was young and stupid,
and I made a mistake.
I don't want Dominic
to pay for it.
Look, nobody around here
knows anything about this.
I can't even believe
I told you.
You have to promise me
you won't tell anyone.
You can trust me.
That's very good. Perfect.
Okay. Let's try it again.
Mary, you first.
Fourscores and seven years ago.
Fourscores and seven years ago.
Our forefathers brought...
Four fathers?
Mr. Kimble, did Lincoln
have four fathers?
Uh...
I had three fathers...
One named Walt,
two named Ralph.
Did Lincoln have four mothers?
As a matter of fact,
he had two mothers.
Unfortunately,
the first one died.
I knew it.
Um... Okay.
Let's take a break.
Come on.
I want you to walk around
in a circle. Go.
Start. Come on.
Well, Joyce's story
about the house checked out.
It belongs to a guy
who only uses it
during the ski season.
She's got under $1,000
in the bank,
no stocks, no bonds, no other assets
under the name Joyce Paulmarie.
Her teacher's salary is less than mine,
which is pathetic.
Keep looking. Check for offshore
accounts under Dominic's name...
She doesn't live like someone
with millions of dollars.
She doesn't even
seem the type.
Kimble, this might not be her.
It's got to be her.
Why? Because she
doesn't want to have
anything to do
with her ex-husband?
- I know it's her.
- Know what I think?
You want it to be her.
You really like her,
and it's scaring you.
Excuse me! Surprise!
Ladies! Ladies, surprise.
Obviously, I'm not
into baking cakes,
so I brought
these little things
to donate
for the raffle prizes.
Who the hell is that?
She's the one
I was telling you about.
Her husband ran away
with another guy.
It's been terrible for her.
You're not getting
mellow on me, are you?
3, 4. 1, 2, 3...
Hi.
Come on. 1, 2, 3, 4.
Come on. Go, go.
I see they stuck you
with the Gettysburg Address this year.
They sure did.
Company, halt!
Um...
About last night...
I've been thinking
about it, and...
I'm glad I told you
all those things.
So am I.
Um... I-I better
get going.
Yeah. I have
to get going, too.
Is everything okay?
Yeah.
See you tomorrow at the fair.
I'm looking forward to it.
What are you looking at?
- Ha ha ha!
- Shh!
March! 1, 2, 3, 4.
I was just talking
to the teacher, that's all.
Yeah. Don't laugh.
Okay. I'm proud of you.
Keep going.
I'm sorry Zach's late.
The car wouldn't start.
You be a good boy.
I love you.
Hi, champ.
Oh!
What's the matter?
Oh, no.
I fell down again.
Hey, wait a minute.
Uh...
I forgot to close the door
to the basement,
and Zach had a bad fall.
You all say the same thing,
"He fell down."
Don't you have
anything better to say?
I don't have to
justify myself to you!
You have no right
talking to me like that.
How are you doing?
You must be the Mr. Kimble
we hear so much about.
You hit the kid, I hit you.
You bastard!
You're not worth it.
I'm pressing charges against you.
Excuse me, everybody.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have hit the man,
especially in front of the children.
It was a mistake.
I checked you out.
There is no record of you
ever having taught
at any public school,
in California
or anywhere else.
Mr. Kimble,
you have no teaching experience
whatsoever, do you?
Someone finally noticed.
I thought
the introduction of a ferret
was a horrible idea,
but the children
seemed to like it.
I thought the use of your police whistle
was outrageous...
That's all I could think of.
Please allow me to finish.
- Sorry.
- But it worked.
I have no idea what kind
of police officer you are,
but you're a very good teacher.
Thank you.
Now, will you tell me something?
Don't lie.
What did it feel like
to hit that son of a bitch?
It felt great.
Yeah.
Well, tomorrow morning.
Bright and early.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's her.
And there goes
our goddamn case.
Tell O'Hara and Kimble
their witness is dead,
so Crisp is going to walk.
We want them back