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Noreen Dixon died today, huh?

Oh, the movie star.

Yeah. I thought she was already dead. This is not what you could call a simple

suicide. But why would she want to kill herself?

Noreen Dixon is at the top of her profession. Noreen Dixon has millions of

all over the world. I hated Noreen Dixon more than I've ever hated anyone in my

life. I wasn't the only one who could have cheerfully killed Noreen. Why

we believe you've already lied to protect your girlfriend?

She was mean and vain and impossible to work for. I did not kill my aunt.

At this point, I think they all could have done it.

The company was on their lunch break. No one saw her come off the catwalk.

Life has burned too brightly in my breath, and I can no longer endure.

Suicide.

Excuse me.

Very good.

Can I take this to the lab, please?

What's wrong with you? Nothing. I got something in my eye.

You're crying. No, I'm not.

I got some dust or something in my eye. It's very dusty here.

Very dust? Talk to me. Do me a favor, Christine. Don't argue.

You're right.

Very dusty in here.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe that Noreen Dixon would commit suicide.

There was nobody else in the theater, Mary Beth. There was a suicide note

in her pocket.

No, no, I don't mean that, Christine. I mean that she was Noreen Dixon.

Hey, listen to me.

She was an actress.

Actresses are a little weird, you know that.

That's a very prejudiced thing to say, Christine.

What?

I'm sorry.

Actresses are artists. Everybody knows that artists have a couple of screws

loose.

And none of us regular, ordinary people do.

I wouldn't say that.

Well, I wouldn't say that either.

Yeah. A lot.

We're in great shape, Mary Beth.

If the weather holds in Saratoga, we can start laying a foundation at the end of

the month. Oh, that's wonderful, sweetheart.

That's wonderful.

Hmm.

Cool. Hey, you seem a little down.

Anything wrong?

Noreen Dixon died today, Hart.

Oh, the movie star.

Yeah. I thought she was already dead.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mary Beth.

How'd it happen?

Suicide, it looks like.

You know, I know it's silly, Harv. I feel like I lost an old friend.

Remember Harv and Grand Destiny? Yeah. We saw that one on our first date. Yeah.

It's a real tearjerker.

The end of that movie, that's when I knew I liked you.

Yeah. You were crying your eyes out, and I was kicking myself for not having a

handkerchief. Yeah.

I had to give you mine because you were crying, too. Oh, baby. Baby, they don't

make them like they used to.

Oh, man.

From here to eternity, that was my favorite.

Yeah, I'll never forget the first time I saw you.

That movie got Angela and me so worked up, we just took off for Maryland.

Maryland?

What, you wanted seafood?

No.

Well,

we were underage.

Underage for what?

Who was Angela?

Beth, I was 16 years old.

I mean, I thought I was in love. I mean, you know how kids are.

Angela,

she told her parents she was going to spend the night with her girlfriend. And

so we drove down to Maryland and we got... You

got what?

Married.

Married?

Sweetheart, we didn't even spend the night together.

I mean, we couldn't afford a motel room.

So we drove back. We were going to try and borrow my brother's apartment, but

Angela's father was waiting for us at the Jersey Turnpike.

Yeah, he took us straight home, and he got the marriage and all the next day.

So you see, babe, it was nothing.

Angela.

The first Mrs. Harvey Lacey.

Oh, Mary Beth.

You better get ready for dinner, Harvey.

You're not mad, are you?

Dinner's going to be ready soon, Harvey. And if you're not, it gets cold.

Oh, yeah. Boy, sure smells good, babe.

What is it?

You have your secrets, Harvey.

So do I.

Good morning, Chris.

Oh, nice of you to come in. Sorry.

The subway was so jammed, I had to wait for three trains before I could get on.

Who is Gordon Lazaroff? Oh, he's a graphologist.

He does handwriting analysis for the document examiner's office.

They sent him Noreen Dixon's suicide note.

Claims he's discovered something very important.

What? I don't know. He said he has to come over and tell us in person.

Is that what I want to send my money?

Well, maybe he really has something.

Maybe the next pope will be Jewish.

Maybe Mr.

Lazaroff will be single and good -looking.

Maybe the next pope will be a woman.

Sergeant Cagney?

Yes. I'm Gordon Lazaroff.

