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[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

- He didn't die in bed.
- He was an alcoholic.

I'm not a killer,
and I wasn't drunk.

The governor is going to
ask you to fill the seat.

I'm not a politician.
Which is precisely why
you're the perfect choice.

Well, Harry's never denied
knowing her, only killing her.

- He could have been set up.
- Not by me.

You're scum, Dixon!
And so are you!

Three nights ago, I spotted Marta
coming out of the Watergate.

It's the amateurs
who tend to get hurt.

[Gasps]

[Man]
I figure I got an obligation...

to everybody who
voted for me, right, Harry?

Absolutely, Dan. Absolutely.

A lot of these guys,
they think a seat in Congress
is like a free ride,

a great big cookie jar
they can just dip their mitts into...

So where's my old buddy
WendellJoyner?

I thought he was coming.
He'll be here, Congressman.

Meanwhile, Harry and I
would like to talk to you
about that cannery bill, huh?

Harry.
Come on. That's business, Mr. Dixon.
We're here to party.

[Dan]
What time is it?
And where is everybody?

[Dixon] Well, we wanted
to keep the group small.
[Shutter Clicking]

Give us a chance to talk.
Talk? About what?

You need a refill, Dan.

Marta, why don't you fill up
the congressman's glass?

Good idea, Marta.

Martini on the rocks, luscious.

I don't like this guy.
Come on, Ray. He's on the committee.
We need him.

[Knocking]
Betty.

And another thing.
Why did you tell him
Joyner was coming?

Joyner hates my guts.
I know. It was the only way
we could get him here.

Pardon me, young lady.

Dan.
Wendell. Why are you so late?
Where've you been?

[Dan]
We... We were wondering
where you were.

- Congressman Joyner, how gracious
of you to accept our invitation.
- Come on, Dan.

Now surely, Congressman,
you're not rushing off?
You'll join us for a drink.

Yeah, Wendell.
The party's just started.

Dan's right, Congressman.
What'll I fix you?

[Sighs]
You couldn't leave him alone,
could you, Dixon?

- You two rattlesnakes.
You find a man's weakness...
- Wait a minute, Joyner...

You're scum, Dixon!
And so are you!

- Tomorrow I'm making a full report
to the House Ethics Committee...
- You try it!

With great pleasure!
It's about time somebody stood...

- Wendell.
- Ohh!

What... What's the matter with him?

Congressman?
Get him up on the sofa.

No! Don't move him!
Call an ambulance!

- [Shutter Clicking]
- No. No. No ambulance.
No ambulance.

[Jessica]
No bother at all, Eleanor.

Voter registration is a lot
more important than my lunch.

[Laughing]
[Doorbell Rings]

Ooh, there's somebody at the door.
I've got to go. I'll see you at 12:00.

Mrs. Fletcher?
Yes?

I'm Harold DeWitt. I'm an aide
to the governor, and I'm here
on a matter of great urgency.

Dead? I can't believe it.

Congressman Joyner
had a serious heart problem.

It's the reason
he'd decided to retire.

His housekeeper found him
in his bed early this morning.

The news hasn't
been released yet.
Except to me.

As you know, the party's
two most qualified candidates
are competing in the primary.

Oh, yes. I've been working
with the voter registration committee.

Well, normally, the governor
would appoint our party's nominee
to fill the vacant seat,

but we won't know who that is
for another six weeks at least.

That's why the governor is
going to ask you to fill the seat,
on an interim basis, of course.

Me? Oh, don't be silly.
I'm not a politician.

Which is precisely why
you're the perfect choice.

You have no political ambitions,
you're nationally known,

and your integrity is not in question.

Mrs. Fletcher, several important
pieces oflegislation...

are going to be considered
in the next few weeks.

Maine's interests must be represented.

I don't know what to say.

Say yes.
Your state needs you,
if only for a few weeks.

[Ringing]

This is Diana Simms.
Oh, yes, Mr. Speaker.

No, I'm sorry.
Mrs. Fletcher hasn't arrived yet.

