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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Are you crazy? You expect me
to smuggle this into Egypt?

Put it in your hand luggage.

That would be less than honest!

Our concern is what the Cairo
police are going to have to say.

A simple omission is frequently
tantamount to a lie.

Think of it as an
investment in our future.

Your wife becomes the only
collateral you have.

That man gives me the shivers.

He's a former
CIA operative.

Don't move or you'll get
a free tracheotomy.

I'm Mr. Grimes' mother

I put me on the line, Rudy, you
understand that? My body.

You'll be lucky to get out
of Cairo with your skin!

The police have implicated two
friends of mine in serious crimes.

Sherif, I'm looking at the reports.

Carbon dating puts it
over 4,000 years old.

This is the original
Nefertari bust from Medina.

I bet my life on it.

[Faris] Thank God!
This is wonderful news.

How quickly can you get it here?

[Sally] What are you talking
about? Are you crazy?

You expect me to smuggle
this into Egypt?

Miss Otterburn,
I have no intention

of entrusting a $10 million artifact

to the mail service.

I've told you what's in it for you.

Put it in your hand luggage.

The museum has carte Blanche
with the custom service,

and I'll have an affidavit for you

verifying that it's only a replica.

I'll take it off your
hands at the airport.

And what excuse am I supposed
to use for dropping everything

and hopping a plane to Cairo?

That persistent woman on
the board of your museum,

what's her name?
Fletcher.

She seems most anxious to
finalize the exchange exhibition

between the Museum of Cultural
History in New York and us here.

Tell her
I've agreed to it,

but under no circumstances let
her know what you're carrying.

It'll take me a month
to get this together.

Good Lord, no.
A week, at the latest,

or I could find myself
in great difficulty.

[Bradford on phone] Hello.
We hit pay dirt.

The one here in Cairo is a fake,

the real thing just
turned up in New York.

And you can get your hands on it?

[Grimes] Shouldn't be
very difficult at all.

Excellent, Rudy, excellent.

Listen, I've gotta run.
Why don't we meet tomorrow,

we'll finalize the details, all right?

I'll call you.
Right, great, thanks.

Rudy Grimes.

He thinks he can make a deal on
the broodmare I told you about.

Oh, that's wonderful,
Bradford.

How much will you need?

300,000.

I can manage it, I suppose.
Do me up, will you?

This one's a winner, darling.

And a bargain.

Bloodlines going all the
way back to Secretariat.

Think of it as an
investment in our future.

Wouldn't want me to spend my entire life

coming to you for handouts, would you?

Have I ever complained?

Announcing the arrival of Egypt Air

flight number 985 from New York.

Passengers may be met at Gate 20

after completing customs.

I can't believe
Faris is not here.

Oh, I'm sure he'll turn up, Sally.

I mean, after all, you said
he was very enthusiastic

about our exchange agreement.

Oh! There's our driver.

I think you'd better tell Naser

that my Arabic is still
somewhat limited.

Not to worry, I speak English
and I'm a very safe driver.

For two years I have driven
a cab in Manhattan.

Really? A New York taxi driver?

Yes!

Oh, I think those are our suitcases.

Right there.
I will get them.

This one, and that one.

Hey! Stop it!

[Jessica] His face...

I'm terribly sorry.
I allowed him to get away.

Oh, well, it wasn't your fault.

I mean, why would anybody
want my carry-on bag?

I'll go and get security.

Where on Earth is Faris?

You all right?
I am fine. Thank you.

[Faris] Of course it's not an
inconvenient time, Minister,

but if you had called earlier,

I would have arranged for a luncheon.

That is very kind, Sherif,

but I find my little surprise
visits give me a more

candid view of my museum director's
management capabilities, huh?

Hello?
[Sally] Mr. Faris?

Our American guests.

Oh, hello, Miss Otterburn.
Welcome to Egypt.

Some welcome!
I'm barely off the plane

and somebody tries to
steal you-know-what.

Why the hell aren't you here?

Oh, oh. Yes, yes.

The Nile can be lovely at
this time of the year.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to
meet you at the airport,

but the Minister of Antiquities
had some urgent business.

He's here with me right
now, as a matter of fact.

Look, obviously somebody knows
I have your little statuette

and he's going to try again.

I'm gonna bring it over
to the museum now.

Please, that really won't be necessary.

I will call you at your hotel.

[Sally] All right.

