All language subtitles for MSW s01e10 Spll.eng

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Men fear him. Women adore him.

- Never heard of him.
- I'm completely under his spell.

You really think
I might have killed the louse? How did I get in the room?

A trapeze act?
What kind of a trapeze act?

I took my clothes off on a swing.
That doesn't make me a daredevil.

I'm not sorry he's dead,
but I didn't have to kill him.

I've got six witnesses, five suspects,
one very dead body and no case.

- L... I wanna follow that cream car.
- Climb aboard.

[Tires Screech]

[Drumroll]

[Trumpet Fanfare]

[Laughter, Applause]

observe the power ofhypnosis!

Now, volunteers, when I clap my hands,

you will each
become your favorite animal.

[Clucking]

[Chattering]
[Squawking]

[Audience Laughing]

[Squawking]

What have we here,
a wounded elephant?

[Laughing Continues]

Phony.
Ah, come on, Bud.

The guy's a two-bit fraud.
You know that.

Stop!

And now, volunteers, when I clap my hands,

you will each of you be yourself again,

but this time, totally naked!

[Audience Laughing]

Ladies and gentlemen, the great Cagliostro!

[Trumpet Fanfare]
[Applause]

Joe, I swear I couldn't help myself.

Don't be ridiculous.
He uses hypnosis.

It's terrifying.
I'm completely under his spell.

Regina, do you think I'm an idiot?

You can't make people
do things against their will...

even under hypnosis!

Not unless they really deep down
want to anyway.

I admit l... I was attracted to him,

but l... I never intended
to do anything about it.

Now he won't let me go.

Please,
you've got to believe me, Joe.

Oh, my darling.

You won't have to worry
about Cagliostro anymore.

What are you gonna do?

I just signed the bum...

to a three-year,
million-dollar contract.

Well, if he thinks that entitles him to
bed privileges with my beautiful wife,

he's got a surprise
in store for him.

Joe! Wait!

You won't be able to wear that.
Can't wear these great costumes.

Great audience, isn't it?
Yes. Wonderful crowd.

Enjoy it while you can, Cagliostro.
Tonight is your last performance.

Last performance?
What do you mean, old boy?

I want you out of this hotel tonight.

Let me remind you, Joe.
My contract entitles me to a million dollars over three years,

whether I appear at your hotel or not.

Throwing you out on your butt
will be worth it.

I wouldn't try that, my friend.

It might cost you more than you imagine...
including the fair Regina.

[Grunts]
Come on.

You're out, you hear me?
I'll get you, Cagliostro!

Here we are, Mrs. Fletcher.
A lakeside suite... 1241.

Oh, that sounds fine.
Uh, do you need a credit card or something?

Oh, no, no. That won't be necessary.
We've arranged to bill your publisher.

Oh? Really? How nice.

Uh, I wonder if you could tell me
the room number of Miss Dean... Marilyn Dean?

She's my editor.
Thank you. Dean. Let me check.

Mrs. Fletcher. There you are.

Joan, I didn't know you were coming.
I was so worried about you.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.
I don't have Miss Dean registered.

Oh?
Oh, I guess I should have told you.,

Uh, Marilyn won't be getting here
until tomorrow.

Oh.
Uh, Mrs. Fletcher, I'm sure you're probably pretty tired,

and maybe a little hungry,
and they've got this terrific restaurant right around the corner.

And I can tell you about my...
I mean our...

l... I mean Marilyn's idea
for your new book.

Uh, excuse me, Joan,
but what idea for what new book?

[Elegant Piano]
Anyway, Marilyn thinks it's an absolutely sensational backdrop for a mystery.

The master hypnotist
with the...

with the art of illusion
to cloud men's minds.

Men fear him.
Women adore him.

Joan, forgive me,
but I have known Marilyn far too long...

to accept this idea as coming from her.

Now, that urgent telegram
summoning me to get here...

may have been signed by her,
but I suspect that she did not send it.

[Sighs]
I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.

L... I was afraid if I signed my name
you wouldn't come.

I mean, after all, who am I?
I'm just an assistant editor.

All I ever get to do is proofread.

[Sighs]
Now I guess I won't even be doing that.

Why?

Because when Mr. Winfield
finds out what I did,

me and my blue pencil
are gonna be out on the street.

