Smithers: Oh...could I have shot Mr. Burns in a drunken rage? No, no,
not me. I know in my heart I --
[reaches into trenchcoat inside pocket]
[gasps] A gun! [sniffs barrel] And it's been recently fired.
Wait...I remember leaving the town meeting...
[flash to out-of-focus shot of Smithers' feet weaving down
sidewalk]
[a shadow walks up]
[voiceover] I must have run into Mr. Burns outside and --
[Smithers grapples with shadow, pulls gun, and shoots]
[in the present] Mr. Burns! What have I done?
[falls on ground, weeps]
[a giant muffler walks by and slips a flyer into his pocket]
-- Thanks, giant muffler!,
"Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part Two"
not me. I know in my heart I --
[reaches into trenchcoat inside pocket]
[gasps] A gun! [sniffs barrel] And it's been recently fired.
Wait...I remember leaving the town meeting...
[flash to out-of-focus shot of Smithers' feet weaving down
sidewalk]
[a shadow walks up]
[voiceover] I must have run into Mr. Burns outside and --
[Smithers grapples with shadow, pulls gun, and shoots]
[in the present] Mr. Burns! What have I done?
[falls on ground, weeps]
[a giant muffler walks by and slips a flyer into his pocket]
-- Thanks, giant muffler!,
"Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part Two"
Related:
- Mel: Mr. Burns was shot Friday at three p.m., the very time that
Smithers was at home watching "Pardon My Zinger".
So you see, he couldn't have done it. Smithers... - Burns: The one who shot me was...[camera pans to Smithers]
Aah!
Aah! Waylon Smithers! Smithers: [pained] Noo! Wait... - Smithers: Mmm...this guilt is driving me _mad_! I've _got_ to tell
someone.
[walks into a church; goes to the confession booth]... - Burns: A non-profit organization with oil...I won't allow it!
[camera pulls back to show Burns with his feet up on... - Burns: Imagine it, Smithers: electrical lights and heaters running
all day long!
Smithers: But Sir! Every plant and tree will die,... - Marge: Grampa, I found your cigar box dug up in the back yard but the
gun wasn't there.
Have you seen it? Abe: You accuse me of everything... - Quimby: People, take it easy. We're all upset about Mr.
Burns' plan to, uh, block out our sun. It... - Lisa: Stop! Don't shoot my Dad. He's innocent. He wouldn't hurt a
fly!
[they open the door] Burns: [being strangled and shaken]... - Selma: Mr. Burns has been shot.
Wiggum: Just a minute!
This isn't Mr. Burns at all! It's a mask! ...
