All language subtitles for MSW s07e11 Family Doctor.eng

Pop died.

Sal is sure the doctor killed him.

Tonight on "Murder she wrote "...

Jess!

- That's the wrong car.
- Get in the car or he's dead.

Your department screwed up,
Lieutenant.

You cost us two witnesses.

I don't want my baby
born into a mob.

Neither do I.

What do they want from us?

They want Michael to put it to rest.

What do they want me to do,
kill the doctor?

- And the woman.
- Can't let you get away with that.

Think again, lady.

In the Italian where I grew up, the sky
was the color of wine grapes...

the sun was a slice of lemon.

In the hot afternoons I would lay
under the shade of the olive trees,

dream I was Jolting Joe DiMaggio,
hitting a World Series...

home run in Yankee Stadium.

We're not interested in
your boyhood dreams, Carmine.

Only your illegal contributions
to political campaigns.

Hey! Didn't your
mother learn you no manners?

Forget the bull.

You're facing 20 years hard time
for not paying your income taxes.

You know the FBI's deal
with the Treasury Department?

You talk to us,
they wipe the slate clean..

Yeah, sure.

All I got to do is spill my guts
about my friends.

The Witness Protection
Program will change you identity,

and relocate you so your friends
can't find you.

That was the deal you agreed to,
Carmine.

- So start talking.
- I don't talk to no foot soldiers.

Take me to the boss.

You want me to say my piece,

take me
to the top FBI guy in the city.

Right now.

That's my deal, huh?

Take it easy, Carmine.

"Andiamo subito"!

Jess, I've had
my fill of art galleries.

My favorite Boston restaurant.

- Hasn't changed in...
-75 years, and they still sell lobster.

Boiled in the shell.

With dipping bowls of melted butter.

Why is it you seem to know what
I'm going to say before I say it?

Because I think I've heard it
once or twice before.

It's pretty late
to be making a reservation.

You just don't know
to whom you are speaking.

Yes, this is Dr. Hazlitt.

I'd like a table for two
at 7 o'clock, please.

Thank you.

All set.

Amazing.
Why is it that the word "doctor"...

always gets you a reservation?

It's one of the perks
I don't pretend to understand.

This has always been one
of my favorite cities.

Does your family own Boston, too?

Why did we have
to drop everything and fly up here?

I told you, to go to dinner.

The bags are hung up, sir.

- Thank you.
- Have a pleasant stay here in Boston.

Denise...

don't let it upset you.

This is a family matter.

I'm your family, Michael.
This is your family.

Please don't keep secrets from us.

Honey, I'm sorry. I gave my word.

This is important to us.
The three of us.

Have I ever lied to you before?

No, but you have a way
of tip-toeing around the truth.

Before you we were married, every
time you mentioned your father,

you talked about silk suits. I thought
he was a fashion designer.

I didn't know he was a gangster.

Well,
they don't call them that anymore.

Besides, imported clothes
are my part of the business.

The legitimate part.

I don't want my baby born into a mob.

Neither do I.

And if things go my way,
we won't have to worry about that.

I'm going to turn
this family straight.

I swear to you
it's going to happen.

When?

Can you keep a secret?

- Yes.
- So can I.

Thank you.

Good evening. Can I help you?

Is Ernest off for the night?

Ernest?

Ernest Stagpool. He's only been
the maitre d' here for 30 years.

Yes. Well, he retired, sir,
when the new management took over.

The new management?
When did that happen?

- It's about two months now.
- First I've heard of it.

Well, I can assure you
the food is still quite delicious.

I don't know, Jess.
What do you think?

Well, it can't have changed that much.
Why don't we give it a try?

- You name, sir?
- Hazlitt.

Dr. Hazlitt. Your table's ready.

Dr. Hazlitt's table, please.

- This way, please.
- Enjoy your dinner.

Thank you.

They've taken down the paneling.
And what about the leather booths?

The place, I tell you,
has gone trendy.

Thanks.

Enjoy your meal.

Good evening,
Mr. Abruzzi, Mrs. Abruzzi.

- Good evening, Freddie.
- Hello.

They're in the private dining room.
This way, please.

Hello.

I'm your waitress, Karen Ann.

What happened to Gus?

The new management
got rid of all the old waiters.

Gus was one
of the reasons this place...

was special. I suppose if your new
management were in charge of Rome,

they'd turn the Coliseum
into a mini mall.