Now, Joan, you acted impetuously,
to say the very least,

but I'm certainly not going to
say anything to him about it.

Well, see, it's not that simple.

- I sent him a telegram too.
- Oh, dear.

I was so sure
you'd flip for Cagliostro, l...

I never even considered for a minute
that you'd hate the idea.

I've already seen his show five times.

Tonight I even taped it. L...

[Sighs]
Oh, boy.

Well, now, that isn't gonna solve anything.

Now, look, Joan,
I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

I'll remain here this evening.

Then tomorrow,
you can call up Mr. Winfield...

and tell him that I wasn't the least bit
intrigued with this character of Cagliostro and flew back to Maine.

Mrs. Fletcher, you're terrific.
I don't know how to thank you.

Well, just don't send any more telegrams.

[Exhales Deeply]
Oh, my gosh, there he is!

Cagliostro?

[Laughing]
I think it was the lady who was the elephant.

- Yeah, the elephant lady was...
- Strange, I've never heard of him.

Are you kidding? He's probably
the best hypnotist in the world.

He came from England
several years ago.

And there's an exciting air
of mystery about his past,

but he won't divulge a bit of it.

Uh, sorry.

Let's order. I'm starved.

So am I.

Double Gibson, rocks.

[Giggles]
Ahhh.

[Slurring]
I'm still waiting for that interview, Cagliostro.

Or do I simply call you "A mazing"?

Hey. Come on, Bud.

You know very well
I never give interviews, Mr. Michaels.

What's the matter?

Too many skeletons
rattling around in the closet?

What about Surrey Street?

Or what about the last time
you saw Reggie Downes?

Sir, you're disturbing us.
Leave me alone or I'll have Zack remove you.

[Chuckles]
You can remove me, all right, Cagliostro...

or whatever your name really is...

but you can't remove the truth.

I'm going to keep on digging.

Me and lots of other reporters.

There's too much dirt
under the carpet, fella.

It'll come out sooner or later!

Mr. Michaels,
I'm going to make you an offer.

Meet me in my suite in half an hour,
and I will give you every detail of my past life.

Any otherjournalists
that care to attend are welcome.

You may print anything that you wish,

providing you can remember it.

What's that supposed to mean?

My one condition is that
I will hypnotize you first.

Proving what?

That if I am, as you say,
nothing but a charlatan, you have nothing to worry about.

Lf, on the other hand, I am indeed
the world's greatest hypnotist,

I will accomplish
what no other hypnotist can do...

permanently prevent you
from remembering one word that you hear.

Now, accept my offer
or leave me alone.

I don't believe it.
I mean, you couldn't write that scene if you tried.

I certainly couldn't.

Would you excuse me,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Uh, Joan. Joan, uh, wait.

If he thinks he can
get me under his spell, he's crazy.

But you've gotta go, Bud.
Otherwise you'll look like a fool... or a coward.

You think I care
what that creep thinks?

Let him stage his show.

Me, l... I'm going up to my room
and pass out.

Bud, please.
Let me know how it all turns out.

Me?
Yeah.

Yeah, you're taking my place.

Listen, Andy, your old man
was a hell of a newsman,

and you'll be one too.

Now, go round up
some of the local boys and call his bluff.

I'll see ya at breakfast.

Mr. Cagliostro.
Yes?

L... I'm sorry to bother you,
but I was in the restaurant just now and...

and I thought you'd want to know
that a fabulously famous author is staying in the hotel,

and...and I think maybe I can get her
to participate in your demonstration.

And just which fabulously famous author
would that be?

J.B. Fletcher, the mystery writer.

Mrs. Fletcher?
Well, I would be honored to have her attend.

We will begin promptly
in 20 minutes.

Thanks. We'll be here.

[Lounge Keyboard]

Hello.
Mrs. Fletcher, isn't it? Yes.

Well, I thought I recognized you.
I'm Andy Townsend.

I work for Bud Michaels,
the columnist.

Well, I wouldn't expect you
to recognize his name...

unless you buy your reading material
at the supermarket checkout counter.

Oh, I see.

Well, Mr. Townsend, I have a dire feeling
we're both in the same predicament.

I think my editor's assistant
is trying to wangle me into the same press session.

