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[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Dana, what the hell are you doing?

You’ve made millions on illegal
insider trading on Regitek stock.

This could be connected to the murder?

Take it out of my face.

Take it easy, the both of you.

Hello, this is Mrs. Fletcher.

Don’t go into your act. Not with me.

I have never lied to you, Mrs. Fletcher,
not once, I couldn’t do that.

For once in her life,
Dana’s actually telling the truth.

You are in terrible trouble.

Do you for one minute

think that any jury would
hesitate to convict her?

I know I should have
a better plan, Jessica,

but I’m just gonna take off

and point south and see what kind of
job opportunities open up.

Well, I wish you the best, Dana.

Your work has been extremely
valuable, most of it anyway.

Oh, listen, I’m sorry about
that screw up last week,

but I’ve gone back over
those judging procedures

for livestock at
the New Hampshire state fair.

Good, you’d be amazed
how many letters I receive

when even little things
like that aren’t accurate.

Yes, I know. I spoke to Mrs. McCurdy again
and got it all straight.

I felt like such a fool
having to call her back.

Well, again, it’s been a real pleasure

and good luck on your publicity tour.

Well, thank you. Goodbye, Dana.

Thank you.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[Helen] Helen McCurdy, Mrs. Fletcher--
-Hi.

New Hampshire state fair.

I double checked
my phone records and my files

and I just can’t find any indication

that I’ve ever been contacted
by a Dana Ballard.

Thank you, Mrs. McCurdy.

I am somewhat embarrassed to say

I haven’t checked your
references as yet, miss Ballard.

However, they look excellent,

and now that you’re in town,
I’ll get right into it.

For whatever it’s worth, there’s one

I haven’t had a chance to include.

Up until a week ago,

I had the pleasure of working
as a personal assistant

to a mystery novelist up in Cabot Cove.

-Her name is--
-Cabot Cove?

You mean J.B. Fletcher?

You’ve been working with Jessica Fletcher?

Do you know her?

Well, only through her novels,
which I devour.

All I can say is that

if the rest of my employment experiences

are half as pleasant,

I’m gonna consider myself very fortunate.

You know, she seems like
such a fascinating person.

When I mentioned I was
coming in for this interview,

she said you’re welcome
to call her anytime.

Oh, I’d like that very much.

Well, here’s her number.

You know, it’s been my ambition

to be part of the securities business

for as long as I can remember.

Well, why don’t I call
Mrs. Fletcher right now?

Oh, you know, she doesn’t
take phone calls until after 3.00.

Of course, she’ll have a set routine.

My God, the self discipline
that must take.

She’s incredible.

Every morning 5 AM,

she walks three miles,
always the same route,

and then she has exactly

four cups of coffee before
sitting down to her computer.

Fascinating.

Look, miss Ballard,
why don’t you do me a favor

and don’t take any other
position without calling me?

I promise I won’t, Mr. Stevens.

Morning, Mr. Stevens, yesterday’s reports.

Oh, and I thought you’d like to know

I sold Mrs. Buffom
on that no load account.

That girl, is she--

I hope so, Todd.

One more week without an assistant

and I’m gonna sink
under all this paperwork.

And my first stop is Portland,

interview with Terence Gideon
of Wedgewood Publications.

Isn’t he the man who hates mysteries?

Well, look at it this way, Jess,

you’ll get a free dinner

in one of the hottest
restaurants in New England.

Atlantis is supposed to be
absolutely fabulous.

Jessica, tell me
are you feeling all right?

Perfect, why do you ask?

Please don’t get me wrong,

I mostly love this latest draft
and my edits are minimal,

but I have to say
some of your research is--

well, it’s uncharacteristically sloppy.

Uh-oh, I was afraid of that. Where?

Well, for instance,

you have Inspector Davidson saying

the FBI was established in 1926.

I happen to be editing
a book about the Bureau,

it was actually started in 1908

and there are several other places.

[car horn honking]

Uh-oh, there’s my cab.

Look, I am really sorry
about this, Gloria,

and I take full responsibility.

If you’ll give me your notes
on any other mistakes that you pick up,

I will go through the entire manuscript

while I’m on the road, okay?

[phone ringing]

[Jessica on answering machine] Hello,
you’ve reached Jessica Fletcher,

I can’t come to the phone just now,

but if you leave your name and number--

[beeps]

[robot voice] Record message now.

