his boyhood playmate the kid he once spent the long, lazy days on the river. the man he treated and trusted like a brother. what do you think paul s motive was? why did he kill robert? he always talks about how robert thinks he is so smart and by killing him he could feel like he got one over on robert. i believe paul is trying to finger me for doing it and him and his dad would have the whole place to themselves. that s what i believe today. it is the only thing that makes sense to me. pete wishes the moores could all go back to the beginning when the farm meant family. if i had it my way right now i d be running the ranch. grand kids would be over here and enjoying themselves. it would be like a family run business. that is just a fantasy really. the family is divided now more than ever.
they were very, very private. reporter: this is mary, part of the greater moore clan. her family, like many of the big farming families around here, keeps its wealth private, too. i knew that there was money there, but they didn t flaunt it in any way and you weren t told about it. you just knew that it was there. reporter: she learned early, she said, that the family fortune was also a tool to keep the descendents in line. my dad would say like when i was in high school, if you ever get into drugs or do anything i m kicking you out of my will. reporter: though she could never have inherited the land, that birth right was passed from father to son, not daughter. the custom started with the moore family patriarch, who handed the farm down to his two sons, roger and dusk now in their 70s. each of them had a son born just a year apart, paul and peter, who were in line to one day run the farms as partners.
you can see the indentations of the bolt threads in the middle of the page about a third of the way down. and here s the same sheet of paper enhanced by the atf crime lab. and here is the original bomb diagram mailed to investigators back in august. the most amazing thing in the world. this is the smoking gun. unbelievable. couldn t believe it. exciting doesn t begin to describe. elated maybe. reporter: then what happens? i went out and arrested paul moore. coming up, pete moore seems to be in the clear, but he s got yet another shock in store. there is no scale for this. this changes you forever. before discovering nexium 24hr to treat her frequent heartburn, marie could only imagine enjoying freshly squeezed orange juice. now no fruit is forbidden. nexium 24hr stops acid before it starts for all-day, all-night protection. can you imagine 24 hours without heartburn?
it s almost like we re all our own worst enemies. i ve asked people in the family where does all the anger come from? it s like the whole family is mad. i wish there weren t so much hate and anger in our family. and that we just treated everybody like a family is supposed to treat each other. paul s father roger despite the quick verdict still thinks his son is innocent and declined to talk to us. his own son convicted of murdering the man whom he treated like a son. other members of the moore family declined our request for interviews, too. even most of those who support pete said they didn t want to stir things up. i know some of the people you talk to and i know they backed down and called and told me. i respect them for calling me and telling me but it s all about what possibly might come somebody s way. you know? reporter: would it be fair to say that some members of the
come up with anyone who said, i heard paul moore say he wanted to hurt roberto. reporter: no. but they did find this document on paul s computer titled my life a rambling, self-pitying document. what did i do wrong to be treated this way? i think my dad really thinks i m stupid. he is always saying how smart robert is. but ultimately the trial came down to a single sheet of blank paper. almost like a rorschach test for the jury. what would they see, paul moore s guilt or a plot to frame him? coming up, a verdict that will divide this tight knit town and rip apart this family all over again. we started crying.