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[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Phil Sparling hired me to find his wife.

I didn't get the impression that
she was brought here against her will.

You stole it from me.
You give it back to me.

Money? What money?

You haven't even come close

to being straight with me.

The lady is off limits.

There's nothing wrong with my husband.

The hotel, I lost half of it.

My mom's gotta be ready to kill him.

I can lay my hands on the money.

You were had by the lady.

If I hadn't shown up,
they might've killed you.

They still might.

She's a professional assassin.

[woman] Phil, darling,

I wish there was a nicer way
to tell you this,

but it's over.

I guess it has been for a long time.

There isn't much more that I can say,

except by the time you hear this,

Graham and I will be long gone.

Anyway, Phil, I hope someday

you'll find it in your heart to--

Sure, I will.

[line ringing]

-Hello?
-Murray?

-Yes.
-It's Phil Sparling.

I need a bird dog who's not real smart,

won't ask a lot of questions.
You know what I mean?

Jessica, it's Melanie Venable.

Oh, hello, Melanie.

I'm terribly sorry to be a bother,

but I just have to talk
to you about Hilton.

-Melanie, I--
-Jessica, please...

tell me the truth, now.

Do you think the boy
has any talent at all?

Look, I can't answer that question

because I haven't had a chance
to read his manuscript yet.

-If you'll excuse me--
-If only he would pursue sensible goals.

-He is such a trial.
-Um, Mrs. Venable--

I'd hoped that our coming out here would--

Mrs. Venable, Mrs. Fletcher
and I have an engagement.

Oh, of course.

Well, thank you, Jessica.
I know you'll be honest.

Wow.

Jessica, if you ever thought

that running a hotel,
even in paradise, would be fun,

Between dealing with the guests,

redecorating, and Maurice's gambling,

I can't tell you how good
Cabot Cove looks to me now.

Maurice? I thought he'd stopped.

I did, too. Seems to be worse than ever.

However, that is my problem.

Oh, dear. I'll just be
a couple of minutes.

Oh, perfect. I've got
a couple of things to do downstairs.

-Jeff.
-Mother.

Sorry, the sink drain is clogged in 214.

Um, is your father around?

Not that I've noticed.

Ooh, must be wonderful

to see everything in such
vivid black and white.

Well, one thing's for sure,

I didn't inherit any talent
for facing the truth

from your side of the family.

-Martinique.
-What do you mean, Martinique?

You know, down in the West Indies.

Are you sure this time?

Hey, look, Mr. Sparling,

the yacht is moored off-shore.

I saw it on my way in from the airport.

-[knocking at door]
-Yeah?

Uh, it's maintenance, Mr. Garrett.

Come on, Garrett, you told me
they're everywhere

from Yucatan to Belize.

And then last week you were dead sure

that they were in Miami.

And then what? Barbados?

Uh, I understand the sink's clogged?

That should be the worst of my problems.

Look, pal, in exactly 45 minutes,

there's a plane that goes to Chicago.

No, no, no, go for it.
But I want to hear from you

the second that you've spotted my wife.

And no later than tomorrow. You got it?

Right.

[cell phone ringing]

Yes?

Martinique.

Where on the island?

The Hotel Deux Perroquets.

Got it.

Okay, I will see your raise,

and I will double it.

You have frightened me
away, Monsieur Farrow.

I will call you, Graham.
Will you accept this?

[Graham] It's your decision, Maurice.

Four jacks.

[Graham clears throat]

I'm afraid that my straight flush

beats your four jacks.

Maurice, you could have lost to someone

who wasn't so fond of you.

We better get back.
The ladies will be waiting.

Gentlemen.

Pardon. Captain.

He passed through airport
customs a short while ago.

Garrett. Passport, U.S.

as you can see, Interpol lists him

as a private investigator from Chicago.

[both speaking French]

[Dorie] Lauren, you know
you don't have to like me.

It's just that since, you know,
Graham and your husband

seem to be hitting it off,

it might make things a lot easier

if we tried to get along,

At least just for the few weeks

that we're gonna be down here.

Am I right, Jessica?

I'd really rather you left me out of this.

You're right, Dorie.

There you go.

