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I’m talking about your dirty
little deal with Hong Kong.

I’m talking
about a murder.

[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Whatever it is,
I want no part of it.

Jess, what do you mean?

I just thought a drink,
for old times’ sake.

Let’s stick to business, Paul.

Paul was kind and gentle
and he loved me.

If you won’t help me,
maybe I’ll have to kill him.

Nobody is gonna take
on an ex-congressman

and a respectable bank

without some kind
of a smoking gun.

I’m calling it a night, Paul. Here.

Me, too.

Buy a gimlet
on the way out?

I don’t drink
gimlets anymore, Paul.

They leave a bad taste.

Besides, I’d assume

you’d have plans
with your fiancee.

I do, later.

I just thought a drink,
for old times’ sake.

Let’s stick to business, Paul.
It works a lot better.

Andrea has everything
you ever wanted,

looks, money
and social position.

You always gave me
good advice, Laura.

I almost forgot
that’s why I keep you around.

Is this merger thing
really gonna happen,

or are you just
playing games again?

Hey, bet the ranch.

When it does,
there’s a vice presidency

with your name on it.

Playing in the big leagues now, Paul.

I hope you got your bases covered.

Oh, I do.

I’ve got insurance in Spades.

But of course
you already know that.

Close to my heart,

and that’s where
it’s gonna stay.

-Oh, excuse me--
-Laura!

Mr. Quatrain, I’m sorry.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Paul, you’re still here?

Well, I was just
wrapping up, Adam.

You work too hard.

Young man
with a beautiful fiancee,

you shouldn’t neglect her.

I wasn’t planning to.

Good.

Come on,
I’ll walk you out.

So, Adam, what’s happening
with the Hong Kong merger?

Brad Filmore
expects a green light

from the banking
committee in Washington,

but I don’t have to tell you,

it’s at a very sensitive stage.

That’s what worries me.

Mr. Lee is very happy
with your work on the merger, Paul,

and so am I.

That’s what
I get paid to do.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

Hold it right there, mister.

Well, I’m glad somebody
finally showed up,

because I think there’s been
a mistake in the work order.

This machine is a 457

with a 2.5
spreadsheet loaded in.

They want the new 300,

but it’s not
compatible with the 457.

How’d you get in here?

The cleaning people let me in.

No, the cleaning people
don’t get here for another hour.

Look, maybe I’ve got
the wrong office.

Does this say
Marlowe or Marston?

I mean, can you believe
some people’s handwriting?

-May I help you?
-Yes.

Jessica Fletcher,
I have a reservation.

J. B. Fletcher,

yes, of course,
you’ve been pre-registered.

I have?

Mr. Smyth has
taken care of everything.

Suite 614.

Mr. Smyth?

Yes, Smyth, with a y.

It’s all taken care of.

You can go right up.

Your luggage will be up
in a few minutes.

Is Mr. Smyth with the book
convention, by any chance?

He didn’t mention
that, Mrs. Fletcher.

Elevators to your right.

I see.

Thank you very much.

Hong Kong bankers place
a premium on privacy.

It’ll only take
a few minutes.

Sure you don’t mind?

Of course not, darling.

I’ll meet you downstairs.

Laura: see you later, honey.

[phone rings]

[Michael on phone] Well, now, you took
your sweet time getting here.

Michael?

Yes. Listen to me
carefully, Jessica.

You’re being watched.

Watched? By whom?

What’s going on?

Not so loud, he’ll hear you.

Who?

There’s a very dangerous man
in your suite.

Don’t turn around,
and just keep talking.

Oh, Michael,
for heaven’s sakes.

I have to ring off now, Jess.

There’s a fascinating woman
standing in front of me,

and there’s some explaining
I have to do.

I’ll say you have some
explaining to do,

Michael Hagerty.

Oh, you scared
the wits out of me.

But it made you glad
to see me, didn’t it?

Or are you disappointed?

Look, I should have known.

Smyth with a y?

Scraping the bottom
of the barrel, Michael.

