All language subtitles for MSW.S11E17.Murder A La Mode

(SIREN WAILING)

(HORN HONKING)

(CHATTERING IN FRENCH)

(PERFORMING LAST RITES
IN FRENCH)

(GASPING WEAKLY)

(SOBBING)

I will...
I will avenge you.

I swear.

DAN: Jessica, I've got the
best advertising agency in Paris

working on your book.

Jessica? Can I have your
attention for just a minute?

Oh, of course.

On the money, right?

Wow! Well, I like
the concept, Dan,

but I think that red
is just too much.

I'll let them know.

Now, your publicity
itinerary.

It's busy, but I've
tried to get us

into as many of the ready-to-wear
showings as possible.

It'll be a perfect
tie-in to your book.

Good, I want to
see the collections,

that'll be a real
treat for me.

Now, for your photographer,
I've brought in Rick Evans.

No paparazzi.

Thank you, Dan.
He's a really good friend.

Oh! Where are
my galley proofs?

(CHUCKLING) You won't
have time!

But I'll make time!

I'll have them
sent over.

Thanks.

Now, I'll pick you up
at 8:00 for the reception.

Fine.

Ow! Denise! God! You're
worse than my dentist!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
JESSICA: Carrie?

Jessica! You're here?

Yes! I got in last night.

Oh, great!
I can't wait to see you.

Listen, Carrie, I just
picked up the new Paris Mode

and your cover shot
is a knockout.

Yeah, there's still
no one better than Rick.

Yeah. Everything is right
with the world.

I'm in love.

How is he?

Oh, well, it's not
Rick, Jessica.

He went off to Milan for
a couple of months for work

and then the real thing
came along.

His name is Edmond Faragere,
and you'll meet him.

Well, I'm looking forward
to it.

So, I'll see you
this evening, right?

Okay. Bye-bye.

God! Denise,
enough!

Forgive me, Carrie,

but Paul has been
on my back all afternoon.

Put this in the show, take
that out, change the order.

The vinyl looks good.
Yes.

We took the beaded
Lurex dress out!

Your wife
put it back.

Thea knows better than that.
It's stunning.

But we can't manufacture it back
home at ready-to-wear prices.

Carrie,
the silk crepe instead.

Hey, it's cool with me, but Thea
said... I will talk to Thea about it.

If I can ever find her.

THEA: Hello? Thea! Hon,
where have you been?

All I've been getting is
"out of the area."

I've been worried sick.
What's going on?

Oh, I had the power off
by mistake.

I'm at the Louvre.

I wandered in after lunch and
started to look for the Mona Lisa.

I had no idea where
the time went.

Look, look.
Thea, I need you here.

The order of presentation
is all fouled up.

I don't know what's
going on. Come on back.

Okay. I'll get there
as soon as I can.

(SIGHING) Poor Paul.

"Poor Paul" doesn't
appreciate you.

You have the talent of
a world-class designer

and he's got you
in Los Angeles

doing $100 dresses.

It's a damn crime.

What's the alternative,
Edmond?

To make Thea
an international name

like Nina Ricci,
Donna Karan or Chanel.

To make you very rich.

What I suggest is that,

after you've shown your
collection in New York next week,

I want us to make
a joint announcement

that you are leaving Paul
and affiliating with me.

Sounds great.

But it would take millions to start a
first-class fashion house in New York.

Trust me, the financing
will be there.

Thea, I have
something for you.

I want to give you something that
will bring us closer together.

A small gift, Thea.

A token,
just between us.

Because we do
belong together.

I'm fond of rubies, Edmond,
but not of tokens.

Evidence of financing
would be something else again.

(SIGHS)

And the fact is that I do
share you with another woman,

so let's not talk
about belonging.

Carrie Quinn is very much
on her way to the top.

She'll be exclusive to us.

And outside of that,
she means nothing?

I think I believe that of you.

And I don't care
either way.

Really.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

It's imperative that I get
all the items to New York now,

so that I can
turn them into cash.

If you can't do the job,
just say so!

(AGREES IN FRENCH)

(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

I don't understand. I came
all the way from Bangkok

at the invitation
of the Style Council.

