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[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Its value may have been as high

as 7 or 8 million dollars.

Which came first-- goose or egg?
[chuckles].

The man has a reputation
for being ruthless.

His application neglected to mention
his criminal record.

I want to know why a Russian
police officer is following my friends.

I want egg.

You misled me
about this guy before.

It's about more than simply recovering

a national treasure.

He's scheduled to be executed in 48 hours.

If you don't help me, I'm a dead man.

[woman screams]

[people chattering in Russian]

[cat meows]

[speaking Russian]

Dollars only.

[cat screeching]

[grunts]

No, Leo, it wasn't ineffective
advertising, the wrong location--

Damn it, I'm not gonna
take the rap for this.

It was a whole series of
bad choices on your part.

Starting with you. You blew it

like you've blown everything else.

I told Marcie it'd turn out this way.

Your free ride's over.
I'm pulling this store.

I'm closing it. It's the first one
we've ever had to close.

That ought to tell you something.

Charles, Leo. Jessica just checked in.

-Hello, Charles.
-How are you? So good to see you.

Welcome to Miami. Flight okay?

Oh, nothing wrong with the flight,

but the cab from the airport--
we had a flat tire

outside the Orange Bowl Stadium.

-[bell dinging]
-Excuse me.

Listen, Jessica, I'm sure Marcie

has already thanked you
for coming down, but--

-Enough for both of you.
-Wonderful.

We've put together a schedule
for your book signings,

but I want you to know
it's etched in jell-o,

so if any of it doesn't work for you--

Believe me, anything to escape

from the revisions that
my editor handed to me as I left.

[Marcie] The schedule covers
the entire book fair.

Well, this looks manageable.

Okay, splendid.

I'm off to put the rest
of your booth together

so you have somewhere to sign these.
Excuse me.

Oh, I know you're very busy.

Oh, wow.

Remembering your first book signing party?

I was convinced nobody
was going to turn up.

Ah. And from the moment I read
The Corpse Danced Alone,

I knew it would take off.

That was my first book,
your first book store.

Well, we've come a long way since then.

Oh, I wish I could say the same
for Charles and my brother.

Leo tries, Jessica. Really, he does.

Counterfeit? That's impossible.

Deutschmarks are hard enough
to dispose of when they're real.

Here, you try and exchange them.

I can't believe my friends in
Saint Petersburg

-would scam us like this.
-Not "us", Leo.

No, no, wait a minute.
Obviously, I'll return

the commission that you paid me, but--

48 hours, Leo.

[chuckles ] You're not serious.

Come on, where am I gonna come up

with a half a million bucks?

Show him how serious I am.

No, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop!

Go. Now!

You have exactly two days.

Thanks. Hey, wait a minute.

Are you a cop or something?

I've seen you around the hotel
or something.

I have come for Fabergé egg, Mr. Stone.

Heh. I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

I want egg,

and I want story of how you got it.

Otherwise, you will pray that your friends

finish with you quickly.

Now, careful, man. The Miami Police

would love to know about a foreigner

packing a concealed weapon

and making crazy threats.

This...evening.

-Oh, hey, Val.
-Hi.

Oh, here, let me help you with that.

Thanks. So did you call the school again?

Yes, damn it.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--

No, no, no. I'm sorry. No, it's just--

I mean, it's the same
tap dance as last week.

"Oh, it'll just be
a few days, Mr. Peterson."

Look, Val, I know that
this is sounding paranoid,

but I'm beginning to think
that they're shining me on here.

Walt Feldman's acceptance
came through a month ago.

Ben, Valerie.

Marcie said you could
supply me with a name tag.

She sent you to the right place.

Still no word on your scholarship?

Uh, no, but thanks for asking, Jessica.

Ben! These books--

Do you suppose we could
get them in sometime today?

[woman on P.A.] Attention,
World Book Fair vendors,

all displays must be approved.

Oh, excuse me.

Sorry, Sir. You can't
enter without a badge.

Uh...young woman.

Uh, miss. Pardon.

Uh, must have left badge in room.

Oh, no problem. What's your name?

Nemiroff, Sergei.

