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Who's in charge here?

You got him.

FBI?

Oh, the victim's I.D.
pegged him as some kind of...

Peter Hayward.
We know who he is.

So what is going on?

That's classified.

Who's that?

It's the witness.

She saw the killer.

Is that right?

Yeah, and the killer saw her.

What's her name?

Uh, Sarah McLeish.

Thanks.

Mrs. McLeish?
My name is Bartles.

He saw me.

Who did?

The man who killed...

Can you describe him for me?

I don't like standing here.
All these people, I'm...

I understand. Um...

maybe you'll feel safer
talking in the car? Come.

No. Quiet, Hannibal.

Let's talk in the car.

Okay.

I-I'm visiting Los Angeles,

and I was walking
Hannibal, and, um,

you know, if Hannibal
hadn't been with me,

he might have killed me, too.

You don't have to worry
about that now.

We'll look after you.

In, Hannibal.

Takano.

I want round-the-clock
protection on this woman.

Yes, sir.

What's your take on this?

If she's the sole witness

and he knows she saw him,

if you were the killer,
what would you do?

Amtrak Sunset Limited

leaving for El Paso
and points east...

on Track 12.

All aboard!

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, we're late. Hurry!

My only love.

Goodbye, Boris.

Oh, okay. All right. I got it.

Wait!

Oh! Hold it!

I'm going on this train!

You're gonna
have to hurry, ma'am,

because the Sunset Limited

leaves in about two minutes.

Ah, yes, I know,
and I'm so sorry,

but I just have
to get this on board.

Amtrak Coast Starlight
arriving from Seattle,

Track Nine.

I'll just put it
in the corner here.

Yeah. Uh, perhaps over
there would be better.

It needs to be
rather cool and dry.

Cool and dry.

Now that... That will
be just perfect.

Oh, my goodness.

I'm glad that animal is caged.

Ah, so am I.

We don't carry animals,

but they said
to load him anyway.

The owner said it's been
trained to attack strangers,

and I wanna make sure

- I'm not one of 'em.
- Right.

Sunset Limited
leaving on Track 12.

Oh, my. This is very cozy.

Our deluxe sleeper.

Oh, I'm sure I'll be
very comfortable.

It's a long time
since I took this train,

almost 30 years.

- The bed is in here, ma'am.
- Uh-huh.

- And this is...
- Oh, yes. I can see.

Are you going all the way
to Florida, ma'am?

No, just to El Paso.

I almost forgot. Would you like

the first sitting or
the second sitting

for supper this evening?
6:30 or 8:30?

I think the second sitting
will be fine.

I had a late lunch.

- And your name is?
- Mrs. Fletcher.

May you have a peaceful journey, Mrs.
Fletcher.

Thank you.

This doesn't seem
to be working, Millie.

Turn it the other way, dear.

- The... The key?
- Yeah.

Are you sure?

Oh, dear. I'm terribly sorry.

We thought this was C-16.

Oh, no. This is C-12.

We got confused,

- didn't we, Jack?
- Yeah.

They all look the same.

Uh, well, actually,

the numbers are
right next to the door.

Oh, of course they are, Jack.

See?

Uh, did you look
down in that direction?

Uh, I think I saw 16 down there.

It was nice to meet you.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Thank you.

Good evening, madam.
Are you waiting for someone?

Uh, no. Just me.

Oh. Well, if you don't mind
sharing a table, I...

Oh, not at all.

- Oh, hi!
- Hello, again!

Isn't this train wonderful?

Jack was just saying it was
just like an old movie,

- weren't you, Jack?
- That's right!

Yes, it is.

Good evening.

Maybe over there?

Oh, would you...

I trust that this
will be comfortable?

Perfect.

I'll get you a menu right away.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Good evening.

My name is Jessica Fletcher.

Uh, Judy Taylor.

Hello.

This way, sir.

So, after Steven died, I...

I wasn't comfortable for the
longest time traveling alone.

Has that ever bothered you?

Ooh, I won't say that,

but, uh, I guess
you get used to it.

And on the positive side,

you meet a lot of interesting
people that way.

Well, I have tonight.

Anyhow, I haven't seen my
little nephew, Charlie,

well, since I left Denver,

and that was almost a year ago.

But I'm afraid of
flying, so here I am.

And where does Charlie live?

Uh, Sanford, Florida.

Oh.

Waiter!

They seem to be
having a good time.

Whatever.

I think so.
Maybe too good a time,

- if you know what I mean?
- Now, Millie.

I think the young one's
that tennis player,

the one all the women
chase after.

Yeah. He played
at Wimbledon last year.

Ah. I don't know who the other
man with him is, though.

He seems familiar to me.

I don't think
they knew each other

before they got on the train.

Why are you laughing?

Well, it seems that we have
something in common, Judy.

We both like observing people,

trying to see the truth
behind the facade.

Have you ladies made
a decision about dinner?

Oh, thank you.

Let's see. I'll have the, uh,

garden salad vinaigrette
to start with.

The, uh...

baked swordfish with
shiitake mushroom sauce,

and a bottle of your chardonnay.

Very good, sir.

You never even thought about
going back to the altar?

I usually say that I'm having

too much fun
to get married again.

But the truth is,
there's never been anyone

that could fill Frank's shoes.

That's what I thought until...

Waiter.

Judy?

Well, who'd have thought that a
romantic cabin next to a babbling brook

would make it happen
the second time?

Well, I'm very happy for you.

Oh, thanks.

So, Jessica,
where are you headed?

Well, I have to give
a lecture in El Paso,

so I thought
I'd take the opportunity

to study some of the local
desert flowers along the way.

I say study.

Actually, I am no expert.

And what are you going to do

with these flowers
when you find them?

Oh, I'll probably,
um, collect them,

make some notes,

and they'll probably end up,

as they usually do,
in a novel of mine.

Does that mean you're a writer?

I'm afraid so.

I-I'm sorry.

I-I should have
recognized your name.

I'm just afraid
I don't read many books.

Oh, that's quite all right.

