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[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Those killer viruses are to blame
for what’s happening to Mark.

BRI is involved because you’re a part
of some clandestine operation.

The transaction
can go forward.

Poison delivery systems
being popular

in international circles of intrigue.

He’s an arms dealer
and assassin.

Fifteen million dollars
is what it’s worth.

Am I in any danger?

No, trust us, doctor.

I’d say the advice
may have come a little late.

[woman screaming]

[door opens]

[Mark] Dr. Lamont,

didn’t expect to find you
in the vaults at this hour.

This isn’t your shift, is it?

Shifts are of no concern
to project supervisors, Mr. Reisner.

I must tell you, I resent
being hounded in this way.

There’s no reason to be
paranoid, Dr. Lamont.

Just tell me why,
for two weeks now,

you avoided a perfectly
routine security check.

Five years with
the biological institute,

and I’ve never been routinely
reviewed before. Why now?

Director of security’s duty

is to familiarize himself
with personnel records.

I notice you took
a leave of absence

last year for emotional reasons.

Report said depression,
anxiety, alcoholism--

I was in the middle
of a nasty divorce.

I really think
it’s unnecessary of you

to reopen
a very painful episode.

I’m doing my job.

Very well.

I’ll make time for
you next week.

Shall we say Friday?

[woman speaking over PA system]

[woman over PA] Telephone call
for Ellen Wishmyer.

Ellen Wishmyer, please pick up
the white courtesy phone.

May I get you something?

I’m meeting someone.

Okay.

But you confirmed a suite.

I’m sorry, Mr. Jaffa, but we
just don’t have one available.

-I demand to see the manager.
-Of course, sir.

We spend one-third of our lives
correcting the mistakes of others.

I’m not sure about
the mathematics,

but you have a point there.

The manager has assigned
you a suite.

Thank you.

-Yes, ma’am?
-Jessica Fletcher.

I believe you have me
pre-booked. Room 1209?

[keyboard clacking]

I’m sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
there’s been a mistake.

Room 1209
has just been taken.

Oh, but the accommodation
was confirmed

several weeks ago
by Karen Reisner,

the Amateur Mystery Writers’
Association?

Oh, J.B. Fletcher!

Well, we’ve got
several conventions.

It’s turned us a little
upside-down.

But I have an identical suite
on the same floor.

Room 1220, excellent city view,
two queen-size beds.

Oh, well, actually
only one will suffice.

Thank you very much,
that’s fine.

[woman over PA] Attention,
Amateur Mystery Writers’

Association organizers, please
report to the special events...

Problem with my room,
nicely solved.

-Have you ordered?
-I don’t want anything.

[chuckles] Of course you do.

Your ex-wife’s threatening
to leave Atlanta with your children,

your lawyer refuses to take your calls
because you still owe him,

your latest woman
has severed connections,

and the Hawks failed
to cover the spread.

Where are you getting
your information?

[waitress] May I get you
something?

For my friend here,
an Absolut vodka martini,

straight up, very dry,
a twist of lime, not lemon.

For me, very strong tea.

Yes, sir.

Something the matter,
doctor?

I have my part of the bargain
here. Where’s yours?

I wasn’t able--

[sighs] The new security chief
has suddenly become dangerous.

Mark Reisner, yes?

Highly regarded former director
of security at Manhattan University,

and its medical center
in New York.

He suspects something.

We have to postpone,
he’s got--

We’ve come too
far for that.

I suggest you think
about your children

currently spending a week with
their grandmother in Marietta.

What do my children
have to do with it?

Everything.

Or nothing.

[Jaffa] You’ll have access to
the maximum containment level

again tomorrow.

-We’ll meet at the usual place...
-[Lamont] Yes, but I...

...an hour
before your shift.

You will assure me then that
the deal will be closed,

or the consequences
will be most unfortunate.

I will give you...

let’s call it
a down payment.

$100,000.

We’ll meet again
two hours later,

at which point
you will have the virus,

and the balance
will be yours,

two million dollars.

You wanted a new life,
you shall have it.

