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[screams]

-and have made it look like
Jean's death was a mistake.

-I would never typecast
you as a detective.

-I've been in love with
you all my life.

-Are you insane?

-I'm afraid she's dead.

-I'm sorry.

-If Charles ever found out
I took that money--

-Unless, of course, maybe
he's a blackmailer.

-Whose bedroom did you
pry into this time?

-I'm here to arrest you for
the murder of Jean Davis.

[music playing]

-Ah!

[music playing]

-Darn, missed him.

[laughter and applause]

-Cut!

-I don't own the
studio anymore!

-Come in for a closeup.

-Jean?

Jean?

Where's Jean?

Where's Jean?

She was here a few
minutes ago.

-Look who's here.

-Are they inside?

-Yes.

-Thanks, Bob.

-OK.

-Oh, happy birthday, darling.

-Save it for tonight.

-I want you to know I have
everything arranged.

I've completely organized
your birthday.

-You're such a good
social secretary.

-Right you are.

Now you have to be at the
Beverly Bookstore every night

this week for an autograph
session, so--

-So when I get home, I
want the candles all

lit, my dinner waiting--

-And your hostess likewise.

-Just don't let the wicked
witch hold you up.

Remember, tonight is
your night off, and

our night on -Jean?

Jean?

Oh, Jerry.

I didn't know you
were in town.

-Had to rush home, do some local
promotion, my new book.

-Oh, another book?

Who's bedroom did you
pry into this time?

-Just a collection of some of
my old movie columns, Nora.

-Ah, Jean, dear, thanks
for bringing him here.

Now would you run along and tell
the director that it's

too late to try for my closeup?

-Yes.

It's nice to you again.

-Right.

So long, Jean.

-All right, why are you here?

-Why, to see you,
of course, Nora.

See if you've given my little
proposition any more thought.

-I have.

I've decided to write
my own biography.

Goodbye, Mr. Parks.

-Well.

I understand there's a big
gathering of studio

brass coming up.

Real estate developers,
TV moguls.

All the hucksters.

-Oh, come on, Jerry,
get to the point.

-Nora, while I was in New York,
I did some more research

on my book about
you, remember?

Aren't you going
to pour me one?

-Buy your own.

-Thank you.

And I finally managed to dig
up some hidden accounts on

that last picture you
made in Italy.

That bomb you didn't lose a
penny on, but the studio lost

$2 million.

-I'm afraid I'm just too tired
to talk right now, if you

don't mind.

-Sure.

I won't bore you with details.

But I also understand that the
biggest brass of them all is

arriving here tonight,
isn't he?

Mr. Conglomerate himself?

Frank Simmons.

And I got to thinking, with all
the trouble you're having

with the studio right now,
wouldn't they just love some

ammunition?

Wouldn't Simmons just love to
hear how one little has-been

movie queen managed to--

fix the books and
out swindle him?

I'm not going to write any
of it, you understand.

I'm on your side.

Oh, I know how much all of
this means to you, Nora.

I understand.

-How much do you want?

-Just a reasonable amount for
my research, that's all.

For my time.

-All right.

I'll call you first thing
in the morning.

-Right.

Too-da-loo.

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

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-Nora?

You changed already?

The director said
that he wanted--

-What have you been telling
Jerry Parks?

-What?

Nothing, really!

-Don't lie to me.

Don't you know he's a
blackmailing, smut peddling--

-No!

-You think he likes you.

-Nora, I simply won't
listen to you!

-Oh, yes you will!

-No, I won't!

He loves me.

He's asked me to marry him.

-He what!

-It's true.

-Well, when did all
this happen?

-We saw a lot of each other
before the trip to New York,

the last one.

He's been writing to me.

He asked me in his letter
day before yesterday.

I--

I--

I was going to wait to tell
you for a while but--

-And you believed him.

-Oh, please, Nora.

-You really think that creep
is a prince in disguise.

-Stop it!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I--

-So am I.

-I didn't mean to--

Nora, I've never told him
anything about you.

And he's never asked,
not once.

It's not the way you think.

Oh, I would never do anything
to hurt you, or let him.

-Now look, that's enough,
that's enough.

I'm the one that should
be apologizing to you.

I just didn't understand.

I didn't--

I didn't understand how deeply
you felt about him.

All right, we'll
just forget it.

And it's 6 o'clock, and you
have errands to run.

It's a very long list,
I'm afraid.

-What?

-Well, you've got my
dress to pick up.

That's urgent, of course.

And there's--

-I was sort of planning
tonight to-- to--

-Oh, oh.

Ah, you were going to take that
Dorothy what's her name

to the concert, isn't that
what you told me?

-Well, yes.

But I--

I'll never get through all this
before 9 or 10 o'clock.

-I'm sorry.

[sobbing]

I just--

I don't know what it is.

I--

I suppose that we've been
together so many years.

I just can't stand the thought
of losing you.

Now look, you never mind how
I feel about Jerry Parks.

Now, I'll get rid
of that somehow.

-He does admire you.

Truly he does, Nora.

-Oh, yeah, of course.

Who doesn't?

Now darling, you will of those
errands for me, won't you?

I'm sure poor Dorothy won't mind
missing another concert.

-All right.

I--

I guess I can.

I--

I am sorry about everything.

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[horn honking]

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-Could I change my
order to lobster?

-It's a little late for that.

-[laughing]

No, no, no.

Darling, whatever you like.

You have can have whatever
you wish.

-Lobsters in Boston,
absolutely divine.

I never tasted anything
so good.

-Boston.

I'll never forget that night.

-When were you in
Boston, Nora?

-Last month when
I invited her.

-I didn't realize you two
knew each other so well.

-Mr. Fallon, before I bought
your studio, I made a personal

inventory of all of
your property.

-Pardon me for interrupting.

Miss Chandler, may I see
you a moment, please?

-If somebody wants an autograph,
just sign it

yourself, Joe.

-What is it, Joe?

-Gentleman to see you.

Said it's rather urgent.

-Oh, all right.

Excuse me.

-Don't be long.

-No, no.

So, how have you been?

-Fine.

-Miss Chandler we've been
trying to reach you.

I'm afraid there's been
a pretty bad accident.

-What?

-There was an explosion and fire
at the house of a friend

of yours, Mr. Jerry Parks.

-Oh, no!

But why come to me?

I mean, Mr. Parks isn't
particularly a fr--

-You tell her yet?

-Nora, it's Jean.

-Jean?

Miss Jean Davis, ma'am.

She was alone in Mr.
Park's car, and--

well, I'm--

I'm afraid she's dead.