Just my idea
of a little surprise.

Oh, I’ve had too many of your
surprises in the past,

thank you very much.

Jess, what do you mean?

Whatever assignment
you’re on for MI6,

whatever caper
you’re involved in,

whatever lie
you’re trying to sell me,

count me out.

Jessica, how could
you even think such a thing?

The truth of it is,
I’m on leave.

I found out you were here

and thought
you’d be glad to see me.

And you’re welcome
for the Flowers, don’t mention it.

I know you’re very busy,
I’ll just be on my way.

Oh, for heaven’s sakes.

The Flowers are lovely,
thank you.

How did you know
I’d be here?

Well, I am in the spying
business, my dear.

Besides, I read it
in the Chronicle yesterday.

Look, I know you’ve just
flown in from New York,

so I’ll give you
a breather to freshen up.

I know this little
Italian place,

does a scallopini
that’ll bring tears to your eyes.

And I won’t take
no for an answer.

I’ll pick you up
in an hour.

Sure.

I would like to express
my gratitude

for your very special help
in arranging

the merger of our two banks,
Mr. Marlowe.

I will see to it
that you are very generously rewarded.

I’m glad you bring
that up, Mr. Lee.

The figure I was thinking
about is five million.

The amount agreed to
was one million.

Yeah, but that was before
I did all my homework

on mainland Hong Kong bank,

like who really owns it

and where your deposits
come from.

I think five million sounds
just about right.

I assure you
you’re misinformed, Mr. Marlowe.

Look, five million
is chump change.

I’ll bet you spend twice
that much on your lawyers

and lobbyists in Washington.

Oh, and just to prove to you
that I’m on your team,

I wanna share a little problem
that I have discovered.

We have this hidden video
as part of our security setup,

and last night this man
broke into my office.

We have invested
too much in this merger

to let anything
spoil it now.

I think you and I can deal
with the situation.

Unless I’m mistaken,
some of your investors

do have people
to handle damage control?

Possibly.

But it may be difficult to find
this mysterious intruder.

Oh, it’s not a problem.

I know who he is.

So, tell me, how did
you happen to pick

San Francisco
to take your leave?

Just coming back from some
routine stuff in the Orient.

The old calendar
is a little quiet now

that the cold war has gone
into the deep freeze,

and San Francisco
is a beautiful city.

Why not?

Now, Michael,
I know you too well.

Jess, they do a pasta
primavera at this place

that is absolutely
to die for.

Oh, coming from you,
Michael,

to die for isn’t
a very happy image.

We’ll have to figure out
a way to get you out

of that silly book conference.

Well, that won’t be so easy.

Jessica!

[screaming]

[tries screeching]

Michael.

You all right?

Yes, I think so.

On second thought,
there’s a perfectly

good restaurant
back at the hotel.

Darling, I don’t know
what’s so important

about having dinner
with your assistant

and his little fiancee.

Cynthia, Paul is my
executive vice president.

He’s a young
banking genius.

Be nice to him, darling.

Well, they could
at least be on time.

For God’s sake, Cynthia,
don’t treat him

like the assistant tennis pro
at the club.

Here they are.

A Bryn Mawr type.

I suppose dinner conversation
would mostly be about

saving the environment.

Paul, Andrea, we’re so happy
you could join us.

Cynthia, I don’t believe
you’ve met Paul’s fiancee.

Andrea Cromwell.

Oh, it’s so nice
to meet you.

Adam’s told me so many
nice things about you.

Well, it’s a pleasure
to meet you, Mrs. Quatrain.

We’re sorry we’re late.
Are we ready?

Yeah, by all means.

That is a lovely dress,
is it a Bertolucci?

Yes, it is.

Look, there’s something

you’re not telling me.
It’s obvious.

Absolutely nothing
to worry about.

What you need
is a square meal, Jess.

Are you following me?

Andrea, look.
We have to talk.

There’s nothing
to talk about.

You can’t keep
avoiding me this way.