For heaven's sake, Seth,
it's not Karen Ann's fault.

Would you like a little more time?

No. I think I'll have
the boiled lobster plate.

And I'll start off with a cup
of clam chowder. Seth?

Do they still make it with clams?

- I can check the kitchen.
- It's not necessary.

Just make it two
of everything, please.

- Is everyone here?
- Everyone on my list, Mr. Gant.

- Tell the staff to serve in 5 minutes.
- Yes, sir.

- Ma?
- No.

- Mikey...
- Thanks.

Mikey, you look like
you've lost too much weight.

I'm in good shape, Ma.

I run every day,
I work out at the spa.

Doesn't he look skinny to you?
Tell the truth.

No, I think he looks terrific.

I'm the one who looks out of shape.

You're carrying my grandchild.
What could be more beautiful?

I hope to look so good
when I'm pregnant.

Anytime you say, Connie.

Which will not happen
until after we're married, okay?

You're making too much noise.
The cockroaches can't sleep.

We could hear you
all the way out in the parking lot.

Carmine, is that you?

It better be.
We're sharing a room tonight.

You're so beautiful.

Is this what you couldn't tell me?

- Part of it.
- Hi, Pop.

Hey, Salvatore.

Thank you. I wouldn't be here
tonight without you're help.

Constanzia, why don't you hurry up
and make an honest man...

of this hothead.

Why is everyone in such a hurry?

Denise, I never saw
you look so full of life.

Excuse me.

- You feel okay?
- I feel fine, thank you.

- Good to see you, pop.
- Good to see you, too.

- Andrew!
- Hey.

- Come here, sit down.
- Hey, Michael.

What do you need, an invitation?
Have some "vino".

Everybody have some "vino".

Ain't there nothing
to eat around here?

I'm starving
to death in my own restaurant.

Pass the flowers!

This is almost as good
as one of your shore dinners.

Which you haven't made any of lately,
by the way.

No, I've been too busy working
on my new book.

I figured.

Your priorities are as crooked
as a dog's hind leg.

Is writing a book as important
as feeding an old friend?

Yes.

But I can't finish my lobster.
Are you interested?

Well, if it would make you happy.
Thank you.

This is the way
to the private dining room?

I'm sorry, miss. It's a private party.

Do you know who I am?

Of course, Miss Gant. But I'm sorry,
you're not on my list.

- What can I say?
- Don't be an idiot!

My father's in there, Andrew Gant,
in case you've forgotten!

Just tell him I'm here.

You, bring me a bottle
of your best champagne.

And if you look at me
like that again,

I'll pour it down your dress.

Carmine.

No, thanks.

Excuse me.

I don't want to make a big speech.

Most of you here know what’s been
going on between me and the Feds...

so I took a hike.

Me and Rosa are leaving the
country tonight, by way of Canada.

- What are you saying?
- Pop!

Hey, it's okay.

I always said I wanted to go back
to Italy someday.

It's just a little sooner
than I thought, that's all.

Maybe there's another way. Andrew,
you're the legal adviser. Advise.

I did, Sal. I made
the arrangements for them to leave.

It's what I want.

Anyway, the family's growing.
It'll do well without me.

I'm leaving
the business in good hands.

- Michael's hands.
- Thank you, pop.

No!

- Denise...
- Let her go.

She'll get used to it.

Just like your mother got used to it.

What's the matter with you?

Michael can't run the family.

He can't even control his own wife.

You bite your tongue.

Michael wants to make radical changes.
We'd have big losses.

Hey, talk it over with Michael.

We'd only have losses
in the beginning,

until we expand the clothing line.

There are strong threads
that cannot be broken.

The other families will accept
the change since they have no choice.

And what will happen if they
take it as a sign of weakness?

- There'll be blood in the streets.
- Not if we're careful.

You want to be a martyr, you
should've studied for the priesthood.

The only reason why you don't want
to make a change is because...

you enjoy being a two-bit hood.

- You're dead, Mikey!
- Stop it!

Fighting at a time like this.
You should be ashamed.

I'm heartbroken that I'm not
going to see the baby,

and I'm going to miss Salvatore's
wedding to this beautiful girl...

and all you can do is
act like selfish children.

No more!

Rosa...

cry on the plane.

I beg your pardon. Mr. Grant...

Excuse me.

Thank you.

It's about time we started back,
don't you think?

What's the rush?
I haven't had my dessert yet.