Hello, this is
Jessica Fletcher’s machine.

I’m out of town for a few days

but I’ll be picking up my messages,

so be sure to leave yours after the beep

and I’ll get back to you.

Thank you.

...yours at the sound of the beep
and I’ll get back to you.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher, this is
Ethan Stevens in Portland.

555-6750.

I’d appreciate it if you’d get back to me

at your earliest convenience.

Dana Ballard suggested I call you.

Thanks.

Now look, honey, believe me,

I have no intention of letting
Baker push me around.

Well, you certainly had me fooled.

Besides there may not even be a problem.

And what if you are wrong, Ethan?

Okay, okay, if I am,

then we’ve got some time
so I can think out our options

which I can’t do with you haranguing me.

Missy, what I need right now
is your support.

Poor baby.

You really do have all the pressure.

But I don’t wanna have to move
to Rio or the Bahamas,

or wherever we might have to go.

I like it here.

Oh, yeah, I know. So where is it tonight?

I made reservations at Atlantis, 7:30.

Hello, this is Jessica Fletcher’s machine.

[Ethan] Mrs. Fletcher, this is
Ethan Stevens in Portland. 555-67--

[woman] Good afternoon,
Ethan Stevens’ office.

Hello. This is Mrs. Fletcher.

May I please speak with Mr. Stevens?

[Todd] Well, we're programmed to sell
the Down XXX when it reaches 14 3/8

and we're recommending a buy
in the Eltin Municipals

as a conservative measure.

Sorry, Todd, I can’t deal with it now.

-But you said --
-Some other time. Okay?

Yes, yes, Mrs. Fletcher.

You know, from my brief meeting with Dana,

I sense that myself.

Yeah. Definitely.

And really, Mr. Stevens,

that’s almost the least of her virtues.

I can tell you, quite honestly,
that Dana Ballard is a truly

remarkable young woman.

Well, coming from someone
like yourself, Mrs. Fletcher,

that’s quite an impressive
recommendation.

Ethan, we have to talk.

In a second, damn it.

Mrs. Fletcher, I thank you very much

for your time.

A pleasure, and by all means,

call me anytime you’re in Cabot Cove.

Baker, I’ve done absolutely
nothing improper.

Your informant doesn’t know
what the hell he’s talking about.

Neither do you.

Let me spell it out for you.

You’ve made millions
on illegal insider trading

at Regitek stock

and now you’re going
to the SEC voluntarily

-before they come after you.
-Forget it.

And tell them the truth
that it was you, you alone.

Now you offer to give back
everything you made on the transactions,

you’ll probably get
no more than nine months

in a minimum security country club.

Baker, I have no intention
of doing any of this.

Shut up, Ethan, there’s another piece.

I’ll buy you out,

that way we’ll at least
give the appearance

of cleaning house.

Don’t worry, I’ll make it
worth your while.

The answer is go take a--

Let me put it in another way,

you have 48 hours

or I go to
the Securities Exchange Commission

and tell them I just
discovered your crimes.

And you’re positively aghast
that this sort of thing has been going on

right under your nose.

Something like that, yes.

I repeat, 48 hours.

Au contraire, Mrs. Fletcher,

I find your books surprisingly literate.

I simply find mysteries tedious.

Cardboard one-dimensional characters

who’s sole function
is to service the plot.

I mean, who cares

how someone got into a locked room

and committed a murder?

I certainly appreciate
your candour, Mr. Gideon,

but I really don’t believe
that you have read any of my books.

What do you mean?
Of course I’ve read your books.

My novels are character based.

I mean, a group of people,
hopefully interesting,

in conflict with each other

who find themselves in a situation

where a murder or murders take place.

I mean, like you--

Mrs. Fletcher.

Jessica, Ethan Stevens.

I really enjoyed our little chat
this afternoon,

but I must say it’s such a delight

to finally meet you face to face.

I mean, if I’d known that
out of town meant Portland,

I would have arranged
to take you to dinner.

-Mr. Stevens--
-This is my wife, Missy.

Hello.

My partner, Baker Lawrence.

As I said, I really appreciate
you taking the time.

Miss Ballard is certainly
gonna owe you one.

Dana Ballard?

I’ve already hired her.