Whatever was
between us is finished.

Just stay out of my life.

I’m sorry, Jess,
I’m really not hungry.

Oh, for heaven’s sakes,
Michael.

You’re not going to let
a little rejection

by an old flame spoil
your whole evening, are you?

She isn’t an old flame, Jess.

Michael, who is she?

Andrea is my daughter.

Michael, I don’t remember
you ever mentioning a daughter,

or ever having been married.

Well, it wasn’t much
of a marriage, Jess.

Didn’t last
very long, either.

Her mother was
a New York society girl.

The family never
really bought my act.

An honest,
forthright man like you?

I see that the suite
that you pre-registered for me

just happens
to be right across

from your daughter’s suite.

Michael, don’t you ever
get tired of

trying to manipulate people?

You’re right, Jess.

Let’s order up
a sandwich and I’ll explain.

The truth is, Jess,
I wasn’t much of a father.

Presents sent
from exotic locations,

weekend visits I had to cancel

because of assignments,

and all of it slowly poisoned
by an ex-wife

who wanted to cut me
out of the child’s life.

She died last year,

leaving Andrea
with too much money

and a deep resentment
against me.

I’m sorry, Michael,
but we all have to live

with the choices
we’ve made.

I may have neglected her
in the past, but damn it,

I can at least stop Andrea

from making a mistake
that could ruin her life.

You mean with that
good-looking young man

that she seems
so happy with?

I heard they were engaged.

I did some checking.

Not every father has access
to CIA, FBI and MI6 files.

Her young fancy man
belongs in jail.

Are you sure
you’re not exaggerating?

I wish I were.

With ex-congressman
Adam Quatrain

smoothing the way
in Washington,

Paul Marlowe is
arranging a merger

between a small American bank

he and Quatrain
have gotten control of

and a Hong Kong bank
owned by a man named Luc Lee.

Is that illegal?

The problem is
the Hong Kong bank

is really owned by some

Middle Eastern gangsters
in the arms-peddling racket,

and the funds come in directly
from the Colombian drug trade.

And Paul Marlowe
is in it up to his eyeballs.

But that’s awful.

Shouldn’t you report
this information

to the justice department?

It’s not that easy to prove.

It’d take a small army
of accountants,

court orders in
a dozen countries

even to pick up the threads.

These guys are good
and they play rough.

The shot that was
made at you, you mean?

That’s why I need
your help now, Jess.

I need to keep
kind of a low profile.

I thought maybe
you could talk to Andrea,

you know, woman to woman.

Oh, no, no, no, Michael.

No, you can’t expect
me to fix something

that you broke years ago.

If you won’t help me,

maybe I’ll have to kill him.

[Luc] I appreciate your seeing me
on such short notice,

Mr. Quatrain.

I wanted Brad Filmore
to be here.

I mean, he is our
point man in Washington.

What’s your problem,
Mr. Lee?

As a businessman,

I am very disappointed
in your Paul Marlowe.

I thought you were
very high on him.

He is demanding five million dollars
from me, Mr. Quatrain.

Are you aware of that?

For what?

I mean, personally?

Yes, and what I find
particularly disturbing,

Mr. Quatrain,

is that Mr. Marlowe made
certain threats.

Threats?

What kind of threats?

About stopping the merger
from being approved.

We’ve spent months

stroking the right people
in Washington.

The merger’s a done deal.

I’m also disturbed
to learn that the father

of Mr. Marlowe’s fiancee
is a British Intelligence agent.

Good Lord!

Do you know
anything about this?

There’s been no indication
of a problem with the British.

My business associates do not
like surprises, Mr. Quatrain.

Paul Marlowe is your man.

I suggest you rethink
your situation with him.

You know where to reach me.

I’ll show you out, Mr. Lee.

You were a fool to let
that young man into the firm.

This whole merger
was his idea.

No, it’s not just
the merger, Adam.

It’s our bank
that’s threatened.

So the way I see it,

we’ll hold on to your place
in New York

and I’ll buy something here.

