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Last week on Benton.

Yeah, remember we had James K. Cannon to dinner a while ago?

Yeah, yeah, go on. Well, he offered me the use of his yacht off the California

coast any time we wanted.

What are you going to learn, Cannon?

We are a big organization. You can run, but you can't hide.

All this rat. I'm trying to get some sleep.

Shut up, shut up.

Am I dead?

No, sir, you're fine.

He's not fine. He's got a knife stuck in him.

Just will you be quiet? No one ever died of a punctured book.

Oh, the book saved my life.

Did I hear someone screaming?

Sure, it was me.

It's all Benson's fault. He wants a governor for fooling around with a book

a knife. Oh, no. Are you two playing detective now? Sir, can't we just leave

this for the authorities?

Clayton, we're not playing around.

Someone tried to kill the governor.

Oh, my.

Oh, no.

Oh, this is terrible. I'll probably be next.

You're going to be next what?

There's a maniac on board. I see his plan now.

He's going to kill us all off in order of social importance.

Keep your voice down. Sure, you don't care. You'll be the last to go.

Stand by. Anybody would want to kill the governor.

Neither would this clown so handy.

He knew I had the book.

Pete, there you are.

What's going on?

Somebody tried to kill the governor, but the book saved his life.

This is Cannon's journal.

Let me show you something.

Dr. Prescott, $500 ,000.

L -6 -2 -4 -1 -8 -5.

Captain Heckenbeck, $230 ,000. G -8 -9 -6 -5 -7 -3. Shoot it, Julian.

Julian Winston, $800 ,000.

B -8 -6 -9 -0 -0 -4.

You see?

I don't see.

Come on, Clayton, get with it. These are the ones that are the publisher's

clearinghouse sweepstakes.

No, no, no, no, Vincent. These are character names from Cannon's movies.

Dr. Prescott was the scientist in Town of Mutants, and Captain Hackenbeck was

the Air Force officer that sacrificed himself in Radioactive Women, and Julian

Winston was the evil playboy in Garden of Blood.

Garden of Blood?

Yuck!

Secret code. Maybe Cannon was paying blackmail.

Hmm? To a bunch of fictional characters?

No, no, no. The numbers refer to Swiss bank accounts where people put their

money to avoid paying taxes.

And he knows that I know.

And he tried to kill me to get the book back.

Oh. We meant to put the book back. And when the killer takes it, we need him.

What a ridiculous plan. The killer's not stupid enough to look for the book now.

I don't know. He didn't throw the dagger overboard.

What dagger?

tells me anything.

The dagger with the skull on it. That's right. It's back in the collection.

That doesn't make any sense.

You sure?

Well, let me get some clothes on. I'll take you up there and show you myself.

I'd like to see it.

See, Benson?

Look, there's the dagger. The killer brought it back.

He did a very good job of cleaning it.

What are you looking for? Fingerprints?

No, blood.

What's the matter with you?

I got the hiccups.

Governor, my nerves are on the edge enough already, so please don't hiccup.

that's easy for you to say.

Hold your breath. Oh, that never works.

Scare me. If you're not scared already, I don't know what I can do about it.

There's somebody coming. Turn out the lights.

Looking for something?

My glasses.

Ah, it's you.

I should have known. You were always so handy with fire.

Who is it? I don't know.

So, uh, you know my work.

Oh, that job you did for Cannon on the furniture warehouse?

Smooth. It looked exactly like an electrical fire.

That job put a lot of insurance money in Cannon's pocket.

You wouldn't happen to know where Cannon has that money, would you?

Maybe. What's it worth for you to find out?

That money is owed to us.

Don't be stupid.

Cannon was very stupid.

Shh.

Hey.

I'm just looking to make a deal. What kind of a deal?

If I find the money, you get what Cannon owed you, and I get the rest.

And nobody hassles me.

You got a deal.

How do I know I can trust you? What a stupid question.

We always keep our word.

And we like other people to do the same.

