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♪ ♪

NARRATOR:
This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H.

She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how
to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,
which ain't easy,

'cause when they met,

it was murder.

♪ ♪

[WHIMPERS]

♪ ♪

[CLICKS]

Omit one Jonathan Hart.

What do you think?

Looks good to me.

I mean the swing.

The swing, the sway,
everything is fine.

You're no help.

Oh, darn.

Don't worry, darling.

You always did look cute
with a pail and shovel.

What a beautiful day
sur la plage.

You think you've
got enough club?

I don't know.

I think maybe I need a...

five.

Ah. Thanks.

Give it a blast.

♪ ♪

Oh.
You all right?

I'm fine.

Boy, when you said
blast it on out of here,

you weren't kidding.

LT. GREY:
From the fragments
we found on the bomb,

it was clearly
a professional job.

Looks like someone
wants you dead.

Maybe it was a mistake.

Maybe they thought it was

someone else in the golf cart.

A possibility.

I don't think it was a mistake.

This is the second time
that they've tried.

What?

Well, last week when
I was driving home,

the car went out of control.

So I had it checked
into, and, uh,

the steering column was almost
sawed completely through.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Well, I didn't want to
worry you, darling,

and I had our security
look into it.

Well, if I were you,
Mr. Hart,

I'd be very careful.

Oh, that's very reassuring.
Thank you, lieutenant.

No, what I mean is, we'll
do the best we can.

Uh, thanks, lieutenant.

In the meantime, take care.

Have a nice day, considering...

If someone wants you dead,

there must be a reason.

I think we'll find out
what it is.

Yeah. Well,
in the meantime,

just remember what
the lieutenant said.

About what?

About taking care of yourself.

Remember...

you belong to me.

♪ ♪

STANLEY:
The last thing I wanted
to show you

was the guest list for

the opening
at the gallery tonight.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]
Yes, Deanne?

Mr. Grant is here.

Send him in, will you, please?

This is all very good, Stanley.

You seem to have handled

the security arrangements
real well.

Well, Jonathan,

you look terrific,

considering your big blowup
at the club.

Ha. Thanks
very much, Owen.

Well, you certainly shook
the place up. How are you?

Wonderful, thanks.

You know Stanley Friesen?
Of course. Hello, Stanley.

Hello, sir. How are you?
Uh, we'll be seeing you tonight

at the opening of the gallery?
No, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I have a previous
business commitment.

Uh, I guess I'll be going, sir.

Nice seeing you,
Mr. Grant.

Nice seeing you.

Thanks very much, Stanley.

Well, Jonathan...

all you have to do

is sign these 20 or 30
legal forms,

and ownership of
your sculpture collection

and the new piece
you commissioned

w ill pass to the city.
Oh, that's terrific.

I'm very pleased
about this project.

And I'm really looking forward

to the unveiling tonight.

Yes. A lot of people are.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Good evening, folks.

Some party you got here.

You enjoying
yourself, lieutenant?

Yeah. But, uh,
I don't like it.

Something can go wrong.

There's... There's too many
people here.

Do people dress like this
all the time?

Have some champagne?

Oh, thanks, Max.
Thank you, Max.

You know, uh,

I'm a little nervous being here.

I could use a little
fortification myself.

How about some champagne?

How about something
a little stronger?

You got it. Follow me.

♪ ♪

Everything's going along
right on schedule, Mr. Hart.

Thanks, Stanley.
How are you doing, Deanne?

I'm fine.

So you think
it's about time, huh?

It's about time, sir.

[SIGHS]

Darling.
[SIGHS]

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

May I have
your attention, please?

On behalf of Hart Industries,

it's my pleasure to congratulate
the city on the opening

of this, uh,
new municipal art gallery.

[APPLAUSE]

It is my pleasure
to officially unveil

this beautiful piece of work

by that great sculptor,
Giocondi.

[APPLAUSE]

We all know that a picture
is worth a thousand words,

so instead of saying
anything more...

I give you this beautiful
new sculpture.

[SCREAMS, GASPS]

Jonathan!