I mean, my place
is way too small.

What? What?

As long as we’re together,
I don’t really care.

Oh, I almost forgot.

What’s this?

Well, it’s just
a little engagement present.

Can I open it now?

Sure.

Oh.

Oh, they’re beautiful.

Really?

Yeah.

You fancy a drink?

Now?
Isn’t it a little early?

Then we’ll have coffee
and talk about

how we’re going
to get you out

of this boring
book conference.

Michael,
you’re being compulsive.

You know,
you’re not going to win

any points spying on them.

I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

It’s a public place.

Mr. Marlowe,
a telephone call for you, Sir.

Thank you.

Paul Marlowe.

How could that happen?

Now? Where?

Okay, okay.

Paul, is something wrong?

No, no, it’s nothing.

I’ve got to meet someone.
It’s business.

Now?

It won’t take long.

Look, I’ll meet you up in

your suite in
half an hour, okay?

Okay.

Maybe I’ll wear my pearls.

Honey, I think
that’s a great idea.

But you know what?

I think we should put
these in the hotel vault.

Can’t be too careful.

Okay.

I’ll take care of the check
and I’ll do it right away.

See you upstairs.

Excuse me, Jess,
there’s something I have to do.

Michael, you’ll only
alienate your daughter.

This might be a grand time
to have nice chat with Andrea.

I think I’ll pass.

If you need me,
you’ll find me in my room.

[knock on door]

Mrs. Fletcher?

Yes.

I’m Andrea Cromwell,
Michael’s daughter.

Can we talk?

I think that would be
very nice.

Come in.

Well, I know
you’re a friend of his.

We don’t talk that often,
but he’s mentioned you.

Well, I’m sorry to say
that he has neglected

to mention you to me.

Mrs. Fletcher, please,

you have to tell him
to leave me alone.

I’m afraid I really don’t have
that much influence over him.

He’s a very hard-headed man

and he’s very worried
about you.

He’s trying to poison
my mind against Paul.

He dropped out of my life
ten years ago,

and when he shows up,

it’s just to ruin the one
good thing I have left.

You know, he’s a father,
Andrea, and he’s a man.

And I’m sorry to say that
diplomacy isn’t his long suit.

But he loves you,
of that I am quite sure.

Freeze!

Put your hands over
your head, real slow.

You know, it looks like
we got a cold piece here,

no serial number.

That’s funny.

But my nose tells me

it’s got warm fingerprints
all over it.

Get it down to the lab.

So, uh, give it
to me again, Charlie.

How did you make him?

I’m up in the security office,
I get a call.

One of the staff people.

They tell me they heard
a gunshot down here

in the service area,

so I come down
to check it out.

I see this guy
bending over the deceased,

so I cuff him
and call my old friend.

Pat Hogan.

You did good, Charlie.
Anything else?

Yeah, it turns out
our suspect here

is the father of the fiancee.

Oh, it gets better
all the time.

Where’s the girl?

Is this man
your father, miss?

How could you do this?

How could you?

Andrea, I didn’t kill him.

I’m sorry, miss,
but I’ll need a statement.

There’s no hurry,
maybe when you’re feeling a little better.

Take him down and book him.
Murder one.

[lieutenant] Okay, Mrs. Fletcher,
I checked you out.

So you’ve got friends
in high places,

by me that’s no problem.

Lieutenant Hogan--

I’ve only got one question.

What exactly
is Michael Hagerty to you?

He’s a good friend.

That’s fair enough.

Did you know
he worked for MI6?

Yes, I was aware of that.

They never heard of him,
but that’s the party line.

Want some coffee?

No, thank you.

He claims somebody
slugged him,

but they all got
a sad story.

Has a doctor seen him?

No, he says
he doesn’t want one.

Anyway, we didn’t see
any marks on him.

Look, this one’s a lock,
Mrs. Fletcher,

the gun has his prints
all over it.

I’d like to see him.

Sure, why not?

Funny, isn’t it?