Oh, and one other thing.

I think I've got a pretty good idea

of where you were coming from just now.

I mean, besides New England.

I figure, what it is,

is I kind of, like, threaten you.

'Cause I actually left my husband

instead of, you know, thinking about it.

You know I'm on the money,
don't you, Jessica?

-Mrs. Sparling--
-It's all right, Jessica.

You're mistaken about Maurice and me.

[door opens] Ladies, hi.

Sorry we're late.

Maurice, what is it?

The cards.

I have rotten luck.

The hotel,

I lost half of it.

Maurice, no.

What he means is that...

we're not just friends anymore.

We're partners.

Madame, hotel registration is over here.

Ah, good evening. May I help you?

Yes, my name is Norma Willens.

I have a reservation.

Of course. Miss Willens.

Thank you.

[clears throat]

Is this our mail, Hilton?

Uh, yes, mother.

Everything okay, Jessica?

It was absolutely delicious, Jeff.

Be sure to give the chef my compliments.

[man] Hey, what does a guy
have to do around here

to get a well-done cheeseburger?

Put this back on the fire till it
stops moving, will you?

Charlie? Charlie Garrett?

Jessica!

What in the world are you doing here?

You writing another book?

Not this time. This is purely R&R.

I didn't even bring my laptop.

And you? What about you?

Monsieur Garrett, I must speak with you.

Madame Fletcher, pardon.

Captain St. Denis.

Monsieur Garrett, just exactly what
brings you to Martinique?

Scuba diving.

Room 208, Charlie.

Gotcha.

This way, please.

[sighs]

Can you believe it?

My dad lost half interest in the hotel.

God, my mom's gotta be ready to kill him,

if I don't do it first.

Jeff, yelling at your father,

it isn't going to change anything.

Yeah, well it'll make me
feel a lot better.

[scoffs]

Listen, after you get off,

can we have a beer?

I've got to finish an assignment

and get it off in tomorrow's mail.

Colette, it's been almost a month.

-I told you--
-Oh, right.

We'll be an item again when I decide

that being 2,000 miles
from nowhere is wonderful.

Jeff! Just because you're
angry with your parents...

[telephone ringing] it isn't necessary

to reject everything
they've worked so hard for.

[ringing continues]

Charlie, if I had to guess,

I'd say about the closest you ever
came to scuba diving

would be a mcfish sandwich.

Ha! I don't think
I fooled that cop, either.

-Sit down.
-Anyway...

Phil Sparling hired me to find his wife,

who was kidnapped by this guy Farrow.

Dorie Sparling?

Wait a minute, you've seen her?

Yes. I certainly didn't get the impression

that she was brought here
against her will.

Really? Well, by looking at her picture,

she doesn't strike me
as the type that would run around.

I mean, maybe she was
putting on an act for your benefit.

Well, I suppose it's possible.

Or did you notice whether or not

she was under sedation?

Or did you see a guard,
or anything like that?

Well, no, not really.

I mean, there was a young man
on the boat, but--

Well, then, that's it.

Charlie, what does
Mr. Sparling expect of you

if you find her?

He wants me to check out
how tight the security is,

bring her back to Chicago myself.

If not, I mean, he doesn't want me

to pull any Crimson Pirate
stuff or anything.

I don't suppose you'd want
to alert the police?

Right. Uh, that's exactly
what Sparling figured.

Wait a minute.

You don't suppose that Mrs. Sparling

did one of those mental
flip-flops, do you?

You know, like that, um,
that newspaper heiress,

the one who got brainwashed
into robbing banks

by the guys who grabbed her?

Or, Charlie...

I mean, is it possible

that there's some kind of miscommunication

between you and your client?

Oh, no, no. He was very clear about that.

I mean, it occurred to me

that he may have an agenda of his own.

You and I both know that
I've bought into that before.

Anyway, I'll keep you posted, okay?

[chuckles]

Mr. Farrow, I have not seen

Mr. or Mrs. Delagre all morning.

It's really a shame

the way they've allowed
this place to deteriorate.

They work very hard.

Colette, you needn't make excuses for us.

-Lauren--
-The door is over there, Mr. Farrow.

