All language subtitles for MSW s07e10 Murder in F Sharp.eng

There is a reasonable explanation
why you are sitting here...

typing with mittens on.

Boxing gloves were too cumbersome.

Tonight on "Murder She Wrote "...

I can not play a piano
that is out of tune!

Have you done something stupid?

Within a year he would have lost
nearly all dexterity in both hands.

We could fly off to Majorca.

- If I thought you were serious...
- But I am.

What is that?
Lighter fluid?

Might as well be.

Nobody plays Mozart...

like Vaclav Maryska did in his heyday.

You're in for a rare treat, Jess.

Somehow I don't remember
Mozart sounding like that.

Head on Collision?

Must be something my nephew Billy
brought when he stayed last month.

It looks to me as if you've been
the victim of a switch.

I suppose that means next time
Billy tries to play...

his traffic accident,
he's going to be exposed to Mozart.

Good.
Especially played by Maryska.

Shame the boy'll never have a
chance to hear the maestro play live.

You did hear about
what happened to him?

Hear? I got a blow-by-blow
description of the whole thing...

including a lot that never
got into the newspapers.

Not another tape
from that Stanton guy!

Is he involved in every crime that
takes place west of the Mississippi?

Sometimes it seems that way.

Pretty odd, a man with his past
stumbling from one theft to another.

But this one isn't about theft.

Murder, arson, fraud,
unrequited love,

you name it.

Dennis thinks that this would make
a wonderful novel.

Tell me what you think.

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Jessica, dear heart,
I've just finished a case...

that is perfect fodder
for one of your books.

It involves Vaclav Maryska,

the piano virtuoso.

You may have read about his
troubles in the paper but,

they are only a fraction
of the real story.

Nicole! You look wonderful.

But a year!
You should not stay away so long.

Well, I've been busy, thanks to you.

Still studying in New York...

and I've even played a few concerts
on college campuses.

- Nothing like this.
- Patience, your turn will come.

Tell me, the room at the hotel.
Is it satisfactory?

It's fabulous.

- I'll see you after the concert.
- I've been counting on it.

- Wonderful. Good luck.
- Thank you.

Milena,

- you know Nicole Gary.
- Of course.

Vaclav is very proud
of your success.

You were an apt pupil.

- Thank you.
- One minute, everybody.

I will see you after the concert,
maestro.

Why did not you tell me
the girl was coming?

I thought I had.

Take your seat, Milena.
I've only got a few moments.

No. I am going home.

This is one concert I prefer
not to hear.

30 seconds, maestro.

I cannot play a piano
that is out of tune!

What are you doing?

Doing?

I'm about to pick up
the pieces of this lamp.

What does it look like I'm doing?

You have been drinking.

Sipping,

a great deal of sipping,
I'll admit.

- Why not?
- Fritz called.

I am so sorry about the concert.

Yes.

At least it was short.

Was there ever any doubt about that?

You will excuse me, won't you?
I am going to go into the study.

There was not enough liquor
in the bar,

you had to stop and buy some?

But this is Slivovitz,

imported brandy.
Very special.

Go ahead, drink yourself silly,
if that is what you want.

I'm going back to bed.

A fire!

A fire!

Vaclav!

What is it?

I can't put it out.

Are you all right?

I can't put it out.

- Vaclav!
- Milena!

Open the door!

Please, help me!

Security! Open the door!

Hurry! It is my husband.

- Milena, where are you?
- Stand away from the door.

Milena, help me.

My hands!

Today is not your day off!

Saturday is your day off!
Sunday is your day off!

And maybe Christmas if
I'm in a good mood which...

- I am not at this moment.
- Robert.

Did you know that stress
shortens the life span?

It's all in our actuarial tables.

- You should look them over sometime.
- I have a case for you.

It's rather routine, actually,
but Mr. Keating...

- thinks you should handle it yourself.
- Does he?

Then I'm sure it's far from routine.

