All language subtitles for MSW s02e17 One Good Bid Deserves A Murder.eng

- Hey, who is that broad?
- Some murder suspect named Fletcher.

- Jessica?
- [Woman] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

[Screams]

What are you falling to pieces for?
He was only an actor.

We wish to inspect the diary, Doctor,
not speed-read it.

How am I supposed to bid on it
if I don't know what's in it?

- You're in it, Doctor.
- [Gasps]

- [Jessica] Why would I kill him?
- If murder were a disease, you'd be contagious.

The diary is gone.
Someone broke into my safe and stole it.

I'm real close
to self-destruct, Mrs. Fletcher, so don't do anything stupid. Move!

[Woman]
Oh, Mr. Bennett, you're so kind.

Not at all, Lydia.
It is you who are kind to remember me.

- May I wish you a very pleasant flight.
- Thank you.

Mr. Bennett?

Richard.
Jessica. How good of you to come.

Oh.
I was so worried.

Well, you know that Cabot Cove bus.
It is not a model of punctuality.

Come and sit down.
I'm afraid I don't have much time.

My plane for Barcelona
leaves in 20 minutes.

Oh, good heavens.
You know, your telephone call, you sounded so mysterious.

Jessica, I need your help.

I don't know anyone else
I can trust.

Richard, what is it?
You've heard of Radford's?

Of course,
it's the auction house.

Yes. I received this
the other day.

Somehow they've managed
to get hold of Evangeline's diary.

At 5:00 on Saturday,
they're going to sell it off to the highest bidder.

Then all the rumors
about the diary are true.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Jessica, I want you
to get it for me.

I'd do it myself,
but my presence would only attract attention,

which is precisely
what I don't want.

Yes, I know how much
she meant to you, Richard. Yes.

Well, I won't have her name
exploited anymore.

A million dollars?

If you need more, I've authorized
my bank to release any amount. Any amount, Jessica.

Richard, I'm not sure that I can.

I am. I would not trust this
to anyone else.

This is a letter
from Evangeline.

A sample of her handwriting.
I don't want to buy a pig in a poke.

All right. Now, after
I've purchased the diary, how do I get it to you?

You don't.
Once you've taken possession of it,

please, destroy it.

[Man]
No, no, no, don't worry. Believe me, it'll never go to trial.

[Phone Ringing]
Stan, I have to go.

Uh, remember now,
you owe me one.

[Phone Ringing]

Yes, sir.
Bring me up to date.

I spoke to Radford again.
He won't deal privately.

He's got people like Richard Bennett
and Sal Domino interested.

Damn it, Robert,
that's not good enough.

If that diary's made public, the only way
either of us will see Washington is on a tour bus.

Sir, I have always done
anything you asked of me.

And that's why you'll do this as well.
Tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.,

someone will walk out of Radford's
with that woman's diary.

I expect that someone
to be you.

I'm not asking how
or how much, Robert, I'm telling you, do it.

[Hangs Up]

Evangeline.
Mesmerizing, isn't she? Even now.

Yes, she certainly is.
It is Mrs. Fletcher, isn't it?

- J.B. Fletcher?
- Why yes, but-

I'm an avid reader
of the Sunday book review. William Radford.

I know. I'm a sometimes reader
of the society pages.

Oh. Did you know her?

No, not really.
L-I met her twice, but only casually.

She and I were quite close.
I'm delighted you're here.

The presentation
of the diary this afternoon has piqued a great deal of interest.

Well, I'm afraid I'm not here
out of curiosity.

I intend to enter the bidding,
representing Mr. Richard Bennett.

Bennett won't be here?
But I've notified the press.

Channel 8 is sending
a remote crew.

I'm sorry. You're stuck with me.
Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to authenticate the diary.

Of course.
It's in my office. Please.

I transferred the diary
from my safe-deposit box the first thing this morning.

- Let go of me!
- Bert, what's going on here?

Tell this buffalo
to take his hands off of me before I slap this junk shop with a lawsuit.

I'm sorry, sir.
This woman just offered me $5,000...

to steal the diary
before you auction it off.

I thought you oughta know.

Yes, yes, Bert, you were quite right.

- I can handle it from here.
- Yes, sir.

You were asked to bid
on the diary, Dr. Dunn,

not to steal it.
You know my name?

