strange cars just don t get parked on country roads outside murdock, nebraska, at 3:00 in the morning. it was tan or light brown, four-door sedan said the young man. and what really stuck out was that this car later passed them in the same area that same night. this time driving 60 or 70 miles an hour. it was in a rush, it appeared, to get away. investigators now had a number of clues. that car, seen by the newspaper carrier. the flashlight with what appeared to be blood on it. the marijuana pipe. and detectives were probably looking for more than one killer. but a motive? who knew? not a thing was missing. wallets, purses, gun collections, even a safe hidden in the bedroom floor, all untouched. but all that evidence. and asking questions of those closest to the stocks would soon
spring arrived. the stock farm turned from brown to green. and wayne and sharmon s children struggled the best they could to put their lives back in place. they both wanted us to strive for so much more and said, you know, you can always do better. reporter: and so they may not have noticed so much the riddle that sprouted along with the corn. two towns, murdock, nebraska, beaver dam, wisconsin, more than 500 miles apart. now united, undeniably, by a single band of gold. that ring sold in a beaver dam walmart and found days after the murder in the kitchen of the stock farmhouse. how did it get there? matt livers never said anything about a ring when he confessed to killing wayne and sharmon stock. nothing about a stolen truck or out of control wisconsin teenagers either.
not to them, anyway. he hit the brakes. this was the place. they grabbed their weapons, headed for the house. a window unlocked. pay dirt. the prairie takes on a sweet, rolling pitch as it tucks into a nebraska corner an hour south of omaha. here the rich black soil has grown solid and faithful american. a tiny remnant who have planted themselves in and around a place called murdock, the sort of place where heads turn when a stranger drives by. and a family s name is carved on a local stone. it was easter sunday, 2006. a big farm yard and like every
it all the time. i try to make a joke out of it. but it hurts every once in a while. reporter: what will it take to convince them that you re an innocent man? i don t think anything will. reporter: you re going to have to live under this cloud for the rest of your life? probably. unless i move. reporter: yeah, well. i don t want to move. i love murdock. that s my home. reporter: but if it seems strange to you that an innocent man could remain so long under suspicion, imagine how bizarre it was about to become as the accused and the accuser play out a truly disturbing drama we ll call trading places. coming up troubling accusations about one of the lead investigators. so you wake up one morning and they say you re a criminal. when a stuffy nose closes in. (whimper) breathe right strips open your nose up to 38% more than cold medicine alone. (deep breath) breathe better, sleep better. breathe right.
branch of the family tree. my husband had given me the phone. i was sitting up in bed. and i said, andy, should i be shaking? he said, that s normal, the shock. reporter: but matt livers had been with them at easter dinner just a few hours before. now he said that he and nick had returned to kill his aunt and uncle. our first reaction was grandma she had had just lost her only son and her grandson is being arrested for this. and just like us, she s like, i don t understand. and i said, grandma, none of us understand any of this. reporter: did it give you any sense of at least somebody has been found responsible? did it make you feel any better? we move on to the next phase of this. we re in the going to wonder for the rest of our lives. i was relieve to n they had somebody. reporter: with livers already in jail, police descended on murdock to arrest nick sampson. he was a cook at bulldog s bar in murdock.