- I guess you saw what happened.
- Uh, pretty hard not to.

Well, I hope you will attend.

I managed to scare up
a few of the local reporters,

but having you in the group
would give it a real touch of class.

Well, thanks, but, uh,
I'm heading for my bed.

I'm going to go to sleep...
the old-fashioned way.

Good night.

It's you, isn't it?
I beg your pardon?

[Gasps]
It is you!

Nurse Beecham!
Oh, I'd recognize you anyplace.

I watch Doctors After Hours
every afternoon.

You're my favorite character.

Look, I'm so sorry to disappoint you,
but I am not Nurse Beecham.

Oh, I understand.
Fans can be so bothersome.

It'll be our secret.
Well, that's very considerate,

but I assure you
that my name is J.B. Fletcher.

Oh, of course you are,
of course you are.

You know, the ladies in my bridge club
would be so thrilled to meet you.

It'll just take a minute.
They're right in at the crap table.

Uh, Mr. Townsend.
Mr. Townsend! Mr. Townsend!

Uh, look, I am a writer.

I wrote this book.

This is my picture.
I am J.B. Fletcher.

No, you're not!

- Mrs. Fletcher!
- Slow down.

I ran down the stairs.
The elevator's too slow.

Mrs. Fletcher, we're in. He's honored,
absolutely honored that you're coming.

Joan, I am not coming.

And I am not horning in
on that charade.

But you've been invited.

I mean, you're a writer.
Aren't you the least bit curious?

Ah. Welcome,
ladies and gentlemen, welcome.

Sit down, please.
Please, make yourselves comfortable.

Uh, let me explain.

Mr. Michaels,
the man for whom this was arranged, has not seen fit to join us tonight.

However, we do welcome
his representative.

Now, before we begin,
I'm going to ask all of you to relax.

Clear from your minds
all worries and anxieties, hmm?

[Person Clears Throat, Coughs]

You will only remember
that you heard me...

say important and revealing things
about myself,

but you will not remember what they are.

That memory will remain
erased from your mind for all time.

Very good.
You may lower your arms.

Now, my story begins
in a small flat in London,

not far from Trafalgar Square, in 1972.

Sorry we're late. We just couldn't
get the elevator to move any faster.

I'm sorry, honey.
The show's already started.

Look, I couldn't open this door
if I wanted to. I don't have the key.

[Glass Shatters]

Mr. Cagliostro, you okay?

- I didn't like the sound of that.
- Mr. Cagliostro!

Mr. Cagliostro,
everything all right?

What's going on here?
Something's happened inside and we... we can't get in.

Open up!

[Camera Shutter Clicking]

How do you like this one?

Six eye witnesses
and they can't tell me a thing.

Where the hell is that psychologist?

Yambert?
Should be here any minute.

I understand you were just outside
when the murder took place, Miss Fletcher.

Well, not exactly. I was outside
when the glass was broken.

And it's Mrs. Fletcher.

Did you see or hear anything
that might help to identify the killer?

I'm afraid not. It was all over
by the time we entered the room.

Are you staying here
at the hotel? Mmm-hmm.

Don't check out for the next few hours.
We'll be talking to you later.

Ma'am, this is a crime scene.

Please. Please don't go
wandering around.

Lieutenant,
don't you think that's curious?

What's that?
The hole in the glass.

I mean, it's too far from the lock
for a normal human being to reach,

unless they had a six-foot arm.

Yeah, of course.
Anybody can, uh, see that.

But then why break the glass?

Excuse me.

What do you think?

Uh, yeah, they're under.

I know that.
How do we get 'em out of it?

Perhaps I can help.

You're a hypnotist too?
No, no.

But a friend of mine
taped Cagliostro's show tonight,

and perhaps we could play back the part
where he brings the people out of the trance.

I mean, it might work
on the witnesses too.

[Cagliostro]
When I count to three and snap my fingers,

you will wake up.

You will feel refreshed,
alert and happy,

and all things will be
as I said they would be.

One, two, three.

[Snaps Fingers]
Awaken.

Hey. What's going on?
What happened?

- Hey. What is this?
- All right now, just relax folks.

Does anyone remember what happened
after Cagliostro put you under?

Did he put us under?
I don't remember that.