Years ago, we wrote a policy on a
piano player named Misher, Marishena.

Vaclav Maryska?

- Is he dead?
- It would have been cheaper.

He's burned his hands.

Yes, I see.

The policy insured his hands
against injury. How much?

10 million.

How routine, Robert.

We have to find a way
to get out from underneath this one.

You know what fascinates me
about you, Roberts?

Your pathological belief that
everyone who files a claim...

is out to cheat our company.

I have been right a few times.

Yes, and a stopped clock
has the correct time twice a day.

Really, Robert.

Should I ask the nurse
to get you a pain killer?

No, the pain is not bad.

You must tell me what happened?

What happened?

Isn't it obvious?

Excuse me.
Mr. Maryska?

I'm Dennis Stanton from
Consolidated Casualty Insurance.

Yes, how do you do?

Forgive me for not shaking hands.

This is my wife, Milena.

How do you do?

I've been an admirer of yours
for many, many years.

I was lucky enough to attend your
Rachmaninov concerto in Milan '78.

Truly inspired.

Well you're a man
of exceptional taste, Mr. Stanton.

- Please sit down, won't you?
- No, I won't stay.

I just want to let you know that we
will process your claim expeditiously.

This is very kind.

But we are in no hurry to make
a settlement on the fire damage.

Vaclav's recuperation is the only
thing we must think about for now.

I'm sorry.
I haven't made myself clear.

I was referring to the injury
policy on your husband's hands.

We have no need for this policy.
My hands will heal.

I'll be back playing the piano
in a very short time.

Vaclav, I came as soon as I heard.

Hello, mother.

It was nice to meet you, Mr. Stanton.

Thank you.

This is my stepson. Alix Seletz.

Mr. Stanton of the insurance company.

- A pleasure.
- Hello.

Well, I didn't mean to intrude.

I just wanted to let you know
we are here.

Thank you.

Mr. Stanton,

how long ago did Vaclav
purchase this insurance on his hands?

More than ten years ago.
You weren't aware of it?

Yes, of course.

But I never pay much attention
to those things.

You never think something
terrible like this is going to happen.

No, you don't.

On the way home, he bought that at
the liquor store around the corner.

He was very drunk, Mr. Stanton.

Embarrassingly so.
It was no like him.

His cigar was still burning
in an ashtray...

and he threw it into
that wastebasket.

Excuse me, please.

Of course. I'll only be a moment.

No, I think not.

But you're very tempting.

That insurance man came by
to look at the study.

He seemed very curious
about the Slivovitz.

Why?

Did he think something was
unusual about this fire?

Why do they have to snoop around?

Have you done something stupid,
Vaclav?

You must tell me
you did not set this fire...

to purposely burn your hands.

Are you mad?

Go, Milena.

Let me rest. Please.

Lunch at Bernini's, 123 dollars?

I was pumping the forensic
specialist at the police department.

What was her name?

Listen, Stanton,
I realize I'm interrupting you,

but do you think that maybe you
could watch videos on your own time?

Actually, it is in the line of work.

I hope so because I have spent most
of the morning with Legal...

looking for loopholes in this policy.

There it is!

The fifth and sixth bars.
he's light years off.

Of course he's off.
Don't you read the paper?

The damn piano was out of tune.

I wonder.

Your hands.

I can't believe it.

I've been playing the piano
since I was four years old.

Perhaps I have performed enough.

I was thinking I might concentrate
on teaching.

Someone with talent, that is.
Like you.

- Are you serious?
- We could fly off to Majorca...

where Chopin composed some
of his greatest pieces.

I have a villa there, you know.

I could teach you everything I know.

That way I could continue to play,
don't you see, through you.

- If I thought you were serious.
- But I am.

- Very much so.
- Vaclav.

The doctor says you can go home today.

Excellent. I feel like applauding.

- I have to go. We'll talk soon?
- Certainly.

Don't start with me.