Mr. Stevens --

Excuse me, Mrs. Fletcher,

it seems we are already late
for our sitting.

You know how it is with
these trendy restaurants.

Well, for someone
who doesn’t know many people in Portland

you certainly seem
to be acquainted with the right ones.

Do you know that man?

Mrs. Fletcher, Ethan Stevens

is one the town’s
most prominent stock brokers.

You promised that nothing
like this would happen.

My name has got to be kept out of it--

Fine. Okay, just please--

Sit down now, let’s talk about this.

You were saying, Mr. Gideon?

[Dana] Oh, you don’t have to
worry about me, Mr. Stevens.

I have enough reading and catching up

to last me till Christmas.

And Mr. Merlin’s been so helpful.

That’s splendid.

Well, I’ll look in on you later

after I take care of some business.

Great.

It’s me.

Well, we have serious problems.

About 16 million of them.

Oh, Jessica, I wasn’t
expecting you so early.

Thank you, Mr. Merlin.

Anytime.

May I get you some coffee?

No, thank you.

All I want is an explanation,

which I hope you can give me,

before I go and speak to Mr. Stevens.

As I said when you called,
I’m absolutely mystified.

There must be some
sort of misunderstanding.

I hope that’s all it is.

I did give your name as a reference

but I can’t understand

why he’d have thought he had spoken to you

when he hadn’t.

I suppose it’s possible
he’s confused, or--

Or what, Dana?

Or, for some reason, he’s lying.

Well, since you raised the subject,

there were a number of instances
in Cabot Cove

when you lied to me.
So I think it’s quite possible--

Wait a minute, I lied to you?
Jessica, I wouldn’t do that.

Dana, how can you say that?

Most recently, you purposely
gave me incorrect research

on the New Hampshire
state fair and then there was--

[buzzing]

An orientation meeting,

I just can’t afford to miss it. Look...

I feel terrible that you think I’ve been

any less than 100% truthful with you.

I had no idea.

Well, I should have
brought it up at the time

but I suppose I wanted to believe

they were simply mistakes or oversights.

Well, I’m sure there’s
a simple explanation for all of it.

And for starters, I’ll talk to Mr. Stevens

and have him get back to you
before the end of the day.

All right?

Well, I’d really appreciate that.

Yeah, we’ve got trouble.

Tonight, but--

All right, if you say so.

Oh, you’re going to be
a good one, miss Ballard.

I’m not sure I know
what you mean, Mrs. Stevens.

My heavens, you’ve really put

the whole package together, haven’t you?

I’ve really got to get home.

I know you do, darling.
Come along, I’ll walk you out.

And while you’re en route, you might
like to chew on a couple of things.

For starters, in case you are not already
up to speed on office gossip,

Ethan and I don’t have your
basic honeymoon relationship--

Mrs. Stevens, I--

Do not, repeat, do not be misled.

I don’t know what you mean.

No, don’t go into your act. Not with me.

All right, fine, Mrs. Stevens,

you’ll forgive me
if I’m a little overwhelmed

but I assure you, I’m here for one thing

and that is to learn everything I can

about the securities
and investment business.

I find that commendable, Dana.

However, while you are absorbing
it all at my husband’s feet,

keep in mind that though I may regard him

as one of the major clowns
of the western world,

he is my very own major clown.

Does he know you feel this way?

Oh, like a third grader knows
the pledge of allegiance.

Well, look, I appreciate
you sharing this with me and--

I sincerely hope you do
appreciate it, miss Ballard.

Dana?

What the hell are you doing?

No, don’t.

[gunshot rings]

Small amount of blood indicates
victim died almost instantly.

Bullet apparently passed
right through the pump.

Fifteen years I’ve been doing this.

Every time I ask for a transfer
they give me a promotion.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you were gonna tell me why you’re here.

Oh, I came to see Mr. Stevens
on a business matter.

All right,

the securities room inventory checks out,

so apparently it wasn’t a robbery or--
didn’t look that way.

Listen, do you happen to know where
Mr. Stevens kept his electronic gizmo?

The card key that led him
in the securities room.

Now be careful with that.

Yeah, don’t worry about it.

What a disaster.

We’re losing our biggest clients

faster than you can answer the phone.

Lieutenant, do you have any idea who--

No, not really.

We did find a couple of
interesting items though.

