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[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Mr. Li, call the police.

Welcome to the inscrutable
Orient, Mrs. Fletcher.

I know that the goods
you reported lost in the fire

have been showing up
on the black market.

Is there any way
to trace the cyanide?

-In Hong Kong?
-I want that merger.

I’ll not be coerced
by your threats,

no matter how you
choose to deliver them.

I will accept no more
of your insults.

-Your dad will kill me.
-Stay away from her.

[tires screeching]

Oh, it’s fascinating.

-What?
-Everything.

The color, the energy.

It’s so unique,
and yet, it’s still British.

[laughing]

It reminds me of that
wonderful weekend

-We spent together in London.
-Mmm.

I’m sorry I took so long
to accept your invitation.

-Every time I made plans, I...
-I know.

I was just beginning to worry

that the Chinese communists were
going to get here before you.

Confidentially, so was I.

On to more important things.

There is something that you
absolutely have to see.

Oh, how exciting.

-Hello.
-Mr. Li.

-This is Mrs. Fletcher.
-Hi. My pleasure, Mrs. Fletcher.

Your first visit to our city?

Yes, it is, Mr. Li.

I just couldn’t let her miss

the finest jade in Hong Kong.

I saw mention in the newspaper

of your lecturing
at the university.

I have something
that I just acquired

that I know
you will appreciate.

It’s a necklace
in the deepest imperial green.

Jessica, remember,
you’re in the Orient.

You’re expected to bargain.

-Watch me.
-Excuse me, ma’am.

There’s a phone call
from Mr. Dunbar’s office.

They say it’s important;
it’s on the car phone.

-Thank you, chin. I’ll be right back.
-All right.

[Li] Right over here,
Mrs. Fletcher.

It happens that
you’re in Hong Kong

at just the right time.
I received a...

...flawlessly crafted
in the finest Burmese jade.

[tires screeching]

Mr. Li, call the police!

On your demand for
two additional board members,

I must categorically refuse.

Refuse...

is about all you
seem to do, Mr. Dunbar.

You are a very stubborn man.

House of Dunbar has survived
for over a century, Mr. Kaun.

I’m not gonna give it away now.

We’re trying to negotiate
a merger, not a takeover.

[phone rings]

I told you no calls.

It’s for you.

-Jessica Fletcher.
-Hello.

Brian? Look, I’m sorry.
This is an emergency.

I don’t know how to tell you this,

but it appears that
Emma has been kidnapped.

Please go on.

When?

How did it happen?

Jessica, if you haven’t
already called the police--

Well, of course
we’ve called them.

I don’t know how to say this,

but the fact is,

it could cost Emma her life.

But, Brian, I don’t understand.

I’m sorry, Jessica.

You don’t know Hong Kong.

Well, they’re already here.
I don’t know what to say.

It’s all right, Jessica.

Need I keep reminding you,

it was House of Dunbar that
initiated these negotiations.

Hoping they’d be
of mutual benefit.

They can be,

but only if you are realistic.

[phone rings]

Yes.

Yes.

We have your wife.

If you want her back
alive, listen carefully,

and don’t interrupt.

I understand.

I’m sorry, I’ll have
to break this up.

An emergency.

A final word, Mr. Dunbar.

A reminder--
time is running out.

The takeover of Hong Kong by
the People’s Republic of China

is fast approaching.

The political and economic
climate in this city

is more dangerous every day.

You need our connection in Beijing

far more than we need
the House of Dunbar.

Good day... gentlemen.

Brian Dunbar becomes
more difficult every day.

What is it, Brian?

I need $200,000
in small bills, and quickly.

How long have you
known Emma Dunbar?

Oh, about eight years.

We met at a UNESCO
art festival in Paris.

And do you paint
plates, too, Mrs. Fletcher?

Paint plates?

Inspector, Mrs. Dunbar
is one of the finest

ceramic artists in the world.

I meant
no disrespect, ma’am.

Inspector, I don’t
think that’s true.

How about
partially true?

I mean, your attitude.

Is it, like Brian Dunbar,

you’d rather that
I hadn’t called the police?