We are appraising the
authenticity of everything

in all our museums, from
Aswan to Alexandria.

Naturally, I'll be happy
to help in any way I can.

I am sure that you will, Sherif,

just as I am sure that
you, of all my curators,

have nothing to conceal.

Pardon, mesdames. Inspector Halim,
Cairo police.

Oh, yes. How do you do, Inspector?

And you, I believe, are
that author P.D. James?

No. J.B. Fletcher.

I just got in from Luxor.

Security informed me that one
of your bags has been stolen.

Yes.

This type of crime is unusual in Egypt.

Can you describe the thief?

Oh, yes, I can. He appeared
to be a Westerner,

Caucasian, 6'1 ", about 175 pounds.

Dark brown jacket and khaki pants.

Interesting.
Uh, and your bag?

Did it contain any valuables?

Well, mostly paperwork, but very
important to my trip here.

I mean, it took a great
deal of work to prepare.

Mrs. Fletcher and I are here
to arrange for a transfer

of artifacts from the Cairo museum.

I was under the impression
the industrial nations

had given up ransacking the
treasures of the ancient world.

Well, it's a temporary exchange
exhibition, Inspector,

with our museum in New York.

And as your half of the bargain,
you'll loan us Mickey Mouse?

I'd prefer you return the Rosetta Stone.

Well, then you'd better
speak to the English,

because I'm sure you're aware
it's in the British Museum.

Forgive me, Mrs. Fletcher.

To atone, I shall make certain
that your police report

doesn't get lost in the
usual bureaucratic maze.

Well, I would certainly hope
so, Inspector. Thank you.

[Bradford] What the hell do
you mean, the wrong bag?

You said this would be a
simple interception.

Get off my case, for God's
sake, these things happen.

You should've moved when I told you to.

The thing was just sitting
there in New York.

It was on a plane before
I could mount an operation.

Listen, worst-case scenario...

Stop, stop. Save the
buzzwords, all right?

You're not in the CIA anymore.

Look, you've got just as
much at stake as I do.

Just go get the damn thing.
Whatever it takes.

Well... Are we talking about a broodmare

or possibly a pork belly?

Vanessa, you're back.

Mr. Grimes, is it?

Mrs. Thorpe.

I'll call you as soon as
those papers come through.

Right.

Bradford.

Be a dear, pour me a
Scotch and soda, will you?

This city gets in my throat.

Rudy figures we'll have the deal on the
mare made by the end of the week.

Really?

Still, I think you should choose

your business partners more carefully.

You mean Grimes?

You know something
I don't?

Just intuition, darling.

I wouldn't trust Rudy Grimes to
give me change for a dollar.

[Jessica] And in addition, I'll need
copies of all the insurance endorsements.

[Ruth] Right, but he's not in now.

Yes, but we do need to talk. I
mean, could I reach him later?

He'll be in
about 11:00.

11:00 a.m.
New York time?

Yes. That's in two hours, right?

Uh-huh.
Thank you, Ruth.

Well, at this rate, it'll take
a week to replace our papers.

A week I don't have.

Jessica, this is my friend Boyd Venton.

Oh, it's a pleasure to me you, Boyd.

Pleasure to meet you.

Now, if you're wondering why Sally has
lured you into a half-finished hotel

instead of something plushier...

Well, she told me that you're
giving our museum a price break

and we're very grateful.

Here's your room key,
Mrs. Fletcher. 307.

The elevator's that way, to the left.

Thank you.

Thank you, Naser.

Sally, dear, I'll make the rest
of my calls from the room.

I'll see you later.

Welcome back, Sal.

This old place has come a long way.

I'm surprised you decided to
come back, let alone stay here.

Hmm. I know that you can use
every guest you can get.

Oh, very nice.

Oh, no, no, no, madam.

I was wondering if I might have a
moment of your valuable time.

Well, Naser, after you risked a
broken nose to help save my bag,

how can I say no?

It is my fiancée, Tasnin.

She is a US citizen and
lives in New Jersey.

That has to be difficult,
thousands of miles apart.

When are you planning to get married?

Well, that is the problem.

When I was in America before,
I did not have the work visa.

I had to return to Cairo to
apply for a green card.

That was many months ago.

Uh, but surely when you get married...

I mean, that makes you
eligible for residency.

Yes, but I do not want to
sneak in again illegally.

Then I may never get the green card.

It's a bit of a catch-22, isn't it?