She's being met at the airport
by our Media Liaison Officer, Joe Blinn.

[Jessica]
I have gotten red-carpet treatment
before, Mr. Blinn,

but, uh, ooh, nothing like this.

Well, you better get used to it.
And, please, uh, call meJoe.

We've, uh, checked you into
a suite at the Embassy Towers.

If you want something fancier,
let me know.

Oh, I'm sure that'll be fine.
My job is to get your name
in the papers, Mrs. Fletcher,

or to keep it out,
whatever you prefer.

You've inherited a crackerjack staff
from Congressman Joyner.

So your biggest problem should be
deciding where to have lunch.

Joe, even though I'll only
be here for a few weeks,

I intend doing this job
to the very best of my ability.
I am sure you will.

We'll get along just fine
if you try to remember...

that I'm not your addlepated
great-aunt from East Nowhere.

[Both Chuckling]
Whoops. I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.

Let me start again.

Whatever I can do for you,
consider it done.
Thank you.

[Chuckling]
[Sighs]

My goodness,
this is impressive.
Yes, it is, isn't it?

Wait'll the first time you step foot
on the House floor.
It'll knock you over.

[Laughs]

Mrs. Fletcher.
Dan Keppner, Mrs. Fletcher.

We share
a couple of committees.
Oh, how do you do?

Congressman Joyner was my friend.
His death was tragic.

I agree, Mr. Keppner.
Look, uh,

I'd like to drop by later.

There are several important matters
that I'd like to discuss,

particularly the Maine cannery bill.
Oh, yes, of course.
Well, I'm so glad we met.

My pleasure.

What a nice man.
Where's he from?
East Nowhere.

Diana.
Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, welcome.
Diana Simms.

Oh, how do you do, Miss Simms?
Diana's your A.A.

My what?
Administrative Assistant.
Right-hand gal. Indispensable.

I'd introduce you
to the rest of the staff,
but as you can see, it's lunchtime.

Speaking of which, I am off.
Uh, be back around twoish.

Thanks for the lift, Joe.
Sure.

Let me show you
your office.

Oh, this is nice.

Oh, yes, very nice indeed.

Mrs. Fletcher, my resignation
is already on your desk.

But I want you to know that
I'm prepared to work closely
with your incoming staff.

My what? But I don't have
an incoming staff.

It's customary for a congressperson
to appoint his or her own people.

Diana, don't you like your job?

Of course.
Well, in that case,

Congressman Joyner's staff
will do me just fine.

[Chuckles]

- [Knocking]
- Yes?

Mrs. Fletcher?
Yes.

Harry Parmel, an attorney by trade.

By choice, an acknowledged expert
on this city's finest restaurants.

Would you do me the honor
of joining me for lunch?

Why, thank you. Uh...

You're very kind, Mr. Parmel,
but I ate on the plane.
Uh, perhaps another time.

At your convenience, dear lady.

I look forward to the opportunity
of working with you closely
whenever I'm needed. May I?

Thank you.
Thank you.

Diana.

And what was that?

Harry is a lobbyist
for Pendrake Foods.

To Harry, "working closely"
translates to wining and dining...

and doling out dollars
to get you to vote his way.

The opening salvo?
Mm-hmm. Most lobbyists
are good people.

They know the rules.
Harry not only breaks the rules,
he's never heard of them.

I can see that I am going to
need a fast education.

[Joe]
Mrs. Fletcher, I must tell you that
I enjoyed your last book very much.

Oh, I'm so glad.
When's the next one?

Well, we hope to have it out
in about three months.

Mm, I can't wait.

[Woman]
May I help you?
Yes, Mrs. Fletcher... 2560.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Fletcher.
So nice to have you with us.

Thank you.
Your luggage is
already up in your room.

Oh, good.
I'll get your key.

Mm-hmm.
Well, if you don't need me anymore?

No, you run along, Joe.
Got a heavy date
with a lady from the S.E.C.

Ah, ears like an elephant.

