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So you're actually going to sail the
boat yourself?

It's only a 30 -foot fluke. Oh, please,
Lonnie. I'm from Elgin, Illinois.

Tractors I get. Fluke, no.

Come on, it's not like we're sailing in
the America's Cup.

It's a little cruise up the coast.

Are you sure you know how to turn it
around?

Look, Jesse, if you don't want to go
through with it... No, no, no, no, I do.

And I've always wanted to try sailing.
It's just I can't get out of this

impending doom mode.

Oh, no, that's helpful.

What do you suppose is going on?

I don't know. Who cares? I just want to
go sailing.

Smell that?

Isn't it great?

Actually, it smells like dead fish.

Are you going to act like this all day?

No, it's just I don't want to end up
like that. You know, look.

Jesse. I'll be right back.

Is there always this big a deal when
someone pulls in a shark?

Not the shark. It's what he ate for
lunch.

Excuse me.

I sure hope he wasn't out sailing.

Morning, Dad. Morning.

Coffee in there?

Well, my beeper hasn't gone off yet. I
guess I got time for a cup.

Well, make that half a cup.

Hey, how about that arm?

How'd you hear about that?

Well, Jesse called last night. He was
out in the marina when they brought it

And it was in the paper this morning.
Page three, column two. Uh -huh.

With an article for the Curiosity file.

Well, it was a great news day this
morning.

What do you know about it?

As far as we can tell, he fell off his
boat. We haven't found it, but the

master thinks it must have drifted. What
about the arm?

We ID'd it late last night. It was
attached to a guy named Preston

Oh, Preston Michaels from the Palisades?

Yeah.

Why, you know him? Very well.

I took his gallbladder out about ten
years ago.

He's been giving me stock tips ever
since. He's a very big broker. He offers

over the country.

Oh, I'll bet B's a mess.

B?

His wife.

One of those woman -behind -the -man
kind of ladies.

So you're treating it as an accident?

Well, until he gets more info.

Huh.

Is that a huh that's going to get me
more info?

Yeah, maybe. I was just thinking it
wouldn't hurt to go by and give B my

condolences.

All right, all right.

Yeah, I gotta go.

You mind if I take your sports page? No,
go ahead.

Oh, there was an interesting article in
there about the DNA testing in athletes.

I guess it was a little longer than I
thought.

Never mind. I'll grab a paper with my
donut.

See ya.

May I help you? Yes, I'm Mark Sloan. I'm
an old friend to be in presence.

Okay.

May I see her?

Okay.

She's out back by the pool.

You want me to take you there? Okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry. I'm Susan Stimson. I'm Mr.
Michael's personal assistant.

Oh, I'm not upset.

I have a sinus infection.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. That's okay.

Excuse me?

Mrs. Michaels?

Mark.

Why does it take something like this to
get you over here? I know. I'm sorry, B.

Okay.

I'm going to get back to the funeral
arrangements.

Yeah, thank you, Susan.

Okay. Am I interrupting something?

Not at all.

Damon Bergman, this is Dr. Sloan.

Oh, yes, of course, Dr. Sloan. We spoke
about a year ago concerning Preston's

will. Oh, yes, you're his lawyer.

Yes, and you're the executor of his
will.

I am?

You didn't know that?

Oh, no. He mentioned it in passing
sometime ago. I didn't know it was

It's finalized.

And he's asked for a special reading of
his will after I recover certain items

from his safe deposit box and contact
several individuals he wanted to be

present. So, please, consider yourself
contacted.

The reading will be tomorrow morning at
10 o 'clock in Preston's office. All

right, I'll be there.

Dr. Sloan, see you. Thank you.

Um, excuse me, Bea.

Yes, please. I have to get back
downtown. The Miami and Denver offices

chaos.

Thank you. You can go. And, Evan, thanks
for jumping in.

Well, it's what I'm here for.