Phyllis, you're going home.

Only if Sal goes with me.

See that she gets home safely,
no stops.

He'll come to me, daddy.

Not tonight, dear.
He has better things to do.

Go.

Go.

Marco, Joey,

it's a private moment, okay?

Listen, Mikey,

you play it straight
with the other families.

Let them know what you're doing,
don't make them guess.

They're not good guessers.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Sure, pop.

Sal, you take care of Mikey.

Now go get the boys,
get the show on the road.

Good bye, pop.

You take care of yourself, right?

Don't I always?

Pop!

Did you hear something?

In here?
I can't even hear myself eat.

Rosa...

Okay, we're here.

- Who did it?
- It came from that roof-top.

- Sal!
- He's still alive,

help me get him inside.

We'll take him to my house,
I'll get a doctor.

- All right.
- Come on, get up.

All right, come on.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

Those raspberries look very nice.

Not as nice as this pie a-la-mode.

Don't look at me like that,
this is my day off.

Hazlitt, you're wanted on the phone.
Caller said it was urgent.

I never knew it to fail.

Excuse me, Jess.

I trust everything was satisfactory,
Madam?

I'm concerned about Dr. Hazlitt.
What happened to him?

He took his phone call
in my office and then...

I assume he left.

You can see our table from here.

I've been sitting alone for 40 minutes.
He wouldn't just leave me here.

I never noticed.

I'm sorry, Madame.
I wish I could help.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.

You say your friend
vanished during dessert?

He left the table to take
a phone call and never came back.

How old is your friend?

What's that got to do with it?

Does he have a habit of wondering off?

Believe me, Dr. Hazlitt
has all his faculties.

He's a physician.

There's your answer. He got an
emergency call to see a patient.

His practice is in Cabot Cove, Maine.

We had planned to return
there immediately after dinner.

If he'd been called back,
he would've taken me with him.

It hasn't gone long enough
for a missing person's report,

so what do you want, lady?

Ease up, Sergeant.
What's the problem, ma'am?

He claims her friend disappeared
from a restaurant.

Not literally.

I just didn't vanish into thin air.

Get the details, Sergeant. Politely.

Yes, sir.

All right.

What is the name of the restaurant
where the alleged incident happened?

Clams 'n Claws
and I'm not alleging it.

- What time was it?
- That's all right, sergeant.

I'll take it from here.

- We'll talk on the way.
- On the way where?

To the Clams 'n Claws, let's find
out what happened to your friend.

Thank you.

I didn't choose the restaurant,
it was his choice.

Any reason in particular
he picked that restaurant?

It's an old favorite.

Would you call it a hangout?

I wouldn't exactly call it that.

This friend of yours,
does he have connections?

He's a member of the American Medical
Association if that's what you mean.

Does he make frequent trips
to New York?

Frequent trips? No.

What does all that have
to do with his disappearance?

Maybe nothing.

Or maybe what?

Let's hope it's nothing.

Dr. Hazlitt took the phone
call right here at my desk.

I left him here,
I went back to my customers.

And never saw him again.

- Were you acquainted with him?
- Not before this evening.

We just took
a walk through the garage.

Dr. Hazlitt's car was still there.

Even though your parking-lot
attendant said it was picked up.

Why did you tell him to lie to us,
Freddy?

Watch it, lieutenant.

I'm too busy watching you.

Where did a two-bit pizza maker get
the dough to buy in to a place like this?

Mrs. Fletcher...

why don't we have a look around?

- That would be a good idea.
- You don't have a warrant.

If I need a warrant,
you're in big trouble, got it?

Yeah, get me Sal quick.
This is Freddy.

Hey, Freddy?

Aren't you going to give us
a guided tour of the premises?

It would be my pleasure.

Is that the private dining room?

Yeah, there was a birthday party
there tonight, a kid's birthday.

I forget the name,
I could look it up if you want.

- Where does that door lead?
- To the alley.

It was used as a rear entrance
years ago, during prohibition.

But it's not used anymore.

We take the trash
out the kitchen door.

There's a bleached out spot here
on the carpet.

Looks like it's been treated
recently with a strong solvent.

One of the busboys must
have spilled something.

You can't get decent help these days.

Yeah, well there were some
other spots that were overlooked.

You want to see the kitchen?

No, I want to see what
the busboy spilled, Freddy.

- Looks like dried blood.
- From the fish guts.

We throw out a ton of the stuff.