It’s a fact, most murders,

they turn out to be
family disputes.

Well, they weren’t a family yet,
lieutenant.

Jessica, you’ve got
to convince her I didn’t kill him.

Michael, that’s not
going to be easy.

Why don’t you start by
telling me what happened?

I was set up.

I was following him.

Somebody hit me.

When I came to, he was
there, dead on the floor

and that damned hotel cop
was standing over me.

And did you see anyone else?

The room was dark.

I remember searching
for the light switch,

and the next thing I woke up
with a face full of floor.

Michael, think for a minute.

When you were
investigating Paul,

was there anyone who,

well, who might
want him dead?

You mean besides me?

Paul Marlowe was
a white collar crook

playing for high stakes,

mixed up with dangerous
people on four continents.

Well, that certainly
narrows it down.

What I need from you,
and I need it desperately,

is for you to make
Andrea understand

that I didn’t kill Paul.

-Michael--
-Jessica!

I don’t want her to hate me.

There isn’t much I care about,
but I care about her.

Talk to her, please.

I’ll try.

[Andrea] When I was a little girl,

I thought he was
the most handsome man

in the whole world.

I hardly ever saw him,
just, you know,

holidays and birthdays,
special occasions.

But I worshipped him.

My mother said
he was irresponsible,

didn’t really want a family.

He and my mother
never really got along.

Even as a child
I could see that.

You know, children are
always more perceptive

than we give them credit for.

I guess I grew up believing
that he abandoned me.

He chose a very
difficult life, Andrea,

and I’m certainly
not making excuses for him,

but I can tell you this.

I don’t believe for a moment
that he was in any way

responsible
for Paul’s death.

But why did
he hate Paul so much?

I mean, why did he have
to spoil everything?

Oh, but he didn’t hate Paul.

I mean, he didn’t know him.

Your father
was concerned about you.

He was convinced
that Paul was involved

in something illegal,
something dangerous.

Paul was kind and gentle
and he loved me.

He wasn’t involved
in anything illegal.

He had a bright
future at the bank.

I mean, he told me he was
in line for a big promotion.

Did he ever talk to you
about business?

No.

Andrea, somebody killed him.

Now, you’ll never know
any peace until we find out

who and why.

Andrea, I’m so terribly
sorry about Paul.

It’s just awful.

Yes.

He was a wonderful man.

I learned so much from him.

Everyone at the bank
is going to miss him.

Mrs. Fletcher,
this is Laura Downing.

She worked
with Paul at the bank.

How do you do, Ms. Downing?

It’s a pleasure,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Andrea, Mr. Quatrain asked me
to come and see you.

Apparently
there are some papers,

something to do
with the merger,

that Paul may have
taken from the office.

He thought they might be

in Paul’s briefcase
or something.

He may have left his
briefcase up in my suite.

Why don’t you come up
with us and have a look?

[Man] So what exactly
is missing, Ms. Cromwell?

As far as I can tell,
nothing is.

What little jewelry
I have is still here.

Aren’t you going to inform
the police, Mr. Bennett?

Well, I’m going
make out a report,

but since nothing
has been stolen,

the police really won’t
be able to do anything.

Well, in view of the fact
that Ms. Cromwell’s fiancee

was murdered yesterday
in the hotel,

I think the police would be
very interested.

That’s a good point,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I’ll call lieutenant Hogan.

Well, I’d better
get back to the bank.

If there’s anything I can do...

Thank you, Laura,
I’ll call you.

All right. Bye-bye.

Meanwhile, we’ll move
you to a new suite with our apologies.

Oh, that won’t be
necessary, Mr. Bennett.

Ms. Cromwell will be
staying with me.

The material just
came to my attention,

lieutenant Hogan, and I felt
it was our responsibility

to pass it along
to the proper authorities.

Appreciate your help,
Mr. Quatrain.

As Paul Marlowe’s employer
and personal friend,

I want to see
his killer convicted.

Has this Hagerty been making
any wild accusations, lieutenant?