You might want to talk to your gardener.
I noticed your roses are infested with

aphids. Nothing in my garden gets past
you, does it? Oh, I'm sorry. Do you know

Dr. Sloan? No, I don't think we've met.
Evan Houston.

Evans, vice president of Preston's firm,
and quite an avid horticulturalist. Oh,

yeah, I saw you examining the plants
over there.

Force of habit. It's my one passion.

Do you garden, doctor?

No, all sons.

And none of them bring any.

I'd be happy to give you a couple of
tips.

I'll take some tips on stocks.

That way, if they do well, I can always
buy more plants.

Well, I've got to be going. Nice to meet
you, doctor.

If you need anything, B, just call.

Evan's a godsend.

When Preston started traveling to the
other offices around the country, Evan

really became the corporate anchor out
here.

I didn't know Preston was traveling that
much.

Oh, yes. He was gone almost six months
of the year in either Colorado or

Florida.

I'm going to miss the old guy.

Me too.

Anything I can do.

Maybe a little antihistamine.

You got it.

Lonnie, trust me, please. Those were
screams of excitement, screams of joy.

No, I called you Captain Bly as a joke,
as a cutesy little thing as the ship was

about to tip over there.

No, it wasn't funny. I know that. I'll
be right there. Was that it? What? The

arm. Yes, I'm listening, Lonnie.

The arm. I heard that Dr. Stone had it
brought over here from the corner.

Uh -huh. No, I did not purposely let go
of the rope.

I'm sorry, the halyard. Hello, what's
going on?

Ask her. No, not you.

Yes, it was the arm. What arm?

I just did x -rays. I'm now on my way to
toxicology.

Toxicology? Why? What are you looking
for?

What arm? You suspect foul play. What
arm?

Hang on. Talk to her.

Hello?

Norman Briggs.

The aft is the back.

The bow is the front.

What left, starved right? Why?

I'd love to.

Who is this?

Okay, right. Do you know how long it is?

Morning. Morning.

Hi.

Am I late? No, Raymond's not even here
yet.

How are you doing?

Oh, remarkably well, considering.

Come sit.

Yeah. Yeah, it should be fine. Okay.

Just a minute. Cool, thanks.

Anybody you know?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Heather? Hi.

But then again, I didn't know half the
people who worked for Preston. We'll be

getting started in just a second.

He must be from the Denver office.

Well, his employees were loyal, if
nothing else.

Preston always brought out the best in
everyone.

So, what have you found out?

The autopsy.

Was he intoxicated? An accident? I
assume that's how he ended up in the

We're checking.

Was he in the habit of always taking
that boat out alone?

He was no sailor.

I don't think he ever took it out.

We just went down there once in a while
for martinis.

He loved his martinis.

Sorry I'm late, ladies and gentlemen,
but it looks as though everyone is here,

so let's get started, shall we?

Hello, everyone, and thank you for
coming.

I know where you all are.

I wish I could tell you where I am, but
that's one of the problems of being

dead.

Suffice it to say, I'm off to a better
place, so...

Is this his idea of a living will?

You know, Preston, following the flair
for the dramatic.

First, I guess introductions are in
order. Bea, I know you are sitting front

center. Would you stand, please?

No.

Bea, please, stand.

Raymond, freeze this until she does.

What'd I get?

He wants you to stand up. Oh, okay.

Ladies, I want you all here today for
the reading of this will because, well,

you all have something in common.

I'm married.

Meet one of you.

Son of a bitch.

Cool.

Is she all right?

Yes, she's coming around.

Mark, tell me it's a dream, a very bad
dream.

I'm afraid not, Bea.

Shall we proceed?

Bea, I'm going to miss you.

The perfect society wife.

Nobody could plan a dinner or run a
charity benefit better than you.

Take care, Bea.

gingham curtains I know we had our
differences but I'm glad we also had our

sky romance and Heather sweet

obvious Heather it was a seller's market
and I was buying and for

everyone's modesty I'll leave out the
details but I think you can all guess

I'll miss

Give a couple of bucks, okay?