-You're a little late.

-Yeah, I know.

I got tied up on the freeway.

-The stunt cars are up
on the back lot.

Go up this street,
make a left.

It's straight up the hill.

Right, OK, yeah--

-Excuse, me.

Officer?

Officer?

-What is it?

-I don't know anything
about any stunt cars.

I'm here to see Miss Chandler.

-This isn't for the demolition
derby sequence?

-I'm here on official
business, sir.

I thought you saw my police
sticker on the windshield.

-What sticker?

-That sticker.

-Right, right, OK.

-What happened to my sticker?

-Yeah, I'll tell him
when she comes in.

-Someone took my sticker!

-Mister, either state your
business or get out.

You're holding up the traffic.

-I had the sticker
this morning.

[car honking]

-Oh!

Yeah, uh, Lieutenant Columbo,
police department.

I'm here to see Miss Chandler.

-OK, Lieutenant.

Her bungalow is right
up the street.

Make a right, you
can't miss it.

-All right, OK.

-Hey, Lieutenant, did you ever
think of getting another car?

-Yeah, but I got another car.

[engine cranking]

-My wife drives it.

Of course, it's nothing
special.

Just for transportation.

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-OK, I'll tell him you can't
work until the doc--

what do you want?

-I understand this is where
Miss Nora Chand--

-No, she can't see anybody
right now.

-My office called.

I'm from the police.

Lieutenant Columbo.

-All right.

There's a-- there's
a Lieutenant--

Lieutenant Columbo?

From the police.

SIMMONS [OFF SCREEN]: All
right, all right.

I'll take care of it.

-This gentlemen will
take care of you.

-You're the police?

-Uh, yes, sir.

-All right, now.

Miss Chandler had to be
hospitalized last night, you

know.

-I'm terribly sorry
to hear that--

-I'm sure that there's very
little you have to

bother her with now.

The Davis girl was her secretary
and constant

companion for 18 years.

-I wouldn't do anything
to upset her, sir.

-So you can imagine the kind of
shock that Miss Chandler's

experiencing.

-Fully, sir.

-So you get out quickly,
you understand?

-Fully, sir.

CHANDLER [OFF SCREEN]: Frank?

Please, it's all right.

I want to see him

-Good girl.

See you at 2:00.

Make it quick.

Don't lean on her, or you'll
have to answer to me

personally.

You understand?

Go on in.

-Please, come on in.

-Oh.

Yeah.

Um--

-What's the matter,
Lieutenant?

Are you all right?

-No, it's just that--

you know, Miss Chandler, if
anybody ever told me I'd be

standing here, I mean, right
face to face with you?

I mean, I've been in love
with you all my life.

-I know.

You never expected
to meet a legend.

-Would you do me a favor?

Would you call my wife?

Just say hello.

It'd give her a tremendous
thrill.

I mean, she saw every picture
you've ever been in ever since

she was a kid.

I mean, ever since
high school.

-I know how long ago that
was, Lieutenant.

It's right there.

-Thank you very much.

Just take a minute.

She'll get a big
bang out of it.

It's me, put her on.

Where is she?

Went to get fish.

When she comes back in the
house, tell her not to leave.

Now don't hang up.

I'll be right back.

Say hello to my brother-in-law.

His name is George.

Just say, "Hello, George."

-Hello George.

-Guess who that was.

What do you mean
you don't know?

Don't you go to the movies?

What are you, a moron?

-Hello, George.

This is Nora Chandler.

How are you?

-Ask him how tall he is.

-George, how tall are you?

-Sorry, George, I got to run.

-You're terrific.

-Ah, thank you.

We try.

Now what else can
I do for you?

-Well, as a matter of fact,
ma'am, I would like to ask you

a few questions, if
you don't mind.

-Oh, of course not.

Why don't, uh-- why don't
we go out on the lanai?

-Oh, certainly.

Boy right here in the middle
of a huge movie studio.

This is like a regular house.

Do you live here?

-Um-hm.

When I'm filming.

It originally was built for me
when I was a child actress.

-I saw those pictures
too, on television.

The ones where you were dancing,
wonderful pictures.

Why don't they make them
like that anymore,

without all that violence?

-Lieutenant, you
said you wanted

to ask me some questions.

You see, I hardly remember what

happened last night myself.

It's still a blur.

-Must've been a terrible
shock to you.

That Miss Davis was very
close, I guess, huh?

-Very close.

-I'll tell you why I'm here.

It's because the arson squad
is investigating that fire

that trapped her in
Mr. Park's car.

-Arson?

-They're not sure yet.

Could be nothing.

But the neighbor, he's the
one who called the fire

department.

He said he saw something that
looked like an explosion.

-Oh?

What else did he see?

-Who?

Oh, the neighbor?

Nothing, I guess.

Say, your husband was just
a little guy, wasn't he?

-Al Cumberland practically built
this studio, in case you

didn't know.

-No, I meant short.

I mean, I always figured
he was tall.

Like you, Miss Chandler.

I always thought
you were tall.

I thought everybody in
the movies was tall.

I notice he was a big man
in the Shriner's, too.

Now that's something
I know about.

That's a double eagle ring,
Scottish Rite, 32 degrees.

I had an uncle that
played bagpipes in

the Shriner's band.

He couldn't play a note, but
nobody could tell the

difference.

When was this picture taken?

-As a matter of fact, that was
taken the day before he died.

Uh, Lieutenant, do you mind?

I really am very tired.

Would you mind coming
to the point?

I'd like to know about Jean.

[phone ringing]

-Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes, yes.

There is a lieutenant here--

from which office?

Oh, yes, of course.

It's for you.

-Ma'am, please excuse me.

I'm terribly sorry.

-It's all right.

-Yeah?

Look, don't bother me now.

Yeah.

Oh.

Right away.

Ma'am, uh, please excuse me.

-Oh, no no.

That's quite all right.

-What a lovely garden, fountain
and everything.

Hard to believe this exists
right in the middle of the

studio.

-Yes.

You know, that fountain was part
of a set of a picture I

made a long time ago, called
"Sarah Goes To College."

-Can I have a memento?

Not for me, for my wife.

She loves mementos.

-Certainly.

-Every time we go into
a fancy restaurant,

she steals an ashtray.

But for me, it's embarrassing
in my line of work.

-Ah, but your work, according
to that caller,

is homicide, correct?

-Yeah, that's true.

Can you imagine the
embarrassment if

she ever got caught?

-But surely--

Lieutenant, surely they
don't think Jean was

murdered, do they?