Luckily, there are
quite a few people who do.

But I must read
something of yours.

What is it you write about?

Murder. I write about murder.

Oh!

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

- How clumsy of me.
- No problem.

- Ohh.
- No harm done.

I should go change.

Um, if the waiter comes,
would you just tell him

to leave my dinner
and I'll be right back?

- Oh, sure.
- Thanks.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay. I'll see you.

Enjoy.

Mrs. Taylor?

Mrs. Taylor?

Is there a Mrs.
Judy Taylor in the car?

I have a message
for a Mrs. Judy Taylor.

Is there a Mrs. Judy
Taylor in the car?

Here!

Excuse me. I-I'm not...

Excuse me.

I think I better pay for both.

Oh, you don't have
to pay now, ma'am.

Um, you just leave
your voucher with me,

write down
your compartment number,

and, uh, settle up

at the end of the journey.

The other lady already
gave me her number.

Oh. Well, then, I'll do that.

So you have my friend's voucher?

Yes, ma'am.

May I see it?

Oh.

Um...

C-34.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It's not easy getting
around on these things.

I'm looking for somewhere
to sneak a smoke.

Oh.

I-I'm so sorry.
I wasn't looking.

It's my fault.

Oh, that's very kind
of you to say so, Mr...

Uh, Cadrescu.

Of course.

You're Boris Cadrescu,

the tennis coach
on the Romanian national team.

I resigned.

Your newspaper reports
are not always accurate.

You know, since
government left power,

Romania can no longer support
sports in the same way.

I'm sure.

Well, I suppose every
freedom comes at a price.

Sometimes I believe
we pay too high a price

for this precious
American freedom.

Drugs, crime,

these are things we never saw

in our country with communists.

And you're working here now?

No, not yet.

But it will be soon. I know.

Excuse me.

Judy?

Yeah. Over there!

One of the passengers
pulled the emergency.

I heard they saw someone
fall from the train.

- Oh, my goodness.
- Yeah, yeah, I got it.

It's rather difficult
to fall by accident,

I would have thought,
unless the door was open.

But why would the door be open?

- Mark, everything okay?
- Got it.

Yeah. All clear back here.

- Find anything?
- No. False alarm.

Clear.

This side clear.

Okay. Yeah, I'll do it.

Nothing in the rear.

Okay. Well, we got... we got it.

We did that.

Check 100 yards down.

Harry, watch out for the snakes!

Check that out.
Right over there.

- Nope. Nothing.
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- We're totally clear.

Back here.

Give it a once-over. One more.

Three-day trip,
and also there's a five-day.

Which one do you think?

Oh, the five-day.

- Oh, really?
- Absolutely. Yeah.

How may we assist you?

We were wondering,

um, do you happen to know...

Check back there.
Move up to the front.

- Sir.
- Hmm?

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

We need to prepare this table.

Mm.

Are we in Tucson yet?

Uh, no, an unscheduled stop.

Um, sir...

dinner has been over
for half an hour.

And an excellent one,
it was, too.

My compliments to the chef.

Now, if you'll excuse
a four-letter word...

I must get to work.

All right, Mrs. McLeish,

where is it?

There he is.

Let's get everybody
back on the train.

Come on, people! Let's board!

Let's board!

Mrs. McLeish, now, you
don't want to get hurt,

so just tell me where it is.

Who is McLeish?

You are, lady, Sarah McLeish.

Now, we know that Judy
Taylor's just your cover,

- so cut the bull.
- But I'm not Judy Taylor.

And this isn't her compartment?

Uh, yes. Yes, it is, but...

Then stop wasting my time!

Now you've got ten seconds
to give me an answer,

so tell me where it is.

Oh, Sarah, there you are.

Five seconds.

Sarah, I could really
use your help here!

No more games, Mrs. McLeish.

Three, two, one.

A good chardonnay beats the
right to bear arms every time.

Thank you.

He thought I was someone else.

Yes. Sarah McLeish.

Or you may have met her
as Judy Taylor.

Either way, I don't believe
that he's familiar

with the Top 10 Best Seller List, Mrs.
Fletcher.

Richard Loomis,
Los Angeles Times.

Oh, yes! I read your articles

on the Chinese
illegal immigrant trade.

Oh, very thorough.

Six weeks undercover.

If I never eat dim sum
again, I'll be a happy man.

So, do you know
where Sarah McLeish is?

Well, if, as you say,
her alias is Judy Taylor,

I haven't seen her
since she left the dining car.

Hmm. Well,
he doesn't have an I.D.,

and I don't think that
he works for Amtrak.

Well, you seem very familiar

with what's
going on around here.

I mean, do you know who he is
or what he was after?

Well, I know
that I don't want him

waking up and holding a grudge.

Just a moment.

- Who is it?
- Loomis.

Oh, come in.

Our gun-toting friend

is hitchhiking
the rest of the way.

So why did he think that
you were Sarah McLeish?

Because of this.

Now, he came into the dining
car asking for Judy Taylor,

and she wasn't there,
so I took it.

Then he found you
in her compartment,

and two and two made three.

If he thought you were McLeish,

Mrs. Fletcher, he may
not be the only one.

You may still be in danger.

Well, wouldn't be
the first time.

But what about Judy...
I mean, Sarah?

I didn't see her.

I don't mean that.

Why is she in danger,

and why is she traveling
under an assumed name?

Couple of weeks ago,
I got a call from some

government whistleblower
named Peter Hayward.

I figured $1,000 hammers,

you know, the usual,
but I did agree

to meet him night
before last downtown.

Well, the Hollywood Freeway

was bumper to bumper
as usual, so I was late.

Uh-huh, and you missed him?

Well, you could say that,
but someone else didn't.

He had a .38-caliber slug

in the back of his cranium.

Oh! Sounds like a professional.

I smell a major story here,
Mrs. Fletcher.

"Federal Snitch Silenced."

You know, something like that.

And Sarah?

She witnessed the murder.

One of the LAPD guys
told me what she said

before the FBI took her
into protective custody.

