All language subtitles for MSW s02e01 Widow Weep For Me.eng

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

[Woman Screams]

...all of this gaudy jewelry
makes you a target for the thief?

Hey!

Who are you?
What are you doing on this island?

Mrs. Eric Brahm,
at your service, world.

And so she decides that she's gonna kill
all of his mistresses, one by one.

My loyalty stops
at two dead bodies.

Went to the old buzzard's funeral
four years ago.

We are dealing with
a professional thief,

who kills his victims
to keep them quiet.

No. The robbery was a cover
for another motive.

[Screams]

Good morning, madame.
Welcome to the Brittany Bay.

Thank you, young man.
Will you see to my luggage?

It consists of five
matched pieces, unmarked.

Please see that I leave with them
in the same condition.

Yes, madame.

Mrs. Marguerite Canfield,
Lincoln, Nebraska.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Canfield.

My wire specified your largest
and finest suite.

I'm afraid, madame, that
the King Louis is already occupied,

but I'm sure you'll find
the Bonaparte quite acceptable.

Young woman, I have never found
that little Corsican even barely tolerable.

Mrs. Canfield?

So nice to have you
at the Brittany.

Myrna Montclair.
I'm delighted to meet you.

Have we met?
No.

I've seen you somewhere before.

Perhaps the movies-
my previous career.

Well, I rarely attend the cinema.

Perhaps I've seen your face staring at me
from some magazine cover.

Well, I do hope you enjoy your stay.

I'm sure I will, Miss Montclair,
or it will be a short one.

[Woman's Voice]
"Jessica, I'm in trouble.

"Desperately need your help
and advice.

"I sense a terrible danger,
but I can't leave the island.

"Will explain when you arrive.

Antoinette. "

Madame Fletcher.

It is Madame Fletcher, isn't it?

I don't know who you are, sir,
but my name is-

My name is Chief Inspector
Claude Rensselaer, Island Police.

We spoke on the phone.

Oh, yes.
I believe I warned you not to come here.

Well, madame, not only do you appear,

but you come dressed in a manner
that can only invite trouble.

Inspector, Antoinette Farnsworth
was a very dear friend of mine.

Her last act, before she was
brutally murdered,

was to write a letter to me,
asking for my help.

Now, I do not intend
to ignore that request.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Madame Fletcher, I truly
understand your feelings.

Do you?
You didn't know her, Inspector.

We were like sisters until
her husband died five years ago, and then-

She tried to lose herself
in travel and parties,

love affairs... and drink.

And now she's dead-
killed by a thief.

But the letter-
the one that you asked me to read to you over the telephone-

that indicated something different.

Madame Fletcher, we had
a similar incident no less than two weeks ago.

Same forced entry,
the early hours of the morning.

Man dressed in black.

But this time the victim was lucky-
she screamed,

not only saving her jewels,
but saving her life as well.

I'm sorry, l-
I cannot accept the idea...

that Antoinette's death
was that simple.

Madame, you are being
doubly foolish.

Now, it's no secret that she
wrote you a letter shortly before she died,

and that fact might put you
into a great deal of danger.

It would endangerJessica Fletcher.

- That's why I registered
as Marguerite Canfield. - The famous recluse.

Madame, do you realize
that your assumed identity...

and all of this gaudy jewelry
makes you a target for the thief?

Well, I most certainly hope so.

Exactly what have you found out?

Hey, we have no physical evidence,
and those who knew her best...

all have alibis.

Who did know her best?

Well, over the past few weeks,
she had been seen with a half a dozen gentlemen,

some young
and some not so young.

Yes, I understand.

But we are very curious
about Mr. Eric Brahm, the hotel manager.

A charming ladies' man.
He was very attentive to the victim.

But then again, that may not mean
anything at all,

because he was very attentive
to all the unattached females in the hotel.

There is another young woman
from the United States- a schoolteacher.

I think her name
is Veronica Harrold.

Vingt-deux, noir.

Ah, Mrs. Canfield.

I am delighted
to meet you at last.

Eric Brahm, at your service.

Perhaps you'd do me the honor
ofjoining me later for a cocktail.

A hotel can be so lonely
for a woman unattached.

Well, ask me later,
after I've had a fling at your wheel. [Chuckles]

Oh, yes- and I only drink
Rothschild '61.

If you don't have it, Mr. Brahm,

get it.