[Lamont] But Reisner--

[Jaffa] Mr. Reisner is new,
impressionable,

and will turn to a higher authority
at the least provocation.

Now, this is how
I’d like you to proceed.

[Mark] I really flipped over
your last inspector Dyson book, Jessica.

I’ve read them all.
It was the best one so far.

Well, thank you, Mark.

Now I’m all worried about
those page-one contest entries

I left for you
at the front desk.

Don’t worry, Karen.
They’ll turn up somewhere.

We start with
a cocktail hour,

followed by dinner and dancing
and then some club business.

As Amateur Mystery Writer
president,

I give the celebrity guest
introductory, and then, you...

Then I give the prizes.
Well, fine.

Oh, but Karen, wait,

it says here that I make
a presentation address.

I mean, I barely have time
to read the entries,

let alone write a speech.

Honey, these folks
are gonna be so excited

to have J.B. Fletcher honoring
them with her presence,

you could talk on
just about anything.

I remember you making
one off-the-cuff

roof-raising speech
at Manhattan U.

Yes. But that was on
the subject of cost-cutting,

and I knew
what I wanted to say.

[phone ringing]

Reisner speaking.

I’ll be right there.

Karen, honey, Jessica,
something’s come up. I’m very sorry.

That’s the second time
this week, sugar.

Take care of Jessica
for us, darling.

Don’t wait up.

[sighs]

Was he always this wired when he
ran security at the university?

His responsibilities must be
so much greater here, Karen.

I mean, he’s tired,
he’s overworked.

It’s like we’ve
lost touch with each other.

Don’t misunderstand
me, Jessica.

I know as long
as he’s in charge,

nothing will ever
happen to...

you know, endanger
our lives or anything,

but I keep thinking that
those killer viruses

that they have locked up
over there at BRI

are to blame for what’s
happening to Mark.

Excuse me, is there
anything for room 1220?

No, I’m very sorry,
but I don’t...

It would be in one of
those Manila envelopes.

Oh, yes, yes, someone did leave
an envelope on the counter.

That was me.

It was sent to your room,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, thank you.
There, I told you so.

Dr. Lamont, this is Ed Crider,
FBI agent-in-charge for Atlanta.

Ed, this is Dr. Lamont.

Doctor, Mark’s told me
about your problem.

We appreciate
your coming forward.

When did this Jaffa
first get in touch with you?

Last month.

Did you have a reason for not
reporting to Mark right away?

I thought Jaffa
was some kind of nut.

I never really expected
to hear from him again.

All right, well, we’d like you to...
keep your appointment

with him tomorrow
down at 4th and Lucas.

I contacted Washington
as soon as Mark called me.

We’ll have a rundown
on this Jaffa pretty quick.

Am I in any danger?

No, trust us, doctor.

Poor guy doesn’t know
what hit him.

Stranger offers him
a proposition like that,

enough money to solve
all life’s problems

for several milligrams of stuff

that could kill every human
East of the Mississippi.

What’s your read on him?

Use your own judgment.

I’ll get you
his psychological profile

and work record
first thing tomorrow.

No, you’d better make that
tonight, buddy.

I’ll make sure you get
a copy of the report.

Whoa, whoa. If that means
I’m out of the loop, no way.

I’ve already told
the director about this.

What are you talking about?
I asked you not to do that.

My orders are to stay as close
to the operation as possible.

If that doesn’t suit you or anybody else,
you can forget the whole thing.

Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot!

[phone rings]

This is Jessica Fletcher.

-[Ted] Jessica, it’s Ted.
-Oh, hello, Ted.

-Is everything okay?
-Yes, everything’s fine.

How about
a TV interview?

Another television
interview?

-It’s a good opportunity...
-Well...

look, all right, if I have
the time, I’ll call him.

I’ll let him know.

Well, no promises.

-See you then.
-Right.

Slave driver.

Oh, for heaven’s sakes!

[phone rings]

Michelle,
just take care of it.

Mr. Crider, we’ve planted
an eye in the hallway

and one in Jaffa’s room.

-Great. So let me see him.
-Give me 15 minutes, will you?

What are you doing to me?
I need him now!