It gets worse. Now I hear my cousin,
Abdullah, is courting Tasnin...

I know you are a famous
lady in America, and...

Well, Naser...

Look, I can't make any promises, but...

Well, I do have a friend in Washington

who may be able to see that your
application gets to the right desk.

You will do this for me?

Thank you a thousand times.

And the blessings of Allah be upon you.

My colleagues say I made
a mistake trusting you.

It's only because of your
wife's considerable assets,

which they regard as collateral
against our generous advances.

I told you, I can't get
at Vanessa's money.

Exactly. If you can't, neither can we.

In which case your wife becomes
the only collateral you have.

Vanessa! No, you wouldn't.

Without the Nefertari, you
have nothing, Mr. Thorpe.

Without Mrs. Thorpe, you
have less than nothing.

I want it by midnight tomorrow,
or we'll foreclose.

Then you'll have it. It's
gonna happen, believe me.

Goodbye then, Mr. Thorpe.

[Sally] Look, I must
speak to Mr. Faris now.

I'm sorry,
Miss Otterburn.

He left the building with the
Minister of Antiquities.

I don't know when he'll be back.

Wonderful.

Damn.

Aren't we jumpy today?

Hell, yes.

I've gotta be back at the
store in 20 minutes.

What's this all about?

Well, you're not gonna need
that job anymore, Laura.

[Laura] Airline tickets?
[Bradford] Mmm-hmm.

Rome. 9:00 tomorrow night,
we're out of here.

It's the big score that I promised you.

It's coming through for us, Laura.

Huh? Hey, sweetheart, what gives?

It's a little sudden, that's all.

I mean, to just scoot off to Rome?

I need some time.

What's to think about?

You and Vanessa, for one.

It hasn't been that
long for us, you know.

Maybe I shouldn't have thrown
it at you like this...

My mind's made up.
Vanessa's history.

You'd really do that
for me, wouldn't you?

Oh, yeah.

Look, I've got to get back.

We'll talk tomorrow, okay?

And there you go.

Now you've got something
to read by, at least.

Great.

I don't know what Sally's
told you about us.

Just that you'd met when she was
interning at the Cairo museum.

We got very serious, but when it
came time for her to leave...

I don't know, we got
our signals crossed.

Her goals were in New York,
and yours were here.

Oh, no! God!
Stop him!

[Jessica] Sally, what's the matter?

What is it?

Someone was in my room,
he took my bag...

It was the same man who stole
my bag at the airport!

What's going on, Sally?
What did he take?

The Medina Nefertari.
It's gone.

The Medina Nefertari was part of
the Alfred Worthington bequest

to the Museum of Cultural History.

But as I remember, that piece was
listed as a Victorian copy.

Except when I examined it, I had a
suspicion that it went back much further.

I ran tests...

The bust was over 4,000 years old.

Faris finally confessed that the original
had been stolen over two years ago.

It's becoming obvious to me, Sally, that
this sudden rush-rush exchange program

with our museum and the
need for our presence,

they were just an excuse for you to
hand-carry the Nefertari back to Cairo.

It was Faris' idea.

We'd get our first world-class exhibit.

And you'd receive the fellowship
at Cairo University,

and the eventual assistant curatorship
here that you told me about, right?

You really wanted to come back?

Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Faris.

I'd hoped that we'd find
Miss Otterburn here.

You're about 10 minutes late, Sherif.

The Nefertari's gone.

How could you have
allowed this to occur?

[Jessica] Look, I don't think this is the
time for recriminations, Mr. Faris.

At the moment, our concern is what the
Cairo police are going to have to say.

Please! No police,
Mrs. Fletcher!

The authorities will inevitably believe

that I had something to do
with the original theft.

In which case, I shall hardly be in a
position to approve the exchange.

Well, I assure you that that's the
farthest thing from my mind right now.

Furthermore, I don't appreciate being
enticed halfway across the world

as a cover for your duplicity.

Mrs. Fletcher. I'm not a vengeful
man, but if I'm arrested,

there will be no way I can avoid
implicating Miss Otterburn.

You mean you'd let
Sally take the blame?

No, Boyd, please...

Under the circumstances,
I think you can see

it serves all our purposes if the police
are not brought in at this time.

All right, for Sally's sake, no police.

Well, for now, at least.

[Sally] Oh, this is just great, Jessica.

Celebrating an exchange that's
never going to happen.

Well, chin up,
Sally. And don't talk to any strangers.