Last time she dropped a stock tip
on me, I just about cornered
the entire sports car market.

Mm. Doesn't sound
very honest to me.

In this city, that is a word for
which there is no clear definition.
Well, good night.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow
and thanks.
[Bell Dings]

[Woman] Show Mrs. Fletcher
to her room, please.
[Jessica] Thank you.

[Coins Clinking]

[Rings]

- Yes?
- Mrs. Fletcher? Dan Keppner.
We met today in the hall.

Oh, yes.
Sorry if I woke you, but...

Look, um, there's something
I have to talk to you about.

Uh, well, uh, actually,
Mr. Keppner, l-I'm in bed.
I'm awfully tired.

- Could it wait until
tomorrow morning?
- Tomorrow? Sure.

How about breakfast at your hotel?

Say 8:00?
I'll see you then.

Hey, cabbie?

Congressman?
Sorry, honey, not tonight.

Mr. Keppner, it's Marta Craig.
Remember me? From the party?

Sure. Marta, how are you?

I'm not so good.
I'm scared.
About what?

You know about what.
The other night, moving the body?

Sorry, l...
Hey, Congressman.

I was there, remember?

Excuse me.

May I ask who you are
and why you are following me?

Detective Lieutenant Avery Mendelsohn,
Mrs. Fletcher.

And I am following you
in the hopes of maybe finding out...

who the hell killed
Congressman WendellJoyner.

So, maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe he wasn't murdered.

The coroner says
cause of death was a heart attack.
But let me also tell you this.

He didn't die in bed.
Somebody moved his body.

And when people move bodies,
I ask myself why.

Well, I'm sorry, Lieutenant,
but I was in Maine
when the congressman died.

Oh, no. Don't misunderstand.
Not for one minute would I suggest
that you are in any way involved.

Thank you.
Ohh!

Oh, are you all right?
No. No, no.
No, i-it's just a back pain.

Nothing serious.
It's, uh, it's chronic.

My sister Rachel
has the same thing.

Ah, you get a little old,
get a little heavy,

you begin to expect it.

Bad feet, bad back...
runs in the family.

My father, now there
was a man with pain.

I am very sorry.
Lieutenant...
[Stomach Growling]

Huh. My stomach's acting up too.

Maybe I'm making
somethin' out of nothin'.

When my gut starts to growl,
it's a sure sign there's
a fox loose in the china shop.

What the hell? Hey!

Hey, my wallet!

[Horn Honking]

[Man]
Watch him!

Charlie, hold it!
That's the guy!

So, Congressman,
are these yours?

That's my jacket and my wallet.
Where did you find them?

What about this key?
We found this in your jacket.

It's not mine.
That's right. It belongs to
a woman named Marta Craig.

It did. She's dead.

What?
Beaten to death...

in her apartment
sometime last evening.

Cheekbone crushed,
jaw broken, nose spattered.
Not a pretty sight.

Wait a minute...
We found your jacket
draped over a chair.

And considering
the condition of your hands,

I think you have
a few questions to answer.

Uh, the bill would permit
the construction of a fish cannery
on McHenry's Point.

I believe that's only
a few miles from Cabot Cove.

Oh, yes.
I read up on it last night.
It's a very complicated issue.

It's a classic case
of business interests
versus the environmentalists'.

Congressman Joyner was going to
vote against the measure.

Well, I may, too, Diana,

after I've sifted through the testimony
and had a chance to make up
my own mind.

- Of course.
- Diana, I'm sorry,
but I have to ask you something.

The police talked to me
this morning.

They think that Congressman Joyner
did not die in his bed.

What?
They say that he died elsewhere...

and that his body was moved.

Mrs. Fletcher, that's awful.

Now, someone is trying very hard
to muddy some waters.

Diana, where was
he supposed to be that night?

Where he was every night.
He didn't care much for
Washington nightlife.

Just what I thought. He had
nothing scheduled on the 12th.

Wait a minute.
There was one thing.

Harry Parmel invited him
to a party that evening.