All right. Stop it. Now that we've all
met. Stop the tape. Stop it immediately.

This is a terrible joke, isn't it?

I'm afraid it's all legal, Bea. I mean,
the will part.

Shall we proceed?

By now, you've all met Mark Sloan, my
executor.

Mark, here are your marching orders,
short and sweet.

The marriages may not be legally
binding.

Just do what's right. Take care of my
wives.

Oh, and ladies,

until this is all sorted out, I want you
to stay at the house.

I think if you get to know each other,
you might understand why I love to eat

one of you.

Well, that's about it. It has been
great.

I'll see you all on the other side.

Well, there was some will.

Well, I'm speechless.

I mean, what was Preston thinking of?

I'm not sure thinking had anything to do
with it, babe. It's for you, Mark. Oh,

excuse me.

isn't it?

Terry. Oh, right.

Well, Terry, I don't know who you are or
who put you up to this, but you're not

getting a thing, and that goes for you,
too.

Obviously, you weren't listening, Dee,
but I was married to Preston.

Who wasn't?

Well, bigamy is still illegal in this
country, so any rights you think you

to Preston's money, think again.

Money was the last thing on my mind.

I came here because I lost someone that
I loved very much.

Really? And just how long was this love?

A week? A month?

Six years?

Well, I was married to the man for over
30.

I can't believe he's gone.

I mean, we were only married for two
years, but the whole time it seemed just

like a fairy tale.

Hansel and Gretel.

Ladies, excuse me. I'm afraid I have
some bad news.

Well, I don't think this day can get any
worse.

As executor of Preston's estate, I'm
afraid I'm going to have to freeze his

assets. On what ground?

Murder. Murder? What?

That was the hospital on the phone.

Toxicology reports some poison turned up
in Preston's body.

That part of his body that we have.

So until the crime is solved, I'm afraid
his estate's in limbo.

Oh, my God. I don't believe this.
Murder?

Do they have any idea who could have
done it?

Duh. What about the shark?

B, I promise you we'll do everything in
our power to find out who did this to

Preston.

Well,

they might not have to look any further
than this room.

Meaning?

If the shoe or the thong fit.

I don't have to hang out here and listen
to this.

Me neither.

Excuse me, ladies. I must remind you of
the caveat in Mr. Michaels' will that

you remain at the residence until this
is all settled.

Oh, Raymond, we don't... Raymond is
right, B.

Well, I guess I was wrong. This day can
get worse.

I'd better go run an appearance.

Hi. Hi.

This is all my fault.

I knew one day this would happen.

This? All of this.

If anybody should be blamed, it's
probably me.

I arranged Mr.

Michael's entire life.

I even arranged the wedding, sent the
invitation.

I should have spoken up years ago.

How was it the president got himself in
all this trouble?

Well, he thought he was safe.

I mean, Terry lives in Denver, Heather
in Florida. The chances that they would

all be in the same place at the same
time were impossible.

Until last week.

What happened last week?

Well, he found out that the impossible
was possible.

Tell me, did you keep records on all
three of Preston's lives?

Oh, yes.

Very detailed files.

I'm going to be needing those.

Certainly. I'll get them right away.

It's you!

Gesundheit. Thank you. You're welcome.

Dad called. Did he have something for
me? Oh, yes. Well, my able assistant

and I, we discovered some very
interesting things in your buddy's arm.

glycosides. I guess digitalis.

In English?

Well, medically speaking, digitalis is a
heart stimulant. It comes from a

substance in nature called digitalin.
It's a very deadly, very potent poison.

Digitalin? Did Preston have a heart
condition?

Well, it wasn't in his records.

Do you know the time of death?

Well, lividity would put it at about
eight hours before the Jaws incident.

Jaws incident.

