All language subtitles for MSW s02e05 Murder.eng

I'm here to get your signature
on this bill of sale. Oh, no.

Don't tell me "no"!

The "great lady" will still be out on that stage
a dozen years from now, my dad still kissing her pinky ring.

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Your cousin was involved
in a fatal auto accident.

I told you. I did not hear that message!

- In a few months, we'll have nothing.
- I'll talk to her!

[Woman]
Your resemblance to Emma's remarkable.

Now, there's one who would make
Lady Macbeth seem like a flower girl.

Inspector!

[Horns Honking]

[Man]
Tell me, ain't I right?

A bloke never gets in trouble
chasing women.

It's after they're caught
the trouble begins.

[Chuckles]

I just got this letter from a man.

Says if I don't stay away from his wife,
he's gonna shoot me.

Ruddy mess he's put me in.
He didn't sign it. [Scattered Chuckles]

Am I keeping you up then, mate?

Slumber time, eh?

Hello there, lady.
Having trouble with your trumpet?

A bit too loud for you, eh?

You like this suit?
It was a surprise from my wife.

I came home one night and found it
hanging on the back of a chair in the bedroom.

My wife used to shop
in three or four stores.

The bills were ungodly dear.

Now the bills are much smaller.

She shops in 30 or 40 stores.

[Chuckles]
I said to my wife- I said, "You ought to be in Parliament.

You bring so many bills
into the house."

Hello, Kitty.
Bit of a surprise seeing you here.

School's on holiday.
Ah.

Your dad seems a bit off
the mark tonight. Did he tell you we've had an offer?

You've had offers before, Archie.
She won't sell.

Can't keep up this way.
No?

Somehow, I think the "great lady"
will still be out on that stage a dozen years from now...

singing the same songs,

my dad still kissing her pinky ring.

One day,
he's got the wolf at the door.

The next day,
his wife's wearin' a fur coat.

Ah, Miss Kitty.
There's a fine surprise seein' you here.

Hello, Bridget.
And how are the little children?

Learnin' their lessons well,
are they?

[Vaudeville]

House full of ruddy corpses!
They can damn well do without my encore.

Oh, things'll pick up, Oliver.
Oh?

When's that to be, Archie?
Turn of the century?

Put that in your act, old fella.
Funniest line you've said tonight.

[Scattered Applause]
Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oliver Trumbull,
ladies and gentlemen.

And now, dear friends,

the gemstone of our evening's diversion-

an interlude of melody from
that singular sweetheart of song,

that beauteous balladeer,

Mistress Emma Macgill!

♪♪ [Singing]

♪♪ [Singing Continues]

Is that it for tonight then, Archie?
Hmm?

Not wearing your fingers out counting,
are you?

We've done worse, Vi.
Have you talked to her?

I'll get to it.
In time for the next coronation.

Look, I've just come from Danny Briggs.
The offer still stands.

But he and his partners
aren't gonna wait forever. Don't tell me, Vi.

It's Her Ladyship standin' in the way.
You know what she says.

Look, your dad didn't leave you
his half of this old mausoleum...

just so's the tax people
could take it away.

They stopped wantin'
her kind of music years ago. In a few months, we'll have nothing.

All right.
I'll talk to her.

Oh!

[Door Opens, Closes]

♪♪ [Singing Continues]

♪♪ [Ends]

[Applause]

Thank you, Bridget.
Oh, hello, Violet.

Rather a nice house tonight,
don't you think? Yes, ma'am. Quite nice.

[Emma]
You know, if this weather weren't so ghastly, I think we'd have done much better.

Right, that and have Parliament
black out the telly.

Oh, for pity's sake!

Television can't compare with the sort
of live entertainment that we provide.

Well, you're right about that.
But nothing goes on forever.

Even old Queen Victoria
found that out, she did.

If you're hinting that I should retire-
Oh, no, ma'am.

I passed by hintin' around
six years ago.

The plain truth of the matter is...

it's time you packed it in,

started leadin' a proper life
while you've still got one to lead.

- Couldn't have said it better meself.
- I didn't hear you knock, Archie.