Where is Cagliostro?
Okay, okay.

Everybody go with Mr. Yambert here,
and we'll explain everything later.

Now wait a minute.
We're the press. We have a right to know what's going on.

I know. And you're
also witnesses to a crime,

and right now
that's a little more important.

So, please, go with Mr. Yambert.

We'll explain later. Just go.
Did you see what happened?

Mrs. Fletcher!
Oh, hi.

Uh, I'm so sorry.
I overslept. [Exhales Deeply]

Oh, you're smart.
Anybody who jogs in this thin air needs their head examined.

I'm awfully sorry.

It's all my fault for getting you
dragged into this thing.

Well, not exactly dragged in.

As a matter of fact,
last night Lieutenant Bergkamp said I was free to go.

Oh. Thank God for that.

I spent a terrible night worrying.
I feel so responsible.

- When are you leaving?
- Soon I guess.

You know, Joan, one thing you said
really brought me up short.

You said, " You're a writer.
Aren't you the least bit curious?"

Well, yes, I am a writer,

and I am more than a little bit curious
about how that man was killed.

You mean you're going to stay
to solve the mystery?

I said I was curious, that's all.

I'll probably leave
in the morning. Right.

Six people sitting there,
eyes wide open, witnessing a murder,

and not one of them
can tell us what happened.

Unbelievable.

Yeah. Unbelievable.

Dr. Yambert,
I have difficulty in believing...

that six people could just
have their memories erased.

Uh, not erased.
Blocked by a powerful posthypnotic suggestion.

A memory lock,
if you will.

You've never been hypnotized,
have you, Mrs. Fletcher?

No. No, I haven't.

So naturally you're skeptical...

that an intelligent person who, uh,
doesn't wish to be put under a spell...

can be forced to do so
against his or her will.

The thought had occurred to me.

Well, would you like
a graphic demonstration...

just to satisfy your curiosity?

Would you, uh,
like me to hypnotize you?

Yes, but I don't think it will work.

Well, why don't we just see, hmm?
[Chuckles]

All right, now just relax.

Close your eyes. Clear your mind.
You're in a safe place.

That's right. Nowjust listen
to the sound of my voice...

so peaceful, so relaxing and restful.

You have a feeling of well-being.
You're floating on a soft cloud.

Now, uh, when I count to three
and snap my fingers,

you will come out
and feel just fine.

And you won't remember
anything that's happened.

One, two, three.

I'm sorry, Dr. Yambert,
but I warned you that I wouldn't be a very good subject.

Oh, no, you did just fine.

Uh, would you like to listen?

Uh, listen? Uh, uh, listen to what?

[Yambert]
Uh, now tell me what you really think of my office.

Uh, answer as a barfly
who's had one too many.

[Jessica Slurring]
Say, honey, where'd you pick up all this junk, at a swap meet?

Mm-hmm. All right.
And now you're Park Avenue rich.

How do you like my office?

[Jessica, Enunciating Meticulously]
Frankly, the decor is simply grotesque.

[Laughing]
But if you must wear thatjacket,

at least have the decency
to have it pressed.

[Stops Tape Machine]

Uh, so what do you think
of, uh, hypnosis now, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh! I'll tell you as soon
as I stop blushing.

[Chuckling]
Ohhh!

[Knocking On Door]

What do you want?

I said, "What do you want?"
Now that he's dead,

we have a little matter of money
to discuss.

[Noisy Chattering]

Hello.
Oh, hi.

I hope I'm, uh, not disturbing you.
Are you kidding?

Listen.
This machine talks.

[Jackpot Drums Clacking]

[Electronic Voice]
Too bad. Try again. [Laughing]

Here. Go ahead, give it a try.
Oh, no, no, no, thank you. I've already lost my quota.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]
I suppose it must have been, uh, quite an ordeal...

[Electronic Voice]
Try again. I mean, the police questioning.

Questioning?
It was more like an inquisition.

I kept tellin' them
I didn't remember a thing,

and they just kept
askin' me the same questions over and over again.

I was ready to confess
just to get 'em off my back. [Chuckles]

You know, I noticed that Mr. Michaels
was quite intoxicated last night.

Yeah. That's been bothering me.

Michaels drinks like a fish,
but he never shows it.

