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[Woman]
Her eyes haven't left this table since
Grady arrived with Miss Sis-boom-bah.

- There's gonna be fireworks tonight.
- [Thunderclap]

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

If there were foul play,
I think I'd like to speak
to that nephew of yours.

- What were you doin' in Sandy's room?
- You didn't tell the cops, did ya?

He was with you
when you found Sandra's body?

I thought you said
she was harmless.

- You do have a writer's imagination,
Mrs. Fletcher.
- Thank you.

- I didn't quite mean that as a-
- I know what you meant, Inspector.

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Uh, would you wait here, please?

Hey, lady, you can't go up there.
Well, what do you mean,
I can't go up?

Trust me,
you don't wanna go up there.

AuntJess, hold on.
Grady, what's going on here?

I'm really sorry, AuntJess,
but there's been a slight change in plans.

Ain't my fault, lady.
You got cockroaches the size
of Cleveland up there!

If you don't like it,
call the city.

Yesterday, it was just one apartment
on the first floor,

and when they sprayed,
all the cockroaches moved up
to my apartment.

Oh, dear. I was really looking
forward to staying with you.

Oh, you are, but not here.

[Jessica]
The Montaigne Plaza?
Oh, my goodness.

That hotel has more stars
than the sidewalks in Hollywood.
Don't worry. We're comped.

My friend Gary Harper, from school,
he married the hotel.

I mean, he married the lady
who owns the hotel.

Now just a moment.
I remember Gary very well.

I mean, he's your age.
And if I'm not mistaken,

Cornelia Montaigne is, uh-
well, she's older.

Well, all I know is he fell into it.
He is hip-deep into money...

and he wants to share
some of the good luck
with his old fraternity buddy.

Come on, AuntJess.
It's gonna be great fun.

Spending time with you-
That's gonna be fun.

Gary Harper.

You know, I remember him
traipsing along the beach.

When was that,
eight years ago?

I'm sorry, but I can't picture him
with Cornelia Montaigne.

Are you kidding?
Believe me, they're like
a couple oflovebirds.

If you weren't my husband,
Garrett, I'd have your job for this.

Now, Cornelia-
After I spend the entire morning
vacating the 32nd floor,

you turn around
and book the countess
into the corner suite.

- It was empty. L-
- That's because the Sheikh Faisal Usmani...

has it booked
starting at midnight.

When-When are you going
to learn to check with me first...

before making
these arbitrary decisions?

Perhaps I can be
of some assistance, Cornelia.

I moved the countess
to the Blue Suite on 39 an hour ago.

And why didn't you tell me?

If I let you know all
the wonderful things I do around here,
you'd have to give me a raise.

Excuse me.
I have some guests to greet.

Do that, Garrett.
And see if you can book them
into the right room...

just for the challenge of it.

Grady.

Grady, my man.
Gary.

How are ya?
[Chuckling]
I'm great!

You remember who this is?
Jessica!

Gary.
You look exactly the way you did
the last time we went fishing in Cabot Cove.

[Laughs]
And I dropped the tackle box
in the harbor.

And tumbled in right after it,
if I recall.

Listen, it's nice to have you here,
both of you.

This is just a quick
business visit for me,

but actually, it's an excuse
to spend some time with Grady.

Now, this suite-
I can't allow you to-
Oh, no, no, no, no.

I've been waiting eight years
to repay the hospitality.

Now this is my town, my treat.
Starting tonight,

dinner, 7:00 sharp.

- Mom will bejoining us.
- Mom?

I mean, my mom.

Oh, no, Cornelia can't make it.
No, she's the consummate workaholic.

Rumor has it that, uh, she once
took out time for dinner in 1965.

[Laughs]
But, uh, it's just a rumor.

But I could make a reservation
for Sandra Clemens.

Sandra Clemens?
Is she in town?

She just checked in
a couple of days ago.
No kidding?

Sandra Clemens?
You remember Sandra, AuntJess.

Homecoming.
Third cheerleader from the left,

blonde, about this tall.

I must've been watching the game.

Well, when she heard
you were coming, um-

Well, I think she's looking
for a dinner invitation.

With me?
Well, that is,
ifJessica doesn't mind.

Mind? I can't wait to see
what I missed.

