mrs. sutphin?
i'm detective moore and this is detective bradford.
no son, nothing that exciting.
and tell us of anybody who might be responsible?
thanks for your time, everybody.
oh, leave her alone. mrs. sutphin's about as normal and nice a lady we're ever going to find.
morning, misty. mrs. sutphin, i presume you heard of the death of mr. stubbins.
that's not funny, son.
i know this sounds weird, mr. sutphin, but the department of motor vehicle's computer shows only one blue station wagon registered to a parent of any of mr. stubbins' pupils.
let's see that, young man.
dr. sutphing is your wife a big reader?
no, they're your wife's. we checked, she bought them down at "the browse and learn bookshop" along with a few other titles.
suspect's family is headed east on calverton.
she's headed for church.
yes, i did. scotty barnhiil was on fire and he fell to his knees in flames.
yes, sir. a real barbecue.
jeeeeze! it really is farrah fawcett!