Well, I can't
find his name.

He's not
on the list.

I am sorry
for the delay.

Oh, that's
quite all right.

Please sign.

DAN: J.B. Fletcher
and Dan Morgan.

Claude, I was
so surprised to hear

that you weren't
showing this season.

It's a great
disappointment.

For 30 years, ever since I
moved my family from Montreal...

Champagne?

The House of Faragere has
always presented a collection.

This year,
I made the mistake

of leaving it
to the wrong people.

Well, I'm back.

Good.

I read where you'll be
facing some new competition.

Your stepson, no less,
and an unnamed partner.

Edmond and I are not
on the best of terms.

He'd like nothing better than to
meet me in head-on competition.

How well do you know
Carrie Quinn?

Well, Carrie actually contributed a
great deal to my book Runway to Murder,

when I was researching it
here in Paris.

If you're at all close,
then she should know

that Edmond never involves
himself with anyone,

man or woman, unless
they serve his purpose.

Carrie is a bright
young woman.

I think she can
handle her life.

You had no right to
make changes without me.

The beaded Lurex was too
expensive for our buyers.

Well, then raise
the damn prices!

Stay with
the designs, Thea.

I'll run the business.

How did you like
the Mona Lisa?

How does anyone like it?
It's superb.

That's a safe assumption.

But as it happens
it's not at the Louvre.

It's out being cleaned.

Who is it this time, Thea?

(SCOFFS)

That's a very
talented lady, Paul.

(SIGHING) Yeah,
so I'm told.

I'd appreciate the opportunity
to discuss a business proposition,

with both of you, sometime
before the week is out.

Call me.

Good evening, Father.

Isn't it time
we at least behaved

as if we were
in the same family?

I noticed you chatting
with Paul Vaughn.

I hear his collection
is excellent.

His wife's
very talented.

You know her,
of course.

Casually.
We met last year.

Casually?

Jessica!

Hello, Carrie!

Mmm. I envy you.
You have the attention

of all the handsome young
men, the magazine covers.

Believe it or not, was there
once. A top Parisian model.

It seems
like ages ago!

I remember.

Of course, if I had been
making the money

that the girls
are making these days,

I wouldn't have to be
a seamstress.

Oh. Will you ladies excuse
me? I see an old friend.

Of course.

You know, I remember her in
Vogue, and she was a knockout!

Oh, she had to be.

Edmond confessed they had a thing
going when he was first starting.

Jessica, I saw you speaking
with Claude Faragere.

Did he feed you a lot
of baloney about Edmond?

Well, let's just say
he was expressing an opinion.

Edmond never lived up
to Claude's expectations,

and he hated his
autocratic ways.

And Claude, well,
he never forgave Edmond

for walking out
of the family business.

Jessica! Welcome back.

Hello, Rick.
Thank you!

I'm not interrupting,
am I?

Oh, certainly not.

Dan Morgan tells me that you're
gonna be with us for the duration.

Oh, yeah. I'll be
sticking to you like glue.

Carrie? Are you okay?

I'm fine, Rick.

(WELCOMING IN FRENCH)

(THANKS IN FRENCH)

Faragere!

(GROANS)

(GUN FIRING)

Oh, damn it, we've got a
rehearsal tomorrow and...

I really don't see
any serious damage, Paul.

It will be all right.

I want Faragere's residence
checked. 37 place de la Libert�.

Whoever it was
may turn up there.

(ACKNOWLEDGES
IN FRENCH)

Forgive me, Mrs. Fletcher.
You were saying about the gun?

Well, from what I saw of
it, it was a 9mm Beretta.

Very helpful.
Anything else?

Well, it may not
be important,

but this Kim Huan, or
whatever his name really is...

Well, he certainly didn't have the
slightest idea of how to tie a bow tie.

And, well, he just
didn't seem to belong

in the evening attire
that he was wearing.

I see your point. I'll have
the rental shops checked.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Excuse me.

I'm gonna call
a press conference.

Dan! Jessica, you risked your life!

This is a heaven-sent
opportunity to promote the book!