We'll take very good care
of her, Mrs. Townsend.
Depend on it.

Safe journey.

Darling, I'd like-
Grady! How nice
to see you again.

My, you've lost weight.
Very attractive.

And this is Grady's AuntJessica.

Oh, Garrett has told me
all about you, Mrs. Fletcher.

I must confess, I don't have time
to read your books,

or anyone else's, I'm afraid,
but I am delighted
you're staying with us.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Harper.
I'm so happy to meet you.

Mark Havlin, my good right arm.

Mark, do see that Grady and his aunt
have anything they want.

Nothing is too much
for a friend of Garrett's.

Oh, if you will excuse me,
I'm expecting a call from Washington-

the Secret Service-
to make arrangements for next week.

You'll understand if I can't explain
exactly what those are.

My goodness, Cornelia is
certainly overpowering.

That's just her way.
Gary says she's still competing
with her father,

even though he's been
dead for 20 years.
Hmm.

- Oh, my gosh.
- Grady?

[Chuckles]
Grady!

Sandy. Hi.
[Laughing]

Oh!
I can't believe you remember me.

Don't be an old poop.
Of course I do.

Don't tell me.
This must be your aunt.
Gary told me you were coming.

Sandra Clemens.
Of course, I remember now.

Third cheerleader
from the left, right?

Homecoming, right?
You've got some memory.

Well, actually, Grady has
a photograph on his coffee table.
AuntJess.

[Jessica]
Look, if you two will excuse me.

I've got some unpacking to do.
Nice meeting you, Sandy.

Nice meeting you.

Super lady.

Oh, yeah.
She's the greatest.

[Clears Throat]
Um, Gary told me you were having
a little dinner party tonight?

Oh- Oh, yeah, sure.
Uh, are you coming?

L-I mean- I mean,
would you like to come-

Pick me up at 7:00.
I live right there.

4553.

7:00. 4553.

Right.

7:00.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Well, did you talk to Grady?
I ran into him in the hallway
with his aunt.

You know, Gary, this is dumb.

This is really dumb.

Look, anything to keep Cornelia
off my back.

If she catches on,
the party's over...

for both of us.

[Knocking]

Hi, Grady.
Hi.

For me?
Thanks. They're beautiful.

Come on in.
We'll put them in some water.
[Phone Ringing]

Oh.

Hello?

No, I told you that's no good.

No, that won't work either.

I can't get into it right now.
Can I call you back?

Okay, let me get a pencil.

Here you go.
Great.

Okay, what's the number?

Okay. Thank you. Bye.

Grady.
What?

I hope those flowers like vermouth.

I just made us some martinis.

[Chuckling]
Well, I am thrilled,
absolutely thrilled.

I mean, here I am
with a real live
absolute celebrity, Jessie.

Well, now that's very nice.
Well, I've never had dinner
with a celebrity before.

Oh, well, I did sit across
from Joe Namath once at Lindy's.

I don't think that counts.

Well, look who's here.

Hi, everybody.
Hi, Grady.

Oh, Grady, dear.

Lean in here and
give an old lady a kiss.

[Chuckles]

Well, I hope you enjoyed that,
young fella,

because that's about as good
as it's going to get for you tonight.

Another fun-filled dinner,
eh, Nettie?

- Speak for yourself, Sandra.
- Cool it, Mother.

Uh, may I?

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, what an excellent wine list.

Gary, I insist, tonight the wine
is going to be on me.

Forget the wine list, Jessie.
You're missing the big picture.

Look at her. Look at her.

Her eyes haven't left this table
since Grady arrived
with Miss Sis-boom-bah.

She knows
we're talking about her too.

Mark my words, Jessie.
There's gonna be fireworks tonight.

And I love it.

Sandra Clemens is Grady's friend.

- You mean, Grady's friend as well.
- Cornelia, I hardly know her.

Is that why she's checked
into this hotel nine times
since you and I were married?

How often Sandra Clemens
comes to New York is her business.

And frankly,
I think you should be grateful
that she gives us so much of it.

Lfind myself strangely
lacking in gratitude...

when it comes
to my husband's mistresses.

Mistresses?