Sally!
Excuse me.

[Sally] We should look at
the other one. You agree?

Yes, I agree.
Let's go.

Would you like to see the other side?

Yeah, right here.

There's something thoroughly barbaric
about him, don't you think?

Well, Mrs. Thorpe.

He doesn't strike me
as pharaoh material.

Well, I'm afraid history
would disagree with you.

Under the Narmer dynasties, there
was the beginning of writing,

the unification of Egypt...

I stand humbly corrected.

Is Mr. Thorpe with you?

More or less. I must
congratulate you, Jessica.

Putting together that museum in New York

from such a decrepit department store.

You mean since we last crossed swords?

Well, it was either the museum

or allowing your people to destroy
a perfectly glorious landmark

to make way for a parking structure.

We must get together while you're here.

I keep telling Bradford, "It's
a wretched enough place

"even when one knows people."

A friend of yours?

Isn't that what all the fuss is about?

It really is exquisite, isn't it?

And as these ladies will attest,
she's like a daughter to me.

Mrs. Fletcher,
Miss Otterburn, Trevor Han.

How do you do?
Delighted.

And if she ever disappeared, the sense
of loss would be devastating, no?

Mrs. Fletcher,
Miss Otterburn.

That man gives me the shivers.

True, but if there's anyone in Cairo who
will know where the statuette can be found,

it's Trevor Han.

He owns an art gallery
near Opera Square.

No one's ever been able
to prove anything,

but he's suspected of being involved
in the illegal export of antiquities.

[Han] Do you understand?

Mrs. Fletcher, my congratulations
on the evening.

It's brought out the crème
de la crème of Cairo.

Thank you, Inspector.

I wish I could make it more
memorable by telling you

my people have recovered
your stolen bag, but...

Well, it's more of an inconvenience
than anything else.

All of the documents are being replaced.

I've been thinking about that,

and how strange that they were
taken in the first place.

And by a man you described
as European or American.

Omar, you are here to help us honor
Mrs. Fletcher and her museum,

not to interrogate her.

Even at college, he was
a compulsive worker.

Sherif, you're looking rather
tense this evening. Overworked?

Or is there something
weighing on your mind?

Please, excuse me. I guess the
jet lag has caught up with me.

I think it's just about that time,
Sally. Gentlemen.

I'll see the ladies to the
door. Good evening, Omar.

What do you mean, you're bailing
out? You can't bail out!

It's gone and I can!

I searched Sally Otterburn's room,
the Fletcher woman's room.

I even got into the hotel safe, nothing.

She must have passed
it to Faris already.

Well, then get into the museum somehow.

Look, I don't think you've
been listening, Mr. Thorpe,

our deal is off, as of now. Goodbye.

[Vanessa] Very nice,
Mr. Grimes.

I hope we don't have to do
business together again.

That's mutual.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Aren't
you forgetting something?

Haven't you enough to retire on already?

You have the Nefertari. I'm sure
by now you've acquired a buyer.

Don't play games with me, lady.
You wanted to keep your husband.

Now, I did what you asked me to do.

[Grimes] Thank you.

A word of free advice...

Knowing some of the people that
your old man's been talking to,

I'd get him out of Cairo, real quick.

I am way ahead of you.

You're welcome.

You move, you're gonna
get a free tracheotomy.

You know, this is a lousy way
to say hello to an old friend.

Hey, Rudy, for old times... Where is it?

You remember the rule
in the good old days

when you were pulling weeds for the CIA?

It's funny, I can't seem to
remember who, what, where, when...

Go on.
Get outta here,

and don't even think about
talking to the police.

One word from me to
Egyptian Intelligence

and they will take you apart,
piece by piece, my friend.

Get outta here.

Have you lost something,
Inspector?

Yeah.

A cufflink. It belonged to my father.

What good is one without the other?

I'm not sure if that's
more of a waste of time

for you or for me,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh? Why would you say that?

'Cause I believe a busy
woman of your reputation

has better things to do than look
at mug shots of petty crooks.

I sense that you're here
for another purpose.

Oh? What is it you think
I haven't told you?

The same thing that makes
Sherif Faris so nervous lately.

An idle speculation, perhaps, but I
suspect there was something more

valuable in your bag than
you are willing to admit.

No, I can assure you I gave you a
complete list of the contents.

Are these all you have?

That's all that fit your general
description of the man.

Well, thank you very much for your time.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.
That's a start.