But he was drunk
after a couple of shots.

Perhaps he has a medical problem.

No. I mean, except for a pickled liver,
Bud's in great shape.

You know, I've seen him
toss back eight martinis...

and then run 50 straight balls
at a pool table.

Yeah, for some reason,

when he staggered toward the lift,

I just kept thinking
that he was faking it.

Why?

Well, Michaels is a funny guy.

I mean, he tries to act real tough,
but underneath it all he's a pussycat. Too bad.

Yeah, I think that it was his way
of trying to give me a shot at a big story...

the way... the way my old man
used to do for him.

The only thing is,
he didn't know how big.

[Woman On P.A.]
Andy Townsend. Paging Andy Townsend.

Speaking of the great guy,
he seems to be up and about,

and it's not even noon yet.

Excuse me.

[Electronic Voice]
Come on. Be a sport. I'm ready to pay off.

[Loud Whirring]
Sorry, you can't come in here.

[Whirring Continues]
Well, well, Mrs. Fletcher. Come on in!

Oh, thank you, Lieutenant.
Excuse me.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher,
would you like a quote or two, maybe some pictures?

How about a shot of me in profile,
looking like a damned fool?

- I beg your pardon, Lieutenant?
- Your assistant told me about your book.

I don't suppose
there's much I can do to stop it.

Lieutenant, there is no book.

Joan has a very hyperactive imagination.

But even if I was writing up this story,
you certainly wouldn't come off looking like a fool.

I think you're doing a fine job,
under the circumstances.

Oh. Well, thanks.

Look, I am as baffled as you are,

but if I can be of any help...

[Loud Hammering]

We do have one promising suspect
in Mr. Kellijian.

Yes, but the trouble is you'll have
trouble making a case against him.

Oh? Why?

Well, because despite his anger
over Cagliostro having an affair with his wife,

and his... his threats earlier that evening,

the one fact that is not
easily explained away...

is how could he possibly
walk off that elevator...

only seconds
after the glass was broken?

Suppose he had an accomplice.

A man with Kellijian's power
and money...

could hire somebody
to break the glass after he left.

Well, all right.
But how did the accomplice get off the balcony?

Because it seems that's
the only means of escape...

considering all this.

I don't want you talking to her,
that's all.

Come on, Bud.
She's a nice lady.

And she could be crimping my act.

Listen, Andy,
if anybody's going to figure out...

how that phony got killed,
and by whom,

it's going to be yours truly.

Could be my ticket back to the top.
Now, stop answering questions and start asking a few.

Hello.
Hiya.

Whoo.
A sophisticated-looking bicycle.

Actually, I just jog usually.

Too tough on the legs.

It's Mrs. Fletcher, right?
Mrs. Fletcher? Uh-huh.

Yeah. I used to exercise for my work.
Now it's just this habit.

Uh, Miss Diamond, you used to
work for Mr. Cagliostro, didn't you?

Yeah.

I wonder if you could, uh, maybe
clear up a couple of things about him.

What are you doing, writing a book?

Strange. Everybody asks me that question.

Well, I got no secrets,
so what do you wanna know?

Well, for one thing, why Mr. Michaels
had such an intense dislike for him.

Bud Michaels.
Now there's a character for you.

Cagliostro used to brag about Michaels.

He knew him when Michaels
was a correspondent in London.

I mean, when he was a real newsman...
not the trashy gossip he writes now.

Michaels tried to prove
that Cagliostro used hypnosis to pull off this blackmail scheme.

Really?
Uh-huh.

Only Cagliostro was too smart for Michaels.
[Giggles]

He tricked him into printing a bunch of lies
and then sued him for libel.

It cost his wire service big bucks.

And then Michaels
and his bureau chief were fired.

And Michaels didn't work for at least a year.

Then he finally started doin'
the crap he's doin' now.

Mm. No wonder Mr. Michaels
hated him so much.

Yeah.

We all had a hard spot in our hearts
for Cagliostro.

But you did go on working for him.

Oh, come on. Ajob's a job.

I've sure had worse.
[Chuckles]

Like that sleaze joint in Vegas
where he caught my act.

Act? What kind of act?

I was a stripper.

A daring young lady
who took it all off on the flying trapeze.

[Sighs]

This is Andy Townsend.
I'm calling for Bud Michaels.

