

Well, thank you.
I'd like to very much.

Good. Shall we say 7:30?


Thank you again.

Mother, didn't you want
to ask the doctor

something
about yourself?

Ask me? What?

She hasn't been feeling well
these past few days.

Oh, it's nothing serious.

I have been a little bit
under the weather.

You were running
a fever last night.

Only because it was very warm
and I was tired.

And if I don't
look well now, Doctor,

it's because it's lunchtime
and I'm very hungry.

Well, if you're sure.
It would only take--

No, no, it won't be
necessary, Doctor.

My children have a tendency

to over-worry about my health.

They, uh--

They don't know I plan
to outlive them all.

-[laughs]
-Good day.

Good day.

-There you are, Martin.
-Thank you, Victoria.

-More cake?
-Oh, no, thanks.

However, I could use
a spot of brandy
in this coffee...

if Jarrod
would have a mind.

Just as soon as
I put this 12-ball

in the corner
pocket.

Then I'll help myself.

That'll cost you.

And you, too,
if the good
doctor's eye

is as sharp
as it's been
all evening.

I'm afraid it's more
a question of pure luck
than a sharp eye.

I haven't played pool
in years,

not since my father
taught me as a boy.

FATHER: [echoing]
Easy now.

You're holding your cue
too tight, son.

There, that's better.

Nice shot, son.

You're getting pretty good.

Before I know it,
you'll be showing me
how it's done.

YOUNG BELDON:
Oh, no, Father.
It'll be a long time

before anyone
can come near you
in a game of billiards.

[laughs]
Thank you.

But don't advertise that
around town.

I'm a banker,
and some people think
that billiards

is a game invented
by the devil.

They expect a banker
to be a saint, you know.

Truth is, saints don't
make good bankers.

JARROD:
Was he, Doctor?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean

to disturb your
concentration.

I was just wondering
if your father

was as cautious
as you are.

My father wasn't cautious
in the least.

Uh...

the 12-ball in the corner.

Your father did a good job.

Your winnings, sir.

Now, how about
a chance to recoup?

You, maybe.

I've still got a special edition
to put to bed.

Special edition?
What about, Martin?

-Ev Gibbons' m*rder.
-Oh?

Is there some
new development?

You might say that.

Sheriff found a note
in the livery stable
yesterday.

The k*ller must've
pinned it to Ev's body,
and it fell off.

It was done in straw.

Oh, wait a minute.
Here.

I made a tracing of it.

"For what they did
together,

all will die as he did."

Well, that looks like
the scrawlings of a child.

I know.

Obviously,
the meaning didn't come

from the mind of a child.

"For what they did
together,

all will die..."

Kind of sounds like
he intends to k*ll again.

That's what we're afraid of.

Sounds frightening.

Yes, I know, Audra.

But the one thing
about a k*ller

is that he always
trips himself up.

-Well, I've got to go.
-Oh.

Victoria, it's been
delightful as always.

And I wish you'd
invite me more often.

We don't see enough
of each other.

You know,
you've been looking

a mite on the pale side
this evening.

I've never known you
not to have roses
in those cheeks.

I never felt better.

Don't bother
showing me out.

I know the way.

-Jarrod, Audra.
-AUDRA: Good night.

Nice meeting you,
Doctor.

Oh, um, I'll see we get
your name in print

so folks will know
you're around.

Thank you.

-Good night, Victoria.
-Good night.

I'd better be
running along, too.

Oh, can't you stay for
another cup of coffee?

Thank you. But it is getting
late, and Mr. Erskine
is right--

You are looking
a little pale.

May I suggest
some rest?

There have been a few
cases of influenza
going around.

Oh, I'm sure it's nothing
but a slight cold.

But thank you
for your concern.

And thank you
for coming tonight.

This has been
the most delightful
evening I've spent

since I've been
in Stockton.

Good night, Audra.

-Good night.
-Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

I'll see you
to the door.

Continental type,
isn't he?

Kissing a lady's hand

is an accepted
continental custom,
my dear brother.

[owl hoots]

I'm almost done, Father.

Only one more.

Audra?

Jarrod, what are you
doing up some late?

I was doing
some reading
and dozed off.

What's your excuse,
young lady?

Do you realize
it's past 3:00
in the morning?

Jarrod, I'm worried
about Mother.

She's been restless
all night.

Now she has a fever.

A fever?

All right,
I'll ride into town

and get Doc Beldon
out here right away.

[knock on door]

Sheriff.

Jarrod,
I know it's late,

but this is
very important.

Yes, of course.
Come on in.

Thanks.