Quite the opposite,
Mrs. Fletcher.

The trouble is, we hardly
ever get called in

on these cases.
-These cases?

You mean this sort
of thing is commonplace?

Kidnapping members of
the privileged class

has become something of
a cottage industry in Hong Kong,

and most ritualistic.

You see, as far as
certain elements

in this part of the world are concerned,
life comes kind of cheap,

and as money doesn’t
seem to matter very much

to the victims’ families
or associates...

they keep the police out of it,

they pay the ransom, they get
their people back alive and well.

It’s a bit of a game
both sides agree to play.

The kidnappers usually
keep their ransom demands

pretty much within
what their victims can afford.

But doesn’t that just
encourage more kidnapping?

Welcome to the inscrutable
Orient, Mrs. Fletcher.

No need to worry, ma’am.

Chances are, even as we speak,

the ransom money’s being paid,

and Mrs. Dunbar
is safely on her way home.

Mark delivered the ransom

according to instructions, Sir.

Sure, Inspector,
they’ll give you statements,

but neither Chang
nor Emma saw anything

that will help.

Look, as far as
I’m concerned, it’s over.

Emma!

I’m so relieved you’re safe.

Not as relieved as I.

I am fine, Jessica.

Would you like
some tea and sandwiches?

What is it?

You’ll have to forgive me.

It’s gonna take me
a little time

to get used to the way
things work around here.

I mean, you’re all
behaving as if

she’d just taken
a little walk in the park.

Inspector McLaughlin
told me he’d explained

the routine to you.

Again, Jessica,
I apologize

for the way I spoke
on the phone.

Oh, it’s quite understandable,
under the circumstances.

I’m just relieved that I didn’t
make things any worse.

You mentioned that
the merger talks

with this... this Kaun fellow

were going very badly.

Jessica, if you’re suggesting
Kaun has anything to do

-With my kidnapping...
-What I’m suggesting is,

that it’s very hard
to get to the facts

without a police
investigation.

Emma, I’ve thought
from the start

that this could be Kaun’s way
of escalating the pressure.

I know he’s got a reputation as
a tough businessman,

but "Thug" might be
a more apt description,

and that goes for
his son, as well.

That could explain
our mysterious warehouse fires.

I just cannot accept that.

Why not, Emma?

Because I think
I understand Kaun.

He may be a ruthless
businessman, but a criminal?

No.

When is your next
meeting with him?

Nothing’s been scheduled
as far as I’m concerned.

Brian, dear.

[sighs]

All right, darling.

Set another meeting
for tomorrow at 2:00.

Right.

Well, I am for taking
a little nap

before we start
dressing for tonight.

Oh, you must need it, Emma.

And I’m so looking forward to
seeing April before tonight.

We’re very proud of
our little daughter, Jessica.

I’m sure you are.

-See you later.
-Yes.

Have a good rest, Emma.

Excuse me, Brian.

The Kauns can’t meet with us
until 3:30 tomorrow afternoon.

Good enough.

Mark, if I were you,
I wouldn’t call attention

to those warehouse fires.

After all, we know it wasn’t
Kaun who was responsible.

You have some other theories?

I have friends in Shanghai.

I know that the goods
you reported lost in the fire

have been showing up
on the black market.

I also know that you’ve been
paying off gambling debts in Macao.

If you know all that,

what’s, uh,
keeping you quiet?

Discretion.

Fear of screwing up
the merger talks

even more than
they are now.

And, Mark, if there is
any sort of investigation,

I’ve already booby-trapped
enough computer data

so there’ll be no doubt
where the goodies have gone.

Jessica, come in.

Emma, you look lovely.

Thank you.

Are you feeling all right?

-I’m feeling fine.
-Good.

Brian and I talked,
and we both agree

we cannot allow anyone
to think we were intimidated.

I have a feeling I’d have to spend
a great deal more time

in this part of the world
to get used to your customs.

Somebody else, perhaps,

but you, I know how
your mind works.

Two weeks, and you would
have it absolutely cold.

Thanks. That is a beautiful
evening suit.