Cornelia, I was just trying
to arrange a simple reunion
for two old friends,

and as usual, your imagination
has ruined a wonderful evening
for all of us.

You know, if I read
one more paragraph tonight,

this manuscript is gonna start
looking like one big typo.

I'm gonna go to bed.
What?

Don't you want to play
any gin rummy or-

Not tonight.
Why don't you go out?

Go out? It's pouring!

Well, you have two good friends
right here in the hotel.

You sure you don't mind?
Mind? I insist.

Okay.

Good night, AuntJess.
Good night, Grady.

And have a good time.
Yeah.

[Sighs, Chuckles]

Sandy?

Sandy?

[Thunderclap]

Sandy?

[Woman]
Hello? Hello?

Operator. Operator.

It was very helpful of you
to call the police, Mr. Fletcher,

but I'm head of hotel security.

You should've notified me first.

I thought I did the right thing.

Well, we don't like to upset our guests
over little accidents like this.

Accident?
You can't be serious, Mr. Rice.

Oh, I'm a very serious
kind of guy, ma'am,

when it comes to bodies
in hotel rooms.

Excuse me, AuntJess.

What's goin' on?
What do ya mean, "What's goin' on?"
What were you doin' in Sandy's room?

I saw you sneaking out
of the living room.
You didn't tell the cops, did ya?

No, not yet.
Oh, Cornelia would kill me
if she found out.

Aw, come on, Gary. Sandy's dead!
Now what were you doin' in there?

Oh, get serious, Grady.

Come on. You know me
better than that.

I came here to see how it went
between you guys tonight.

As soon as I started in,
I saw you bendin'over the body.

Lfigured I'd better go get help.
That must've been when you saw me.

Look, believe me, if it wasn't
for Cornelia, I'd be talkin'
to the cops right now.

Oh, great.
Pomp and circumstance has arrived.

Uh, sorry they had to drag you
down here for this,
Inspector Matheney.

No need to apologize. Seems routine.
With any luck, I can get back to the ballet
in time for the Rose Adagio.

Excuse me, uh, Inspector.

I'm Jessica Fletcher,
and my nephew found the body.

How do you do, Mrs... Fletcher?

I'm Donald Matheney.
I don't see Mrs. Harper.

Oh, well, uh,
we're trying to locate her.
[Chuckles]

I see.
Look, Rice, would you
tell her I dropped by?

I don't see that
I'm really needed here.

Uh, excuse me, uh, Inspector.

Mr. Rice has described
the young lady's death
as an accident.

I'm sure he has.
Mr. Rice has an instinct
for, uh, public relations.

But perhaps not for homicide.
May I show you something?

Yes, of course.

Rice.

She seems to have hit her head
on the dresser here.

- There's a bloodstain here,
of course, and one there.
- I don't get your point.

- What did she trip over?
There's nothing in the room.
- Maybe she had a fainting spell.

Possibly, but-
[Rice]
Ma'am.

Ma'am, I think the inspector
would like to get back to the theater.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course,
but I would like to
point out this pillow.

You see, it's crumpled and stained
with lipstick and makeup.

Maybe she had to lie down.
Maybe a fainting spell.

Yes, but if she laid down
on the bed,

then why is the rest
of the bed unrumpled
and freshly turned down?

Inspector, if you can't find
Mrs. Harper,

I suggest you might like to talk
with the hotel manager, Mark Havlin.

I think I'll wait for Cornelia.
At least for a few more minutes.

But-
Thank you for your help,
Mrs. Fletcher.

If there were foul play,
I think I'd like to speak
to that nephew of yours.

Well, Grady has already spoken
with the police.
Yes, I know.

But I'm more interested
in a... firsthand account.

My dear lady, he was alone
with the corpse.

He was intimately involved with her.
How intimately, I don't know... yet.

I'm sorry for having gotten you
out ofbed, Mr. Havlin,
but your phone was off the hook.

This is dreadful.

And it won't get any better
with Mr. Rice up there
representing the hotel.

It certainly won't.

I'd been up for 24 hours
before I managed to snatch
three hours sleep.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't
mention this to Cornelia.
She thinks I'm indestructible.

Oh, I understand.

The sheikh arrives at midnight
with all 36 wives.

That means 37 bathrooms
and all on the same floor.