Seems she was walking her dog

when she saw the killer
leaning over the body.

Now, he took something
from Hayward,

and when he stood up,
he saw her.

She says that he stared
at her just for a moment

and ran away.

And now they want
to silence Sarah.

But who?

Well, that's what
I'm here to find out.

Let's just hope
that it isn't the FBI.

Now, you said that she
was walking her dog.

Was that a German shepherd?

Oh, you're good.

I saw it in the baggage car.

You know, in all likelihood,

Sarah isn't
on the train anymore.

You think she got scared

and jumped off the train?

Well, that's possible.
She was afraid of being killed.

She wasn't scared when she
went to her compartment.

She never would have
taken the time to...

To wash the wine off her sleeve.

And she expected
to go back to the dining car.

But how do you know?

Because she left
her purse there.

I think that Sarah
has been kidnapped

or even worse.

We'd better make sure that she's

absolutely not
on this train first.

Well, you take the front,
and I'll meet you back here.

Right.

It's, uh... I think it's C-22.

Oh! Say, Jessica,
did you see all those men

get off the train
when we stopped?

Oh, yes, I did.

Jack said they were
looking for something.

- Isn't that right, Jack?
- You're right, honey.

Yeah. Well, they thought
somebody fell off the train.

It's just like in that old movie.
You know, Jack,

the one with Barbara
Stanwyck and Fred MacMurray.

Double Identity.

Uh, Double Indemnity.

Anyway, it turned out
to be a false alarm.

Excuse me.

Radley?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

Oh, no. Not at all. Come on in.

I apologize.

It's the only place
I could find.

I'd have stepped off for a smoke

when the train stopped, but...

You might have been left behind.

Yes.

Well, I have to get back.

Shall I leave you in the dark?

I'd rather you didn't.

"Where is it, Mrs. McLeish?"

Where is what?

Who is it?

Oh, my God.

Watch your step.

Yeah, we'll get on
in a little while.

All passengers except those in Car C...

- Oh, dear.
- Jack.

Remain on the train.

All passengers
except those in Car C.

I repeat, will all passengers
except those in car C

remain on the train?

All passengers
except those in car C...

Excuse me.

What's happening, Sheriff?

Just short delay, that's all.

Just take it easy.
We'll get you back

on your journey
as soon as we can.

Right over here.

It's an investigation.

Whatever you say, dear.

FBI.

See? I told you so.

Right, dear.

Okay, people, I need everyone

to move down to the end
of the platform.

We've got work to do.

Let's check over here first.

Step to the rear
of the platform, please.

Now let's get this straight.

That news guy was shot
right outside your door,

and you never heard it?

That's right.

Uh-huh.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I appreciate your help.

Now I just wanna make sure

you're telling us
everything we need to know.

Everything that I can remember.

Ah-ha!

Would you like me to repeat it?

Not just yet, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you, Sheriff.

- I'll take it from here.
- Whoa!

I don't take orders from anybody

in Harland County,
especially, uh...

Feds.

What are you doing here?

National security.

And we could use
your help, Sheriff.

We'll need written statements

from all the passengers
on the victim's train car.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Algric Bartles, FBI.

Uh, Special Agent in Charge

of the Los Angeles Field Office.

Now...

let's start
from the top, shall we?

Certainly. Your agency
has managed to lose

the only witness to the
murder of a federal employee

who was going
to leak information

that could compromise
our government.

Where did you get all this?

I don't know where she is.

Okay, yes, I lost her, but...

No! I'll get her,

whatever it takes.

All right, Mrs. Fletcher,

there's still something
that puzzles me.

When you realized
the witness was missing

after the train was stopped,

why didn't you report it to the
security officer on the train?

Because at that time, I didn't
know that she was missing.

Loomis and I were making sure

that she wasn't still on the
train when he was killed.

You weren't sure?

In other words,
you were suspicious?

Well, now, that's
your word, not mine.

What word would you use,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Mr. Bartles,

I was worried about a woman

that I had befriended at dinner.

There was an accident with the
wine, and she left the table.

She said she'd be right back.

It was only
when she didn't return

that I went looking for her,

because I was worried,

not suspicious.

But you're suspicious now,
aren't you, Mrs. Fletcher?

No, Mr. Bartles.

Now I'm even more worried.

All right, Mrs. Fletcher,
you can return to the train,

and leave everything to us.

Oh, but what about Sarah?

Who?

Mrs. McLeish, sir, the witness.

Mrs. McLeish is our concern now.

I suggest you forget about her.

I said forget about her

before you disappear
off a train.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Oh, yes.

You've made your point
very clearly.

I want you to leave it to us

and get on that train
and go to El Paso

just like you planned to.

You do that,

and I assure you
no harm will come to you.

You have my word on it.

Is that what you told Sarah?

Hello. Remember me?

Uh, insulated container.
"Cool and dry."

Exactly.

I would like to ask you
to do something for me.

I'd like you to take
my insulated container

and put it
on the platform at El Paso

to be picked up
by Mr. Cyrus Davis.

Uh, could you do that for me?

Oh, sure I could.

Thanks.

Cyrus Davis.

Right.

Let sleeping dogs lay,
eh, ma'am?

Uh, what is your name?

Uh, Jarvis Bean, ma'am.

My father was Jarvis Bean.

I'm Jarvis Bean.

Well, Jarvis, it's evident to me

that you're a man
who knows his trains.

Been riding them all my life.

That's what I thought.

But could you tell me
how many miles we've traveled

since the train was stopped?

- How many miles?
- Uh-huh.

I couldn't be sure about that.

But could you tell me
what our average speed was?

Average?

Oh, I'd figure 50 miles an hour.

Fifty miles an hour. Ah.

Well, now, we started at 10:35,

and we arrived at 1:31...

so let's say our journey

was three hours
at 50 miles an hour.

One hundred and fifty miles.

One hundred
and fifty miles, Jarvis.

- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Can I help you?
- Yes.

I wondered if you might
have a map of this area.

A map?

Certainly.

Come on in my office.