Not one.

Excuse me, is this
a bad moment, lieutenant?

Oh, no, no, no,
come on in, Mrs. Fletcher.

I got a message
you wanted to see me.

Do you know Mr. Quatrain?

We haven’t met formally.

No, I believe
we all almost met the night

before the tragedy.

I didn’t know
who you were then,

but it’s a real pleasure
to meet J.B. Fletcher.

My attorney, Brad Filmore.

[Jessica] How do you do?

I’m sorry, but Ms. Downing
didn’t find the papers

you were looking for.

Papers?

At the hotel, the ones
that Paul might have

taken from the bank?

It’s apparently something
Ms. Downing forgot to mention.

Well, we mustn’t take
anymore of your valuable time, lieutenant.

My wife will be impressed,
she’s quite a fan.

Thank you.

Lieutenant, you know,
I am very concerned about

Ms. Cromwell’s suite
being ransacked.

Wait a minute.

Her hotel suite?

Somebody broke into
Paul Marlowe’s apartment

and tossed it, but I didn’t
know about the hotel.

Well, didn’t Mr. Bennett
report it to you?

Well, no,
not to me he didn’t.

An ex-cop like
Charlie Bennett,

he would have known enough
to report something like that.

Look, lieutenant,

Paul Marlowe’s apartment
was searched,

his fiancee’s suite
at the hotel was ransacked,

and someone arrives
from bank

looking for some papers
that Paul may have

absentmindedly
taken home from the bank.

Does that tell you anything?

What does it tell you,
Mrs. Fletcher?

That it’s possible that
someone killed Paul Marlowe

to get their hands
on the papers

that he was carrying.

We didn’t find any papers,

either on the victim
or on your friend Mr. Hagerty.

Look, Michael Hagerty
did not kill Paul Marlowe.

No?

Take a look at this.

Did you know that Hagerty

tried to break
into Paul Marlowe’s

office at the bank?

He is some piece of work,
your Mr. Hagerty.

Where did you get that?

From Quatrain
and his lawyer.

He tells me that Hagerty
had some kind of twisted grudge

against his future
son-in-law.

It’s gonna look
great in court.

Michael thinks
that Paul Marlowe

and the bank
were involved in

some kind of international
criminal conspiracy.

What kind of conspiracy?

I think you should hear
that from Michael.

So, when the bloody
deal’s done,

they can recycle drug money
into the arms trade

via Hong Kong
through San Francisco

in lily-white US dollars

right under
Washington’s nose.

You got any proof?

Anything we can show
the DAs office?

Nah, most of it
I put together on an eyes-only basis

from the CIA and MI6 files

that I’m not even
supposed to have access to.

Nobody is gonna take on
an ex-congressman

and a respectable bank without
some kind of a smoking gun.

I was hoping
to find something.

That’s why I tried to break
into his computer.

That’s why I followed him.

You know,
I wouldn’t be surprised

if that’s why he was killed.

Maybe they were looking
for some documents

that Paul was carrying

when they ransacked
Andrea’s hotel suite.

They came after Andrea?

Oh, she wasn’t there.

They only searched the room.

Andrea is staying with me.

I’m sorry, Michael,
I didn’t mean to worry you.

I’ve got to get out of here.

Talk to your lawyer.

Michael,
I’ve contacted my attorney.

He’s trying to arrange
a bail hearing in a few days.

[man] What’s the score?

When they brought me up,

the giants were ahead by
two in the bottom of the 7th.

Still two-zip.

Can I have a drink of water?

Hurry up.

You got a cigarette?

I left my pack--

Sorry about that.

Time you quit smoking,
anyway.

I’ll just take
this for luck.

...very worried about you,
and to tell you the truth, so am I.

Miss Cromwell,

and I believe you must be
Mrs. J.B. Fletcher.

Who are you?
How did you get in here?

My name is Luc Lee.

Are you the one
who ransacked Ms. Cromwell’s room?