As psychiatrist to some of
Hollywood's biggest stars,

Dr. Sylvia Dunn is something
of a star in her own right.

- Meet Mrs. Fletcher.
- How do you do?

Hello.
I have enemies, Radford.

Powerful enemies.
But I'm not going to keep silent.

As Evangeline's former analyst,
I resent your contemptuous efforts...

to make a quick buck
on that poor child's unhappiness.

The owner has
a perfect right to sell. I'm merely the middleman.

- And just who is the owner?
- That, I'm afraid, is privileged information.

A court of law
might disagree, Mr. Radford,

if it's true that the diary
was stolen from Evangeline's bedroom the night ofher death.

You wish to authenticate
the diary, Mrs. Fletcher? Please, feel free.

Well, the handwriting matches.

We wish to inspect the diary, Doctor,
not speed-read its contents.

How am I supposed to bid on it
if I don't know what's in it?

You're in it, Doctor.
That's all you have to know.

The last movie of yours, Sheila?
Dynamite.

I'm glad you liked it, Sal.
Actually, I thought it stunk.

But you have always
had a real talent for turning organic fertilizer into greenbacks.

"Sheila Saxon Presents."

You've come
a long way, baby.

So have you, baby.

Are you still developing
dirty pictures in your bathroom?

[Chuckles]

Oh, you and me,
we have had some good old memories together.

So, what brings you here,
honey?

Wanna make a picture
about my life, huh?

Oh, no, not yours, love.
Evangeline's. I should have known.

The diary.

You know how close we were.

Hell, I discovered the kid.
I made her a star.

I loved her like a sister.

And then when she died-

Sal, I just wanted to do a picture
about the real Evangeline.

You know, the scared, tender kid
behind the myth.

I just wanted people
to see her like I did. That's all.

That is so beautiful, baby.

When they start to hand out
the Oscars for Best Performance by a Hustler,

you're gonna get my vote.

Now, you wanna talk business,
let's talk business.

All right. You buy the diary
and publish it.

I go halves
and buy the film rights.

Now, if we merchandise this right,
the picture alone will gross over a hundred million.

Now, Sal, I am willing
to cut you in...

for five percent,
for old time's sake, huh?

- Maybe I can do better.
- Maybe.

But the auction is in three hours,
and I am right here with the checkbook.

You see, if we bid separately,
we might get outbid.

But if we do it together,
you and I,

we got it locked.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.
That's not for sale this week. It's blue tagged.

Ah, I see something
has caught your eye. Are you a collector?

No, but a friend of mine
back in Cabot Cove is.

Oh, he'd be absolutely thrilled
with something like this.

Well, if you like it,
it's yours.

Oh, my goodness, thank you,
but I couldn't possibly accept it.

How much money
do you think it'll bring? Well, actually, it's mine.

I was going to auction it off
for about $300, tops.

Well, could I offer you a check
for $300 then?

[Chuckles]
Well, if you insist. I'll have it wrapped for you.

Well, thank you.
Thank you very much. Excuse me.

[Man]
The bid now is at $ 1,000. And 1, 100, the lady's bid.

Twelve hundred front. Thirteen.
Fourteen hundred. Fifteen hundred.

Sixteen. Seventeen in the back.
And eighteen to the left.

And nineteen. Two thousand.
Now twenty-two fifty.

Twenty-two fifty.
Twenty-five hundred. Twenty-seven hundred and fifty.

Three thousand, the lady's bid.
And now thirty-five hundred in the back.

At thirty-five hundred.
And four thousand front. Going at four thousand.

The bid is four thousand.
All through at four thousand dollars.

And sold at four thousand dollars,
the lady front.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this next piece was added at the last minute...

in response
to several special requests.

This is a classical
19th-century armoire,

all of mahogany,
finely carved...

and mounted with
chase bronze plaques.

We ask anyone interested
to please step forward and inspect it.

[Indistinct Whispering]

[Chattering]

Fantastic.
Look at the finish.

- [All Gasp]
- [Screams]

Lieutenant, this is absurd.
You can't just arbitrarily close down this auction.

Excuse me, sir,
but the body of a famous movie star tumbles out of a piece of furniture.

It's not exactly
business as usual.

Your superiors
will hear of this.

They usually do.

[Phone Ringing]
[Woman Sobbing]

Come on, come on.
Get a hold of yourself. Everybody's staring at us.