Do you like it?
Nice, isn’t it?

From the House of Dunbar
new ready-to-wear line.

Louise has made
our woman’s apparel

the most profitable division,

and she expects to flood
Europe with these Styles.

Judging from that,
I’d say she might succeed.

Have you lost something?

I can’t find my car key.

I’m always losing
keys the same way.

Oh, well, we won’t
need it tonight.

We better hurry. Otherwise,
we’ll miss April’s performance.

Pretty girl from Kowloon

gotta break the rules

pretty girl from Kowloon

no way she’ll
mind the store

knows there’s
no tomorrow

already at the door

she didn’t make the rules

no way that she’d complain

the game’s not the same

anymore

oh, no, the game’s

not the same anymore

anymore

anymore

anymore

April Dunbar.

Dad.

Jessica!

How good to see you!

You, too.
You’re a real performer!

-Want something?
-Orange juice.

-Orange juice, please.
-Yes, Sir.

Jessica, it seems like forever

since that wonderful
visit to Cabot Cove.

Well, you must
come back again soon.

Emma tells me that you
want to go into Musical Comedy.

[laughs]
Passionately.

Assuming she doesn’t
allow her other passions

to interfere.

I was so lucky to get this job
when I’m still at University.

There’s no experience
like performing

in front of a paying audience.

Excuse me, I have to
get ready for my next set.

Of course.

Bye.

She’s lovely.

Oh, what do you know?

-What is it?
-My car key.

I must’ve left it in
this purse the other night.

-David.
-Sh.

-David!
-My dad will kill me.

You make him into
such an ogre, David.

He doesn’t even look at me.
He takes aim instead.

Well, if you’d only
make more of an effort.

I make an effort every day
at the negotiating table.

The man’s got a mindset.

He wears blinders.

David, we can’t stop trying.

He’s under a lot
of stress, you know.

All the changes
that have been going on.

If you think that’s all it is,

you’re kidding yourself.

Oh, David, I could not
stand to lose you.

So let’s just give it
a little more time, all right?

Okay.

Daddy.

Well, I have to get
back onstage.

I’ll see you later, right?

Right.

I love my daughter very much.

I won’t allow her to be hurt.

Stay away from her.

Oh, this is fascinating.

It’s so beautifully done.

Help yourself. I always make
extras to send out as samples.

This one

you will see at
the banquet hall tonight.

The figure is a kind
of Feng Shui.

Keeps evil spirits away.

Well, I’m all for that.

Listen, you’re busy.

You don’t need to drive
me to the University.

Chang can do it,
or I can take a cab.

Nonsense. It will
work out perfectly.

I have to stop by
the museum anyway.

Then I’m coming
straight home

to help Brian with
his speech for tonight.

Chang can pick you up later.

All right.

Will you excuse me
for a moment?

I want to dictate a memo
before I forget.

When you are writing,
and I quote my publisher,

"a definitive book," you
have to save all the gems.

I’ve been there, believe me.

Only now are we beginning
to appreciate

the ceramics of
the Tang Dynasty.

The figure of Lothar
measures 47 inches

and to fire such a piece of clay
without cracking it,

would be a triumph
even for a 21st-century ceramist.

Opinion?

Oh, definitely Definitive.

Actually, I do some of my best thinking
behind the wheel of this car.

[horn honking]

[exclaiming in Chinese]

And some of
my best swearing.

[chuckles]

Fortunately, the dialect
is quite obscure.

[Kaun] Perhaps you can clarify
something for me.

Are you speaking for the House
of Dunbar, Mr. Tower, or--

I’m here to speak
for myself, Mr. Kaun.

To me, you and
young Mr. Kaun

represent the future
of Hong Kong,

and, uh, I wanna be
a part of it.

No matter how things
go this afternoon

between you and Brian,
I want you to understand

that the Kauns can
count on having a friend

who will do all
he can to help.

Thank you, Mr. Tower.

You’re, uh...

you’re very welcome.

Gentlemen.

You’re not gonna deal
with him, are you?

Never take your eyes off
a desperate man, David.