Look, you made your feelings
abundantly clear last night.

But, frankly, I think
you ought to feel fortunate.

Now there are two of us
to worry about Maurice's problems.

There's nothing wrong with my husband.

Okay. But understand that I intend

on protecting my investment.

I'm having some papers drawn up

to formalize our arrangement.

[telephone ringing]

His investment.

Hello, Hotel Deux Perroquets.
May I help you?

Mrs. Delagre, I am sorry to bother you,

but it's the lady in 112,
and she's pretty upset.

She wants to speak to you.

I can't deal with it now.

Bienvenue, Madame.

Thank you [speaks French]

Oh, I'm sorry.

Can't you watch where you're going?

Look, lady, it wasn't
as if I did it on purpose.

Well...

Mrs. Sparling?

Have we met?

I've, uh... I've seen your pictures...

in the Chicago Society pages.

No kidding.

Yeah, that's where I'm from.

Well, what a small world.

Yeah, really.

Um, look, would you like to, uh...

I mean, maybe you got time
to have something cool to drink?

Oh, um, well...

sure.

[Charlie] Hey, do you see
all these palm trees

and birds and stuff?

We're a hell of a long way
from Chicago, aren't we?

Dorie Sparling's right.

I'm not all that far away from Cabot Cove

and my look-the-other-way upbringing.

Somehow, it worked for my mother.

Well, don't be too sure.

I mean, your mother paid the price

with her chronic back pain, remember?

And here I am, pretending that Maurice

is still the same man
you introduced me to.

The dashing UN attache

[knock on door] who swept me off my feet.

Mom. Jessica.

Oh, hi, Jeff.

I just finished checking the roof.

Another storm, we won't
have enough buckets on the island

to catch all the leaks.

Oh, dear.

-Jessica, bonjour.
-Bonjour.

Jeffrey. Darling.

You know, what happened yesterday

may turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

I have just spoke with Graham Farrow,

and he has agreed to put up
the money for a new roof,

as well as other repairs
that has to be made.

Oh, that's terrific.
Maybe if you lose more to him,

he'll build us a whole new hotel.

Jeff, don't talk to your father like that.

Oh, it's very liberating, mother.

You ought to try it sometime.

[laughing]

You're staring again.

Right. I'm sorry.

You were about to tell me

what high school you went to.

Hillside Park.

[laughing] I can't believe this.

You, too?

The White Sox, onion rings,

the blue note... it's incredible.

Couple of more, will you?

So tell me, what brings you
down here to the...

What do you call it, the windward islands?

I mean, was it your idea, or...

What?

Buster, I don't know who the hell you are,

but the lady is off-limits.

Yeah.

Mr. Garrett, have a nice day
in Martinique.

I am sorry to cut in, Mrs. Donohue.

I think I have cleared your line.

Oh, this decrepit equipment.

I can't wait to replace it.

Here's the rest of
your fax, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you very much, Colette.

Excuse me, I need some stamps.

Oh, yes. Here you go.

I told miss willens
about the books you write.

She says she's read some of them.
She's a schoolteacher.

Really? So was I. What do you teach?

Um, high school.

So much for trying to make nice.

Well, I'm more annoyed
by these notes from my editor,

which I fully intend to
ignore until I get home.

Mr. Venable, the reason
I have not responded

to any of your telephone messages is,

I am not interested. Is that clear?

Of course, Miss Willens.
Perhaps later, then?

Excuse me.

Hilton Augustus Venable,
have you absolutely no shame?

Oh, Hilton, I've been
looking all over for you.

-I enjoyed reading your story.
-You did?

Yes, I did. I took the liberty

of making a few notes for you,

and I gave you the names
of some literary magazines.

I think that if you take a slightly
different tack on it,

you might be able to sell it
to one of the magazines.

Jessica, I can't tell you how much...

-Mother, Jessica likes my writing.
-That's lovely.

Hilton, I must have a word with you.

Yes, mother.

Perfectly lovely.

What is it, mother?

Well, we have the family name to consider.

Oh, God, mother, the family name
hasn't meant squat

since before the civil war.

Hilton, do not argue!

