A scene from “Unfinished Business”

Danny Snow: [after Jessica exposes him as the murderer] It wasn't something I planned. It just happened. Oh, God. The past few days I've been so scared, looking over my shoulder, waiting for somebody to figure it out.

Sheriff Mort Metzger: Why don't you just start at the beginning, Danny?

Danny Snow: I like Marla. She's a great lady. And I hated the way Jack was always trying to strong-arm her. At the factory last Friday, I heard him tell her he was gonna come over to the house to work something out for the back rent. I figured if I gave her the rent money, maybe she'd begin to look at me differently, not just some dumb delivery guy. So I told Owen I had an errand to run, and I went to her house. She wasn't there. I was getting ready to leave, and Jack pulled up, looking for Marla. When he found out she wasn't there, he got really mad. He thought she was trying to skip out on the rent. So he took it out on me. Just like he always did, even in high school. Jack loved to rub it in about how we both came from the same place, but he'd made it big, and I was still just a nobody. Well, this time, I tried to stick up for myself. I wasn't gonna take it. He hit me, and he knocked me into the dirt. And then he laughed at me. The way he'd been laughing at me my whole life. Something in me snapped. I saw the shovel laying there. I picked it up, and I swung. When I realized what I'd done, I knew I had to get rid of his body. So I drove his Mercedes into the woods, and I threw the shovel as far as I could. Then I pushed the car into the gully. I figured somebody would think it was an accident. And I ran back to the house. I got in my truck, but I was in such a hurry to get out of there that I backed into the firewood in the front yard, and I broke my taillight. I found as many pieces as I could in the dark, and then I just beat it out of there.

Kevin Bryce: That's when you nearly ran me down.

Danny Snow: Yeah. Next day, I drove over to Rockport and I bought a new taillight cover.

Sheriff Mort Metzger: Yeah, we know. We've got a copy of the receipt. Lock him up, Floyd.