All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S01E05.Lovers.And.Other.Killers.DVDRip.en

You are much too trusting.

I had nothing to do
with Allison Brevard's death.

I'm relieved to hear that. It's just
unfortunate you don't have an alibi.

[Siren Wailing]

He is blind-jealous crazy, Lieutenant.
He's threatened to kill her a dozen times.

He said if he couldn't
have her, nobody would.

You're still my wife, Lila.
Not for long.

I'm sorry about David Tolliver.

I'm not at all sure
that he's guilty.

[Woman Gasping]

- You ask a lot of questions.
- I'm nosy.

[Footsteps Approaching]

[Line Ringing]

Damn it!

[Squeaks]

## [Lullaby]

#Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra #

#Too-ra-loo-ra-li #

#Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra #

#That... ##

[Grunting]

[Man]
Amelia, she wasn't on the plane.
You're sure there was no call?

No, no.
She said very definitely
Flight 507 from Boston.

There might be someone
with her that she...

Amelia, ignore this call.

Jessica!

Oh, Edmund!
[Laughs]

Hi. Give that here.
Oh, my goodness,
I thought I'd missed you two.

Kai and Liang got hung up
on the plane, and we were
the last ones to get off.

Well, frankly, when you said
you might be bringing
someone with you, I, uh...

[Laughs]
You mean you thought...
Oh, Edmund!

No. I was going to bring Marilyn.
Marilyn Dean, my editor.

But at the last minute
she couldn't make it.
And this is Buddy.

Ah, here you are.
[Speaking Chinese]

[Chinese]

[Replies In Chinese]
[In English]
This is my friend, Dr. Gerard.

- [Chinese]
- Delighted to meet you.

[Chinese]

Sayonara!
Oh, Edmund.
They're Chinese notJapanese.

Oops.
Now, where's my luggage?

Right around this way.

Jess, I can't tell you
how we appreciate your trouble.

Don't be silly.
I was delighted to be asked.
This is my first university lecture.

I wasn't sure you'd do it.
You're a very famous person
these days.

Oh, no, Edmund.
Now, Elizabeth Taylor...
Now, that is famous.

Me, I still have to take a number
at Cooper's Bakery, same as ever.

Same old Jessica.
Hey, watch it with that
"old" business, buster.

Oh, and speaking of
being successful,

it's not many people, you know,
who get to be the dean of students
at a major university.

A secretary?
Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
I'd be delighted to help.

Oh, that's very kind, Amelia,
but I really need someone full time
at the hotel.

And it seems to me you've got
your hands full right here.

Uh-huh. Paying my bills.
For which I'm eternally grateful.

Speaking of which, Dr. Gerard,
did you really order an inflatable raft...

from the White Saddle
Sporting Goods Company?

Well, uh, uh,
I might want to go camping
someday, hmm?

It's a wonder he keeps
any of his money.

There she goes, Jess,
acting like a wife again.

[Laughs]

I'll post the secretarial job.

One of the grad students
will jump at it, believe me.

[Edmund]Jess, why don't
you forget the hotel
and stay with me?

Not on your life.
I've got work to do.

Anyway, you and I would spend
every minute rehashing all those
good old Saturday nights...

in the basement
of Kappa Gamma Chi.

Most of which
you spent with Frank,
if I remember.

You do know
you chose the wrong one.

It's funny you said that.
You know, Frank said the same thing.

[Laughs] Did he?
The man had
a morbid sense of humor.

You do know that she's in love
with you, don't you?
Hmm?

What? Who?
Amelia.
Your secretary.

Oh, Jessica, don't be silly.
For heaven's sakes.

[Knocking]

Yes?
[Man]
I'm here from the university.

About the job.
Oh. Oh!

David Tolliver,
Mrs. Fletcher.
May I come in?

No. I mean,
actually, uh...

Well, I was expecting, uh...
Someone in a skirt?