We're at Hannay, right here.

Uh-huh. Now, if we were
to travel 150 miles west,

would there be a town there?

Well, let's see.

Uh...

would 140 miles do?

Because Agua Verde is the only
town anywhere near there.

And there's nothing else there?

No, nothing. Most of this

is government or
reservation land,

belongs to the Indians.

What is that symbol
right next to the town?

That's some kind of beacon.

And what is the best way
to get there?

Well...

you see that old car out there?

I could rent you that
if you're coming back.

Oh, that's very kind,

but unfortunately I don't drive.

- You don't drive?
- No.

And there's no other
way to get there?

Nope.

Unless you're willing
to take the bus.

Well, what time
does it get here?

The train can leave
in five mi...

Damnedest thing I ever saw, man.

Ain't it something?

Five minutes.

I thought we agreed
you'd be on it.

We did?

Takano, let's see
that Mrs. Fletcher

gets safely back
on the train, shall we?

Sir, the helicopter's ready.

If you could pick up
the container at the station.

Thank you.

Don't worry, Cyrus.

I'll be there for the lecture.

Well, there was
some trouble on the train.

No, everything is fine,

but I seem to have lost
a friend of mine.

Well, well,
not exactly lost, but...

Uh, well, look,
I'll explain later.

Right. Bye.

It's here.

- What?
- The bus.

Oh. Good.

And, uh, thank you
for the use of your phone.

Are you sure
you're going to be safe?

Well, why shouldn't I be?

Traveling alone.

It's a bus, Mr. Phipps,

not a stagecoach.

I see someone's rented your car?

Yup.

Hello.

What's your name?

Joe.

Just Joe.

Just Joe?

Not just Joe, Joe.

Mm.

Do you like to play games, Joe?

Have you ever seen this one?

Sure.

I'm not very good at it.

Maybe you can do better.

Downtown Los Angeles...

Hoover says, "Are you
a Democrat or a Republican?"

He answers, "Yes, sir.

Which would you like me to be?"

Sir.

Takano, can't this wait
'til I've finished eating?

Uh, it's Mrs. Fletcher, sir.

She wasn't on
the train at El Paso.

Now for a traffic update here...

I knew she was gonna be a pain.

Where did Guzman
say she got off?

He didn't.

Ask him.

We can't raise him, sir.

He's not answering his pager,

and he's missed
the last two check-ins.

Get me Guzman's file,

and run a financial report,

every dollar he's got or spent
in the last five years.

He never was a team player.

I want him and that
Fletcher woman found now.

Come on.

Excuse me.

Ma'am?

Didn't you want Agua Verde?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

It's coming up.

!¡Jorge!! Jorge, aquí!

- How you doing?
- Good.

Time to give it back now, Joe.

I'd like you
to borrow it for a while.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

- We couldn't do that.
- Dad.

Oh, but I insist.

Well, that's very kind
of you, Mrs...

- Fletcher.
- Jim Sunrise.

This is my wife, Pearl. Hello.

What do you say, son?

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.

You're very welcome.

- Can I give you a ride?
- Oh. No, thank you.

I need to walk.

But perhaps you could
suggest a good motel.

Motel?

There's an old hotel
about three blocks up.

Tell Dottie I sent you.
She'll take care of you.

Dottie? Thanks very much.

Going to level three.

Yes, sir.

See what you gonna do with that.

I don't know. A little of this.

Ah.

How 'bout that?

Ah, good move.

Yeah? Now what?

- Now what?
- Another one?

Good morning.

Wait a minute.

It can't be.

Hillerman. Grafton.

Francis. Fletcher.

Yes, I thought so.

That's you, isn't it, J.B.?

I'm afraid so.

Um, you must be Dottie.

Jim Sunrise said to say hi.

Are you working on a story?

Oh, well, first I'm working
on a bed for tonight.

Of course. Just fill this out,

and I'll need a credit card.

Did my friend Sarah
check in yet?

- Who?
- Sarah McLeish.

Sometimes she uses
her pen name, Judy Taylor.

Oh, I get it. Another writer.

She was to meet me here.

No, not here.

I can call you when she
gets here if you like.

Oh, good.

Data's in process.

We've got her, sir.

Agua Verde?

That's the last place
I want her to be.

Let's go.

Los Angeles Police Department.

Uh, Lieutenant McRaney, please.

Easy, big guy.

McRaney.

Mackie, it's Jessica Fletcher.

Hey, long time, no see.

I want his statement
on my desk today.

- Today?
- Yes, sir.

Sorry, Jessica. You in town?

I'm in Arizona.

I don't think I'll be in
Los Angeles for a while.

You promised to let me buy you
lunch next time you're in town.

Oh, I haven't forgotten.

Listen, Mackie, I need a favor.

Yeah, shoot.

I need to find out
about a murder,

a victim who was killed
in downtown Los Angeles

a few nights ago.
His name is Peter Hayward.

I left my number at your office.

Will you call me back?

You got it.

♪ You're window shopping ♪

How come these
pancakes are never round?

♪ Just window shopping...

♪ You're not buying

♪ You're just trying

♪ To find the best deal
In town... ♪

Coffee?

Oh, decaf, please.

Out of decaf.

Regular will be fine.

Not in this place, it ain't.

Pay no attention to him, hon.

Something to eat?

Oh, thank you.

So, how long you in town for?

Oh, just a couple of days.

Uh, my friend
is staying here with me.

We're looking for flora.

Don't reckon I know her.

Oh. Flowers.

I collect flowers,

and my friend Sarah started
off without me this morning.

Uh, perhaps she came in here?

She's about 5'8", brown hair.

Nope.

Oh, I seen her.

Where was that?

Drugstore, last week.

And she was with Elvis, right?

Oh, come on.
Don't start that again.

You know that was
an honest mistake.

Heck-fire, you know, that could
have happened to anybody.

Anybody who was blind drunk.

I was not blind drunk
when I saw her.

- Yes, you...
- Uh, but Sarah

only came into town last night.

She's probably
out hiking already.