Yeah, look, he asked me
to get some background...

on a gal who used to
work for you in your club,

a Sheri Diamond.

Yeah, that's her.

She did, huh?
A trapeze act?

What kind of a trapeze act?

Oh, you're kidding.

Mr. Kellijian.

What is it, Liz, more bad news?
I'm afraid so, sir.

A dozen more cancellations
already this morning.

These are early checkouts.

All these police.
People are nervous.

Why the hell couldn't he
have died at some other hotel?

Good morning, Mr. Michaels.

Is it? I hadn't noticed.

- Mind if I join you for a moment?
- Not at all.

Thank you.

I, uh... I allow myself
one hour of fresh air a day. [Chuckles]

I've still got another 15 minutes.
Uh-huh.

Care for a snort?
Oh, no, no. Thank you.

Uh, nurse,
one more time.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher,
wanna talk about the weather,

or, uh, shall we lie to each other
about the Cagliostro killing?

- [Chuckles]
- Look.

We're both trying
to get a scoop on this one,

and we'll get along just fine
if we don't get in each other's way.

I'm not in competition with you,
Mr. Michaels.

In fact, my interest in this case
is strictly curiosity.

And maybe a book?

Well, even if that were the case,
I could hardly scoop you, could I? [Chuckles]

No, I was just hoping that maybe
we could pool information, you know.

Great. I don't know a thing.
No?

Well, maybe you could tell me one thing.
Shoot.

Why did you pretend to be drunk last night
and not attend Cagliostro's demonstration?

Pretend?

[Chuckles]
Hey, that's pretty good, honey.

Remind me not to invite you
to my Friday night poker games.

[Chuckles]

Look, I knew it was
going to be a sideshow.

I didn't want to lower myself
to his level.

- So you went upstairs.
- To bed.

Can anybody vouch for that?

Uh, well, maybe 10 years ago.

You really think
I might have killed the louse?

Swell idea,
but how did I get in the room?

Well, I'll be damned!

Excuse me.

Joan.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I think they're onto something. At least it's an idea.

Well, I'm afraid
it's not a very good one.

I found out something about...
here she is now.

Okay, I'm here.
What's this all about?

Miss Diamond, I was wondering
if you wouldn't mind helping us out...

by telling us
if you think it's possible...

for anyone to get down
to Cagliostro's room...

from off the roof.

How would I know?
Well, I thought since you used to be a trapeze artist...

I took my clothes off on a swing.
That doesn't make me a daredevil.

Please.
Just take a look, okay?

- Lemme go!
- [Joan] Okay, okay.

I've got better things to do than...
[Breathes Deeply]

Deal with your stupid ideas.

What's goin' on here?
It worked.

She gave herself away.
She what?

When I saw what the lieutenant was up to,
I asked her to come here.

Don't you see?
She used to be a trapeze artist.

She...She lowered herself off the roof...

and swung onto Cagliostro's balcony
and killed him.

And when I confronted her with the idea
of reenacting the crime, she freaked.

She has a point, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant,
but what was her motive?

She gained nothing from Cagliostro's death
except unemployment.

Anyway, that contraption over there...

took several men
and a great deal of time to set up.

Now, how could she have done that,
on her own,

in the half hour that elapsed
between Cagliostro's challenge and his death?

There has to be an answer.

Well, I'm afraid that is not it.

Lieutenant, what the hell are you doing
up on my roof without my permission?

I don't need your permission,
Kellijian.

We're investigating a murder.
Hey, don't I know it.

Cops are all over the place.
They're drivin' my guests away.

You keep this up, I'm gonna be out of business.
When the hell are you gonna wrap this up?

At the rate we're goin',
maybe by ski season. Excuse me.

They are really doing their best,
Mr. Kellijian.

Yeah, their best. That's the trouble.

I don't blame you for being upset.
I mean, it's a terrible thing to be under suspicion.

Me? I didn't kill him.

Well, you and he
had a violent argument.

That's a personal matter.
That's none of your business.

Well, I doubt the police
will see it as personal.

An unfaithful mate
is the oldest motive in the world.

So you know about that, huh?

Well, I had another way
of getting even with him.

I called my attorney.
We found a way to break his contract.