God, I've missed you.

It's gonna be hard for a while.

We've got your situation to resolve...

I can't think of that right now.

The clean-up on this place is costing
me three times what I figured.

Boyd, it's your dream, and
I believe in it now.

What is it, Boyd?

Sit down...

Something you should know about
me before it all comes out.

About what I was and
did before I met you.

And it has something to do with the
guy who broke into your room.

He's a former
CIA operative.

These days he goes by the
name of Rudy Grimes.

You did good, Laura.
You did real good.

A little pillow talk, Rudy.
That's all it took.

And boom! You find out about your
statue, or whatever it was.

The guy talks in his sleep?

Never mind how I know.

Laura, you know, you really are the
best. You always do your part.

You never ask any questions.
You just grab 20 grand.

Look, just stop treating
me like this, all right?

I'm worth a damn sight more than that!

I put me on the line, Rudy, you
understand that? My body.

You know what that means?

Uh, no... What are you
getting at, Laura?

Considering how much you're
making out of this,

I'd say I'm worth a hell of a lot
more than a lousy 20 grand!

But we have a deal.

I mean, you can take it or, well,
you can leave it, if you want.

I gave up one neat situation for this!

Sweetheart, this gig is a done deal.

Look, it's over.
It's finished.

You'll be sorry, Rudy.

Don't ever call me again.

Mmm, right.
Till the next time.

Telephone.

Yeah?

Sure.

You're damn right
I'm interested.

Mr. Grimes!

As I've already told you,
Inspector, I have no idea

what business Rudy Grimes
had here at the hotel.

[Halim] You were acquainted
with him, however?

[Boyd] Well, sure. Rudy was
a fixture around Cairo.

I mean, I knew him by reputation,

which, to be honest, wasn't the best.

That will be all for now, Mr. Venton.

And now, Mrs. Fletcher, perhaps
we can complete your statement.

Darling...

It's all right.
[Halim] Miss Otterburn...

I'm sure you've numerous other concerns,
Mr. Venton.

I'll see you a little later.

Mrs. Fletcher,

you recognized the decedent's
picture in my office.

He was the person who stole
your bag, wasn't he?

Yes, Inspector. As I was about to
mention earlier in my statement,

I was on my way to you
to explain when...

When you had the misfortune
to find yourself

confronting the man's
corpse in the elevator.

Mrs. Fletcher,
Miss Otterburn,

in my work I find a simple omission
is frequently tantamount to a lie,

and I'm certain neither of you
wants to be guilty of that.

It's time you help me
fill in the blanks.

[Faris] You had to tell him?

Why didn't you just stick a knife
in my heart, Mrs. Fletcher?

At this point, your problems really
are very little concern to me.

I mean, the subterfuge of our
so-called cultural exchange

was bad enough, but now a
man has been murdered.

[Halim] Sherif,
Sherif, Sherif.

When the Medina Nefertari
was first missing,

why didn't you immediately come to me?

I had been foolish enough to
lend it to a curator in Italy.

It was unofficial, I know,
but I saw nothing wrong.

And it would have meant a
feather in the friend's cap.

So much for friends, huh, Sherif?

Yeah. See, he returned
the copy and vanished.

I was desperate, Omar, you know
the Minister of Antiquities.

It would have meant the
end of my career!

So, the original ended up in
the Worthington collection,

and then in our museum.

We've searched the hotel top to bottom,

no sign of statuette.

Grimes' bag was empty
when you found him,

which might suggest he was
either delivering the Nefertari

or expecting to collect it.

Yes, but Naser saw Grimes enter the lobby
and go directly into the elevator.

Now, it's unlikely he had time to
do either before I ran into him.

Well, the fact remains, he was shot
either as he entered the elevator

or when he arrived on the third floor.

Two positions covered by
yourself and Naser Hasan.

Unless the elevator stopped
at the second floor.

Nevertheless,
I'll be questioning your driver further.

Mrs. Fletcher, a favor?
Stay out of my investigation.

Vanessa? What are you doing?

It's what we're doing.

And we're about to redefine
our relationship, Brad.

It's Mother's way from here on.

No more handouts for mythical
business deals, illicit amours.

I don't know what the hell
you're getting at, Vanessa.

Rule number one, no lies.

You borrowed half a million
dollars from Trevor Han.

Vanessa, how do you...

You'll be lucky to get out
of Cairo with your skin!