And now this... accident-

death-whatever.

Night shift came on at 8:00.
At least all the beds
have been turned down.

Shall we?

We should have the medical report
first thing tomorrow.

Keep yourself available,
Mr. Fletcher.
Of course, sir.

He thinks I did it!

Hey, Grady, no matter what happens,
I'll be there for ya, buddy.

Well, at least the rain stopped.

Even Gary thinks Matheney
suspects me.

Grady, don't go sour
on the inspector yet.

He seems to be pretty sour on me.

He thinks Sandra and I
were "intimately involved."
Boy, that's a laugh.

The most exciting thing
that happened was when I put
the flowers in the martini pitcher.

- Then she got this phone call.
- Phone call? From whom?

I don't know.
She said she'd call them back later.

I remember rummaging
around for something
to write the number on.

And then she finally wrote it
on some envelope
she took out of her purse.

Grady, I think that you should
tell the inspector about this phone call.

I mean, the number
might be important.

I did. He said
no envelope was found.

AuntJess,

do you think the killer
took the envelope 'cause
his phone number was on it?

I don't know what to think,

unlike Inspector Matheney
who seems to know exactly
what to think,

mistaken as that might be.

Grady, did you tell me that Sandra
used to be a computer operator?

- Yeah, back in Fort Wayne.
- Well, that can't pay much.

I wonder how she can afford
to stay at the Montaigne.

Probably the same way I am.
Gary picked up the tab.

Mr. Havlin,
I wanted to apologize again
for waking you up last night.

You were a pleasure compared
to the harem with jet lag.

Would you like a seat?
Thank you.

Actually, I wanted to talk to you
about Sandra Clemens.

Such a nice girl.
Yes.

I just felt that I should
do something, and flowers
just seem so inadequate.

And, well, I just thought
that if there was...

any difficulty in covering
her hotel bill,

I would be glad to handle it.

You can put away
your fishing pole, Mrs. Fletcher.

Sandra Clemens's finances-

Yes, that is a mystery
I stopped trying to fathom
a long, long time ago,

after her first stay,
early last year, I believe.

Her first stay?
Uh, yes. She's been with us
nine times since then.

Amazing what they must be paying
computer operators these days.

Yes. Amazing.

She always paid her bill
by credit card, and there's
never been a problem.

The tantalizing question,
of course, is, uh, who's been
paying the credit card bill?

[Nettie]
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What's so complicated, Gary?

However it happened,
it's a stroke of luck.

Now you really
can divorce Cornelia.

Yes.
[Chuckles]

Call you back. Call you back.
Well, Jessie.

Come on in. Come on in.
Forgive me, Mrs. Harper,
but your door was wide open.

Shall I?
Please do.

Thank you. Sit down.
All right.

And let your hair down
and call me Nettie.
Oh, of course.

Oh, don't you just love
these hotel chocolates?

Of course, I have to steal 'em
like everybody else.

Here, take a box.
Oh, really.

Actually, Nettie,
this is a condolence call.

I'm quite sure that you were hit
very hard by Sandra's death.

Not a bit. Not a bit.

Gary and I barely knew the girl.

Well, hardly ever saw her
since the kids went to Purdue.

Oh, how odd.

I thought she had stayed
here at the Montaigne
on a fairly regular basis.

Really? Oh, Gary must have
forgotten to mention it.

But you know
who I feel sorry for?

Grady. Tsk, tsk, tsk.
That poor boy.

A fool could see
how he felt about Sandra,

and then to find himself
mixed up in her death.

- He found the body. That's all.
- Oh, but of course.

Did I sound like
I implied otherwise?

How terrible of me.
Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'm sure he's going to get off.

I don't think they have a lick
of real proof that he was
involved in any way.

Mmm. Oh, try one of those
dark ones on the end.

Brazil nuts and brandy.

[Gary]
Grady, old buddy, I gotta tell you,
I'm scared to death.

You, scared? Come on.
I mean it.

I don't know what it is.
Maybe I'm gettin' old,
losin' my nerve.

But you gotta help me.

If I can, sure, but-

The truth is... Sandy and I...
dated for a while.

You and Sandy?
After graduation.
It didn't last long.

L- I gave her this bracelet.

Engraved. The whole bit.