It's not what you think.

Out of tune!

I've been tuning pianos for 43 years.

So I don't care what
the great Maryska says.

I tuned that piano the morning
of the concert and it was perfect!

You're right, Mr. Morris.

It would appear it was Mr. Maryska
who was out of tune the other evening.

Your son's here, Mrs. Maryska.

Your guest has arrived.

You can't shut him out
of your life forever.

Not once has he apologized
for the grief he has given me.

Not one word of remorse or regret.

I have nothing to say to him.

I'll get it sir.

- Hello, Fritz.
- Good afternoon, sir.

Good to see you again.

Are you quite sure you won't
need me anymore today, sir?

No, I can manage.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Come in, Alex.

It's good to see you.

- How are you feeling?
- Better.

- Where's mother?
- In the bedroom. She'll be right out.

I received the loveliest letter
from Madame DeVries,

Chairman of the Marseilles Symphony.

I would love to respond but...

Would you mind jotting down
a short note to her? I'll dictate.

- No problem.
- There's some stationery in the desk.

So, mother still doesn't want
to see me, right?

She can be stubborn, you know that...

She been hurt for many years.

I think maybe she's afraid
to let herself believe that...

you've finally
straightened yourself out.

Put the paper back.
I'll get your mother.

It's time you two talked.

Alex is here.

I am busy.

I am going for a walk.
Alex will stay.

Whatever you two have to say to
each other you can say in private.

But you will talk to him, Milena.

Now.

I've had enough of this nonsense.

He says he's ready to forgive you.

Forgive me? Is he?

Do you have the time? I can't even
wear a watch with these bandages.

Yeah, bummer.
It's 3:05.

- You want me to call you a cab?
- No, I'll walk! Thank you.

Stealing money from me for years to
ruin your life with drugs is severe!

I don't use drugs anymore!

Really? I remember hearing those
same words many times from you.

- Thank you, mother, for understanding.
- That is enough!

Sorry I'm late.

- Have you been waiting long?
- A little. What time is it?

-4:15.
- Something wrong?

No, I just had a call to make
and I got lost, and...

what difference does it make?
I'm here now.

That's right. What would you like?

- White coffee, please.
- Two, please.

So, have you given any more thought
to Majorca?

Yes, it's a wonderful dream.

Is that what you think it is?
Only a dream?

Vaclav, I thought you were joking.
I'm sorry.

I'm very, very flattered but...

I've got my studies in New York and
I've booked concerts for the summer.

Cancel them.

And as for your studies,

I can teach you as well
as anyone in New York.

- Maybe better.
- You're a very persuasive man.

Then it's settled. Good.
I'll make the arrangements.

Wait, I didn't say I could go.

But you will consider it?

Don't these look wonderful?

Mr. Maryska,

- this basket of fruit came for you.
- I'll take that.

Thank you.

I forgot my key.
Will you let us in, Charlie?

- No problem. Let me carry that.
- Okay, thanks.

- The door wasn't locked.
- It wasn't?

Milena? Are you here?

Put the fruit in the pantry.

Would you care for some tea?

- Sure, I'll make it.
- Good.

Milena?

My god.

My god.

Milena!

No...

Check the service entrance, have
somebody question the neighbors,

and get that doorman back here.
I want to talk to him again.

Stanton! What are you doing here?

I was going to ask you
the same thing, lieutenant.

Well, since I'm a homicide cop,

it's a pretty safe bet
that somebody's been killed.

Who's the victim?

Lady of the house.
One slug in the heart.

Now make yourself scarce.
I got some work to do.

Mr. Stanton.

As soon as I catch up
with an old friend.

Is there anybody in
this town you don't know?

May I offer my most
heartfelt condolences, Mr. Maryska.

This is beyond my comprehension.

First my hands,

now this...

I'm ready to answer
your questions now, lieutenant.

I'll make this as fast as I can, sir.

When was the last time
you saw your wife alive?