Surely, Mrs. Fletcher,
you're not going to hold
my gender against me.

I'm very sorry about the hour.
I just wanted to beat the crowd.

Believe me, Mrs. Fletcher,
they will be lining up for
a chance to work for you.

Well, I'm very flattered,
I'm sure, but, uh...

I suppose you'll be wanting
to see a sample of my skills?
David...

It is David, isn't it?
David, look,

it's very, very late,
and frankly, l...
Uh, would you turn to a page?

Any page.

This is like a card trick.

I don't mind competing,
Mrs. Fletcher, as long as
I'm given equal footing.

You'd be surprised how prejudiced
some people can be,

although it's more noticeable
among male employers.

Not that I've worked
for that many men.
I don't usually get the chance.

Most of the time I end up
working for women.

I wonder why.

The question I'm most often asked is,
where did I go to secretarial school.
And, well, of course, I didn't.

I'm self-taught.
But I can assure you, Mrs. Fletcher,
I am fast and I am accurate.

As a matter of fact, as you can see,
I can even talk and type at the same time.

Top left column.

Well, this is really very, very good.

But, uh, really,

I've never worked with
a secretary before of any sex.

And, uh,

believe me, this has nothing
to do with your skills,

but I do think that I would
feel more comfortable
with an older woman.

What are you doing now?

"Well, this really is very good.
But, uh, really, I've never worked
with a secretary before of any sex.

"And believe me, this has nothing to do
with your skills, but I just would feel...

more comfortable
with a younger man."

Oops. Did I get
that last part wrong?

Oh, no, no.
No, no.

Come tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m.

Done.

Uh, just one thing...

Wouldn't you rather
attend the lectures?

Well, actually, Mrs. Fletcher,
my tastes in literature
run from Vonnegut to Hesse.

Good night.

Good night.

Murder? Murder,
you say, Mrs. Darling?

[Pitches Voice Higher]
Murder, Captain.
Plain and simple.

Little Nell, poor thing,
knocked off a trolley,

derailed by the basest
of human emotions... jealousy.

Half-mad,
half-crazed with grief,

she raised the pistol
to eye level and...

Bang. Ooh,
does that say "Bang"?

Well, it doesn't look
very deadly, does it?

But then, of course,
little Nell wasn't very deadly either.

Am I right?
Well, of course I'm right.

Because you do remember
what I told you, now don't you?

Little Nell was in a wheelchair.

And the victim, that villainous
blackmailer Haskell,

was shot in the temple,

the bullet coming out of
the base of his skull...

a downward trajectory.

Haskell, of course,
would have had to be down on the floor
on his hands and knees like a puppy dog,

that is, if Nell had actually
been sitting in a wheelchair.

Therefore, the killer has to
have been...

All together now.

[Scattered Responses]

By George, I think you've got it.
Well, at least some of you.

[Laughter]

[Bell Rings]

Mrs. Fletcher,
that was mind-boggling.

Oh, uh, thank you, uh...
I'm Todd Lowery.

I'm with the English Department.
I thought you looked a little
too professorial to be a student.

[Todd]
Just wanted you to know
that my wife and I are both fans.

Especially Emily.
And she's very tough to fool.

Well, I guess I'll just
have to try harder.

Well, if you'll excuse me.
I can't wait until tomorrow.

Congratulations, Jess.

It was a triumph.
Ah, thank you.

Uh, do you suppose that
cute little number was Emily?

Who?
His wife.

Whose wife?
Oh, forget it. How about
that dinner invitation?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I have to beg off tonight.
Faculty meeting.

Tomorrow,
I promise, absolutely.
I'm gonna hold you to it.

At 5.60 an hour,
your reading habits
are expensive, David.

Oh, I took myself
off the clock hours ago.

The work's all done.
Oh.

Ah, that's very nice.
Thanks.

Well, since it's nearly 7:00,
how about dinner?