Now, until our lawyer has had a chance

to look into this
Miss Willens' background,

you are not to speak
to that woman, do you understand?

-Yes, mother.
-Good.

Before the French came in here,

the Caribs called it Madinina,

which is "the Island of Flowers".

You know, Jessica, you were wrong.

Dorie Sparling is a prisoner,

and she's not happy about it.

All right. But in that case,

why doesn't she just go to the police?

You met Wendell,
the guy with all the pecs?

-Yes.
-I rest my case.

Hey, did I tell you Mrs. Sparling and I

grew up in the same neighborhood?

No, you didn't mention that.

Yeah. It's real lousy,

her being in this situation.

Charlie, I hope you won't
take offense at this,

but are you sure you're not allowing
your feeling for Mrs. Sparling

to color your judgment?

Ha ha! My feeling?

Where in the world did you get that idea?

[Dorie] Graham, I thought
this was supposed to be a celebration.

Hey, it's not like I'm telling you
to give up shopping

for the rest of your life.

I'll see you in a minute.

[Graham] Just take it from me, okay?

Oh, Mrs. Sparling?

Mrs. Sparling, hi there.

Oh, hi, Mr. Garrett.

Uh, you must be Graham Farrow, right?

Pleased to meet you.

Mr. Garrett, I told you about this before.

If you were a wise man, you would go away.

Look, pal, why don't you stay
out of my life, huh?

Graham, was that really necessary?

The man was just trying to be friendly.

[Graham] Yeah? Then I do
think that was necessary.

Oh, Charlie. Good heavens.

[panting]

You see what I mean?

[telephone ringing]

Yeah?

Charlie, it's me. Are you okay?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

You don't sound so good.

Listen, Graham knows
who you are and why you're here.

Yeah, I was gonna tell you about that.

It's okay. Phil hired you

to bring back all the money that
Graham stole, right?

Money? Uh, yeah, right.

Oh, Charlie, I've goofed up, big time.

Listen, I have got to
get away from Graham.

I mean, I don't want to come across

as a terrible person or anything,

but the truth is,

I don't want to go back to my husband.

Hey, Dorie, I understand.

To hell with him and this gig, too.

What's important is
getting you out of there.

Listen, I think I know
what you're thinking,

and I don't want to
lead you on or anything,

but I just don't know
if it could work out with us.

I mean, it might and it might not.

Anyway...

I think I can lay my hands on the money.

Forget the money.
I don't want you taking any chances.

Now, what I've got to know

is exactly where your
playmates are right now.

[knock on door]

Jessica. I need your help.

Dorie Sparling?

That is one frightened lady.

What do you want me to do, Charlie?

Psst, Wendell.

I was kind of hoping you'd
give me an excuse to do that.

[gun cocks]

Dorie, it's me, Charlie.

Charlie, thank God.

-Okay, come on, we gotta get moving.
-What about Graham?

Don't worry, he's being taken care of.

[calypso music playing]

[music stops]

[music resumes]

Now, I want to be absolutely sure

that I've got this right.

So when you're steering into the wind,

you're jibing, right? And--

No, that's called tacking.

Oh. Oh, yes, yes. And then, if you were--

Mrs. Fletcher, you're really going
to have to excuse me.

I need to get back to the boat.

Oh, dear, I've only got

a couple of more questions to ask you.

Oh, I am so glad I ran into you.

You see, it appears that I have written
two complete chapters

using all of the wrong information.

-Now, if you could--
-Perhaps we can discuss it another time.

Oh, yes, yes, that would be lovely.

I mean, tomorrow afternoon
would be perfect.

Say, 3:00? Uh, no. No, not 3:00.

Say, 4:30. That would be perfect for me,

if that didn't inconvenience you.

Mrs. Fletcher, I was under the impression

that you weren't doing any writing,

that this was a pleasure trip for you.

Oh, but it is. You see, I wrote
those two chapters

before I left New York. [laughs]

-Take care.
-Yes.

[gun cocks]

Charlie...

Dorie, no.

[siren wailing]

Madame Fletcher.

[speaking French]

Monsieur Garrett did not sleep

in his own room last evening.

Where is he?

I have no idea.