We dug a bullet out of the door frame,

and, oh, yeah, we found this
along the bottom edge

of the victim’s desk,

a small quantity of blood and hair,

as if somebody bumped his head.

You know, your partner had nice taste.

This desk must be, what,
a couple of hundred years old?

Jasmine wood.

Ah.

Ridiculously soft,

but valuable like everything else in here.

Excuse me, Mr. Lawrence,

you have a phone call from
Mel Benict’s pension fund.

Another one.

You know, I’d kill for a desk like this.

Ah, you know what I mean.

I do, lieutenant.

[knock on door]

I’m coming!

-Mrs. Fletcher?
-Yes.

-We have to talk.
-Pardon me.

Vincent Polaski, I’m an attorney.

The court appointed me
to defend Dana Ballard.

Dana’s been--

She’s been arrested

for the murder of Ethan Stevens.

Well, what made--

-Well, they found a gun in a storm drain

not too far from the scene.

Her prints were on it

plus there were traces
of her blood and hair.

Oh, yeah, where she hit
her head on Mr. Stevens’ desk.

Yeah, well, the cops were running down

a list of all the employees,

and since her name starts with a "B",

and she just started there,
they got to her pretty early on.

And the paraffin test?

Positive, she fired the gun.

Mr. Polaski, I have less than ten minutes

to catch my train to Boston.

Look, I really don’t think
there’s anything

that I can tell you that will
help in your defense of Dana.

I’m not looking
for a character witness here.

She told me that the two of you

had a couple little misunderstandings.

Well, that is
an interesting way to put it.

Look, I need your help in another way.

As you probably noticed,

social skills are not exactly
my strong suit.

I-I tend to alienate certain people.

I can understand that. Yes.

Yeah, like judges, and police,
and prosecutors, etcetera, etcetera.

And well, the public defender’s
investigation team,

who I might add are a bunch of

bureaucratic incompetents
anyway, they pretty much--

Why are you telling me all this?

Well, because normally it’s not a problem,

I have a local PI that I use.

Well, that’s wonderful.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have--

Actually, you know what, let me--
let me give you a hand with this, okay?

-Oh, thanks.
-All right.

-Okay.
-Here we go.

Thank you.

See the thing of it is, this PI...

well, he’s been missing for about a week

and then this morning
he shows up in a drying out clinic

outside of Banger and then they wanna
keep him there for ten--

Stop right there, Mr. Polaski.

You mean you want me
to do investigative work

for you so that you
can defend Dana Ballard?

Yeah, that’s pretty much the size of it.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher, I’m not stupid,

I know that Dana has kind of
a problem telling the truth.

Kind of?

But that doesn’t make her a murderer.

Mrs. Fletcher, nobody
is looking out for her

and she is entitled
to the best defense I can give her.

She said she didn’t do it
and that’s all I wanna know.

Look, Mr. Polaski, I really admire

your commitment and your compassion.

But I am not an attorney nor am I a saint.

Okay, okay.

Just suppose that for once in her life

Dana’s actually telling the truth

and they convict her anyway
and she goes to prison

for a crime she didn’t commit

all because you couldn’t spare a day,

maybe two, to help her.

I mean, could you really live with that?

Thought you might see it my way.

Not quite, Mr. Polaski.

What I see is, is so pat, so open and shut
that I’m curious.

All right, I will speak to Dana,

and on the off chance that she can go
for five minutes without lying,

maybe I will try to help her.

I was asleep in my motel room,

and I have absolutely no idea

how those tests could
indicate that I fired a gun.

And the bump on your head?

I’d lost an earring.

I was looking for it under his desk
during the lunch hour.

Mr. Stevens came in and surprised me.

When I turned to get up--

I suppose he talked to you
about the mix up.

-No, he didn’t.
-He didn’t call you?

Oh, come on, Dana, you promised.

Mr. Polaski, I’m telling you the truth.

I told Mr. Stevens

about our conversation
like I said I would.

He looked and checked the number
that he had called.

Turns out he talked to a stranger
in Bar Harbor.

I don’t think that’s true, Dana.

Jessica?

I checked
my answering machine, Dana.

Someone had replaced
the announcement message.

I believe it was you.

I don’t know how you
could think that of me.

I have never lied to you,
Mrs. Fletcher, not once.