But you said the trash was
taken out though the kitchen.

You're ruining my carpet!

If the lab says this is human blood,
I'll ruin a lot more than your carpet.

Something's happened to Seth.

There's somebody in the street.

Who'd be crazy enough to be
walking in this neighborhood at night?

Hit him with the light.

What can we do for you?

I'm a doctor,
I want to report a gun-shot wound.

You scared me to death.

I couldn't imagine
what had happened to you.

What did happen to you, doctor?

I met some very interesting people.

I'd just as soon not see
most of them again.

Is this thing on?

It is now.

As I'm sure Mrs. Fletcher told you...

I was summoned to an urgent
phone call by the maitre'd,

The moment he showed me into his
office, I knew there wasn't any call.

But there was an urgent
situation that called for a doctor.

A man was lying on the couch,
bleeding.

A young man, Michael,
told me his father was shot...

accidentally, when a hunting
rifle was dropped and went off.

I've heard that story before,
but the patient was in a bad way.

There was a bullet lodged
dangerously close to his heart.

I suggested the hospital for surgery,
but they vetoed that.

They had somewhere else in mind.

Do you think I could
have some more coffee?

- I'm chilled to the bone.
- Sure.

- Thank you.
- Where did they take you?

It was hard to tell.

The windows
on the limousine were highly tinted.

I do think I ran across
a covered bridge.

Later on, we arrived at some sort
of country mansion.

I used the dinning room as the O.R.

My medical bag had been brought
there my Michael's brother Sal.

He watched every move I made.

Michael assisted me.

No anesthetics, so I was about to
give barbiturates to knock him out.

Sal was very suspicious and tried
to stop me.

I explained it would let the father
sleep so I could extract the bullet.

Or would he rather have him awake
to feel the knife?

Fortunately, Michael saw it my way.

Sal gave me a warning that
practically curled my hair.

But I went ahead
and gave his father the injection.

I asked the patient's wife,
an old woman,

if she'd be kind enough to boil
my instruments to sterilize them.

She did that and we went on
with the operation.

What happened then?

I removed the bullet
and patched the fellow up...

His vital signs seemed to improve,

color came back to his face,
then Michael I think it was...

had the Bobbsey twins
drive me back to town.

You still don't know who’s life
you saved on that dining room table?

No, but I have a good idea it
was not some country preacher.

Does the name Carmine Abruzzi
ring a bell?

The notorious mobster?

- Seth!
- I'm certainly glad I didn't know that.

I might have let my hand slip.

Thank you very much for this coffee.

Though it tasted like it was
filtered through a patrolman's pocket...

it was nice and hot.

- Where do you think you're going?
- Back to Cabot Cove.

I've got to get back
to work on my book.

- I have to see some patients.
- I don't think so.

The FBI is sending two agents up
from New York in the morning.

- They want to talk to you.
- Why?

I don't know anything
about Mr. Abruzzi or the shooting.

I only saw the bullet come out,
not go in.

You've had a hard night,
you need some sleep.

I'll get you both rooms
in a good hotel.

The Government will pay
for everything.

Including breakfast, room service,
whatever you want.

What we want is to go home,
and the sooner the better.

- Yes.
- Relax.

The worst thing that could happen
is that they call you as witnesses,

change your names
and relocate you to Provo Utah.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you
in front of your family.

But I couldn't stay there
one second longer.

I thought about it all night,
I decided to stay at my mother's...

- until after the baby is born.
- Denise...

I love you Michael. But I
won't be married to a gangster.

Listen to me.

My father was shot last night.

When we were leaving the restaurant.

Michael...

We found a doctor to treat him...

it seemed like he was getting better.

But about an hour ago,

Pop died.

Sal is sure that
the doctor killed him.

The Lieutenant said the FBI
would pick us up at 8:30 sharp.

We still have a minute or two.

I left my medical bag in
the coffee shop, I'll be right back.

Dr. Hazlitt's just gone inside
for a moment.

Yeah.

We were told that you want to talk
to both of us.

Wait in the car, please.

- All right.
- Jess!

That's the wrong car.

Get in the car, lady...

or he's dead.

Your turn, doctor.

"Andiamo"!

I didn't want to bother you so I
made the necessary arrangements.

Carmine will be shipped back
to his native land for burial.

I thought it'd be too stressful
for Rosa to accompany the coffin.

She needs to be
with her family at a time like this.

What are you doing
about my father's death?

