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Well, now that a year has gone by, I'm
not afraid to admit I was scared to

death. You seem to have gotten past that
all right. But you just can't stop

grinning. Well, by the time I got it
right, don't you think I was number

Fact, Mark.

Promise not to laugh, okay? I'm not.

We are thinking about health.

We are trying to start a family.

Wonderful.

Wait till you see what I got her for her
anniversary, okay?

Jennifer, where's she? Jennifer, oh. I
thought you deserted me. Oh, no way.

Mark, we don't see enough of you around
here. Jennifer, listen, if things are

like this all the time, I might just
rent you a guest house.

Everybody,

over here, over here.

I want to thank you all for being here
on this wonderful anniversary.

The smartest decision I ever had the
good sense to make.

Now, present time.

Okay!

What am I hearing, Bill? I don't believe
it!

Oh, my God!

It's gorgeous.

A viper? How did he get on your
Christmas list? He likes to tinker it.

Who, Jennifer? Yeah, she loves engines,
and she's good at it, too. We were stuck

someplace in the terrible little village
in the middle of Turkey with this

rented piece of junk, and it dies, and
she repairs the engine right there.

Excuse me.

Yeah, what is it?

All right.

Calm down, calm down.

I'll be there.

Just relax.

I'll take care of it.

Good night.

Nine in my office.

Problem? I've got a minor emergency.
I've got to go into the office tonight.

I love you, Bill Stratton.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hello.

Somebody in here?

How did you get past security?

Jennifer has reminded me of a favorite
passage of Bill's, a passage from which

he always drew great strength.

Bring back to my remembrance the glory I
had with thee before this world began.

He giveth power to the faint, and to
them that have no might he increaseth

strength.

They that wait upon the Lord shall renew
their strength.

They shall mount up with wings as
eagles.

They shall run and not be weary.

And they shall walk and not faint.

Amen.

How are

you

doing, Dad? I'm fine. You're a surprise.

Well, not everybody that shows up at a
funeral comes to grieve. I'm working.

Is that who I think it is?

Yeah, it's Bill. It's his anxious. I was
just supposed to hold him for a second.

Any leads?

Not much. We know the caliber of gun
that was used.

We'll run a usual registration check on
anybody who was connected with Stratton.

I don't want any excuses.

Get it out of there.

All right?

No loose ends.

Doesn't look like he's here for a
tearful farewell, either.

I don't think he'd give his own mother a
tearful farewell.

His name is Stan Mackey. He's a street
thug who moved up.

His specialty is running illegal aliens
and using them as slave labor and

sweatshops. How does a man like that get
to know Bill?

Might be interesting to find out.

Have any idea who the bad suit is?

That, if you can believe it, is Bill's
old law partner. And they had a nasty

split. Looks like he was born to wear
polyester. I'm surprised to see him here

to tell you the truth.

Well, since you know almost everyone
here...

Tell me who the dry -eyed woman in black
is.

That's Lenore, Bill's daughter by his
first marriage.

He didn't talk much about her. Another
nasty split?

I don't know.

You know, Amanda's got some time next
week. We've got an idea to have her look

into it. I'd appreciate that.

Any of Jennifer's family here?

She's got one sister, I think,
someplace.

Don't tell me. She hated Bill, too.

I don't know that much about her.

Just an idea I had based on most
everyone else here.

It's the angriest funeral I've ever
seen.

Yeah, maybe we should check out the
sister, too.

Not a bad idea.

All right. Let me know what you dig up.
Yeah, you too.

Father, would you?

Oh, of course.

Mr. Helm, Steve Sloan, homicide.

I need to ask you a few questions.

I didn't think you'd get around to me
this fast. I am flattered.

I saw you sizing up the funeral.

I understand you weren't too happy with
Stratton over the partnership split.

Split?

You mean like we agreed to part company?

Split? Just two gentlemen deciding to
end a nice little business arrangement?

Boy, did she see you coming.

She? Yeah, she.

Yeah, this helps.

Well, you keep the back brace on all the
time. What are you doing going out in

public for anyway? Listen, you have a
brain concussion. A slipped disc and

possible whiplash.

You want to see a movie? Get pay -per
-view.

Dumbass.

Guy gets rear -ended.

by a button.

You can't even stay in bed a couple of
months.

Nice office you have here.

Yeah.

I got a lot of work to do, so let's just
get our nice little chat out of the

way, shall we?