Well, it's happened again.

Martin Erskine
was k*lled tonight.

What?

-How'd it happen?
-Same way.

I found him
in his office.

He'd been hanged
just like Gibbons.

Now, that note said
there'd be someone else,

and there wasn't a thing
we could do about it.

Where in the world are
you gonna start lookin',

and how do you figure that
Martin's gonna be next?

It's impossible
to believe.

Was there
another note?

Yeah.

Yeah, there was.

That's why
I'm here tonight.

Read it.

"This is number two.
Sweet dreams, Vic--"

"Victoria Barkley.

You're number three."

Jarrod, what was
your mother's connection
with Ev and Martin?

None.

None at all,
except that they
were friends,

good friends.

Yeah, I know that.
But beyond that.

That first note said,

"For what they did
together,

all will die
as he did."

Now, where they
partners in anything?

-Business or something?
-No, no, never.

Oh.

Jarrod, I think
you'd better get
your mother down here.

No, Sheriff.
I don't want to wake her.

She hasn't been feeling well,
and this would only--

Well, all right.

We gotta talk to her
as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, she's
gotta have protection.

I'll take care of that.

Nick's out on
the west range.

I think I'll get him
back here, too.

That's a good idea.
How about Heath?

No, he's up in the hills
chasing mustangs.

There's no way
to reach him.

Do you mind if I make
a tracing of this?

No, go right ahead.

You think someone
might recognize
the handwriting?

I plan to find out.

It's unbelievable.

Just unbelievable.

First Mr. Gibbons.

Then Erskine.
And now your mother.

Don't worry
about her.

She'll be
well-protected.

Yes, of course.
And you did the right thing

in not telling her.

I'm sure it's nothing
serious with Mother,

but we'd all feel
better if you'd
take a look at her.

-Oh, yes, sir.
-Thanks, Doc.

By the way...

Audra doesn't know
about the note, either.

I think it's better
to leave it that way

until we have
some answers.

-I won't say a thing to her.
-Good.

Maybe I'll see you
at the ranch later.

Thanks, harry.

I'll have this out
in about an hour.

Maybe I'll spot
that letter from
you're brother

you've been
looking for, huh?

He hasn't heard
from his brother
in over two years.

How are you gonna
know that letter?

Oh, I'll know it.

He always crossed
his T's with a swirl,

like a wave breaking.

Wave breaking, huh?

Try your luck
with this.

This some kind of a joke?

It's no joke, Emmie.

Ain't no grown-up
I know of.

Kids-- Well, I don't pay
too much attention.

Excepting, of course,
when they're writing
to Santa Claus.

[chuckles]

Nope, you've got me.

Of course--

Jarrod, you write
with your right hand,
don't you?

Yeah, why?

Sign your name
with your left hand.

[muttering]

Thanks very much.

[groans]

Put him up,
will you, Murph?

When'd you
get here, Nick?

About a half hour ago.

-Mac fill you in?
-Yeah, everything.

I just told Audra
I got home sooner
than I expected.

Anything new?

No, not really.

I took the note
over to Emmie Pearson,

see if she might recognize
the handwriting.

Looks like it was
written by some kid.

It wasn't written
by a kid.

Whoever wrote it
wants us to think that.

Doc Beldon
is still here?

-Yep.
-Why?

At first, he thought
it was influenza.

Now he knows
it's pneumonia.

[sighs]

It's-- It's so hot.

I don't need
all these blankets.

You're dehydrating
from the fever,
Mrs. Barkley.

We can't have that.

Here.

Here.
Let me help you.

[moaning]

FATHER:
You looked up, son.

That's why you missed.

YOUNG BELDON:
I guess I didn't feel
much like playing.

I was thinking about
what Mother said
at dinner tonight.

Son, I did what
I thought was right.

As a banker, I have
certain responsibilities.

With a little more time,
everything would've been fine.

I'd have been a hero
instead of--

Your mother called me
a fool, didn't she?

Whatever she thinks,
she's wrong.

I know she's wrong.

Thank you, son.

If you believe that,

then I'm not alone.

I'll never be alone.

You're not alone,
Father.

Is someone in here?

Hmm? Uh...

No. There's...

no one in here,
Mrs. Barkley.

Perhaps you heard
someone in the hall.

What is that?

Something to
make you sleep.

No, no.

No, I don't want
to sleep.

I don't want to sleep.

Please, Mrs. Barkley.

You're ill.
This will help you.

I want to see
my family.

Where are my sons?
My daughter?

I want to see them.
Please, Doctor.

Please.

[crying]
They are my reason for living!

Don't you understand?

