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He's in an episode of Columbo, you know, a singing preacher who's both fleecing his congregation and sleeping with fifteen year old members of it. It's probably the most obvious piece of casting in television history, but I always loved how it kind of bucked the traditional path that the series took when it looks like he's got away with the murder. Columbo's tried his damndest to plant a seed of doubt in the preacher's head, but it looks like he's failed. So he drives off, and pays tribute to him when talking about how our man's got away with it with someone else working the case.
Of course, though, that's not how it ends. The preacher worries about what C's said and travels back to the scene of the murder and, yep, Raincoat's waiting for him, getting ready to surprise him when he incriminates himself. He does, he's arrested.
At the very end, the two men are sitting in the car together, doing the usual stuff about "When did you first suspect me," all that guff. Then Columbo looks at Cash and tells him that he wasn't particularly worried about the possibility of him getting away, because he knew that sooner or later the other man's conscience would have forced him to confess his crime. You see the relief in the preacher's eyes. It's corny, it's melodramatic and it shouldn't work, but it's just so fucking cool.
So fucking cool. |
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