Uh, which way are
the railroad tracks?

South of town.

But don't go wandering
on government property.

That's where those cattle
up and vanished last fall.

Fifty head.

Just like that.

And what does the
government have out there?

I heard it's biological weapons.

They test 'em on cows.

They're studying aliens,
if you ask me.

And I ain't talking
about no Mexicans, neither.

Nobody goes out there.

Give a hoot. Don't pollute.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, Sheriff Sunrise.

What are you looking for?

Well, a Fallugia paradoxa.

What's that?

Well, it's
a little white flower.

Actually, the common
name is Apache plume.

I don't know it.

Maybe because I'm Navajo.

Well, it's extremely
drought-tolerant.

When the guys down at the diner

told me that there was
some nutsy lady

going out in the desert on
foot, I didn't believe it.

I'm not so nutsy.

Well, there's no argument there,

but you're about ready to enter

a restricted government area.

Bad idea.

Let me give you a ride.

What is in there?

I don't ask,
and they don't tell.

Okay, bye-bye!

I'll never forgive you for that.

Well, it seemed

like a good idea at the time.

How you doing, Joe?

Hi, Ms. Fletcher.

Jessica! Yoo-hoo!

Thanks for the ride.

Hi.

What a surprise.

We're on our way up to Sedona.

Jack's such a romantic.

It's our 20th
anniversary tomorrow,

and we're staying
at the mud baths.

They're hot springs, dear.

Private tubs.

Ah, Jessica, are you okay?

We heard you couldn't find
your friend Sarah.

Oh, yes. I just stopped off here

to study some
of the local wildflowers

before my lecture
in El Paso on Saturday.

You're giving a lecture?

Uh, yes. At Windham College.

Aw, Jack, we gotta
go hear Jessica.

Now, Millie,
who said we were invited?

It's open to the public, right?

- Well, yeah.
- And don't you like to see

a friendly face or two
in the crowd, Jessica?

See, Jack?

All righty, then, Saturday.

See you there.

Bye.

Think before you speak, Jessica.

Good heavens.

Hello?

Jessica, what the hell
have you gotten into?

It's hard to be sure.

Feds are all over this
case like white on rice.

Well, that, I knew.

All I've managed
to get so far here,

was Hayward's DMV record.

Born 4-26-46.

Current address
is 45 Yucca Street,

Agua Verde, Arizona.

45 Yucca Street, Agua Verde?

NSA.

Sarah.

What are you doing here,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Well, I could ask you
the same question.

You'd be wasting your breath.

"Ron Guzman, FBI."

I'm here on official business.

Oh, then you'll be able
to show me your search warrant.

Hey, if you weren't smart,

I wouldn't have followed you
here in the first place.

Look, I assume
that you were assigned

to protect Sarah on her journey.

I watched you follow her out
of the dining car, and then...

She disappeared into thin air.

And obviously you
haven't found her yet.

No, and that
doesn't look real good

for my future at the Bureau.

But maybe,

if you and me work together,

we'll both get what we're after.

Aren't you the one
who let Sarah down

in the first place and nearly
got me killed as a result?

Do you know where
she is, Mrs. Fletcher?

I'm not sure that I'd trust
you with that information.

If you will excuse me,
Agent Guzman.

Look, all I'm asking

is that you contact me
if she turns up.

Aw, it's cool. Come on.

Let's go!

Yeah. I got it.

You did?

Yeah!

It's good to see you, too.

- Want to carry this?
- Where you parked?

Ah, honey, you're grown-up.

Good afternoon.

Right this way, ma'am.

It's pretty good, huh?

Come with me.

If you still think that I'm
Sarah McLeish, you're mistaken.

Now, maybe you can tell me
what you wanted on that train.

Save it for
the section chief, lady.

Who's that?

Get this to Sigint
in Washington immediately.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Wilder.

Yes, Radley, what is it?

The intruder, sir.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I am not going to apologize

for the way
that you were just treated.

This facility
is classified top...

You did exactly what I expected.

What?

I wanted to find out

who was in charge here, you.

But of course I hadn't realized
that we had already met.

I have no doubt that had I
called for an appointment,

I would still be sitting
in my hotel room

until the end of the millennium.

Let's talk.

What do you want?

I want to know why Peter
Hayward was going to the press

and what is going on
here at the NSA.

I don't know.

Judging from what I've learned,

this is a
communications station.

We simply download
information from satellites.

We pass it on
to the appropriate agencies.

Including spy satellite data
for the Pentagon, right?

I'm not allowed to confirm that.

You know, Mrs. Fletcher,
maybe you can help us.

Hayward was one
of our top Infosec analysts.

Uh, which in English means...

Information systems security.

It's what the NSA does.

We protect all U.S.
classified communications.

Hayward was a cryptographer

going through
a very messy divorce,

mentally a little erratic.

What exactly did he steal?

Well, who told you
anything was missing?

Radley. When he
threatened to kill me

on the train
if I didn't return "it."

Mrs. Fletcher, if you
have anything of Hayward's,

it could be of vital
national importance.

You would be
helping your country

by giving it back to us now.

Well, given Hayward's expertise,

I assume it's some kind of
codes that you're missing?

It only makes
the situation worse

if any of this ever
gets into the press.

And just think of the
embarrassment to the NSA.

I mean, it's so much simpler
now that both Hayward

and his press contact
have been silenced.

That's not how we operate.

Isn't it?

Who do you work for?

Sarah McLeish.

I knew it.

Whom I happened to befriend

on the train that evening.

You see, by witnessing a murder,

she may have been
kidnapped or worse,

and all you care about
is your spy codes.

I can assure you, Mr. Wilder,

that I will not
stop looking for her

until I know that she's safe.

Now, I would like a ride
back to town, please.

Do come in, Mr. Bartles.

Where's Sarah McLeish?

Perhaps she's staying
with her nephew in Florida.

The nephew was a cover
story for the train ride,

just like the name Judy Taylor.

Well, you'll be glad to hear

she was very convincing.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I am just as concerned

as you are about
finding your friend.