Look, I don't think
that I risked my life.

Mr. Morgan, so far we have
been extremely fortunate.

Those few who saw anything
have agreed to be discreet.

That's their business.
It is also mine.

It would be most unfortunate
to create a sensation

on the eve of
the Paris Collections.

So let my colleagues and myself
do our job quietly and efficiently,

so that Paris may prosper.

You were right
about the gun.

A 9mm bullet was recovered in the floor.

Mug shots in the morning,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Right.

Thank you, then.

Jessica?

I would appreciate your
accompanying my colleagues

to headquarters
to formulate a statement.

I already told you.
I have no idea who he was

or why he wanted
to kill me.

I know it's a nuisance, and I don't
want to bother you with that...

Very well.
Just one moment?

(GRUDGINGLY) Okay.

I'll call you as soon
as I get home.

Come to my place instead. I'll worry
about you all night if you don't.

Yeah, of course.

If you hurt her,
you'll pay for it.

Don't promise more
than you can deliver.

That's your style,
Faragere, not mine.

Why don't you let me take
you back to your apartment?

Thanks, Rick,
but I'll be okay.

Carrie, there's just
something I want to say to you.

I don't wanna hear it.

I've seen Edmond go out with
a lot of these top models

and sooner or later...

When are you gonna get it
through your thick head, Rick,

that it's over
between us?

And bad-mouthing Edmond
is not gonna change that.

I just don't wanna see
you get hurt, that's all!

Give me a break!

Ever since you got back
from Italy,

all you've been doing is following
me around like some lost puppy.

Hoping that Edmond
will dump me.

Well, you want to
know something?

That's not gonna happen,
'cause Edmond loves me.

So do I.

Yeah, well, you've got
a funny way of showing it.

Just disappearing
for two months.

Look, you know how important
that job was to me. Come on!

Yeah, well, Edmond's
important to me, too.

(SIGHS)

MAN: Taxi!

What do you want?

I mean no harm,
I assure you.

I heard your name
at the invitation desk.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I need your help.

Well, forget my help.

Look, the most sensible thing
you can do right now

is to turn yourself in
to the police.

I... I can't!

I have never hurt anyone.

Sorrow and hatred
took over my being,

and I shall be grateful
for the rest of my life

that you prevented me
from killing Edmond Faragere.

Well, that is good news.
But I repeat...

I cannot go to the police!

I still have plans
for Faragere.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh.

(THANKS IN FRENCH)

PAUL: Perhaps I've spent too
long away from my own company.

However, I hesitate to say
that I've lost the touch.

But, you see, I need fresh
ideas. Your vitality, Thea.

You're talking a merger. Vaughn
Fashions with the House of Faragere.

With an ample line of credit
from the Banque Financiere.

More money to do what
you've always wanted to do.

Raise the level,
go for a pricier market.

I'm not sure you'd
accept my terms, Claude.

Why? The creative controls
would be yours,

Paul would run
the business side,

and you'd have the
House of Faragere name.

But would you take Edmond
as an equal partner?

Yeah. I take it
the answer is no.

This may come as news
to both of you,

but Edmond's already
offered me a deal

that gives me
everything I want.

And a few incidentals
thrown into the bargain.

Gentlemen.

I knew of their affair.

It's small consolation, Paul.

But if your wife puts
her faith in Edmond,

she faces nothing
but disaster.

My stepson has contaminated
everything he's touched.

Oh! Please, come in,
Inspector.

I brought you a copy of
your statement, Mrs. Fletcher

and to tell you that
the rented tuxedo lead

provided us with an
identity for Mr. Huan.

Oh, yes!
That's the fellow.

Did you manage
to locate him?

Unfortunately, no, no.
He's a Cambodian,

detained briefly last year
for illegal entry.

And like many
Cambodians here,

he was employed in
an illicit dress factory.

Sweatshops, you Americans
call them? Sweatshops, yes.

Like the one that burned
down the other night.

Yes.
Hmm.

You know, there's a common
denominator here, Inspector.