Harry Parmel?
The unctuous gentleman bearing roses.
Right.

Only Congressman Joyner
turned him down.

We're due at
a committee meeting.
[Gasps]

Excuse me,
Mrs. Fletcher?

I'm Thor Danziger.
I'm with the Ecological Foundation.
Oh, how do you do?

I wonder if I could spare
a few moments of your time
to take a look at these papers?

They have to do
with the cannery bill.
We're late, Mr. Danziger.

Look, Miss Simms, I just want
a couple of minutes of her time.

Your position is
already on the record.
Would you excuse us, please?

Nice to meet you.

Diana, weren't we rather rude
to that young man?

They had their chance last week.

[Man]
May I have your attention, please?

Before we start,

the Chair wishes to welcome
the distinguished congresswoman
from the state of Maine.

Thank you very much.
One moment, please.

Congressman Keppner was
supposed to meet me for breakfast
this morning to talk about this bill.

I don't suppose he called you?
I haven't heard from him.

Mr. Dixon, are you ready?

Yes. Thank you, sir.

Mr. Chairman, distinguished
representatives, guests.

My name is Raymond Dixon.
I am vice president in charge
of operations for Pendrake Foods,

a nationally known firm involved
in the packaging of foodstuffs.
Why is he reading his speech?

He's testifying.

I know. But if it's all written out,
why are we wasting each other's time?

That's the way we do things
here in Congress.

Oh.

I don't know
any Kaye Sheppard.

She's only
the empress of Washington gossip,
syndicated in 98 newspapers.

Now, believe me...
Look, Mrs. Fletcher,

you're gonna get good exposure
and a great lunch.

But I don't need exposure, Joe,
and I know I don't need a great lunch.

But if you'll just...
I'm sorry.
I know that you mean well,

but just now,
I don't have the time.

You have lunch with Miss Sheppard.

Sure, and then afterwards
I'll drop in on the president
for afternoon tea.

I'm gonna keep trying.

Lieutenant.

Oh, you'll excuse me.
They said it was okay for me
to wait in here.

Oh, of course, but, uh...
You didn't tell me you were meeting
Congressman Keppner for breakfast.

You didn't ask.
Anyway, I overslept,
and he never showed up.

Well, that's right.
We're holding him
on suspicion of murder.

What?
We've got the evidence,
and I should book him, but...

But you're having, uh,
trouble with your stomach.
Also my feet.

See, my gut tells me there's trouble,

but when my feet hurt,
it's a... it's a sign that things
are not exactly kosher.

You got a minute?

It was dumb to move Wendell's body,
but I was too drunk to think straight.

[Sighs]
That's why I wanted to talk to you
this morning, Mrs. Fletcher,

to tell you what happened.

But how does moving the body
involve the dead girl?
Marta was at the party.

Last night, I'd ducked
into some bar to call you...

I don't remember which one...

and when I came out,
there she was.

She showed me this picture
she'd taken of me...

and Parmel and Dixon...

with the congressman dead
on the floor of Dixon's penthouse.

I was scared.
So I went with her to her place.

I remember having a drink...
ginger ale.

Why did you have the key
of her apartment?

That was planted on my jacket.
I never saw it before.

That still doesn't explain the blood
and makeup on your shirt...

and the scrapes and bruises
on your hands.

I didn't kill her!
I swear to God!

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm not a killer,
and I wasn't drunk...

as God is my witness.

You've gotta believe me.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.
I told you it wasn't pretty.

Lieutenant, Congressman Keppner
did not kill that woman.

Oh, so now you're telling me
I know what I don't know.

If Mr. Keppner had
beaten that woman,

he would have spattered blood
all over his shirt.

In case you didn't notice, Mrs. Fletcher,
there was both blood and makeup
on the front of his shirt.

Some, but not much,
and no makeup on his hands.

Now, if he had hit that woman
that severely,

his hands would have shown
not only blood but makeup as well.

I noticed that.
Lieutenant,
if you believe his story,

you have to believe that he was dragged
unconscious from that apartment
and dumped in that alley.