Anyway, she brought it back
to New York to show me,
for old times sake.

It's still in her room, Grady.

In her bathrobe pocket.
Oh, boy.

If the cops catch me goin'
in there to get it, it's all over.

But you could get it.

Oh, no.
Just tell 'em the truth.

What, and have Cornelia
all over my back?

I'm in enough trouble
with her already.

I mean, she gets jealous
if I just talk to another woman.

And this bracelet, I mean, that-
that would really ice it.

Gary, the room has been sealed.

Tape across the door.
No big deal.

Yeah, it's a big deal.
It's a police investigation!

Thanks a lot, buddy. You don't remember
who dragged you out of that beer joint
when those three goons...

from Ohio State were gonna
turn you into a pretzel?

- Yeah, sure I do.
- I adopted you, pal. We were like this!

You for me, me for you.

Here's my master key.
It opens every room in the hotel.

You just slip in, slip out.

"To Sandra. Forever, G."

[Clears Throat]

Oh, no.

Jessica! Uh, Jessica.

I just heard about Grady.
L-I can't believe it.
Well, I can.

Surely you're not suggesting
that Grady broke into that room
to conceal evidence.

Let's understand one thing,
Mrs. Harper.

A passkey was found
in Grady's possession.

A key that I very much suspect
belonged to your husband.

I doubt that.

I also very much suspect
that he was in that room...

to retrieve a bracelet
for your husband.

Grady sometimes has
a misplaced sense ofloyalty.

Now, Mrs. Fletcher, that-
I also very much suspect...

that the bracelet in question
was given as a gift...

to Sandra by your husband
and not by my nephew.

Furthermore, it shouldn't be
too hard to prove that.

But I think you know that.

Yes.

I suppose I should be grateful
to Grady for bringing
all this out into the open.

I've had Mark Havlin, my manager,
investigating Sandra for weeks.
He found nothing.

I despised myself
for being jealous,

but the feeling wouldn't go away.

I was sure there was something
between them.

The bracelet only confirmed it.

I'm sorry about that,
I really am.

But at the moment, my first priority
is to find Inspector Matheney
and get Grady out of jail.

If you'll excuse me.
If it's Matheney you want,

I wouldn't waste my time
going to police headquarters.

Oh?

##[Classical]
[Chuckling]
No, no, you're absolutely right.

Oh, thank you.
But even if the exhibit
is a trifle deficient-

certainly not the best
of Van Gogh-
at least it is Van Gogh.

Although there's always
the possibility of forgery,
given the recent developments in-

Would you, uh, excuse me
for just a moment.

Mrs. Fletcher.
I had no idea you'd been invited
to the opening.

Well, believe me, Lieutenant,
with my nephew in jail,
I'm not here for pleasure.

Please, could we discuss this
some other time?
Some other time?

When? Tomorrow, over brunch?

First, I'd like to know exactly
what he's been charged with.

My good woman,
when a prime suspect
in a murder investigation...

is caught breaking
into the murder site
to remove a piece of evidence,

it is a fair assumption
that he will be incarcerated.

You are assuming that Grady gave
that bracelet to Sandra.

But that G. Could just as easily
have stood for Garrett,

for whom I suspect
Grady was doing a favor.

Someone with Garrett Harper's
money would hardly spring
for such an inexpensive trinket.

Inspector, if you would spend
more time on this case
and less time at art exhibits,

you would know that Gary Harper
didn't always have money.

You might also find time
to examine a few important leads...

which so far you appear
to have overlooked.

Oh, really? And what might they be?
Well, for one, the envelope
that Grady told you about-

the one that Sandra wrote the telephone number
on and then put into her purse.

Have you bothered to see
if that has turned up?

- You do have a writer's imagination,
Mrs. Fletcher.
- Thank you.

I didn't quite mean that as a-
I know what you meant, Inspector.

And I didn't come here
to pick a quarrel.
I'm only interested...

in getting these ridiculous charges
against my nephew dismissed.

I really appreciate all the trouble
you went to, AuntJess.
Good.

Then maybe in gratitude you can
tell me why you did something so- so-

- Dumb?
- Good word.

A friend was in trouble.
I helped him out.

And if he'd asked you
to rob a bank, I suppose you'd have
helped him out with that too?