Hmm. Uh, I'm sorry, Sir,

I'm not seeing a Nemiroff on the computer.

Must be mistake.
I represent Nevsky Publishing in Moscow.

-Pozhaluysta--
-I'm sorry.

Quickly, please. I have appointment.

Why don't we go over to my office?

I'm sure we can straighten this out.

Is better I go to room, get badge.

I know your face.

Yes, this is Jessica Fletcher.

Da, konechno! [Yes, of course]
J.B. Fletcher!

[speaking Russian]

Sorry, I am big fan!

I have read Ubiystvo v polnoch'
three times.

In English, that is Murder at Midnight.

Midnight, da. Is wonderful book.

My favorite.

Maybe because I surprised
myself with that one.

I didn't know who the killer was
until the last 12 pages.

[both laughing]

Is pleasure to shake hands
of such fine writer.

-Thank you.
-Good day.

Marcie, I've had it.
We're not carrying Leo anymore,

and that is final.

Could you speed that up? We're in a hurry.

The important thing now
is dealing with Harris.

It wasn't Leo's fault.
We were paying too much rent.

Would you stop?
We researched the hell out of it.

What it is, is he couldn't
manage the book store

from the Club House at Hialeah!

Maybe your application got mislaid.

Yeah, so what do I do about that?

Keep on trying. I know once
they get a look at your transcript,

you're in.

I don't know how you do it, Val,
but you always manage

to make the day seem brighter.

I need two more booths.

-Uh, Mr. Harris, we were just--
-I'm in a hurry.

Dad, maybe you could help Ben--

Uh, it's all right, Val.

I'll see you later.

Mr. Harris.

Why do you have to treat him like that?

I don't understand
what you're talking about.

You could at least be civil to him.

We're in love, dad. You can hate it,

but you can't change it.

Valerie, I need two more large booths

for my non-fiction section.

And you can't ignore it, either.

We're talking about marriage.

What do I have to do,
go over your head to get them?

We're overbooked now.

Then bump someone.

I'll take care of it.

Dad, don't you understand?

When you hurt Ben, you hurt me, too.

Forget him, Val.

He's not for you.

I've got a meeting.

Yes. Yes, I'll hold for Mr. Hartley.

[speaking Russian]

Pozhaluysta,
pozhaluysta!

[continues in Russian]

Da.

Misha? Mish--

-[dial tone]
-[shouts in Russian]

[woman chattering in French over P.A.]

Attention, World Book Fair vendors,

all displays must be approved.

Please have a representative...

And would anyone care for anything else?

Not for me, thanks.

Then have an excellent meeting.

Thank you.

Good old Victor.

20 years in the diplomatic service,

and he's ever the diplomat.

He needs to be, and more,
in the hotel business.

I assume you wish to discuss your loan.

Only partly.
All we need is a short extension.

What we really want to talk about

is a proposition we have for you.

It's an expansion plan
we know you'll want to invest in.

It's going to put us in the ballpark

with Brentano's and Walden Books--

The note is due on Thursday, paid in full.

Our refinancing is almost complete.

30 days, at the most.

I'm sorry, that's out of the question.

Come on, Mr. Harris,
there is such a thing as good faith.

Besides, we're offering you--

I don't like your tone, Mr. Devon.

I suggest you read our agreement.

Every penny on time,

or I own your entire operation.

[sighs]

[woman chattering on P.A.]

Oh!

I beg your pardon, Sir. Are you all right?

-Yes, I'm okay.
-Terribly sorry. Clumsy.

How on earth will we be able

to pull anything together by Thursday?

We're not giving up yet.
Drop me at the bank.

I'll see if they'll put
a rush on that refinance.

[woman on P.A.]
The Omega Hotel invites all guests

to hit the sand--

a demonstration on
two-man beach volleyball

will be given by world champions...

Wait, wait. Mr. Nemiroff,
I have to talk to you.

I want to know why
a Russian police officer

is following my friends.

Mrs. Fletcher, you are mistaken.

No, I don't think so.

Between your pistol and your left lapel--

Which is covered with small pinholes--
it's fairly obvious.

This does not mean I am policeman.