Sal, I can't believe it.

Do you know who that was?
Richard Bennett.

I know, I know, honey,
but what are you falling to pieces for?

He was only an actor.
Oh, Sal.

This way, please.
Go ahead.

Lieutenant, you wanted
to talk to Mrs. Fletcher.

Yes, yes, right. Thanks.

Fletcher. Fletcher.
Jessica? Uh, yes, that's right.

Yeah. Uh, Radford tells me
you're a last-minute bidder?

You're here in place
of the deceased. Yes.

Who-Who was supposed
to be in Spain making a movie,

but obviously he wasn't,
right?

So, what can you
tell me about that? Well, nothing.

[Scoffs]
I have no idea why or how Mr. Bennett died.

You don't.
No. Or what he was doing back in this country.

Five days ago,
he gave me a check.

A check? A check?
What check? Uh, it's this check.

To bid on the diary
of Evangeline.

It's for a million dollars.

It's made out to you.

Yeah, well, obviously, I was, uh-
I was going to endorse it over to Radford's.

Obviously.
Suppose you weren't the high bidder?

What then?
The check's still made out to you.

Meaning that I could
or would have cashed it?

- Lieutenant.
- Oh, Mr. Radford, please.

It's gone. The diary is gone.
Someone broke into my safe and stole it.

Wait a minute.
Are you sure?

When's the last time
you saw it?

About two hours ago,
when I let Mrs. Fletcher examine it.

Well, surely you-
you don't think that l-

Um-

Harry, Officer Darrin said
he found you unconscious and beaten up in an alley.

Now what happened?
Hey, get off my back, will you, Hogan?

That cop should have minded
his own business, and so should you.

[Chattering]
Hey, who is that broad?

Some murder suspect
named Fletcher.

- Jessica?
- Sit down.

Are you sure you don't
want a lawyer present, Mrs. Fletcher?

Lieutenant, this is
utterly ridiculous. Jessica.

Harry? Harry McGraw.
Oh, my goodness. How are you?

Never mind about me.
What'd these dirtbags drag you in here for?

- You know this bum?
- Well, of course.

Harry and I solved a case together.
I see your eye hasn't changed much in the past two years.

Oh, this? It's nothing.
It's some kind of allergy. Now listen, Casey-

No, no, no, you listen, McGraw.
Take a hike. This is an official interrogation going on here.

Oh, yeah?
Where you hiding the rubber hose? Look, this lady, and I mean lady,

happens to be
a very famous author.

Not to mention,
a close personal friend of mine.

And she did not snuff anybody.
I give you my personal guarantee on that.

Oh, hey, that changes everything.

Uh, Harry, it's all right.
I'm gonna be fine.

You bet you will, Jessica,
because as of right now, I'm taking you on as a client.

McGraw, I'm giving you
five seconds to get out that door before I throw you out.

Yeah, you do, Casey,
and I'll go right to my pals on the Morning Bulletin...

and tell them how this Boston flatfoot
with baked beans for brains...

just put himself in line
for a foot patrol beat in Brockton.

Now come on.
Suppose you just tell me what the hell's going on around here.

I think we can find
something here to fix your eye.

Richard Bennett,
iced right here in Boston, and it's my case.

There is no case, Harry.
You heard what the lieutenant said. I'm not seriously under suspicion.

Well, I don't think
it was such a hot idea leaving that million-dollar check with him.

Well, there's no possible way
he could cash it, even if he wanted to.

Yeah, you don't know
Boston cops.

- What's this?
- An ice pack to put on your eye.

Anyway, you're not walking
away from this.

Yes, I did promise Richard
that I'd get Evangeline's diary.

You bet you did.
Which means you're staying.

Which means
I'm sticking close to you. Oh, now, Harry, really.

You know, murder cases have a way
of bringing out the worst in people.

Now, you ask me,
you're gonna need a lot of protection.

And I'm just the guy
who can give it to you.

Yes, Harry.
That makes me feel much better.

Good Lord!

Maybe now you'll listen to me, huh?
Oh!

No, nothing is missing, Lieutenant,
but I thought I ought to report it anyway.

Oh, yes, yes, I will.
Thank you.

Are you sure
there's nothing missing?

Harry, there was nothing to take.

What about this thing?