I’m not a thief,
Mrs. Fletcher,

merely a businessman
with interests

in Hong Kong
and San Francisco.

Hello, operator?

Hello, hello?

I took the trouble
to disconnect it to avoid interruptions.

Calm yourself.

I’m only here to make
Ms. Cromwell

a business proposition.

Something has disappeared

since the tragic death
of your fiancee, Ms. Cromwell.

Something that belongs to me

and for which I would be
willing to pay

a substantial finder’s fee.

I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

I don’t have anything
that belongs to you.

What exactly is this
something?

A boring list
of business details

probably on a computer disk.

I’m prepared to offer
two million US dollars,

no questions asked.

I think
that you’d better leave now.

Miss Cromwell,
I personally abhor violence,

but I have certain
business associates

who place a very low value
on human life.

If you or any of your thugs

so much as lay a finger
on my daughter,

I swear I’ll kill you.

You misjudge me, sir.

I’m only a businessman
on a business errand.

But if you, sir, can deliver
my missing property,

I will consider raising
my bid to three million.

Now, if you will excuse me.

Oh, daddy, I’m so glad
you were here.

Are they handing out guns
at bail hearings these days?

Well, I couldn’t wait around
while they came after Andrea.

Lee’s coming here only
proves my theory.

Paul must have had
some incriminating details

and was probably holding it
over their heads.

And they killed
him for it, Andrea.

And somebody still
seems to be looking for it.

Yes.

Michael,
where are you going?

If you don’t know,
you won’t have to lie to the police.

Don’t let her out
of your sight, Jess.

I’ll be in touch.

How did you get in here?

It’s my trade
and I’m damn good at it.

I also know how to make
people vanish

without a trace,
so don’t tempt me.

What do you want?

Answers, Quatrain.

I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

I’m talking about your dirty
little deal with Hong Kong.

I’m talking about a murder
that was laid on me.

Somebody phoned
Paul Marlowe for a meet.

They hit me and used
my gun to terminate Marlowe.

Maybe it was you, Quatrain.

Maybe Marlowe threatened
to blow off the deal

and you didn’t
want that to happen.

No, it couldn’t have
been my husband.

He was with me when
Paul Marlowe was murdered.

You tell your friends
to stay away

from my daughter,

or so help me
I’ll have you all.

And don’t bother
phoning the police.

I cut your phone line
when I took out the alarm.

Thank you, my dear.
That was very convincing.

But you weren’t here
when Marlowe was killed.

You said you were
at the hairdresser.

Odds are it was Luc Lee’s
people that shot at us

and probably ransacked
Andrea’s room.

Maybe Paul was going
to see Luc Lee.

Andrea, think.

What did Paul say
when the phone call

came through for him
in the lobby?

Not very much.

It seemed like
somebody he knew.

He looked worried, he told me
he had to meet someone

and that he would see me up
in my room later.

Did he say anything else?

No.

Well, only to put the pearls
in the hotel safe.

What, Jess?

Andrea, was he paged
for that telephone call?

No, the bartender
just brought the phone.

They knew Paul at the hotel.

Of course.

That must be it.

[Bennett] There you go,
miss Cromwell.

If you’ll just sign for it.

Thank you, Mr. Bennett.

Is everything there?

Everything’s here.

Mr. Bennett, you told
lieutenant Hogan

that a member
of the hotel staff had phoned

to report hearing a gunshot
that killed Paul Marlowe.

That’s right.

Which member of the staff
reported that?

I have no idea.

I asked around, but nobody
claimed to make the call.

Was it a woman’s voice
or a man’s voice?

Oh, it was a woman’s voice.

It must have been
one of the kitchen help.

I mean, who else would
have been in that area?

Who indeed?

Yes, I think I have the item
you were looking for.

Yes, it’s a computer disk.

Paul gave it to me
for safekeeping minutes

before he was killed,
only I didn’t know I had it.

Yes, an hour would be fine.

I’ll be waiting.

Well, it’s a gamble,
but if we’re lucky,

we may have Paul’s murderer.