Like Bridget said,
you hear what you wanna hear.

Nor did I ask you to sit.

Now, look here, old girl.
Listen to me.

Me dad and you had a good thing goin',
but he's gone now.

Times have changed.

Archie, I know it's been hard,

but things will change, you'll see.

Give us a few more months,
at least through summer. We haven't got till summer!

We've got an offer now-
a good offer!

No. I've never been a quitter,
and I won't be one now.

You've no sense, Emma.
None at all.

There you are.
Here we go.

Thanks.

Good night, ma'am.
Sir.

Good night, Bridget.
Good night, Bridget.

You were marvelous tonight.

Oh, Ollie,
you say that every night.

Thought we'd drop by
the Ram's Head. Oh, I could use a pint.

Did you see Kitty?
I thought I saw her backstage.

Is she in from Manchester?

School's on holiday for a week.
Mmm.

I wish she liked me better, Ollie.
Nonsense.

She adores you.
Mmm.

We all heard about-
about Briggs's offer.

I expect the whole world
knows about that.

Now, look here, Em.

I've got a bit put aside-
not much, but enough.

Now, you've given them 40 years.

It's about time you thought
about yourself and me.

Oh, Ollie, I love you.
I really do.

That's why I'm gonna do you the favor
of not marrying you.

That sounds a bit warped.

I don't want to turn two dear friends
into a couple of snarling alley cats.

I mean, this is our life,

not some cottage in Dorchester
tending roses.

Now, Em-
Now, now, my dear.

Not another word. All right?
[Clicks Tongue]

Oh, damn!
I left me wallet back inside.

Excuse me, darling.
I'll be back in a jiffy. I'll meet you inside.

[Engine Starts, Tires Screech]

Emma! Emma!

It's all right. I'm all right.

I'm gonna call the police.
No, no, no. It was nothing.

It was just a drunk driver.
Well, stop fretting and buy me that pint.

[Engine Starts]

[Phone Ringing]

Yes?
[Man] Hello. Mrs. Jessica Fletcher, please.

Yes, this is Jessica Fletcher.

My name's Ernest Fielding.

I'm a solicitor representing
Miss Emma Macgill.

Cousin Emma?
Oh, I haven't seen her for years.

I'm afraid, Mrs. Fletcher,

that I have to be the bearer
of distressing news.

Your cousin was involved in
a fatal auto accident two days ago.

Oh, Lord.

[Fielding]
Now, Mrs. Fletcher, I realize this is an imposition on you,

but in Emma's will,
she specifically requested...

that you attend the service.

[Man Over P.A.]
Leisure World Airways Flight 101...

now arriving from New York.

Leisure World Airways Flight 101
now arriving-

Mrs. Fletcher?
Yes.

Danny Briggs. I was acquainted
with your late cousin in a business way.

Welcome to London.
Why, thank you, Mr. Briggs.

I was hopin' you might spare me
a few minutes...

before you get tangled up
with the solicitor.

I'd like to talk to you
about the Mayhew.

The Mayhew?
You haven't been told then?

The music hall.
You're comin' into half of it.

Really? I had no idea.
But how did you-

Oh, I have my ways, ma'am.

Look, you'll be partners now
with Archie Weems.

I'm prepared to make you both
a sweet offer for the place- more than it's worth.

Mr. Briggs, I'm sorry.
I've come here for the services.

And, frankly, until I talk to Mr. Fielding,
this conversation is a little premature.

Really, Briggs!
Not now, all right?

We'll talk again, ma'am.
I'm terribly sorry about that.

It really is remarkable.

Ernest Fielding, Mrs. Fletcher.
I'd given you up for lost.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Here. Car's right over here at the curb. Let me take that.

Thank you.

It's a great pleasure to meet you.
I only wish it were under different circumstances.

Believe me, so do I.
Here we are.

No, I'd rather sit up front with you.
I'd rather you sit in the back.

Mr. Fielding, you're not my chauffeur.
It'll be much easier to chat.

I really must insist.
[Emma] Jessica, please.

Emma!

Hello, cousin.
Welcome to London.