Oh, this is an antique
Spanish chess set worth a few hundred dollars. That's all.

Unless-
Unless what?

I remember reading about chess sets
similar to this one.

Some of them
had secret hiding places,

where people who had reason
to fear the Spanish Inquisition would hide their valuables.

Let me see.

Um, how did it work?

You press down simultaneously
on the king's square.

[Clicks]

Evangeline's diary.

This is what our intruder was after.

I get it.
So, whoever stole the diary, stuck it in this drawer,

and then used you
to slip it out right under the noses of the cops-slick.

I suppose I should hand it
to the police.

Yeah. Now, listen, Jessica,
before you do anything,

you know, Bennett wanted this,
a million bucks' worth.

And somebody else wanted it
bad enough to kill him.

You're dealing with
some pretty tough customers here. I think you'd better let me handle this.

Uh, no, no.
Before I do anything,

l-I wanna find out for myself
what's so important about this diary.

My goodness.

Oh, merciful heavens.

Pretty juicy stuff, huh?
Let me take a peek.

Uh, Harry, my interest
is simple curiosity...

about possible suspects.
Well, it's mine too.

Uh, hey, you know,
I'm getting really hungry.

What do you say we order
something up from room service?

Hey, that's a good idea.
I could do with a sandwich and a nice pot of tea.

This could be a very long night.
[Clears Throat]

[Ticking]

You know, I can't believe
I fell asleep reading this diary.

It's intriguing enough
to keep anybody awake.

Oh, yeah?
Like what, for example?

Harry.
Oh, come on, Jessica.

Am I in this or aren't I?
All I wanna do is help.

Well, it covers the last year
of Evangeline's life.

In addition to several love affairs,
she has some very unpleasant things to say about Sal Domino,

not to mention,
the producer Sheila Saxon and Dr. Dunn.

Also, there's a mysterious person
called Al.

Al who?
She didn't mention his last name.

But the day before she died,
he caused quite a scene at her house,

and Richard Bennett
had to throw him out.

So Bennett was still seeing her?
Only as a friend.

She was romantically involved
with Jonathan Damon.

Damon, the ambassador?

Throughout the diary,
she only refers to him as J.D.

It's only in the last few pages
that she identifies him by name.

Jessica, you know
what you're holding there? A hot potato.

See, Damon's looking for a shot
at the White House.

Only if it ever came out
that he was warming the sheets with Evangeline-

Oh, wait a minute. If Damon's
in the book, how come he wasn't there trying to buy it?

One of the bidders was a lawyer
named Robert Rhine.

Now, he refused to tell the police
who he was representing.

Rhine, sure.
Him and Damon are as tight as a new pair of jeans.

Jessica, you're really
making a mistake giving that back, you know?

Harry, it's not mine to keep.

After I've reread
a few of these sections,

I think I'm gonna stop by
and see Mr. Radford.

I feel that he and I should take it
back to the police together.

One thing I like about you, Jessica,
you got a real sense of propriety.

You'd make a lousy private eye.

[Clears Throat]
Well, I'm heading out and see if I can shake anything loose.

Oh, and do me a favor.
Don't open this door to any strangers.

Especially not to anybody
who's mentioned in that diary.

[Door Closes]

[Man]
First of all, I do not traffic in stolen property.

Well, suppose I could get you
a photocopy...

for, uh, oh,
say a hundred grand?

I just drink
at the Ritz, Mr. McGraw. I don't own it.

But your pal, Ambassador Damon,
owns half of Boston.

Now look, Rhine, you wanna dance?
Go do the boogaloo with somebody else.

Now me? I'm just here
on a mission of mercy,

which involves saving
your pal's ambitions for the White House.

Now, you don't want a hand in this game?
I'll deal in Sal Domino.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Oh, what, are you threatening me?
Get off my case.

The photocopy isn't worth
all that much, with the original floating around.

It is if Damon wants to know
what Evangeline wrote about him.

Think it over, mouthpiece.

I'll be in touch.

Mr. Radford?

Mr. Radford?

Mr. Radford?

[Gasps]

This is ridiculous, Lieutenant.
Why would I kill him?

Beats me, Mrs. Fletcher,
but every time I find a body, you seem to be in the neighborhood.

And not only that,
you just happen to be carrying this million-dollar diary...

that everybody's trying
to get their hands on.