♪ ♪

Here, Mrs. Hart.
You forgot this.

Oh, thank you, Norman.
Just what I was looking for.

[SIGHS]
I thought it went well.

Oh. So did I.

You were very convincing.

Not a bad performance.

But if you think
that was something,

wait till you see
the show I'm opening in.

Oh, I'd love to.

NORMAN:
I'll send you a couple
of tickets.

JENNIFER:
Good.

Great job, Norman.
Thanks again.

Nothing to it, Mr. Hart.
Show business is my life.

I hope this dumb little
show of yours works.

Please, lieutenant.

Show, yes.
Dumb, no.

I got an early
rehearsal tomorrow,

so, uh, if you all don't mind...

I'll show you out, Norman.

Thanks.
Good night, Mr. Hart.

Good night, Norman,
and thanks again.

Oh, remember. You're invited
to my opening night.

I'm playing Nathan Detroit
in a revival of Guys and Dolls.

If I'm back from the dead,
Norman,

I'd be delighted.
Good luck.

You know,
this thing better work.

My job is on the line.

Oh, well, thanks for
your concern, lieutenant.

Uh, would you like some Scotch?

Okay.

You know, it's a good thing
you talked to the commissioner.

We're friends.

Uh, tell me something.

Now, what was the magic
formula you used

to make the old man
go for a scheme like this?

Common sense.

It's the only way to find out
who wants me out of the way,

and why.
Mr. Hart, lieutenant...

Come on, it's almost time
for the 11:00 news.

Oh. We don't want to
miss that.

[NEWS THEME
PLAYS ON TV]

NEWS ANCHOR:
From the desert to the sea

to all of Southern California,
good evening.

Tonight, shock waves reverberate

throughout our community

after the murder
of Jonathan Hart,

one of America's
leading industrialists

and philanthropists.

Our live minicam takes you
live, now, to Hart Industries,

where a statement is being made.

On behalf of Mrs. Hart
and Hart Industries...

I'd like to thank everyone for
their expressions of sympathy.

In accordance
with Mr. Hart's wishes,

there will be
no funeral services.

We'll have more
on the untimely death

of Jonathan Hart after this.

WOMAN:
The sea never suffers

from underarm perspiration.

But you're not the sea...

Max was good, wasn't he?

Isn't that something?

A brief message interrupted
by a commercial.

Uh, fame is fleeting, darling.

NEWS ANCHOR:
Jonathan Hart will be missed,

though the contributions made
to our community will live on.

On another note,
police in Manhattan Beach

are baffled by a series
of street...

OWEN:
Congratulations, Jenks.

This was even better

than the way you eliminated
Tommy Nickerson.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, now that Hart is dead,
what are we gonna do?

I have something in mind.

Phase one was the elimination
of Tommy Nickerson.

Phase two was the death
of Jonathan Hart.

Now it's time to
begin phase three.

Would you have this delivered,
please?

JENKS:
"Mr. Billy Ray Thompson,

Rural Route 24,
High Sierra, California."

What is it?

Billy Ray is about to receive
a very large gift.

♪ ♪

Uh. May I help you?

Ja. Danke.

I am looking for the office
of Frau Hart.

Oh. Uh, Frau Hart's
office is... Is right this way.

Let me show you.
Danke.

Follow me.

Uh, excuse me, Mrs. Hart.

Uh, Deanne was away
from her desk, and...

Fritz!

Jennifer.

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

This is Jonathan's uncle,
Fritz von Hardt, Stanley.

When did your plane get here?

At 10:03 exactly.
Oh.

I, of course, flew on
our own Swiss airline.

Oh.
Oh, you're Swiss,
Mr. von Hardt?

If I was any more Swiss,

I would be a cuckoo clock.

Uh, Herr Friesen.
Stanley Friesen.

Distinct pleasure.

Likewise.
Of course.

Um, if you won't be needing me,

I'll be leaving.

Thank you, Stanley.

Think nothing of it,
Mrs. Hart.

JONATHAN [NORMAL VOICE]:
By the way, Stanley...