It's called a morals clause.
I was going to kick him out without paying him a cent.

- I didn't have to kill him.
- Why did you attack him earlier that evening then?

Because it made me feel good.

I'm not sorry he's dead,
but I didn't have to kill him.

And by the way, neither did my wife.

Before I went up to Cagliostro's suite
last night, Regina and I were together.

Excuse me.

But even if there are two Kellijians
with a motive, how did either of them get into that room?

That's the puzzle.
Those inside didn't have motives,

and those with motives couldn't get inside.

[Watch Beeping]

Ah. It's time
to call New York.

A friend of a friend of a friend
used to work with Zack Bernard.

Maybe I can learn something.
Well, I certainly hope so.

Excuse me, young man.
Do you know where I can find a taxi around here?

One will be around in a minute.
Oh, that'll be too late.

I want to follow that cream car.
You're kidding. Like in the movies?

Well, yes, but I'm afraid it's too late.
No way. Climb aboard.

Climb?
Yeah. Hey, you wanna catch that car or not?

Well, yes,
but please be careful.

Hang on. Here we go!

[Tires Screech]

What was that all about?

I think that is
what is referred to as a payoff. [Chuckles]

Oh. Mrs. Fletcher.
Please, come in. Thank you.

You have no idea
how relieved I am that you have proof of my husband's innocence.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not quite true.

I wanted to talk to you privately,

but I wasn't sure that you'd see me
if I told you why.

I followed you an hour ago.
I saw you give that cash to Zack Bernard.

I suppose you want your cut too.

No, Mrs. Kellijian.

But I'm here because I have to
tell Lieutenant Bergkamp what I saw,

and I wanted to give you
a chance to explain first.

Well, I should have known better.

But I didn't know what else to do.
He's blackmailing me.

Well, you could have told the police.

Mrs. Fletcher,
if it was something I could tell the police,

I wouldn't have to pay him, would I?

Then you'd rather be implicated
in the Cagliostro murder?

- It adds up to the same thing.
- Oh?

I was involved with Cagliostro.

I suppose I wanted to be.

There was something about him.

Anyway, I tried to stop seeing him,
but he threatened to make trouble.

I was scared.
I didn't see any other way.

I offered Zack a lot of money to kill him.

Oh, my.

The next day, he called and asked me
to come to his hotel room...

to discuss the details.

Then he said he'd think about it.

He never mentioned it again...
until yesterday.

What I didn't know was that
he recorded that conversation at our second meeting.

But even if he has no alibi,

there's no way that Kellijian
could have personally killed Cagliostro.

Zack could have
been his accomplice.

No, Zack could have let someone in
before Cagliostro arrived.

Well, that would eliminate Michaels
and Regina Kellijian,

because they were both seen
in the restaurant with Cagliostro.

That leaves only Sheri Diamond.

Yeah.

If Zack let her in beforehand,

she could have killed Cagliostro
and then left by the balcony.

She broke the glass to create a false trail,
and then climbed down to the balcony below.

But Sheri didn't have a motive.
Didn't she?

When we nabbed Zack at the state line
with the money, he spilled everything.

Sheri was in love with Cagliostro.

But she was too available
to be interesting.

What a great concept:

Jealous trapeze artist
murders famous hypnotist.

Great concept maybe,
but not a great case for a jury.

Look, I'm afraid it's too far-fetched.

We keep goin' around
in the same circles.

I've got six witnesses, five suspects,
one very dead body, and no case.

Six competent, intelligent,
observant newsmen and women...

actually witness a murder
and can't tell me a thing.

They might as well be
deaf, dumb and blind.

Lieutenant, say that again.

I said I've got six witnesses.

No, no, no, no, no.
What you said afterwards.

They might as well be
deaf, dumb and blind. That's it.

Of course.
That's what?

I think we may have found
a way of solving our problem.

[Sighs]
That sounded strangely like a sigh of relief.

Oh, it was.

Mrs. Fletcher and that lieutenant
just cracked the murder case.

No kidding?

It's gonna make
a hell of a book.

So, who... who did it?

Oh, I don't think I should divulge.

Hey, it'll hit the streets sooner or later.

Why not give me the scoop?

Okay, but you have to promise
that you can't print anything until they get the final proof.