Amanda wanted me to find out how long
the arm had been inside of the shark.

Now, according to Jaws' digestive
system, the bite taken out of Preston

about an hour before the fish died.

Of?

Of a heart attack.

Can a shark have a heart attack?

Oh, this one did.

I'll tell you, this is getting weirder
by the minute.

Poison, sharks, three wives in three
states, all of whom have been here long

enough to have killed him.

It's okay.

I figured I'd have to talk to the
police.

Or someone, sooner or later.

So don't be coy, Amanda.

So go ahead.

Ask. Okay.

What brought you out to L .A.? Shopping.

Preston and I had some things that we
needed to talk about.

Like?

Preston wanted a divorce.

Said he didn't want to, but had to.

Now I know why.

You knew about Terry?

Not Terry specifically, but I knew
Preston was fooling around.

I hired a private detective who
confirmed it.

But you didn't actually know that he was
married to someone else?

Oh, God, no.

Not a clue.

Are you kidding?

You must have been upset.

That's one way of putting it.

I was furious.

What the heck?

Listen, I know what you're thinking.

He was old.

I was young.

He was rich.

I wasn't.

But you loved him.

Absolutely. Damn straight.

Deeply.

When I met Pressy, I was an aerobics
instructor and nutritionist.

His BP was high.

His ACLs were through the roof. Wait a
minute. Are you talking about blood

pressure and cholesterol?

Yeah.

You're a doctor. I thought you knew
about that kind of stuff. No, I do.

I just didn't think that you would know
it.

You see, that is the difference between
crusty and, well, all other myths.

Anyway, I changed his diet, altered his
amino acid.

He called me a fountain of youth.

I called him Rambo.

Preston was the kindest, brightest.

Most gentle man that I have ever met.

We shared a life together, Amanda.

After we were married, I worked nights
until he got his broker's license.

Trouble was, the more successful he
became, the more he played around.

Must have been tough to take.

So tough you think I killed him?

Well, I suppose I could have.

I mean, after all, I wasn't just two
times, I was three times.

Was I hurt when he wanted a divorce?

You bet.

When I found out that he was lying to
me?

Sure.

Could I have killed him then?

Probably.

I never said I didn't like Presley's
money.

But if you ask me,

Bea or Terry had more of a reason to
kill him.

They didn't understand him like I did.

If anyone is capable of murder, it's
that cowgirl, Terry.

Bea. She couldn't take his playing
around.

Any more questions?

Not for now.

But... Oh, I know. Stay in touch, stay
in town.

So, that's the whole sordid story.

Let's go to lunch, shall we? I have a
standing reservation at the Four

You know, we could do some toning. How
about a run?

I'm going to grab a cab and I'll meet
you later.

Hi, Steve.

Oh, hi, Dad.

I've got Amanda and Jesse on the other
lines. Hold on while I conference you

in and you can fill me in on what
happened today.

Can you do that?

I hope so.

Anybody there?

Yeah. I did it.

Okay, who wants to start?

Me. Okay.

Heather is a 27 -year -old fitness freak
who loved Preston, but openly admits

thinking of him as a walking wallet.

She also knows her way around chemistry,
so I rest my case.

Not so fast there, Counselor.

Terry is a woman with enough of the old
West in her to hang a cattle rustler,

and she was threatened by divorce from
Preston. Let's not forget about the

woman's scorn. She was married to the
philanderer for nearly 40 years. She's

openly hostile, and she's become very
accustomed to her wealthy way of life.

So who did it?

Well, hang on. I have another call.

Yes? Dr. Sloan?

Yes. Raymond Bergman.

Listen, I've been going over some
things.

I think I know who killed Preston.

Mr.

Bergman?

Mr. Bergman?

You've got trouble.

That was Preston's lawyer. He says he
thinks he knows who killed him.

Who? I don't know. The line went dead.

Is this where they found Brigman? Yep.
What happened?