Oh, I don't think my digestive tract
could handle pizza and beer,

or whatever it is
you young people eat these days.

Pizza and beer.

Tonight's a special occasion,
so how about a chateaubriand for two?

Are you sure you can afford it?
No, but you can.

You know, I feel as if
everybody's staring at me.

No, they're staring at me
with envy in their hearts.

That is not only transparent,
David, it's corny.

Only the words,
not the thought.

Jessica, l... I just
don't enjoy the company...

of my bubbleheaded
female contemporaries.

But I do enjoy yours.

I can't remember when
I've had such a good time.

[Laughs]

Thanks.
No, no.
No, that's mine.

No. I was only joking.

Starving students shouldn't joke
about money with successful writers.

All right.
Thank you.

But remember, I never
claimed to be starving.

Thanks.

You know, that's a very
nice car you drive.

Reflection of the man.

David Tolliver?
Yes.

Lieutenant Andrews,
Seattle P.D.

Would you mind accompanying us
down to headquarters?

There are a few questions
we'd like to ask.

[Scoffs]
Yes, I would mind.
Questions about what?

Several nights ago, a woman
by the name of Allison Brevard...

was murdered by an intruder
in her townhouse.

Now, would you like
to come with us,

or would you prefer that
I place you under arrest?

Well, it was just routine.

Oh, David, two hours is not
normal routine questioning.

They're talking to everyone
who even knew Allison Brevard.

I think I was
number 48 on a list of 50.

Apparently,
she surprised some burglar.
Must've put up a struggle.

Police said they found black
wool threads under her fingernails.

Probably from his sweater.

Believe me, Jessica.
It's nothing
to be concerned about.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Is there a chance
you're looking for me?

Oh. Oh, yes,
as a matter of fact, I am.

They told me
at the precinct house
I'd find you here.

Bagel, black coffee
and my sports page.

It's, uh,
Mrs., uh, "Felser"?

Uh, Fletcher.
Fletcher.

David said
the questioning last night
was merely routine.

He said that?
[Laughs]

Of course it wasn't.
If you put a surveillance
on every casual suspect,

you'd soon run out of
those black unmarked cars,
wouldn't you, Lieutenant?

You look like a nice lady.
Let me give you a piece of advice.

Stay away from that guy.

I'm sorry.
You'll have to be clearer.

I'll admit he's a nice lookin' guy,
and I'm sure for a woman like you that...

that kind of attention
is very flattering.

Just a moment.
You think that David and l...

I've been in the city for two days,
and I hired that young man
as a secretary. I hardly know him.

But notwithstanding,
I still don't think
that he is a killer.

Maybe he's not.

We're not even sure
it was a burglary.
Not a real one.

Maybe it was a setup
to make it look like one.

And maybe Tolliver
was waiting for her,
not to rob her, but...

Well, I suppose
that you have evidence
to support all these maybes.

Look, he had been seeing
the victim for several months.

But what does that prove?
What I mean by "seeing"...

I know what you mean,
Lieutenant.

She gave him money, gifts,
including that fancy car.

Well, even if that's true,
why would he want to kill her?

Maybe she was trying
to break it off.

Maybe he got tired
of playing up to her.

How do I know? Guys like that
play by their own rules, Mrs. Fletcher.

[Sighs]

Hi. I thought
I heard you come in.

What are you doing here?

Just putting in my contacts.
I mean, how did you get in?

Oh, the maid let me in.
She knew I was workin' for you.
I was just about to dig in.

David, were you
going through my briefcase?

- Of course not.
- But one of the latches is open.

Really?
Well, it wasn't me.

Wanna get started?
I think we better skip today.

Well, that sounds
strangely like a dismissal.

Of course. You've been
talking to the police.

And now you think...
Jessica, I swear to you.
I didn't harm that woman.

- But you knew her.
- Mrs. Brevard was a frightened
and lonely woman.

A few months ago,
we were involved in an auto accident.
She was drunk. It was her fault.

