You take the frame off me. You pin the Eels murder on Joe.
Sure, sure.
I get a modest settlement, say, oh, say $50,000. That should be enough for me to spend my waning years in Mazatlan. Not Acapulco, because I'd keep thinking about you Kathie, up there in the women's prison in Tehatchapie. It won't be too bad. Hills all around you. Plenty of sun. You make me nervous. You'd be happier if you let the cops have her Whit. That's what you'll have to do. Somebody's got to take the rap for Fisher's murder. It's not going to be me.
Wait a minute. I'm not framing any woman.
When did you reform? I wouldn't try it, Whit, you're out of shape. Besides, it's not a frame. She shot him.
He was going to kill you.
You see Whit, self-defense. A cinch to beat. She might not even have to do time.
I'll say you killed him. They'll believe me.
Do you believe her? Go on Kathie, tell him about Joe. Last time I saw him, he was in the East Walker River.
I didn't send him after Jeff. It was his own idea.
He slipped and fell. When I got there, it was too late. That's a mean river.
He was trailin' you?
Well, you don't go fishing with a .45 in your hand.