Tell me about she.

You know damn well who I'm talking
about.

The child bride.

I worked with Stratton for 15 years.

I screwed up a couple of times, but
Bill, always believed in me.

That is, until the lovely Miss Jennifer
whispered in his ear a couple of times,

and then I'm out the door.

Mrs. Stratton had Bill get rid of you?
Me and many others believe me. She made

clean sweep of all the old friends
before those wedding bells rang, I'll

you. Hell, he didn't just get married,
he got lobotomized.

Well, the reports were that he was a
very happy man.

He probably was.

He paid enough for it.

She turned him into a real bastard, you
know that?

You hated him so much, why'd you go to
the funeral?

It's my pleasure where I find it.

Besides, you never know, may run into an
old client or two who's just fresh out

of a lawyer.

Mr. Helms, I'm afraid we're not quite
done. Yeah, we are, cop.

Helms.

Look, I'm not having a real good time
here either, okay?

You want me to go away? Why don't you
just tell me where you were the night

Stratton was killed?

The ballet.

Listen to you.

Go away.

And don't come back until you've got
something to charge me with.

You know, Helms, I really hope you
aren't laying on this. Oh, yeah.

So I never have to see you again.

Lenore has a little coffee shop out in
the valley. I'll check it out. I think

Mark wants me to handle it. I don't
think so, man. You're pregnant. You need

stay off your feet. You know, for a
bright young doctor, you don't have a

about healthy pregnant women. I am
pregnant, not sick, and I'll take care

Hey, what can I do? Go away. I want to
talk to Mark alone. Now.

Yes, sir.

What is it, brother?

Nothing. I need a favor. What?

Beneath this coat and tie...

The master's degree in administration
from Yale and the calculator lies a high

baritone. I'm auditioning for the
community theater.

You're kidding.

What show?

Pirates of Penzance.

Oh, that's a wonderful one. What part?

The general, of course. The general. The
general.

But I need a little rehearsing.

And, you know, since you're such a good
accompanist, and I figured maybe that

piano thing you have in your den...
You'll be happy to rehearse.

Terrific. We'll arrange a time later.
Okay.

Desbians unite. I can't wait. Me
neither.

My father wasn't a parent.

He was the CEO.

These are the people who raised me.

Willa Cather, Dorothy Parker.

What about your mother?

Well, there wasn't much left of her
after he moved on to wife number two,

three.

You know, the day that your father died,
your name was in his appointment book.

Oh, how convenient.

I wonder who could have done that.

Made sure everybody knew I was with him.

Mommy Dears made me.

God, I'm two years younger than she is.

Oh dear, have I gotten into some wicked
stepmother stuff?

No, not really. I don't have a problem
with Jennifer.

At least she's obvious.

She was thanking my father for a ride
and everybody knew it.

With the fight with your father about
money?

Is that what she told you?

No, uh, no, it wasn't about money.

Well, what was it about, if you don't
mind me asking?

Yeah, uh... I didn't kill my father.

No, no, no, I'm sorry, Lenore. It's just
that Mark wants to know what happened.

Now, the man may have been a lousy
father to you, but he was somebody's

Yeah, well, that man, Dr.

Sloan's friend, told me he wanted to
have more kids.

I don't know, maybe he figured he hadn't
abandoned enough children already.

When I got my driver's license, I took
my mother's car and I drove from our

house to his house.

37 minutes, that's all it took. I
couldn't believe it. 37 minutes.

He never once came to see me.

Christmases, birthdays, not once since I
was five years old.

This was the man who wanted to have more
children.

Well, I had no idea that Lenore had
grown so far apart from her father.

Even witnessing her anger. I looked at
all those pictures with her, all those

women that she idolized.

I don't know, I just don't see her as a
killer.

No, but she is an angry daughter.

Hey, when do we find out who inherits
the money?

What's that supposed to mean?

Come on, whoever inherits the money
inherits the guilt.

Can you be a little more creative,
Jesse?

Amanda, we're talking several million
dollars here. Several million motive

dollars. And not much due process.

Hey. Hey. What did you find out about
Helms?

Well, he's a mess.

A mess with an alibi?

Don't know yet, but if he has one, it's
probably a bartender. I turned up a

short, ugly bio.

Since his partnership with Bill Stratton
is off, Mr. Helms has gotten himself up

to his neck in debt.