I'm going into town now
to meet with the representatives...

of some of the other families.

Of course they'll all deny ordering
a hit on your father.

Somebody did.

When are they taking the body?

Early in the morning.

I thought you'd all like to stay
to see him off.

Pick any empty guestroom,
my home's your home.

Michael, we'll talk.

I don't like that man.
He doesn't like you.

Even as a kid, I wondered how
a lawyer with one client...

could be richer than his client.

Remind me to take a good hard look
at the books.

You're beginning to feel it already.

- What?
- The power.

You're wrong, Denise.

The only power I want is the power
to turn this family around.

If you can't believe that, you
should walk out of here right now.

Help Denise find the guest room?

Look who's giving orders already.
Just kidding, don't rub me out.

So, honey,
you want a view of the garden?

- Dr. Hazlitt.
- And my name is Jessica Fletcher.

We were brought here under duress,
snatched from the sidewalk...

in front of our hotel.

The word for that is kidnapping.

And there is a sentence that goes
with that word.

Just a second.
Marco, what is going on here?

We own a cop in the North End.

He told Sal the FBI was going
to pick up the doctor at his hotel.

So he told me to get there first.

- What about this woman?
- Didn't know she would be there.

To make it worse, he wouldn't
tell us why we were being picked up.

Is it your father?
Did he take a turn for the worse?

Yes, he took a turn.

A 180 into oblivion.

- Your father is dead?
- He was fine when I left him.

- I told you to get him to a hospital.
- What happened?

His heart started pounding in
his chest like a racing motor.

And then it stopped.

Was it because of your medicine,
doctor?

If anything, the stuff I gave him
would've slowed him down.

I don't understand it, Jess.

Can I help it if you didn't knock?

Watch them.

Dirty rotten louse!

Get her out of here.

Michael!

Michael!

Let me alone, will you?

This is how you show respect
for your father and me?

Why don't you go ahead
and do it in your father's bed.

Take it easy.
What is going on here?

What does it look like?
She walked in on us.

I was looking for an empty
bedroom with a view of the garden.

Some view I got,
the two of them like animals.

You're just jealous
because he wants me.

How would you like
a mouth full of blanket?

Sal,
is this how you say goodbye to pop?

Pop would understand.

You pig!

- Get her out of here.
- Come on.

When I am through with you,
you'll wish you're as dead as Carmine.

Come on, let's go.

Sorry.

Wait!

What do you mean you can't get a
line on the car that picked them up?

What about the doorman?

He was on his coffee break?

No, you stay with it!

Look, I don't care
if you guys ever eat lunch again.

Your department screwed up,
Lieutenant.

It never happens to you guys?

How did Carmine get here in
the first place?

Save it for the commissioner, Marino.

You cost us two witnesses.

People, they're people.

Play that tape again.

I can't be quite sure...

the windows
on the limo were heavily tinted.

Though it did feel that we crossed
over some sort of covered bridge.

Then we arrive at what must
have been a country mansion.

Which bridge?

How many of Carmine's associates
own a country mansion...

with a covered bridge nearby.

Check it out.

The way I got it figured, doc,

is that you were the back-up in case
the hit-man didn't finish him off.

When you called in your reservation,
you made sure you let Freddy know...

you were a doctor, right?

Apparently restaurants have
a preference for doctors...

- no one seems to know why.
- Wrong, lady.

Doc here was plan B.

Pop gets wounded...

Freddy calls doc and he does
a number with his needle.

What was your smart
decision there, Mikey?

"Go ahead, give him the shot."
What a call.

All right, Sal,
you've got him here now.

What are you going to do with them?

If it was up to me? Cement shoes
and into the Charles River.

She wasn't even here last night.
Marco picked her up by mistake!

Tough luck, she's here now.

What do you want to do?
Get her a shot on Donohue?

- Turn them both over to the police.
- He killed pop.

You don't know how ridiculous that is.

This man is a doctor
in the real old fashioned sense...

When you needed help for your father,
he didn't ask who or how much...

he simply did
what he could to help.

The idea of him being
a hit-man is absolutely absurd.

Jess...

It's nice to hear how your
friends feel about you,

but I don't think these
gentlemen give a hoot.

Salvatore!

Tell me it isn't true
what Connie just told me.

What did you tell her?

The wedding is off!

Why would you tell her that?
She hasn't got enough trouble?

Mom, take it easy.
Nothing's been decided yet.