Right before I went out.

My stepson had come by to talk
to his mother.

Yeah, Albert somebody or other...

Alex, I believe.

That's right, Mr. Stanton.

Alex Seletz.

He came by
to try and make peace with her.

Make peace? About what?

They hadn't gotten along for years.

I had hoped the two
of them could work things out so...

I went out for a walk.

Well, the doorman said
that was at 3:05.

That's correct.

Then I strolled down
to this little cafe...

where I met
a former student of mine,

Miss Nicole Gary.

She was with me...

when I discovered my wife's body.

Miss Gary is in the guest
bedroom trying to compose herself.

When did you meet Miss Gary?

Nice to see you again, Stanton.

Drop by again some time when
you've got some business here.

Lieutenant, now I had a notion
that we might join up on this one.

Like Holmes and Watson
or Nick and Nora.

How about this one...
Butt Out and Adios.

Crude.

You want to hear wheat I've got
on this Maryska fellow?

Absolutely.

Well, it's right out
of a Jerzy Lozinski novel.

He was orphaned during
the Second World War...

at 13.

A member of the underground
until he was arrested at 14...

and stuck in a Nazi internment camp.

He's made mountains of money,

put he carries the overhead
of a Fortune 500 company.

He's got houses in Rome,
London, Majorca,

a fancy apartment
here in San Francisco.

And that is just the real estate.

- A man with a need for money.
- Yeah,

and another thing.

As I was cross-checking the files...

his hands weren't
the only thing we had insured.

We also carried a $200,000 policy...

on Mrs. Maryska.

- Really?
- If you think he killed her for it,

you're wrong.

He wasn't the beneficiary.
Her son was.

Alex Seletz.

I still can't believe
my mother's dead.

We didn't get along at all.

I should never have gone
to see her in the first place.

Why did you?

It was my stepfather's idea.

I see.

I didn't kill my mother.

Well, perhaps not...

but it's only a matter of time before
Lieutenant Catalano comes knocking.

He's as tenacious as a bulldog,

a sort of Javert in a cheap suit,

and he never fails to jump
to the wrong conclusion.

If I were you,
I'd talk to a good lawyer...

and soon.

Calm yourself, Alex.

The police haven't charged you,
have they?

No, but it's like they
already assume I'm guilty.

It's just procedure, I'm sure.

I only wish you'd reconciled
before her death.

She could be a very hard woman,

but she loved you.

And I'm getting $200,000 to prove it.

I'd rather have her alive,

the way things used to be
when you two first got married.

You remember?

Those were some pretty good days.

Yes, they were.

Do you need something?

My reading glasses.

They must be in my briefcase.
I left it out in the cab.

Would you mind getting it for me?

No. I'll be right back.

Look, I don't want to hear about it.

Search the office again and then
search his apartment a third time.

I want that gun!

You missed the letter the first time
around, didn't you? Now just do it!

What about that letter, Perry?

What do you have,
paid spies in here?

My sources are my own business
and so is that letter.

Or perhaps you're unaware that our
firm held a policy on Mrs. Maryska...

and the beneficiary is your suspect.

Is that the truth?

Afraid it is.
So please.

Okay, but keep
your grubby paws off of it.

"Give me $500,000 or I will kill you."

Where was this found?

It was buried in Mrs. Maryska's
personal papers.

We just dug it up this morning.

How convenient.

You want to know what I think?

The ransacking was obviously just a
cover up because nothing was missing.

Now Seletz shows up at the apartment
with a gun equipped with a silencer...

since nobody heard a shot.
That's premeditated, Stanton.

Murder one.

I see this has been dusted for prints.

Yeah, we got some prints all right.

Two sets, clear as day.

The victim's when she read it,

and the killer's, Seletz,
when he wrote it.

- He admitted that too?
- He didn't have to.

As soon as we found this,
we ran off a sample...

on the typewriter from his desk
at the drug rehab center.