Yes, Mr.

Lazaroff. Please, won't you sit down? Oh, thanks. Yes, I'll try not to take

much of your time. We appreciate anything you can tell us, sir. You're

kind. Most of the department isn't.

They think what I do is strange.

Some people, even in my own office, hum the theme from the Twilight Zone when I

walk by.

Hard to believe.

Would you tell us, please, exactly what you found in the suicide note, Mr.

Lazaro? Yes, you can see it very clearly right in this part here.

Life has burnt too brightly in my breast, and I can no longer endure.

Now, look at the energy in the B -loops.

Burnt, brightly, breast.

And the way the O's are crossed, two, no.

Look at the strength in those L's. Life.

Longer. This is not Noreen Dixon's handwriting.

Oh, no, no. It's hers, all right. No, there's no doubt that Noreen Dixon wrote

this note.

So what is your point?

When she wrote it, Noreen Dixon was not the least bit suicidal.

How does this guy think that you can write a suicide note without being

suicidal?

Well, sir, apparently this science of handwriting, graphology, that is, has

a long way, sir. And they can tell things about the way a person is feeling

the energy of the loops.

And whether or not he or she is writing on the line or under the line...

Personally, I think it's a lot of bull.

But you don't?

Well, sir, I had a kind of feeling that maybe this wasn't a suicide.

She doesn't seem to be a very likely type for suicide to me.

And I thought so even before this handwriting visit. Noreen Dixon is at

of her profession. Noreen Dixon has millions of fans all over the world.

Why would she want to kill herself?

Evidence. When do we get the M .E.'s report?

Any minute now, sir.

All right, so let me know when he comes in. Yes, sir.

Cagney, you got a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Maybe you better sit down.

You want me to close the door?

Yeah, please.

Cagney, you know a lot of classy ladies.

Well, I need one of those for this thing I gotta go to.

You want me to find you a date?

It's black tie and it's Friday night.

This Friday?

Yes. Short notice. I know that. I'm sorry. But the woman that I was going to

take, it turns out that she's got other plans that night.

Lieutenant, I'm not even sure I'd know your type. You know, maybe... Well, she

should be good looking.

But not a Miss Universe.

Beautiful, but not a stunner. And she should be intelligent.

But, you know, not so smart that I don't know what she's talking about.

No rocket scientists, huh? And she should have a good sense of humor.

A nice laugh.

But she doesn't have to be a stand -up comic.

So forget Joan Rivers.

And if she's a little younger, well, I can handle that.

But no teeny -boppers, okay?

Well, Lieutenant, most of the women I know are a little more sophisticated

that. Oh, yeah, sure. What am I worried about?

She's a friend of yours. Chances are that she's no spring chicken.

The ME's report.

Yeah? Finding of the autopsy.

This is not what you could call a simple suicide.

And I think I could tell you whodunit, too.

We apologize for bothering you again, ladies and gentlemen. We know that you

have already given your statements, but we have to check some facts here and

make sure that we have them all right.

Okay. You.

You're Iris McIntyre. The late Miss Dixon's understudy. Am I correct, ma

I am the producer, Jerrilee Thackeray. I was when we still had a play.

And those rumors about her being the beast of Broadway are simply untrue.

She stoops to conquer.

You must be the playwright, Mr. Eric Webber. Webber, right.

I was also the director.

Isn't that a little unusual, Mr. Webber?

For a playwright to direct his own play?

Noreen insisted.

That way she thought she could really direct the play herself.

Cute.

So.

You must be Iris Redford, Miss Dixon's secretary.

No, I was her understudy, Dean McIntyre.

Oh, gee, I got you all mixed up.

So, you must be Iris Redford.

Yes. Miss Dixon's secretary.

That's right.

Well, at least we all know who you are, sir.

Who among us would not recognize Mr.

Chet Gardner?

Miss Dixon's co -star in so many of her movies.

Well, and here, too, I'm afraid.

And second billing once again.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gardner. I've loved all your movies.

What a lovely compliment.

Especially from such a charming young lady.

Thank you.

I mean, you're welcome.

You were married to Miss Dixon for a time, sir. Am I right?

Her death must have been a terrible shock.

About as terrible as our marriage.

I thanked my lucky stars when Noreen divorced me.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, I think I got you all straight.