-You know, I'm having such a
good time here, I keep getting

sidetracked.

Miss Chandler, would you mind
coming for a ride with me down

to police headquarters?

[music playing]

-Sorry if it's a bit
dusty in there.

-Oh, that's quite all
right, Lieutenant.

-I didn't get a chance
to wash it.

I've been very busy
this past week.

-Yes.

-Uh, Jeffries, you
got everything?

-Yes, sir.

-Oh--

is that--

-Yes.

Yes, that's Mr. Parks's car.

Don't look at it, don't
look at it.

-Mr. Parks says he--

-Just a minute.

Are you all right?

-I'm fine.

-You're sure?

-I guess.

-All right.

-Mr. Parks says that he and Miss
Davis traded cars last

night a little after 7:00.

-Traded?

-A boy in a bookstore
confirmed it, sir.

Heard Miss Davis say that she
just had to run an errand, and

then she was going to go on out
to Parks's house to wait

for him.

-I--

I don't understand
any of this.

Jean was just running errands
for me last night.

-Is this your handwriting,
ma'am?

-Yes.

Yes, that's the list
I wrote for her.

Where did you find it?

-Mr. Parks give it
to us, ma'am.

It was in her car, the one
he drove out to his house

[inaudible]

while she was supposed
to be getting their

little party ready.

Only, of course--

-Their little party!

Oh, I don't believe it.

She barely knew Mr. Parks.

He's lying to you.

-Not entirely, ma'am.

You see, Miss Davis did
have a flat tire.

Which one was it?

-Left rear, flat tire.

-What?

-Parks got the boy in
the bookstore to

change it for him.

-Uh, Miss Chandler, I'm afraid
Mr. Parks claims your

secretary had a date with
him last night.

But when she got down to the
where he was, she was all

upset because you'd given her
those errands to run.

Well, he said it wasn't too hard
to talk her into skipping

the errands, except
for the dress?

-Poor little Jean.

She never could make
up her own mind.

-Anyway, when they went
outside, her car

had this flat tire.

-Oh!

Oh, so that's why they
traded cars.

And then she drove off--

if I'd only known.

If I'd had any idea!

-There, there.

-I'm sorry.

-There, there.

It's all right.

[crying]

-All right, boys, let's get
this flat tire carefully

checked, now.

The valve stem and the nail,
or whatever did it.

I mean, that might
be a slow leak.

You never know about that.

Could we have this area
cleared here, please?

-[CRYING] Please?

I--

I want to go home.

[horn honking]

-I guess you can see now, ma'am,
why we need your help.

It's apparent that it was just
by accident that they traded

cars last night.

So a murderer, if he had his
plans set to set a fire, would

have no way of knowing that.

-A murderer!

-Yes, ma'am.

So what we have to do now is
look for somebody who wanted

to kill Jerry Parks.

[music playing]

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-You understand, Miss Chandler,
the only reason your

poor secretary is dead is
because somebody made a

terrible mistake last night.

[music playing]

-Mistake?

Of course it occurred
to me, Lieutenant.

-You see, Miss Chandler just
couldn't think of anybody who

might have wanted to
hurt Jean Davis.

-But maybe 1,000 who hate
my guts, right?

-Oh, no, sir, no.

Never said anything like that.

-Look, nobody's even proved
there was arson here yet.

So until they do--

-Sir?

They sorta have.

You see that empty
gas can he's got?

Well, you've been away for
a while, haven't you?

-Um-hm.

-Well, he just found that on
the side of the hill there.

You told these people that you
never store extra gasoline

here, didn't you?

-That's right, yeah.

-And they found another one back
here in those bushes by

the swimming pool, and scorch
marks from there, from that

bush, right back here
to the garage.

Boy, this is a terrific view
you have here, sir.

-Meaning what, exactly?

-Well, that could mean that, uh,
somebody used gasoline to

start the fire.

You see, our laboratory says
that that car's gas tank just

couldn't have blown up first.

The worst burning was outside,
from underneath.

-All right.

Maybe it was a crank.

I don't know who it was.

That's your department,
Lieutenant.

-Yes, sir, it is.

-You're right about that.

Now if you'll excuse me.

-Oh, Mr. Parks!

-Yes?

-Uh, may I use you're
telephone?

-Certainly.

-There you are, Lieutenant.

-Thank you very much.

Boy, they're really
impressive.

You must know a lot
of celebrities.

-Did she sign that personally?

-Yes, she did, Lieutenant.

-May I ask you something, as one
professional to another?

-Well, I wouldn't dream
of trying to stop you.

-Writers fascinate me.

I don't know how you do it.

Where do they get their ideas?

That fascinates me.

Where you get your ideas?

-But I'm not that
kind of writer.

I'm really a reporter.

-Ah.

I see what you mean.

Hmm.

Well, I guess a writer like you
has to collect everything,

doesn't he?

-What's that supposed to mean?

-I never read any
of your books.

No offense, sir.

But my brother-in-law, he's
got one or two around the

house, and boy, how do you
manage to collect all those

things about all those
famous people?

-Gossip, that's all.

I keep my ears open.

-Well listen, I suppose you do
it the same way we do it.

You listen to an informant,
maybe you pay off a servant

here and there, get next
to an employee.

-Like somebody's secretary,
is that what

you're trying to suggest?

-No, sir.

-Well, get this straight,
Columbo.

I don't know what Nora told
you, but I was seeing Jean

Davis because I was
very fond of her.

-Certainly, sir.

I'm sorry.

I certainly didn't mean
to imply that at all.

No, no, no, not at all.

No, I guess I was just wondering
if you had a file

here on Nora Chandler,
and-- of course, I'd

never ask to see it.

I would never do that
without a subpoena.

-Be my guest, Columbo.

Dig in there.

Learn the truth about
Hollywood's most idyllic

marriage, about Nora's secret
fights with her husband, about

Al Cumberland's famous
casting couch.

-Oh, casting couch.

Yes, I've heard of that term.

-Read how he left her in tears
at the studio on that lovely

summer weekend and went fishing
at Malibu where he

went floating off into his
drunken sunset forever.

-That's not new.

You can see that in any
old police file.

-Of course, and in
every newspaper.

Why, that was 12 years
ago, practically

ancient history by now.

I don't think I've written
a word about Nora since.

Why would I?

Who cares about an aging actress
sliding downhill?

-Listen, she's still pretty
important on TV, and on the

late, late show.

I don't miss a picture
she's in.

However, that's another story.

Let me say this.

You'll never know how relieved I
am to find out that there is

no scandal connected
with Nora Chandler.