That is where I wore,
uh, Order of Lenin.

Uh, no, if I'm not mistaken,

the Order of Lenin is worn
on the right lapel.

[sighs]

You are as clever as Leonid Travinkov.

Lenny Terhune.

One of your finest detective creations.

Thank you very much,
but, like Lenny Terhune,

I want the facts.

Very well.

You are correct, yes, Mrs. Fletcher.

I am detective sergeant with police.

Well, what exactly is your interest

in Charles and Marcie Devon?

I am here to investigate Leo Stone.

He is connected to black market
currency operation.

Since he work for Mr. And Mrs. Devon--

Look, Sergeant, I happened to overhear

your telephone conversation

earlier in the events office.

You understand Russian, too?

Well, enough to gather that
you're here on your own,

and that you're returning
to Russia in a few days,

with or without what you came for.

Mrs. Fletcher, you must excuse me.

Uh, not yet. Unless, of course,

you prefer that I call the Miami Police
or the F.B.I.

I'm sure they'd be very interested to know

that a Russian police officer
was operating

in their territory without authorization.

Mrs. Fletcher, your powers of deduction
are remarkable.

Well, it wasn't exactly
deduction, Sergeant.

It was a hunch.

It was stolen from
Hermitage Museum one year ago

with Tsarina's crown.
You say...

tiara. Yeah. Tiara.

Is called "midnight".

Yes, this was the last piece
that Fabergé made

for the Romanovs before the revolution.

I read about the robbery.

Egg and tiara

are national treasures, Mrs. Fletcher.

Two weeks ago, Tsarina's tiara

showed up here in Miami, minus gems.

Is desecration.

And you believe that
Leo Stone was involved?

According to my sources,

Mr. Stone was in Saint Petersburg
at time of theft.

Witnesses place him with thief.

He lives here-- Miami.

Tiara showed up here-- Miami.

What you're not telling me
is why you're not working

with the local law enforcement people.

My guess is that it's about more

than simply recovering
a national treasure.

My brother Gregor was convicted

and sentenced to death for murdering thief

who broke into Hermitage Museum
and stole these goods.

Gregor, he did not do this, Mrs. Fletcher.

He is scheduled to be
executed in 48 hours.

I must find egg.

I must prove he is innocent.

[beep]

And I'm looking forward
to seeing you again, Arthur.

Ciao.

Leo, you've walked enough miles on my rug

to get you to Orlando.

So I can triple my money in ten days?

Look, have I ever misled you before?

But you can't give me any details.

No, this is legal, Victor. I guarantee it.

Leo...

why is this telling me

that you're in trouble again,

only this time it's serious?

Could I please give you a piece of advice?

'Cause I like you.

Stick with the job that
Charles Devon gave you,

because you're fortunate to have him
for a brother-in-law.

Okay, Victor, okay, forget the investment.

Uh, look, how about just, uh,

a couple thousand, cash,
until the beginning of next week?

You could do that, couldn't you?

-Not this time, Leo.
-But--

I'm not a bank.

No.

Ben, it's not the end of the world.

Oh, right, right.
I'm sure if I take a couple of days,

I can think of something worse.

Ben, Valerie, what's happened?

Ben just got word--

His scholarship has been turned down.

Well, did they give you any reason?

Yeah. Somehow, they found out

about that little scrape
I got into in high school.

I guess I should have mentioned it
in my application.

But that's ridiculous.

I remember the trouble you were in,

and it was nothing more than a prank.

Well, this'll pretty much eliminate me

trying any other med schools.

Jessica, I appreciate everything

that you've done for me--

All the letters and phone calls.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Someone searched my apartment
a little while ago.

It was you, wasn't it?

Listen, I don't have this, uh-- this egg,

and I don't know anything about it,
and I got enough problems

without you crawling all over my back.

Such gratitude

for my saving you from brutal beating.

Mr. Stone, I believe you have egg
or know where it is,

and I think you know
who murdered thief who stole it.

Hey, man.

You've got problems.

Holding the book fair in Russia last year?

As I recall, it was Jim Harris's idea.

Sounds like Jim.

I read somewhere where his European sales

had gone through the roof.

