Jesse Stone: Benefit of the Doubt

Looks like

it's clearing up.

What was the message when you

answered the page, Skipper?

DeAngelo, why do you

call me Skipper?

You don't like being

called Skipper?

I didn't say that.

I asked you why.

I don't know.

Seems kind of cop-ly.

I'll just call you Chief.

Now that I have

you back,

I want you happy.

Call me Skipper.

The caller said

some kids started a fire

out on the point

and they were worried

about their house.

It was raining.

They leave

their address?

They hung up.

Eh, probably...

A crank.

A police officer

cannot afford to be wrong.

It has

to be checked out.

He hated

me calling him Skipper.

Have you seen him?

I don't like him.

I didn't ask

if you liked him.

I asked if you'd seen him.

Nope.

Doesn't seem

that anyone has,

not for months.

He didn't...

Like you.

Why do you think?

Beats me.

What's not to like?

Made me do stupid things.

He made me feel...

Unlikeable.

He's not someone who should

spend a lot of time alone.

He made me order a hat.

Why did he make you

order a hat?

Because it was

a stupid thing.

He didn't like

the color of our hats.

He wanted one in...

Navy blue.

Stupid.

And on the back

he had me embroider...

Chief.

Can I ask you a

question, Skipper?

How do I always know

what you're going to say?

Yeah, you finish my sentences.

It's a gift.

I sure don't

see any smoke.

It still has to be

checked out, Anthony.

Do you remember

where you ordered that hat?

You want a blue hat?

You know, when I said

it was a stupid thing,

I didn't mean the hat

itself was stupid.

Making me do it

was stupid.

I could have been

writing parking tickets.

I want a blue hat.

But you want "Skipper"

on the back?

How about "Chief"?

DeAngelo...

If you're lost

you might be talking

to the wrong guy.

Hello, Jesse.

Hello, Hasty.

Your front door was unlocked.

Oh, my God.

Your phone's disconnected.

It is.

Councilman Hansen.

We need to talk.

They said

he couldn't have felt

anything.

Uh, we wanted to talk to you

on our way out there...

I'm sorry,

Mr. Hansen.

- How can I help?

- He was such

a fine boy.

I know you didn't like him.

I don't think I ever said that.

You know,

my daughter is...

My grandson...

...doesn't understand.

What do you know?

Nothing.

The State Homicide commander

is on the scene,

and as official representatives

of Paradise,

we need to be kept

up to speed,

but he's not going

to tell us anything.

You have no need to know.

I know that he is

your friend.

Can you help us?

I have no authority.

He is my friend

and he's a good cop,

but he's not going

to tell you anything.

I'm sorry, sir. No one is

allowed beyond this point.

Uh, I don't think

you know who we are.

We represent

the Paradise Town Council.

This is Carter Hansen--

he's our president.

His son-in-law was killed

in the accident.

I'm Jesse Stone,

Paradise Police Chief.

Temp chief.

No temp, just chief.

Is that correct?

That is correct.

Chief Stone, would you

like to come with me?

I'm sorry.

You'll have to stay here.

But we're the

town council.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hansen.

Is William still down there?

Yes, sir, two bodies.

It's a crime scene.

I understand.

You're calling it a crime scene.

Obviously

this wasn't an accident.

Chief Stone.

Hell of a way to get

back in the game.

Back for good?

I think we just

settled that.

Is this a great country

or what?

You said "bodies."

Yep, two of them.

His deputy was driving him--

an Officer Anthony DeAngelo.

Okay.

You know him?

I fired him.

Hansen shouldn't

see this.

Nothing left to

identify, really.

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