[Speaking French]

Four, black. Quatre, noir.

Place your bets.
Cinq, rouge.

- What's running?
- Not my luck, honey.

That little ball and me have
developed a deep-seated animosity for one another.

[Both Laughing]

You just arrive at this paradise?
This afternoon.

Oh. Stay away from the crab cakes
unless you have a strong liver.

Alva Crane.
Maggie Canfield.

[Beeping]
Whoops. That's pill time.

Oh, uh, Pierre?
Send in that boy in the tight pants.

I need a glass of water.

Yep, blood pressure.
Oh, nothing serious.

My- Oh.
My doctor was sure it would kill me before I was 60.

Went to the old buzzard's funeral
four years ago.

Hell of an affair.
All ofhis patients were there.

Thanks, sonny.

[Laughing]
Hello!

Hello! Hi.

How's 17 doing?

Hiding out, as I recall.
[Laughs]

Let's go, darling.
Don't waste your money.

But 17 is the number
on my classroom door.

It's the third door on the right,
just past the cafeteria.

Custis Road Elementary School
in Davenport, Iowa.

[Giggles]
"Good morning, Miss Harrold."

"Good morning, children."

- Seventeen, on the nose, Mr. Croupier.
- Champagne.

Vingt-deux, noir.
Twenty-two, black.

Twenty-two? Darn.

Oh, well. Just one-
I think it's bedtime, darling.

[Sighs]

Is this a hunk?

I mean, can you imagine
this beautiful man with me?

[Giggles, Sighs]

Ladies, eat your hearts out.

[Giggles]

My apologies.
Have a good evening.

Come on.

You know, I never cared for tall men,
but for him I could make an exception. [Chuckles]

Excuse me.

- Mrs. Canfield?
- Yes.

- Michael Haggerty.
- Have we been introduced, Mr. Haggerty?

I believe I just accomplished
that formality.

Would you join me for a drink?
The view from the terrace is beautiful this evening.

Grab that invitation, Maggie.
I've been waiting for this Irishman to hit on me for two weeks.

A tragic error on my part, Mrs. Crane.
Perhaps tomorrow?

- Mrs. Canfield?
- Cash me in.

It's been many years
since I've been picked up, Mr. Haggerty.

Michael, remember?
And you're Maggie.

It's a pity you're so shy.
[Chuckles]

God cursed me
with a natural gift of the gab...

and an unnatural interest
in my fellow man.

Now, you, for example.

A handsome woman by any standard,

and yet it's well known you've
kept yourself hidden away for years.

You're not by chance a reporter?
You mean work for a living?

No, no, no, no.
Life's too short to endure the drudgery of steady employment.

Oh.

- A man of independent means.
- In a manner of speaking.

The British police suspected
a few of the lads and I...

liberated the Bank of England
of a million pounds,

and I'd be the last one to disagree
with such a distinguished body as the British constabulary.

[Laughing]

That handsome young man
with the American schoolteacher-

Sven Torvald.

I've seen him before.
Indeed you have, Maggie.

A few years back, he won
two Olympic gold medals for skiing.

These days, he's, uh,

pretty much a part
of the international jet set,

but there was a time
when he could fly down a slope like the wind.

[Chuckles]
But what is this now,

you walking in the moonlight
with the likes of me...

and talking about a young stud
fifteen years my junior.

If I was interested in Sven Torvald,

believe me, he would be here now
instead of you. [Laughs]

I know what I want, Mr. Haggerty,
and I get it.

That sounds like a challenge.

[Chuckles]
Did you know-

there are some lovely waterfalls
a few miles from here.

The moon is high,
the breeze is gentle,

and my car is parked
right out front.

I suppose you can be trusted?

Not in the least.

[Chuckling]
Hey!

Hey, you!

Watch where
you're going, mister!

You bloody fool,
you let him get away.

Hey, you bumped into me.

Michael, are you all right?
I'm fine, but I'm afraid this idiot...

let that fella get away
with your purse.

It was an accident, pal.
[Jessica] Was it?

Well, I'm sorry. I've been
watching you all evening-

watching you watching me-
and I'd like to know why.

Sheldon Greenberg, Mrs. Canfield.

Hotel Security.
Ah.

And I've been watching you
because I thought something like this might happen.

You'd better explain that.