Shh! All right.

I know he had a book. It's written in code.

It tells you all the money.

Then your job is very simple.

You find the book and bring it to me.

Huh?

Nurse!

What are you doing down here? I was just... Boozing!

Now let me give you a warning.

Nobody on my crew drinks on duty.

Aye, aye, sir. Get back topside.

Wait a minute.

Have you seen Mr. Musker? He's not in his cabin.

No. No, I ain't seen him.

Well, if you see him, tell him his glasses are on the bar.

Aye, aye.

They're gone.

You know, I think you're right, just from holding my breath.

No, I was referring to... Never mind.

Let's get out of here. Tom, let's get out of here.

It's fair.

I'd sure like to know where Musker is before we go stumbling around out there

the dark. Oh, Musker's not the murderer. It's Nash we have to worry about, and

he's with the captain.

Not Nash.

Well, certainly not Musker.

Maybe it's that actress.

Gabby?

She would never do anything like that.

If she could make a movie like Radioactive Women, I wouldn't put

her. Listen, Hudson, just because you don't like science fiction, there's no

reason to take it out on Gabby. I mean, I don't like basketball, but I'm not

blaming Lucas.

It's not Gabby.

Maybe it's like Miss Cross said.

The captain, he does have strange eyes.

Yeah. But you can't convict somebody because they've got strange eyes.

No, I guess not.

Hard enough to convict them when you've got the crime on videotape.

Wouldn't it be funny if this turned out to be somebody that we would never see

back like Clayton?

I don't find that amusing.

Well, it's just a thought.

I can express my opinion.

Oh, shh. Quick,

enter the boat.

Where'd they go?

Let's get out of here.

Help!

I have some money we could use to go away.

And then I can join you later.

You really think I did it, don't you?

It doesn't matter.

We're both free now.

Some people might think you had just as much reason to kill him as I did.

I don't care what some people think.

I just want to be with you.

He didn't want to be with me four years ago.

I made a mistake.

Which mistake was that? Marrying me or divorcing me?

What are you two doing here?

We couldn't sleep.

Poor Jimmy.

Yeah.

Terrible thing.

Terrible. I can tell you're really concerned, Musker.

Coach.

Oh, I thought everybody was in bed.

Oh, Miss Krause. What's she doing in there?

Probably her midnight prowl.

We've got to get her out of here. I was afraid you'd say that.

It was okay for the kids to have beer in those days.

Oh, Benson, Governor.

I was just explaining to everybody how we didn't have strawberry pop in

Miss Krause, we'll be happy to walk you to your cabin. What the hell is going on

here? I thought I told you all to stay in your cabins. Actually, we were all a

little nervous.

One of us isn't nervous at all.

Frankly, I was just looking for my glasses.

These are them.

Thanks.

No, he's not.

Denise hit him with a fish.

He's just unconscious.

What the blazes is going on?

Why did she hit him with a fish?

They're very hard to trace.

I saw him coming out of Cannon's cabin. I said hello to him, and he jumped me. I

heard the ruckus and rushed to Peter's aid.

Then Denise came out and saved us. She's plugged him with that stuffed fish that

was hanging over her door.

Good thing Cannon didn't hunt moose.

Bucket buster.

see anything happen.

Neither did I, but he's dead.

I can't stand it anymore.

Look, there's another body. I am going to my bed.

Safest place on the boat.

Well, uh, don't you think we should do something with the, uh, corpeth delecti?

Oh, yeah, I think Clayton's quite right. We should put him someplace more

comfortable. You could put him in a wire room. It's kept cool.

Hey, would you get over here, please, and give me a hand?

Here.

Ah!

Oh! Whoa! Wait a minute, wait a minute, Benson.

There's one thing I don't understand about all this. I mean, who would want

Musker dead?

I don't know.

And how did they kill him?

I don't know. And what's all this got to do with Cannon?

I don't know!

Questions, questions, questions, and we don't have any answers.