[speaking Chinese]

Emma Dunbar was kidnapped?

According to my sources,
for a brief time yesterday.

I’ll do all I can.

Business is business, my son.

-Good morning, Chang.
-Good morning, ma’am.

Would you pick up Mrs. Fletcher
at the University at 2:30?

Yes, Madam.

-How are you feeling?
-Much better, thank you.

Chang, before the kidnapping
yesterday morning,

did you at any time see
that black sedan following us?

I know that you’re
worried about retaliation.

I promise to be discreet.

I didn’t see
anyone following us.

When did you first know that
we were going to the Jade Shop?

At the mansion.

Mrs. Dunbar told me
when she ordered the car.

Was there anyone else close by
who might have overheard?

I wouldn’t know.

I was in the garage.
She phoned me from the house.

Mrs. Fletcher, I would
rather not say any more.

I understand.

Hong Kong at
this time of year,

you should always
carry an umbrella

when you leave Victoria Peak.

Rain often falls in the city,
but not at the Peak.

That is because
the clouds are so low.

I’ll remember that.

Unfortunately,
I must remind you once again.

These negotiations
are not open-ended.

Mr. Kaun, I’ll not be
coerced by your threats,

no matter how you choose
to deliver them.

What are you implying,
Mr. Dunbar?

I think you know very well
what I’m implying.

I’m a businessman,
pure and simple.

I will accept no more
of your insults.

David.

Mr. Dunbar, this is
our final offer.

You have until
tomorrow noon,

at which time
the negotiations are terminated.

If it’s more of the same,
we’re finished right now.

Mr. Dunbar...

father, since we have
another day,

it would be most
improvident not to use it.

Now, may I suggest,
if only for appearance sake,

it would be best if we attended
the banquet as planned.

You sure you want such a man
for a father-in-law?

Thank you, Chang.

You’re welcome.

And in addition to
our company’s anniversary,

-We have something else to celebrate.
-What’s that, Brian?

Louise has just made
the most enormous sale

of our company’s
new ready-to-wear line

to one of the biggest
wholesalers in Europe.

That’s wonderful, Louise.

Monsieur Ravel is
an impossible man to deal with.

Now you tell us
how you managed that.

Time. Paul’s a night person,

so I took advantage of it
by nailing him

at the crack of Dawn when he was
still groggy and vulnerable.

[laughter]
-Well, it’s time.

Where’s Mark?

He’s taking his own car.

I trust that you’re here
in an unofficial capacity, inspector.

Thankfully, yes.

Perhaps it’s better you didn’t
tell Brian, Mrs. Fletcher,

but because you called us,
we’ve got a lead.

A merchant has given us
a pretty good description

of one of Emma’s abductors.

If it should come back
to harm the Dunbars,

I would feel responsible.

I’m sure you only did what you
thought was best, Mrs. Fletcher.

[April] Jessica.

I’d like you to meet Mr. Kaun
and my friend David, his son.

And this is
Mrs. Fletcher.

How do you do,
Mr. Kaun? David.

Are you enjoying
Hong Kong, Mrs. Fletcher?

It’s been eventful.

It’s an exciting city,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Anything can happen.

She is wonderful.

Thanks.

Sorry, Brian. I had
some personal business.

She’s beautiful, and
she would be an ideal wife, David,

especially if
there is a merger.

Trust me.

He will never permit her
to marry a Kaun.

We’ll see about that.

Greetings, my friends.

This occasion marks
the 110th anniversary

of the founding of
the House of Dunbar.

Now, it has been our custom,

always in the past,

at the beginning of each
of our anniversary dinners,

to serve a century egg,

symbolizing both
our ties to the past,

and our faith in the future.

Now, each of you
should have received one.

So, please, everybody,
enjoy yourselves.

Thank you.

Thank you, darling.

Jessica, did you know that
the tradition of the century egg

goes back at least
a couple of thousand years?

So I’ve read.

In the old days, they used to
bury the eggs a century or more.

Well, how old are these eggs?

Well, let’s just say everything’s
been speeded up a little.

But there’s still
a traditional way to eat them.