Really?

Yes, for some years...

the Bureau has been
trying unsuccessfully

to track this organized spy
ring that has infiltrated

several government agencies.

And you believe that Sarah
may be able to help?

It's possible that Hayward's
death may be connected.

Now, if that's so,

McLeish is the only one alive

who can identify
any one of them.

Your concern for Sarah
is touching,

but let's make
this quick, shall we?

As I told Agent Guzman,
I don't know where Sarah is.

And as I told Mr. Wilder,

I don't have
any satellite codes.

Yes, the satellite codes.

Well, it's been a long day,

and I'm about to have
a hot, relaxing bath.

Is there anything else you
want to know before you leave?

Yes.

Do you know where Agent
Guzman is right now?

Didn't you send him
to Agua Verde?

I'll take that as a no.

Tell me, how did
you find me here

if Guzman didn't tell you?

Nowadays, Mrs. Fletcher,
we're all part

of one happy, electronic family.

My credit card.

That's it.

Is that you, J.B.?
She never made it.

What?

Your friend.

Oh, right.

Well, it gives me more
time to work on my book.

I knew you were doing a story.

Dottie, I need a little help

with my research.

My pleasure. What do you need?

Riverbank flowers.

Have you ever heard
of interagency cooperation?

It looks like you're trying
to make me look stupid.

We were trying
to mount a retrie...

Shut him up, Wilder, now!

Now let me get this straight.

One of your top guys
turns up dead,

and you forget to tell us
that he's run off

with a bunch of codes
that are still missing,

and I have to find
this out from a civilian

who you can't help
spilling your guts to.

I thought we could
get the codes back

before it became
public knowledge.

Please. Before Washington
finds out, you mean.

So you send your Mickey
Mouse head of security

over here to get 'em back,
and he kills Hayward!

Hey! I didn't kill him!

When I wanna talk to you,
I will look at you!

But, you know,
for once, I believe you,

because that would have
been the smartthing to do,

and you'd have your codes back.

But, no! Now we have
a killer on the loose

who's probably
out there right now

trying to sell off
whatever it was Hayward stole.

Now, what kind of value do these
codes have on the open market?

I think... I think
$10 million minimum.

What the hell
could be worth all that?

Encryption data for every single U.S.
military satellite.

It falls into the wrong hands...

Not exactly the Mississippi,

but it's the only creek
near Mount Palmer.

Well, thanks for
the ride, Dottie.

I'll be back around midday.

Great. Thanks.

Jessica?

Oh, thank God you're here.

Oh, I've been so frightened.

It'll be okay.

Sarah, you weren't
just a witness

to Peter Hayward's
murder, were you?

He was the lover that you
told me about, wasn't he?

Oh, Jessica, you have
no idea how much

I wanted to tell you
the truth on the train.

I, uh...

I saw him lying there.

There was blood everywhere.

And that man,

I was afraid
he was gonna kill me.

Sarah, listen to me.

If you want me to help you,

you'd better start
at the beginning.

Now, Peter had gone
to meet Richard Loomis?

Yeah.

He told me to...

to wait at the hotel while
he went to the meeting,

but Loomis called the room

and said he'd been
delayed in traffic,

so I went to tell Peter to wait.

And just as I got there,
I heard the shot.

Oh, Sarah.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

The killer was standing
over Peter, and I saw him.

Why didn't you tell the
FBI that you knew Peter?

Well, I was afraid
the NSA was behind this.

Oh.

You better tell me

what Peter was going
to tell Loomis

and why he stole the codes.

Who said that?

Kevin Wilder.

Oh, Peter's idiot boss.

That's a lie, Jessica.

Peter was the best analyst
the NSA ever had, a genius.

I don't really
understand how it works,

but Peter told me that he found
a flaw in our satellite codes,

and he was worried that another
government might find out or...

Or terrorists

and have access to all of
our classified information.

And Wilder knows this?

Peter told him months ago.

He said it was too expensive

to reprogram all the satellites.

He said he should
just be quiet about it.

So Peter decided to go public.

Yes.

He went to the Pentagon first,

but they thought he was
just a troublemaker,

so Peter made
a copy of the codes

to show Loomis exactly
what the problem is.

He wasn't going
to give them to him.

It was just...

Just a demonstration, he said.

Someone who knew about the codes

wanted to stop Peter
before he got to Loomis.

Yes.

I saw him again, Jessica,

on the train...

the man who killed Peter.

That's why I got off.

Mrs. McLeish!

I know you're in there.

I just wanna put you
back under our protection.

That's Agent Guzman of the FBI.

But that's him, Jessica.

That's the man who killed Peter.

Is that your car outside?

Yeah. Let's go.

I'm coming in, Mrs. McLeish.

Just take it easy.

Damn!

You're sure he's with the FBI?

Yeah. He's out of
the Los Angeles Field Office.

His boss, Special Agent Bartles,

confirmed it last night.

The government's behind this.

Not necessarily.

Yeah, they wanted
to shut Peter up,

and now they're after me.

I think that Guzman is acting
without FBI authorization,

judging from what Bartles said.

That doesn't make him
any less deadly.

No, but if we could get
to the right people

with the right information,

Guzman killed Peter,
you'd be safe.

We don't know who to trust.

Well, I do. When we met,

I was going to meet
my friend, Cyrus Davis.

He used to work for
the Justice Department.

I think he can help us.

If we could just
get to El Paso...

That's easier said than done.

T-Take a left!

- Are you crazy?
- Trust me.

Mujeres.

Agent Bartles. Got a minute?

Not unless you can tell me
where to find McLeish.

I might.

I'm listening.

All right, I want you to know

that I advised Wilder against
us acting on our own.

Sounds like El Salvador
all over again.

What are you talking about?

Our friend Radley here
worked for the CIA

when a death squad he organized

killed three nuns,
including a U.S. citizen.

- Is that right?
- I didn't order the hits,

and I advised
against our involvement

with right-wing extremists.

That's not how Washington saw it.
They fired him.

I took the fall
for someone else.