May I remind you, Madame, that you
could well be charged

as an accomplice in this affair?

[knocking on door]

[speaking French]

We found him asleep in
the Hills above Trinity Bay.

Perhaps now we will learn the truth.

His pistol. It was fired recently.

There's a single round
missing from the cylinder.

The one I fired at the killer,

which is what I've been trying
to tell this bozo.

I spent most of the night

trying to track down the lousy bum.

Captain St. Denis,

the bullet that killed Mrs. Sparling--

Has it been recovered?

Regrettably, no.

It passed through the victim

and is probably somewhere

beneath the sifting sands of the inlet.

Fortunately, I do not think that
we will need it.

Hey, dad, you got a minute?

Uh, can we talk about it later?

I'm worried. About you and mom.

Oh, I thought the only
thing you worried about

was saving enough money
to run away to New York City.

Your mother and I have
had problems before.

They will pass.

Now, I have to go to Fort-de-France

to get some pipe fittings.

-For Mr. Garrett's room?
-Yes.

-I fixed it.
-It's not right.

Oh, what a surprise.

Ah, Jessica.

-Problems?
-Yeah, he's bummed out.

Seems like Farrow's not going to
come across with the money he promised.

That's too bad.

Now, Charlie said that he fired his gun

in that direction

at a shadowy figure running away from him.

You believe everything he says?

Charlie? Absolutely not.

Yet you trust him.

Well, I think it's more
that I understand him.

I... I really think that Charlie

is basically a decent man.

Who lies to you.

Well, who withholds things.

It's predictable.
He lives by his own code,

which is usually taking
care of number one,

but then he will suddenly
reveal this foolhardy, courageous side,

such as risking his own life

to try and save Dorie Sparling.

Courage. God, I wish I had some.

-There.
-What? What is that?

Hang on.

There. It's a bullet.

Well, I think that will
give Charlie an alibi.

At least it'll get him out of jail.

[Graham] Sparling,
you miserable son of a--

You did this.

[Sparling] Just think of it as
a message, friend.

I want my money. If I get it, and fast,

you'll continue to lead a healthy life.

I don't have it.
It disappeared last night.

-What do you mean?
-You figure it out, Phil.

Talk to your hired gun.

I already have. And you're lying.

Now, you listen carefully, Graham.

You stole it from me,
you give it back to me.

You've got 12 hours to confirm

that it's on its way.

[speaking French]

[telephone rings]

[Colette] Hello, Hotel Deux Perroquets.
May I help you?

One moment, please.

Excuse me, Mrs. Venable.

You have a phone call
from Richmond, Virginia.

It's your attorney.

Money? What money?

Look, Garrett, don't mess with me.

Hey, Mr. Sparling, I don't know
what the hell you're talking about.

You hired me to find
your wife. I found her.

-Send me a bill.
-Are you sure there's nothing--

Funny, I don't remember
calling room service.

Where's the money?

What is it with you? All of a sudden,

everybody wants to know
where the money is.

I just got off the phone
telling your partner

I don't know anything about any money.

Don't be a chump, Garrett.

You were had by the lady.

You watch what you say about her.

Believe me, by now, she'd have dumped you

and been halfway around the world.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

[grunts]

[punches landing]

Yes?

Yes, that's exactly what I'm looking for.

[thumping]

Dave, I have to go. Bye.

[glass shattering]

Charlie?

[Charlie grunting]

Charlie, are you in there?

Mr. Garrett is indisposed
just now, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I want to see him. Charlie!

Look, Mr. Farrow, either
you let me in immediately,

or I'm notifying the police.

Oh, my! Charlie! Good heavens, stop that!

[groaning]

Nothing that won't grow back in
a couple of months.

All right. They wanted the money, right?

You, too? What is it with everybody?

They got money on the brain?

Charlie, I just got off the phone
with Dave Kowalski.

-The reporter?
-From The Chicago Examiner.

He said that the word is
that Philip Sparling

has been in deep financial difficulty

ever since Graham Farrow and his wife

took off together.

Apparently, she and Farrow cleaned out

the company bank accounts.

So? What does that have to do with me?

Well, that plus the fact that Farrow

isn't financing the hotel repairs.