Yes, Mr. Hart.

Mr. Hart?

Well, I guess the makeup
job was a success,

wouldn't you say, darling?

Almost as authentic
as Swiss cheese.

I'll say.

It looks so real.

Yeah, a friend of mine,
Frank Westmore,

a Hollywood makeup artist,
he did it for me.

Great job, isn't it?
It's incredible.

I wonder if he could do
anything for my hair?

Well, I don't know, Stanley.

The next time I see him,
I'll ask him.

Excuse me, I... Oh.
Excuse me, Mrs. Hart.

I... I didn't realize
you had visitors.

Uh. Deanne, this is
Mr. Hart's uncle,

Fritz von Hardt.

Oh. Very nice to meet you.
Pleasure.

Um, the plant expansion people
are waiting for you

in the conference room.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Uh, Fritz,
would you come with me?

I'd like you to sit in
on this meeting.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, Stanley,
why don't you fill Deanne in

on our Swiss family tree.

Certainly,
Mrs. Hart.

Expanding plants.
What is this?

Oh, I'll explain it all
to you later.

Auf Wiedersehen.

That's Mr. Hart.

What?
It's Mr. Hart.

MAN 1:
So to sum up...

if you decide to renovate

the magnesium products
uh, facilities,

uh, it would have a great effect

upon the steel processing.

Uh, in the long run, of course.

So, Mrs. Hart, uh,

what do you think?

Well, there are...

so many things to consider.

I mean...

there are not so many things

to consider, are there? Ha.

Uh, that's my point exactly.

So we alter the polymer process.

Yes.

No. I...

Well, you may think yes, but no.

Let's not.

MAN 2:
Excellent, Mrs. Hart.

That's exactly my opinion.

Good.

MAN 1:
Now, Mrs. Hart,
we have to, uh...

We have to answer
some questions here

from the Farquar Brake,
uh, division.

We do?

MAN 1:
Oh, yes, we do.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Excuse me.
Uh, Mrs. Hart.

Could you come back
to the office?

I'm afraid there's an emergency.
An emergency?

Uh, well, kind of a disaster,

but you'll have to see
for yourself.

Oh, will you excuse me,
please, gentlemen?

Fritz. Would you,
please...?

Gentlemen.

♪ ♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, howdy there, folks.

Come on in here.
How you doing?

Uh, I'm... I'm sorry,
Mrs. Hart.

There wasn't...
That's all right, Deanne.

I beg your pardon.

Forgive my ignorance...

But, uh, who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm,
uh, Billy Ray Thompson.

And who do I have the pleasure
shaking hands with here?

I am Fritz von Hardt.

The late Jonathan Hart's uncle.

Well, it's just real nice
to meet you, Fritz.

I'm the late
Jonathan Hart's heir.

You're what?

Uh, I'm the late
Jonathan Hart's heir?

He, uh... He left all this
to me in this will.

Let me see that.

I guess you folks are probably

as surprised about this
as I am...

but, I... I showed that
to my attorney,

and, uh, he said
everything's on the up and up,

so, uh...

[CHUCKLES]
Well...

I guess I'm
the boss here, now. Heh.

BILLY RAY:
I can tell you for sure

it's the last thing I ever
expected to get in the mail.

Can you tell me why you think

Mr. Hart left
you everything?

[CLICKS TONGUE]
I don't know. I...

I think it's probably because
that time I saved his life.

You saved his life?

BILLY RAY:
Yes, sir, I did.

It was about, uh... About
four or five years ago.

There was this
real big blizzard.

Big blizzard.

Blizzard. What...?
What is blizzard?

BILLY RAY:
Uh, snowstorm.
Big snowstorm.

Snowstorm. Ja. I know this.

Anyway, I was coming home,
I heard this sound.

It was a pitiful,
terrible voice.

And he's calling out for help.

And you're absolutely sure
it was Mr. Hart?

BILLY RAY:
Oh, yes, ma'am, it was.

He had taken and fallen off

in a trench into real deep snow.