I was parked at the curb.

She couldn't even think straight,
so I drove her home in her car.
Mine was totaled.

And when we got there,
she wrote out a check... God's truth...
to pay for a brand-new car.

She didn't want the insurance people
or the police notified.

[Sighs]

Later, I found out she had
quite a record of accidents.

David, it's not necessary to...

No! I have a right to tell you.

Jessica, Allison Brevard
was delightful...

when she was sober,
which I'll admit was not very often.

We had dinner a few times,
and that was the extent of it.

Lt. Andrews
said she gave you money.

She lent me $450.

My final tuition payment was due,
and I was strapped.

I paid it back three weeks ago.

I still think we should skip today.

Whatever you like.

Tomorrow?
I'm not sure.

[Chuckles]
Shall I call first?

Yes.

Okay.

David, please,

never let yourself in
like that again.

Word of honor.

[Edmund's Voice]
Murder, Jess.
It's unbelievable.

Don't prejudge him, Edmund.
There's no evidence to link David
to that woman's death.

Spoken like
a true champion of justice.
Oh, don't be snide.

Don't you think he's just
a little old to be mothered?

Or something else?
[Clears Throat]

You're letting your imagination
run rampant in the wrong direction.

I hope so.

Todd Lowery says you should
copyright your seminar
and take it on the road.

Never. Once is enough.
[Amelia]
Oh, excuse me. Dr. Gerard.

Dr. Gerard. Mrs. Fletcher.

Sir, I know the police
have been to see you.

I want to assure you I had nothing to do
with Allison Brevard's death.

I'm relieved to hear that.
It's just unfortunate you don't
have an alibi for that evening.

I was home alone studying
the entire night.

If only there was some way
to convince you, both of you.

All I'm asking for
is the benefit of the doubt.

Well, you have it
as far as I'm concerned.

And after the lecture,
I'm going to put in
a long evening writing.

So tomorrow, you're going
to have scads of typing.

Thanks. 10:00?

- Yeah.
- I'll be there.

Jessica, that's a mistake.
Oh, Edmund, really.

I mean, obviously the boy
is something of a con man,
and-and perhaps he's a liar.

But a killer?
I don't think so.
You are far too trusting.

Now, supposing
he had killed that woman.

Don't you think that
he would have set himself up
with some sort of an alibi?

Yes, of course. That would be
the obvious thing to do.

Look, you don't know me,
but I'm a friend of David Tolliver's,

and I can prove
he didn't kill that woman.

Who is this?
Well, my name's
not important.

Well, it is to me
if I'm going to...
Hey, lady, just shut up and listen.

I'm taking a hell of a chance
just making this call.
We have to meet.

Well, you know where I'm staying.

There's an abandoned warehouse
down by the docks.

Number 33.
I'll meet you there
at 10:00 tonight.

Look, whoever you are,
I have no intention
of meeting you anywhere.

- Jack.
- Who were you talkin' to?

None of your business.
That guy, right?

No, not that guy.
Get out of my way.

Come on, Jack!
You're still my wife, Lila.

Not for long.

Come on, honey.
This is crazy.

I love you.

Whatever's gone wrong,
we can work it out, okay?
Come on. Just give it a chance.

Look, Jack,
it just didn't happen
for us, all right?

So just let it be.
We agreed.
I didn't agree to anything.

Jack, you're hurting me.

No, Lila.
I'm not letting you go.
You're hurting me, Jack.

Let go!

Hello?

Is anybody there?

[Squeaking]

[Squeaking]

[Groaning]

[Gasps]

[Police Radio Chatter]

Lou, pick up Tolliver.

I want to know where he's been
the last couple of hours.
Here you are.

Are you sure you didn't
see or hear anything?
No.

So this so-called proof
that the girl had...

that Tolliver couldn't have killed
the Brevard woman was...

She never had a chance
to tell me.