Oh, gee.

This is great.

I love the theater.

We never could go much when I was a kid. It was a big treat. Big treat.

How do I love thee?

The name of the play, huh? It's about Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Oh, I love her poetry.

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can... Oh, what is that?

Makeup?

Noreen and Chet came out during intermission and did a makeup

into their characters later years.

Yes, I did it downstage left and she sat over there. Right here in front of the

audience.

Isn't that something?

It's for the neck. Noreen was very proud she had to wear it. She had very few

wrinkles for a woman her age.

I saw about this once on TV, how they do this. They stick it on with this. Here.

Spirit gum, they call it.

That's got kind of a strong smell, huh?

You take this, you put it on the rubber thing, and then you stick the rubber

thing on your neck.

Detective, I wouldn't put that on.

I'll be very careful. You may have an allergy to spirit gum. A lot of people

Thanks. I can't afford allergies.

Detective, please don't. Why not?

Miss McIntyre, because you know it's dangerous to put this spirit gum on

neck.

That spirit gum has traces of synthetic arsenic in it, which you've been using

to poison Doreen Dixon. What?

Miss McIntyre, I'm afraid we're going to have to take you downtown for

questioning.

I told you I didn't want to kill her.

The medical examiner confirmed there was not enough arsenic to kill her. Still

attempted murder, Miss McIntyre. I only wanted her to miss a few performances,

the last few previews and opening night.

So you could be reviewed by the critics?

I am 55 years old.

My career was never secure, like Noreen's.

I still have to worry about my next job.

Well, wouldn't people think it was funny?

Miss Dixon missing her opening night like that?

Noreen was famous for what she called her little thinking spells.

She pulled them before on opening night.

Let me get this straight.

You say you have no hard feelings for Miss Dixon. You just wanted to help your

career by poisoning her.

All right.

You'll find out sooner or later.

I didn't kill her.

But I hated Noreen Dixon more than I've ever hated anyone in my life.

We met when we were both ingenues back in summer stock.

In one play, I had the lead. She was my filter.

We had a big emotional scene where she hadn't slapped me.

And at rehearsal, she accidentally forgot to take off her ring. It cut my

all the way to the eye.

I went to the hospital, and Noreen went on in my place.

You don't think she did that on purpose?

Oh, absolutely.

Oh, I know what you're thinking.

Millions of people love Noreen Dixon.

But they never knew what she really was.

Okay, so the understudy has an airtight for the time of death.

This producer could have pushed Noreen Dixon off that catwalk.

The forensics didn't find anything to prove she was pushed.

I didn't find anything to prove she wasn't.

The producer does make a fortune due to Miss Dixon's death.

You think she's the type to kill for money?

Vito! No, Vito, be careful with that backdrop.

It cost a mint, and I want to use it again.

Oh, hello, ladies. I can give you exactly five minutes of my time.

Oh, love the coat.

This is a homicide investigation, Miss Zachary.

Well, you arrested Jean McIntyre. I thought it was over. She was charged

felonious assault and released on bail. There's no actual evidence that she

killed Misty. I see.

So, uh, I am a suspect again.

We found out something quite interesting, Miss Zachary.

You had trouble insuring this production, did you?

Every company in town knows about Noreen Dixon's reputation.

Apparently, you had to settle for a policy with a special clause in it. You

weren't covered if she got sick.

The only way you could cash in on your play if it failed open was if Miss Dixon

died.

In case you've forgotten, I accounted for my whereabouts at the time of

death. Yes.

In your original statement, you said you went to Sardis to have lunch with your

accountant. And he confirmed it. The waiter said that you were gone from the

table when the salad was served.

And the stage doorman remembers your coming back here.

Well, I'd forgotten my appointment book. That's why I came back.

Uh -huh.

Did you see Noreen Dixon when you came back?

No, but...

Well, I could hear her going over her lines in the orchestra pit.

I knew better than to bother her.

What's that?

Will Noreen had a tendency to scream at people.

You didn't like her very much, did you?

Our relationship was a legend in show business.

Everybody knew we loathed each other.

Years ago, Noreen broke up my marriage.

Well, that particular husband I happen to love very much. A month after the

divorce, Noreen dropped him. I think she did it deliberately.