[Jessica]
Emma, you've put me through a terrible two days.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jessica,
but I couldn't let anybody know. It was too dangerous.

Dangerous?
Emma, what is going on?

Someone is trying to kill me.
Oh, Lord.

The first attempt
was two weeks ago.

My gas heater blew up
just after I returned home from church.

The following Sunday evening,

the rug at the top of the stairs
was loose,

and I barely managed
to keep from falling.

And this past Saturday,
someone tried to run me down right outside the theater.

But are you sure
these aren't just accidents?

Three incidents
on three successive weekends? Not likely, love.

And that's when, with Ernest's help,

I ran my car over a bridge
into the river right near Portsmouth.

Nobody knows that I'm alive, Jessica.
Just the three of us.

Emma, this is ridiculous.

You must go to the police.
And tell them what?

I mean, with no proof,
they'd write me off as some old geezer gone off the deep end.

[Fielding]
Emma's safe here. I've leased the flat under an assumed name.

I'm a prudent man, Mrs. Fletcher.

Carries an umbrella every day,
even when the sun's shining like a bright tuppence.

- One lump or two?
- Oh, just a little milk, please.

We're quite certain that
whoever's behind these attempts...

is frustrated by Emma's refusal
to sell the music hall.

Now, that would include her partner
Archie Weems, his wife, Violet, Oliver Trumbull-

Ridiculous. Oliver couldn't
possibly want to kill me.

But he might wish to frighten you.

Remember, as long as you own the Mayhew,
he knows you have no intention of retiring.

Oh, I don't believe a word of it.
If you ask me, it's that man Briggs.

Briggs?
Daniel Briggs?

He was waiting for me at the airport...

to make an offer for my share
of the music hall...

which he said that
I had inherited after your death.

- Afraid that's my fault.
- But my idea.

I asked Ernest to spread it around
that you were becoming the new owner.

That way,
I felt you might have a better chance of rooting out who's behind all this.

Emma, you've set me up.

Oh, no, love.
I've merely put you in a position where you'd learn something.

Set you up, indeed.
Oh, what a ghastly idea.

I've scheduled a memorial service
for tomorrow morning at the Mayhew.

I'm hoping that your appearance there
will stir the waters.

Well, look, it's getting late.

Mr. Fielding, instead of going to the hotel,
I'd appreciate a lift to Scotland Yard.

The police? Oh, no, Jessica.
I don't trust them. Never did.

Well, there's one that I can trust, Emma.

[Siren Wailing]

♪♪ [Humming]

Excuse me.
Ah! May-May I help you, madam?

Well, I was looking for Inspector Kyle,
but his office is locked.

Henry's off on holiday, I'm afraid.

Something I might do for you?
Inspector Crimmins.

No, l-l-I don't think so, Inspector.
But thank you, anyway.

J.B. Fletcher.

Thought I knew that face
the minute you walked in the door.

Henry's told me so much about you.

He says you're quite a peach.
He did? That's very nice.

Well, it takes a lot
to earn Henry's admiration.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher, won't you come in?

You sure there isn't something
I can do for you?

Well, it's not official, Inspector.
But I'm sure you're very busy.

Busy?
Not bloody likely.

New superintendent-
arrogant young pup.

Think he's trying to force me
into early retirement. He's just got me shuffling traffic tickets.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher,
you haven't stumbled in here with a murder, have you?

Well, not exactly.

At least, not yet.

[Organ]

Bridget.

[Falters, Stops]

Lord help us. Emma!

Morning, Trumbull.

Let me introduce you.
Emma's cousin from the United States.

Mrs. Jessica Fletcher,
Oliver Trumbull. Well, how do you do?

I'm sorry, l- Forgive me.
For a moment, I thought-

I'm delighted to meet you,
Mr. Trumbull.

I wish it were under
different circumstances.

Yes, yes, quite so.
Excuse me.

Forgive my father, Mrs. Fletcher.
Your resemblance to Emma is remarkable.

Almost frightening.

He and Emma were very close.

So I understand.
Will you excuse me a moment?

- Yes, of course.
- I'm Kitty Trumbull.

It's nice to meet you, Kitty.