That letter was typed
on that machine.

I don't get it, Stanton.

If the kid's guilty,
your company's off the hook...

and you're acting like I just
kicked your pet puppy or something.

You should be thanking me
for solving your case for you.

Well, thank you. I'm sure my
superiors will be delighted.

You're welcome!

Any progress on the Maryska finances?

Yeah, I backtracked his charge card
for the past six months.

The guy sure knows
how to spend money.

Sort of reminds me
of your expense accounts.

Rhoda dear, if one's going to go
to the bother of living,

- one might as well do it comfortably.
- Right.

Anyway, there were several
trips back and forth to New York...

and one to Rochester, Minnesota.

Rochester? There's only
one reason anyone would go...

to Rochester, the Mayo Clinic.
Find out all he was up to.

I know I'm just a lowly secretary,
but would you let me in on something?

You really think
Maryska killed his wife?

Possibly.

Next you'll tell me that he
deliberately burned his own hands.

Excuse me, don't you think it's
a little early in the day for that?

Even for you?

Rhoda, take a little sip of that.
Gently.

What is that, lighter fluid?

Might as well be.

Observe.

Makes a wonderful incendiary,
doesn't it?

There's a curious thing.

Maryska was very,
very drunk when he came home...

and yet he was still able to
consume an entire bottle of slivovitz.

Or so it appeared.

Maybe he's got a hollow leg.

I understand that Mr. Maryska
is dining out tonight.

In his absence, I think
I'll drop in on his apartment.

I may be able to stumble onto
something the lieutenant overlooked.

Mr. Maryska?

Is there anyone here?

I'm sure I heard someone.

Maybe you should check the bedroom.

32 seconds. Same as before.

Robert, come in.

I know there is
a reasonable explanation...

why you are sitting here...

typing with mittens on.

But of course.
Boxing gloves were too cumbersome.

"Give me $500,000 or I'll kill you."

Nice. Short. To the point.

- What the hell's it all about?
- A clumsy way of proving a point,

of trying to prove a point,

of establishing, if you will,
that the impossible is possible.

I get it.

You think that Maryska,
even with his hands all burned up,

might have been able
to type the extortion note.

- Actually, that's only a part of it.
- Now, wait a minute...

The police have arrested the son.

When he's convicted,
that will save the company $200,000.

Stanton, please. this is
an apple cart I do wish to upset.

Yes, that would be very convenient,
but it would hardly be justice.

Come on!

His fingerprints were
all over the letter!

The letter was typed
on a machine in his office...

down at that rehab center.

- Come on!
- Now, Robert,

last night I paid a visit
to Vaclav Maryska's apartment.

- What did he do, confess?
- Hardly. he wasn't there.

- Wait. I don't want to hear this.
- And while I was waiting around,

I inadvertently looked...

- into the wall safe in the study.
- I can't hear this!

- You'll never guess what I found.
- What?

Two tickets to Majorca.

One in the name of Vaclav Maryska,

the other was made out
to Nicole Gary, his former student.

So?

The date of departure
is the day after tomorrow,

but fascinating is that the tickets
were bought two months ago.

Then, Maryska was scheduled to be
at Tokyo this week for a second leg...

of his world tour.

So that means he knew...

Yes, I'm afraid he did...

and I'll tell you what else I found.

A gun.

- The murder weapon?
- No,

Milena Maryska was killed with a. 38.
This was a. 32 automatic...

but it indicates that someone in
that household is familiar with guns.

That was the Mayo Clinic.

Maryska was there in April
and underwent some tests...

but the results are confidential,
so if you want...

more information, you'll have
to call the doctor, Gerhardt Hummel.

Good girl. Now get me a number
for this Doctor Hummel.

Where're we calling from?

Well, the County General.
Where else?

Let's see.

- Hospital, hospital...
- Hospital.

I don't believe this.

- Hospital.
- Doctor Perry to the O.R.