Why? Well, Noreen loved making people miserable.

Uh, Miss Thackeray, we'll probably want to be talking to you again later, so

you'll certainly let us know if you have to leave town?

Certainly.

Certainly.

Oh, well, I wasn't the only one who could have cheerfully killed Noreen.

Almost everyone I know had something against her.

Tom.

Not exactly Mr.

Geniality, our Noreen. Sometimes, Christine, when people are on top, other

people get jealous.

Jealous? We've heard things about Noreen Dixon that makes Lady Macbeth look like

Mary Poppins.

Maybe you shouldn't believe everything you hear, Christine.

Thank you.

I played this part in college.

A saint.

Interesting casting.

I was very good.

The director was kind of a jerk.

I played all ten performances.

It was my last playing at acting, however.

I feel kind of funny going through her belongings, Christine.

She'll forgive you, Mary Beth.

Especially if you find out which one of her friends bumped her off.

Come here, look at this.

Look at that piece.

My Life Upon the Wicked Stage by Noreen Dixon.

Her memoirs?

Oh, look, let me.

So where are they?

Uh, leave a message when you come in.

Miss Dixon's secretary didn't answer, so I left a message on the writer's

machine.

Well, they should all be at the memorial service tomorrow.

If the writer and the secretary don't know about the missing memoirs, somebody

else will.

Do you have any single friends, Mary Beth?

It's not for me. It's for a friend.

A male friend. I have to get a date for this guy I know.

Can you tell me anything about this man?

No.

Christine? I think that my friend would prefer that I remain discreet.

You're asking me to blindly suck this fellow up on a blind date? You don't

to help me? You don't have to help me. I would like to help you, Christine, if

you're not giving me much to go on here.

I've called everybody I know. Laura Carter's getting engaged.

Nikki Levine just moved back in with her ex -husband. And Julia Barker gave up

men for Lent.

I'll tell you, women friends, they're a dying breed.

Sure, for somebody who spends their time only with men.

You missed a great musical, babe.

I was not in the mood for Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald.

You're not going to wear that stuff to bed.

This is deep cleansing, Harvey.

I can't get deep cleansing in five minutes.

Direction said overnight.

About as long as your first marriage.

Mary Beth, I don't know what you want from me. The truth would have been

I told you the truth.

By accident, after 17 years, you think you know a person.

Babe, it never occurred to me to tell you. Sure, I'm only the second wife.

Damn it, Mary, but that didn't mean anything. We were married less than a

of 24 hours.

And then it completely slipped your mind.

Okay, okay, you want to know what it was? It was sex.

Not in front of the baby, Harvey. That's what it was. We wanted to do it, but

we'd have felt too guilty if we weren't married. You're supposed to be making me

feel better.

Damn it, Mary Beth, we didn't get near a bed. The father caught us before we did

anything more than kiss.

Poetic justice.

Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for coming this afternoon.

Why, do you look at that man, huh?

What do you use? He hasn't aged one bit.

hearts, as dear Noreen used to say, that wherever she is, she is touched and

gladdened. Everybody hated Noreen Dixon so much.

How come there isn't an empty seat?

Give the people what they want, Mary Beth, they'll show up for it. No one

than I know what the passing of our beloved Noreen really means.

This sudden emptiness.

Makes you want to throw up, doesn't it?

I told Chet I'd write him a eulogy, but now he insisted on giving his own.

Actors. He could read the phone book.

Still the sexiest man in the world. Will you please?

So you said you wanted to know about Noreen's memoirs. Have you seen them?

no. Noreen wouldn't let anybody read them. She took them with her everywhere,

though, and scared poor Chet to death.

And her greatest qualities always came out in the littlest ways. For

Scared Mr. Gardner? Well, for 20 years, she turned to tell a secret to the

world.

Every time Noreen wanted to get Chet, she just hauled out those precious

that supposedly told all.

Told her what?

You're kidding.

I thought everybody in New York knew, even if they didn't in Peoria.

Noreen and Chet were married in name only.

He's as gay as the 1890s. With regal grandeur, she stepped out of that

limousine, and with a wave of her hand, she stopped that traffic cold.

I thought, this, this is a true lady.

Sergeant, there were times I could have annihilated Noreen, but I am an actor.

And I don't do such things in real life any more than you do.