The Faragere name in fashion,
the illegal dress factory,

which might begin to explain Mr.
Huan's involvement with Edmond Faragere.

Possibly, but I'm very troubled
by Huan's intrusion last night.

I know. I've seen the
guards outside the door.

Please be very careful
where you go, never be alone.

For J.B. Fletcher
to be killed in Paris...

I know. It would be a blow
to the honor of France.

Precisely. Besides,
I'd lose a good flic.

Oh, a cop.

Last night, you suggested that we
behave as if we were in the same family.

Well, I'm prepared
to do just that.

You're here because
you want something so badly

that you're willing
to beg for it.

Not beg, Edmond.
I'll pay.

Thea Vaughn is
not for sale.

I'm prepared to finance you in
another business of your choice.

Outside fashion, provided
it is legal and above board.

And I'll buy you out of
whatever trouble you're in here.

Thea must be even more
talented than I ever imagined.

With her
and her husband,

you'd rebuild
the House of Faragere.

I don't think
I could bear that.

Do you think I've forgotten
how you shamed me?

It was my shame, Edmond.

You stole
from our company.

Those were the lies
you spread!

The answer is no!

And Thea will stay
with me.

The allong�.

Tell them to
speed it up backstage.

We're running two minutes
behind schedule. Let's go!

Hold everything.

Just Carrie, the rest
of you can take five.

PAUL: Thea, what is it?

The crepe is boring.
I like it.

That, I'm afraid,
means very little.

I don't care how cheap
it is to produce.

It is dull, it's dreary,
it's lifeless.

Get into the Lurex gown.

PAUL: Wait a minute, damn
it! Just wait a minute.

Thea, when we
show a garment,

we are telling the buyers
that we can deliver it.

And we cannot deliver the
Lurex at a reasonable price.

If I may,
the crepe is not bad.

It has a certain chic.

But to be a true Thea Vaughn
creation, it needs some spirit.

What if I take it
more off the shoulder?

Mmm, perhaps
some ruffles.

What about
making it shorter?

PAUL: We're just
wasting time.

I could take it in
at the waist.

Jessica, what
do you think?

Sorry, Paul. Pass.

I believe I have it. The dress,
it just should have some flair.

Do you have time? Oh, yes.
Excuse me. I'll show you.

You see.
We will make it shorter,

and then I will
weight the hem.

PAUL: Look,
why complicate our lives.

We've got a nice
little crepe number

we can sell
by the thousands.

Damn it, Paul,
I have had it.

Denise, just do it.
Okay. Good.

(SCOFFS)

(DIALING)

EDMOND: Hello?

I just wanted you to know that
everything will be all right.

The showing will go on.

There will be
no difficulties.

Good, Denise.
Is everything okay?

Yeah and I appreciate
your calling.

See you, Edmond.

Here you go, Denise,
work your magic.

It will be formidable.
I promise.

No need to wait, it
will take quite a while.

I'll call you
when it is ready.

Good. I know exactly where I want
to spend the next couple hours.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Then you've made up
your mind?

Well, I can't work
with Paul anymore.

Edmond, I do want to make that
joint announcement in New York,

just as you wish.

But I must have verification
that the financing is in place.

You will have
your verification.

Together we'll be
marvelous. I promise.

Take madame home.

They'll be in New York
next week.

MAN: You can
get them here?

Yes. I have a way.

It's settled, then.

Very well. Five million,
plus or minus,

subject to an
independent assessment.

(ENGINE FALTERING)

(HORN HONKING)

(WOMAN CHATTERING IN FRENCH
ON POLICE RADIO)

We found these.
One was on the floor,

and the other one
under the body.

They are rubies,
several karats each.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I came as quickly
as I could.

Where were you at 6:30,
monsieur Faragere?

Sadly, Edmond and I had
our differences, Inspector.

But surely you can't believe I had
anything to do with my own son's murder.

Will you please
answer my question?

I was at my place
of business.

With?
I was alone!

What in hell
does that prove?

Monsieur Faragere, I haven't
accused you of anything.

I've asked you over here because
I thought you'd want to help

with our investigation,
that's all.