Yeah, but I explained that.
Look, obviously Mr. Radford faked the theft of the diary...

and then used me to unknowingly
smuggle it out of the premises.

I sure love your theory.
I did not kill Mr. Radford.

And quite frankly, Lieutenant,
I don't honestly think that you believe that I did.

[Phone Ringing]

Okay, Mrs. Fletcher, you can go.

- [Sighs]
- But I'm warning you.

If I find you near another body,
I'm gonna book you.

If murder were a disease,
you'd be contagious.

Well, that is a charming diagnosis.
Thank you.

Hogan. Tag this and put it
in the evidence room.

Personally.

Taxi!

Jessica, get in.
Oh.

Thanks.

I just heard about Radford.
You all right?

Harry, I'm fine.
Lousy cops.

Thinking for one minute
that you could have been involved in icing the guy.

So, uh-
[Clears Throat] What did happen?

Harry, he was dead
when I got there.

Well, who said he wasn't?

It's my hunch that whoever
killed Richard Bennett...

didn't believe that the diary
was really stolen.

The killer probably tried to force
Mr. Radford to divulge its whereabouts.

Okay. So who would want
the diary bad enough...

to take out two of the players?

Who? Everybody,
if they had the guts.

I know one person
with nerve enough to try to bribe a warehouse workman to steal it.

The shrink, Dr. Dunn.

Harry, stop at
the next telephone booth. I wanna look up an address.

Dunn lives in this dump?
No, Bert Cromwell does.

The warehouseman
that Dr. Dunn tried to bribe.

Hold it, Jessica.
This ain't Cabot Cove.

Better let me handle this.

I'm so sorry to bother you, Mr. Cromwell.
We were wondering if we could ask you a few questions.

- Well, about what?
- Won't take long. I promise.

Well, sure.
I'll be glad to.

Come on. I was just on my way
down to the laundry room. We can talk down there.

Now, Bert, how come
you didn't take the Dunn dame up on her offer?

I mean, five thousand's
a nice piece of change. Harry.

And how do we know
she approached you? Maybe it was the other way around.

Excuse me.
But I told you the way it happened.

She said she'd give me
five thousand in cash.

In fact, she had it
right there in her purse.

You saw it?
All in twenties.

Still in those wrappers
from the Remington Federal Bank.

Come on, Bert.
Why would a dame like that trust a guy like you she didn't even know?

Excuse me, Mr. Cromwell.
Bert. We were hoping-

Now, you were in the back area
during the auction?

Back and forth,
but I don't know anything about Mr. Bennett's death...

if that's what you mean.
Oh, no, no, no, no.

But you might have seen
or heard someone or something.

I'm sorry. The police
already asked me that.

Oh, of course.
Well, if you do think of something, anything,

would you call
either Mr. McGraw or me?

- Well, sure, if I do.
- I'm in the book.

I'd give you a card,
but I'm fresh out.

Thank you so very much,
Mr. Cromwell.

Oh, and be careful there, Bert.
You know, too much starch in your shorts will make you cranky.

Oh, Harry.

Oh, terrific, my hubcaps.

Oh, good Lord.
Oh, this is great, Jessica.

We waste a half an hour
with that muscle-bound grunt, and all it cost me was four hubcaps.

Well, I'm sorry, but the time
was not exactly wasted.

Bert said that the money came
from the Remington Federal Bank.

And that is in Los Angeles, Harry.
Which means that Dr. Dunn's bribery plan was premeditated.

I want to talk to her.

Yeah, well, uh, listen.
I'm gonna be a little tied up tonight.

Oh, you've got a date, Harry?
Oh, that's nice.

Well, you know, all work
and no fooling around, uh, ain't exactly living.

May I have the key to 812, please?
Here you are.

Thank you.
Mrs. Fletcher?

Dr. Dunn. I was about
to try to track you down.

You too?

I must talk to you
privately.

All right. My room?

- Is it bugged?
- No, I don't think so.

All right.
I'll take the chance.

I've been told there's a copy
of the diary available for sale.

Oh, really?
Who told you that?

Oh, don't give me that, Mrs. Fletcher.
I know you're in on it.

In on what?

Why are you out to get me?

I'm sorry, but I don't know
what you're talking about.