Oh, I was sure there was.

Well, as you see, the egg
has been divided into fourths.

You take a little Ginger,

and dip it into the lime juice,

lay it onto the egg,

and then...

what do you think?

Um... it’s different.

You know, the Chinese...

[coughs]
have a marvelous...

a marvelous...
[gasps] way...

Brian!

There is a smell of
burnt almonds on his breath.

I’m afraid Emma Dunbar
is the big winner here.

Get me a search warrant
for the Dunbar mansion.

We’re waiting on
the Coroner now

for the official
cause of death.

I suggest you all go home
and we’ll call you if we need you.

Inspector, you think that my husband
was poisoned, don’t you?

I can’t comment
on that yet, Emma.

Does anyone know where
Mark tower is?

Are you gonna
be all right?

Yes.

Good night.

Well, David, an important night
for the Kauns, I’d say.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

Emma Dunbar should be a lot
easier to deal with than Brian.

I’ll be in touch.

One moment, please.

It’s Kai Kaun.

You don’t have to
talk to him now--

I’ll take it.

Yes.

My condolences, Mrs. Dunbar.

-Thank you.
-I realize

this is an awkward time
to conduct business,

but I have no choice.

[sighs heavily]

I regret I must withdraw
my final offer.

Mr. Kaun.

As I’m sure you understand,

given the unfortunate
events this evening,

the value of
the House of Dunbar

has greatly diminished.

I do understand, Mr. Kaun.

Please give us a few days
to assess our situation.

I’m sure we can come up
with an offer

that will be worthy
of your attention.

I think you should know

that there is at least
one enemy

within your own firm.

Can you give me
any more information?

I don’t think
it would be appropriate

to talk about it now.

I appreciate
your phone call, Mr. Kaun.

Thank you.

Just so that you know
where I stand,

I want that merger.

I am not talking
about surrender.

I am talking about
compromise,

and inducing Kaun
to compromise as well.

Good enough.

If there’s anything I can do
to help, personally, I mean.

No, thank you.

I just think I’ll
go upstairs and...

brave lady.

Incredible.

If she had prepared
herself ahead of time,

she couldn’t be
handling it any better.

You have a devious
mind, Mr. Tower.

Come on.

Hasn’t the same thought
crossed yours?

No. She loved him.

But if I was gonna titillate
myself with the obvious,

there’s a much
better way to go.

A thief and a smuggler,
afraid of being found out.

Now there’s a suspect
to conjure with.

Louise, go to hell.

[Emma weeping]

Mother.

I miss him so much.

I know.

I know.

The merchant picked him
out of the lineup

without a moment’s
hesitation.

I’m afraid it doesn’t
ring any bells, Inspector.

I really never got
a good look at their faces.

You sure you’re not
suffering from

a touch of selective
memory, Mrs. Fletcher?

Inspector McLaughlin,

we all take our chances.

I apparently took one of mine
and a few of the Dunbars’

when I notified you
of the kidnapping.

Look, I didn’t mean
to get your back up.

Well, you certainly succeeded.

If I’d known who
this person was,

believe me, I would
have told you.

No matter.
With any luck,

now the fellow knows
he’s been made,

maybe we’ll get
something out of him.

I’m still curious about
how the kidnappers knew

that we were going
to the Jade Shop.

The coroner’s findings,
and the lab report on Brian.

Your hunch on the odor
of the burnt almonds was correct.

He was killed with
a highly concentrated cyanide,

ingested at the table.

However, according to the lab report,
and here’s the puzzler,

the cyanide, and also,
a trace of sugar,

was in Brian’s lime juice,

but nothing else at the table.

But as I recall,
everybody’s lime juice

was poured from
the same pitcher.

That was my impression, too.

And there’s no explanation
for the sugar, either.

Is there any way
to trace the cyanide?

In Hong Kong?
In the old walled city,

anyone can buy anything
for the right price.

How about fingerprints?

Were there any on
Brian’s lime juice dish?

None that were useable
on any of the pieces.

The staff wiped them clean
as they were laying them out.

As I said,
I’ve looked at this

from one end
to the other.