Walked up to the edge
of that trench,

I looked down in there...

and there he was at the bottom
of a 30-foot hole.

He was all broken.
He's bleeding.

Looked like he is near
froze to death too.

It was cold.
It was... It... Near zero.

What did you do then?

Well, I got this rope
off my backpack,

and I tied one end of
that sucker to my snowmobile,

and then I threw the other end
down near to him.

And then I just yanked him

right out of that
big old 40-foot-deep hole.

Huh.
[CHUCKLES]

He was real grateful.

Ja. I would be also.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, I tell you, boy,
look at this.

Billy Ray Thompson
owning all of this.

Whew.

Mr. Thompson...
would you mind very much

if I made a copy of this?

Um...

No, I guess that
would be all right.

Thank you.

Deanne, would you
come in here, please?

Yes, Mrs. Hart.

Oh. You're...
You're Mrs. Hart.

I... I should've known that.

Mrs. Hart...

I'm real sorry about
what happened to your husband.

He was a real nice man.

Thank you.

Why is it always the nice ones
die first?

Isn't that always the way?

DEANNE:
Yes, Mrs. Hart?

Uh, Deanne... would you, uh,

make a couple of copies
of this, please?

Sure.

Uh, little lady?
Uh, hang on there.

Mind if I go with her?

I... I just as soon not let this
out of my sight

until, uh, we get it to a judge,

or, you know, somebody like that

that'll declare it official.

Sure. Follow me.
Okey-doke.

Well, we certainly
did smoke him out.

He's, uh, the smoke,
but not the fire.

He couldn't concoct all this
on his own and forge a will.

The thing is that
it's not all concocted.

You mean there really was
a blizzard?

Snowstorm.

And you fell 30 to 40 feet
into a crevice?

Ten-foot trench.
And broke your leg?

Twisted my ankle.

But Billy Ray did come by
and pick me up on his snowmobile

and give me a ride into town.

Oh, well, I remember.

You were out on that survey trip
with the geologist.

What's his name?
Hamilton Baily.

That's right.

But when you came home
you didn't even need

so much as a bandage
on your ankle.

You might say that maybe
Billy Ray Thompson

exaggerates a little.

Yeah, but the only thing is
that the incident did happen.

And he did pick you up
on the snowmobile,

and somebody may have seen him.

What are we gonna do?

Well, I'd like to have
Owen Grant look at the will.

And I'd like to find out
whether Billy Ray

really worked this thing out
on his own,

and if he has a chance
of actually pulling it off.

♪ ♪

OWEN:
It certainly looks like
Jonathan's handwriting.

The real problem
is that it isdated

after Jonathan's
last formal will.

[IN GERMAN ACCENT]
Does that mean it is
an informal will?

What it means is,
if it's authentic,

it's a perfectly legal document.

But it wasn't witnessed
by anyone.

According to California law,

witnesses are not required
on handwritten wills.

To be valid, it must be written,

dated, and signed
in Jonathan's handwriting.

And this will is,
so it could be valid.

But it must be a forgery.

Uh, I'll have the court
check it out.

But don't worry, Jennifer.

I'm going to contest this will,

even if it takes years
before it's settled.

Years?

Well, in a claim against

an estate as large as this,

it can be very complicated.

But I'll be with you
through it all.

No matter how long it takes.

I will be here also.

Oh, thank you...

both.

You're very fortunate to have
a family member with you

at a time like this.

Yes.

Are you planning to be here
long, Mr. von Hardt?

Call me, please, Fritz, ja?

Actually... I plan
to stay permanently.

My other plans are not yet made.

And, uh...

Jennifer needs
my business advice.

I see.

Jennifer...

I have a few things
to discuss with youprivately.

Can I see you for dinner
tonight, say around 8:00?

Oh. Yes, of course.

Good, excellent.
I'll... I'll pick you up.

Goodbye, Jennifer.
Goodbye, Fritz.

Don't bother to see me out.

♪ ♪

Auf Wiedersehen.

Bye-bye, Owen.

[DOOR OPENS]

Dinner at 8:00.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Do you think he wants
to discuss the will?