Look, it's my business
to check out new guests,

especially the ones
that are dumb enough-

excuse me, ma'am-
to wear that kind ofjewelry out in plain sight.

I mean, it's an invitation to trouble,
and we've had plenty of that lately.

All I can say is, you're lucky
something worse didn't happen.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I gotta report this to the police.

[Jessica]
Inspector Rensselaer? It's Jessica Fletcher.

Is there anything wrong,
madame? No, no, no. I'm fine, believe me.

I'm calling to find out
if the house detective, Mr. Greenberg,

reported the theft of my purse.

No, he didn't, but I thought
you told me everything was fine.

Well, you asked about my well-being,
not about my purse.

What do you know
about this Mr. Greenberg?

Well, enough to know
that his credentials check out.

He's been a New York City policeman
for over 20 years with a good record.

Why do you ask?
Oh, nagging suspicion.

I'll let you know.
Oh, thanks so much, Inspector. You will excuse me. Bye.

Madame Fletcher?
Madame Fletcher?

[Jessica]
Hello!

Oh, good morning.

I see that you're
an exercise buff too.

We met last night.
I'm Marguerite Canfield.

I remember, sort of.

Sven said I made
a terrible fool of myself.

Oh, not at all.
Look, I am bushed.

Shall we go and have
a nice cold drink together?

I was afraid
you'd never ask.

Oh! Another vacation like this one
and I'm gonna be totally out of shape.

All I do is eat.

May I help you ladies?

Um, I'd like
a lemon frosty, please.

Oh, that's not even civilized.

We'll have two iced teas, please,
with lemon.

No sugar or chemicals.
Good for the blood. Very invigorating.

Oh. I'm not cut out
for this fancy lifestyle.

Give me Davenport any day.

Oh, yes, the Custis Road
Elementary School, right?

Oh, dear.
I did get windy.

Next time I win one of these
so-called trips of a lifetime,

I think I'm just gonna say no.

You won this trip?
How exciting.

Some supermarket giveaway.

To tell you the truth,
I don't even remember entering.

Thank you.
That's very nice for you.

And your, uh-
Well, whoever he is. Mmm.

Sven?

No, I just met him here.

Nope. This prize was a vacation for one.

Did you ever hear of anything so crazy?
For one.

I almost didn't come.

But I'm awfully glad I did.

[Chuckling]
Folks here have been real friendly.

Especially that French lady,
Antoinette.

She was a doll.
What a terrible thing to happen.

Yes. She was the one who, uh-

You know, she came up to me
on my first day here.

Made me feel a part of the place
right away.

How very nice of her.

Mmm. It was kind of strange though.
It was sort of like she singled me out.

I don't know.

Maybe she was alone too.

We sure did get along though.

Can't say the same for her and Sven.

Oh, gosh. There she is.
Now there is a star.

And she is so beautiful.

Oh, yes, Miss Montclair.
Do you know...

that when I was 15 years old,
I sat through The Sin of Andrea Crown six times.

- Gosh, did I cry.
- I'm afraid I'm not much of a moviegoer.

Oh, you must have
seen this movie.

It's the one where she plays this woman
whose husband is cheating on her,

so she decides that she's gonna kill
all of his mistresses, one by one.

- Hi, princess.
- Hi, Sven.

How was the tennis?
The courts were booked...

all morning.
Ah.

Do you remember Mrs. Canfield,
from last night?

Good morning.
Good morning.

Look, I've reserved a boat
down at the marina.

I thought we might
do a little scuba diving.

[Veronica]
Oh, I'd love to.

It was awfully nice
to talk to you again.

- I'll talk to you later.
- Oh, absolutely.

Oh, thanks for the tea.

I took the liberty
of checking your credentials.

Strangely,

there is no Michael Haggerty
of Dublin, Ireland...

associated
with the whiskey importing business. Really?

Which puts me
in a most distressing position,

since you've run up a casino obligation
of more than L10,000...

on what are obviously false credentials.

Perhaps you'd care
to explain. Perhaps not.

My real name
and occupation are immaterial,

and the fact that I prefer
to invent alternate identities...

is a quirk of my personality.

I trust this will ease your misgivings,
Mr. Brahm.

Draw on it as you like.
I trust your bookkeeping.

Thank you, Mr., uh, Haggerty.

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Knocking]
[Whirring] Yeah, come in.