He's gone through a nasty divorce,
racked up two DUIs, and an assault

against a guy who owed him money.

You know, you could have called me and
told me that.

Yes, but I did because something even
more interesting and charming Mr. Helms

turned up.

Ten days before Stratton was shot, a .32
caliber Beretta was purchased and

registered to Jennifer Stratton.

And I'll bet you she inherits
everything.

Well, that's worth looking into. Let's
go.

Why didn't you tell us about the gun?

Never occurred to me.

What's wrong with the engine?

Nothing. It's just the best therapy I
could think of.

It never occurred to you to tell us you
bought a gun just ten days before your

husband... Was killed?

What went on ten days before was not
exactly uppermost in my mind at the

Would you like to turn the engine over?

Thought you'd never ask.

Would you like to see the gun?

Well, now that you brought it up, yes.

Bill insisted I buy the gun.

I didn't want it.

You know, I always thought Bill hated
guns. Did he tell you why he wanted you

have it?

Protection. He was worried about me
being alone.

It's right through here.

Did you talk to Alan Helms?

I can't believe that.

The clown had the nerve to show up at
Bill's funeral.

You said he hadn't seen your husband in
months.

He was just here a couple of weeks ago,
trying again to get money out of Bill.

Did Bill give it to him?

Absolutely not.

Helms roared out of here, probably get
back to his bottle.

Not here.

Who else knew about the gun?

Nobody, I don't think.

Maybe Bill took it with him. Maybe he
was afraid there'd be trouble that

Mrs. Stratton, I have to ask you this.

Where were you the night Bill went to
his office?

Here. What are you saying?

Sorry, Jennifer.

Did anybody see you here? A housekeeper?
A servant?

How about a sister?

Hi, I'm Joan.

Mark, you're staring.

Yes, I'm sorry.

You said you had a sister, but I'm sorry
for staring.

Don't be.

We're used to it. Every time we're
together, people tend to stare. It

embarrass us, so we shouldn't let it
bother you, like I said. We're used to

by now, or at least we should be.

You really do that twin talking back and
forth thing.

Sometimes we just can't resist doing
that to people.

Sorry.

About the night Bill was shot.

Jennifer called me about 8 and said that
Bill had to go to the office on some

sort of emergency.

I didn't want to be alone.

I just rented a couple videos and came
on out.

How long did you stay?

All night.

Why?

Am I a suspect?

No, you understand we have to ask these
questions.

Of course.

We ordered Chinese. They got here about
10, 10 .30. You can check with the

restaurant.

Jennifer, let us know if that gun turns
up.

Of course.

One other thing.

You have any idea why Stan Mackey was at
the funeral?

Stan Mackey? I think he was the client
it built.

Stan Mackey, a sweatshop boss, was a
client of your husband's.

I think. You can double -check with his
office.

I'll do that.

What do you think?

Dead ringers.

I mean, Stan Mackey, the missing gun.
They're out.

What are you looking into?

What am I looking into?

Now, the delivery boy, I want you to
talk to his name. Al Cho. Did you know

one -eighth of all natural pregnancies
actually begin with twins? The owner of

the restaurant said that Al was working
the night that Bill was born. It's not

like one out of 80 or 90 births actually
produce the twins. It's called the

vanishing twin. Now, I want you to ask
him who he delivered the food to and

time exactly he was there. Now,
identical twins that have been reared

choosing the same majors in college and
the same careers. I mean, this is mind

-blowing. Then you got that, I mean,
these are studies that put a crimp in

whole nature of nature. Jesse, Al Cho.

Because I'm tight.

No, I... I'm kidding. I heard. I heard.
Bel Air, alibi check, alcho, Chinese

food. Gee, Doc.

Black.

Stan Mackey.

What's that doing there?

I always clean Mr.

Stratton's desk and lock up the client
files every night.

Well, maybe you forgot this one.

I never forget.

Somebody left it out.

Boy, the Immigration Department and the
IRS would love to get their hands on

this. That's privileged information.

It might also have the killer's prints
on it.

Who else had access to these files?

Mr. Stratton, myself, and his wife,
Jennifer. I think she also had a key.

What about his computer?

Whenever he entered anything into his
system, it was automatically transferred

to mine. Except for personal things.

Like his will?

Yes.

I suppose you'd like to see that, too.
If you don't mind.

That's odd.