Tell that to the cameras!
The little darlings

take their own sweet time
getting aligned.

There’s a polarity problem
and I don’t have the radios online!

Quinlan.

What are you doing here?

CIAs got no business
in a Stateside op.

Get off it, Crider!

You didn’t expect to keep this
one all to yourself, did you?

-How’d your people get into it?
-Excuse me, you are...

Mark Reisner, director of security
at the Biological Research Institute.

Ah, which explains how
you people got into it.

Let’s make the best of it,
shall we, Crider?

From your standpoint,

maybe this began
as a purely local matter,

but you’ll concede there
are now international ramifications,

which make it
CIA business as well.

Our sources indicate that
this man is in Atlanta

to obtain a culture
of project 14

for the international arms
black market.

[scoffs] Yeah well, whoever
he is, he’s too late.

We’re already tracking
an arms broker named Raul Jaffa.

Carl Van Ness has never
been late for anything.

He’s an arms dealer
and an assassin.

He plays to
the highest bidder.

And up to now, working behind
a shield of total anonymity.

[phone ringing]

Allo. Oui.

Is Mr. Jaffa there, please?

No, I’m sorry.

Could you please leave
a message for me?

He’s just coming in.

Who the hell are you?

A delivery, sir.

Would you please
just sign right here?

[beeping]

[woman] We are on.

You’d better
look at this, sir.

[Mark] My God, what the hell
is Jessica doing there?

Who the hell is that?
Jessica who?

J.B. Fletcher, she’s a friend
of mine from New York.

Clear!

Excuse me, what’s going on here?
I’ll call for help.

Well, please do, but I’m
afraid it’ll be too late

for this gentleman.

[Ed] I’m the house detective.

One of the guests
heard a commotion,

and wondered what was
going on in the room.

That’s not gonna work with her.
He’s gotta play it straight.

Let’s go.

[Jessica] ...and I’m not sure
how he died.

Probably just
a routine heart attack.

Poor guy
ought to know better.

People rushing around,
always under a lot of stress.

You have some relationship
with this man?

No, no. Actually, I came here
to exchange this for that.

Somehow the envelopes
got mixed up.

My room was changed
unexpectedly at check-in.

Oh. Oh, may I?

French.

Well, I’m afraid I don’t
have a lot of skill with languages, but...

"This is the best obtainable
photo of the man

about whom you must be
concerned.

At all costs,
avoid a confrontation."

I’d say the advice
may have come a little late.

I’m not sure I follow you.

Let’s level with
each other, Mr...

You can call me
Ed, ma’am.

Well, in which case, you can
call me Mrs. Fletcher.

You see, Ed, I don’t buy
the house detective routine.

Clearly, you noticed
the puncture wound on Mr. Jaffa’s neck,

and I suspect you know
very well what caused it,

poison delivery systems
being popular

in international
circles of intrigue.

There’s a distinct possibility,
isn’t there?

I mean, this man could have been
involved in Mr. Jaffa’s murder.

Honestly, ma’am, I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

I mean, this
is something--

Ed, it’s not playing.

What we need now
is this lady’s cooperation.

Meaning what you’ve been party
to here cannot leave this room.

Mark, what is
all this about?

I’m really sorry, Jessica.

We’ve got a task force
going here.

It would be best
for you, and us,

if you just forgot you were
involved in any of it.

Well, I can’t say that
I’m comfortable with this,

but if you say so, Mark.

I have lots of
first pages to read.

Ed.

Excuse me.

J.B. Fletcher?

-[chuckles] J.B. Fletcher--
-[Mark] She’s not involved.

I’ll take your word
on that, for now.

Ed, Dennis, your techies
told me you were here.

-You must be Mark Reisner.
-Right.

Nathan Mitchell,
national security agency.

Shouldn’t you be getting back to
BRI by now, Mr. Reisner?

[laughs] As I told agent Crider,
either I’m all the way in,

or the institute’s
all the way out.

Damn it, Nathan,

the last thing we need mixing up
in this now is the NSA.

Well, the oval office
doesn’t agree with you.

The Powers that be smell
a golden opportunity here, gentlemen.