A friend of a friend
works for Robert Rhine,

who works for Ambassador Damon.

He was offered a photocopy
of the diary.

And since it was
in your possession at the time-

Doctor, believe me-
Why should I believe you?

You're out to get me
just like the rest of them.

The rest of who?

I know.
[Chuckles]

Trust me, I know.

[Sighs]

You try to... help people.

Ease their fears.

Help them to face
their problems.

So what if I prescribed drugs
to get them through the dark moments?

It's certainly preferable
to a total breakdown.

If you're referring to Evangeline,
I did read the diary, Doctor.

The drugs were necessary!

To keep her tied to you, Doctor?

Is that what she wrote?

[Chuckles]

I should have known.

It's not true.

Patients are
always inventing fantasies involving their analysts.

Well, I'm certainly not gonna let
her neurotic scribblings...

destroy a lifetime of hard work.

I want that copy, Mrs. Fletcher.

And I repeat, I don't know
what you're talking about.

So, you're one of them.

All right.

Have it your own way.

But I am going to fight.

You're not going to get me,
not now and not ever.

Are you sure McGraw
didn't talk you into this?

Oh, no. No, tonight
Harry's off pursuing other, uh, interests.

Well,

I'm gonna let you have
one more look at this diary,

but only because...

I'm at a real dead end here.

LfJudge Parker
ever gets wind of this,

he's gonna chew
my butt out good.

Lieutenant.
Yeah.

A few pages in the diary
are missing.

What?

You see the dates on these entries?

They jump from
October 17 to October 20, the day she died.

Nobody had access to this
except my people and Judge Parker.

He was in here this morning
looking at this in private.

Judge Parker?
Well, surely he wouldn't do a thing like that.

Not unless he owed
somebody a favor.

Damn!

Just what I need.

How am I gonna arrest
Judge Parker for tampering with his own evidence?

Who would Judge Parker
owe that big a favor to?

AmbassadorJonathan Damon,
perhaps?

I gotta tell ya, honey.
That's my kind of movie.

I thought you'd
like it, Harry-

murder, mayhem, lust, vice.

Yeah.
And all as phony as a three-dollar bill.

No, my next film
is gonna smell of realism.

I am talking the real
nitty-gritty of the streets,

focusing
on a real-life private eye.

Harry, have you ever considered
a movie based on your life story?

You're kidding.
I can see it now.

The last surviving
paladin of justice.

A Galahad in a fifty-buck suit,
roaming the mean streets.

Desired by women.

Yeah, yeah, and all
you need from me is?

A copy of Evangeline's diary.

Yeah, hold it, doll face.
You know, you're supposed to wait for me to make the first move.

Who told you about it?

One phone call
to my bank in L.A.,

and I can have
the cameras rolling inside, what,

three months?

Maybe you could
even play the part.

Terrific. And then
you can work me over like you did Evangeline.

What?

Come on.
You worked her like a plow horse and you robbed her blind.

Who knows?
Maybe you even killed her.

Maybe all this stuff about suicide
is just turkey stuffing.

Why, you two-bit gumshoe.
I have just offered you the chance of a lifetime.

Yeah, you're a real
fairy godmother, aren't you?

You know, I never hit a dame
in my life, but you're just begging to be number one.

[Lock Clicks]

Surely you weren't looking
for this, Harry.

Oh, now wait a minute.
Oh, my goodness, your eye.

And I thought
it was getting better.

Oh, this is nothing.

Me and somebody
had a little disagreement. Ah, about this?

- Now, I can explain that.
- Oh, I'm sure you can.

I would have told you before,
but you got too many scruples.

And you obviously don't.

I understand you were going to sell
this copy of the diary to Robert Rhine?

Ah, that was just a cover.
See, I figured if the killer thought that there was a copy for sale,

- I could smoke him out, that's all.
- So you what?

Ordered a pot of tea
from room service, and, uh, slipped me a Mickey.

I wish you wouldn't
put it that way, Jessica. We needed some leverage.

And it's working too.
I'm stirring up a real hornet's nest.

Oh, yes, I can see that.

Well, actually, Harry,
it's a good thing that you did make a copy of the diary,

because somebody
got through police security...

and removed the last few pages
of the original.

Somebody representing
Ambassador Damon.

Wow. And since we've got the copy-
Hey, what's in those pages about Damon?