Yeah, especially his art books.

Well, that's certainly consistent

with his reputation for shrewdness.

"Killer" describes him
a little more accurately.

I've been at the bank all afternoon.

Not only are they not going to help us
meet Harris's deadline,

they've totally backed
out on our refinancing.

-Oh, God.
-It took me an hour

to get Atkins to admit
they've been pressured.

I don't have to tell you by whom.

Jim? There's gotta be
some way to work this out.

We'll talk to him
tonight at the reception.

You can try, if you like.

I'm having a last-ditch dinner

with the loan officer
from Miami Trust and Savings.

Marcie, do you suppose it's possible

that Jim still hasn't forgiven you

and that this is his way
of getting back at you?

For dumping him and marrying Charles?

Jessica, until today,

I wouldn't have believed it, but--

Can Ben and I give you a lift
to the reception?

Uh, pardon me,

but since Mrs. Fletcher has invited me

to be her escort this evening,

least I can do is provide car
for two of us.

Well, then, um, I'll see you there.

Mm-hmm.

And, uh, Jessica...

about 7:00?

7:00 would be perfect, Sergei.

-Can we talk?
-Excuse me.

I don't think we have
anything to talk about.

I wouldn't want to tell Charles

about the little business
you and I did together.

It would only complicate
things, wouldn't it?

What do you want?

Uh, not here.

You're more trouble than you're worth.

Come on.

I don't feel like I should be here.

That is what your father wants, isn't it?

No. No, he just needs

to get used to us, that's all.

Oh, Val, it isn't gonna happen.

He would do anything to get rid of me.

That is really paranoid, you know that?

I don't think so.

See, Val, you're still
looking at your father

through a kid's eyes.

The man has a reputation
for being ruthless.

Just ask Charles and Marcie.

Look, all I am saying

is that I wouldn't put anything past him.

Anything.

Jessica, sorry, I must sit.

I shouldn't wonder, after chasing
after Leo Stone

for the past four hours.

-Let's go over here.
-Yes.

Unfortunately, trail led nowhere.

From Hileagh to racetrack
to poker parlor...

to bar.

Was painful and exhausting tour of Miami.

Obvious he's guilty.

I'm sure it's occurred to you

that what you're doing--

Even following Leo Stone here--

May be a wild goose Chase.

Hmm. Old Russian proverb--

"which came first, goose or egg?"
[laughs]

Leo is goose, Jessica.
With his need for money,

is only a matter of time
before he tries to fence egg.

When he comes out in open--
[grunts]

you know, there are a great many people
here this evening

who were in Saint Petersburg
last year.

Yes, I know.

Jim, do you have a moment?

For you, Marcie, of course.

I understand that you,
um, wielded your influence

with the bank that was arranging our loan.

It's business, nothing personal.

I think it is.

Well, that was always one
of your failings, Marcie.

All the time that we were together,
you never seemed able,

or willing, to live in the real world.

Yes, you used to say it over and over--

"it is what it is."

Well, believe it or not,
I've pretty much learned to accept that.

Oh.

But there are things we can change.

I thought perhaps, for old times' sake,

for what we used to have,
that you might reconsider

your demand for repayment

and give us those extra 30 days.

My compliments, Marcie.

That was reasonably straightforward.

But the answer is no.

[gasps]

[sighs]

What the hell do you think
you're doing in here?

You get out or I'll have
my security people throw you out.

Did you happen to find my glasses, Sergei?

No.

I have a feeling I might
have left them here

when Valerie was showing
me your Fragonard.

Uh-huh. Well, I'm sure they'll show up.

In the meantime, our dinner is ready,

and we don't want it to get cold, do we?

Oh, I see you're a benefactor

of Southern Central University.

It's my Alma Mater.

I recently donated
a new wing to the library.

Interesting. You know, this afternoon,

I spoke with a friend
of mine there-- Dean Black--

And he told me that Ben Peterson's
scholarship was denied

because a prominent alumnus
had rejected his application.

I ran a background check on Mr. Peterson.

It seems his application

neglected to mention his criminal record.

In view of my deep concern

for the quality of our students,
I felt obligated

to pass this information
along to the school.