I mean, the shock that
I felt when I saw her

name on this file.

Believe me, listen.

I remember this woman when she
was 17-- don't ask me the name

of the picture--

played a teenager,
17 years old.

Gets married the same night she
graduates from high school

to an older man, and the
guy didn't love her.

-Relax, Lieutenant.

Take my word that Nora Chandler
and I are very, very

good friends.

-Good, I'm pleased
to hear that.

Now we get down to business.

We'll go looking into some of
these other people that you've

been collecting information
on.

[phone ringing]

-Excuse me.

Hello?

Who?

PARKS [OFFSCREEN]: Oh,
I'm very sorry.

I'm afraid you've got
the wrong number.

-Would you mind dialing again?

Quite all right, no
trouble at all.

-You see, Lieutenant, famous
people don't mind being

gossiped about.

They thrive on my little
publicity.

-Well, one sure didn't.

I mean, if someone tried
to kill you last night.

-You think they'll try
to kill me again?

Nonsense.

Whoever he is must be scared
to death right

now, don't you think?

You know, I'm sorry,
Lieutenant.

I've have things to do.

-Oh, forgive me.

I understand.

Sorry.

Why do you keep saying "he?"

-Hmm?

-About the person who made
that mistake last night.

-Well, it's perfectly
natural, isn't it?

You say "murder," I say "he."
Male chauvinist at heart.

-I guess you're right.

You know, it's sorta
like if, uh--

that was a woman who just
called you on the

phone, wasn't it?

Because I notice when a man
calls and he gets the wrong

number, I just say sorry,
wrong number,

something like that.

Only when it's a woman, well,
I guess it's just natural to

be more polite.

You see what I mean?

-I'll try.

You know, I'm terribly sorry,
but I have writing to do.

Oh, Lieutenant, I thought you
wanted to use the phone?

-Yeah, but I was just going
to call my wife, and she's

probably still talking
[inaudible].

[music playing]

[music playing]

-Hello?

Nora.

Hi, doll.

I was wondering if you
wouldn't try to get

in touch with me.

[music playing]

[music playing]

-Oh, just leave it
right there.

I won't be a moment.

-Well, you certainly
got here on time.

Good old Nora, never
a wasted motion.

Com on in here, I'll
buy you a drink.

-No, no.

Someone will recognize me.

Look, what, uh, what
about over there?

Come on.

-Nora, dear, I can't tell
you how badly I feel.

-Spare me your grief
stricken act.

It's not one of my favorites.

[music playing]

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-Now what have you
told the police?

-What is there to tell?

That you tried to kill me?

That would be like disposing
of the goose who owes me a

golden egg, don't you think?

-Oh, I had nothing to do with
it, not that I wouldn't be

delighted.

-Oh, of course not.

I could hardly believe
it myself.

Oh, you might have wanted
to maim me a little.

Never mind about that.

The point is, what will Mr.
Simmons and the other studio

people believe?

To say nothing of that
persistent police lieutenant.

-You mean if, uh--

if I don't pay you what you
want to keep quiet?

-Oh, pay me about
10 times what I

would've asked for before.

I'm sure you understand, Nora,
if they ever suspected your

lovely motive for wanting
me out of the way--

-Well, I certainly know you need
the money, the way you

cried to Jean in that letter the
other day about how your

former wives attach every
penny you earn.

-Where did you get this?

-From a copying machine.

I made copies of every letter
you wrote from New York.

Jean never knew, of course.

Oh, that proposal.

That was a classic.

[MOCKING] Darling, as I
lie here awake, I--

-Careful, Nora.

-The head of the studio mail
room is one of my dearest and

oldest friends.

You're not going
to get a cent.

Suppose the police knew about
your motives for committing

murder last night.

-My what!

-Oh, you could have arranged
it very easily,

now, couldn't you?

Yes, and, uh-- and have made it
look like Jean's death was

a mistake.

-Are you insane?

-What happened!

Did she finally realize why you
were interested in her?

Oh, I knew she was making
withdrawals from savings, and

I gathered from the letters you
were quote, "borrowing"

from her heavily.

Did she catch on?

-Nora, stop this!

You know it just isn't true.

I was not after Jean's money!

-I don't know whether
it's true or not.

But the point is, what will
the police think?

You've used so many
women before.

-Miss Chandler, I sure didn't
expect to find you here.

I mean, not with--

-Well, I--

I was just on my way to an
appointment, and ran into Mr.

Parks here.

-Oh.

Well, it was really
you I came to see.

Only, then I noticed your car
was parked there in the--

-Columbo, did you follow me?

-Oh, no sir, no.

No.

Not at all, sir, no.

You see, what happened was the
arson investigator said you

kind of left in a hurry, and I
thought you were going to be

busy writing.

-I decided it could wait.

You know, Columbo, I don't enjoy
being watched, and I

certainly don't need
police protection.

-Don't be so certain
about that, sir.

That's what I came
to tell you.

We just located another neighbor
of yours, and he

remembers almost being hit by
a car tearing down that road

in back of your place last
night, and it was

just after the fire.

-Uh, what kind of car was it?

-Oh, nothing fancy.

You know, not like you
movie people drive.

No, it was just a small, dark,
American compact car.

I'm afraid he didn't
notice the driver.

So you see, I thought that maybe
by now, you'd have come

up with somebody that you
think wants to harm you.

Because sir, that's what
this thing looks

like, more and more.

-No.

No, I can't think of a single
person yet, Lieutenant.

-Oh.

Gee, that's too bad, because I
thought maybe that's why you

two were getting together.

-Oh, no, no.

We were just talking
about Jean.

-Oh.

Yeah, I noticed you
look very upset.

Um--

but I thought, Miss Chandler,
that you didn't

approve of Mr. Parks.

And sir, quite frankly, some
of the things that you said

about--

-Oh!

---would indicate to me that--

-You just don't understand show
business, Lieutenant.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
an appointment with some

very important financial
people.

You see, Hollywood is fighting
for survival, Lieutenant.

-You know, Lieutenant,
she's so right.

Her dear, departed husband
would be spinning in his

grave, if he had one.

-Ma'am!

Ma'am?

-Oh, I'm sorry, we just can't
help you now, neither one of

us can help you now.

-There, you see that?

Millions of people
still love her.

-I really don't know what
you're talking about,

Sergeant.

-Don't misunderstand me, I
haven't officially accused you

of anything.

But it seems to me you could
have put your husband's body

in the car, driven it off,
and ditched it somewhere!

-I--

I really don't understand
you Sergeant, or your

insinuations, or--

or whoever wrote this.