He's changed his will. His daughter
Lenore's been deleted.

Sole beneficiary of my beloved wife,
Jennifer Stratton.

This is dated a month before he was
killed.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Meaning?

Well, Mrs.

Stratton thought that Lenore was
spoiled, ungrateful.

Thought she should make it on her own
financially.

Do you think Mrs. Stratton had him
change his will?

Knowing Mrs. Stratton, I don't have a
doubt.

I opened the door at the Stratton place.

What'd she look like?

In my delivery area, they all look
alike.

Rich. Can you think?

Um, blonde hair, thin, good -looking. A
lot.

Something great.

Here.

Free delivery, I accept it.

Any other questions?

Are you sure it was 9 .45 when you left
there?

Well, I got back to the shop about 10.
That's when my shift ended.

Hey, look, I've got to get this stuff
delivered. Is there anything else about

that night that you remember? Anything
odd or unusual?

Yeah, the car. It was amazing.

A black Viper. Right.

I'm starting to leave, and this woman
drives up in this thing and goes to the

back of the place. What did this woman
look like?

Oh, I just saw her for a second in the
headlights.

I guess she kind of looked like that
woman at the door.

Okay?

Okay. All right, I'm out of here. Yeah,
thanks.

Thirty bucks for Egg Fu Young?

Not including tips.

Okay, Norman, let's try it with the
music. Want to start from the top?

Okay.

One, two, three, four.

When do I come in?

When do I come in?

Come in any time. Just jump in there.

I am the very major... I am... I am the
very model of a major... I am the very

model of...

Wait, let's sing it from the top again.

Try and do it twice as fast.

Why?

Because that's the way it's supposed to
be performed.

Okay. All right, and loosen up a little.
Give it a little movement.

Okay. That's what it needs.

I am the very model of a major, major
general. You've got to go faster.

I am the very model of a modern major
general, life information, vegetable,

animal, and mineral. I know the kings of
England, and I quote the vice

historical from Marathon to Waterloo, an
order categorical. I'm supposed to be

doing that.

Well, just run it like that. Go ahead.
What do you want? I got some news. Okay,

practice a little bit.

That's the way you should do it, that
fast.

I am the very major of the... I am the
very model... What did you find out?

Be my guest. Okay. The delivery guy said
that he saw a black Viper pull up to

the house driven by someone who looked a
lot like Joan.

Jennifer lied.

They both lied.

How long would it take to get from
Stratton's office to his house at that

of night, do you think?

Forty -five minutes.

Well, I was in my car. I thought I'd
give it a shot.

So if it was Jennifer the delivery guy
who saw her returning home... We don't

know that for sure.

Well, fine, but if it was, she had time
to meet Bill at nine.

Kill him and get back in time for the
delivery man to see her return.

But why would you want to kill Bill?

Money. I went to Stratton's office and
discovered that he had changed his will.

Lenora is out and Jennifer gets
everything.

I knew it. That's it. Case closed.

No, no, wait just a minute. I mean,
there's nothing solid there.

Actually, there is.

While I was going through Stratton's
desk, I just happened upon Stan Mackey's

file, conveniently laying on top of the
desk.

Well, then how do you know it wasn't
Mackey the bill went to see that night

he killed him? That's exactly what the
killer wants us to think.

Except for one thing.

The secretary didn't pull the file and
she doubts that Stratton did himself.

So I had the folder printed and guess
whose prints came up all over the file?

Jennifer.

I think she's setting Mackey up.

That she can get a bundle of cash free
and clear.

You know, there may be some explanation
for the folder, though.

How do you explain the gun?

You found it?

In a storm drain near Stratton's office.

And Jennifer's fingerprints were all
over it.

Oh, my.

I think it's time we had a little talk
with her.

Look, Dad, I know this is hard on you,
so I'll do it alone. Well, I should go

with you as backup.

I'll go with you. It's all right, Jesse.

It's not a problem. See you later, Dad.

Yeah, right, later.

Jesse, you're not going with me? I am
the very model of a modern major

I'm information vegetable.

That's it.

Go.

I am the very model. I can't do it with
the music.

Oh.

Stratton, it's Detective Sloan.

Stratton?

Hello?

Anybody?

There's got to be somebody here.

Check in there. I'll take a look on the
terrace.

Can't find her anywhere.

You hear that?

Come on.

Let's check around back.

Get her out of here.