Of course not.
But he said his wife would get jealous.
He wanted to spare her feelings.

Oh, Grady.

I thought I owed him that much.

I mean, considering everything
he's done for me.

But what exactly
has Gary done for you,

besides giving you a free room
in his wife's hotel?

Come on. That's not fair.
He was very supportive
when we found Sandra's body.

He was with you
when you found Sandra's body?

Well, not with me, exactly.
He was sort of in the other room.

- "Sort of in the other room"?
- After I found Sandra's body,
I heard this noise from the living room.

And when I looked up,
I saw Gary run out the front door.

For pity's sake!
And you didn't tell the police?

No.

He said he came in after I did,
and when he saw Sandra lying there,
he ran off to get help.

And you believed that?
Yes!

I did at the time, but-
Look-
No!

You look, Grady.
Take a good, hard look.

Now, it is one thing
to be loyal to an old friend,

but it's quite another thing
to let that loyal friend use you.

No, you got him all wrong.
Look, Grady.

There's a real possibility
that Gary Harper is the killer.

Oh, come on. That's crazy.

Don't tell me that
it hasn't entered your mind.

I mean, you're much too smart
to accept that man at face value,

especially the face
that I've been seeing.

I'm gonna go take a walk
or something. I'll see ya later.

Grady!
You have to go to the police.

I'll be back in a while.

[Phone Ringing]

Yes?
Oh, yes, Inspector.

What?

Oh, yes. Yes, I'll be right there.

I thought you might be
interested in these deposits
in the Clemens girl's bankbook.

Twenty to $25,000 each.
Over a dozen of'em.

Now where does a girl who works
as a computer processor
get that kind of money?

Well, could be a lot of things,
but the one that jumps to mind,
of course, is blackmail.

Yes, I know.
But who? And why?

Inspector, how long would it take
to get a printout...

of all the dates that Sandra stayed
at the Montaigne Plaza?

I ordered one up yesterday.
I, uh, think it was sent over
this morning.

Yes, yes. Here it is.

Hmm. Just as I thought.

The deposits and
the check-in dates match exactly.

All right. The lady came to town
periodically for her payoff.

That still doesn't tell us
who was giving her the money.

Doesn't it seem strange to you
that her visits started...

shortly after Gary Harper
married Cornelia Montaigne?

[Chuckles]
I suppose you're right.

Suppose Harper was being bled
by his ex-girlfriend.

The lady's dead and I hardly
think the victim is going to tell us
what was going on.

Maybe we don't have to get it
from the victim.

Well, I'm sorry.
I can't chat right now, Jessica.

I'm late for a hair appointment.

Well, I don't know where Gary is,
if that's who you're looking for.

Actually, I wanted
to talk with you, Nettie.

I was curious about
a conversation you had with Gary
on the telephone earlier.

You said, " Now you really can
divorce Cornelia." Remember?

That conversation
was meant for Gary's ears, not yours.

Well, if I'm wrong,
I apologize, Nettie,

but everything seems to point
in the same direction.

If there was a time
when Cornelia and Gary
couldn't get a divorce,

maybe it was because
they weren't legally married.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I was there.

I gave them six place settings.

But the marriage
would hardly be valid...

ifhe were already married
to somebody else.

It would be easy to prove.

Do you know
how much anguish and cash...

that secret has cost
over the past years?

So Sandra was
your daughter-in-law.

Gary was foolish.
So foolish.

And that little tramp...

carried that marriage license
in her purse...

and waved it under Gary's nose...

until the day she died.

##[Jazz]
[Chattering, Laughter]

[Grady]
They were married,
Gary and Sandy?

I'm sorry, Grady.

As soon as Gary gets here,
I'm gonna get the truth out of him.

What makes you think that
he's gonna level with you now?

The only reason that Nettie
blurted out the truth...

was because she thought that
with the first wife dead, the second
marriage would become valid.

That doesn't make any sense.
I know it doesn't.
But Nettie thought that it did.

That's why she was pushing for Gary
to go for a settlement now...

before Cornelia found out
that her own marriage was invalid.

You mean, Gary was paying Sandy
blackmail money?

Oh, boy. You think
you really know somebody.