Well, it seems that he canceled
a weekend trip at the last minute.

Evangeline thought
that his advisors might have finally persuaded him to break it off.

Sure. He'd never get the nomination
with her hanging around his neck.

And that's not all, Harry.
Now, there's reference in here...

to a nude layout that Sal Domino
was forcing her to do with Sheila Saxon's cooperation.

- Now, I think we should turn this over
to Lieutenant Casey right away. - Uh, wait a minute.

Unless, of course, your real objective
was always to make a fast buck out of this copy, Harry.

Okay, let's go.

I'm gonna get some smokes.
I'll meet you in a minute.

Any messages for 810?

Yes, there is, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you.

[Sal's Voice] Come by my place
this evening at 8:00. It will be worth your while. Sal Domino.

Mrs. Fletcher,
let's take a little walk.

Calmly and quietly.
This is very foolish, Mr. Rhine.

I'm real close
to self-destruct, Mrs. Fletcher, so don't do anything stupid.

Right now, I don't care much.
Move!

Mr. Rhine,
does Ambassador Damon know about this?

He doesn't worry about details.
He just gives orders.

And his orders to you
were to get the diary.

If you knew how much I hate this.
But he could destroy me.

I really don't think
you know all the facts.

Would you just get in?
And if I refuse?

- [Groaning] Oh, boy!
- Oh, Harry, thank goodness.

I saw you and this dirtbag
headed out of the lobby.

I didn't figure
you were the type of dame to stand a guy up.

All right, on your feet, shyster.

We better do something
about that hand. Is it broken?

Come on, Jessica. If I know anything,
I know how to punch somebody without busting my hand.

Well, Harry, this break's
not as bad as last time.

It should be good as new
in six weeks.

That nose is looking
real good too.

Now that the cartilage healed,
actually, that's an improvement.

Well, listen, you take it easy, Harry.
Guess I'll be seeing you soon.

Okay, so I got busted up
a little bit.

At least we got
the case solved.

You know, I'm not at all sure
that Rhine is our man.

Aw, come on, Jessica.
The guy was this close to pulling the trigger on you.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean
that he killed Richard and Mr. Radford.

You know, the more I think about
those last three pages in that diary,

the more I think
about the entries about Al.

Now, they were full of fear.
Al.

Oh, you mean the guy
Bennett tossed out of her house?

Yeah. At first,
I thought he was just another obsessive fan.

But now I feel that
she must have known him.

Otherwise why would
she have let him in?

Look, as far as I'm concerned,
we got the guy nailed.

Casey's got the diary,
and I'm going back to making a living.

There's a guy I know
wants me to lean on some deadbeat in Elmira, New York.

Hey, we did it, huh?

We're a great team, Jessica.
I always told you that.

Yes, you did, Harry.
So you did. [Chuckles]

[Doorbell Chiming]

Mrs. Fletcher.
I'm expected.

I'll handle this, Randolph.

I, uh, wanted to talk to you
before you got cornered by him.

Oh, it's Miss Chase, isn't it?
Mr. Domino's secretary.

Secretary. Yeah.

You know, I always had a thing
about Richard Bennett.

Who didn't?
My mom was president of his fan club.

Oh.
His photograph was on our piano.

Like he was, you know,
a member of the family.

Miss Chase, what is it?

On the day of the auction,
Mr. Bennett came to see Sal here at the mansion.

And even from my desk outside,
I could hear them having a terrible argument.

And did you hear
what they were arguing about?

No. But I've never
heard Sal so mad.

And believe me,
I've heard Sal mad lots of times.

I'm afraid Sal might be... involved.

Well, thank you for telling me.

I guess my first loyalty
should be to Sal,

but when you've grown up
with the man's picture on your piano, it's-

Mrs. Fletcher,
how nice of you to come.

Honey, get lost.

How about a drink,
Mrs. Fletcher?

No. No, thank you.
Mind if I have one?

Oh, not at all.
Go right ahead. Good.

What do you think
of the old homestead?

Lovely. What can I do for you,
Mr. Domino?

I hear you have
a copy of the diary.

- Who told you that?
- Oh, come on, come on.

That private eye you've been
working with? He's been trying to peddle it all over town.

Assuming that's true,
wouldn't it be tricky publishing a copy that you can't authenticate?

That is no problem.