Morning, all.
That's a bit of a shocker, Fielding.

She looks enough like Emma
to be her sister.

Yes, she does rather.
Look here.

Have you talked to her?
About the place, I mean? Is she gonna sell?

Aren't you jumping the gun a bit, Weems?
May I remind you,

nothing can be done about the will
until after Emma's body's been recovered.

Recovered?
Mmm!

Man, she was swept out to sea
by that river. They may never find her body.

[Crimmins]
Excuse me! ##[Stops]

Could I have
everybody's attention, please?

If you'd just like to gather round.

Forgive the intrusion.

I'm Inspector Roger Crimmins
of Scotland Yard.

I'd like to speak to the next of kin
of the late Miss Emma Macgill.

I am Emma's cousin, Inspector.
Jessica Fletcher.

Mrs. Fletcher, I regret to tell you...

Miss Macgill's body
was recovered from the beach...

early this morning near Portsmouth.

Inspector,
there's no doubt then?

Oh, here.
There's always some doubt.

That's why I must ask Mrs. Fletcher
to accompany me to identify the body.

Ernest Fielding, Inspector.
Miss Macgill's solicitor.

May I suggest that we spare
Mrs. Fletcher that grueling ordeal? Permit me to make the identification, eh?

Mmm. As you wish.

Beggin' your pardon, Mr. Fielding.

Bridget O'Hara.
I rang you up twice yesterday.

I don't wish
to appear unseemly, sir,

but the mistress promised that
I would be remembered...

after she was gone.

Miss O'Hara, I feel quite certain that
this is neither the time nor the place.

Didn't waste much time
taking over, did you?

Oh, I'm not taking over, Miss O'Hara.

No skin off my nose,
as they say.

You'll be getting it all anyway,

except that which is specified
for others-

those of us who were close to her.

Oh, believe me,
I didn't come here to take anything.

More than 30 years
I tended to her needs.

But I suppose blood
is thicker than water, as they say.

Uh, Miss O'Hara-
Bridget-

I know that you were loyal to my cousin,
and I feel that I can trust you.

A week ago, Emma phoned me.

She told me that she was
almost killed in a series of accidents.

You don't seem surprised.

I said we were close, ma'am.

I knew things were happenin'
even when she wouldn't talk about it.

It started a few weeks back, right after
she got the offer to sell this place.

To Danny Briggs?

Danny Briggs- as poor a piece of work
as God ever made.

"Impresario,"he calls himself.
Young hustler if you ask me.

Wants to turn this lovely old place
into a "rock palace," I think they call it.

Well, naturally,
herself wouldn't even consider it.

Archie Weems must have been furious.

Are you suggestin'
that Archie is a killer?

[Chuckles]
Not likely. Wouldn't have the stomach for it.

But his wife, Violet-

Now, there's one who'd make
Lady Macbeth seem like a flower girl.

...good manhood, be not forgot
upon the face of the earth,

then I am a shotten herring!
[Chuckles]

There lives but-
Break a leg, sir.

Thank you, Bridget.

You look absolutely smashing.
Ah.

I feel like a soggy tea bag.

I don't know about all this.
It's been a while, you know.

Machinery's gettin' a bit rusty.
Dad, you're going to be wonderful.

Hello.

Hello, Mrs. Fletcher.
Wondered where you'd popped off to.

Well, I've just been poking around.
This is such a fascinating old place.

I wonder, you two wouldn't have
a few minutes, would you?

There's so much I'd like to catch up on.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
but Dad has an appointment, and-

Oh, Kitty.
Dad, we're late already.

Give us a moment.

Forgive that snap in her voice,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Sometimes,
Kitty's like a faithful watchdog.

Well, it's obvious
that she adores you. [Chuckles]

Look here. If I'm a bit standoffish,
I do apologize.

It's just the resemblance to Emma
is so remarkable.

I'm sorry.
I'm making a bit of a fool of myself. Kitty's right.

After 15 years,
it's time I got on with me life.

Dad!

If you'll excuse me.

Taxi!

[Kitty]
You're nervous. Don't be.

I'm not nervous.

Look, darling, would you mind if
I go to this director's office by myself?