Oh, Mrs. Canfield,
good morning. Good morning.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

[Chuckles]
It's crazy.

You know, they tell me a five-year-old
can perform magic on a computer.

Guess I should hire a kindergarten
kid to work this thing.

Mr. Greenberg, I'm curious.
Have you or the local authorities managed to recover my purse?

Funny you should ask.
I was just getting ready to call you.

I spent a couple hours this morning
scouring the grounds.

It's full of cash, so I guess it's all here.

How convenient-
especially as I just saw you chatting with the young man who took it.

Now, before I call Mr. Brahm,
the manager,

suppose you tell me
what is going on.

It's a coincidence.
I was gonna ask you the same question.

J.B. Fletcher.

Who'd you think
you were dealing with, some dummy?

Well, if you knew who I was,
why take my purse?

Because I wasn't 100% certain.
Because I wanted to look at your passport.

Mr. Greenberg, there is
a logical explanation for my presence.

Yes, and I know what it is.

You got a letter from Antoinette Farnsworth.

I heard that from the desk clerk.

So you decided to come down here,
see if you could scrounge up some stuff for your next book.

Or maybe you just
decided to come down here and make Shelly Greenberg look bad.

This is ridiculous.
I don't even know you.

I know I don't have
J.B. Fletcher's reputation,

and maybe I wasn't exactly
a detective on the New York police,

but in 20 years, even as a desk sergeant,
you learn a few things.

Mr. Greenberg- Sheldon-

believe me, I did not come here
to embarrass anyone.

I'm quite sure, left to your own devices,
you'll get to the bottom of this.

Yeah.
Anyone can see that you're a bright, perceptive man,

I mean, a fascinating personality.

Why, I can even see you...

inspiring a character in my next book.

No kidding.

I just gotta say, Mrs. Fletcher, I mean-

Your books, I mean, uh, they're okay.
I've read 'em all.

So, if there's anything
I can do to help-

Thank you, Sheldon.
That's a very kind offer.

[Intercom Buzzing]
Yes?

[Woman]
Mrs. Canfield on line one, sir.

Oh, I'll take it.

Madame Fletcher.
[Jessica] I think we should talk.

All right.
I'll come and pick you up.

No. Let me meet you- someplace
where we won't be seen together.

I know a place near Turtle Bay
that overlooks the ocean.

I'll be there, say, 30 minutes.

Well, where was I?

"Expect to see you
on the evening of the third. "

Yes. Uh, my regards
to your beautiful wife.

Oh, Eric, darling,
I simply have to talk to you about Sheikh Hassani Faud.

I'm terribly sorry, dear,
but this is an absolutely disastrous situation.

Give us a minute, will you, Grace?

That dreadful man has arrived
with six wives, four dozen children,

and the chef just received
a special menu.

Now, what was that all about?

I wanted to see you.
The sheikh was a good excuse.

Myrna.
Eric, I'm worried about you.

This morning you looked
absolutely dreadful.

Marriage is supposed
to rejuvenate you.

Prudence, my garrulous wife.

This office just may be bugged
by the home office.

Who cares?
I want to shout it from the rooftops.

"Mrs. Eric Brahm,
at your service, world."

Well, one of these days
we'll shout it together,

but as of now, uh-uh.
I know.

Company policy.
Do you know what I say?

To hell with company policy.

Why don't we just quit?
And live on what?

Give me time.
It won't be long.

Another few months at the most,
I promise.

Taxi, madame?
Yes, please.

Mrs. Canfield, morning.

Good morning, Mr. Haggerty.

I'm just out for a little spin.
Can I drop you somewhere?

Thanks, no. I'll take a cab.
Oh, come on.

It's no trouble. Hop in.

Very well.
Let me help you, madame.

Thank you.

I'm headed for the Turtle Bay Overlook.
Do you know it?

I do.

[Haggerty]
Am I driving too fast?

I'll let you know, Mr. Haggerty.

Uh, shouldn't we have turned there?

If it's a view you're looking for,
I know a grand spot even the locals haven't found yet.

Mr. Haggerty, please stop this car.

Might not be
a good idea, Mrs. Canfield.

We're being followed.

A temporary situation.

[Tires Screeching]

[Tires Screeching]

Come on. Stretch your legs.

Thanks. I'll wait here until you're
ready to drive me to Turtle Bay.