Then I get a charming little phone
call from your Miss Laura Gibson...

Well, you have a choice,
Brad. You can walk out of here right now

and face the prospect of
making a living on your own.

But if you choose to stay,
then it must be on my terms.

Ours may not be the best of marriages,

but it is the one I
want, heaven help me.

Vanessa...

If you can find it in
yourself to forgive me.

You have a message for me? Yes.

Oh. Thank you.

Naser! From my friend in
Washington. They're tracing your file.

They are? Oh! I am through
the ceiling with joy.

Thank you so much,
Mrs. Fletcher. I must call Tasnin.

Sally! Inspector
Halim mentioned that

there's still no sign of the Nefertari.

If it doesn't turn up by tonight,

I'm afraid we'll have to get the
next flight back to New York.

What floor does Boyd live on?

The second. Why?

I'd like to try a little experiment.

I want you to try to beat the
elevator to the next floor on foot.

What's this about,
Jessica?

Well, I think that the inspector
is on the wrong track.

So, let's just try it.

There! I made it with time to spare.

Yes, indeed. Well, this floor
isn't open to guests, yet.

No.

It wouldn't make a lot of sense
to shoot someone in the lobby.

I mean, it would be too public.

So you think Naser came up
here and killed Grimes?

Well, you've just demonstrated
that he could have,

and he is Inspector
Halim's prime suspect.

Hey, Boyd!

Jessica's just showing me the
mind of a mystery writer.

Really? Well, watch your step. I don't
carry much liability insurance.

Boyd, there's something you didn't
tell Inspector Halim last night.

What do you mean? Well,
you knew Rudy Grimes.

Last night, the police found
a knife on Mr. Grimes.

It was yours, wasn't it?

The same knife you were using
to open a parcel when

Sally and I first arrived here.

Yeah, it's true. I saw him the
night before he was murdered.

I should have told you,
Jessica, but...

She was trying to protect me.

Ah. A friend in Washington told me
that Grimes used to be in the CIA,

and your name came up in his file.

Yeah.

I was barely 21 at the time.

I'd been bumming through
Europe and landed here broke, lost...

Grimes used him, Jessica.

This was before the
Egypt-Israel peace accord.

He was paying me to get information.

You know, it was penny
ante stuff at first...

Later, it got more serious. I
mean, people started dying.

If the government found out even now,
Boyd could be

thrown out of Egypt and lose everything.

You could always count on
Rudy to follow the big money.

So the night before last,
I confronted him.

I figured he'd know where
the statuette was.

And he threatened you with your past?

The big money.

I might know where that was coming from,

and just maybe where the
statuette ended up.

[Jessica] At the reception you
appeared to be arguing with Mr. Han.

You're way off base, Mrs. Fletcher.
I know nothing about this statuette.

Well, then help me any way you can,
Mr. Thorpe.

I mean, the police have implicated two
friends of mine in serious crimes.

And you've admitted having
business with Rudy Grimes.

Well, the upshot of that is,
I never want to hear the name again.

And in point of fact, the
lowlife got what he deserved.

Whoever killed him saved
me a bundle, too.

Saved me a bundle, darling.

Let's get that straight, shall we?

You really have no right coming in
here, asking questions, Jessica.

Now, if you don't mind,
Bradford and I have a plane to catch.

Vanessa, you've helped me more
than you know. You both have.

He says Mr. Grimes used
to eat here every day.

One of his best customers.

Would you tell him that
I'm Mr. Grimes' mother

and I've come to collect his mail.

Mrs. Fletcher! That would
be less than honest!

He says the late Mr. Grimes often told
him how his mother loves mulukhiya.

Her favorite dish.

mulukhiya?

A very spicy green stew.

Green?

Egyptian delicacy.

Delicious.

Thank you. Did he say if there
was any mail for Mr. Grimes?

You really must give me
the recipe for this.

It's so delicious.

Naser, we must be on our way.

Oh, no...

Not yet, Mrs. Grimes.

It is considered very rude
to leave even a crumb.

Thank you.

Welcome. May I have the bag, please?

I thought you were going to let the
police handle this, Mrs. Fletcher.

Part of your exchange exhibition?

Inspector, I can explain everything.

Unnecessary.

But I have something of more vital
interest to you, Mrs. Fletcher.

We are about to arrest
Mr. Grimes' killer.

Do you still need this for your
indigestion, Mrs. Fletcher?

Who, Inspector?