At the very least,

someone needs to keep
the peace between you two.

Assuming it was Van Ness who was
in this room to kill Jaffa,

there’s a good bet
that he saw this.

Well, looks like Jaffa’s
set himself up a meeting

for 1000 hours tomorrow.

We can assume that Van Ness’ll
be taking his place.

-If Van Ness shows, we pick him up.
-Wrong.

Washington’s game plan
is to let the exchange go through.

Lamont gets the money,
Van Ness gets project 14.

Oh, that’s insanity!

Project 14 goes out
over my dead body, and I--

It won’t be the live virus,
Mr. Reisner.

What Mr. Crider
will deliver to Dr. Lamont

will be a precise
imitation.

They’ll test
the damn thing.

Of course.
When it reaches its destination

in a hidden laboratory
of a country

whose terrorist agenda
is well-known to you all.

In the meantime, it will transmit
an ultra low frequency signal

monitored by
your satellite network.

Finally giving us a fix

on the exact location
of that laboratory.

I like it.

In the meantime,

can somebody do something about
disposing of the garbage?

[horn honking]

You’re telling me
this new player, Van Ness,

is a cold-blooded murderer?

No. No more than Jaffa was.

No, just play him the way
you would’ve done with him.

Van Ness gets the idea that
we’re onto him, he’s gone.

Him or me, for God’s sake?

If he sees
any of your people around,

I’m dead and you know it!

You’re right. That’s why
I ordered a hands-off.

There’ll be no surveillance.

All right.

And here are your
prize winners, one through five.

Oh. I guess five
is a big bunch of winners,

but they’re folks like me, and we need
all the puffing up we can get.

Hey. What’s this?
You’ve gotta be kidding!

No. You won second prize.

-Get outta here! Me?
-You earned it, Karen.

Listen, I’m gonna need

some background on
the other winners

for when I make
the presentations,

and then, all I have to worry
about is my speech.

Jessica, you’re every bit
as super as Mark said.

[sighs] There’s no use
kidding anybody.

This contest has taken
a back seat

to what’s
going on with my husband.

I’d feel better if he were
just the least bit forthright

about exactly what it is
he’s involved with.

I’m sure he shares everything
that he can with you.

It’s like he walks out of
the apartment in the morning

into a different world,
a world that I’m barred from.

I have a funny feeling you know
a lot more about this than I do.

Well, maybe I’ve known Mark

a little bit longer
than you have.

Oh, got a meeting with
the luncheon committee.

Don’t be alarmed,
Dr. Lamont.

Mr. Jaffa has been
unavoidably detained.

The transaction
can go forward as agreed.

Very well.

But I prefer to know
with whom I’m doing business.

Does it matter?

Your $100,000
earnest money, doctor.

You’ll have the balance,
two million dollars,

when you deliver
the live virus to me, here,

precisely two hours
from now.

[birds fluttering]

But how do you know
it’s possible?

Your whole arrangement with
Jaffa was based on the fact

that you had access
to project 14 during this time period.

Of course, if you don’t
want to deal with me...

I’ll be here.

With the virus.

[whispers] It’s 1022 hours.
Transaction went through.

-Van Ness has left.
-[thunder rumbling]

[phone dialing]

Lamont’s making a call
on his cell phone.

It’s done.

He, uh, demanded,
and I agreed.

Van Ness gets his delivery
in two hours,

and you pick up yours
immediately afterward.

It should go
just as we planned.

But I insist something be done
immediately about Reisner.

He could cause trouble
for us both.

Heads up, Mike.
We may have a problem.

[man] The Fletcher woman
is following the suspect.

Get Mitchell down there,
intercept her.

Oh, excuse me.

[man] Looks like Nathan’s
down there.

Nathan Mitchell,
national security agency.

Mrs. Fletcher, please.

Mrs. Fletcher, with all
due respect

to your talent
and your reputation,

I don’t understand whatever would possess
you to follow somebody--

To follow a murder suspect?

That really doesn’t deserve
an answer, Mr. Mitchell.

I was hoping to provide
you with a location.

The man is already
under surveillance.