Maybe.

But something tells me

he'd rather mix
business with pleasure.

Know what I mean?
Hm-hm.

♪ ♪

Do you have any other samples
of Mr. Hart's handwriting?

Uh, yes.

Letters.

Hm.

Well, what do you think?

Well, there are a few strokes
here and there

that aren't consistent, but...

under oath I'd have to say

it's Mr. Hart's
handwriting.

Could this be the work
of some forger?

The only forger I know

who could do work like this
is Tommy Nickerson.

No, we thought of that.

Nickerson's dead.

Dead.

Well, life is short,
art is long.

JENNIFER:
Well, thank you very much,

Mr. Matthews.

No trouble.
Anytime.

It's a pleasure getting a breath
of fresh air. Heh-heh.

Yeah, I'm sure it's been great.

Let's go.

I gotta get him back to jail.

Thank you, lieutenant.

It's too bad
about Tommy Nickerson.

Got out of prison early
and, bang,

gets hit by a car.

He could've been your man.

Danke, Herr Matthews.

I'll see you out.

Gentlemen...

So much for that.

Interesting, isn't it?

The one man who
could have helped us

conveniently turns up dead.

Interesting.

And a little scary.

Well, who's ever behind this

seems to have thought
of everything.

Maybe your dinner
tonight with Owen

might uncover something.

♪ ♪

[PIANO PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC]

[CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE POPS]

Thank you.
I'll pour.

Oh, champagne.

What are we celebrating?

[CHUCKLES]

Just my incredible good fortune

in having such
a charming dinner guest.

Oh-ho. That's very nice.
Thank you, Owen.

Cheers.
Cheers.

[BOTH SIGH]

[SIGHING]
Well, so, uh,

you said you had
something important

you wanted to discuss with me.

Yes. Yes, I do. I do.

Oh, I wanted to talk
to you about...

certain matters.

I don't think I understand.

Well, let's just say

that I felt uncomfortable
talking to you

with that, um, Fritz fellow
hanging around.

Oh, you don't have to
worry about Fritz.

You can speak as openly
in front of Fritz

as if you were speaking
to Jonathan.

I trust him implicitly.

I'm sure you do.

But, uh, I could
hardly talk about...

my feelings for you
in front of him.

Now, could I?

I wonder where that captain is
with the menus.

I'm absolutely starved.
Aren't you?

Jennifer.

Jennifer, I know

this is not
the proper time or place,

but...

I want to help you.

I want to be by your side.

By my side.

Mm-hm.

Oh. Well,
look who's here.

[EXCITEDLY]
Fritz.

[LAUGHING]
Fritzie, over here.

What a wonderful surprise.

Absolutely wunderbar.

Ach du Lieber.

What a coincidence.

Here I am, all by myself, alone,

and who do I see
but my dear friends,

Frau Jennifer and Herr Grant.

Oh, you're alone, Fritz.

Well, you really must
come and join us.

Nein, nein, nein.
I could not.

Jennifer, we... We do have a lot
of important things to discuss.

Maybe I should join you.

As you Americans say,

why not?

[SIGHS]
[SIGHS]

My, my, my.

Isn't this just ducky?

Yes, isn't it just.

[CHUCKLES]
Danke.

Oh, would you please
excuse me?
Ja, ja.

I'll be back in just a minute.

FRITZ [SIGHING]:
Isn't she lovely?

This is nice, ja?

What a remarkable coincidence

that you just happened to
pick this restaurant tonight.

Ja. Ja, ja.

Prost.

What's your game, mister?

Game?

What is this game?

Is it money you're
after or what?

Nein, nein.
You misunderstand. Huh.

Do I?
I don't think so.

The dutiful uncle shows up
for an indefinite stay,

comforts the grieving widow,

and then starts to
advise her on the operation

of a highly profitable business.

Ah. So you think
that I try to

keep this all in the family,

so to speak?
Not "so to speak."

That's exactly what I think.

But my job is to protect
Mrs. Hart from fortune hunters.