I can't remember
the next line.

-All right, cut it.

Honey, what's the matter?

-Well, it's so ridiculous!

She just sits there while this
policeman all but puts

handcuffs on me.

-Nora, Nora, look.

I've got to go with
the script, dear.

It's television.

-I know.

-Now, I know it's only been
two days since the--

-No, no no.

It's all right.

-Quiet back there, please!

-Let's, uh-- let's
do it again.

-Easy, honey, you're uptight.

Will you just easy?

-Yeah, I'll cool it.

-Karen?

All right.

[beep]

-Get ready.

-Go ahead.

-Roll it, please.

-And, action.

-I really don't know
what you're

talking about, Sergeant.

-Don't misunderstand me, but I
haven't officially accused you

of anything!

But it would seem to me that
you could have put your

husband's--

-Quiet down!

-Cut it.

Cut it.

Wait, wait, cut it.

-I'm sorry, Sid.

-You forgot the cue.

-I'm sorry.

Look, do you mind if I just
walk around a bit.

-Terry, kill 'em all.

-Cut!

-I'm sorry, I hope I didn't
spoil anything.

-Well, hello.

-No.

No, no.

I--

I like to take a break now and
again, and I was just going

over this section
of the scene.

-Please, don't let
me interrupt.

-Oh, no, no.

Not at all.

What are-- what are you doing
here, Lieutenant?

-Oh, I'm just, uh, talking to
all sorts of people here on

the lot, finding
out what I can.

This is fascinating.

You know, as long as I've been
in Los Angeles, this is the

first time I've ever been
on a move studio.

-Oh.

-It's true.

14 years, never been
here before.

-I thought you were supposed to
be looking for Jean Davis's

killer.

-Uh, yes, ma'am.

Well, it's not easy.

You see, I found out that almost
nobody liked this guy,

Jerry Parks Some people
really hate him.

Only he still won't help
us with any suspects.

I don't understand why.

Do you?

-Of course not.

Why would I?

-Um, unless of course maybe
he's a blackmailer.

You don't think that's
a possibility?

-[LAUGHING] A what?

Oh, really, Lieutenant!

-I realize I'm just guessing.

Only it's funny, there are a lot
of people that just won't

talk about it.

I thought that was maybe
because he had

something on 'em.

I'm not sure.

What do you think?

-I think you're wasting
your time, Lieutenant.

-Well, you know, it always takes
a long time to figure

out what really happened,
but this case--

this case is particularly
difficult.

-I wonder if you'd excuse me.

I really am holding up--

-Remember the tire?

Miss Davis's tire?

We found out the car had
been serviced that day.

They couldn't even
find the nail.

We're still trying to
figure that out.

They even took the tire,
they put it in a tub

of water, and, uh--

-Miss Chandler.

-Well, it sounds very
important, darling.

Don't get wet.

-One other thing that
I find out.

The American compact?

You know, the one that the
neighbor, he saw tearing away

right after the fire?

-Oh, yeah?

-Well, I noticed 20 cars
just like that parked

right here on the lot.

-I--

I don't understand.

-Now, what I discovered was
studio regulations.

You see, if you park a car near
a sound stage, you have

to leave the keys inside.

And these crew members, they
work late, so almost anybody

will notice that Mr. Parks
came back from New York.

They could've taken one of those
cars and gone right up

to his house.

-We're ready, Miss Chandler.

-Makeup!

-My, my.

Aren't we perspiring.

-Terrific person, isn't she?

-She sure is.

-Huh?

-Sure is.

-Tell me about these
movie stars.

What do they do?

They drink a lot?

-Oh, not her.

-No?

-No.

-What's in the thermos?

-This?

I just keep this in
case she needs it.

She only takes a drink when
she's under the pressure.

You know what I mean.

-Oh.

I know you're busy, but if you
could give me 10 minutes, I'd

appreciate it.

-Of course.

-Ralph?

-So I'd rather have you taking
up my time than holding up

their schedule in there.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize--

-What is this you
want to know?

-Um, well, you know, I keep
hearing their stories about

Miss Chandler having some sort
of trouble with the studio.

-[LAUGHING] When hasn't she?

Ever since she inherited a big
piece of it from her husband.

But Nora made the mistake of
sinking most of her money into

her own films, one bomb after
another, sorry to say.

-Well, you know, I kind
of enjoy them.

I know what you're talking
about, there, right there.

That's the current problem,
Nora's half acre.

-Her cottage?

-Al Cumberland gave it to her
before they were even married,

but by 12 years ago, when
Cumberland's fishing boat was

found smashed up in the surf
out at Malibu, the movie

business was already
on the rocks.

By the time the court declared
him dead, this studio was near

bankruptcy.

-I don't understand.

What does this have
to do with--

-Cumberland gave her title to
that property, Lieutenant, and

she won't sell no matter
how much we offer.

I know it's about all she's got
left, but she still won't

sell.

-Gee, you know, in a way,
I don't blame her.

I mean, it must have real
sentimental value to her.

-Right in the middle of the most
valuable piece of real

estate in Southern California.

How do you think we're going to
put this place back on its

feet, anyway?

By subdividing it.

But there she sits, holding up
every sensible development

plan we've got.

We even tried to buy off
that back part which

she rarely even uses.

Wouldn't even sell that.

-Well, maybe sometime she'll
change her mind.

-Yeah, when Hell freezes over,
or some genius upstairs finds

a way so we can legally
blast her out of here.

Actors, Lieutenant.

Take my advice, avoid actors.

They'll kill you.

-Well, thanks, Mr. Fallon.

I'll be sure to tell your boss I
appreciate your hospitality.

-I am the boss.

-Oh, gee.

You know, it never
occurred to me.

I mean, anybody so young.

-It's all right.

I would never typecast you
as a detective, either.

[music playing]

[music playing]

-Well, I certainly am impressed,
sir, the way you

handle your inventory.

You handle it the same way we
handle a piece of evidence.

-Yeah, we have to, Lieutenant.

If the script calls for a
shrunken head or a Ming llama,

we have to know right where we
can lay our hands on it.

-Fascinating.

I only wish we could locate
things as quick and as easy as

you people do.

-Glad to help you.

-Thank you very much.

-Lieutenant Columbo!

I've been looking all
over for you.

-See that?

Track me down just like that.

Thank you again.

What's on your mind, sir?

-Miss Chandler wants to see you
in Edith Head's office.

It's just down here around
the corner, sir.

[music playing]

-Here we are.

Right through that door there.

She ought to be there by now.