We know three things. What?

Musker is dead.

Right. Musker is not the killer.

Right. And Musker is heavy.

Okay, here we go. Let's go.

Come on, come on. I can't, there's a rack of wine in the way.

Hey, come on, there's a lot of wine. Come on, hurry up. All right, all right,

I'll help you.

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait.

Hurry up.

It's very heavy.

Okay, okay.

Wait a minute.

I'm here. Okay. All right.

Let's call it now.

Whoa. Whoa.

He's stuck.

Now go on. Now go on. Let's see.

Hold on.

Here we go.

all this screaming really necessary.

Look, Clayton, you deal with stress your way, I'll deal with it mine.

Good thing Cannon's dead.

I doubt that's what they're going to put on his tombstone.

No, I mean the wine.

I broke about six bottles of it. You know how he was about his special

collection. Musker's going to his grave smelling like a wino, a very rich wino.

Say that again.

A very rich wino.

No, not you, him.

What? Say what you just said.

What, you mean the wine?

The lieutenant would kill me if he found out I broke six bottles of a special

collection. Of course, of course. The wine collection.

Benson, what are you talking about?

Look, I can't explain now, but Clayton, you and Pete get Denise and go up to the

lounge. Keep everybody up there. Klaus, you come along with me. We'll be along

about five minutes. What is this all about?

Just go, Clayton. Just go. Come on, Clayton. Before we get blamed for

the wine. Me?

All right, Benson. What do you want with me? Klaus, I need your help.

You know who the killer is, don't you? I think so.

Come on. Help me pick out a bottle of wine. Yeah, but shouldn't you tell me

it is before we celebrate?

Everybody's here.

Everybody living.

I hope you know what you're doing, lad.

I think I have some answers.

Or at least some very interesting questions.

But this much we can all agree on.

Someone in this room is a murderer.

Well, if that's your astounding revelation, I must say I'm underwhelmed.

Tell us who did it.

Well, Pete, let me first lay out the facts, and then you can all decide for

yourselves. What facts?

Where'd you get any facts?

Because I was paying attention.

For instance, when Mr. Cannon was killed.

Myself, Clayton, and the governor were together, so we alibi each other.

Everyone else was unaccounted for.

So most of us don't have an alibi.

That doesn't prove deadly.

Roy's right.

And besides, we were all in the room when Musker was poisoned.

Anybody could have poisoned his drink.

No.

Remember, we found out it wasn't his drink.

I think what killed him was habit.

Oh.

He had a habit of turning blue and dying?

No, he had a habit of putting his eyeglasses in his mouth.

When Musker died, he had his eyeglasses in his mouth.

What happened?

So I think it is possible that someone poisoned the earpiece.

Benson, that's amazing.

It's just a theory.

A theory?

You mean you've been making all this up? Would you like to test it out?

Oh. Oh.

So Musker was poisoned with his glasses.

And Cannon... Was stabbed in the back with a knife.

There's a knife in your back!

This knife.

When Cannon was killed, Musker seemed like the best suspect.

But then Musker came up with an airtight alibi. He died.

So the question is, who would want both Cannon and Musker mounted away?

Are you confessing or asking a question?

I think I have the answer.

Lucas killed Cannon so that he couldn't sell his basketball team. And then

Musker found out about it and he had to kill Musker.

That fit, that fit. Lucas knew about poisons. He worked in his uncle's bug

-killing business.

Very good, Peggy.

Okay, coach, you get to be a suspect.

Great. I'm going to need a job.

Well, then I'm a suspect, too.

No.

I'm afraid so, Governor.

If you'll remember, she's in love with Lucas.

So why would a woman divorce the man she loves?

I have a feeling Cannon had something to do with that divorce.

He was a miserable human being.

He wanted me, and he threatened to ruin Roy's career if he didn't get me.

But that doesn't give her any reason to kill Mosker.

Musker gave her the reason.

He was accusing the man she loved of the murder.