I couldn’t do that to you.

Dana, you said you bumped your head

when you turned to see Mr. Stevens?

That’s right.

So your back was to the door
to his outer office.

That’s right, why?

What’s the matter, Mrs. Fletcher?

Vincent, the knee hole
in Ethan Stevens’ desk

goes clear through
from one side to the other.

So?

Her blood and her hair

were found on the other side

from the door to his office.

Why would she lie about that?

I might have your answer
right here, Polaski.

The college that miss Ballard
supposedly graduated from,

not only didn’t she get a diploma,

she hadn’t attended classes
in the past two years.

Oh, Polaski, your buddy Hastings
wants to see you ASAP.

Look, Vincent...

...anyway you cut it, she is going over.

If you force us to trial,
I’ll demand life and I will get it.

You play the manslaughter,
she’ll be out before she’s 30.

Stuff it, Bruce, she didn’t do it.

Oh, God, here we go again.

All right, that’s it. Forget it.

You just blew your last chance.

You know, Mrs. Fletcher,
I don’t know if you realize this

but this man is the embodiment
of what’s wrong

with our criminal justice system.

The reason our courts
are clogged up with unnecessary trials.

And the streets are full of people
that should have been locked up long ago.

That wasn’t the impression
that I got from Mr. Polaski.

Well, of course not.

And I’m sure that in conning you into this

with all that
bleeding heart sincerity of his,

he’s painted a similarly distorted picture
of the case against Dana Ballard.

Mr. Hastings, if I were
satisfied that she were guilty,

I will assure you I wouldn’t be here.

As a matter of fact, perhaps you could
clear up a couple of questions?

My pleasure.

Well, for example, the bump on her head.

I thought you were going
to ask something difficult.

She bumped it while
searching under his desk

for the key card of the securities room.

But that prompts me to another question.

If she only started working there
that morning, how would she have known--

She’s a quick study.

She’d already been
in Ethan Stevens’ office several times,

she learnt that the securities room
is full of bearer bonds.

And the gun, to whom was it registered?

Untraceable.
The numbers have been altered.

She probably bought it
on the street somewhere.

Now come on.

Look, we have got means,

motive, opportunity, fingerprints,

paraffin tests, hair and blood samples
that proves she was there

and a girl who’s probably
never told the truth in her entire life.

Now, Mrs. Fletcher,

you are presumably
a sensible woman, so I will ask you,

do you for one minute,
in your wildest fantasy,

think that any jury would
hesitate to convict her?

I’m afraid that Mr. Hastings
has a point, Vincent.

I mean, this may be one time--

No, no, Mrs. Fletcher.

Look, I’m not pleading
Dana guilty to anything.

I mean, you halfway
believe she is innocent.

Halfway.

But proving even that much

in the face of all of that evidence.

I mean, your belief in Dana,

there’s more to it than her simply
having told you that she didn’t do it,

isn’t there?

Mea culpa.

That could get in the way
of you doing what’s best for her.

That’s why I came to you.

There’s, I don’t know,
just something about her.

Not that my instincts towards
women are all that great.

I mean, my love life has been
some kind of a disaster.

I don’t know, when I first saw her there,

just sitting there all by herself, and--

All by herself.

She comes to Portland, she gets a job--

-Yeah, but not just any job.
-Exactly.

Now suppose she was working with someone,

someone who was getting
things ready for her,

someone who was already
with Stevens and Lawrence.

Oh, okay. No, wait a minute.

How could they possible know
there would be a job opening?

Of course.

They fixed it so that Ethan Stevens

has to fire his assistant
to make way for Dana.

Vincent, I wonder how we could
get a look at their employment records

without alerting anyone over there.

I think I might know
someone who could help,

if you don’t mind bending
the rules a little bit.

Hi, Wanda, it’s me.

Listen, I got a little job for you.

[Jessica] Bending the rules a little?

I mean, isn’t this invasion of privacy?

Well, actually it’s kind of moot.

Yeah, what Vin is saying is

the way the government’s
got their nose in our business

does anyone have any privacy to invade?

Excuse me, Jessica,

actually that’s what
my grandmother is saying.

What I am saying is it’s probably better

if you don’t ask how
she’s accessing this stuff.

Is he terrific or what.

Wanda, will you stop please?

I bet him 20 he wouldn’t
talk you into this.