You know this was stupid.
Why didn't you call me?

If I had, she might not
have been willing to talk.

Excuse me, Lieutenant,
but if you're suggesting
that David killed her,

wouldn't that have been
awfully stupid?

I mean,
to kill off his own alibi?

That is what
you're thinking, isn't it?

No, ma'am, what I'm thinking
is that we're dealing with
a very clever young man...

who wanted us to think
that he had an alibi,
eliminated the girl,

and then she couldn't
say anything either way.

Cal, I just checked
the surveillance team
at Tolliver's apartment.

They say he's
been home all evening.

Never left,
and he's still there.

I told her not to call you.

I told her it could be dangerous.

Dangerous why?
Because of her husband.

She and Jack are separated,
and he's been hounding her for weeks.

David, she said
that she had proof...

that you couldn't possibly
have killed Allison Brevard.

We'd been seeing
each other, off and on.

It was... It was finally
turning into something,

and that's why all this talk about
Allison Brevard is so much nonsense.

The night Allison died,
Lila and I were together
the entire night.

Why didn't she tell me?
BecauseJack Schroeder is crazy.

He is blind-jealous crazy,
Lieutenant.

He's threatened to kill her
a dozen times. He said if he
couldn't have her, nobody would.

Good morning, Amelia.

Good morning, Mrs. Fletcher.
I'm sorry. Dean Gerard isn't in just now.

Oh.
I'll tell him you dropped by.

Amelia, despite what
you may think, I'm not a rival.

- Pardon me?
- Edmund and I are dear friends.

Nothing more, believe me.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
you misjudge me, really.

Oh, Amelia, for heaven's sakes.

Only a blind person
would misread your feelings
for Edmund,

who, it seems, is in desperate need
of a very good optometrist.

[Laughs]
That's better.

Now, do let me be an ally
because I'm certainly not an enemy.

I loved Gwen.
I really did.

And she was good for him.

And then when she died, l...

You know,
all he needs is a little nudge.

Not from me.
From you.

Well, I'm working myself up to it.

Uh, Jessica,

I'm sorry about David Tolliver.

[Chuckles]
I've always liked him.

Oh, don't write him off just yet.

Frankly, I'm not at all sure
that he's guilty.

You'd be Mrs. Fletcher,
the murder lady.

I've never heard it
put quite like that before.

Well, if you're thinking of ripping off
Lila's death for your next book,
forget it.

She's dead.
Let her rest in peace.

You seem more upset
by me than you are by
your wife's death, Mr. Schroeder.

Life goes on.

You did threaten to kill her.

Yeah. I also threatened
to win a gold medal
at the last Olympics.

I didn't even make the team.
I'm real bad at follow-through.

You're a real bad liar too.
I believe you loved your wife very much.

[Scoffs]

So did a lot of other guys.

Those other guys,
I suppose you mean David Tolliver.

Who?

Oh, the grad student.

Pretty guy.
Smiles a lot.

No, not him.
They were just friends.

Are you sure?
Yeah, positive.

- He wasn't the real problem.
- Then who was? Professor Lowery?

- You ask a lot of questions.
- I'm nosy.

Say, Mrs. Fletcher,
isn't it about time
you were in class?

Oh, for heaven's sakes!

Oh, I am very sorry to be late.
Do please forgive me.

Phew.

Ah, let me see...
today's lecture.

Uh, this afternoon, l...
I'd like to try something
a little different.

Uh, suppose today
we put ourselves in
the shoes of the murderer.

How does he think?
How does he act?

A hypothesis...

Ayoung woman is married to
a very violent and jealous young man.

She longs for love and affection,
and he is unable to provide it.

Therefore,
she searches for it elsewhere.

A perfect recipe
for a murder of passion.

The young woman
is discovered dead,

and of course, the list
of suspects is legion.

First problem?

Check out alibis.
No.

You're thinking like a policeman.
Now, we are setting up a murder.
We're not solving it.