Are you sure?
I don't mind, really.

Auditioning at my age.

It's positively humiliating.
All right.

Look, I thought I'd check out
some travel agents.

Next weekend,
you and I should get away. Maybe a little inn near Brighton.

Sounds like marvelous fun.
Call you this evening.

Right, well,
call me if you hear anything.

Mrs. Fletcher?
Oh, no. No more, thanks.

Inspector, you don't suppose
whoever's behind this...

suspects what we're up to?

Oh, I shouldn't think so.
I think our would-be killer...

thinks Emma Macgill
really did have that fatal accident.

His or her guard should be down.

But not Emma's, I hope.
You know, I really worry about her being in that Streatham hideaway.

She's perfectly safe.
Fielding's with her.

You know, maybe we ought to take
a look around the Chelsea Road flat.

I mean, we might find something-
a clue, a lead, anything. What sort of clue?

Well, I haven't the vaguest idea.

That's the house.

[Jessica]
Look!

Oh!
Lord!

Keep back!
I'm a police officer.

It's Bridget O'Hara.

[Crimmins]
Her name is Bridget O'Hara.

She works as a dresser
at the Mayhew Theater.

She was struck by
a small sports car, yellow.

Excuse me, Inspector.
We've got Mr. Fielding on the line.

The ambulance is on the way, sir.
Right. Carry on.

Jessica.

Hello, Mr. Fielding?
Inspector Crimmins here.

Afraid I've got some very bad news.
Bridget O'Hara's been killed by a car.

Oh, no. Really?

Poor woman.
What-What do you think? Do you think it was an accident?

There's no question
it was deliberate.

I'm afraid this deception
has gone far enough.

I'd like you and Miss Macgill
at my office as soon as possible.

Mrs. Fletcher.
Oh, Mr. Weems.

Bridget.
I can't believe it.

Run down in the street.
Deliberate too.

Yes, I'm afraid it was.

Look here.
Tell me straight.

I hear Emma's okay-
that there never was no accident. And who told you that?

Sergeant pal of mine tells me just now
when he sees me come in.

Well, it's true.
Emma is alive.

Bloody hell.
What's going on?

The coat that Bridget was wearing-
In the lining, there were the initials "E.M."

Bridget was leaving Emma's house
wearing Emma's coat.

In the darkness, the killer
probably assumed that it was Emma.

I'm puzzled.

Why was Bridget wearing
Emma's coat?

Wouldn't know, unless-
Was it by chance Emma's leopard coat?

Yes, it was.
Sure. I get it.

Emma promised that coat to Bridget.
There was no secret about it.

Maybe Bridget decided to grab it before
the lawyers started muckin' things up.

A very reasonable explanation, Mr. Weems.
May I ask what you're doing here?

It's no secret.

Pal of mine on the Standard
told me about Bridget.

I also got tipped you've got Emma
stashed away healthy as you please.

I'd keep that information to yourself.

Come on, Jessica.

We're paying a visit.

To Emma?
Do you mind if I tag along?

Like to see how the old girl's doing.
Ah, Sgt. Barbury.

This gentleman has a statement to make
in the O'Hara accident.

Take it all down, will you?
Shouldn't take more than a half hour.

Right.
Here, you can't do this!

This way, sir.
What happened?

I thought that Emma
was gonna meet us here.

Fielding called.
Says she's terrified to leave the flat.

I did promise that coat to Bridget.

But why did she feel she had to take it?

She must have thought
she'd been left out of the will.

And so the killer,
seeing her hurry down the steps wearing the leopard coat,

assumed Bridget was Emma, and-

The question is, Inspector,
why make that assumption?

Everyone believed
that Emma was dead.

The killer must have known
that Emma was alive.

Are you suggesting I was indiscreet?

Security has been breached by someone.

Emma?

Oh, Jessica, l-
I feel like such a fool.

Then you did talk to someone.

Well, uh, not directly.

I was so worried about Oliver,

especially after Ernest told me
he was so poorly about everything.

I called him up at the flat and left
a message on his answering machine.

Oh, bloody marvelous!