Well, there it is.

Patricia Corman, executive assistant
to Mr. Stevens.

Terminated voluntarily on the 14th,

that’s ten days ago.

Reason: relocation.

So she wasn’t fired.

Well, maybe we could talk to her.

Forget it. I checked.

Moved out the next day,
no forwarding address or number.

Have you found
that other information I wanted?

Oh, right.

There.

One other employee from Vermont.

From Gresham’s Notch.

Gresham’s Notch.

May I use your phone?

[knock on door]

Hi.

As I said on the phone,
we’re closed today.

Well, on account of poor Mr. Stevens.

I understand, Todd,

and I appreciate your letting me in.

The only reason I’m here is

I have this customer over in Blue Hill

that I’m supposed to execute an order for.

I was just setting him up on the computer.

You know, I feel really terrible about

what happened to Dana.

She seemed like a nice person.

Hope you can get her off.

So do I.

Exactly what were you looking for?

Some answers that you might
be able to supply me with.

You were Dana’s inside man,
weren’t you, Todd?

I--I don’t know what you’re talking about?

I checked with your hometown,
Gresham’s Notch, Vermont.

It happens to be near Livingston
where Dana comes from.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I have never met Dana until yesterday.

It turns out there’s an area high school

that serves both towns,

where you and Dana were classmates

and I’d guess you’ve stayed
in close touch ever since.

Look, I had nothing
to do with Mr. Stevens.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher,
what would you be doing here?

I-I-I’m really sorry,
Mr. Lawrence, Mrs. Stevens.

I talked Todd into letting me in.

There were a couple
of details about the crime

that I wanted to double check.

Well, your apology, such as it is,
is not accepted.

What she means is--

What I mean is, that in view of the fact

that you are working
on behalf of that little witch

who murdered my husband,
I want you out of here now.

I’m sure you can understand that

Ms. Stevens is not quite herself today.

Of course.
You have my utmost sympathy, Mrs. Stevens,

but if I may, would either
of you happen to know

anything about the circumstances

surrounding Patricia Corman’s
departure from her job

as Mr. Stevens’ assistant?

She made some costly mistakes,

I think that the final straw for Ethan was

when she started stealing from petty cash.

I don’t think that she did any
of those things, Mr. Lawrence.

The time date entry
on miss Corman’s computer file

indicates that it was amended
less than a week ago,

probably by you, Todd,

to conceal the real reason
for her dismissal

and the fact that you had set her up.

Okay.

It was so that we could get at those
negotiables on the securities room.

But murder.

Everything Todd Merlin
has told you is a lie.

Oh, dammit, Dana. Will you get real?

But I am. I’m telling you the truth.

Dana, listen, I’m gonna say one thing

and then I’m finished.

You are in terrible trouble.

Now we, Vincent and I, are all you’ve got.

Look, what she’s laying on you

is either you level with us,
I mean, all of it

or both of us are out of here. Period.

And you and Todd Merlin
can both take the fall

for Ethan Stevens’ murder.

You’ve got five seconds.

My mother died when I was little

and my father raised me.

He is the sweetest man,
except that he is ill.

He’s had three heart attacks

and he doesn’t know anything about...

about my problem, any of it.

Mrs. Fletcher, I am sorry, the lying,

I can’t help myself,
I have never been able to.

The police psychologist
described it as borderline psychosis

and he feels that it’s treatable.

Todd found out about my father’s condition

and he threatened to tell him everything,

about me, the lies.

It would kill him.

So you felt you had no choice.

Todd told us that he’d learnt
the security system.

And on the night of Ethan’s death,

when it was obvious you
were going to speak to him,

Todd said we had no choice
but to go forward.

So you entered
Ethan Stevens’ office alone?

To get the card key.

Todd was down the hall
at the securities room

waiting to disable the cameras.

And then Stevens unexpectedly showed up.

I turned, saw him in the doorway

and that’s all I can remember
till I woke up on the floor.

Somebody must have hit me.

Todd was long gone

so I ran out of there as fast as I could,

dumped the gun
and went back to my motel room.

So even your coming to work
for me in Cabot Cove,

that was part of your plan, wasn’t it?

Todd found out that you were
Ethan’s favorite author.

The killer was already there
when you came in,

probably waiting
for Ethan Stevens to show up.