Oh, Lieutenant, she said
it was urgent.

-Hey, Lieutenant, stop ogling
those girls and come in here.

-Ah.

Listen, uh--

-Take a look at this.

Have you ever seen such
beading in your life?

Feel it.

Look how heavy it is.

Can you imagine walking
around in that?

Look.

A little overdressed for
this time of the day.

Huh?

What do you think?

-Uh--

-You couldn't care less.

Edith is designing a whole
new wardrobe for me.

Oh, Edith?

This is Lieutenant Columbo.

-How do you do?

-Edith Head.

-How do you do?

-Which of these do you
think would be

better for the new scene?

This one or this one.

-No, I like this one.

I'm wedded to it, but I
don't like the red.

I think this would
be a lot better.

-[inaudible] use it
in this fabric?

-I think it'll work
just as well.

Are you still wearing
that tie?

Do you know, ever since I met
you, you've been wearing this

stupid thing?

Edith, haven't you got a
decent tie around here?

-Of course I have.

-Let's get this off.

-Is she the one I see on
the Academy Awards?

-Yeah.

-What's her name?

-Edith Head.

-Edith Head.

Those are her Oscars?

-Yeah.

Aren't they fantastic?

-She won these?

-Yeah.

Lieutenant, I've been
lying to you.

-About what?

-About Jerry Parks and me.

Remember when you found us
together yesterday, and I said

we were just talking
about Jean?

-Yes.

-Well, Jerry Parks
has some awful--

awful stuff on me.

He has research records in his
files, and I didn't want him

to tell anyone.

-How would this one do?

-Oh, that's perfect.

Oh, yeah, too much.

Yeah.

-Thank you.

-Oh, Edie, would you, uh--

would you bring in that
ombre chiffon?

I'd love to look at it.

-The one from the dress?

-Yeah.

Thank you, darling.

See, that was wrong
of me, wasn't it?

I mean, for Jean's sake--

for Jean's sake, you ought
to know everything.

Stop wasting your time around
here, and start looking in the

right places for whoever
it was that was

responsible for her death.

-Well, what sort of things does
Mr. Parks have on you?

-Oh, I want to show
you all of it.

The whole truth, right
out in the open.

Listen, listen, can you get a
court order and make that man

show you his files?

-Well, I guess I can.

[door opening]

-Oh, isn't this beautiful.

-Here it is.

-Oh, yes, that's it.

-Isn't that lovely?

-Gorgeous yeah.

Don't you love it?

-Yes.

-I think it's perfect, dear.

No question.

Thank you so much.

Yeah.

Divine.

-Well, with that, I guess you
better do what you have to do.

-Yeah, I was just
thinking, um--

I've got an anniversary
coming up next week.

I wonder if I could have that
back and save this for a

special occasion?

-Sure, here.

Now why don't you get your wife
to take you on a shopping

tour for your anniversary,
huh?

Take a look at some suits,
some shirts, slacks.

socks, shoes.

-Are you sure you
want to do this?

-Yeah, I'm sure.

Hey, look at some raincoats
while you're at it.

-Casting couches, gossip,
a rehash of the old Al

Cumberland story.

Who gives a damn about
any of that?

-All right, Jerry,
where is it?

-Where is what?

-The new entries, the
Italian movie.

-Nora, what are you
trying to--

-Where is it!

-Are you out of your mind?

-Show him.

-Do you realize what--

-Make him show them.

-I don't believe you.

-Make him show them!

-Well, I guess you
better show us.

-Well, I certainly
never intended to

let anybody see this.

-I don't care what
happens to me.

Finding Jean's killer is all
that interests any of us at

this point.

-All right.

Here you are.

-Lieutenant.

Those are ledger sheets.

-Yes, ma'am.

-Can you read a budget?

-No, ma'am.

-Well, I'll cut to
the bottom line.

The production manager was an
old, old friend, and in order

to save my own skin, we made
the studio lose $2 million.

-You mean you deliberately
falsified--

-Absolutely.

The word is "swindled,"
Lieutenant.

Are you sure you want
to reveal this?

-Yes.

-It's just what Mr. Fallon
is looking for.

-I know, I know.

-Mr. Simmons--

[coughing]

Miss Chandler has voluntarily
disclosed--

-What are you doing?

Just a moment.

That is evidence!

-No, that is not evidence.

My company owns Mr. Fallon's
company, Lieutenant, and I

already know all about this.

-Wait.

Just give me a minute.

You already knew about this?

And you don't care
about this money?

I don't understand.

-Well, of course I care about
$2 million, but, well, Nora

and I have talked the whole
thing over, and we've reached

an understanding.

-Oh.

Well, that must be a big
relief to you, ma'am.

But when did this--

-10 days.

10 days ago.

She told me the whole thing.

-10 days ago?

-Yes.

And if you have any further
blackmail you'd like to

perpetrate on--

-Just a minute, Mr. Simmons.

I'd like to remind you that
blackmail is still illegal.

You have to be able to
prove that before

you can say it again.

-Well, I suggest that if you've
got anything to say at

all, you get it out now.

-There might be something
else.

-Such as?

-And then again, there
might not.

-Sir, if you have anything
pertinent to this case, I

advise you to get it out now.

-There's nothing else.

Is there, Nora?

-He's bluffing.

-Sure of that, Nora?

-You're damn right I am.

You heard the Lieutenant.

Let's see what else
you've got.

-Just my suspicions.

You can't get a search warrant
for what's in here.

-You couldn't get bus fare
for what's in there.

This is his humor, Lieutenant.

There's nothing else.

All in all, Jerry,
you are a bore.

Let's go, darling.

-I find you somewhere beneath
contempt, Mr. Parks.

And Lieutenant, as for you,
you have an obtuse manner

which some people find
ingratiating.

I do not.

Do you follow me?

-Yes, sir.

-I hope we can assume that it's
clear that Nora had no

reason to kill this--

this journalist?

-Yes, sir.

-She has nothing to hide.

You saw that for yourself?

-Yes, sir.

I'm going to hold you
responsible for any further

harassment to Miss Chandler.

-Yes, sir.

Hmm.

-Well?

Think it's good enough for
the working press?

-Too good for them.

[doorbell ringing]

-Oh, Tom, would you get that?

I still have to finish
my makeup.

And darling, look. would you
take this up with you?

-Certainly, Nora, dear.

-Thank you so much.

-Yes?

-Lieutenant Columbo to
see Miss Chandler.

-Is she expecting you?

-I don't think so, but this
is official business.

-Oh.

Well, she isn't quite dressed
yet, and she is going to a

press reception.