Would you mind giving me
your jacket?
What?

Your jacket.
Would you take it off, please?

Okay. It's off.

Now, assume that I am the killer.

My hands are covered
with Marta's blood and makeup.

Now, I have to move
an unconscious body.

How would I do that?

Traces of blood and makeup
from the killer's hands.

That's good, Mrs. Fletcher.
Very good.

Maybe you should have
been a cop.

I am a cop,
when I'm at the typewriter.

You're not at
your typewriter now.

[Diana]
Dan Keppner. It's unbelievable.

He had his problems, sure.
He was an alcoholic.

But for six years,
he'd been attending meetings,
working the program.

Well, then,
a couple of months ago, he...

Diana, I need to know.

His wife left him.
Took the kids to New York.
He started drinking again.

Wendell was trying to
get him back on track.

Mrs. Fletcher, I know Dan
well enough to know he'd never
hurt anyone, no matter what.

Well, I'm glad to hear you say that,

because he's been framed...

and very clumsily too.

Joe, you're an expert on this town.

I want you to find out
everything about Marta Craig.

Who she was?
Who she knew?

Any ties that she might have had
with Harry Parmel, Raymond Dixon...

Now wait a minute, Mrs. F.
I'm a press agent.
I'm not a-a detective.

And you're also a bright
and resourceful young man.

That is what you told me.

Hey. Well, all right.

I'll see what I can do.

[Door Closes]

Ray.
Harry.

I'd ask you to join me,
but I'm expecting Senator Wexler.

I won't be staying, Ray.
I don't think I like
the edge in your voice.

I want you to understand me.
My job does not include murder...
before, during or after the fact.

What are you talking about?

One of my contacts on
the District police force
slipped me this.

Marta Craig murdered by
Congressman Keppner, hmm?

She's dead, all right.
Whether Keppner did it?
He could have been set up.

- Not by me.
- After what happened
the other night?

That's a nasty temper you got, Ray.

- I've always told you it was gonna
get you in trouble one of these days.
- I don't have to answer to you, Harry.

Maybe not. But you'd better
pay attention to this.

The first sign
I'm getting dragged into a murder,
I protect myself, not you.

[Gasps]

Thor.

What is it?
I saw it on the news about Marta.

What is it, Thor?

These came in the mail.

You showed me these photos
last week. You told me they were
faked and I believed you.

They're a duplicate set, Diana.
They came with this note.

"Stay away from Mrs. Fletcher.
You won't be warned again!"

Miss Craig certainly lived
very well for a secretary.

Maybe she put in overtime.
So, Mrs. Fletcher, could you tell me
what you expect to find?

Well, maybe nothing.
I didn't know the young lady,
Lieutenant.

Just what was on your police report
and that wasn't very much.

You call two charges of extortion
and blackmail not very much?

[Sighs]
I should've been a doctor.

If I'd have been smart enough,
I would have gone to medical school.

It's a little late to, uh,
second-guess that choice, isn't it?

What choice?
I said if I was smart.
I wasn't smart.

C- plus average.

[Sighs]
Did I tell you I was
the first cop in my family?

My two brothers are rabbis.
My sister's a cantor in Baltimore.

Ah, why should I complain?
I could have gone to work
for the phone company.

Ah, the phone company,
that's security.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher,
I gotta get back to the office.
You had enough?

Oh, yes, quite enough,
thank you.

I wonder, could you drop me off
at the Library of Congress?
Why not?

[Woman]
Mrs. Fletcher, how delightful
you couldjoin me.

I could hardly refuse
your urgent invitation, Mrs., uh,
or is it Miss Sheppard?

Miss. Permanently, irrevocably.
Call me Kaye.

This is Peanuts.

Mmm.
He was given to me by a former
occupant of the White House.

I defy you to guess which one.

[Both Chuckling]
Oh, thank you, Richard.

Come on, sweetie.
[Mumbling]

[Meows]
Such a baby doll, yes.