And sometimes it makes
much more sense

to pay someone handsomely

instead of fighting him.

Do you understand my meaning?

I think, possibly,

maybe I'm beginning to.

Ja.
Mm.

How are you two getting along?

Oh, wonderfully well.
Isn't that so, Fritz?

Ja. Like one million
Swiss francs.

JENNIFER:
So...

what shall we have for dinner?

Uh, poor Fritz is not
feeling too well,

so he's decided not to
join us after all.

Isn't that right, Fritz?

Ja, ja, ja. That is right.
Alone you must be.

Do you have to leave?

Alas, yes,
I must go. Ja.

[ALL GASP]

[ANGRILY]
You...!

Oh, how clumsy.
You idiot!

I'm so sorry.
Forgive me, please.

Oh, Owen, you're drenched.

Better go home
and change your clothes.

You'll catch your death.

No, no. It'll be fine.

JENNIFER:
No, I absolutely
insist.

We can have dinner another time.

Uh, Fritz, are you going
directly home?

Ja, Jennifer.

Good. Then you can
give me a ride.

Forgive me, ja?
Please.

Oh, besides, if you're
not feeling well,

we better get you home.

Ja. Perhaps a bowl
of chicken soup.

Oh, that would be super.

Now, Owen, you should just
go home and dry up.

I-I mean...

Uh, I'll call you soon.
Uh...

Forgive me, ja?

Uh, come on, Fritzie.
Guten Abend.

♪ ♪

Clumsiness can be fatal,
Herr Fritz.

♪ ♪

JENNIFER:
It's a good thing
that you came along,

because in another five minutes,
I was gonna bop him one.

Well... there he is.

Old Fritz.

Oh. Yes.
It's great.

I don't know how
you women take it...

putting that makeup on
and taking it off.

Ugh.

It's really fantastic.

John, don't you think it's time
we call Lieutenant Gray?

And tell him what?

That Grant wanted to
make a move on you?

And he was willing to pay off
Fritz to make it possible?

Now, I don't think
that would have much to do

with proving that he was
part of the murder attempt.

No, I suppose not.

Well, I guess we're just
gonna have

to keep looking for evidence.

That and chicken "zoup."

Chicken zoup?

Isn't that what you said
was good for what ails me?

[CHUCKLES]

I guess I did, didn't I?
Heh-heh.

On the other hand,
I have a better cure.

Ah, just what
the doctor ordered.

♪ ♪

JENKS:
I thought you made
a deal with him.

Yeah, well, he seemed
to go along with it.

There's something suspicious

about that Fritz von Hardt.

I have to get some
information on him.

Who do we know in Geneva?

There's Fiedling.

No, he's in Zurich, though.

I'll get in touch with him.

Maybe he can learn something

about this Herr von Hardt.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

See who it is.

[DOOR OPENS]

Guess who.

[CHUCKLING]

Whoo-wee, lookie here.

Oh, boy, this is some place
you've got here.

Bet it cost you
a pretty penny, didn't it?

Billy Ray,
what are you doing here?

I thought we'd agreed

that we wouldn't
be seen together.

Ah, don't you go gettin'
hot under the collar.

I ain't done nothin' wrong.

What do you want?

[SIGHS]

A drink wouldn't hurt none.

All right.

What else?

[SIGHS]
Well...

I wanna go home.

I can't wait around here
for this will thing

to get settled.

Uh... Couldn't you just
give me my money now?

Billy Ray...

with so much money at stake,
we can't rush things.

You'll get your money
soon enough.

Now, is anything else
bothering you?

Yeah, yep. This...

This whole business with that
nice Mrs. Hart lady. I...

I don't like connin' her.

JENKS:
But what do you care?

Besides, he left plenty for her.

I kinda like that lady,

and I don't want to see
nothin' bad happen to her.

I just want my money.
That's all.

Billy Ray...

I suggest you have patience.

And you leave everything
to me and Jenks.

Meanwhile, I'll get you

a little money, okay?

Yeah, well, that would
help a little bit.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

There's another thing
that's botherin' me.