Yes, Doctor Hummel?
One moment please.

Doctor Dennis Stanton calling
from San Francisco.

Doctor Hummel?
Sorry to trouble you.

Dr. Dennis Stanton, San Francisco.

It's about a patient of yours.
Vaclav Maryska.

He tells me that he was in
to see you last April.

Yes, a lovely man,
yes and a great talent.

No, no, he told me
about the tests only this morning.

You know how tight lipped
these Europeans can be.

I'm afraid he was very unspecific,
medically speaking.

Yes, degenerative arthritis.

I suspected as much.

Severely affecting his hands.
Yes, my conclusion precisely.

That soon?

Well, yes. If I need to know
anything else, I'll get in touch.

Right.

Well?

Within a year he would have lost
nearly all dexterity in both hands.

All right.

Then we're off the hook for ten mill!

Arthritis is a disease but...

the policy only
covered accidental injury.

Wait, excuse me, Mr. Butler,

but arthritis or not,
the man was injured.

Absolutely correct, Rhoda,
but Robert may also be right.

We may be off the hook if
Vaclav's burns were self-inflicted,

which I believe they were.

The larger
and more difficult question is...

how do we go about proving it?

I have a surprise for you.

Reach into my pocket here.
it's in an envelope.

What is this?

Two first-class tickets to Majorca.

I told you, I have a villa there,
it overlooks the bay.

But these tickets are for tomorrow.

Well, why delay the inevitable?

The weather is lovely
this time of year.

I can't leave just like that.
I told you,

I'm still in school
and I've got concerts booked.

I realize this may be a bit sudden.

I am also well aware...

of the difference in our ages,

but you are the only good
thing that's ever happened to me.

I'll get it.

No, let it ring.
This is more important.

Hello?

- There's a Mr. Stanton downstairs.
- What does he want now?

Tell him to come back tomorrow.

I'm sorry but Mr. Maryska
is busy at the moment.

He says he has a check for you.

Very well, let him come up.

Send him up. Thank you.

I'll get rid of him quickly.

No need. I have to leave.

Nicole, please stay. Please,
I didn't mean to upset you.

It's best if we don't see
each other for a while,

I'll call you from New York.

New York? No.

No, you can't.
Everything's arranged.

But for me, it isn't.
Please don't say any more.

Nicole,

I love you.

And I know you love me.

I can see it in your face...

and the way you look at me.

No.

I admire you and I respect you...

and for years I felt sorry for you
being stuck in a difficult marriage...

- but that's all.
- You don't know what you're saying.

I'm engaged to be married, Vaclav.

Married?

No...

I didn't tell you because
I knew what you would say...

that I was throwing away my future.

It isn't true but you
wouldn't understand that.

He's a composer, Vaclav,

he's bright and talented and young.

You forced me to tell you
and I'm sorry.

Miss Gary, I presume.

I seem to have come
at a very bad time.

You look as if you could use a drink.

Knowing how much you like it,

I bought you this bottle
of slivovitz yesterday.

You have a check for me?

Please give it to me, Mr. Stanton,
and then leave.

Your check, maestro.

But I do think it would verge
on the sacrilegious...

if I were to hand over
10 million dollars...

without at least
one celebratory drink.

Now that this claim
has been settled,

Let me say there were moments
when I had serious doubts about it.

"Prosit".

Excellent.

I must remember this label.

Doubts?
What doubts?

Nothing serious, taken separately.

But added together, they presented
a very disturbing picture.

For instance, the piano...

That was
the first thing that bothered me.

It was not out of tune.

But you knew that.

Of course you did.

And there was that doctor
I discovered in Minnesota,

what was his name?
Dr. Hummel.

Yeah he was the one that
diagnosed your arthritis.

You are mistaken.

A terrible affliction for some people.

But in a case like yours,
it spelled the end of a career.

The end of a lifestyle
to which you'd grown accustomed.