- Honey, you've got my word.
- Okay.

Well, this is what they think happened.

You see, Sheri Diamond
used to be a trapeze artist in Vegas. She had an act.

Mr. Townsend,
we need your help. Sure. What's up?

Well, we've narrowed the suspects
down to one.

But without a witness,
we can't prove a thing.

Lieutenant, you know as well as I do
that I can't remember what happened. I know, I know.

But we found a hypnotist who thinks
he can break Cagliostro's memory lock.

Really? That's great.
Right.

So if he can put you under,

he might make you
remember everything.

So, who did it?
I can't tell you ahead of time.

For your testimony to be valid,
you have to tell us.

Now, can you meet us in Cagliostro's suite
in about 20 minutes?

You're very relaxed. All is well.

You're safe, secure and serene.

You're floating
on a soft, billowing cloud.

You're at peace.
You're happy and content.

I want you to go now...

to the last time
you were in this room.

You will remember everything,

every little detail with crystal clarity,
at my command.

Now, tell me everything you see.

[Townsend]
I remember Cagliostro's voice,

and then suddenly, behind me, I heard
a sound of someone at the window.

[No Audible Dialogue]

All right, bring him out of it.
We've heard enough.

When I snap my fingers, you will awaken
and remember everything you've seen.

Hey. I can remember what happened.

It was Sheri,
and she escaped out the window!

I'm sorry, Mr. Townsend,
but it didn't happen that way.

Well, I was there. Sheri killed him.

Well, that's what
we wanted you to believe,

soJoan planted that story
with Mr. Michaels,

knowing that he would tell you.

But I'm afraid
it couldn't have been Sheri.

It was obvious from the way
she behaved on the roof.

She was nervous, seemed afraid.

A little checking confirmed my hunch.

She was almost killed in a fall last year,

and ever since,
she's been seeing a psychiatrist for a severe case of acrophobia.

She's afraid ofheights.

That can't be.
I saw her, and I was in a trance.

A trance?

Let me introduce our hypnotist.

Jake Callucci.

He's the blackjack dealer
from the casino next door.

He doesn't know
the first thing about hypnosis.

Dr. Yambert coached him
in what to say.

You weren't in a trance just now,

and you weren't in a trance last night.

You cleverly discovered how to outwit
Cagliostro's most powerful tool...his voice.

You put earplugs in your ears
before you came up to the room.

In effect, you became temporarily deaf.

That's why you didn't respond
when I called to you in the lobby...

because you couldn't hear me.

Upstairs in the room, you pretended
to be in a trance like the others.

Then you surprised Cagliostro...

and stabbed him to death
with a steak knife from the restaurant.

[Huffs]
No wonder you're a writer.

You've got one hell of an imagination.
[Chuckling]

Lieutenant Bergkamp confirmed that you
bought your earplugs in the gift shop.

And your reference to the elevator
as a lift...

suggested that you had spent
some time in England.

And I'm sure that some digging around
will turn up a connection with Cagliostro.

[Exhales Deeply]

I'll save you the trouble.

My father was Bud Michaels's bureau chief,

and as such, he okayed the article
that Cagliostro tricked Michaels into writing.

So when Cagliostro sued Michaels,

my father was named too.

And when Michaels's career
was destroyed,

my father's was destroyed along with it.

He just couldn't face
starting over again, so...

[Breathes Deeply]

He k... he killed himself.

I wanted to get Cagliostro...

for years...

but I just could never figure out how.

But when this thing
dropped into my lap,

the whole plan came to me
just like that.

Forgot to count to three.

I just wanted to say thanks.
[Chuckling]

You know, I'm liable to call you
the next time I've got a mystery on my hands.

Well, as long as it isn't involved
with a locked room, please.

[Laughing]
I promise.

Mrs. Fletcher!

L... I just talked to New York.

Mr. Winfield is ecstatic,
and the salespeople are wild about the story!

I mean, if you, uh,
really want to write it.

Oh, all right, I give up.
Look, it's an interesting puzzle.

I'll give it a try.
Oh, terrific.

Uh, there's just one slight problem.
Well, isn't there always?

They don't like the new ending.
They love it with Sheri as the killer,

and they asked if...
if maybe you wouldn't mind bending the truth just a little.

A little?

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