You and Miss Dixon went back a long way, didn't you, Mr. Gardner?

Your first picture together, Broadway Baby, 1950.

Am I right?

As much as I hate to admit it, yes.

Look, I'll tell you our whole sordid story over a pot of tea. Please make

yourselves comfortable.

Oh, thank you.

Another fantasy down the tubes?

Still, he has nice eyes, you know what I'm saying?

And right there, look at this.

Come here. Oh.

Come here. This is another secret. I'm not so sure. I want to know. Remember

when Chet Gardner said he didn't steal Noreen's memoir?

Yes. I think he's going to explain that.

My Life Upon the Wicked State by Noreen Dixon.

That's kind of coincidental, isn't it, Christy?

Like something out of an Agatha Christie book.

Here, sweetheart.

Be with you in a minute.

Yes, honey.

Hi. Thank you.

What are all this? Where is everybody?

The boys are at my mother's.

Alice is asleep.

It's for you, babe.

Feeling pretty guilty, aren't you, Harvey?

Huh?

You went to a lot of trouble here.

I'm trying to make up, Mary Beth.

Is this what worked on your first wife?

For crying out loud, would you leave it alone? You've been mad longer than I was

married. Not the marriage hog.

It's the deceit.

Okay. Okay, so I didn't tell you. But I could have kept a lot worse secrets from

you, Mary Beth.

I could have... I could have been an axe murderer. I could have been a... I

could have been a slumlord.

But no.

No, I made a bigger mistake. I got married once. For one day.

And now...

I'm going to have to get crucified for it the rest of my life. Harvey. Here,

eat the dinner. I'm going out. Harvey, wait a minute. You know, it could have

been a lot worse, Mary Beth. I could have worked for the CIA.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

Can you tell me what's going on?

I beg your pardon?

My date. Have you found her yet?

Lieutenant, you know, if you'd just give me more notice, I... Yeah, I

understand. I understand.

I tried.

Oh, yeah, sure. No, I understand. Thanks.

Maybe I should talk to his Becky.

The other day I overheard him raving about some female musician friend of

Cheryl Carey.

Sherry Carey? Yeah, you know her?

She's a stripper who plays the accordion, Lieutenant.

Wouldn't make the right impression.

What is this event you're supposed to go to, anyway?

Well, it's sort of a celebration, you know? My son, my kid David, he's managed

to put together enough money to buy into a restaurant.

Why did she take Thelma?

Candy, remember I told you about this woman that I wanted to take, but she had

other plans?

That was Thelma.

She's gone already.

With an airline pilot that she's been dating.

Thin and tall.

With a lot of hair.

Certainly not my type.

Didn't used to be Thelma's.

Lieutenant, I do know somebody who'd fit the bill.

Oh, yeah?

She's a workaholic. I can relate to that.

She's fun.

I got nothing against fun once in a while.

Is it a problem if she works in the department?

Hell no.

No, no. What precinct is she in?

14th. Are you serious?

Every now and then.

That's just great.

Cocktails start at 6 o 'clock.

And then the buffet dinner after that.

I'll pick you up, okay?

Okay.

You know,

you don't have to do that.

Yeah, I know.

Yes, sir, and she had received the advance and everything was... But you

saw any of the actual manuscript ever.

All right.

Thank you very much. Good boy.

What was that all about?

Irene Dixon's publisher.

He says Noreen Dixon never turned in any of her memoirs.

Maybe she was holding out till they were all finished. Or maybe she never

started.

Lab findings. On the ashes from the fireplace, negative for ink.

You mean the whole thing was blank?

Except for the title page.

Somebody only wanted us to think they were the missing memoirs.

I didn't kill her.

I swear I didn't! Either way, we could take you in for obstruction.

You burned those memoirs. Fake memoirs.

Fake! She carried around blank pages and tantalized everyone with them for 20

years.

So you burned the blank pages and the title page and you planted them in Chet

Gardner's apartment. Now, look, Chet has to be the killer.

I was sure that once you were on to him, Chet would confess.

Mr. Webber, if you had reason to believe that Chet Gardner was guilty, why

didn't you come forward? Because I didn't think you'd believe me. And I

written enough mysteries to know what it takes to convict someone, and I don't

have that kind of proof.