And also what I should've
suspected all along

is that, as usual,
you haven't even been close

to being straight with me.

[sighing] Jessica, look--

Charlie, think. If I hadn't turned up,

you might have been killed.
You still might.

Dorie didn't steal her husband's money.

It must've been that guy Farrow.

She was just trying to
get it back that night.

But the reason I didn't
tell you at the time

was that I didn't want to get you
too deeply involved.

Too deeply involved?

Charlie, who do you think

detained Graham Farrow
while you were off--

Okay, okay, all right.

[sighing] I'm sorry.

Now, how much are we talking about?

What difference does it make?

Charlie.

Six million bucks.

I gotta tell you, Jessica,

the thought of putting all that money

back in the pocket
of that sleazo Phil Sparling

really frosts me.

Maybe he'll give you a reward.

In your dreams. It's under here.

[grunting]

I figured the best thing was
to stash it where nobody would think to...

It's not here. The money's gone!

[sighs]

Oh, Miss Willens,
I was on my way to see you.

You're leaving?

I can't talk to you now, Mr. Venable.

This won't take but a minute.

-Let me help you with--
-I said, not now.

I think you'll find it's important.

I, uh, hope you won't be offended, Norma--

Uh, Miss Willens--

But my mother, when she saw

that I was attracted to you,

she took the liberty
of having her attorney

look into your, um, background.

-Your mother did this?
-I assure you...

it was over my most strenuous objections.

And your reputation has proven spotless.

But there was one rather curious
aspect to the report.

I don't believe this.

Please, try and understand.

It turns out that,

according to the teacher's association,

you've been deceased for two years.

Which may explain why you haven't been

getting any mail from them.

Ah, of course.

Well, I'll take care of it
as soon as I get home.

Thank you very much, Hilton.

My pleasure. Perhaps I could call you?

She might welcome that, Hilton,

'cause where she's going,

she's not gonna get too many calls.

Excuse me. Um, could
someone please tell me

exactly what this is about?

It's about six million bucks

and the murder of a lady
who didn't deserve to die.

Your sandals left a very
distinctive footprint

up in the jungle where Charlie
hid the money, and where you found it.

Your suggestion to run
an Interpol check on this woman

was very astute, Madame Fletcher.

It turns out that she is
a professional assassin,

Marybeth Carlson,

Wanted for murder in several countries.

-Good heavens.
-She's a contract hitter?

Who sent you?

I have a feeling it was
your client, Charlie.

Phil Sparling? No, no, no. Oh, no.

He hired me to rescue his wife.

No.

No.

[Norma] And once Garrett led me

to Mrs. Sparling and Graham Farrow,

my job was to get the money back.

Yeah, and there I was, too dumb to realize

that I'd set Dorie up for this.

This weapon we found

You used it to assassinate
Madame Sparling?

No.

I followed Garrett down to the bay,

I watched him bring Mrs. Sparling ashore.

Yes, I did have the rifle with me,

but I was only gonna scare them.

Someone else shot her.

I never did see who.

But that is a night scope,
and I did see the cash.

So you followed Charlie
up to the jungle shack

and watched where he hid the money?

And when he left, I grabbed it.

And I was just about
to go to the airport--

All right. Despite your denial,
Madame Willens,

Or, rather, Carlson,

I am placing you under arrest

for the murder of Dorie Sparling.

Look, I told you, I didn't kill her.

Go ahead, check my weapon.

It hasn't been fired in months.

That's it!

Pardon?

Don't ask. She gets this way.

I believe I know who killed Mrs. Sparling.

-But...
-But in order to prove it,

I need to stop in the village.

But just so that everybody understands,

this doesn't necessarily mean
that our marriage is over.

I simply felt the need
to get back to Maine for a while

and get my head straight.

We talked it all out.

It's the best thing that she could do

for all of us, I think.

I certainly hope you're right, Maurice.

So Norma Willens killed Dorie Sparling?

It looks that way.

You know, I really feel...

I really feel very sorry for Charlie.

Mrs. Sparling's death...
well, he took it very badly.

Yeah, I saw him going out a while ago.

He seemed pretty upset.

I offered to go with him,

but he seemed to want to be alone.