If you take them
away from me,

if you don't
let me see them,

I will die!

Oh, no!

Ohh!

Oh, I've...

got to see Nick.

And Jarrod.

[sighs]

Audra.

Ohh.

You'll sleep now,
Mrs. Barkley.

[sighing]

[knock on door]

Yes?

Dr. Beldon,
it's Audra.

May I come in?

Dr. Beldon?

[Victoria mutters]

AUDRA:
Dr. Beldon?

You'll live now,
Mrs. Barkley, I promise.

You've just given me
every reason

for a mother to live.

Is something wrong?

No.

No, she's sleeping.

Doctor, you look tired.

Why don't you
get some rest?

No, you're the one
who needs rest.

Please, why don't
you try to sleep?

I'll call you if
there's any change.

Oh, no, really,
I couldn't.

Nick will show you
where the guest room is.

Well, if you insist,

I'll nap
for a few minutes

on the sofa
in the hall.

All we can do now
is wait.

Doctor?

Hmm?

Won't you come in,
Doctor?

Oh. Audra.

No.

That can't be
the same patient

I saw there
a little while ago.

Hello, Doctor.

Would you
look at her?

I just can't
believe it.

Yes. There's no doubt
about it.

The fever's broken.

You ought to be able
to celebrate in a few days

if you do exactly
as I say.

Uh, the temperature seems
to be normal now,

but it's very important
that you keep warm.

And rest--
Plenty of rest,

along with, uh,
a teaspoon of this

every three hours.

Audra says you've
been here since 4:00.

For this moment,
I would gladly have
come sooner.

Thank you very much,
Doctor.

No thanks are necessary.

I only did what
had to be done.

Oh, when this bottle
is used up,

would you
stop by my office?
I'll refill it.

Well, I don't think
there's any further
need for me here.

I'll come by
in a couple of days

and see how
you're feeling.

Good-bye, Audra.

How about some lunch?

I am rather hungry.

I'd like a steak
about that thick.

Good, I'll get you
some milk toast

and two
soft-boiled eggs.

Oh, Audra!

Murph, you relieve Red
up here at the north gate.

Hank and Phil, you just
spell the other men,

both front and back
of the house.

Remember, what I said
still holds--

You see anything or anyone
that looks suspicious,

you report to me pronto,
all right?

Seems like this
whole thing, Jarrod,

is turning into
a very bad dream.

That it does, Nick.

Think it's about time
we talk to mother?

Maybe we should.

Good afternoon,
Jarrod, Nick.

Afternoon.

How's your mother
feeling?

Much better. She'll
be up and around in
a couple of days.

Good,
I'm glad to hear it.

Nick, things been
quiet around here?

Yeah.

What brings you out,
Sheriff?

This telegram came
for Martin Erskine
this morning.

-For Martin?
-Yeah.

"Janet Davis
died insane
two years ago.

"Whereabouts
of son unknown.

"Would've
answered sooner,

"but the catfish
are biting.

Regards, Jackson,
'St. Louis Courier'."

So?

I didn't think much
about it at first,

but then I realized that
Martin telegraphed St. Louis

just hours after we found
Everett Gibbons in the
livery stable.

You think this thing
has anything to do with
Ev Gibbons' m*rder?

It just might.
You know how Martin would
dig back for a story.

Janet Davis.

It's funny.
I remember
that name,

but I don't
know why.

I wired that Jackson fella
in St. Louis,

and here's
the answer I got.

"Shocked over tragic death
of Martin Erskine.

"Regarding Janet Davis,

"suggest you refer
to 'Stockton Eagle'
back files

"for full account
on her husband Emory Davis

and Miner's Bank failure."

Miner's Bank?

That was years ago.

I think we ought to
investigate this
whole thing further.

All right.
Best place to start

would be
Martin's office.

Good. I'll meet you
back in town.

Nick, I'll spell you
just as soon as
I get back.

AUDRA: Jarrod?

Are you going
into town?

I have to get Mother
some medicine.

Can I go with you?

Why, Miss Barkley,
I should be delighted

to have your
enchanting company.

Nick, what'd
the sheriff want?

We lost a couple of
head of cattle,

and, well, he had
a couple of leads

he thought we should
know about.

Your carriage awaits.

What is all that,
with the hand kissing?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Crude fellow.

Knows nothing of
continental manners.

Giddyap.

"Continental manners."

Whoa. I'll be in my office
for a few hours.

I'll pick you up
about 3:00, all right?

Fine. I have
some shopping
to do anyway.

Giddyap.

Oh!