You know, ma'am, I worry about you.
A wealthy widow.

This island may not be safe.

That sounds vaguely like a threat.

[Chuckles]
A threat, is it? No, no.

More like a warning...

from a concerned friend.

May I assume that you were also a friend
to Antoinette Farnsworth?

We talked a few times.
She was a neurotic woman, twice divorced.

Like you, she flaunted her wealth.

May I correct you, Mr. Haggerty?

I understand from the papers
that she was married only once.

There was an earlier marriage
to a young, struggling Greenwich Village poet.

Technically, I suppose you're correct.
Her father paid for it to be annulled.

Hmm. You seem well informed
about her past.

Particularly since Antoinette's
first marriage to Leon Savitch...

was a secret that she shared with no one.

Leon Savitch?
Interesting you should know his name.

Tell me, ma'am,
just who the hell are you?

You know perfectly well who I am,
Mr. Haggerty.

I had the pleasure of meeting
Marguerite Canfield before she became the world's most notable recluse,

and unless you've grown five inches
in the intervening time,

you are most definitely not her.

Now. Who are you?

What are you doing on this island?

Mrs. Fletcher, are you all right?

Oh, yes. I'm fine.

Fletcher?

Sergeant D'arcy.
Will you please come with me at once, ma'am?

The inspector wants to see you
at the hotel.

Why? What's happened?
There's been another murder, ma'am.

I want you to check
with the household personnel.

Find out if anyone suspicious
was observed on this floor...

both last night and this morning.

Inspector?
Oh, that's all right.

Madame Fletcher, I must apologize
for not keeping our rendezvous.

No apology needed.
Luckily Sergeant D'arcy caught up with me.

Mr. Haggerty did a masterful job
of losing him. Luck was not a factor.

I took the precaution of having
one of my men put a homing device in Haggerty's car before you drove off.

Of course. The doorman.

Well, let's keep that
our own little secret.

By the way, madame, as I told you,
this is a very dangerous business.

Madame Crane, she was murdered
in the early hours of the morning.

I would say about 6:00,
give or take one or two hours.

The lock to the balcony was forced.
She was stabbed here in the bed.

The room was ransacked,
and her jewelry stolen.

Now, there is no question
in my mind...

that we are dealing
with a professional thief,

who kills his victims
to keep them quiet.

I'm sorry, but I disagree.
Madame Fletcher, please.

Inspector, I am now more than convinced
that the motive was not simple robbery.

I was at the roulette table
with her last night,

and she was dripping with jewels,
all right,

but they were all fakes-
and very good fakes-

but if I could spot them,
an experienced jewel thief could not be fooled by them.

No. The robbery was a cover
for another motive.

If the jewels were fake-
Oh, they were.

Which means she either wore the duplicates
to keep the real ones safe,

or, despite outward appearances,

Alva Crane had really very little
that was worth stealing.

That is an interesting notion.

Suppose we check that out.

The key to her hotel safe-deposit box.

Passport.

Airline ticket.

Envelope with about a thousand
American currency.

But no jewelry.

The problem is,
you got fakes on the mind, Mrs. Fletcher.

Like that stuff
you been wearing- glass. Spotted it right away.

Madame Crane's jewelry-

- you are certain it was genuine?
- It looked real to me.

Mr. Greenberg, earlier you said
that you were working on a theory of your own.

Maybe you'd share that with us.

I been thinking about what you said
about Brahm.

- Your employer?
- Hey, my loyalty stops at two dead bodies.

One person connects
these three robberies, and it's him.

He was all the time
sucking up to these women.

All three? You're sure?
It's myjob to be sure.

And another thing.

He was always trying to hustle money-
calling this guy and that guy,

trying to put together a scheme
to make himself a bundle.

And of that, I am also sure.

Well, Mr. Greenberg,

that is a very interesting theory,

but do remember that this is
a police investigation.

And yours truly is hotel security-
which makes me a player.

Yeah.
Mr. Brahm?

Mrs. Canfield, good afternoon.

Oh, sorry.
I should say Mrs. Fletcher.

Ah. You know.

As of now, everyone knows.
Well, do, please, forgive me.

I do so dislike deceiving people.

Actually, it was probably
a wise precaution.

Never mind.
I'm delighted to know you no matter what your name.

[Laughs]

I understand
you're assisting the police.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Inspector Rensselaer
doesn't need any help from me.