Lay down.

Easy.

See if you can help her. I'll get the
car.

It's blown.

I need an ambulance right away.

Never mind.

Dead.

She also confessed.

Suicide.

She knew we were getting close.

I'm sorry, Dad.

She finally confessed?

Told the whole story.

sneaking into Bill's office, shooting
him, tossing a gun.

I'm on my way to tell Joan now. You want
to come along?

Yeah. Yeah, I think I should.

I'm really very sorry.

Are you okay?

It's just that she... And she confessed
to everything?

We checked. The note was in her
handwriting.

Well, I suppose I'd better make some
arrangements or something.

Jonas, one thing we need to know.

Why did you lie to us about the night
Bill was killed?

What are you talking about?

You said the two of you were together,
but the delivery man saw Jennifer arrive

home.

Did you know she was going to Bill's
office?

No, I swear I didn't.

Jennifer told me that she was meeting
Lenore to lend her some money.

Why? Bill thought that Lenore's bookshop
was a bad investment, so he wouldn't

help her.

Jennifer said that she felt sorry for
her and that she was going to meet her

without Bill knowing.

Why didn't you say something?

Well, after what happened to Bill, Jenny
said that it wouldn't look good, her

being gone. I swear I was just trying to
help her. It never occurred to me that

she could hurt anyone.

I understand.

Maybe if I'd known she was so depressed
when I called her.

Maybe she'd still be alive.

You talked to her?

What time was that?

I don't know.

About 3 .30.

Well, look, don't blame yourself.

There's nothing you could have done.

Thank you for saying that.

We'll be in touch.

What's on your mind?

What time did you and Jesse find
Jennifer's body?

I think it was about 3 .30.

But if she talked to Joan then, it had
to be at least 3 .40, 3 .45.

Could check my notes. Yeah, I'll do
that.

I'm going to go back and look at
Jennifer's garage again.

What for? We got a murder weapon with
prints and a signed confession.

It's not hard to figure out that
Jennifer did it and then checked herself

That's just it. It's not hard. As a
matter of fact, it's awfully easy.

Come on, I'll buy you a donut.

Cops.

Let's go this way first.

Now tell me again, did you notice
anything at all unusual when you

the body?

Aside from her being dead, no.

What color was her skin? Was it pale,
bright red?

Neither. It was pretty normal in color.

How was the body positioned?

Kind of head plumped over, resting on
the steering wheel.

How high would you say that ceiling is?

I don't know.

20 feet?

About 20, yeah.

What is this all about?

Well, first of all, carbon monoxide
death usually causes the skin to turn

red. And the victim normally will get
sleepy first and lay to the side before

succumbing. Believe me, this place was
filled with fumes. Well, sure it was.

But according to my calculations...

Given the size of this garage and the
fact that very little fuel was burned, I

don't think there was enough carbon
monoxide generated to kill Jennifer.

Then what did?

Well, I think that's something we're
going to have to find out.

You're not going to rehearse with me
anymore? Norman, I can't rehearse with

anymore. I need the piano part.

I taped the piano part. And all the
general stuff is here? All the general

is on there. Good, then you could just
coach me. No, but I'll be there in

spirit. I don't want you there in
spirit, Mark. Norman, just remember,

tempo, articulation, and have fun with
it. Excuse me.

Mark, what's going on? The coroner just
delivered Jennifer Stratton's body to

the pathology lab. Good, I'll explain on
the way.

But the audition's tomorrow.

Norman, I'm sorry, but I got an autopsy
today.

But I'm not the model of a modern major
general yet.

I don't think I can do it without you.

Carry on.

Jesse, please don't breathe down my
back. You're taking the starch out of my

uniform. Anything unusual in the pre
-lim? Uh, no. Stomach contact is normal.

Tore contact lenses.

Body showed no obvious abrasions or
contusions.

Contact? I figured.

Joan wears glasses, and it's not unusual
for identical twins' eyesight to

progress at the nearly identical
pattern.

I can't see any other cause.

Even childhood diseases like measles and
chicken pox, when twins have been

raised separately, the onset is at
nearly the identical time.

What were the carboxyhemoglobin levels
in the blood?

A 5%. Well, that's not even consistent
with the cause of death. There'd have to

be much higher levels than that.

Do you guys remember the story about
those two twins that were reunited after

years and they had weighed the exact
same weight? And at the reunion, they

wearing the same color shirt, same tie,
same pants.