Uh-huh?

Create the alibis.
Uh, wrong again.

No, writers create alibis.

- But so does a killer.
- Yes, he creates his own,

but if he's going to throw
suspicion elsewhere,

he has to be aware of what
all the other suspects are up to.

He has to time the killing
for maximum effectiveness.

He has to choose a day,
a weekday. Say, 10:00.

He knows that "A" will have
an alibi, that "B" won't.

He knows that C's alibi is such
that he's unable to reveal it,

and that D's alibi is so suspect
that it would be worthless.

Uh, the obvious suspect...
Uh, Professor Lowery,

who would you say?
The husband, naturally.

Why?
Because you haven't yet
identified A, B, C or D.

- [Laughter]
- Fair enough.

Well, let's take "A" for instance.

Uh, he's a young man, uh,
possibly a college professor.

Uh, he is, uh,
secretly in love with the victim,

but he has a major problem...
he's married.

Is he? Perhaps not.

Would you say that she knows
about the relationship?

I'd say no.
Well, that's a good thing,
because if she did,

we'd have to add her to the long
list of suspects, and we wouldn't
want to do that, would we?

It's your scenario,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Ah, come, come, Professor.
It's a little give and take.

Uh, tell me about, uh...
Tell me about his alibi
for the time of the woman's death.

Uh, l... Why don't you
ask someone else?

Well, I'm asking you.

Well, I suppose, uh...
He would have been with his wife.

- Would she swear to that?
- Yes.

Would she lie for him?

I said, would she lie for him?

I don't know.
She might.

[David's Voice]
Jessica, I had to go out.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

You had a call from Professor Lowery.
He wants to meet you at his office
at 9:00 this evening.

Says it's urgent and confidential.

Regards, David.

[Gasps]

[Groaning]

[David]
Mrs. Fletcher?

Mrs. Fletcher?

David?

Oh!

Oh, David.
It's all right, Jess.
You're gonna be fine.

How is it you...
Shh.

While I was out,
I heard about your thing
with Lowery at the seminar.

By the time I got back to the hotel,
you'd already gone.

I was just running in the door
when I heard you scream.

Did you see who it was?

I didn't see anyone.

Jessica, I am sorry.
It was my fault.

I should've stayed. I should've
gone there with you.

Jessica,
are you all right?

Yes, l-I'm fine.
What happened?

Someone attacked her on
the third floor of the English Building.
Someone?

Why don't you stop lying?
I think we know who was responsible.

Well, Dr. Gerard,
it wasn't me. I swear.

Swear what,
that you're telling the truth?

Just the way you were telling the truth
when you said Lila was with you
the night Allison Brevard died?

Well, she was with me.
No, young man,
she was not with you.

Because that night
she was with me.

Yes, yes, I understand.
No, I'll tell her.

Thanks very much, Lieutenant.
Good-bye.

Well, David has admitted
paying Lila to phone you,

set up the meeting, and then
lie to provide him with an alibi.

Jess, I want to tell you about Lila.

Uh, this coffee is cold.
Jess...

Look, Edmund, whatever happened
between you and Lila
is your business, not mine.

Will there be anything else, sir?

A little more coffee for the lady,
and then bring me a check,
if you will.

Not that much
happened, Jess.

A few months ago,
she came to me looking for a job.

Todd Lowery needed
a teaching assistant.
I put her in touch.

An affair started.

It didn't last because
Lila wanted to get out of it,
but Todd wouldn't let her.

He's more subtle
than her husband, Jack, but I think
perhaps just as dangerous.

At any rate,
she came back to me,
begging my help.

We... We met a few times.
First in my office,

then later at a little
out-of-the-way place out of town.

The Lumberjack Inn.
Not exactly a campus hangout.

- Edmund, there's no need...
- Yes, there is a need.

I admit I was
attracted to her.

I was lonely. She was young,
very vital. It happens.