So it might have been someone he knew.

Dana, try to remember,
did you see or hear anyone,

any movement when you
walked into the office?

No, it was pretty dark in there.

I went right over to his desk,

I was about to pick up
his lamp to get the card key

and there was stuff leaning against it.

You know, papers, his bag, files.

His desk was a mess

and I just was about to move them when--

You believe me, don’t you?

Yeah, we do.

So now what?

Finally getting her to tell
the truth is one thing,

proving her innocence,
quite another kettle of fish.

Polaski, you ready to talk?

Oh, yeah, sure, about
dropping the charges?

You are out of your mind.

Vincent, be reasonable.

No, no, I’m gonna have
you brought up on charges

of irresponsibility to your client,

unprofessional conduct.

Gabe, get this guy out of my face.

All right, come on,
take it easy, the both of you.

All right, all right. Now look.

She’s got no record,
she’s psychologically impaired.

Well forget murder,
we’ll go involuntary manslaughter.

She’ll be out in four years.

-Come on, we got a deal?
-No.

Mrs. Fletcher, she is soft in the head.

Talk to him, will you please?

We’ve got a confession from Todd Merlin

admitting conspiracy to this entire thing.

Excuse me, Mr. Hastings,

I think that I may be able to prove

that there was a third person
in Ethan Stevens’ office

when he was killed.

The person who actually murdered him.

[Wanda] You wanna know what I think, Vini?

I think that you really ought
to give some thought

to what Bruce Hastings in offering.

I know you like this girl but--

Wanda, please, will you just chill out?

I just said I feel sorry for her.

It doesn’t mean we’re engaged.

What is it, Jessica?

Well, I can’t help wondering

what Mrs. Stevens
and Mr. Lawrence were doing

in her husband’s office this afternoon,

the day of his funeral.

This might throw a glow on it.

It came in a little while ago.

It’s a friend of Wanda’s
from the old protest days.

She is for the public advocacy outfit
in DC, picks up rumors.

She saw Portland and Ethan Stevens

and wondered if I knew him.

An SCC investigation of Ethan Stevens?

He buys two million shares

of a small growth company called Regitek,

one week before the stock jumped $8.

That’s some serious money.

Not to mention seriously illegal,

if he had inside information.

The guy would probably break it up

into a lot of little transactions,

you know, phony accounts, dummy companies.

Yes, but there’d be records

that his wife and his partner
might want to conceal.

Are you thinking that this could be
connected to the murder?

I’m thinking that it’s essential

that we get another look
at Mr. Stevens’ office.

Shh!

Vincent, are you sure this is legal?

Yeah, I told you
I got Baker Lawrence’s key.

I’ll get the lights.

No, why don’t we just use this?

But you said--

Oh, God.

Vincent, you lied to me.

No, I never said Baker gave me his key.

Dana told me where he left a spare.

Under the bumper of his car.

Yes, but you’re an officer of the court,

you could get disbarred for this.

And an innocent girl could
go to prison for murder.

I don’t think we’re going
to have to worry about that anymore.

Just as I thought.

Smooth as silk, not a dent in it.

Are you sure?

Watch.

I don’t know why
I didn’t think of it before.

Mr. Lawrence made the point

that jasmine wood’s unusually soft.

If Dana’s head had bumped
hard enough to break the skin,

there would most certainly
be an indentation.

Okay, so who is the third party,

the one that clocked her
and killed Stevens?

And why was he killed?

Damn, it’s probably
right here in front of us.

Right in front of us.

No, it isn’t...

but it was.

I’m sorry, you’re losing me here.

Vincent, I think I'll know who it was

if the next two phone calls
turn out the way I expect.

Would you happen to have
lieutenant Rodino’s number?

Yeah, sure.

It’s 555...

7301.

Yes, lieutenant Rodino?

This is Jessica Fletcher.

I was wondering
if Vincent and I might stop by

and take a look
at those murder scene photos?

[knock on door]

Beer?

I knew it was only a matter of time

before you’d sink to something like this.

Oh, what, you’re offended ’cause

this isn’t as classy a crime
as insider trading?

Save the judgments, Hastings, okay?

You got the money?

Yeah, the whole 250,000.

But how’d you figure out
I was Ethan’s partner?

Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it, pal.