And a bizarre thought occurred to me.

Could a man facing total ruin,

find it within himself...

to deliberately burn his own hands?

Well, is the reward
were immense wealth...

for the rest of his life,
perhaps so,

if he were drunk enough
to numb the pain.

I think you had better go.

Yes, of course.

By the way, I took the liberty
of borrowing your wastebasket,

the one the fire started in.

I plan to send it to a lab
that's able to conduct those tests...

that detect trace elements
of combustant in fires.

Like brandy, for example.

If traces of slivovitz were
found in your wastebasket...

it might follow that
the fire was not accidental.

I've pieced together
a rather intriguing scenario.

Would you care to hear it?

Why not, since you seem
insistent about telling me.

Splendid.

I presume your wife knew
about the arthritis and that...

it spelled the end of your career.

She probably also sensed that you
had set the fire deliberately,

and she knew it was wrong
for you to take the insurance money.

Have you done something stupid,
Vaclav?

What she didn't know was you were
to fly with Miss Gary to Majorca.

You purchased the tickets
months ago.

Yes, your wife stood in the way
of everything.

Miss Gary, the insurance claim.

You had
to get rid of her in such a way...

that someone else
would be accused of the crime.

Your stepson was
the logical candidate.

Somehow, you got him
to handle a piece of stationery,

thereby getting his fingerprints
on the paper.

Then left your son-in-law and your
wife alone knowing that they'd argue.

You walked out past the doorman,
making certain he noticed the time.

But you didn't go
for a walk, did you?

You reentered the building through
the service entrance,

you went up the service stairs...

and you waited until
your stepson left.

Then you came in here...

and you shot your wife.

You took the piece of stationery
that your stepson had handled,

you pressed your dead
wife's fingers against it...

so that her prints would later
be detected by the police...

then you went out through the service
entrance and took a cab, not a walk...

to meet Miss Gary for coffee.

Shall I continue?

Please do.

I'm fascinated.

Finally,
using the piece of stationery,

you typed the threatening letter
at the drug clinic.

While you sent poor Alex out
to get your briefcase from a taxi.

Yes, he told me
about the little diversion.

- Very imaginative, Mr. Maryska.
- Brilliant.

You fool,

how am I supposed
to have shot my wife...

with these?

Yes, that does have me puzzled,

I'll let the police deal
with that little detail.

Tell me, Mr. Stanton.

If you believe all this,

why did you bring me a check?

Come, come, Mr. Maryska.

It's one thing to accuse
a poor man,

it's another to throw suspicion on a
man who's just come into $10 million.

Apropos which, did you know,
that I get the same salary,

no matter how successful I may be
at saving my firm money?

Something basically un-American
about that, wouldn't you say?

So, we're talking blackmail, huh?

That word has such a nasty ring to it.

I prefer to think of it as two
gentlemen sharing a generous bounty.

I'm not a greedy man. 10 percent
would be more than adequate.

- Is a personal check acceptable?
- Of course.

You are very clever.

But the thought of you hounding me
the rest of my life...

is not my idea
of a peaceful retirement.

Come now, there's no need
to behave so childishly.

You overlooked one thing, Mr. Stanton.

If I was able to kill once,

I can kill again.

Come now,

you're bluffing.

You can't pull that trigger.

Why?

Because of the pain?

Yeah.

When I was a very young man,

I was tortured by experts.

This...

this is nothing.

Police!

We heard a shot.

Perry, what took you so long?

Last night, I dropped by.

I took the liberty
of replacing the real shells...

in that gun with blanks.

It was all theory.
None of it would hold up...

unless we could prove that you
were physically able to fire a gun.

Then this,

it was all for nothing.

For nothing.

All right, Stanton, not bad.

But what would you have done
if he hadn't gone for the gun?

That's simple, Perry.

Gone back to the office and try
to explain to Mr. Butler...

why he wouldn't be getting
his 10 million back.

Cheers.

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