Audra, if you're
planning to go in
and see that doctor,

well, I just
wouldn't advise it.

Of all the nerve!

Mrs. Dekoven,
what happened?

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

But if I had done
what he--

Last night, I had
this terrible pain in here

and all in through here.

Onions-- I know
I shouldn't eat them,

but they taste so good
cooked in stew.

Well, my husband said,
"Why don't you go see
the doctor tomorrow

and see if he'll give you
some medicine or whatever?"

Whatever indeed!

In 20 years,
Dr. Merar never asked me

to take my clothes off.

Audra!

I warned you, now.

Audra.

Dr. Beldon,
shame on you.

I just saw
Mrs. Dekoven.

Oh.

Well, unfortunately, uh...

I'm discovering that
diagnostic techniques

have advanced more rapidly

than some patients understand.

I trust that your mother
is improving?

Well, she doesn't
want to stay in bed
any longer,

and she's starting
to give orders.

Ah, that's a sure sign
of recovery.

Yes, thanks to you.

She's a good patient.

And, I might add,

she has a very competent nurse
by her side.

Well, I did try
to keep after her
to take her medicine.

She finished it
this morning.

Good.

I'll, uh--
I'll refill it.

It'll just take
a few minutes.

Nothing.

Nothing, nothing.

[sighs]
I keep this up much longer,

I'm gonna need glasses.

What are you doin'?

Going through
these indexes again.

Martin published
a pretty good
newspaper,

but he sure didn't
know anything about
keepin' records.

G's filed under "W".

Here,
take a look at this.

Perce Selden's
obituary,

filed under "O".
Heh.

Now, wait a minute.

"O" for "obituary".

Well, we looked under
"D" for "Davis".

Where do you
suppose it'd be?

I don't know.

Why don't you
start over here,
I'll take these,

and we'll check
every file in here.

MOTHER: For heaven's sake,
stop brooding.

What's done is done.

You'll just have
to start over, that's all.

FATHER: In Stockton?
That's impossible.

Then someplace else.
St. Louis.

Mother said
we could come there,

live with her until
you're on your feet.

Please, Janet,
I'm very tired.

Leave me alone.

Very well.

But you'll have
to do something,

and soon.

Soon?

Hmm.

Yes, well, very soon now.

Soon.

Ah, there we are.

Thank you.

Well, I know
you must be busy,

so I'd better
be going.

I was thinking of
taking the day off,

uh, maybe taking
a quite drive

through your
beautiful countryside.

I'd find that
most relaxing.

That sounds lovely.

I was thinking--

Perhaps you'd do me
the honor of joining me?

Thank you, but I'm supposed
to meet my brother at 3:00.

I'll have you back
before 3:00, I promise.

Well, I--

Uh...the idea doesn't
appeal to you?

On the contrary,
I'd love to go.

Wonderful, wonderful.

If you'd
just wait outside,

I'll close up
the office.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Is something wrong,
Doctor?

Well, for one thing,
that, uh--

That "doctor".

It's pretty formal,
under the circumstances.

Do you suppose we could
make it "Jim"?

All right, Jim.

That's better.

Audra, there's--

There's an old
ranch house
down that road.

I've been there on
several occasions.

It fascinates me.
Would you like
to see it?

If you'd like.

Or perhaps you'd
rather go on.

No, no,
I'd like to see it.

Good.

Good.

[kisses]

"Despondent over failure
of the Miner's Bank,

"which closed
its doors after
this newspaper revealed

"that Davis had
overextended the bank's
capitalization

"investing in worthless
mining ventures.

"Heavy withdrawals
created a run on the bank

"and forced its closure
when depositors learned

"that the principal
investors--

"namely Everett Gibbons
and Victoria Barkley--

had withdrawn
their funds in support."

"For what they did
together."

Martin made a note here.

"See follow-up,
June 15."

Jarrod, here it is.

"Widow leaves town.

"Mrs. Emory, Janet Davis,

"with her
nine-year-old son,

"departed this
morning's stage,

"eastbound for St. Louis,

"presumably to take up
new residence in that city.

"Davis family holdings,
including the ranch home
northeast of town,

have been turned over
to the county clerk
for dispossession."

That must be
that old place

that the county is
always trying to sell
every year for taxes.

Yeah.

"Son finds body
hanging in study."

Sheriff, why don't we
get a couple of horses

and take a little ride?

You know, Audra,
there's something
about being here.

Must be the quiet.

As though time's
standing still.

And, of course,
it's not.

Each month, each year,
this ranch decays
a little more

from what it was,

what went into
the building of it--

A love
that existed here.