But you know, that doesn't mean
that Gary killed her.

Grady-
No, no, no, no, no.

If Nettie thought that killing Sandy
would guarantee a profitable divorce
from Cornelia-

That sure sounds like
a motive to me.

Well, we'll never find out
just sitting here.

Gary's already an hour late.

Uh, listen, AuntJess,
about before, uh, up in the room,

I'm sorry.

L- I just shot off my mouth and l-

Look, Grady, the day that
you and I can't have a good
old-fashioned argument,

I'm gonna start wondering
where I went wrong.

Right.

I remembered...

you always come up here
when you wanna think things over.

No. Just when
I wanna be by myself.

Cornelia, I swear to you,

Sandra and I
were finished years ago.

She didn't mean anything to me.

Cornelia?
Leave me alone, Garrett.

Or better still, just leave.

Spare me having to throw you out.

Look, try to see it from my side.

L- I wanted to tell you about Sandra,
but I was afraid-

afraid of hurting you,

of losing you.

Why do you think I let her
blackmail me all this time?

Careful, Garrett.
That sounds very much
like a motive for murder.

What of it?
I didn't kill her.

Darling, don't you see
what this means?

Now we have a chance
for a real life together.

No secrets, no doubts.

And I do love you, Cornelia,
very much.

No, Garrett.

It's my money
you love very much.

That's the only thing about
which I have no doubts.

Let go of me.
You're blind, Cornelia.

You're so consumed byjealousy
you can't see the truth.

Maybe I should walk away,
but I can't. I love you too much.

You're hurting me.

You know what the trouble is?
You can't walk away...

from the money, the power.

Just give it up, Cornelia.

Let's go away to some little place
upstate away from all this,
just the two of us,

and the hell
with the rest of the world.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Rice, I need to talk to you.

Yeah? About what?

I need you to do
something for me.

Come on, Harper. You're on
your way out the front door.
Your wife's got you pegged.

Oh, no, no, no.
We just had a long talk on the roof,
and everything's smoothed out.

Look, Havlin's the one that's
goin' out the door, and the only one
that's gonna run this place is me.

Yeah, well,
you're forgettin' something.

There's a murder charge coming down
with your name tag on it.

Well, that's where
you're gonna help me, Herman.

See, there's 5,000 in this envelope...

if you could manage to remember
something that might put
the spotlight on Grady Fletcher.

[Rice]
Fletcher? What makes you think
you can frame him?

Aw, come on.
Think of the evidence-

finding the body,
goin' back to get that bracelet.

Easy money.

And a raise too?

Sure, Mr. Harper.

No problem.

I'll jog my memory.
See what I come up with.

[Pats Back]

Grady.

This belongs to you.

Grady, wait a minute.
You didn't think I was serious
about all that stuff, did ya?

Grady, it was a trap.
I was just seein' how far
Rice would go.

You know somethin', Gary?
You're good.

Ten, maybe 11 years,
and I never saw it.

I guess maybe I'm not too bright.

But the funny thing is,
there was a time when I probably
would've taken the rap for you.

But like I said,

I guess maybe I'm not too bright.

[Crowd Cheering On TV]
[Announcer]
A 20-footjumper. And it's good!

Well, I don't know about you,
but I am starved.

Let's go.

Aw, gee, I don't-

Oh, come on, come on.
We've got a reservation
in 45 minutes for dinner.

I think we should walk.
The exercise will do us good.

But don't you dare bring
that long face with you.

AuntJess, have I ever told you
you are my absolute most favorite
person in the whole world?

[Laughs]
Yes, but not often enough.

[Knocking]

Oh, I'm sorry. I can come back later
to turn down the beds.

No, that's not necessary.
We were just leaving.

Grady, we have a stop
to make first.

I know how busy you are, Mr. Havlin,
and I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I'vejust come
from Cornelia's office.
What now?

Apparently, she's got it
into her head that both
you and Gary contrived...

to bring Sandra Clemens
into the hotel.
Gary and I?

Well, yes, according to Gary.

How typical of Gary to implicate
someone else in his dirty work.

He also said that, uh,
you were chiefly responsible...

for, uh, rekindling their college romance.

Did I?
Well, that is too much,
even for Gary.