I shouldn't think they'd allow that.

They don't.
Want a drink?

An iced tea.

One more time on this one.

Look, Jessica...
I'm going to call you Jessica...

the first thing you've
got to learn about this town
is that everyone responds to clout.

When you've got it, use it.

Well, in your note you said you had
information about Marta Craig's killing.

The second thing you learn is
the fine art of back-scratching.

I see. A trade-off?

Hmm. You've been helping
the cops with the Craig murder.

My instinct tells me that
you're going to help bust it open.

- Oh, that's very flattering, but...
- And when you do, I want an exclusive
right from the horse's mouth.

And in return,
you'll pass along to me what?

Information I couldn't give the police
because of repercussions.

I have to live in this town.
You don't. Do we deal?

- I'm listening.
- My sources tell me that Marta
was playing both sides of the street.

Thank you, Richard.
[Giggles]

As I was saying, Jessica,
this town is run by clout,

and clout is fueled by information.

Three nights ago, I spotted Marta
coming out of the Watergate.

She was upset.

Suddenly Dixon came running out
after her, grabbed her arm, they fought.

About what?
I wish I knew.

I was in my car
about a half-block away.

But I can tell you this.

Ray Dixon looked
mad enough to kill.

Well, congratulations.
You are the talk of the town.

Oh?
Yes. Meetings with Kaye Sheppard
do not go unnoticed.

I found her very interesting.
Uh-huh.
Should I check for stab wounds?

What did you find out
about Marta Craig?

Not much. She had, uh,
six jobs in the last four years,

uh, did the party circuit
five, six nights a week.

Uh, not much else.
Hmm. Where's Diana?

I don't know.
She called in sick after lunch.
Said she would talk to you later.

Listen,
if you don't need me any more
today, I have a date tonight...

with a very hot number
from the State Department.

Oh? Go ahead.
Oh, and, Joe?
Yes?

Tomorrow, a little more
on Marta Craig, please?

I will do my best.

- [Knocking]
- Mind if I come in?

I'm glad to see you've been released.

- Look, Mrs. Fletcher...
- Jessica, please.

Jessica, I appreciate
everything you've done,

but don't go to any more trouble
on my account.

The fact is,
I've decided not to seek reelection.

I've got a call in to
New York right now.

That is a very foolish decision, I think.

You don't know all the facts.
And what are those?

That you're an alcoholic?

That you've spent
the last six years sober,
until last month?

And I've been sober ever since
the night Wendell died.
So what?

Don't you understand, Jessica?
I'm living on the edge every day.

It's been like that
for a year and a half.

Trying to live up to
two responsibilities...

to the people who elected me
and to my wife and kids.

[Sighs]
I don't know.
Maybe it's the way I'm built.

I can't go halfway
into anything.

I drove them away because of my work,
and now I've got nothing.

I don't believe that
and neither do you.

Ever since that night I've been going
to two and three meetings a day,

but I still don't know from one day
to the next if I'm going to slip.

Dan, like most of us,
you're slightly imperfect,
but that's not a capital offense.

If I were you,
I'd cancel that telephone call.

I'd catch the first plane home
and talk to that wife of yours,

find out what she thinks.

She might surprise you.
Women in love do that.

I guess things
can't get much worse.

That's one way of looking at it.
[Chuckles]

Oh, my goodness.

You know, Jessica, this is
the first time in eight weeks...

that I'm beginning
to feel good about myself.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me...
I've got to cancel
that call to New York.

By the way,
I think I'll hang around
until after tomorrow's vote.

I think I owe Ray Dixon
a good kick in the slats.

[Knocking]

Mrs. Fletcher.

Diana, I'm so sorry
you're not feeling well.

I've got a couple of questions.
I'm very confused by this cannery bill.

If it's not too much trouble,
could we talk?
Well, I really...

I hate to impose on you like this,
but I really do need clarification
on a couple of points.

Perhaps we could ask
that nice Mr. Danziger,

the young man from
the environmental group.