Oh, that reminds me...

it's past my bedtime.

-Night.
-Good night, everyone.

Dad.

Good night, Jeff.

You sure as hell
called that right, Jessica.

Monsieur Garrett. Jessica.

I had a report there was
a lizard in the room.

There is, pal. You.

Dorie Sparling's killer.

And you came here to find the money

you murdered her for.

Oh, no, you are mistaken.

I wish we were, Maurice. First of all,

it had to be someone who
knew Charlie's moves.

Such as the fact that he was going
to Trinity bay last night

to rescue Dorie Sparling from the yacht.

Well, that... that would be Miss Willens.

I heard that she followed him up there.

No, no, no, Jessica's
talking about somebody

who probably got there before me.

Someone who also had a way of knowing

that Dorie Sparling had found the money

that Graham Farrow stole from her husband

and knew that she was bringing it ashore.

Well, how would I know that?

By listening in on Charlie's phone calls.

Yesterday, when I was in the lobby,
I noticed how you were able

to break into the guest room phone calls.

Sorry to cut in, Mrs. Donohue.

I think I have cleared your line.

Between the hotel's ancient equipment

and your handiness with such things,

I'm sure it was quite a simple matter.

Oh, dear. Jessica...

I respect your imagination
and your creativity,

but it is clear they have
gotten out of hand.

Now, excuse me.

I wouldn't do that, pal.

There's something else, Maurice.

This isn't the first time

you've searched
Charlie's room for that money.

Forgive me, but now you are
being truly ridiculous.

-Wrong, Buster.
-This afternoon,

I noticed captain St. Denis'
watering can was clogged,

and it reminded me that
when I came out of my room earlier today,

you had apparently just
been in Charlie's room,

ostensibly to repair his clogged sink.

-For Mr. Garrett's room?
-Yes.

-I fixed it.
-It's not right.

Oh, that's a surprise.

The fact was, Jeff had fixed the drain.

You were simply using it as an excuse

to get into Charlie's room.

And I noticed

when you went to light your cigar,

you couldn't find this,
your missing lighter.

The one you lost at the inlet
from Trinity Bay.

We found it right where
you were standing when you shot Dorie.

At the base of the tree
where I found the bullet

that Charlie fired at you.

After the poker game,

I happened to overhear
Sergeant Courbet mention

that Mr. Garrett has arrived on the island

and that he was a Private
Investigator from Chicago.

I was desperate to get back at Farrow.

I knew he and Mrs. Sparling

were from Chicago, so I was curious.

Maybe there was a connection.

And when you discovered
Charlie was a guest at the hotel,

you checked his phone calls.

And voila, there it was.

He had been talking to Philip Sparling.

And so you listened to
the rest of my phone calls.

And when Mrs. Sparling
called and mentioned the money,

I made a decision.

To kill her and Charlie
and take the money.

Yes.

But when Mr. Garrett fired back at me

and almost hit me,
I panicked and ran away.

Ohh, my lighter.
If you had not found that--

I didn't. I noticed
that you were without it

after the murder.

I bought this one today in the village

on the chance that I was right.

[Jessica] I'm not sure that it would
have been Lauren's first choice

for getting a new start,

but the hotel's all hers,

and Graham Farrow has signed
a quitclaim on his share.

Oh, that's nice.

And Jeff's decided to stay
on with her, and Colette.

-Good.
-Mm-hmm.

Jessica, what time do you have?

Five minutes later than
the last time you asked.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just that I don't
want to miss my plane.

Well, Charlie, I don't blame you.

Yeah, I know.

It was just so damned sweet
there for a while,

even though it was all
maybe just a fantasy.

I guess I should put a lid on
that kind of stuff, huh?

I don't think you can, Charlie.

But don't even try. You're a romantic.

Who, me? Come on.

There aren't enough people like you

in the world these days.

So when are you heading back?

Well, not until after I've
had a vacation, thank you.

You mean, you haven't
been having a vacation?

All this time, I thought you were resting.

Rest? Listen, I've got
tennis in half an hour,

and then Jeff's giving me a scuba lesson.

Charlie, it's not too late
for you to try it.

[laughing]