Look, I know
it’s not your fault

that you’ve been
drawn into this operation,

but you must understand
that this is a highly sensitive and---

Are you all right, Mark?

Jessica, I’ll only be
a few minutes.

Have you got time
for a cup of tea later?

Oh, of course.

Mrs. Fletcher, to be blunt.
Now we have ample funds.

What inducement would
it take

to get you
to leave these premises,

preferably leave Atlanta,
tonight?

To get out of your hair?

Well, until I’ve
fulfilled my obligations

to the Amateur Mystery
Writers’ Association,

no inducement whatsoever.

Now, you’ll
have to excuse me,

because I have got
a speech to write.

-Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry. Forgive me.
-Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

What do we got?

We ran a routine check
on all of the license plates

within a one-mile radius of
Lamont’s meeting with Van Ness.

I would like to know
why yours turned up,

and what the hell
you were doing there.

I’ve made my position clear.

Anything to do with
disposition of project 14

is of urgent concern to me.

Mark, as a friend,
I gotta warn you,

you’re fooling with
an obstruction of justice charge.

Arrest me,

and I’ll go public,

and the whole damn mess
will come down around your ears.

[Jessica] Yes, yes.
You can help me.

I’m trying to reach
lieutenant Bragg.

[man] He’s very busy.

-I know he’s been busy. Yes.
-I can take a message.

[Jessica] Well then, would you
please tell him

that I’m a friend
of Artie Gelber...

[man] Gelber?

Gelber, right,
of the New York City police department.

Oh, yes, yes, he will know
lieutenant Gelber,

and I need
lieutenant Bragg’s help.

It’s quite urgent.

Yes, ma’am.

For an ardent fan,
you’re not a very good speller,

whoever you are.

[electronic buzzing]

[knock on door]

Jessica, there’s
something I’ve got--

[whispers] Don’t say a word.

There’s only one place
that bug could’ve come from.

One of those three
lunatics upstairs,

and
he’s dangerous as hell.

Mark, I really find that
very hard to believe.

Ah, believe it, Jessica.

Look, Mark, you have me
at a disadvantage.

I mean, all I know about
what’s going on

is that
BRI is involved

because you’re part of some
clandestine operation.

I was a part of it.
I’m out.

I have a hunch someone’s gonna
try and make that permanent.

I want you and Karen
to get out of Atlanta--

Look, you’re the second person who’s
said that to me in the last 30 minutes.

You and Karen may very well
be in danger because of me.

Listen, Mark, I’ve had personal
papers confused with assassin’s.

I’ve virtually been accused

of seditious meddling
by your friends upstairs.

My room’s been bugged.

And now, you want Karen and me
to simply pull up stakes?

Now I think it’s time
that you let me in

on
just what this is all about.

All right. All right,
you deserve to know.

Lamont has scheduled
the transfer of the phony virus

and the tracking device
in less than an hour.

But I can’t hang around.
I’m gonna hop a plane to Washington

and try and see
the attorney general.

-I’ve got to tell her what I know.
-I’ll take care of Karen.

If you don’t hear from me
by tonight, get her out of Atlanta.

And no matter what happens,
keep all this under your hat.

It could create the worst
kind of panic. Thank you.

[woman screaming]

Mark. Oh, Mark!

Sergeant,
you finish up here.

What’s Mrs. Fletcher’s
room number again?

She’s up in 1220,
lieutenant.

Off.

State-of-the-art radio device,
no way to trace it.

If the feds did place this,
as you suspect,

it’s doubtful there’ll be
any prints, but we’ll check.

I’m sure it was planted
because Mark Reisner was my friend.

And despite
my promise to him,

I think it’s time that
I told you what I know.

Mrs. Fletcher, Mark Reisner
was head of security at BRI,

and the feds are always interested
in what goes on at BRI,

that’s all I want
to know right now.

Lieutenant, a dear friend of
mine has become a victim of--

Mrs. Fletcher, no question
he was a victim,

but off the record,

the chief’s office said
hands off, you understand?

It’s gotta go
in the books as a robbery.

As far as the record
is concerned,

all he had in his pockets
was a parking ticket.