- I'm sure he'd be glad to help.
- Well, suppose we ask him.

- Why don't you have him
come out of the bedroom?
- Well, Mrs. - -

I couldn't help but notice
the No Smoking sign
on your desk in the office.

[Sighs]

Thor? Thor?

- How did you know it was me?
- Well, it was a guess.

But I did notice the tiepin
you were wearing the day that we met...
the lion's head...

the same design
that Marta and Diana had
on their cheerleader costumes.

Then I checked with
the Library of Congress and...

You dug up an old Brighton University
yearbook and found out that the three of us
had attended school together.

- And then you two made such
a production of not liking each other.
- You jumped to a conclusion.

We couldn't make our relationship
common knowledge, Mrs. Fletcher.

In my position,
it would be construed
as a conflict of interest.

What about your relationship
with Marta Craig?

We used to be good friends.

Then Marta got in
with the wrong crowd.

She started up with Harry Parmel
and men like him,
working the party circuit.

But if your relationship with Marta
was so casual,

why did you hide it from me?

We were scared.

After Marta's death,
we were sure that the police
would be looking for suspects,

and I knew I would be
at the top of the list.

Now those photos were faked,
Lieutenant.

As you can see,
I was unconscious.

[Sighs]
Marta had asked me
up to her apartment.

She said she wanted to
discuss something.

I took one drink.
She must have drugged me.

Thor wanted to bring you the photos,
but I stopped him.

Innocent or guilty,
it would have cost him his job
at the Ecological Foundation.

They're very publicity shy.

Okay, all right.
All right, the two of you can go.

Keep yourselves available.

Faked photos, a murder,
attempted frame.

It seems to me,
if you'll pardon the presumption,

that this guy Marta was working for
is more than likely the guy
who beat her to death.

Why do you say guy, Lieutenant?
It could just as easily
have been a woman.

At around, uh, 6:30, she had an early
supper with some middle-level guy
from the State Department.

He's married but doesn't
let that get in the way. Uhh...

[Tires Screeching]

Your driving's not getting in
the way of your reading, is it?

Oh, this? No.
I do this all the time. Anyway,

uh, she and the guy left,
uh, the restaurant separately...

and then, uh, she picked up
Congressman Keppner
at around 9:30...

outside the, uh,
Stockman's Bar and that's it.

Bottom line is
she had no close friends.

Nobody seems to know
much about her private life.

Well, there has to be something.

I mean, her meeting with
Harry Parmel at the hairdresser
proves that they had a relationship.

Well, Harry never denied
knowing her, just killing her.

Mrs. Fletcher.
Your hotel said you had left.

I was hoping
we might have a chat
before your day begins.

I'd love to, Mr. Dixon.
That's very generous of you.

You don't know how much this
cannery bill means to my company
and to me personally.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought
you wanted to chat with me
about Marta Craig's murder.

I wouldn't know anything about that.
I hardly knew the woman.

Amazing. You didn't choke,
and you hardly blinked an eyelash.

What?
Lying is a very difficult art,
Mr. Dixon,

but you have mastered it beautifully.
Mrs. Fletcher, I assure you...

I know. You want to assure me that
it wasn't you who chased Marta Craig...

out of the Watergate
three nights ago.

Mrs. Fletcher,
we play a game in this town.

Those of us who are good at it,
get things done.

It's the amateurs
who tend to get hurt.

Morning, Diana.
Good morning.

I ought to warn you Ray Dixon's
already been sniffing around.
Yes, I know.

The committee meeting's less
than two hours away. Is there
anything I can help you with...

- Mrs. Fletcher?
- Hmm?

Oh. Diana, I have to go out.

Don't let them
start the vote without me.

But the meeting starts
in less than two hours.

[Dan]
The problem of waste
was carefully researched...

by Dr. A. Bruno Townshend...

of the University
of Western Minnesota...

in his 1981 tract...

Investments in our Coastline,
a sociological treatise...

published by Acorn Press.

Uh.
Joe, I'm so glad you're here.