Mademoiselle Quinn, I know
you must be distraught,

so I'll make this
as brief as possible.

Only one or two questions.

First, will you tell me when
you were last at Edmond's house?

Um, about two weeks ago.

He had some people over
for cocktails.

And when did you
see him last?

This morning.

We had breakfast together
at my place.

(SIGHS)

Mademoiselle Quinn, you are
not an inconspicuous person.

How do you explain an
eyewitness saying that he saw you

at the rear of Edmond's
house this evening,

very near the car
in which he was murdered?

My God! I didn't kill him! I loved him!

But you saw him
with another woman

with whom he was
obviously involved.

A crime of passion.
Extenuating circumstances.

Now, a confession would make
things a lot easier for you.

I have nothing to confess.

I went back to my apartment and
I stayed there until you called.

Nevertheless,
you will not leave Paris.

I must have your passport.

Suddenly, without my passport,
Paris seems like a prison.

Well, what
the inspector did

is routine
in a situation like this.

I don't feel like anything
is routine right now.

But, I shouldn't have
run away like a child.

Maybe Edmond would have
had an explanation,

maybe he wouldn't
be dead right now.

Carrie, don't torture
yourself. It won't do any good.

Was I a fool
to fall so hard for him?

You're the only one
who can answer that, Carrie.

And it's... It's going
to take some time.

I don't see how I can
do the show tomorrow.

You know, I found in my
own experience with grief

that work is
the best medicine.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
Carrie? It's Denise.

Yes, Denise? I'm ready for the fitting.

All right.
Good-bye.

Well, it looks like I get to try
some of your medicine right away.

She says the dress is ready.

Good! Then I'll get to
see you in it tomorrow.

You will. Thanks.

Well, I'm glad
you decided to come.

You sounded rather
indefinite on the phone.

Well, let's just say I was
surprised at the invitation.

And, even more surprised

to see that you're not
in mourning.

(SCOFFS)

Now, you must know what
was between Edmond and me

was purely business.

On Edmond's part, yes.

I, um...

I don't know you
that well.

Only that you are
a remarkably talented woman

with little heart
and less conscience.

I'll take that
as a compliment.

And given that,
I'd like to reconsider

the proposal you made
Paul and me.

But where is Paul?

He's still being questioned
by the police.

But we really don't
need Paul, do we?

Ah. I see.

You'll connive,
scheme,

do whatever it takes to make
your way as a top designer.

Let's just say
I'm a pragmatist.

Indeed, you are.

And a woman
I couldn't possibly trust.

If Paul is by your side, we'll
talk again about my proposition.

Sorry I had to
bring you in tonight,

but I had to see it
on you.

Sure, I know.

Carrie.

I stopped
by your apartment...

Look, there's no question,
I could never forgive him

for taking you away
from me.

Look, Rick,
I have to change...

I just wanted to tell you that I
know that you cared a lot about him,

and I'm sorry.

You know, Rick, I'm having
a lot of nightmare thoughts.

If you're thinking
that I...

Carrie, look, I don't deny
that I hated the guy's guts,

but I didn't kill him.

Well, Denise,

we've both suffered
a loss tonight.

Strange you should
put it that way.

You were once very close.

Yes, we were.

And I have always
considered Edmond a friend.

But how dare you presume

that you and I share the
same feelings about him

when you've dedicated
yourself to destroying him?

That's a lie.

I had always hoped that one day
we'd overcome whatever difficulty...

Don't. I know all about
your latest rivalry.

Denise, I've
lost my stepson.

And eliminated a rival.

That's your grief talking.

One of the reasons I came here
tonight was to make you an offer.

DENISE: Offer?

You're very good
at what you do

and I want you as
head of production

of the new
House of Faragere.

DENISE: I have other plans.

PAUL: At triple
what you're making now.

I could never work for you,
monsieur Faragere. Never.

Now, if you will excuse me...

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

The police are
hunting for me.

They think I murdered
Edmond Faragere.

Look, Huan, I haven't
changed the way I feel.

I mean, the best thing that
you can do is to surrender.

I did not kill him!

Look, if you want me to arrange a
meeting with the inspector in charge...