What makes you
think that?

Well...

any man
who would build
something like this

must've had a wife.

Children.

I mean, look around.

Isn't this
an expression of love?

You have quite
an imagination.

Perhaps.

YOUNG BELDON:
Mother, I don't understand.

Why do we have
to go away?

I like it here.
It's our home.

MOTHER:
It was our home.

Next week, it'll belong
to the county...

because your father
has been disgraced.

No! My father's
a fine man.

Nobody can say
bad things about him.

FATHER: They don't
understand, son.

You're the only one
who understands.

Jim?

What?

You did want to show me
around, didn't you?

Yes.

Yes, of course. Why else
would I bring you here?

Well...

of course, you must
imagine the house
as it was.

With, uh...

fresh paint and paper.

Comfortable furniture.

And there was always
a fire in the fireplace.

Right now it's not
too easy to imagine.

Really? I--

I can see it very clearly.

This looks like it was
a billiard room.

Yes, this was
the billiard room.

Jim, are you all right?

Hmm?

Uh, yes, yes.

Um...

perhaps you'd prefer
to see the kitchen.

It's back that way.

Fine.

MOTHER: Jim, I thought you
were helping your father pack.

YOUNG BELDON:
No, he's still in his study.

I didn't want
to disturb him.

Nonsense.
It's time to leave.

You'd better go tell him.

All right, Mother.
I'll tell him.

I'll tell him.

Aaaah! Aaaah!

Aaaaah!

-Stop it!
-[screaming]

Stop it! Stop it,
you hear me? Stop it!

Shh!

[panting]

Quiet! Quiet!

[sobbing]

It'll be fine.

I'm not gonna
hurt your mother.

No.

No, that would be
senseless.

A waste.

She as much as said so
herself, you know.

Her death...

would prove nothing.

Oh.

But yours...

Audra!

You see--

See, your mother
would suffer then...

as he suffered...

and as my mother
suffered.

You see?

Audra.

Audra.

It'll-- It won't take long.

No.

[laughs]

Audra.

It won't take long.

I told you, it won't
take long at all.

And, you see, Father--

Father would be so pleased.

Oh!

Stop! Stop!

You better--

Listen. Listen.

Listen to me.
Shh! Shh!

It'll be quick,
I promise you.

-[gasps]
-Shh!

I'm a doctor.

I wouldn't hurt you.

Uhh. I--

Audra, I couldn't
hurt you.

Audra!

Audra...

listen to me!

Now, the others--

Gibbons...

Martin Erskine--

I didn't care.
I didn't--

I didn't care
about them.

They deserved
what they got.

But you--

[moans]

It'd...be difficult.

Don't you understand?
I don't want to do it!

But I must!

No! No! No!

Shh! Yes!

Father expects it.

Yes, I must.

I can't let him down.
I gotta do it for him.

[sobbing]
You're insane!

Heh. Now,
don't say that.

That's--
That's not true.

[muttering]

You wouldn't believe--

Wait. Please.

Help!

Somebody, please help me!

Audra.

Audra!

♪ Audra ♪

♪ Audra ♪

Audra, you don't understand.

That sounded
like Beldon.

Yeah, around back.

Listen to me!
I have to!

Father expects it!

Beldon!

Who are you?

Go away.

You don't ride here.

You'd better get off
this ranch. This is
my father's ranch.

Where's Audra?

What have you
done with her?

Nothing.

I haven't done anything.

She--

I guess she didn't
like it here.

Why'd she run away?

Go away!

You hear me?
Go away!

Hold it, Doc!

Right there.

I'll tell.

You can't stop me.

You've no right.

You can't stop me.

Go away!

Anaiah!

[sobbing]

Nick.

-Yeah.
-How's Audra?

She's hungry.
Silas brought her
a bowl of soup,

and she'd have
none of that.

I think she wants
a steak about
three inches thick.

That's a good sign.
Where is she?

She's in the gunroom
with mother.

Remember, chef,
she likes it
nice and rare.

Well, you ladies
are looking lovely
this evening.

-Jarrod.
-Mother, Audra.

Is it over?

Yes, Audra,
it's over.

We buried him
beside his father.

It's so hard
to believe.

He seemed
so kind, gentle.

Oh, Audra.

I've been thinking
about those notes he left.

It's almost as though
he wanted someone
to stop him,

wanted to be caught.

Jarrod, maybe someday
there will be

a better understanding
of things like this.

Maybe.

Well, I am starved.

I think I'll join you
in one of those
three-inch steaks.

Hmm.

Now, why can't I do that
when I'm playing for money?

♪ [theme]