Now, Oliver wouldn't harm me.

No, but he might have dropped
a careless word to somebody else.

And before you knew it,
half of London's in on our little secret.

I don't suppose
you told him this address? Well, of course not!

- Thank God for that.
- Inspector, aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?

After all, we don't know
that Oliver heard the message.

Huh.
What's his address?

84 Cumberland Mews.
Mm-hmm.

Jessica, we better pay him a visit.

I'll also be posting
a 24-hour surveillance outside these premises.

Is that necessary?
Oh, it is.

Not only for Miss Macgill's protection,
but on the odd chance...

that our killer makes another attempt,
we'll be waiting for him.

Where is he?
Archie'll be here.

Taking his own sweet time about it.

Look, if this is another stall-

I only know what he said.
"Call Danny Briggs," he says. "I've got news."

Well, maybe he's made some arrangement
with that American cousin. Funny.

I got the feeling
she wouldn't be an easy nut to crack.

She's got no use for this place.

And with a handsome profit to be made,
she'll sell. [Archie] I wouldn't count on that, love.

She's alive.
Who?

Emma!
Who'd you think I meant?

- Oh, that's crazy, Archie.
- She's hiding out.

The whole thing was a stunt.
Seems someone's been trying to put her away. Not me.

I said "someone," Briggs.
I named no names.

But I warn you,
I draw the line at murder.

So do I, Archie.

But I'm gonna have
that woman's signature on a contract.

My partners can be very
unpleasant gentlemen, even violent.

And if someone's gonna get hurt,
it won't be me.

Fact is, I haven't seen Mr. Trumbull
since early this morning.

He was off to services
at the theater, of all places. Mm-hmm.

Some people got no sense of propriety.
Yeah.

And you say
he's not returned here all day?

Said I hadn't heard him.
'Course, I been back in the kitchen a lot watchin' the telly.

Many's a tenant comes and goes
without me knowin'.

Hasn't done anything wrong,
has he, Sergeant?

I do like the old chap.
Yeah, actually, it's, uh, Inspector.

Oh!
And we'll let ourselves out.

No need to get testy, sir.
I can take a hint. Right. Thank you very much.

[Jessica]
Look at this, Inspector.

Hmm?

The Southgate Theater,
about 20 years ago.

"Oliver Trumbull as King Lear."

[Crimmins]
Shakespearean actor, eh?

Hardly seems possible.

Let's take a listen
to this answering device, shall we?

Trumbull? Ned Wiley here.

Sorry I missed you at the office.

About the audition.
We're pretty much cast.

But if you would like to pop into the lobby
of the Cumberland around 9:00, I'll have a look at you.

No promises, of course.
It's up to you.

- [Tape Rewinding]
- Emma's call must be earlier.

Mmm.

[Emma]
Oliver, it's me, love.

I heard about how upset you were
this morning,

and I'm dreadfully sorry
to put you through this.

I'm safe and well,
and that's all I can say for now.

Please don't tell anyone you've heard from me,
or I'll be in terrible danger.

[Oliver]
Go thy ways, old Jack.

Die if thou wilt.

If manhood, good manhood,

be not forgot-

Excuse me, young man.

I'll just consult the text.
Yes, but please hurry.

Not to worry, dear boy.

Just a momentary lapse.

I have it.

Uh, if-
[Muttering]

If manhood-
If manhood, good manhood,

be not forgot upon the face of the earth,
then I am a shotten herring.

There lives but three good men
unhanged in England.

One of'em's fat...
and grows old.

Yes, yes.
Thank you, Mr. Trumbull.

I have not finished!

I've heard quite enough, thanks.

Young man, you paid me the courtesy
to give me an audition.

You don't have the manners
to hear me out?

Look, old-timer,
courtesy had nothing to do with it.

You accost me in my hotel lobby.
You plead for a tryout.

Well, you got one,
and, frankly, you won't do.

Oh, some years ago,
I'm sure you would have made an adequate Falstaff.

Adequate?

Doth my Lord comfort me?

Came he right now
to sing a raven's note,

whose dismal tune bereft
my vital powers.