But I know how he did it.

And Maureen was rehearsing in the pit. She wouldn't hear Gardner sneak up on

her. He knocks her out, and then he throws her over his shoulder, just like

did with LeFleur in Pirate's Cove. And then he climbs up a ladder, and he walks

across the catwalk, and then he throws her off.

Isn't Chet Gardner a little old for that, Mr.

Webber? Chet Gardner's in very good shape.

Oh, that's very funny, Eric.

I didn't know you did comedy.

I don't find murder very amusing. Neither do I. But the idea of Chet

climbing into the fly loft?

You should look up for your typewriter more often. What are you talking about?

Chet Gardner is afraid of heights.

What? That isn't true.

Trust me, stuntmen live off Chet Gardner. The man gets nosebleeds if he

on a chair.

So much for that theory.

Maybe you should ask Eric why he's so anxious to prove Chet Gardner killed

Noreen. It's a very interesting reason, don't you, Eric?

Or maybe you should ask Iris Redford. You play your little games with someone

else, Geraldine.

I don't enjoy them.

You care to explain what you just said, Miss Zachary?

What?

You haven't been very straight with us, neither one of you. I don't know what

you mean.

Well, my partner loves old movies, Miss Redford.

And she remembered that Noreen Dixon had played a character named Iris Mayfield.

Around the time that you were born.

In all my tamaras with David Niven.

So we did some checking.

And we found out that you, Iris Redfern, are Miss Dixon's niece.

Since when is nepotism a crime?

Nepotism is not, Mr. Webber, but fabrication of evidence is.

You went out of your way to set up Chet Gardner as Noreen Dixon's murderer. Why?

I told you, I thought... I know what you told us.

What you didn't tell us is that you and Miss Redfern are rather involved.

Thackeray said that Noreen Dixon had forbidden the two of you to see each

Thackeray also told us that you were rather bitter about that.

Working night and day for a prima donna aunt who wouldn't let you have a private

life of your own? Maybe bitter enough to kill for your freedom. Oh, come on.

That's ridiculous.

Iris couldn't murder anyone.

Why should we believe you, Mr. Webber? You've already lied about Chet Gardner.

Setting him up to protect your girlfriend. I did not kill my aunt.

She was mean and vain and impossible to work for, but she was also the only

family I had left.

I could never have hurt her.

Eric lied to protect me because he knew I didn't have an alibi the afternoon she

died. It was a mistake, that's all.

Because he loves me.

Haven't you ever been in love?

I guess we can scratch them off.

Well, that's good to me.

Well, you saw them, Christine.

They're lovers, not murderers.

Oh, you're breaking my heart, Mary Beth. They were lying to protect one another.

Christine, do you really think that those two people murdered Noreen Dixon?

At this point, I think they all could have done it and probably wanted to.

Cynic. You're a cynic, Christine.

My money's on the producer. Ah, no way. It's got to be Chet Gardner. He's the

only one man enough to carry her up to the catwalk.

He's afraid of heights, is Becky.

I think John Wayne's afraid of horses.

Well, maybe it was the playwright. The one who tried to frame her. And he had a

tasty thing going with a niece.

She probably inherits a fat piece of change if it's ruled a homicide.

Yeah, but don't forget the understudy. She tried to poison the old broad.

Where's Miss Marple when we need her?

Wait a minute.

Maybe it is like murder on the Orient Express. Maybe they all did it. Colonel

Mustard did it.

In the library.

With a pipe wrench.

Cut it out. I would like to remind you people this is a homicide here.

It's not some game.

A great star lost her life.

We know that, Mary Beth.

Good, because I couldn't tell.

I mean, this may be a lot of fun for all of you, but it wasn't too terrific for

Noreen Dixon.

You want to play games? Go ahead.

Count me out.

What's eating her?

She's a fan.

Too bad there's no butler.

Are

we

going to work this out or what?

How long are you going to continue acting like a teenager, Mary Beth?

Did you love Angela?

Yeah, as much as you could love somebody when you were 16 years old.

That's how old you were the first time.

Was she the one?

Yeah, but that was much later.

We were supposed to not see each other, so we sneaked off to my brother's place.

Romeo and Juliet. You don't have to tell me all the details, Harvey.

Honey, that was such a long time ago.