Looks like he was hit on the back of the
head with the ever -popular blunt

object and dumped in the pool.

The pool man found him about 7 o 'clock
this morning.

Anybody you see or hear anything?

I was just about to ask the, uh, wives.

Care to join me? Yes, I would.

You know, I think that there's a pattern
developing here.

Every time somebody gets killed, they
end up in the drink. So maybe this

has a thing for water.

All right, that's good.

Just a theory.

Oh, Mark, I'm so glad you're here.

My God, Rick Preston, now Raymond. Oh,
I'm sorry, Bea.

I didn't know you smoked.

Oh, no, it was a filthy habit.

Well, I enjoy it. At least I'm honest
about it.

I usually only smoke afterward.

With all these men dropping like flies,
I am completely weirded out.

Okay, I'm going to have to ask you all
some questions now, if you don't mind.

Bea, do you remember why Mr. Bergman was
here last night at about 11 .30?

Having the foggiest idea, I thought he
left with Evan.

Wait a minute, Evan Houston was here
too?

Yes, he stopped by to see Raymond and
Miss Simpson.

She was here too?

Yes, Evan needed something notarized, so
she came by with a stamp.

Is there anyone who wasn't here?

Yeah, you.

Did you hear anything at all unusual,
strange voices or arguing?

No, I took a sleeping pill and went to
bed.

But then again, it's very difficult to
hear anything above the noise coming

Heather's room.

I was stressed, so I hired a private
trainer to work me out.

It helps me to relax and to sleep okay.

She's been so upset about her husband's
passing that she's had to relax two,

three times a day.

We all mourn in our own ways, Terry.

Don't we, though?

And where were you last night, hmm?

Out on the last roundup, you certainly
weren't in your room.

Where were you?

I couldn't sleep either, so I went to
the Palomino Club.

You can check with the bartender. I was
there till closing.

Hello. Oh, hold on.

Detective Sloan, it's for you.

Thank you.

Sloan here. You have a thing for water?

As a nutrient?

All right. Thank you.

Dad, they found Preston's boat drifting
around Ensenada.

Yeah, Coast Guard's towing it in now.

Want to take a look?

Oh, I wish I could. I've got to get back
to the hospital.

Oh, hey.

I'm free.

I got nothing to do. Nowhere to go.

All right.

Promise not to touch anything.

Hey, I'm professional.

Wow.

Gotch, gin, vodka, bourbon. Jesse, I
told you not to touch anything.

I didn't touch anything.

How'd the cabinet get open?

With that, I touched it.

Put your hands in your pockets.

Is this guy a bartender or a
stockbroker?

Well, let's just say that old Preston
really enjoyed his cocktail hour.

Hey, Steve.

Don't touch.

Look at this.

Get this to Amanda.

Have her check it.

Let me know what she finds out, all
right?

Jesse.

You feeling all right, Jesse?

You look a little green.

Oh, green's not good.

I think I'm a little too thick.

We're still tied up to the dock.

We're still in water, though.

All right, come on, Pop.

You'll do better on deck.

You all right?

Uh -huh.

All right.

Read deep.

You'll be okay.

Let me ask you something, Jesse.

Do you think just one person could
handle a boat this size?

How would I know?

Well, if not...

Somebody must have taken him out.

Had a little

champagne.

Oh, there's a new splash.

Considering this whole boat is a
floating bar.

Looks like a glass stem.

I'm going to get this checked out.

See if there's any poison residue or
fingerprints on it.

Are we through here?

You are.

Come on.

Okay, the lab's checking out the glass
jars. Did you do anything with that

cigarette budget you brought in?

Uh, yeah, I have a preliminary report
around this somewhere.

Um, find anything new with the frame
number of his murder? Not yet.

Steve's checking this lady's alibi right
now.

Okay, here we go.

The cigarette is a Berkshire Light. The
lipstick on the filter is a Belle Amour

Pale Crimson.