And thinks he
that the chirping of a wren...

by crying comfort
from a hollow breast...

could chase away
the first conceived sound!

Hide not thy poison
with such sugared words.

Oh!
Lay not thy hands on me!

Forbear, I say!

Their touch affrights me
as a serpent's sting!

All right, everyone.
Places, places for the first scene.

Dad!
Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

Forgive me. I'm distressed you were
witness to such an embarrassment.

Oh, Mr. Trumbull, the embarrassment
was not yours, believe me.

You were magnificent.
[Chuckles]

Magnificent and unemployed.

Is there somewhere
we can go and talk?

As it so happens, there's a friendly pub
just round the corner.

Follow me, ladies.

Emma- alive?
Very much alive.

Mrs. Fletcher,
is this some sort of a joke?

That inspector said her body had been
washed up on a beach near Portsmouth.

Well, Inspector Crimmins
was helping us to create an illusion.

Emma's in hiding under
the protection of the police.

You see, over the past few weeks,
several attempts have been made on her life.

That car in the alleyway.
I knew that was no accident. Jessica, I must see her immediately.

Well, I'm afraid
that is not possible.

The hell you say.
Dad!

Kitty, keep out of this.
Forgive me, madam.

But first, you tell me that
Bridget O'Hara was killed last night.

And then,
as if that were not enough,

you suddenly reincarnate
dear Emma from a watery grave.

I call that bloody unfeeling of you!
Dad, calm down.

[Jessica]
Mr. Trumbull, I'm sorry,

but I'm surprised
that you didn't know that Emma was alive.

After all,
she telephoned you late yesterday.

- What?
- The message was on your answering machine.

I didn't hear it.
I didn't go home.

Oh?

I spent the afternoon cooling me heels
in the office of that fool director.

When I didn't get to see him,
I camped out in the hotel lobby.

When finally I managed to collar him,
I practically begged him for an audition.

He didn't remember
my Romeo at the Globe.

Mind you, it was some years ago.

I found him in the lounge
around 12:30,

half awake, a room key
dangling from his pocket.

It was the only way I could get a drink
after 11:00. I booked a room.

So I put him to bed
for the rest of the night. I see.

So you went directly
from the director's office to the hotel lobby,

then to the lounge,
and then to bed?

Dull but true.
I'm sorry, Mr. Trumbull.

I heard that taped message
from the director asking you to meet him in the hotel lobby.

Now, that was on the same tape
as Emma saying that she was alive and well.

I mean, you couldn't possibly
have heard one and not the other.

My thoughts precisely.

Oliver Trumbull,
I'm placing you under arrest...

for the murder of Bridget O'Hara.
No!

I'm sorry, miss.
Officer.

[Crimmins]
Bridget O'Hara was struck by that car at 8: 15.

The director suggested you meet him
at the hotel lobby at 9:00.

Is that right?
Yes! I told you so!

Well, that's a difference of 45 minutes.

Ample time for you to get from
Chelsea Road to the Cumberland.

I told you.
I did not hear that message!

Oh, yeah.
You just happened to be at the hotel.

I overheard his secretary
book a table for him...

in the Cumberland Hotel dining room.

I knew if I waited in the lobby long enough,

he'd be bound to show up.

I was there from 7:30 till 11:00,

which can be verified
by the porter and the concierge.

I was paged for a phone call
from me daughter.

They remember the call, Mr. Trumbull,
and they remember you.

But they can't verify
the time you were there.

[Knocks]
Come in.

This is a ghastly joke.
Oliver loved Emma.

He'd never try to hurt her.
I wish I could believe that.

You would if you knew him.

Do you know
how hard this is for me?

Very sorry, Kitty.

Your father will be formally charged
tomorrow morning.

No!
He was in the hotel!

I phoned him there at 8:00.

There's no way he could have
been in two places at once.

The concierge confirmed your call,
Miss Trumbull. 9:00, not 8:00.

- He's wrong.
- Kitty, lying will not help the problem.

I have an appointment in an hour
with a very capable barrister. Afine fellow.

Believe me, your father
will have the best defense possible.

May I see him?

Yes.
All right. Step this way.