However, I am curious about one thing.

Very puzzling.

I'm sure that Mrs. Crane
was wearing paste jewels,

and it occurred to me
that perhaps her financial circumstances...

weren't quite what they seemed.

Are you asking me was she
financially embarrassed?

Well, it wouldn't be the first time
that an older woman...

had been forced to sell her jewels
to maintain a facade of wealth.

[Laughs]
Mrs. Fletcher, you have a fiendish imagination,

but I can assure you,
Alva Crane was more than solvent.

Her security holdings
are worth millions.

And not only that,
her checks were good.

You will excuse me.

- You looking for these?
- How did you get in here?

Another of my talents...

best left unexplained, Mrs. Jessica Fletcher.

You know,
I'm a bit annoyed with you.

Well, that's nothing compared to what
I feel for you, Mr. Haggerty.

You gave me a very nasty scare
earlier today.

Now I feel merely angry.

But no longer frightened?

That makes you either very brave
or very foolish.

Why were you hiding these letters
from Antoinette Farnsworth?

They weren't hidden.
They're my property.

And now I'd like to ask you
a question, Mr. Haggerty. Who are you?

And how did you know
Antoinette Farnsworth? That, madame, is my business.

You'll understand if I make it
Inspector Rensselaer's business.

I didn't know her.
I knew of her through her father.

Eduoard Martine.

As you know, one of
the foremost vintners in France and a very wealthy man.

Let me emphasize the word "very."

You know, I don't think this
is an appropriate place to talk.

It was Eduoard Martine who arranged
for the annulment...

of his daughter's marriage
to the poet Leon Savitch.

What I'm about to tell you now,
you may already know.

If not, you must promise to keep it
completely confidential.

But I can't promise that-

not with two unsolved murders.

[Sighs]
All right, then.

A child was born to Antoinette Martine
six months after the annulment.

The old man was furious.

He refused to recognize the issue
of a marriage that never existed,

and he warned Antoinette
that he would cut her off without a sou...

unless she put the child up
for adoption.

I did not know that.

She was terrified of the old man
in those days, so she agreed.

Now the old fellow's got the hot breath
of his Maker warming the back of his neck.

He's looking for a way to atone
for past sins.

Which means he's not only seeking
the forgiveness of Antoinette,

but also the grandchild
that he shut out of his life 28 years ago.

And that would be Veronica Harrold.

Very good, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, it did seem strange
that a young teacher...

should win a trip to this island
in a contest she doesn't remember entering,

and then suddenly being befriended
by a woman that she hardly knew.

The contest prize
was the old man's idea.

He is dying,
but he still has his wits about him.

How long have you
worked for him?

Off and on for ten years or more.

Various assignments
that required discretion or involved some risk.

[Chuckles]
Like robbing the Bank of England?

[Chuckles]
You may well laugh, ma'am,

but I actually had to do that once,
some years back by order of the Prime Minister.

I was attached to Ml5.

British Intelligence.
You really are a man of surprises.

Michael-

Michael, is it now?
Have we come that far?

Michael, did Veronica indicate to you
that she knew about her roots?

No. Her father had sworn Antoinette
to secrecy.

But what do you suggest?

That she knew, and that she killed
her own mother to inherit Eduoard Martine's fortune?

No, but-

We must go to the marina at once.

Why? What is it?
I'll explain on the way.

Have you read these letters?

Well, I skimmed over them, yes.

Several of them were mailed
from Alpine ski resorts.

Just the sort of place that Antoinette
might have met a handsome young man like Sven.

What?
Now, listen to this.

"I've just met
the most delightful young man.

"We've been seeing each other
every night,

"sharing secrets,
and shutting out the rest of the world.

"Don't ask his name, because if I told you,
you really would think me crazy.

Just wish your old pal luck."

Sorry. I don't follow.
But don't you see-

If they were sharing secrets,
she might have told that young man-

maybe in a drunken moment-

about her daughter.

Well, possibly, but-
And if, somehow, Sven had discovered...

Veronica's true identity,
that would explain how...

a handsome, young, international playboy
would suddenly become attracted romantically...

to a very simple,
young, Iowa schoolteacher,

even though they'd only met
two weeks previously.

No. Antoinette would
have put a stop to it.

Not without revealing who she really was.
Oh, and there's something else.