I got a really nice lip print off of it,
but I don't know how long the cigarette

was there.

Got them.

I got them all from Preston's house, all
three wives. Oh, great.

Okay, this one belonged to Bea. I got it
out of the kitchen.

This one was Terry's, and this one was
Heather's.

I snuck up into her bedroom after one of
her afternoon workout sessions with the

trainer and took it.

Why would a personal trainer let her
smoke?

You're so young.

Anyway, none of these match mine, not in
color or lip print.

Let me see.

Mine either.

So whose is it?

I don't know.

You know, I have a feeling that whoever
killed Preston killed Raymond Bergman.

See you later.

Where were you going?

Evan Houston was there last night, too.

I want to pay him a little visit.

What do you suppose he expects to find
out?

I don't know.

Maybe what lipstick he wears.

Excuse me.

Dr. Sloan, this is a surprise.

There was nobody out there, so I just
came in.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, it's Miss Stimson's day off.
Well, come on in. Sit down. Thank you.

Wasn't this Preston's office?

Yes, it is, but since I've been handling
the day -to -day operations, I thought

it'd be easier if I just moved my stuff
in here.

Look at the lovely things you're growing
in a window box. I have a whole garden

that looks like this valley.

There's not much to it, really, just a
little TLC and water.

Actually, I was meaning to talk to you
today.

Oh? I talked with Raymond about a little
financial matter last night before he

would...

Well, anyway, he said that I should talk
to you as you're the executor of

Preston's estate and you're controlling
the purse strings, so to speak.

Anyway, we need some money.

I beg your pardon?

Well, like a lot of companies, we play
things pretty close to the financial

vest. And each month, Preston would
infuse some capital into the company to

cover our expenses.

So?

So?

So I need you to cut me a check for $50
,000.

Well, that's quite a vest, so to speak.

Yes, it is, and the sooner the better
would really help me.

So, um, what did you want to talk to me
about?

Oh, Evan, I just wanted to ask you, do
you remember last night what time you

left the estate?

Um, about 11, I'd say.

Did you see anybody when you left?

No, I drove Miss Stimson home, and then
I went straight home myself and to bed.

She left with you?

Yes.

My gosh, it's a beautiful boat.

That was Preston's, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I tell you, if that was my boat, you
wouldn't see it tied up to a dock. I'd

halfway to Bimini by now. I know what
you mean. I would, too.

Okay, thanks a lot for your time. Okay.
I'll get right on that check.

Terrific.

So, thanks again, Dr. Sloan.

If you would, leave your number and I'll
have Miss Stimson call you and tell you

where to send the check. Okay, fine.

Good to see you. Good to see you.

Steve, there's someone you should talk
to.

Miss Stimson?

Who are you?

I'm Detective Sloan.

I'm kind of busy right now.

I'd like to ask you a few questions
regarding the death of Mr. Michaels.

Oh, you know, I don't know anything more
than what I already told the police,

okay? I understand. I just need to clear
up a few things.

Okay. You make it quick.

Miss Simpson, when's the last time you
saw Mr. Michaels?

That would be before he died.

Thursday.

On board his boat?

No. At his home.

Did Mr. Michaels seem nervous or afraid
of something?

Someone? Uh, no.

Not that I remember.

I mean, aside from, you know, his
meeting his wives and all.

Excuse me?

What are you doing in there?

Are you going somewhere?

Why do you ask?

Oh, I don't know. Packed bags, sheets on
all the furniture.

Just a lucky guess.

My mother's sick.

Does your mother live in Bermuda?

Yes, as a matter of fact, she does.

This is a one -way ticket.

She's very sick.

Miss Simpson, let's just cut to the
chase, shall we? You know, I really

know what you're talking about, but I'm
afraid I'm going to have to ask you to

leave now because I'm in a very, very
big hurry.

Miss Simpson, sure there's not something
you want to tell me, like what's in the

bag, maybe? No, it's fine.