No! It is you
I must see tonight.

It is urgent.
Time is running out!

All right. I will meet
with you on one condition.

Afterward,
I will surrender.

I'll be at 549 rue Marcoz.

Right.

How'd you do
with the police?

The inspector thinks I had a very
good motive for killing Edmond.

What do you think?

That you killed him.

I saw you follow me
to his apartment.

Don't really care
one way or the other.

The important thing is that
you and I keep working together.

(SCOFFING)

There's no way.

You know, I have put up with
your insults, your impossible ego,

your sleazy affairs.

But what I can't
and won't accept

is your dumping me for
another business partner.

And now, what? Now...
Now you've tried it twice?

With Edmond
and Claude Faragere?

Look, I was... (SHARPLY)
He told me exactly...

(SOFTLY) He told me
exactly what you were up to.

What is this?
"We don't really need Paul!"

No! We don't.

God, you disgust me!

We're finished!

Claude wants in
on the mass markets.

After the showing tomorrow, I'm
joining the House of Faragere.

Oh! Yes, and he has this new
designer that he wants me to meet.

Look. You're wrong,
okay? Honestly!

All wrong! We're still a winning team.

(SNORTS)

Thea, you can go
straight to hell.

Madame Fletcher,
thank you for coming.

I read in the paper
about the fire, Huan,

and your four countrymen
who were killed here.

There were no fire
extinguishers, no fire escape.

One woman who died here,
her name was Huan.

My wife.

For a while I lost my mind.

All I thought about
was killing Edmond Faragere.

He owned this place?

Huan, why did you pick me to help you?

I did not pick you,
madame Fletcher.

It was fate that picked you when you
saved me from becoming a murderer.

I need you to take my story to people
who can stop this from happening again.

Now I am ready to give
myself up, Mrs. Fletcher.

(DOOR OPENS)

Raise your hands.

You promised to surrender after you told
your story, but you haven't told all of it.

The coroner retrieved the
bullet that killed Faragere.

It came from the same gun he carried
in the showroom. Where is that gun now?

I no longer have it.
I lost it in the showroom.

You're lying!

You used it to kill Faragere when
you stole the jewels he was carrying.

I know nothing
about any jewels.

He deserved to die,
but I did not kill him.

I believe him,
Inspector.

What is this
about jewels?

We've suspected for some
time Faragere was involved

not only in the smuggling of
human beings, but also of gems.

I read about a case
recently in New York.

Asian gemstones
smuggled in from France.

We found evidence
in Faragere's car

that he was engaged
in that business.

Huan either killed Faragere for
them or he got an unexpected bonus.

You are under arrest for the
murder of Edmond Faragere.

(SNAPS FINGER)
Take him downtown.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

FEMALE ANNOUNCER ON PA: Here we have
a soft, petal-pink lam� body suit

with matching skirt, worn with a
platinum, iridescent chiffon silk cape.

Very feminine,
flirty and fabulous.

(AUDIENCE EXCLAIMING)

Next, we have our
evening glamour look.

A gentle taffeta gown with
chiffon sleeves and sheer bodice,

and burnished copper
Fortuny pleated silk,

off the shoulder again. It's
new glamour at its prettiest.

Elegance of black and white.

Iridescent silk, black
chiffon pants, tuxedo bustier,

accessorized for a night
on the town.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Color and fabric
are important this season

as in these two young, easy,
and simply accessorized outfits,

with lots of
iridescent shine and...

MAN: Let's go, ladies!
Ladies, quickly, quickly.

Move please.
Don't... Don't bump...

ANNOUNCER: Classics
are strong in the '90s,

as we see here in the splash
of color, shape and curves.

Head-to-toe glamour that's
simply perfect, simply elegant.

Next, we have a fine dressed-up
look for high-heeled wear.

Teal silk crepe with
matching chiffon shawl.

Lots of leg and the barest of
shoulders. Focus on the neckline.

Spring is near...
Excuse me, Dan.

Are you all right?

I'm going to find out.

Inspector Gautier, s'il vous
pla�t. WOMAN: One moment, please.