And you wanna make sure that
doesn't happen again. Is that it?

You're pretty smart for FBI.

You know, Radley, you need to
work on your people skills.

All right.

Hayward's bank account
showed a monthly payment

to a guy up in Phoenix.

I just talked to
this guy this morning.

Hayward was renting
a cabin from him

up near Mount Palmer.

I'll check it out.

Yeah, you do that.

Oh, if Wilder asks,

we never talked.

I wouldn't trust him, sir.

Oh, I don't.

But we can use him

before we hang him out to dry.

Pressure check the tires!

Yeah, I know.

Hi there.

- Two coffees to go, please.
- Right away.

Do you know what
happened to Hannibal?

Crossed the Alps?

No, my dog. He was on the train.

Oh, yes. We met
in the baggage car.

He was still there
when I left the train.

Oh, I hope the FBI is
taking good care of him.

If you don't mind
my saying so, Sarah,

I'm glad I don't have that job.

Oh, I know, but he's
such a lamb with me,

and he got that way
with Peter, too.

Oh, thanks.
I'll take care of this.

Oh. I forgot. I can't.

Oh, no problem. No problem.

You still have
my purse, Jessica?

Oh, yes. Everything
went on to Cyrus.

Oh, good, 'cause I've got some
things in there for Charlie.

Charlie?

Oh, my sister's boy.

Oh, yes. Yes, I remember.

I think I'd better try Cyrus
again before we head on.

Uh, will you take care of this?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Cyrus? It's Jessica.

Oh, thank goodness you're in.

No! No, I'm not
going to miss the lecture.

I'll be at your house
in an hour. Really.

Listen. I'm going
to need your help.

- Did you reach him?
- We're all set.

I just need to use
the restroom before we go.

Okay. We'll get back to you

with any further
developments. Right.

Update.

The hotel owner said
she dropped Fletcher off

this morning near Mount Palmer.

Apparently she was
looking for flowers.

Yeah, right.
What about the, uh, cabin?

Agent Elston just called in.

Someone's been staying there.

- McLeish?
- He's not sure,

but there's two sets
of recent tire prints.

Call the DMV.
Get a description of her vehicle.

- Sir.
- Yeah?

We just got a trace
on a call from Mrs. Fletcher.

She's at a truck stop
about 50 miles from here.

They're moving.
Time to call in the local police.

Oh, no. Now wait a minute.

You got a problem with that?

Yeah. You want
every cop from Texas

to California
to know about this?

I thought we were gonna
keep it from going public.

Look, Wilder, we don't
have a problem.

I've got a problem and
I'm gonna deal with it

the best way I know how.

Put an APB out
on McLeish's vehicle.

- Yes, sir.
- Excuse me.

Engine trouble?

No, just a little insurance.

- Thanks, pal!
- No problem!

El Paso.

You like country-western music?

Oh, when in Rome...

That's a confirmation.

I'm now following
suspect vehicle

headed east on Route Nine

near Columbus. Please advise.

Back off, and wait
'til we get there.

Do not intercept.

Let's go.

You better see this.

This is David Soames,
coming to you live

from Channel 5's
Eye in the Sky news copter.

Highway Patrol is now in a
pursuit of a white Jeep Cherokee

headed toward
El Paso on Route Nine.

The police are refusing to say
what crime has been committed,

but we've just heard that the
FBI has joined the chase.

Stay tuned to Channel 5

for developments
in this late-breaking story.

Radley.

Yes, he's right here.

It's the Director...

for you.

Hey, Ken. How's it going?

Local Highway Patrol
have been tailing

the vehicle for half an hour.

We've just learned

that an FBI helicopter
is now on the scene.

Again, state and
federal lawmen are closing in

on two suspects
driving a white Jeep Cherokee

as they head towards El Paso.

Authorities are remaining
tight-lipped about the incident.

Okay! Pull 'em over!

Yes, sir!

Let's go.

Get out of the vehicle. Now!

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Folks! Folks! Folks!
Folks! Folks!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Excuse me, sir.

Are you the agent
in charge here?

There they are.

Oh, it looks like they
pulled over the wrong Jeep.

I wonder if it's because
they've got yourlicense plate.

For once,

an insurance paid off.

What we have here
is an apparent case

of mistaken identity
by the Highway Patrol.

These people are not the target
of any FBI investigation.

Cyrus said that he had a class,

but he should be home soon.

- You want some tea?
- Sure.

Um, do you know
where our stuff is?

Ah, in the spare room
down there.

Agent Guzman.
You gave me a shock.

Where's the McLeish woman?

Jessica, are you all right?

Yes, I am now.

What are we gonna do with him?

Nothing. You see,
I paged him to come here.

Because he killed Peter?

I didn't kill anyone.

You can't believe him.

I'm sorry, but I do, Sarah,

since you killed
Peter Hayward yourself.

Okay, Mrs. Fletcher.

Now you've led every
lawman from here to L.A.

on a major wild-goose chase.
This better be good.

You're looking for the
murderer of Peter Hayward.

There she is.

Jessica, after all
we've been through,

how can you do this to me?

I thought you
were gonna help me.

So did I, but not the way
that you intended.

But you know what
they're gonna do to me.

I'm gonna end up
just like Peter,

except they're not gonna
be able to find the body.

Oh, forget the act,
Sarah. It's over.

I thought you were in trouble,

and all the time,
you were simply using me.

Wait a minute.

You found me
at the cabin, remember?

Is this leading
somewhere, ladies?

There was only one thing
in Peter's house

which identified you, this.

And the inscription on the back,

"With My darling Sarah,"

is supposedly written by Peter,

but it matches the handwriting
on yourdining car check.

Yes, I wrote that
for Peter as a memento.

No! You wrote this and
planted it in Peter's house,

hoping that I'd remember the
discussion we had on the train

about the cabin and go up there.

Well, I hope that your novels

are more believable than this.

You've got to admit, this
is pretty slim pickings.

Two things gave you
away today, Sarah.

You talked about
your nephew, Charlie...

as if he really existed.