I never liked youth travelers, Jack.

She what?

You heard me.

Sweet, loyal Miss Post -Nasal -Drip was
blackmailing Preston Michaels.

I don't believe that. Well, actually, in
her own words, she was receiving

bonuses regularly to keep from spilling
her gut.

Better add her to the suspect list.

I'll get it. So, where are we now?

All three wives had a motive for
wanting...

Preston dead.

But Heather was the only one who could
have sailed that boat alone.

And from what you say, those are the
toxic effects of digitalis.

Right. But Bea, with her heart
condition, also knew how to get her

medication and knew how to use it.

But then Terry is someone who you don't
want to make upset.

Especially with divorce papers.

Now we have Miss Stimson.

Maybe a black male scheme gone south.

And Evan.

Evan can sail a boat, but...

As far as I can see, it doesn't have any
motive or any access to any digitalis.

So, like I said, where are we?

All right, thanks.

It was a lab.

They found traces of poison on pieces of
the glass and a partial print on the

stem. It's got to be one of the wives.

Only one way to find out.

Fingerprint them. Shouldn't be a
problem.

Absolutely not. I'm not going to be
fingerprinted like some criminal.

It's the only solid lead we have so far
to find your husband.

All your husband's killer.

Well, I, for one, have nothing to hide.
Which explains half your wardrobe.

This should prove to all of you that I
did not kill Pressy.

Couldn't have.

I loved him way too much.

Yeah, about seven mil worth. Is that my
cut?

Well, that got someone's attention.

How about it, Terry?

Okay, fine. Print me. I don't care.

Come on, move it, move it, move it.

So, I guess you did your homework on
Preston's estate, huh?

I used to be a financial analyst at
another brokerage firm before I met

I knew his portfolio, including the huge
cash flow drain in the last two years.

Is that why you killed him?

So you'd stop the flow and have more
money for yourself.

If anyone was a drain, it was you.

You'd earn a penny in your life, but you
sure could spend it. She probably

killed him when she realized she was
losing him to a younger woman.

By younger, I presume you mean Heather.

I mean, you're way past young and into
my. Doesn't she look good for a woman

age?

Try not to ruin my manicure.

If I had meant Heather, I'm sure I would
have used the words cheap and tawdry.

Hey. Now, ladies.

Cheap. And... whatever.

Good God.

And with Preston out of the way, you can
keep yourself looking.

Whatever.

For your information, Aunt Bea,

Pressy liked the way I dressed.

But then again, what could he tell with
the lights out all the time?

Why don't you go rope something?

Well, I can see that everything is under
control here, so I'll just let myself

out. Let me give you a little fashion
tip, Gidget. Thank you. That mole...

doesn't work.

Frankly, I don't know what Preston saw
in either one of you.

Freedom.

Flexibility.

Delusions of grandeur.

And I don't mean Preston.

All I know is that I didn't kill him.

When they found Preston.

When they found Preston's arm, my world
collapsed.

When he died, a part of me died, too.

I tolerated his fooling around because I
loved him so much. Oh, maybe too much.

I don't know, but I could... What?

What is so funny?

Take a look.

I look like Charlie Chaplin.

Here.

Oh, now I've got it all over your hanky.

Hey, don't worry about it. God made dirt
and dirt don't hurt.

Did Preston say that to you, too?

Constantly. And it drove me absolutely
insane.

Along with the other one. No guts, no
glory.

What does that mean, anyway?

I don't know.

You know, you were lucky. At least you
didn't have 30 years of it's not the dog

in the fight. It's the fight in the dog.

I thought if you said that one more
time, I'd strangle him.

Oh, figuratively speaking, of course.

Did you guys ever notice the way he ate
corn?

Never around. Always across in neat
little rows.

Hi,

what's up with you?

Steve just called. The fingerprints came
back negative, just like the lipstick.