Is there anything particular
you’re looking for?

I’m not sure, Inspector.

Perhaps an anomaly
of some sort.

It’s pre-edited, Mrs. Fletcher,

but it’s all the tape we have.

[Jessica] Well, that
confirms it, of course.

The lime juice did all come
from the same pitcher.

And as you notice, no one’s hands
got anywhere near Brian’s dish.

Mm-hmm.

Could you run it back to
Brian’s place setting

-Before anything was served?
-Sure. Why?

Well, it seems to me that
the poison must already have been

in Brian’s dish
while it was still empty.

I’d like to see
the close-up of the dish

just before the lime juice
is poured.

No poison, I’m afraid.

Clean and shiny,
just like the others.

[phone rings]

McLaughlin.

I’m on my way.

My search warrant for the mansion
seems to have paid off.

This is one of
yours, isn’t it?

Could be.

It came from
right over there.

But that’s not what makes it special.
This powder does.

It’s highly concentrated cyanide,

exactly like the cyanide
that killed Brian.

I have no idea
how it got there.

We’ve known each other
a long time, Emma.

Why don’t you make it
easy on yourself?

I loved my husband.

I did not poison him.

Inspector, this studio
is never locked.

Anyone could have
planted that bag in here.

Yes, I’m well aware of that,
Mrs. Fletcher.

But nevertheless,
I’m sorry, Emma,

but I think we had better
go downtown

where we can
talk this through.

Emma’s fingerprints
are all over the glassine bag.

Well, that’s hardly
surprising.

Anyone who had wanted
to frame Emma

would have an abundance
of glassine bags to choose from.

But, Inspector,
I came down here

to look at the tape again.

Haven’t we been there?

Well, we haven’t looked
at the beginning.

Now, we can both spare
five minutes.

I called the Kowloon
video company,

and they said they’d
done a color balance test

earlier in the afternoon.

Still fishing, are we?

Well, not quite.

I checked
the dining room staff.

Now, they took
a two-hour midday break.

I think I know
how the poisoning was done.

May I?

Now, you see how
those warrior figures

are all upright with
their heads pointing towards us?

Yeah. So?

Remember, that was the footage
shot earlier in the day.

This is the evening footage.

Look at the position of
the warrior design

on Brian’s
lime juice dish now.

Evidently, some time after
2:03, the dishes were switched.

And the new dish,

placed with the head of
the warrior figure

no longer pointing towards
us, but to the right.

Mrs. Fletcher,
isn’t it possible

that someone on the staff
simply rotated the same dish?

Well, of course,
it’s possible, but why?

The settings
were all in place.

There’d be no reason to
touch that particular piece.

On the other hand,
there would’ve been

no problem getting
a second dish.

Emma had extras
in her studio.

And the second dish
would be the one

from which Brian was poisoned.

Assuming that the cyanide
was already in the dish

-When the lime juice was poured.
-Exactly.

So... where’s the poison?

We both know cyanide
is very soluble in water.

Only a few drops would be needed
to dissolve a lethal dose.

The water would have
evaporated.

Not if a glaze
were put over it.

I’m not talking about
ceramic glazes,

which I know very little about,
but something very simple.

Sugar. The lab report
mentioned sugar.

Exactly. A sugar glaze.

The kind you can find
in any cookbook.

When the lime juice
was poured,

the glaze would have dissolved
instantly, and released the poison.

Mrs. Fletcher, you’re making
my case against Emma Dunbar.

I mean, when you start
talking about glazes,

and applying them to ceramic dishes,
that’s Emma’s specialty.

I’ll see you later,
Inspector.

You better take
an umbrella, Mrs. Fletcher.

Our usual afternoon shower.

Our usual afternoon showers.

Of course. That’s it.

Would you have Kai Kaun’s
telephone number, Inspector?

Well...

Mrs. Fletcher.

[receiver being lifted]

I don’t see how I can
possibly help you,

nor do I have
any desire to do so.

Please, Mr. Kaun,
bear with me

for one question.

Tell me why you were unable
to meet with Brian

at 2:00 yesterday
as he requested.