But he was only a cover story
for the train journey.

Exactly! And that convinced me

that Sarah was
just befriending me

until she could get
what she wanted.

But something else had been
nagging at me for a while,

and I realized the truth
when you described

how quiet Hannibal is with you.

Hannibal?

Her dog. It's trained
to attack on sight.

Definitely the most vicious pet
that I've ever seen,

and it wouldn't
hesitate to attack

anyone who even thought
of harming Sarah.

And you told me that it liked
Peter just as much as you.

So what?

So why didn't it attack

the murderer
you claimed you saw?

Because the only shooter
the dog wouldn't attack

is McLeish here.

No.

Sarah wanted those satellite
codes at any cost,

and once she killed Peter,

no one else would know about her
elaborate confidence scheme.

If you're right, why would she

step forward as a witness
to her own crime?

It was unlucky timing.

Sarah intended to kill Peter
and steal the codes,

and after she shot him,

she was disturbed
by the passing police car.

She covered her escape

by not escaping at all.

She posed
as a terrified witness.

Well, let's suppose I buy all this, Mrs.
Fletcher.

Where are the codes now?

Well, they're in her purse.

I don't even have a purse.

No. You left it
in the dining car,

which seemed strange
to me at the time.

No woman would ever
leave her purse behind,

unless she meant to.

So what's your point?

Today she asked me
if I still had the purse,

but I never told you
or anyone else

that I'd picked it up
in the dining car.

How did you know
Mrs. Fletcher had it?

This is the most
ridiculous story.

She could only
have found that out

from someone else who saw me
pick it up in the dining car.

You didn't leave it by mistake.

You left it there
to transfer the codes

to whomever you're working with.

And Sarah must have
spoken to that person

since she got off the train.

Okay, but why in heaven's name

would she come back
to Agua Verde?

Well, to erase any evidence
of her relationship with Peter.

Whenever she came
to see Hayward,

they always met up in the cabin,

where she wouldn't be seen.

Whose idea was it
to take the train to Florida?

She said she was
afraid of flying.

So Sarah conned you
into putting her on a train

that she knew
went past Agua Verde.

So right from the start,
Mata Hari here

was using Hayward
to get at the codes.

How come she latched on
to the one guy

who'd found the flaw
in our satellite codes?

Peter had tried to report
his findings to the Pentagon.

And we know that the spy
ring got information out

through several times before.

And where's this purse now?

Well, it's in the safe
at the hotel.

You could have contacted me
directly, Mrs. Fletcher.

I did when I used
my calling card.

I just didn't know that Sarah

was going to switch
the license plates.

You don't have anything
you can take into court.

- I'm leaving.
- I don't think so.

We're keeping you
under protective custody

until we can
sort this thing out.

Uh, you were lucky
this time, Guzman,

but if you want to stay
with this agency,

you better learn
to play by the book.

Wait a minute.

What about Richard Loomis?

Sarah was already off the train,

so she couldn't possibly
have killed him.

That was a local murder,
Mrs. Fletcher.

He didn't work for the NSA.

No, but they
had to be connected.

I mean, chances are that
if you find his killer,

you're gonna find
Sarah's accomplices.

You're probably right,

but I'm gonna worry
about that later.

First, I've gotta retrieve
a 64-gigabyte silicon chip.

Come on. Let's go.

A silicon chip.

Now he tells me.

Appreciate the help.

Agent Guzman, it's
critical that we get back

to Agua Verde
as quickly as possible.

I-I can't do that
without authori...

The hell with it.

You've been right so far.
Now what?

Well, the Sheriff's son,

I think he has
the satellite codes.

I need to call a lawyer. Now.

Joe, thought you had baseball
practice this afternoon?

Yeah, I'm just
heading down there.

Then go before I take
that thing away from you.

Still busy.

How long can it be busy?

Jim? It's Jessica Fletcher.

Hi! How you doing?

Jim, do you know
where little Joe is?

He just went down
to the park. Why?

Well, he may be in some danger.

And it's all my
fault. Just don't let him

or that electronic game
out of your sight.

Okay.

Got it.

Hey, good one!

- Where's my boy?
- Haven't seen him.

Got it!

Joe, you okay?

I been looking all over for you.

Why didn't you go to practice?

I was just playing one game
before I go down to the park.

Oh, thank goodness
you found him.

- Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.
- Hi, Joe.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to have the game back.

I promise not to play as much.

You do?

Only when Dad says.

Good, because I've
ordered you one

with new game cartridges in it,

and it'll be waiting for
you at the drugstore.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

Well, we're gonna get it later.

You're going to the park.

Thanks for keeping this
safe for me.

That's it?

Yeah. Doesn't look like much.

Well, we'd better
get it back to the NSA.

I'll be happy when that happens.

This job has been screwy
from the start.

You're about the only person

that didn't have
a double identity.

Wait a minute.

On the train, Sarah's
name was Judy Taylor.

So?

Well, suppose someone
apart from Loomis

or the federal authorities

called Sarah by her real name.

It'd have to be
her contact, then.

It has to be.

Which means we know
who shot Loomis.

We do?

I'm gonna need this.

Yeah, my favorite author.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Oh, there she is.

Yoo-hoo, Jessica.

Break a leg.

Jack, that's for the theater,
not a lecture.

You're right, dear.

Cyrus.

Jessica.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is my great pleasure

to introduce
today's guest speaker.

Now, you all know her
as a distinguished author,

but you may not be as aware
of her academic credentials

as a teacher of both
writing and criminology.

My good friend,
Jessica Fletcher.

Thank you. Thank you, Cyrus.
Thank you.

I was going to talk to you
today about my latest novel,

but instead I've decided

to talk to you
about something else.

And since every good story
deserves a good title,

I've decided to call this one,

"Murder and How Not
to Get Away With It."

It's a tale of intrigue
and deception,

where those
who seem the most innocent

turn out to be
cold blooded killers.

I do hope you'll all be able
to stay for the entire plot.

It starts with
a simple electronic game

and an eastbound train.