-Oh, I won't bother her.

I'll just wait right here
in the living room.

Thank you very much.

Miss Chandler.

CHANDLER [OFF SCREEN]: Yes?

-Lieutenant Columbo.

CHANDLER [OFF SCREEN]: Oh.

What is it?

-Oh, nothing important.

I'm just here to bring you
up to date on the case.

CHANDLER [OFF SCREEN]:
Oh, that's very

considerate of you.

Um, I'll be out in a moment.

Just make yourself at home.

-Do you mind if I use
your telephone?

It's a local call.

CHANDLER [OFF SCREEN]:
No, not at all.

Go right ahead and
help yourself.

-Hi, it's me.

Is she there?

Why does she have to go
shopping every day?

Do You have any idea where
I am right now?

Don't get smart, George.

I'm in Nora Chandler's
bungalow.

You're what?

No kidding.

What's the title?

I never heard of that one.

What channel?

Thank you, George.

[music playing]

[music playing]

CHANDLER [ON TV]: Hello,
darling, it's me.

Yes.

Yes, I delivered the package.

No.

No, no, it's all right.

No, don't worry darling.

No, no.

See, I took Charles's coat and
hat so even if anyone did see

me, the street was so
dark they would have

thought it was Charles.

Philip?

Philip, I'm frightened.

Are you sure we did
the right thing?

Darling?

Darling, when can I see you?

I can't go on like this.

You're--

you're leaving tonight?

But we were going
to go together.

Philip, you promised.

Philip?

Don't hang up!

Darling?

Philip, I love you, you
know I love you.

What more can I do to
prove it to you?

If Charles ever found out
I took that money--

-Lieutenant Columbo?

-Right here, Miss Chandler.

CHANDLER [ON TV]: I'll
do anything for you--

-I hope you don't mine
my watching the TV.

You're on.

-Oh, no!

-I never saw this
picture before.

George told me.

-[laughing]

Oh, isn't that awful?

I didn't like it when I made
it, and I don't like it any

better now.

-Really?

I found it very interesting.

-Uh, I hope you'll excuse me.

I have a press reception,
and then we're

shooting process tonight.

-Well, if you don't mind, I'll
just tag along, and I can fill

you in as we go.

-Fine.

-Is that all right?

-Yes.

-Listen, that guy Philip in the
picture, what does he do?

He frame you in the end.

-Ah ha, you have seen it.

-No, no.

I just had a hunch.

From that conversation I just
heard, I knew he was no good.

I know he's up to something.

I just knew it had to be
something like that.

-Thank you.

You've been able to persuade Mr.
Parks to suggest someone

who might have--

-Oh, yes, ma'am.

Those files of his, there's 100
people in there that might

have wanted to kill him.

Only, um--

it's really this flat tire
that I wanted to tell you

about.

-This what?

-Miss Davis's, remember?

Cause, see, the trouble is, that
tire just won't go flat.

I mean, not for us.

We thought it might be a rim
leak, but in all this time,

there hasn't a single bubble.

-Oh, that sounds very
interesting.

-Yes, ma'am.

Only it does mean I've
been sort of wrong.

About Miss Davis's death being
a mistake, I mean.

-About what?

-Well, what I mean is, if
there's nothing wrong with

that tire, and it's just been
checked out that day when she

had the car serviced, well, that
means that somebody must

have let the air out of it.

Do you see what I mean?

-No!

-Right there in back
of the bookstore.

Somebody who was watching them,
somebody who wanted them

to trade cars so it would just
look like Miss Davis's death

was a mistake.

Anyway, I'll tell you what
it boils down to.

I got to start all over again.

I was wrong.

-You know, you're priceless.

Some hoodlum let's air out
of a tire and you--

-Oh, but the valve stem
was nice and tight.

And when kids let the air out of
the tire, they just loosen

it and they run away.

Anyway, there are other things,
like that car that was

tearing away from the house
just after the fire.

-Well, what about it?

-Well, if the person in that car
actually lit the fire, I

mean, if it wasn't started
by some kind of device or

something, well, you don't
really believe someone that

close couldn't see who was in
Mr. Parks's car, couldn't see

that it Miss Davis that was
going to be killed?

-I haven't the slightest idea.

-No, ma'am, that's it.

I was wrong before.

Dead wrong.

Even my bosses agree.

It was Miss Davis that the
murderer wanted to kill.

Clever idea, huh?

Mr. Park's has got all
those enemies.

We might never have guessed.

-Lieutenant, do you mind?

I really have to go.

-Well, ma'am, you're the only
one that can help me now.

I mean, you're the only
one that really

knew about Jean Davis.

And what's worse, I'm afraid,
who else besides Mr. Parks

could have possibly known where
she was going to be that

night than you?

-I still think Jean's
death was a mistake.

It just had to be a mistake.

[sirens]

[sirens]

-All right, cut it, cut it.

-OK?

-That's good, dear.

That's a print.

OK, Doug?

Good here?

-Honey I'm going to have to
break for dinner to avoid a

meal penalty, you know.

-Yeah.

-So we'll come back and
do a few shots going

the other way, OK?

-Sounds thrilling.

-Relax, honey.

-Nora?

How do you like your
stockholders, before or after

dinner?

-Oh, surely you're not going
to feed them here?

-No, no.

They just came here to gawk.

I promised them dinner later.

-Uh, I think I'll
meet them later.

I really have to go to
my dressing room.

I've been on location all day,
and I have a wardrobe change

in the next scene.

-Oh, all right, I'll
hold them at bay.

See you later.

-Hmm.

Hi.

-Fellas, I think that she's
got a lot to do--

-OK, Charlie, see you
tomorrow night.

[tires screeching]

-Officer.

-Lieutenant

-Officer.

I understand somebody tried
to run down a Mr. Parks.

-That's right, missed
him completely.

-He wasn't hurt at all?

-No, just a few scratches.

Took him to the hospital, a few
x-rays just to play safe.

-Anybody see who did it?

-Not a soul around here.

-Hmm.

-Anything else I can--

-Shh!

-Well, like I said,
we'll get to you--

-Are you a Shriner?

Excuse me, are you a Shriner?

-No.

-Is your partner a Shriner?

-I don't know, why don't
you ask him?

-Excuse me, are you a Shriner?

-No.

-Is anybody here a Shriner?

I'm Lieutenant Columbo,
police department.

I could use some help.

Is anybody here a Shriner, or
does anybody here know a

Shriner?

-Lieutenant!

-Are you a Shriner?

-No, but--

-Sir!