Look, if you think of anything else,
you can call me direct, okay?

Look, lieutenant, I am
not standing still for this kind of--

[knock on door]

[crying]

Karen, I’m so sorry, dear.

[door squeezes open]

[Karen] He tried to put
a good face on it,

but I know how terribly
worried he was.

I wanted to help,

[sighs] ...but there was
nothing I could do.

I mean, with the FBI
and all involved, was there?

Of course not, Karen.

I mean, it’s possible
that his murder

had nothing to do
with all that.

[Karen] What is it?

Well, obviously, Mark didn’t want
his people to get a hold of this.

He slipped it
into my pocket.

What’s it for?

I don’t know.
It looks like a locker key.

But for what
locker and where?

Just a minute.

Yeah.

-Lieutenant Bragg.
-Yes, lieutenant.

You said that there
was a parking ticket in Mark’s pocket.

When and where
did he get that ticket?

Just a second.

This morning,
for double parking.

Where?

Outside the midtown
train terminal.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Where the devil is Lamont?

He left the institute
20 minutes ago.

Crider, where are you?

Yeah, I got him.

He’s still en route,
about two blocks to go.

Yeah.

[door clicks shut]

In my country, we say,

good business
makes good friends.

I’ll be in touch again.

You won’t find me.

No one will.

You were right about
the locker, Jessica.

I found these in it,
and this was addressed to you.

Oh.

"Jess, no need to panic.

"Mrs. Parker’s Revenge
solved the problem neatly.

Affectionately, Mark."

What does it mean?

Mrs. Parker,
Mrs. Parker.

She was a character in one
of my inspector Dyson books.

He mentioned them last night,
do you remember?

Well, let’s hope he’ll clarify
it for us on this tape.

[Lamont] It’s done.

He, uh, demanded
and I agreed.

Van Ness gets his delivery
in two hours.

And you pick up yours
immediately afterward.

It should go
just as we planned.

But I insist something be done
immediately about Reisner.

[thunder rumbling on recording]

He could cause
trouble for us both.

I’m lost, Jessica.

Mark discovered

someone was about to betray
the government’s plan.

He said as much to me
before he was killed.

If we knew who this Lamont
character was calling,

then maybe we’d know
who Mark’s murderer was.

If it wasn’t for the thunder,
we might’ve made out the touch tone,

and got the number that way.

Mark tried so hard;
he knew he was in danger,

and yet he risked his life,
for what?

The cell phone.

Mark hasn’t lost yet, Karen.

[Bragg] Lamont’s cell phone won’t be hard
to track down, Mrs. Fletcher.

You want to know who he called
just after 10:00 this morning.

-It’s a deal. Just do me a favor?
-Of course, lieutenant.

The department has enough trouble
with the feds on our turf as it is.

If Crider hears I’m messing
into his sacred domain...

I understand. I’ll keep it
between us, lieutenant.

[Nathan] That’s
a confirmation, then?

Great. You’ll let
the oval office know? Thanks.

Van Ness is heading
for the Middle East.

Your spy satellite is tracking
the phony virus loud and clear.

God help Van Ness when they find out
what they got for their money.

Yeah, and Lamont’s
out running around

with two million dollars
earmarked for the US treasury.

How’d you guys manage
to lose him anyway?

Hey, don’t
you blame us!

You’re the ones who had
the equipment that didn’t work.

I didn’t know he had the guts
for a double-cross.

Look, shut up, both of you.

All we gotta do is go out
there and find him.

My budget is too tight
to be screwed out of one-third of two mil.

Look, why don’t we start getting
this stuff cleared outta here

before they charge us
for another day.

Doing the best we can, sir.

Hey, fellas, how about
getting a little drink

before we have to bust
this party up, huh?

Yeah.

Mrs. Fletcher,
glad I caught you.

I got that information
you wanted.

The call your fellow made
on his cell phone,

we traced it to
a Starbucks coffee house

two blocks from here.

At what time was that?

Like you said,
10:22 this morning.

And the coffee
was still hot.

Come again?

Bear with me, lieutenant.

I have a good idea
who killed Mark Reisner.