In fact, they had both even been married
twice. First time to women named

Lyndon, the second time to women named
Betty or something.

And they even named their kids the same
names.

Isn't that fascinating?

No. Not even a little?

Hyoid cartilage.

Yeah.

Hemorrhage on both sides of the larynx
as well.

Strangulation? Yeah.

Tough way to kill yourself.

Jennifer was murdered.

You know, it's a pretty good bet that
whoever killed Jennifer killed Bill.

How do you account for the fact that
Jennifer's friends were all over the gun

that killed Bill? I can't.

But let's think about it. We've got
three people who all have very real

for killing the both of them.

Mackie, Helms, and Lenore.

Mackie knew that Bill had major
information on him, so he put him in

And Jennifer tried to set him up for
Bill's murder. That couldn't have made

Mackie very happy.

And Helms helped Bill cut him out of the
law firm.

Jennifer got her to do it, too.

Then, of course, we have Lenore.

Angry daughter who should have
inherited.

Then along comes step -mommy number
four, who gets it all.

You know, now that Jennifer's dead, it's
going to be pretty interesting to see

if all that money reverts back to
Lenore.

Mr.

Kramer is digging into Jennifer's will
to see who's going to get real rich real

quick. Did you want to check on Joan?

She's very anxious to get her sister's
body cremated.

Already did.

You know, maybe Amanda should talk to
Lenore again now, anyway.

Good idea.

Son, can I get you something? Chicken,
pig, water buffalo, something like that?

No, thanks, Dad.

I'm not very hungry.

I just thought that Jennifer would loan
me money to save this place.

Thank you.

God bless our dead little hive.

And your father wouldn't, huh? No way.

No.

You did know that your father had cut
you out of his will, huh?

Yeah. Pretty sure Jennifer put him up to
it.

Did you know about Jennifer's?

No.

I didn't know she had a will.

Look, I know you didn't come here to
help me pack.

I was here the day Jennifer died.

All day.

You can ask the movers or probably the
waitress if you like.

I'm really relieved to hear you say
that.

So you're really broke?

Completely.

But I've been broke before.

Sorry. No, don't be.

So thick of it all.

So tacky.

At least now I can get on with my own
life.

And you have all of these?

Yes.

A wonderful bunch of ladies.

You know, for what it's worth, I think
your father missed out on an awful lot.

Yeah.

Me too.

You're here to see Dr. Sloan?

I'm not sure Dr.

Sloan is in the hospital right now.

Uh, lady, uh, Barbara.

I would be low to intrude upon your
valuable time if I were not already

that Dr. Sloan was in the building.

Well, I guess I could, uh, page him.

I was telling my associate as we
approached your station.

I said to him, he's a clever one.

Yes, well, uh, Could I tell Dr. Sloan
the nature of your visit?

Yeah, let's just say I have a nervous
condition.

Well, I guess I don't have to join the
Actors Guild.

You lost the part. I'm sorry.

But I am the very model of a modern
major general.

Who got it?

Milo Zutman. He was pathetic.

I'm information, vegetable, animal, and
mineral. Bang, I'll go with dentures.

Then his back seizes up when he goes to
pick them up.

How did he get the part?

Well, it's community theater.

The bigger the donation, the bigger the
pot.

Milo was worth millions.

That's a shame. What are you going to
do? Okay. Did you get a part, by the

Oh, I got a part.

I got a part.

The third policeman.

From the general to the third policeman.

I'm going back to therapy.

Mr. Mackey.

Dr. Sloan, we have something we need to
discuss.

Why, sure. You want to step into my
office? No, here is fine. Here's fine

me. Look, I had a great association with
Bill until he looked too closely into

some of my enterprises.

You must have been a little surprised
when your own lawyer might have turned

into the INS.

Yeah, he had such a... What is it?

Oh, principles.

Yeah, I hate principles.

Fortunately, Jennifer persuaded him to
look the other way when it came to my

entrepreneurial skills.

Jennifer did that?

Yeah. I introduced her to Stratton, you
know.

And Jennifer made it very much worth my
while.

Jennifer's dead, you know.

Yes, I know.

And I hear that you are pointing the
finger at me.

You see these?

Yes. Airplane tickets. You were out of
the country the night Jennifer was

killed.

Yeah, I was in Rome.

I knew that.

You did?