But the important thing is,
the night the Brevard woman died...

Lila and I were at the inn
until almost midnight.

I remember it specifically
because on the way home,

we were nearly run off the road
by a speeding car.

What?
Yes.

Lila tried to pass it off
as a drunk driver,
but I don't think so.

It's almost as though
the driver were trying to...
to threaten us, to warn us.

- What kind of car?
- I don't know.

Dark color. Blue, black.
L... I don't remember.

Edmund, who knew
you were with Lila?

No one.
Could someone have followed you?

No, not a chance.
She was so terrified of her husband,

she was always looking back
to make sure we weren't being followed.

Jessica, I know I acted foolishly,
but I think it did serve
one useful purpose.

It's exposed that young man
for the liar and the killer that he is.

Are you so sure?

Yes. And if we were talking about
anyone else but David Tolliver,
you would be too.

Class dismissed.

Hello, Professor Lowery.

Mrs. Fletcher.

I heard about last night.
Are you all right?
Oh, yes.

I'm much better, thank you.

I hope you realize that I had nothing
to do with that telephone call.

Oh, I'm sure not. It would have
been terribly stupid.

Look, about
yesterday afternoon, l...

Look, I really feel a little
embarrassed about all that.
Well, don't be.

Your little charade
knocked some sense into me.

I realized
how ridiculous I've been.

I was up all night
talking with my wife about it, and...

She's a terrific gal, and...
Anyway, we're gonna go away,
just the two of us, next week...

and try to put everything
back together again.
I am so glad.

Good-bye.
And good luck.
Thanks. I wish you the same.

[Chuckles]
Oh, oh!
I almost forgot.

On my way over
in the taxi, I saw a student
nick the fender of your car.

- What?
- I couldn't get his license.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, that is your car
out there, isn't it,

the, uh, blue sedan?
No, no.

My wife dropped me off this morning.
She's out shopping for the trip.

Anyway, we drive
a yellow station wagon.

Well, it must belong
to somebody else.

A stupid mistake on my part.
Good-bye.

[Lt. Andrews]
Mrs. Fletcher!

Good morning,
Lieutenant.

I've been looking
all over for you.

I thought you might like to know
your friend has been released.
David?

Burglary Division got some leads
on the jewels that were stolen
from the Brevard woman.

They backtracked to a fence
who led them to a three-time loser
who was on parole.

He gave a complete confession.
To the murder?

To the murder.

Well, I thought you'd be relieved.
Oh, oh, I am.
It's just that, uh...

Well, we're still no closer to
the killer of Lila Schroeder, are we?

What are you doing here?
I was waiting for you.

L... I wanted to thank you.

I thought I told you never
to let yourself in when I'm not here.

Jessica, I'm sorry. L... I forgot.
Will you please forgive me?

For what? For lying?

For bribing that poor,
unfortunate girl to lie for you?

For shoving me down
a flight of stairs?
That wasn't me.

No? Oh, can I have
your word for that too?

I asked Lila to meet you
because I didn't want you
to have any doubts about me.

Well, I do have my doubts, David.
Quite a few of them,

beginning with that so-called
telephone call from Professor Lowery.

That call did come in.
Jessica, it's the truth.

The person called,
asked me to take a message.
Said it was urgent.

W-Wait a minute.
Uh, say that again.

H-He asked me
to take a message.

No, no, no, no. No.
You-You said a person
said it was Lowery.

I wouldn't know his voice.
L-I don't know him.

You said "a person," David.

Not "him," n-not "he,"
but a "person."

Why?
I don't know.
Because...

- Because?
- Well, I'm-I'm not exactly sure.

I keep thinking back
about the voice.

It was, uh, muffled, a whisper.

Forced.
Forced.

Yeah.

Edmund?
Jessica?

Amelia, where is he?
I've got to talk with him.

What is it?
What's the matter?
I've just come from a meeting...

with that... that dimwitted
Lt. Andrews.