David made
that appointment.

He’s on the line.

I heard that question,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you, David.

Thank you very much.

Inspector, Emma did not
kill Brian.

I think I know who did,
but proving it

is going to be
something else again.

May I speak to Emma?

I assume it’s important.

Yes, Inspector,
it’s very important.

[footsteps]

[car door opens]

Jessica, what brings you here?

Just picking up
Emma’s dictation.

I thought it might help her
to pass the time in jail.

Really? What a coincidence.

-Oh?
-Yes, Emma just called.

She wants me
to take the tape.

Oh, don’t worry
about it, Louise.

I’ll see Emma
in the morning--

Jessica, play the tape
for me, would you?

-But why?
-Please play the tape.

I saw you listening to it.

I saw you rewind it when
you first caught sight of me.

Why is it so imperative
that you hear the tape?

Just play it.

Is it because your voice
is on it,

talking to Paul ravel
in Paris

at 7:30 in the morning there,
but 2:30 Hong Kong time?

Telling Mr. Ravel not to
worry about the price,

that you would soon be
setting the prices?

The police have verified
the call, Louise,

made on your
cellular phone.

[gun cocks]
-Give me the tape.

Without you and this damn tape,
there’s no evidence at all.

Miss Walton.

You’re under arrest for
the murder of Brian Dunbar.

I knew that Brian
was determined to merge with

the Chinese company before
the People’s Republic took over,

if not Kaun, then someone else,

and I’d be replaced with
a Chinese counterpart,

left out in the cold.

So you decided to kill
both Brian and frame Emma.

Without them, the board
had no choice

but to put me in
the position I have deserved

for so long...

running the House of Dunbar.

You know, Louise,

I think that you misjudged
Emma and Brian.

I’m certain that they would’ve
treated you very generously.

And as to that tape
in Emma’s car,

you may recall that
I never once said

that there was
anything on it.

You mean...

It was blank.

You incriminated yourself.

Okay, Jessica,

how and what?

Oh, little things.

I realized how important
time must’ve been

to the killer.

I mean, first,
there was the meeting time

on the afternoon
of the murder.

Brian had asked Louise
to set an appointment

with Kai Kaun for 2 o'clock.

Louise reported back
that the Kauns

couldn’t make the meeting
until 3:30,

but when I asked David
about it,

he said that there had been
no mention of a 2 o'clock meeting.

I wasn’t aware of any
2 o'clock meeting, Mrs. Fletcher.

Louise told us that the Dunbars
would meet us at 3:30.

Now that indicated
Louise had an agenda of her own,

and a place that
she wanted to be at 2 o'clock.

[Jessica] I remembered the confusion
about Emma’s Rolls-Royce key

that she thought she’d lost,

which then turned up
in her purse at the nightclub,

suggesting that Louise had borrowed it

to make a duplicate,
so that she could

drive the Rolls
to the murder scene,

instead of her own car.

She then returned to
the mansion in time

to leave with everyone else
for Kaun’s office.

Several things told me
that the Rolls

was in central Hong Kong
yesterday afternoon.

[Jessica] Earlier today, I remembered

what Chang had told me
about the rain

that falls on Hong Kong,

but not on Victoria Peak.

Everything on
Victoria Peak was dry

when Chang drove me home
from the University,

except the Rolls, which had
obviously been caught in

the afternoon rain
downtown.

I also remember
the yellow paint smudge

on the left front tire.

And that evening,

I noticed that the curb
outside the banquet hall

had been newly painted.

The clincher came
when you told me

that they had finished
painting that curb

at about 2:30
in the afternoon,

putting the Rolls
at the murder scene

at just about the right time

for Louise
to plant the poison.

I thought you’d
be interested, Mrs. Fletcher.

Mark Tower was arrested
half an hour ago

on the Macao Ferry
with $200,000 in marked bills,

definitely linking him
to the kidnapping.

He confessed that
he was gonna use the money

to pay off
some gambling debts.

I’m looking forward
to a bright future.

So do I, Mrs. Dunbar.

I’d call it kind of
a double merger.