I'll have the original too.

You see, I am the mysterious owner
that Radford has been trying to sell it for.

And why are you trying
to buy a copy of your own diary?

Simple. To get
a lot of free publicity before I publish it.

And to cover up
how you really got the diary.

That would explain
the violent argument you had with Richard Bennett...

the day that he was murdered?

Okay.

So Bennett found out
about my little publicity stunt.

When he came back from Europe,
he tried to buy it from me direct.

When I wouldn't sell it to him,
he threatened me. I don't like to be threatened.

Presumably you had
a copy made of the diary? That's right.

But I can't publish until the cops
are through with the original.

In the meantime,
the competition would love to get their hands on your copy...

and beat me to the punch.

You've got nothing
to worry about, Mr. Domino,

because Lieutenant Casey
has the copy too.

Tell me about Al.

Al? Who's Al?

Someone that Evangeline
was afraid of.

I thought it might have been
one of your enforcers. Come on, lady.

I wondered about Al.

Too bad she didn't use
his last name.

The diary belonged
to Domino all along?

How am I gonna explain this
to the commissioner?

He'll ask me
what I've been smoking.

Look, I'm sorry, Lieutenant,
but I felt that you should know all the facts.

You know, you're really something, Casey.
LfJessica hadn't dug all this out,

you still wouldn't know
what the hell was going on.

Remind me never
to get murdered in Boston.

Okay, that's it.

You're through.
Sergeant, give me the city license department.

I wanna revoke the license
of a former so-called private investigator...

named Harlan A. McGraw.
Harlan?

Well, Jessica.
Harlan.

Probably thought Harry
sounded tougher. Well, it ain't.

Harry, Harlan, Harrison.
Get off my back, will ya? What's the difference?

Well, maybe in this case
a great deal.

Are you sure about this?
The judge was sure.

You got your warrant, didn't you?
Here, get out of the way.

I'm gonna pretend
I didn't see this.

[Harry]
I feel like I'm in a church.

- Mrs. Fletcher, I think you were right.
- What are you doing in here?

- Albert Cromwell?
- You're the cop from the auction house.

Yeah, yeah.
There's a couple of questions I'd like to ask you.

Me? What for?
You have no right to be in here!

[Jessica]
Mr. Cromwell? Bert?

Or is it Al?

I imagine a lot of people
call you that.

Evangeline, perhaps?

We read her diary.

She mentioned you often.

Did she?

I never read it.

I didn't even know
about that until...

much later.

[Bert]
See, I was going to steal the diary.

Richard Bennett showed up.

He recognized me
from Evangeline's.

I knew if the diary
turned up missing, he'd figure I was the one that stole it,

so... I killed him.

And I put his body
in the armoire.

I didn't know it was going
to be auctioned off.

I thought it was blue tagged.

And, uh, Radford,
why'd you kill him?

Well, l-I knew he faked
the theft of the diary,

and I tried to force him to tell me
where he had it.

He didn't scare.
He came after me.

I grabbed a knife
off the wall.

But why, Mr. Cromwell?
Why did you want the diary so badly?

So she could rest in peace.

You know, we were going
together for a long time before she became famous.

But her career,
that- that came first.

That-That meant she had to be seen
with all the right people.

Like Richard Bennett.

So, she dumped me.

Went off looking for fame.

But I never stopped loving her.

Then I had to watch
her name being dragged through those scandal sheets.

Well, that's why
she turned to drugs, you know.

I think she wanted to stop too,
but she was just...

too weak to, uh,
you know, pull herself out.

I just couldn't stand it
any longer.

I had to help her.

I had to put her
out of that misery.

Then Evangeline's death
wasn't suicide.

I did it because I loved her.

You can understand that,
can't you?

Yes. Oh, yes,
I think it's for the best.

Good-bye.
What was that all about?

Well, Domino originally
obtained the diary illegally,

because it belonged
to Evangeline's estate.

So, her executor
has just given me permission to destroy the diary as Richard wished.

- Harry, is that your only copy?
- Sure.

Jessica, I swear.

Jessica, you're
tossing away a fortune.

Yes, we are.

I must be nuts.

Harry, I know that was
very difficult for you.

But now that you've put
that diary to rest, honestly,

don't you feel better?

Honestly?
Jessica, you must be nuts.

[Laughs]

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