He's gone to a judge
to get a warrant.
What are you talking about?

Edmund is about to be arrested
for the murder of Lila Schroeder.
No.

I'm afraid, yes. He has no alibi
for the time of Lila's death.

Alibi? Well, why should he?
He hardly knew her.

Oh, Amelia, I'm sure
you must have known.

Edmund's been seeing her secretly
for the past couple of months.

That... Dr. Gerard
and that girl?

His car was spotted
outside the warehouse
at the time of Lila's killing.

His car... No!

A late model dark-blue sedan?

Oh, Jessica, for heaven's sake!

It's a... a common car!

I mean, th-there are
a thousand like it in this city.

I drive a dark blue car.

Amelia, I know how you feel,
and I feel just as shocked as you are.

But Lt. Andrews is seeing
a waiter from the Lumberjack Inn.
Where?

The Lumberjack Inn. You know.
It's a small place just out of town.

Edmund and Lila met there several times
during the past few months.
I'm sure you know it.

Uh, no. No, I don't.

Of course you do.
But I don't.

Why would I lie?

Yes, why would you lie?

Because you are lying.

Well, I'm sorry, I just...
I just don't understand...

Two weeks ago, you drove out
to the Lumberjack Inn
because you wanted to spy on him.

You drove your blue car
recklessly close to Edmund
because you wanted to frighten him.

You wanted to
scare him away from Lila.

Jessica, re...
Honestly, l... l...

l-I've never even
heard of the place.

I think you have. You pay
Edmund's credit card bills,
don't you?

Isn't that what you were doing
the first time I met you?

[Jessica Continues]
You made a fuss about
some purchase that he'd made.

You're the only one who could have
known about that place.

And it was also you who
called my hotel room...

and disguised your voice
and lured me to Lowery's office
so that you could...

What? Kill me?

No, l...

I wanted to frighten you,
that's all.

That's why I dressed in black,
to make you think it was David.

The police were satisfied
that David was guilty,

and you just... wouldn't let it alone.

I went to see Lila Tuesday evening.

To confront her.

As I pulled up,
she was just leaving.

Her actions
seemed strange, so l...

I followed her. I wanted
to see what she was up to.

I was afraid she might have
been meeting Edmund.

I followed her into the... warehouse.

She saw me.

She knew why I was there.

She laughed.

She threatened to tell Edmund.

And I just lost my temper.

I reached for the longshoreman's hook,
and I just lashed at her!

I ran! I r...

Amelia,
for God's sake... why?

Because I love you.

- I had no idea.
- No.

None at all.

Even after all these years,
even after Gwen died.

And then...

when you... started up with...

Amelia, Lila didn't
mean anything to me.

That was a passing thing.
I could have handled it.

Are you sure?

Can I interest you in
a slightly overstuffed bear?

Hello, David.

I phoned the hotel.

I wasn't gonna let you get away
without a proper thank-you.

For what?
Well, without you, I might have
been convicted of murder.

I doubt that.

Jessica, can we stop being
merely polite with each other?

I think you know by now
how I feel about you.

No, I don't.
Nor do I want to.

That I'm enormously
attracted to you.

The way you were attracted
to Allison Brevard?

Look, I didn't lie to you.

I can't explain it, but I find myself
drawn to mature women.

Particularly if
they're bright and funny.

David, I think this conversation
has come to an end.

Why? Because you can't
or won't open up to me?

Or maybe you think I am lying.

David, I've get a plane to catch.

You know, the only thing
I'm guilty of is caring.

And I do care, very much.

Even casual acquaintances
find a way to say good-bye.

Good-bye, David.
And I do wish you well.

And I you. You know,
I was enjoying the writing.

Send me a copy of the book
when it's finished?

I may do better.
You may end up being a character.

What would I be...
a victim, a suspect, killer?

I don't know.

I haven't made up my mind yet.