Well, he also said-
I can imagine, Mrs. Fletcher.

Did he also happen to tell her
he and Sandra had been married
for the past few years?

Married? Oh, no.

Sandra was Gary's mistress,
not his wife.

Wrong, Mrs. Fletcher.
They were married.

On June 20, I recall.

Fort Wayne, Indiana.
Oh, but that's ridiculous.

My good woman,
Cornelia had me checking out
Sandra's past for weeks.

I know what I'm talking about.
But why didn't you inform Cornelia?

Well, she is a very highly strung woman.
What point would there be
in upsetting her?

No, I'm sorry.

I can't accept such
a bizarre notion without proof.

Would a copy of Gary and Sandra's
marriage certificate satisfy you?

Oh, my goodness.
[Chuckles]

You are serious. This isn't a joke.
It came in the mail this morning
from the Fort Wayne Hall of Records.

Cornelia and I haven't been able
to see each other today.
That's why I haven't told her about it.

I see.
The certificate is legitimate,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I assure you.
Oh, I'm quite sure that it is.

But it didn't come in the mail
this morning, Mr. Havlin.

The fact is, you took it from
Sandra Clemens' purse the night
that you killed her.

I see. First, I am
a home wrecker, and now
I am a murderer. Incredible.

Grady saw Sandra scribble
a telephone number on this envelope...

a few hours before she was killed.

Gary's mother told me
that Sandra kept the license
in her purse at all times...

to hold over his head if he failed
to meet her blackmail demands.

Grady?

That's the envelope, AuntJess.
I'm sure of it.

The only reason you didn't destroy
the certificate was because you wanted
to blackmail Gary yourself.

That is why you killed Sandra,
isn't it?
This is preposterous.

The night she was killed,
you claimed you'd been asleep
in your room for hours.

You even went to the trouble
ofleaving your phone off the hook...

so someone would have to
come to your room and see
that you'd been sleeping.

You said you'd been asleep
for three hours,
but your clock read 10:30.

If you had been asleep
since 7:30, the night maid
who came in at 8:00...

would never have come into the room
to turn down the bed and leave
a chocolate and a fresh flower.

It shouldn't be too difficult
to learn which maid prepared
your bed that evening.

Every time...

I asked Cornelia for a raise,

she turned me down.

Then when I found out
about this marriage,
I was going to tell her all about it.

I let her know everything
that happens here.

Then I thought,
"Don't be a fool.

"This is your ticket.

Your golden goose, Mark. "

When Sandra started coming
to this hotel...

I saw her change...

from a hick computer processor...

into a very expensively
pulled-together lady.

It wasn't hard to guess
where the money was coming from.

I went to her room that night
with a very fair offer...

that she split Gary's payments
with me 50-50.

She laughed in my face.

We argued.
I hit her hard.

She accidently knocked her head
against the dresser and collapsed.

She was barely conscious,
and I thought,

"Why not finish her off
and have it all?"

If she hadn't picked up
that phone call,
it would have been perfect.

Feeling okay?
Great, but I'll feel even better
once I get out of this place.

- Hi. Fletcher. 4540, checking out.
- Okay.

Oh, speaking of numbers, did you
ever find out what number Sandy
wrote down on that envelope?

Yes. It was her periodontist's office.

They were calling to reschedule
an appointment with her.
[Cornelia]Jessica!

Oh, good morning.
Good morning.

Good morning!
I do hope that you've had
a pleasant stay.

Well, uh, yes.

Garrett and I had
a long, hard talk last night,

and, well, we've straightened
things out.

I've come to realize
I've been a foolish woman,

and, well, we're gonna give it
another try.

Well, I can't imagine two people
more ideally suited to each other.

Hey, pal,
now that Havlin's confessed,

how'd you like to be my best man?

- Aw, gee, I'd really like to,
but I'm gonna be busy that day.
- Well, I haven't told you the day.

I know.

- Mr. Fletcher, your bill.
- Uh, I'll take care of that, Nancy.

No, no, thanks.
I can handle this myself.

Twenty-five hundred dollars?
For two nights and a lousy meal
at a restaurant?

- I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Fletcher.
There's been a mistake.
- Thank you.

They forgot to add
your restaurant charge.
Excuse me.

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