None of them match the one on the clasp.

We might be able to brighten up your
day.

We ran some more tests on that toxin we
found in Preston. What did you find out?

Well, the specific glycoside with
convolutoxin. It has similar properties

digitalis, however, slightly different
in a raw form.

Raw form?

Yeah, nature.

It comes from the lily of the valley.

Not the synthesized drug, but the
natural.

I gotta find Jesse and Steve.

Dr. Sloan?

Oh, hi, Evan.

Hope you don't mind.

No. No, make yourself comfortable. I am.

I was being sarcastic. Yeah, I know.

Okay.

What's going on?

I stopped by B's on the way and picked
up Preston's copy of the company's

financial report.

His wife, number two, Terry, is a
financial analyst.

Discovered some interesting things.

What's that?

Well, the company hasn't been doing all
that well over the last few years.

Yeah, well, you know, the stock market,
you're up and you're down.

Except for one special client.

Marshall Industries seemed to be a
constant winner.

As a matter of fact, in one two -year
period, they made on their investments

over $250 ,000 in dividends.

Well, you've been very lucky for them.

You know, it's a shame they don't exist,
as a functioning company, anyway.

What are you talking about?

It's a front.

You, Evan, are Martian Industries.

You've been embezzling from the company
for years.

I think you killed Preston to cover your
tracks.

That's absurd.

I'll show you their file.

You know, the police found the remains
of the glass that was used to poison

Preston.

There was a fingerprint on the stem, and
I'll bet you the fingerprints on this

glass match.

Well, that's, um, not a good bet,
Doctor.

I think the stakes might be rather high.

Yeah, I hope that was water in there. I
wouldn't want to hurt your plants.

Lily of the Valley, isn't it?

Yeah. You know, it's interesting. Lily
of the Valley contains exactly the same

toxin that was used to poison Preston. I
see one of the stems has been recently

cut here.

You know, you're just so very smart,
aren't you, Dr. Sloan?

Just like Raymond Bergman, and we both
know what happened to him.

You killed him?

I had no choice.

None of this would have happened if that
damn shark hadn't have died.

Preston would have never been found.
Just another unfortunate boating

And until he was ruled legally dead,
you'd have seven more years to milk the

company. So to speak.

Well, it is such a fine day outside.

What do you say we go for a little ride
on old Preston's boat?

Sharks are probably hungered up this
time of day.

Go.

Drop it.

You get it all?

Uh -huh.

All from tape.

You kept the intercom on your phone
open, Evan.

Officer.

Dr. Sloan, would you look after my
plants? Those white ones can be brewed

into a real nice tea. Thank you, Evan.

Tea?

The white ones. Lily of the Valley.

Poison.

Mark, I'm so glad you could come by.

Well, your message was very provocative.

You have something that belongs to me.

Yes, I do.

What's this?

The keys to Preston's boat.

We wanted you to have it for everything
that you've done for us.

Oh, really? I mean, that's very
generous, but I couldn't possibly...

We all talked about it, and we agreed
that you deserve it.

So say thank you and go enjoy.

Thank you.

And if you decide you want to sell it,
wait until the spring.

Prices go up 20 % around then.

Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

So what caused this outbreak of
friendliness?

Well, after Evan was arrested by the
police, we got to talking and we all

that different as we all are, we do have
one thing in common.

We all love the old coot.

Each in our own way.

And frequency.

That's great. That's great.

So what's next for all of you? Well, I'm
going to teach Bea here how to ride.

Oh, I said maybe, if you'll sit through
at least one opera. And if I do the

opera thing, I get to teach you both
high -impact aerobics.

That sounds great, just everyone
sharing.

Well, all this sharing is going to have
to wait till tomorrow, because I have a

date with a very rich rancher. Me too,
but mine's a doctor.

Better. Says he loves sailing.

See ya.

Tomorrow, Bea.

Bye.

Dinner? Love to.

Shall we?

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