Listen, if we ever bump into each other

on Ipanema Beach,
I’ll tell you all about it.

You didn’t really think
I was gonna let you blackmail me, did you?

Couldn’t be any dumber than you thinking

you were gonna get away with murder.

Well, the only downside

is that you’re never
going to make it to Rio.

Neither are you, Hastings. Freeze.

Oh, good, lieutenant,

you couldn’t have dragged
that out a little longer.

I’m placing you under arrest

for the murder of Ethan Stevens.

You have the right to remain silent,

you got the right to an attorney.

I’d be happy to stipulate

that you read them to me, Gabe,

only it’ll never come to that.

I wouldn’t bet on it, Brucy.

Forensics just IDd the murder gun, Bruce.

Metallurgy tests revealed
the original numbers

from a case you tried five years ago.

You signed it out of the evidence locker
and you never put it back.

Which is one of the reasons
that you were so desperate

to get Vincent to accept a plea bargain.

Plus, we’ve been checking
with various banks.

So far we’ve confirmed

half a dozen of your accounts
between here and Florida.

Almost two million of the roughly eight

you took out of that insider deal.

How the hell did you make the connection?

It was rather fragile, Mr. Hastings.

One that didn’t come together

till I remembered Dana Ballard’s

description of Mr. Stevens office

the night of the murder
when she entered it

not realizing that you were there.

She said she saw a man’s hand bag.

I went right over to his desk,

I was about to pick up his desk lamp
to get the card key

and there was stuff leaning against it.

You know, papers, his bag, files.

And yet, I recall that
when I’d entered his office

the morning after the murder,

there was no men’s handbag on his desk.

She’s right, I double checked
those crime scene photos.

But when Vincent and I
visited your office,

I saw a leather handbag on your desk.

Mrs. Stevens confirmed that her husband

didn’t carry one, so it seemed most likely

that the one Dana saw was yours.

Oh, and then I recall seeing
Mr. Benson from Regitek

apparently heading for your office.

I didn’t think much about it then,

but later, it seemed to be a link.

You, Mr. Benson, and Ethan Stevens

and the insider trading in Regitek stock.

And I suppose that little wimp

caved in the moment you spoke to him.

How did you and Benson
get together anyway?

About six months ago, Benson gave us

a deposition in a design theft case,
that had something to do

with a revolutionary new chip
they were working on.

So you called your friend Ethan Stevens

and suggested that in exchange
for half the profits

you could let him in on something big,

with a proviso
that your name be kept out of it.

I figured Saul could be bought.

I was right.

And then Ethan told you

there might be an SCC investigation

and he might have to implicate you.

So you shot him and framed Dana Ballard.

Ethan didn’t simply
threaten to implicate me,

he demanded part of my share.

I arranged to meet him at his office.

I told him I’d bring the money.

We’re both members
of the downtown squash club

so I borrowed his keys
out of his locker and I made copies.

[Bruce] I arrived a few minutes early
and let myself in.

I was just putting my bag on the desk

and then the strangest thing happened.

The door opens and in
walks this young woman.

She comes right toward where I’m hiding.

I was beginning to panic

and suddenly...

Dana.

What the hell are you doing?

No, don’t.

[Bruce] I noticed the young woman’s blood

and I realized
I had a chance to frame her.

I wiped some on my glove

and smeared it
on the edge of Ethan’s desk.

And then I placed the gun in her hand,

squeezed the trigger,

fired a round into the wall.

Listen, Bruce, you know,

I’d be happy to defend you on this.

Of course, no plea bargains, you know.

This is actually one trial
I’d enjoy losing.

[Dana] And I’ve already started
my therapy, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, that’s wonderful, Dana.

The doctors say it may
take a couple years.

But by then she’ll have her college degree

and she can come work for me.

That’ll give Wanda some time to kick back,

travel, that sort of thing.

Too bad it’s gonna be so long.

I mean, there’s a big peace march

in Washington next week
that’s really got me jazzed up.

Jessica, did I tell you

my Vini was brilliant or what?

He solves the case, he gets the girl,

I mean, with a little help from you.

Wanda, would you zip it please?

Oh, just think what he’d be
if he’d only get a haircut.

Look like a regular person.

But no, no, he’s got to be different.

I don’t know where he gets it from.

I don’t know either, Wanda,
but I wouldn’t change a thing.