I don’t like it
one damn bit.

[Andrea] It’s the only way
it’ll work, daddy.

And if it gets you off
the hook, it’s worth it.

No, it’s too
risky for Andrea.

Michael, for once
you’re going to have

to butt out
and leave it to us.

It was where?

Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

When?

Okay, okay, I’m in.

[knock on door]

Come in.

I really appreciate
you calling, Andrea.

That computer disk must be

what Paul inadvertently
took from the office.

Mr. Quatrain will be
so pleased to have it back.

Where did you find it?

We were having
a drink in the lounge right

before Paul was murdered.

He gave it to me.

I didn’t realize I had it.

I see.

What beautiful pearls.
Paul had such nice taste.

Well, may I have
the disk now, please?

Well, you see, I’m not sure
I should give it to you.

What are you talking about?

Mr. Luc Lee phoned me.

He offered me
money for the disk.

I was wondering if you or Mr. Quatrain
might want to buy it.

Honey, I’m not planning
to pay you anything.

Are you looking for this?

Why would you look for it
in Andrea’s jewel case?

-I didn’t.
-Oh, but you did.

Because you saw Paul
give Andrea the pearls

just before you telephoned
him in the lobby lounge.

No.

I’m afraid it all fits.

[Jessica] They didn’t need to page Paul

because you knew
he was in the lounge.

You told them where he was,
because you were calling

from a house phone
where you could see him.

Yeah.
You’re making all this up.

You had to have seen Paul
give Andrea the pearls.

There’s no other explanation.

What you didn’t see was Paul slipping
the disk into he Jewel case

before
he left to meet you.

But when Andrea told you
that Paul had given it to her

just before
he was killed,

and when you saw the pearls
and the open case here,

well, you’re a clever
young lady, Ms. Downing,

not to mention
ambitious and ruthless.

I learned it from Paul.

Oh, yes, Paul
taught me a lot.

His problem was
that he didn’t know

that I was
smarter than he was.

The information on that disk,
I dug it out for him.

Did he think I didn’t know

what he was
gonna use it for?

Didn’t know
what it was worth?

So you decided
to cash in on it, take over his game.

You phoned him,
said you had to talk with him.

Why did you frame my father?

I didn’t plan it that way,
but Hagerty followed Paul.

Paul had spotted
Hagerty following him.

It was Paul who hit him.

Then it just flashed into my head,
the perfect cover.

Now, I had to kill
Paul either way.

I had the gun in my purse,

but Hagerty’s gun was just
lying on the floor...

-Give it to me.
-I swear to God I don’t have it.

...so it was even better.

Then you slipped out
and phoned security,

reporting the gunshot.

It was almost
a perfect plan.

Except for the fact that
Paul wasn’t carrying the disk.

How did you figure it out?

You made a couple of slips,
Ms. Downing.

When you came
looking for the papers

Paul took from the office,

you said that Mr. Quatrain
had sent you,

but he didn’t know
anything about any papers.

Then when we found
Paul’s briefcase

in Andrea’s
ransacked hotel room,

you didn’t even bother to look
at the papers.

That’s because you’d done
the ransacking yourself,

but it wasn’t papers
you were after.

It was the disk.

Well, it doesn’t
matter now, does it?

I don’t think
either of you will be

telling anyone anything.

Put it down, Ms. Downing.

You’re already
in enough trouble.

You know, when you called me
and you suggested this,

well, I thought you
had a screw loose.

Well, I only said
it might work.

[Michael] Jess, guess what Andrea
and I have decided to do?

I don’t have a clue.

Well, I still have
a week left of leave,

so we’re gonna go down
to Carmel for a few days.

We thought we’d do
some poking around in

some of those
cute little shops,

find you something
pretty to wear.

Forget the presents, daddy.

I’ll settle for some nice long
walks on the beach.

Of course, we’d both like
to invite you along.

Oh, not a chance.

I’m a week behind
on my schedule,

and in this case,
three’s a crowd.