That Fritz guy. I don't like
the way he looks at me.

Don't think he likes me
very much.

Mm-hm-hm. Probably not.

And I don't like him.

But it's like...

cards.

♪ ♪

If you don't need a heart...

get rid of it.

[SIGHS]

♪ ♪

JENNIFER:
Baily remembers less about
that survey than you did.

[JENKS STARTS CAR]

The was only person
with me on that survey.

And that was Hamilton Baily.

I don't think anyone else knew

that, uh, Billy Ray pulled
me out of the snow.

The only thing we've got to
go on is that phony will.

We've been over it
a thousand times.

I know, but there's something
about it that bothers me.

What?

I don't know.
Something I'm missing.

The only thing
we know for certain

is that I didn't
write that will.

Right.

♪ ♪

What's that?

Well, either the guy
behind us is a road hog,

or we're in for
a little trouble.

[REVS ENGINE]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[GLASS BREAKS]

JENNIFER [INTO INTERCOM]:
Deanne, is Stanley back yet?

DEANNE:
He's standing here,
waiting.

Oh, would you
send him in, please?

DEANNE:
Okay.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Uh, hello, Mrs. Hart,
Mr. Hart.

Or should I say,
"Mr. von Hardt."

[CHUCKLES]
Gut, gut.

Need any help?

No, I'm okay.

Stanley, uh,
did you have any luck?

Uh, yes,
Mr. Hart.

You were right. Uh...
There was something strange

about the death of that forger,
Tommy Nickerson.

Uh-huh.

STANLEY:
He was hit by a car
on the street,

but several of
the witnesses thought

that the car
deliberately hit him.

A staged automobile accident.

Does that sound familiar?

It certainly does.

I'd like to have the name
of that law firm

that got Tommy out of jail
in the first place.

They might have some information
we could use.

He had great lawyers.

The firm of Huntzinger and Zotz.

Now, that is a coincidence.

Why is it so coincidental?

Huntzinger and Zotz
take in a lot of work

for Owen Grant.

Why not? They recently
merged into his firm.

They did?

Uh, thanks a lot, Stanley.
Uh, you've been very helpful.

Uh, don't mention it.

Auf Wiedersehen.

How about that.

The firm connected
with Owen Grant

gets Tommy Nickerson
out of prison early.

And then a few weeks later,

he's has an accident,
and is killed.

Hm.

A little too convenient.

The date.

The will that Billy Ray
brought in here

was written after
my original will was drawn up.

And who else would have
knowledge of that will

but Owen Grant?

But how can you prove that?

What could he possibly
have to gain?

Money.
And as your advisor,

he could suggest to you
that, uh,

you could settle out of court
with Billy Ray,

instead of going there
and fighting it out.

But Owen's a wealthy man.

No one ever gets enough,

but I think it's more than
money that he's after.

What do you mean?

Oh.

The wealthy widow.

Through you he could
control the entire company.

And you got to admit,

he does have an eye for you.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

Yes, Deanne?

A Billy Ray Thompson
here to see you.

Uh, tell her
to give us a minute.

Uh, Deanne, give me a minute,

and then send him in.

They'll be with you
in just a second.

Oh, delightful.
Thank you.

That's somethin', isn't it?

[CHUCKLES]

I think we're going to
find some proof.

How?

♪ ♪

DEANNE:
Now you can
go in now.

Heh-heh.
Thank you very much.

[CHUCKLING]
Well...

Will you lookie there
at you two, huh?

Ah.
Billy Ray.

"Ah. Billy Ray."
Yeah.

Boy, if you don't beat all.

It's mighty upsettin'

to see you trompin' all over
your dead husband's memory

with that uncle of his.

I guess you're just as bad
as all the rest of 'em, huh?

What do you mean,
all the rest of them?

Nothin'. I was just runnin' off
at the mouth.

Y'all go ahead
and do what you wanna do.

FRITZ:
Wait. One moment,
please, Billy Ray. Would you...?

Would you mind if
I spoke to Billy Ray alone?

No, no, no. Not at all.
It'll only take a moment.