Aren't you supposed to be
in the committee meeting?

Oh, never mind that.
Come with me.

Uh, later.

So?

I just got a most wonderful
lead from Kaye Sheppard.

It seems a jilted boyfriend of Marta's
was hanging around her apartment...

when she brought Dan
home with her.
What?

A few minutes later,
the boyfriend saw
another man going inside.

- Now, he didn't get a very good look,
but it had to be Ray Dixon.
- Are you sure?

Well, after that terrible fight
they had at the Watergate,

Marta was probably
blackmailing him too.

He went inside the apartment,
saw Dan passed out,

killed Marta
and blamed it on Dan.

Oh, boy.
If that were true, then...

You know, he probably
took those photographs too...

the ones at the party
when Congressman Joyner died.

- Joe, we have to get inside his penthouse.
- Well, how're we going to do that?

Ohh, for heaven's sake!
I've got to vote on that bill.

Right after the committee meeting,
I want you to meet with me and Kaye.

We'll talk to Lieutenant Mendelsohn,
and we'll try to get a court order.

Right.
It sounds like a real break.
Oh, I'm sure it is.

[Raspy Voice]
It's notjust a question of pollution,

but the effect of biodegradables
on the coastline.

Uh, Mr. Keppner,
may I interpret this brief pause...

as a sign that you have finally finished
stating your position on this bill?

I have just a few more
observations, Mr. Chairman.

But, in the interest of time,
I will defer to my esteemed
colleague from Maine.

- Very well, but this is taking
much too long, you know.
- I'm so sorry to be late.

[Chairman]
Perhaps now we could
put this measure to a vote,

specifically whether to permit
the construction of a cannery at...

McHenry's Point in Maine.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Chairman.
Would it be possible for me
to say a few words?

I would hope, Mrs. Fletcher, that
they will be considerably fewer...

than those voiced by
your colleague from New York.

Uh, I have studied this bill
very carefully.

And heaven knows...

this cannery would certainly bring
a lot of new jobs to my district.

And if that were
the only consideration, I would
vote for it without any hesitation.

However, I've discovered
that there are...

seven abandoned canneries
in my state.

Can you imagine?
Seven. No longer working,
no longer employing people.

And why?
Because the owners
walked away from them...

rather than spend money
to modernize their operations.

Now, I believe two of them
are your companies, Mr. Dixon.

Now, I realize that
there is expense involved
in updating equipment...

and perhaps those locations
are no longer as convenient...

as McHenry's Point.

But, you know,
I'm very upset by this notion...

that we can just dispose
of buildings or people...

when they become a little
troublesome or unprofitable.

Almost 5,000 people...

used to work at those
abandoned canneries.

Now, that's truly disgraceful,
to put people out of work,

to abandon
perfectly good buildings...

because our tax laws
make it financially advantageous.

Well, I'm sorry, but I think
that sort of attitude is not only
preposterous, but it's inhuman.

Now, the Pendrake Corporation
doesn't need a new cannery.

They need to put the canneries
they already own back into operation.

Now, Mr. Dixon,
you and your fellow canners have been
taking a lot out of the state of Maine...

and I think it's high time
you started putting something back.

Order! Order, please!

It's pretty obvious, Mr. Blinn.

Give us cops credit for a little
intelligence. Ray Dixon would
be smarter than that.

[Chuckles]

I don't know what
you're talking about.
Is that so?

[Knocking]

I'm sorry.
I raced as fast as I could.
You're just in time.

Mrs. Fletcher,
this is not what it seems.

Don't be silly, Joe.
Of course it is.

Those are the photos
from the party, aren't they?

Yes. I found them in the desk.
Really?

You know, until this morning,
I was totally baffled.

Of course, I knew that
Mr. Keppner was innocent...

and I was also pretty sure
that Marta had been murdered
by the person she was working for.

What happened Joe?
Did she get greedy?

Look, you said Dixon was guilty.
That's why I'm here.

Please, Joe. What happened
to your gloves?