Veronica told me that Antoinette
and Sven were always baiting each other.

And finally, Michael, her last letter.

I mean, she desperately needed
my help and advice.

But she couldn't get off the island.
I think we now know why.

By God, Jessica, I think you're right.

But she's in no danger.
Torvald's got no reason to kill her.

Perhaps something worse.

[Horn Honks]

[Boat Horn Honks]

There she is.

[Veronica]
Hi! Mrs. Canfield, hi!

How was your outing?

Oh, it was absolutely terrific.

Oh, I guess it's not
gonna be a secret much longer.

Sven and I are gonna get married
first thing tomorrow morning.

I see.
Something worse, indeed.

Isn't it great?

For us both, darling.
I'm a very lucky man. Mmm.

And are you by chance
planning to honeymoon in St. Moritz?

It does seem appropriate, Mr. Torvald,
considering you spent so much time there...

with Antoinette Farnsworth.

What are you saying?
No, that's not true. They just-

We're saying we're sure
the Swiss authorities will turn up...

a relationship between
you and Mrs. Farnsworth...

that was considerably more
than casual.

That being the case, boy-o,

the wedding will have to wait
till after you've had a chat with the police about a murder.

Hey!

- Sven?
- [Coughing]

Okay, yes, I knew
Antoinette Farnsworth.

We met in Europe.

But I meet many people.

The gentleman here seems to think
your relationship was more than casual.

Well, this gentleman
is wrong.

I suggest you be as candid as possible.

All right. I knew her...

well.

And she told you
about her daughter.

It slipped out one night
while she was drunk-

feeling sorry for herself.

Back then she didn't even
know Veronica- where she was, who she was.

[Sighs]

Then I ran into Antoinette
here again on the island.

I saw her with Veronica.

I put it together.
I confronted her.

She denied it,
but I knew she was lying.

And so you pursued the daughter
knowing that one day she would be the heir to a huge fortune.

A man seizes his opportunities
where he finds them.

Madame Farnsworth could not
have liked that too much. Gentlemen.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but...

I did not kill her.

Even though by her death,
Veronica became heir to the Martine fortune?

Believe what you like.
I'm telling you the truth.

My mother?
[Sniffles]

She was really my mother?
Yes.

[Sobs]

I don't know which hurts more
about this-

the fact that we had
so little time together,

or the fact that Sven was only
after this fortune I might inherit.

I loved him.

I know that he can be
very charming.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah. So am I.

Mrs. Fletcher-

Wait. There's one thing
about these killings-

I mean, I know that you all think...

that Sven pretended
to be a jewel thief...

to hide the fact that his real motive
was to murder Antoinette,

but you know, that's not possible.

Oh?

No. The first attempt-
the one that failed-

that happened
the day after I got here.

But Sven didn't show up
until two days later.

He was in California
when that first woman was robbed.

You were right.

His entry visa is stamped three days
after the first robbery attempt.

Could have told you it wasn't him.
I know who killed these women, Mrs. Fletcher.

- Oh, you mean Mr.
- Lx-nay.

It's our secret, remember?

Now, take this key back to your boyfriend.

Tell him not to sweat it.

The cops are chasing down
the wrong alley.

Thank you, Mr. Barnes.

You'll have our complete cooperation.
Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

If I'm interrupting, l-
No, not at all.

This is Mr. Barnes,
from the insurance company.

Mrs. Fletcher.
How do you do, Mrs. Fletcher?

You're here
about Alva Crane's jewels?

When 800,000 is involved,
the company does like to be sure.

About Torvald's room-

As soon as the authorities issue the warrant,
you may proceed with your search. Thanks.

A pleasure meeting you,
Mrs. Fletcher. Thank you.

I'm afraid you won't find anything
in Sven Torvald's room. Oh?

Well, his passport puts him
in California at the time of the first robbery attempt.

I see.

And if it wasn't Torvald, then who?

Me, perhaps, Mrs. Fletcher?

You might as well know
that I've decided to fire Sheldon Greenberg.

Not only is he a total incompetent,
but I'm well aware of his accusations against me.

He makes one good point, Mr. Brahm.

You were attentive to all three ladies.

Because that is my job.

Would you like a verification
ofhis innocence, Mrs. Fletcher?

I've had about all I can stomach
of that petty little man...

and his snide insinuations.

Eric had nothing to do
with those murders.