-You know, Frank, the
bartender on the

corner, is a Shriner.

-Thank you.

Does he have a Shriner's ring?

-I don't know, why don't
you ask him?

-Thank you.

-Hey, just a minute, mister!

You can't go in there!

-It's an emergency.

-[inaudible]

Hey, wait a minute.

Where do you think--

-Emergency.

-Hey, that the hell's
going on?

Cut it!

-Mister, are you crazy?

-Sorry, emergency.

-Yeah, but you can't--

-Hey, what are you doing here?

-Please, Miss Nora Chandler?

-She's right there.

We're shooting!

-Thank you, sorry.

Police, emergency.

Forgive me for barging in.

It's Mr. Park.

Somebody tried to
kill him again.

-What!

-This car tried to
run him over.

-But who?

Did he see who it was?

-I don't know.

He hasn't been able to
say anything yet.

-What?

-Severe concussion,
still unconscious.

Looks very bad.

-Oh!

-Very bad.

-I'm so sorry about all this.

That means Jean's death was a
mistake, just as you thought

in the first place.

-Miss Chandler, at this point
I don't know what to think,

but I was hoping you'd
be able to help me.

-How?

-Uh, may we have some privacy?

-Uh, yes.

-Do you mind?

-No, it's all right.

Save it, fellas.

-Mr. Parks was on to
something new.

He didn't say what.

Didn't want to speak
on the telephone.

He had some new evidence.

I was on my way to see him when
he got hit by this car.

You remember the other day he
said he was suspicious?

We thought he was just
saving face?

-Yeah.

-He was onto something.

-But how can I help you?

-I want to show you something.

The ambulance driver found this
in Mr. Parks's personal

effects, in this envelope with
the initials marked, NC.

-NC.

Those are my initials But
it's certainly not mine.

-Too bad.

I was hoping you'd be able
to tell me what it means.

I have to tell you, Miss
Chandler, at this point I'm up

in the air on this
whole business.

-Nora, is everything
all right?

-Uh, yes, sir.

I was just about to leave.

All right.

Uh, forgive me, uh, ma'am.

As soon as he's able to, uh--

I'll tell you what he says.

-Ah.

-Sorry.

-Uh, darling?

Darling, would you mind very
much if, uh, you went on with

the others?

I--

I'll try and join you later.

I've got this sick headache.

-But Nora--

-Please, darling, please.

Sidney?

-Yes, dear?

-Look, I'm not feeling well.

Could we come back
to this tomorrow?

-Sure.

Sure, go ahead.

Jere?

-Yeah?

-Let's call the cop car in.

We'll change the angle,
and we'll shoot

them following her.

OK, new setup fellas, OK?

[music playing]

-Ah!

-What is it, Lieutenant?

-I guess it's a lot of things,
Miss Chandler.

-Would you care to explain that,
and what you're doing

here?

-You know, a part of me really
didn't want it to add up.

-You know, I really don't
feel very well.

I wonder if you'd mind leaving,
and then perhaps we

can chat some other time?

-I know you killed Jean Davis.

-I find you amusing up to a
point, Lieutenant, but you've

passed that.

-There's just so many pieces
that didn't add up.

Tire that wouldn't
go flat, why you

refused to sell the cottage.

That bothered me.

-Would you kindly get out?

I'm just not in the mood for
any more of your rambling

speculations.

-I'm here to arrest you for
the murder of Jean Davis.

-Oh!

You're not serious!

-You let the air out of her
tire, you stayed to see her

get into Parks's car, and
then you killed her.

I'm afraid I am serious.

-Why!

Why would I do that?

I loved Jean.

-The why was very difficult
to figure out.

Meeting, Parks's study,
Tuesday, June 6.

Do remember after you admitted
juggling the books on the

Italian movie, and then Mr.
Parks intimated he still had

something on you?

Note, Parks probably bluffing.

Nevertheless, Chandler,
unnerved, quickly takes drink.

-Oh, that means nothing!

-Well, it could mean you had
something else to hide.

The prop man told me you only
drink under pressure.

I had a theory here.

Nora Chandler has secret.

Jean Davis knows secret.

There's a motive.

I have it written right here.

Possible motive, prevent Jean
Davis from revealing secret to

Jerry Parks.

-Oh, you must be desperate,
Lieutenant!

You have no proof of anything!

-What is the secret-- see,
key What is secret?

That bothered me.

Fountain.

Why fountain doesn't run.

That bothered me.

Yeah, that's what started
to bother me.

Right.

That's what fountains are for.

Why didn't the water run?

Most people like the sound
of running water.

I do.

-Well, I don't.

-Well, that's what I
assumed at first.

And then I spoke to the head
of the property department.

You know, they keep incredible
records.

You know there's a number at
the base of that fountain?

I saw it that day that
I picked the flower.

Anyway, the prop man told me
that you ordered the fountain

for sentimental reasons.

-Yes, but I told you
it was from a

picture I just finished.

-September 16, 1960.

That was the day you ordered
the fountain.

-Well, I don't remember
the exact day.

-September 15, the day before.

That was the day your
husband disappeared.

Now it starts to make
some sense.

I have a possible explanation
for why the

fountain doesn't run.

In order to lay water pipe,
somebody would have to dig up

the lawn, wouldn't they?

[music playing]

[music playing]

-Drink Lieutenant?

-Thank you.

-Jerry Parks wasn't
hurt, was he?

-No, ma'am.

-Where'd you get that ring?

-Borrowed it.

I was just playing hunches.

I had nothing to go on.

I was just guessing I had
nothing concrete.

I just wanted to see
what you'd do.

And when you came in here, you
didn't even turn on the

lights, just ran
right, straight

through to the fountain.

You know, coincidence.

If I hadn't called George, if he
hadn't been looking at the

TV, if it was some other movie,
if you hadn't been

dressed like a man, because
that's when it occurred to me.

12 years ago, somebody standing
on the beach at night

saw your husband get in the boat
and to out to the ocean.

I remember the photographs,
you and your

husband, the same height.

Could've been you.

-It was.

You see, uh, I--

I'm--

I married Al because I thought
I could, oh, reprove myself

and my career.

And then I--

I began to care about
the marriage.

So when he went playing around,
you know, all the

starlets, all that bit,
well, it hurt.

So, I put up with
it, you know.

I put up with it until one night
he brought one of them

right in here.

And we had a hell of a fight.

We argued, fought.

And then I--

I struck him with a bottle.

He--

I--

I panicked, and I buried
him out there.

Jean knew.

Well!

I'll get a coat, and we'll go.

[music playing]