Okay, okay, you convinced me.

One of them did it.

I wouldn't exactly say your hands are clean.

Him too?

Yes.

Nash knew about the money that Cannon had smuggled out of the country.

In fact, he helped him get it by committing arson for him.

But he felt he deserved a bigger piece of the pie, and with Cannon dead, it was

all his.

Except Musker came along.

I wanted a piece of the action.

Congratulations, Benson. You've narrowed it down to practically everybody.

Wait a minute.

What about the captain? He was always saying bad things about Cannon behind

back? Yeah, well, he just wasn't my kind of fella. Always acting as if he owned

the world. But that don't prove I killed him.

But you do have to admit, Captain, that you don't have an alibi.

And you do know your way around this boat pretty well.

I'm afraid we're going to have to keep your name on the list.

Benson, maybe I'm wrong, but it seems to me we're right back where we started

from. Everybody had a motive to kill Cannon, and most everybody had one to

Musker. And we all had a chance to do it. We're forgetting one thing, the

attempt on the light.

Well, why would anybody want to kill me?

Because you found something the killer didn't want you to find.

That's right, Cannon's journal.

You tried to kill me.

I didn't try to kill you. You knew I had the journal. If I'd known you had the

journal, I would have tried to... Take it back from me.

He's your man, Benson.

Take him away.

Governor, I wasn't talking about the journal. I was talking about the dagger.

Right. What?

You're the one that discovered that the dagger had been returned.

And that information pointed the finger at the killer.

So you had to be eliminated.

Pointed the finger at whom?

Why? Pointed at the person...

who stood to gain the most from Cannon's death.

You want to tell us why this dagger is so important, Gabrielle?

I didn't kill anybody, and I don't give a damn about this knife!

No, you wouldn't.

Because on its own, this knife doesn't mean very much, except it does complete

collection. And as far as I know, Only one person was passionate about that

collection. The same person who was passionate about a collection of rare

Kraus, would you hand me that bottle?

Sure.

Nice catch, Captain.

What should I call you, Jimmy?

I would have been very embarrassed if this hadn't been a wig.

Very clever, Mr.

Dubois. Thank you.

I'm not following any of this.

It's very simple, Governor.

I needed the money.

And I needed to be someplace where Musker's men couldn't come looking for

What better place than dead?

And what better witness to your death than a governor with a reputation for

honesty? But I wasn't planning to kill anyone.

Not really.

But you also weren't planning on Musker showing up.

Yes.

That's the last thing I needed, him snooping around.

Then why did you bring us?

I should have thought it was evidence.

It wouldn't be much of a murder without suspects, would it?

I don't get it.

What happened to the real captain?

There was no real captain. We heard Cannon talk to him on the intercom.

That bothered me at first, but then I remembered how loud and clear we could

hear the captain's voice on the intercom.

Sometime... late tomorrow morning.

Later, when the captain called the governor on the intercom, you could

hear him over the roar of the ocean. We're going to have to wait till

morning to notify the authorities.

So the first time there was a recording.

Yes. A very convenient way to be two places at once.

Sorry to spoil your plan, Mr. Cannon.

Fortunately, I'm flexible.

Holy Moses, he's got a gun.

Yes, Cross, we can see that.

What are you going to do?

Well, it's a spur -of -the -moment idea, but I thought I'd put you all in a

lifeboat. With any kind of luck, you'll be picked up, and I'll have a head

start. Now, if you'll all just come with me.

I couldn't sleep. I was having a nightmare.

It's all right, Katie.

Everything is all right now.

What should I do with him? Let's lock him in the luggage room.

Donnie, you can let go of me now.

It's all over.

Oh.

Yes, I guess it is.

I have to go speak to Roy.

Oh, Benson, you're amazing.

Thank you, Denise.

You was pretty impressive, Benson.

I don't know what you two are so gaga over. Anybody with half a brain in his

head could have solved this murder.

Did you solve it? No.

Well, the rest is my case.