(THANKS IN FRENCH)

GAUTIER: Hello?

Inspector? Have you located
the murder weapon yet?

No, not yet.

Then I wonder if you could
check something for me.

Because I believe I know
who killed Edmond Faragere.

Well, please tell me who,
Mrs. Fletcher.

It's the "why"
that may surprise you.

Jessica! I thought you had left already.

I forgot something,
Denise.

May I look at that
little silk dress?

Right there.

May I?
Yes, but...

What is it, Jessica?
Yes, I'll take it.

I don't understand. The
crepe is going to New York

with the rest
of the collection.

Well, Paul said that
I could have it as a gift

for a friend that
I'm meeting in London.

That was a mistake.
Paul wouldn't say...

She's right, Denise.

I did say that she could have it. Yes.

Paul, you know, you were
absolutely correct about this dress.

I mean, after seeing it in the show,

I really prefer the way it was
originally, without the flare.

Please! It is going with the
rest of the collection, Jessica.

Why so desperate about
one single dress, Denise?

Unless, as I suspect, it has something
to do with Edmond Faragere's murder?

You are accusing me?

I hardly knew
Edmond Faragere anymore.

It's true that
we were lovers once...

On which occasion he must have
given you that very special key,

the one with number 37
engraved on it,

the number of Edmond's
house on place de la Libert�.

Carrie has a similar key,

which made me wonder why
you would have kept yours

so many years after
your affair with Edmond,

unless you still had reason
to see him on a regular basis.

Your phone record indicates you
called Edmond Faragere quite often.

Several times
this past week, in fact.

They were phone calls
between old friends.

Or business associates engaged in
one of Edmond's illicit activities,

such as smuggling jewels
from here into New York,

by means so far
undetected by the police.

Then I recalled
the rehearsal yesterday

when Carrie modeled
this crepe dress,

how skillfully you'd
put forward the idea

of adding weight
to the hem,

so that the dress would have
more spirit for the showing.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Paul?

JESSICA: I imagine
that the police will find

a wealth of other gems
in this collection.

You know, Denise, hand stitches
like these are like fingerprints.

And you can't deny that
these are your stitches.

Yes, I was transporting
stones for Edmond,

but I don't know anything
about his murder.

Madame, ballistics has
proven Edmond was killed

with the same gun that
Kim Huan accidentally fired

on the night
of the reception.

A few minutes ago my men found
that weapon in your apartment.

I smuggled for Edmond
for several years.

Usually it was one or
two stones at a time,

but now,
he needed money badly

for this venture
with madame Vaughn.

So he wanted me to move all
of these stones all at once.

I was taking
an enormous risk.

He was using me, and he
would continue to use me.

So, when the opportunity
came to acquire the gun,

I took it.

After the rehearsal,
I called Edmond.

He said that he would meet
me and give me the jewels.

We agreed on a time.

I waited for him to come out of
his apartment and get into his car.

And then I shot him.

(HORN HONKING)

I knew who he dealt with in New York.

No questions
would be asked.

I would have all the
money, not just the fee.

I took the jewels and hurried
back here before anyone missed me.

With those, I thought perhaps
I could enjoy my life again.

Weren't you enjoying
life, Denise?

Come to think of it,
I suppose I was.

Au revoir, Inspector.

Well, Huan is going to be
a government witness

in a probe
of the sweat shops.

It's about time.

Jessica! Where in the
dickens are you going?

I've set a giant
press conference!

Oh, I'm sorry, Dan. But
I really must get home.

Here are the galleys, and
our plane leaves in one hour.

We're on
the same flight.

I can hardly wait. I haven't
seen my dad in five years.

He's got everything
arranged,

I'm gonna paint the barn
and wash the dog.

RICK: And then?

And then back here for covers
of Elle and La Femme Aujourd'hui.

Hmm. Who's
your photographer?

Oh, well,
they'll pick someone.

Oh, Carrie,
don't be cruel.

I heard her tell her agent
that she absolutely insists

on the what's-his-name who did
the cover for her Paris Mode.

(LAUGHING)
That's my girl!