Yeah, I just saw. I don't know why
anybody would say I was pointing

you.

So there's no need for me to be doing
this song and dance for you? Not as far

I'm concerned.

That's that?

That's that.

What's the matter with you? You bring me
all the way down here. You think I need

this?

Doctor?

Get outside, you. I can't believe you.

Second time with you. Take these stairs.

There you are.

Hi, what'd you find out? Well, we can
count Lenore out as a suspect for

anything. So where was she when Jennifer
was killed?

In her coffee shop with loads of
witnesses.

Hey, guys.

Hi. What's up?

Well, you can scratch Helms as a
suspect.

He was in a county drunk tank when
Jennifer was killed.

That's Lenore and Helms off the list.

And Mackie, he was out of the country.

Well, who's left?

Well, guess who Jennifer left her
inherited estate to?

The same person who quit her government
job the day after Jennifer was killed.

Joan? The one and only.

You want to go with me on this one? Oh,
absolutely.

See you later.

Listen, before we go, could I have a
look at her phone bill for the last few

weeks? I'll call it in from the car.

I have to get out of here. This whole
thing has just been too much. Where are

you going?

Mexico. It's cheap.

I wouldn't think you'd be worried about
cheap anymore.

Since Jennifer left you everything,
you're going to be a wealthy woman soon.

We know about the phone call.

You called the Stratton house right in
the middle of their anniversary party.

Your phone bill proves it.

You were the one with the emergency.

The one Bill thought he was going to
meet that night.

Okay, now wait a minute.

Jenny asked me to call Bill to get him
out of the house for a while.

I never went to his office.

I thought I was helping Jennifer get
money to Lenore. I honestly thought

where she went.

Joan, you just don't strike me as being
that gullible.

I did not kill Bill.

I was at the house all night. People saw
me there. The maid, the delivery boy.

Oh, Jennifer did kill Bill.

But then you killed Jennifer.

My own sister.

You think I could do that?

Here's what I think.

I think you and your sister got together
on this.

I think you made that phone call. And I
think you backed up her alibi while she

went down and killed her husband.

And I think you were both going to split
the money.

Are you charging me with murder?

We're pretty close.

And you're basing all of this on a phone
bill that says I called my sister on

her anniversary.

Well, I'm sorry, you have nothing.

Now, I have a plane to catch and I would
like you both to please leave.

Couldn't you have held her for
questioning until we got some more? I

DA wouldn't go for it.

We better get something quick or she's
going to be gone. The airport says that

plane she has to catch is Stratton's
private jet.

She'll be in Mexico by midnight.

And who knows where the next day?

Well, somewhere with easy access to a
Swiss bank account, I know doubt.

No doubt.

The answer is somewhere in this autopsy
report. I know it.

Dad, you've been through that thing a
million times.

Where's my glasses?

Glasses.

Glasses? Let's get to the airport.

651.

Please, open up the gate.

I have to come inside, sir.

I haven't got time to come inside.

I'm sorry, sir. This is a private...

Let's go.

This is outrageous.

You're going to be hearing from my
lawyer.

Yeah, you're going to need one.

It was such a little thing.

What are you talking about?

Open your bag.

Open the bag.

Ah, saline solution.

I saw it when we were packing and it
didn't dawn on me. It only hit me later.

Why would Joan have saline solution for
contacts?

Joan wears glasses.

Jennifer wears contacts.

I'm going to miss my plane because of a
bottle of saline?

You got Stan Mackie to introduce you to
Bill, and he fell in love?

He married Jennifer.

That's right, he married you.

But you got greedy.

Why did you have to have it all,
Jennifer? This is ridiculous.

You knew if you killed Bill, there was a
good chance you'd get caught.

So you brought Joan in on it.

She was up for it.

What she didn't know is you had a whole
other plan for her.

You killed Bill and framed yourself.

Then you strangled Joan, you put her in
that car, and wrote your own confession.

And since Jennifer was dead of a
suicide, there wouldn't be any

Case closed, no loose ends.

You two have been having a field day,
haven't you?

Oh, one other little thing. You made a
small mistake in the garage when you put

the contacts in Joan's eyes.

You put the left one in the right eye,
and the right one in the left eye.

Was that close?

Oh, you were very close.

The little things that'll kill you.

How come you didn't mention his contact
lens mix -up in the autopsy report?

It wasn't in the report.

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