Ja, ja.
Fine.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

If you are willing,
we could make a deal.

A deal?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I-I... I just want what's due me.

What about Grant?

Grant who?

Grant.
The lawyer.

I-I-I don't know
nothing about him.

He must have led me astray.

He said you would cut me in.

Shoot. Heh-heh.

He did. Well.

Are you tryin' to con me?

Well, why would I do that?

You know what your deal is.

All I know is I got this will,

and that's that.

Grant made me some
very nice promises.

He said you would go along.

I don't wanna hear any of this.

I don't wanna hear
any more at all, okay?

I'm gonna leave.

And, uh, I'll just be...

I'll be seeing you
in the funny papers, buddy.

[DOOR OPENS]

Well...

Did you strike pay dirt?

No, but I think
I struck a nerve.

Now all we gotta do is, uh,

find out where
Billy Ray is going.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Well, it isn't exactly
the royal suite, is it?

Well, I've been
talking to Fritz.

So?
Well, according to Fritz,

you're trying to muscle me out,

just like you did that guy
that forged the will.

Are you crazy?
Now, why would I do that?

That's what I'm here
to find out, isn't it?

The cupboard's bare.

Well, I don't get it.

Huh.

A $10 million mansion
with no furniture.

When one runs out of money...

one has to sell what he has.

You see, Billy Ray,

they tricked you,
so they could follow you.

Wasn't very neighborly
thing to do, Fritz.

Not Fritz.

Jonathan Hart.

BILLY RAY [CHUCKLING]:
No.

Uh-uh. No.

I did a little checking
on our Swiss friend.

He doesn't exist.

Let me congratulate you,
Jonathan,

on a superior job of deception.

And I thought only
my hairdresser knew for sure.

This way, please.

♪ ♪

Through the doors.

To the left.

Well...

I thought you said
you sold everything.

What you see here
is all I have left.

The most precious of
my remaining possessions.

Do these...

accessories suit you, Jennifer?

Oh, yes.
All except one:

the gun.

JONATHAN:
You set up those
murder attempts

then you had Billy Ray
bring in his phony will,

thinking that I was dead.
Correct?

Correct, Jonathan.

It seemed a foolproof way
to get my hands on quite a lot

of Hart Industries' money.

Being down to
your last Chippendale

didn't suit you.

That phony will isn't
going to fool anyone.

On the contrary, my dear...

my late client
was a brilliant forger.

That will is a work of art.

Besides, even if the will
didn't hold up,

Billy Ray's claim
could have frozen

Hart's Industries'
assets for a long time.

And I'm sure you would've
settled generously,

just to have the whole matter
over and done with.

Don't count on it.

I don't think I need to now.

What, uh...?

What are we gonna do with them?

Everyone already thinks

Jonathan Hart is dead,

so he won't be missed...

when he dies for real.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Hart.

What about her?

Another...

unfortunate obstacle.

[NERVOUSLY]
Just a minute, Mr. Grant...

Tie them up, Billy Ray.

I-I don't wanna do this.

[ANGRILY]
Do as I say, you clodhopper.

The alternative
is life imprisonment.

[BILLY RAY
EXHALES DEEPLY]

♪ ♪

[GRUNTS]

You all right?

Fine.

♪ ♪

Freeway. Will you
give me a break?

You coming to bed, darling?

[GERMAN ACCENT]
Ja, ja, ja, meinLiebchen.

One little moment,
please, yes?
[CHUCKLES]

Oh, Fritzie's back.

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
No, Fritz is not back.

As a matter of fact,

all that's left
of Fritz is the accent.

And... this.

Oh. Alas, poor Fritz,

I knew you well.

Hm.

Will you miss him?
I don't know.

He was an awfully good lover.

Oh.

And I really did like
that mustache.

Well...

that's easily remedied.

Hey, look.

Aww.

[CHUCKLES]

I always wondered
what it would be like

being in bed with Groucho Marx.

[IMITATING GROUCHO MARX]
You bet your life.

Say the magic word
and collect $100.

[CHUCKLES]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