Myrna, be quiet.

So you can be crucified
on a cross of innuendo?

My God, the whispers can be heard
clear to the States.

What time was Mrs. Crane
killed this morning?

The police believe it was
just before daybreak.

At which time, this gentleman
was sharing both my bed and my affections.

Myrna, don't be a fool.
Stay out of this. If you're shocked, Mrs. Fletcher-

Oh, I'm not.
Eric is not trying to protect my reputation.

It doesn't need it.
We've been married for nearly a year.

And the company be damned.
I don't care who knows it.

Well, my congratulations
to you both... belatedly.

Oh, I can't wait
to get away from this place.

Which may now be sooner
than we'd planned.

Eric's been trying to put
something together for months- a hotel on the Mexican Riviera.

The only thing holding it up is money.
The key to everything.

Isn't it always?

Oh, yes. Yes, it is.

- Mrs. Fletcher?
- I'm so sorry. I must go and call Inspector Rensselaer.

We are telling you the truth.

Oh, I'm quite sure you are.

And I wish you both
many years of happiness.

Mr. Greenberg?

Guess you heard, huh?

Looks like the bear got me
before I got him.

This is mine.
I paid for it with my own money.

Mr. Greenberg, the case against
Mr. Brahm isn't quite closed.

There is one question
that I have to ask.

Did he by any chance have a master key
to these safe-deposit boxes?

No way.
I got the only one right here.

Never leaves my sight-
which reminds me.

Just what I thought.
Huh?

It wasn't Eric Brahm or Myrna
that killed those women.

Nor was it Sven Torvald
or Veronica Harrold.

In fact, Veronica's inheritance
wasn't even the motive.

Hmm? What was the motive?

Greed, Mr. Greenberg-
plain, old-fashioned greed.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- Oh, I think you know what I'm talking about.

Theft- the theft
of over a million dollars in gems...

by a man who spent
the past couple of years watching others live the good life.

Being close to it, but never a part of it.

Well, if that's an accusation,

you're crazy.

Alva Crane owned nearly
a million dollars'worth ofjewels.

They were insured.

The company investigator was here earlier
to file a report.

I met him. So what?

Well, it means that Alva's jewels
were real,

not fake.
Yeah, I already told you that.

Yes, but thejewels I saw her wearing
were paste,

so she must have kept the others
elsewhere for safekeeping.

And where else but here
in your office?

Lady, when we opened the box,
there were no jewels.

Because you'd already taken them.
You killed her.

Took her safe-deposit key,
opened the box,

and after you removed the jewels,
you returned the key to her room.

I suppose you think
you can prove all that.

Yes, I think so.

You see, at the roulette table,

I noticed that Alva kept
her safe-deposit key in a small change purse...

inside her handbag.

Yet, when her body was discovered,
the key was out ofher purse,

lying on the dresser in plain sight.

Someone had used it.

And since you didn't mention that fact,

the user must have been you,
Mr. Greenberg,

because no one could have gotten
into the box without your key,

which, as you just pointed out,
you kept with you at all times.

I'll say this.
You've got one hell of an imagination.

[Haggerty]
It's more than imagination, Mr. Greenberg.

Based on Mrs. Fletcher's deductions,
the authorities have obtained...

a search warrant,
and went through your luggage.

Even though these beauties
have been removed from their setting,

I doubt we'll have
any difficulty identifying them as having belonged to Alva Crane...

and Antoinette Farnsworth.

I really wouldn't do that
if I were you, Mr. Greenberg.

A million bucks.
Thanks, lady.

I could have lived like a king.

Oh, gosh, Mrs. Fletcher.
I'm so nervous. Don't be.

Michael tells me that your grandfather
has mellowed like a good wine.

And even if he hasn't,
who needs $40 million anyway?

[All Laughing]

I like your spirit.

I don't suppose Mr. Torvald
is going to be tagging along.

Sven?

Thank you for everything.

Now, keep in touch.
I really want to hear from you.

I promise I will.

Might I hope for
the same sort of good-bye?

You might.
[Laughs]

Ah.

Well, now, what's this I've always heard
about crusty New Englanders?

Oh, it's just a rumor
started by our forefathers to keep out the tourists.

I see.

And if someday I should show up
on your doorstep?

An exception might be made.

Well, in that case, Jessica,

the question is no longer whether,
but when.

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