Mr. Naser Hasan,

you are under arrest for the
first-degree murder of Rudolph Grimes.

We need little more than this.

Found in Naser Hasan's quarters.

Ballistics tests indicate it fired
the bullets that killed Mr. Grimes.

Well, I hardly think that avenging a
bloody nose is a motive for murder.

Given the time to reflect,

I expect that Mr. Hasan will
provide us with an explanation.

Five minutes,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I know now I will never
go back to America.

Madam, please, will you do something
for me when you go home?

If I can, Naser.

Go and see my fiancée, Tasnin,
and tell her what's happened.

She shouldn't wait for me. She
should marry my cousin, Abdullah.

I pray he will be a good husband to her.

Look, Naser, I don't think for a
minute that you killed Rudy Grimes,

and I'm going to do everything
I can to get you out of here.

Insha' Allah, Mrs. Fletcher.
God willing.

Inspector.

[Halim] Yes?

I've found your missing cufflink.

Oh, blessing upon blessing!

One of a pair...

One missing!

Naser, your prayers may
just have been answered.

Inspector, don't plan any trips.
It's imperative that I see you later.

I've managed, don't ask me how,
to convince the inspector

that the real killer waited for
Grimes on the second floor.

So he's sending a forensic team
first thing in the morning

to go over the whole area again.

And if they find anything that
can help Naser, they will.

Sally, Mrs. Fletcher, won't
you join me for dinner?

Oh, thank you, but I've
got some calls to make.

Sal?

Hello, Boyd.
Oh!

Jessica! Not sleepwalking, I hope.

Oh, no. Just trying to
confirm some suspicions.

I believe that the killer
waited here at this window

as Grimes entered the lobby.

Think about it, Boyd.

The murderer arranged to
meet Grimes upstairs,

say, on the third floor, counting
on Grimes taking the elevator.

Please, go on.
I'm very intrigued.

In which case, the killer
would've pressed the button

to this floor, assuring that
the elevator would stop.

And shot him as the
elevator doors opened.

From here, I'd guess.

The doors close, the elevator
went to another floor,

where you run into him.
Makes perfect sense, Jessica.

The only question is, who?

Hey!

I see I'm not the only one
with a touch of insomnia.

Not really, Sally.

I was just telling Boyd how I
believe you killed Rudy Grimes.

Jessica, have you lost your mind?

No, Sally.

When I asked you to prove that Naser

could have beaten the
elevator to this floor,

you ran up the stairs, you took
a position in the alcove,

overlooking the front entrance.

Why, Sally? Unless you knew
where you fired the shot from?

Jessica, this is utterly ridiculous.

Hardly,
Miss Otterburn.

We've taken residue
samples from the drapes

that show a weapon was
shot from here recently.

Surely, you'd have to prove
that I was on the scene.

But you were on the scene.

Earlier, I found a cufflink that
Inspector Halim had lost that rang a bell.

I remembered that when you
entered the lobby last night

after the murder, you
were missing an earring.

You must have realized you'd lost it and
came down here just now to look for it.

It was snagged in the drapes over there,

where you were hiding when
you shot Rudy Grimes.

When you told me about him, I knew
that he'd never let you off the hook.

I called him.

I didn't even know for sure
if he had the statuette,

but I told him that Faris was so desperate
that he had stolen museum funds.

Millions in cash to buy it back.

He was interested, and
he said he'd meet me.

That was all I needed.

You planted the weapon in
Naser Hasan's apartment?

I'm sorry about that, Jessica. I couldn't
think of anything else. Boyd...

Darling, please, try to understand.

A most unfortunate set of circumstances,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Perhaps you'll allow
me to ease your pain.

There's a charming little
restaurant in old Cairo

where they make a delicious,
spicy Egyptian stew...

You mean mulukhiya?

Exactly.

Thank you, Inspector,
but I think I'll pass.

[Naser] In only two weeks,
I will go to the US embassy

and get my green card, and then
my snake of a cousin, Abdullah,

had better make himself scarce.

Flight number 985 to
New York is ready...

Better be on my way!

Hey, Tasnin and I have talked.

We're naming our first child after you.

Are you sure it's going to be a girl?

Well, yes! It's fated. You
have made our happiness.

Well, with the help of
some very good friends.

I wish you a wonderful life, Naser.

And when I get to New York,
I will put out a good word for you.

You will never have to
wait for a taxi again!

Insha' Allah, Naser.