With your firm recommendation
that he be rejected,

but without the minor detail
that his criminal record

consisted of some foolish teenage behavior

at a high school football game.

The scholarship committee saw it my way.

And I'm sure you'll make
certain that committees

at other medical schools
see it your way, too.

Jessica, you don't understand.

Please, let me finish.

The Dean faxed me a copy of your letter,

and, to say the least,

it exaggerates the incident
almost to the point of libel.

As these transcripts and letters attest,

he's distinguished himself
as a student and as a person.

I mean, Jim, whatever your attitude

about his relationship with Valerie,
does it really justify

ruining his chances
for a productive career?

As I said, Jessica,

I was sure that your reading glasses
would turn up.

Jessica, I think it's positively
despicable of Jim.

Not, however, entirely surprising.

Let's hope that he reconsiders.

Good evening, Mr. Nemiroff. Jessica.

Good night, Victor. Marcie.

What is it, Jessica?

That Fragonard painting in his study,

his antique furnishings,
his acquisitiveness...

of power and money, people and things.

Has occurred to me, too, Jessica.

Our Mr. Harris does fit the profile

of a man who might covet something

as rare as the Midnight Egg.

[Valerie screaming]

[people murmuring]

Deceased was apparently hit over the head

with a heavy object yet to be identified.

It appears the force of the blow
sent the victim into the pool,

where the body was found in shallow water.

Coroner states preliminary evidence

suggests death by drowning
while unconscious.

Thanks.

Easy, now. Behind you.

Coming through.

[Valerie sobbing]

I knew about the little private room,

but I rarely went inside.
Daddy said if anybody asked,

it was for confidential business papers.

Occasionally, he'd show it
to a few friends.

Good. I'll get a list from you later.

This alleged missing egg, Miss Harris--

Do you have any idea what it's worth?

I may be able to help you, Lieutenant.

Its value may have been as high

as 7 or 8 million dollars.

Well, I guess they don't sell those
by the dozen, huh?

Mrs. Fletcher, someone told me

you came here with a Russian?
A Sergei Nemiroff?

Mm-hmm.

Do you happen to know where he is now?

No, I don't.

Is he in the book business, too?

He's attending the book fair.

Mr. Peterson, you know
anything about this?

Excuse me. Lieutenant? I found this

behind one of the pedestals in there.

It's got blood on it.

-Send it to forensics.
-Right, Sir.

Now, Mr. Peterson, I was about to ask,

did you know about the decedent's
secret art gallery

or this missing egg?

Uh, no, Sir. No, I didn't.

[Jessica] I won't lie to them, Sergei.

It's just that Lieutenant Perez

didn't happen to ask me
the right question about you.

Accomplishes same as lie, no?

Well, I'm sure that the lieutenant
would see it that way.

Now, about egg--
did you learn anything new

from Lieutenant Perez
this morning?

Apparently, it hasn't turned up

in any of the known fences in Miami.

Which doesn't guarantee
it's still in city.

Or even in the country.

They did ask me if I'd seen or heard

from Leo Stone since last night.

The lieutenant wants to ask him
some more questions.

Not surprising. Leo sells egg to Harris,

then he need more money to pay men

who are threatening him,
so he decide to steal it back.

Harris catches him in the act, uh,

Leo kills Harris and steals egg.

All right, yes, but Leo is not stupid.

I mean, he knows that with his record,

the police would certainly suspect him.

Exactly. Police have very close
surveillance on his apartment.

I discovered when I tried to search it.

Leo has hidden egg. Problem is, where?

Where?

Is frustrating, Jessica.

My brother's time is running out,

Harris is dead,
Leo Stone has disappeared.

The papers.

The papers weren't there!

Papers? What papers?

Jessica, what pa--

[Charles] Yeah? Well, we've still got
till the end of business Thursday

to come up with that money,
so I wouldn't count on it.

Same to you. Good-bye.

Harris's lawyer?
Valerie inherits everything,

but it's all in trust,
administered by guess who?

The attorney. You've got it.

Valerie has no say.
The minute our loan comes due,

he plans to carry out Harris's wishes,

taking over the Booklovers operation

and dumping us for mismanagement.