Inspector, I'd like to talk to Emma.

Yeah. Might be a good idea.

[Tires Screeching]
[Crash]

Here! What's the matter with you?
Are you blind?

Did you see?
You ran right into the back of- Where did you learn how to drive?

[Archie]
Get your hands off me!

[Voices Overlapping]
I'm a police officer.

Who is it?
Constable Barnes, Miss Macgill.

Oh!

Take it easy.
I don't wanna hurt you.

I just wanna talk.
We've nothing to talk about, Mr. Briggs.

Oh, we do, lady.

Plenty.
Except talk's not all I've come for.

The time for playin' games is over.

I'm here to get your signature
on this bill of sale. Oh, no!

Don't tell me "no"!

I've got people to answer to-

people that'll peel away my hide
if I don't deliver!

So you'll sign.

Oh, you will sign,

or I'll get the place from your cousin
after you're dead and gone.

[Voices Overlapping]

Who's gonna pay for my bleeding car?
Not me!

You need a seeing eye dog,
you do.

I want you to wait here
for about five minutes.

Inspector!

Emma?

Emma, it's Jessica!
Jessica!

- Shut up!
- Emma!

Get back. Miss Macgill?

Inspector Crimmins.
Open up.

- Emma?
- I'm all right, Jessica, but I can't say the same for him.

[Chuckles]
Well done, Miss Macgill.

Thompson.

A nice bit of work.

Or, perhaps not.

[Emma]
Well, what is it, Jessica?

Yeah. We've got our man.
You should be delighted.

Our man? No, Inspector.
I'm sorry to say we don't.

[Sighs]

Jessica, I'm not sure
how you arranged me release, but-

Oh!
I shall be eternally grateful.

Well, thank Inspector Crimmins.
It was his decision.

Seventeen years I've trod these boards.

Oh, it was grand,
especially back then...

when they knew that we were here.

This old place would sing
with laughter and music...

and music.

[Kitty]
Dad!

Oh, Kitty, darlin'.
There, now.

I can't believe it.
They let you go. That's right, Kitty.

We've identified the real killer
of Bridget O'Hara.

Identified? Not arrested?

Not yet.

You see, both the inspector and I
would like the killer to come forward voluntarily.

It will make things
so much easier for her.

Her?

But I thought that Danny Briggs
was the one who- No, not Danny.

The killer was someone else-

someone who had a very personal reason
for killing Emma Macgill...

and ran down Bridget in the mistaken belief
that she was killing Emma.

What's all this about?

You see, one thing seemed strange
about those three earlier attempts on Emma's life.

They happened
on consecutive weekends,

as if they had been attempted
by someone who worked and lived elsewhere during the week.

You telephoned your father
at the Cumberland, Kitty.

- The concierge said 9:00?
- He's a liar. I called at 8:00.

8:00 or 9:00 is not the point.

How did you know where to find him?

What?

You did not go with him
to the director's office.

You went shopping,
and then to the travel agent to arrange your seaside holiday.

There's no possible way
you could have known that he was going to be in the lobby of the Cumberland...

unless you had heard
that phone message.

- Kitty?
- Don't listen to her! Dad-

Jessica.
I'm so sorry, Oliver.

This gives me no pleasure,
believe me.

But, you see,
if Kitty had heard that director's message,

then she must have also heard
Emma's message.

Now, she had no way ofknowing
that Emma was hiding out at the Streatham flat,

so she drove to
Emma's Chelsea Road house.

As she arrived, Bridget-
dressed in Emma's coat-

came out and started
across the street.

All right!

All right.

Why, Kitty?

Emma never harmed you.

But she was destroying you, Dad.
Or couldn't you see it?

You were so magnificent...

with a God-given gift
that you-you prostituted...

to become a second-rate
music hall comic.

You couldn't break away.

Every year,
you got weaker and more dependent...

while I stood there and watched.

You couldn't help yourself, Dad.
But I could.

Don't you see?
I had to kill her...

for you.

Kitty.

And I wouldn't have let you
go to jail, I swear.

I know that, darlin'.
I know that.

Oh, Dad.

Oh, Kitty.

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