There you go, sir.

You got to. They’re thinking
about firing you.

[laughter]

Mrs. Fletcher.

Gentlemen.

You appear to have
accomplished your mission.

Very much on target, too,
you’ll be pleased to know.

[Jessica] Well, what I’d
be more pleased to know

is that Mark Reisner’s killer
is brought to justice.

Well, I wish you
good luck, Mrs. Fletcher.

But if you’ll excuse me,
I have a plane to catch.

Lieutenant Bragg,
Atlanta PD,

this will only take a minute
or two, Mr. Mitchell.

Since I think I know who
murdered Mark and why,

I didn’t think it would be prudent

to confront his killer
without a little backup.

What? You think
it was one of us?

Mark told me that the sting

used to entrap Van Ness
with an imitation virus

might have been a plot to steal
and sell the real virus.

At 10:22 this morning,

right after Dr. Lamont’s
meeting with Van Ness,

Lamont made a phone call
to his partner,

one of you.

A call that
lieutenant Bragg

traced to the coffee house
two blocks from this hotel.

Perhaps you can explain

what you were doing there at
that time, Mr. Crider.

[chuckles]

Forgive me, Mrs. Fletcher, but
I think you’re outta your mind.

Well, then maybe
one of you will remember.

This morning, as I was leaving,
Mr. Crider was entering,

and at the door,
he spilled coffee

from the Starbucks cup
that he was holding.

She’s right, Ed.

Hey, wait a minute.
You guys aren’t buying this?

When I checked into
this hotel,

I happened to have several
words with Raul Jaffa.

He had an umbrella with
a very unique handle.

The very umbrella that
you’re holding now, Mr. Crider.

I wonder how you
ended up with it,

unless from
the very beginning,

you and Jaffa intended it as
a means to transport project 14.

Mark Reisner was getting
close to the truth,

and you killed him.

Yeah, if it hadn’t been
for that boy scout,

it wouldn’t be here
right now.

Hey, hey, hey!
Zero move, guys,

else I break this thing
and we all go together.

And millions of other people.

You have a perfect record
with your agency.

What is it worth?

Fifteen million dollars is what
it’s worth, and shut up!

The buyers
are out there, folks.

And you kept
a routine tab on Jaffa,

till you discovered he was
trying to corrupt Lamont.

[scoffs] Trying? Hell,
Jaffa had him bagged.

Money, women, you name it.

Anyway, it’s adios, people.

Don’t anybody
try and move.

Look, Ed,
we can make a deal.

I’m sure you have a ticket
to get somewhere.

Just, just... I promise
you there’ll be no pursuit,

just put that down.

You must know what it means
if it gets in the hands of someone--

Don’t be nervous.

You see, this is
Mrs. Parker’s Revenge.

A harmless facsimile.

Mark Reisner let me know

that he replaced
all the real project 14

in the BRI lab
an hour before he died.

[Bragg] And the director
has just confirmed

that all the real
virus is on ice.

I don’t know
from any Mrs. Parker,

but if you would allow
one jaded bureaucrat

to offer his apologies?

Make that
two jaded bureaucrats.

[woman over PA] Attention,
Amateur Mystery Writers...

Oh, I forgot,
I have to make a speech.

... please report to
the Rose garden courtyard for the first...

[relieved sigh]

-there we go.
-Thank you.

You’re welcome.

Why, gentlemen, I expected you
to be on the plane by now.

-Mrs. Fletcher.
-We got a call.

My people caught up
with Dr. Lamont

and his
two million in Seattle

headed who knows where.

But Nate and I
decided

we couldn’t
leave without finding out

who the hell is Mrs. Parker?

[chuckles]

Well, it finally
dawned on me

what Mark was telling me
in code.

You see,
in one of my books,

Mrs. Parker knows her husband
is intending to murder her

by lacing her orange juice
with strychnine.

So she switched glasses?

Mrs. Parker’s Revenge!

Have you ever considered
government service?

The agency could sure use
a talent like yours.

That goes double
for the CIA.

Thanks, gentlemen,

but I’ve had my fill
of clandestine operations

for a while.