-That's outrageous.
-Oh, it gets worse.

That distorted information
that Harris circulated

about our cash flow problems
and our lawsuits

went to every bank in town,

along with photocopies
of internal memoranda!

Marcie Devon, please pick up
the white courtesy phone.

Hello? Marcie Devon.

[Leo] Hi, sis. I need to see you.

-Look, Leo--
-Sis, it's urgent.

Fine, fine. I'll be there.

Oh, no. No.

Excuse me. I'll be back.

I hope Harris paid Leo a lot of money,

because he's never going
to see another cent from me!

Leo, for God's sake,
what are you talking about?

You didn't.

What, kill Jim Harris?
No, of course not.

But I wish to hell I had, for your sake.

Look, the cops have
surrounded my apartment,

they're busting my credit cards,
my A.T.M.--

Just wait a minute.
Why would they do that?

I don't know.
It's "round up the usual suspects" time.

Look, if they run the names

of the people who were there last night,

my name lights up in four different colors

and flashes on and off.

If you do not help me, I am a dead man.

Leo, what did you do?

Look, don't ask me
any more questions, okay?

I'm gonna need a couple thousand dollars
fast so I can get out of town.

Are you gonna help me or not?

That Connors person--
that's what this is about, isn't it?

-Damn it, Leo, answer me!
-All right! All right!

I'm between a hard place and a hard place.

Yeah, Connors was a part of it,

but even if I get away from him now,

if the cops connect me to
the kind of stuff that I've been into,

Connors will have me
killed even if I am in prison.

Oh, Leo.

Please. Please.

I'll need a half an hour.
Where can I reach you?

I'll contact you.

Sis, thanks.

Stan, I'm only asking you
to reconsider, okay?

Charles and Marcie
have worked their tails off

to build this thing,

and I'd hate to see them lose it.

Jessica, I'll be with you in a second.

Of course. Check it out with your people
and get back to me.

But, listen, if you need
a guarantor, I will sign.

Bye.

Jessica, please sit down.

Actually, I was looking for Ben Peterson.

Charles told me that he would be here.

He's out running
a couple of errands for me.

He'll be back in a few minutes.

What can I get you?
Some cappuccino

or orange juice?

Oh, no, nothing, thank you.

It's very generous of you,

trying to help out Marcie and Charles.

Just calling in a few markers, Jessica.

I'm not sure it's gonna be sufficient

to overcome the damage

that Jim did to their credit rating.

Oh, my. What happened last night

has certainly put a pall
on the book fair preparations.

I feel so badly for Valerie.

I know that she had mixed feelings
about her father, but--

But he's still her father.

I certainly have been there, Jessica.

Mine wasn't my favorite person.

I don't imagine it was easy

being the son of a genius.

Mr. Roscoe--

-Oh, hi, Jessica.
-Hello, Ben.

-I, uh, heard you were looking for me?
-Yeah.

Uh, Mr. Roscoe, I think I've got

every roll of bunting left in Miami.

Splendid. Why don't you
go off with Jessica for a while?

-And I'll see you later, Jess.
-Yes.

[phone ringing]

Victor here.

[Valerie] Of course you can
look through his study.

Thank you.

But what papers are you looking for?

The ones that I placed

on your father's desk last night,

right here, just before going into dinner.

Copies of Ben's transcripts
and scholarship application,

and the letter that your father wrote
to the committee.

The one that iced my chances.

It didn't hit me till a little while ago

that after-- after the tragedy
with your father,

I noticed that the papers
were no longer on his desk.

I--I didn't take them.

Valerie, don't say that to protect me.

I didn't kill your father.

Perhaps if I'd seen the letter,

I would have considered it, but--

Valerie, sooner or later,
the police will discover

that the university provided me
with those documents,

and they're going to ask
who else saw them.

You got that right, Mrs. Fletcher.

Matter of fact, I got a whole trunkful
of questions for you,

including one about a certain Russian cop.

Uh, Lieutenant-- save it. Save it.

We were checking Mr. Harris's phone calls

for the last couple of days,

and several calls were made

to the scholarship committee.