What Angela and I felt for each other, that was puppy love. It was a warm -up

for the real thing.

It wasn't a marriage, Harvey.

It was a secret.

I felt like I didn't know you, like I've been with some stranger the whole time.

Honey, I swear I didn't mean to keep any secrets. I had almost forgotten.

I want us to be honest, Harvey.

Not like the rest of the world.

I promise.

I cross my heart.

So this Angela, was she pretty?

We're being honest here, Harvey.

How honest?

Never mind.

Guess now who holds thee.

Death, I said.

But there the silver answer rang.

Not death.

But love.

I love thee with a love I seem to lose with my lost saints.

I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears of all my life.

And if God choose.

I shall but love thee better after death.

Morning, Christine.

What's going on?

I read the play.

Yeah, we both read the play. There was nothing in it. I read Noreen Dixon's

copy. It was very illuminating. Come with me.

In the scripts we read, there was no mention of suicide.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning didn't commit suicide. I knew it, but Noreen Dixon

thought she should have. And in her version of the play...

She tore out the last scene and rewrote a whole new one.

The only thing missing is the last speech.

The suicide note. Exactly.

That's why she wasn't suicidal when she wrote it. These are just words her

character was supposed to say. I told you actresses are weird.

You think the rest of them know about the note?

Theater's a small world.

So, what now?

We can't even prove it's murder, never mind who did it.

I want to look at the catwalk up there.

The forensics missed anything.

Why don't you just look around down here?

Right.

Sure, Chris.

Hang on, okay?

This theater plays an acoustical trick.

You all thought that Miss Dixon did her rehearsing in the orchestra pit during

her lunch hour because it seemed that her voice were coming from there.

But in reality, she was on the catwalk every day.

but it sounded as though her voice were coming from the pit.

On the day she died, Noreen Dixon was up there, as usual.

She was rehearsing a very emotional scene, a scene she was hoping Mr. Webber

might put in his play, which you are all aware of.

Unfortunately, Miss Dixon got a little carried away with what she was doing,

she leaned her weight against a faulty gate in the railing.

The gate swung open.

And she fell.

So it wasn't murder.

It was an accident.

It was death by overacting.

God, I'm so tired.

That was very crazy up there, Christine.

Yep.

Chet Gardner would have had his stuntman do it.

Go home and get some rest.

That's what I'm going to do.

A hot bath, six drinks, and 12 hours of uninterrupted deep sleep.

What are you going to do?

Oh, Foggy's trying to get me to go to the movies.

I don't know if I ever want to go to the movies again.

Night, Chris.

Night.

Oh, Lieutenant.

You look like a million dollars.

Thank you.

Have a lovely time, sir.

Thank you, Tracy. Good night. Good night.

Good

evening,

Cagney.

Lieutenant, hi.

You look great.

It's a rental. Nice, huh?

To know there's other guys around exactly my size.

Yeah, I was just on my way home to get dressed.

All I need is 30, 40, and five minutes. Cagney, please, listen. Well, you said,

what, cocktails aren't until 6 o 'clock, right?

Cagney, I hope you understand, but I changed my mind.

I thought, you know, it would be better if I would hack this on my own.

No, you're just saying that because I look tired.

You give me a couple cups of coffee and I'll dance all night.

I thought I told you, though, that dragging somebody else to this doesn't

any sense.

What, I should impress Thelma?

Thelma's going to be impressed tonight by our son.

You sure?

Yeah.

Now, why don't you get out of here, huh?

Go on home, get some sleep.

All right, I will.

I'm just going to find the TD5 that you were waiting for.

Good.

Have a good time, Lieutenant.

Oh, thanks. I intend to.

Sweetheart. I don't know how many times I've seen that picture.

Not including reruns on TV.

And every time my heart breaks.

As long as you had a good time, babe.

Why is that?

What?

That I know all these terrible things about Noreen Dixon.

And I fear up on the screen it doesn't matter.

Everything else goes away.

Well, it's magic, babe. All the great ones got it. It's why we keep going

Magic? Yep. And romance.

Fact. I've been thinking about that all day long.

Lacey!

Mrs. Lacey!

Oh, honey.

Madame?

Perfect timing, Jimmy!

Magic and romance.

Once around the park, Jimmy.