Now, when we got their statement,

who else do you suppose
was bending their ears?

I was asking questions on Ben's behalf.

On Ben's behalf. Right.

Okay, Miss Harris, how does this fit?

You happened to see the papers

that Mrs. Fletcher got a hold of.

It made you angry enough
at your father to kill him.

What? No, lieutenant.

I--I did it.

That was my other scenario.

Excuse me.

You happened to see the papers,

and decided Harris had to go.

No. Lieutenant, it wasn't Ben.

I killed my father.

I discovered the papers during dinner,

and they're up in my room.

[Perez] Long, go get them.

Right, Sir.

What have you got there, Mrs. Fletcher?

I think it's a chain in the water.

Oh. "B.P."

it's Ben Peterson.

Now, let's put this together, huh?

Harris surprises you and you fight.
In the process,

you grab and yank the chain
of the medallion, it goes flying.

You hit him with the ivory carving,

he collapses into the pool,
and you drown him.

Lieutenant, no!

Ben...

is that your chain?

Yeah, it is.

Done and done. Nice job, Mrs. Fletcher.

Ben Peterson, I am
placing you under arrest

for the murder of James Harris.

Oh, my God.

[Sergei] You're sure he is innocent?

I would bet my life on it, Sergei.

Ben and Valerie were both confessing

to protect each other.

The medallion--
how do you explain medallion?

Well, at the moment, I can't.

Despite the fact that Ben was sure
that it belonged to him,

nobody had actually
ever seen him wearing it.

Wonderful.
In meantime, no Midnight Egg,

no killer, no one to prove
my brother is innocent.

I have been looking
for Leo Stone all over--

What do you know?
Sergeant Nemiroff, I presume, huh?

Have I got a bunch of questions for you.

Uh, Lieutenant.
Sergeant Nemiroff is here

on very urgent business.

Mrs. Fletcher, you misled me
about this guy before,

and I don't forget that
sort of thing real fast--

Lieutenant, you will
treat this woman with respect

or I will take care of you.

Lieutenant, have you
found any evidence

that might prove that Ben
took the Midnight Egg?

No. Couldn't find anything
in his car or in his apartment.

And he wouldn't say word one,
except that he murdered Harris.

And anyway, it didn't have to be
the killer that took the dingus.

Exactly, Lieutenant.

Anybody who was there last night
might have taken it.

And left even before
Ben Peterson did Harris, right?

-Take him downtown.
-Wait, I must not be--

Yeah, yeah, we're gonna
talk about it later.

Jessica, my brother-- let's go.

Watch your head.

[sighs]

I'm truly sorry, Charles.

I was hoping that some
of my old connections

would come through for you.

Hey, Victor, you gave it your best shot.

One more possibility.

I suddenly thought there was a banker
that I dealt with

when I was posted to Vienna,

and Jennifer will have his number.

So don't give up yet, either of you.

You give him the money?

And the message.

How did he take it? Not that I care.

"God, sis..."

"I know how you and Charles must feel."

"And I promise someday
I'll make it up to you."

It wasn't easy telling my baby brother

to get out of my life forever.

I know. But it had to be done.

Hmm.

It was the best $5,000 we've ever spent.

[sighs] Yeah.

I just wish it hadn't been our last.

-Jessica.
-Val, how are you holding up?

Pretty well, I guess. Any word about Ben?

Nothing good, I'm afraid.

You see, the police feel he had means,

motive, opportunity.

Jessica, what is it?

Valerie, I think I know how I can prove

-that Ben didn't do it.
-How?

Do you have Leo Stone's telephone number?

Yeah, sure.

Here it is.

Okay, Jessica, I got a plane to catch.

I got maybe two minutes,
and I suggest you start

with what you said to
hook me to begin with--

This business about how I can make
amends to my sister and Charles.

It will require you missing your plane.

Then forget it.
This is my life we're talking about.

We're also talking
about Ben Peterson's life,

and the life of a young man
in a Russian prison--

Gregor Nemiroff.

Who?

[keys jingling]

Thank God.

Whatever you do, Mr. Roscoe,
don't put your hands up.

Relieve him of that, carefully.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Well, for starters,
we're catching a thief.

Me? I'm afraid you're mistaken.

Really? This ought to be good.

Lieutenant, a short time ago,

I received a phone call--
anonymous, of course.

I was told to search the office,

because, as the individual said,

a stolen object of great value

had been placed here without my knowledge.

That phone call wasn't anonymous, Victor.

It was from Leo Stone,
and I put him up to it.

-No.
-Oh, yeah.

I was right there when he made the call.

When he told you he'd heard on the street

that the Midnight Egg which
you stole from James Harris

was about to be purchased by
a wealthy Middle Easterner--

A story boiled up-- cooked, cooked.

Cooked up by Jessica Fletcher

in order to trick you
into revealing your guilt.

All right. Yes.

All right, I stole the egg.

But that was after
I found Jim Harris dead.

That's not true, Victor.

You murdered him. The fact is,

he probably caught you
in the act of taking the egg,

and struggled with you--

Jessica, that's total conjecture.

Wrong, pal. You see this
little item right here?

This is our clincher.
It's got your initials-- "B.P."

"B.P."? But everyone knows

my name is Victor Roscoe.

But in the cyrillic alphabet

of your father's native country--Russia--

The letters "v" and "r"
appear as "b" and "p".

I realized it when I took another look

at a book fair sign and remembered.

That poster about your father.

You both had the same initials.

You wore his medallion
under your shirt, didn't you,

before Jim Harris grabbed it
and broke the chain?

I never saw that before,

and there's no way that
you can prove it's mine.

They found two fingerprints on it, Victor.

One belonged to Jim,
and the other one was yours.

And there is something else. At the party,

as we were about to leave,
I noticed that a button

on your shirt was missing,

where Jim ripped it off

when you and he struggled.

We're getting a search warrant ready,

and I'm pretty sure we'll find that shirt.

I never meant to kill him.

I only wanted that egg.

You were right, Jessica.

I thought he was in the living room.

Victor!

What the hell are you doing?!

Why are you doing this to me? Why?!

[both grunting]

Of course, I had to make sure

that he couldn't bear witness against me.

I didn't even realize
that I'd lost the medallion

till I got home.

It was given to me by my father.

It was you who procured the Midnight Egg

for Jim Harris last year, wasn't it?

Just as you had done with
so many of his other art objects

from countries all over the world.

For a long time.

Almost from the beginning of my career

in the diplomatic corps.

Which allowed you to bring
them into the country

without going through customs.

Harris paid well.
Never asked any questions,

as long as the objects were authentic.

The Midnight Egg was the crowning piece.

Okay, I guess that takes care of that.

Oh, and by the way,

Mrs. Fletcher sort of fibbed to you.

There weren't any fingerprints
on your medallion, Victor.

If you'd stuck to your story,

we wouldn't have had a case for murder.

Sergeant Nemiroff, he's all yours.

Cuff him.

Mr. Roscoe,

we now must talk about murder

that occurred in Saint Petersburg
one year ago

of thief who stole egg and tiara.

I know nothing about that.

Victor, an innocent young man

is going to be put to death tomorrow.

You've already confessed to one murder.

I had hired the thief--
Constantine Persky.

He threatened to expose me

unless I gave him half my profits.

I killed him, Sergeant.

[cries]

Thank you.

Stan, those terms sound acceptable.

I'll talk it over with Marcie
and get back to you.

Things are finally going our way, Jessica.

Jim Harris' attorney has backed down
on the estate's claim.

Keep everything crossed.
I think we've got a loan

that'll solve our immediate problems.

I don't know what you said to Leo,

but he's admitted
everything to the police.

I understand that he's turned
state's evidence against Connors.

That must have been
some guilt number you laid on him.

Well, I think that self-preservation

was an active ingredient.

He should be catching
his plane in a few minutes.

He's going to be safe in
the witness protection program.

And out of our hair.
Doesn't have to get much better, Jess.

I can top it.

My scholarship came through, Jessica.

Oh, great.

Jessica! Uh, sign it for me, please, book?

"From Jessica, with love."

It's for my mother.

[laughing]