You want that nympho?
You can have her!

Be quiet.

It isn't enough to lose a husband,
I have to lose a daughter-in-law too?

I had a dress made for the wedding.

The last fitting was
yesterday afternoon.

Now I can't even wear it
to the funeral.

Wait a minute, will you?

- I don't want to talk to you.
- Ma!

Ma, wait!

I'm sorry, but you people
pose a real problem to me.

I'm trying to turn this into
a legitimate family...

with legitimate business.

Now my brother wants to kill you.

I'm not sure I can stop him.

Let me examine your father
and find out the cause of death.

I don't know about that.

It can't hurt him now.

Maybe it'll help us
get out of this alive.

Okay doc. Take a look.

But whatever you find,
you tell me first.

He was shot at close range,
probably a 32.

Local freelance hit-guy
named Johnny Carr.

Lieutenant, so what?

It looks like he did a job last night.

With a payoff he didn't expect.

I just want to let you know that...

I believe what you said
to Sal about Dr. Hazlitt.

The killer would have shot
him again had he not fallen...

- behind the car also.
- So there was no need for a plan B.

Your brother is very forceful.

Yes, but I have
managerial experience.

Enough?

I wouldn't want to put it
to a test right now.

- Joey, take Denise to the store.
- Right, my pleasure.

What did you find?

It wasn't my surgery. But you were
right about something going wrong...

with your father's heart.

Are you saying my
father's death was natural?

Far from it.

There were scratches and blood
on his upper-right arm.

Clearly signs of a clumsy injection.

By you?

If you will recall,

I gave your father one injection
and that was in his left arm.

Someone else gave him the fatal shot.

But nobody else entered the house
from the time you left...

until my father died.

Then I'd say you have a problem.

Mikey, Andrew's back.
Come on down.

Excuse me, wait here.

Seth! The phone.

On second thought,
maybe you should come downstairs.

Sure.

Wait in here.

- Marco, keep an eye on them.
- Right.

Another fine mess I've
gotten you into, sorry Jess.

Am I imagining it or are
you holding something back?

I know exactly what killed his father.

The generic name is Digitoxin.

It increases the strength
of the contractions of the heart.

And overdose can be, and was, fatal.

Are you sure that was it?

I had a phial of it in my bag.

I checked when I was with Carmine,
it is gone.

- Maybe you didn't bring it.
- I always carry it.

So I checked my disposable syringes,
normally I have 10.

I used one this morning before
the operation, that means...

there should have been nine left,
there were only eight.

Someone has used my medicine
and my syringe...

to kill Carmine.

Seth!

The news isn't good.

The families are angry and defensive,
they feel you'll blame them unfairly...

- for Carmine's death.
- Who shot him from the roof?

Santa Claus?

It wasn't a freebie,
somebody paid for it.

I'm just thinking
it wasn't one of them.

They would have hired someone better.

What do they want from us?

They want Michael to put it to rest.

By showing them
the matter's been dealt with.

What do they want me to do?
Kill the doctor?

And the woman.

They want sacrifices?
They're insane!

I can't advise you in this matter.
I don't even know about it.

But if you don't do what
the other families want...

you'll lose all the
respect they had for your father.

If they don't have respect for the
Abruzzis, you're in charge of nothing...

because they'll blow us away.

It's up to you, Michael.

You want to go to war over this?

What do you say, Mikey?

I remember them.

She's that spoiled brat who made a
nuisance of herself at the restaurant.

And her daddy. The one who sent
her home with the chauffeur.

Funny we haven't seen them around.

Probably didn't want to be seen.

Remember, Sal said,
"Andrew's back."

This is beginning to make sense.
Andrew Gant,

is a distinguished
Boston Brahmin lawyer.

And Little Miss Muffin
Face here was in her cups,

raving about somebody named Sal.

Could she be the reason
the wedding was called off?

I'm beginning
to sound like one of those ladies...

down at Loretta's beauty parlor.

The wedding.

That's what it's all about, isn't it?

What what's all about?

- Talk sense, woman.
- I am.

It makes perfect sense, believe me.

Seth...

you need to go to the bathroom.

No, not really.

Go to the bathroom, now.

Would you excuse me, Jess,
I've got to run off to the bathroom.

Of course.

Hold it.

- That's just it. I can't. Weak bladder.
- All right. Come on.

911 operator, this is
Jessica Fletcher, please, contact...

Lieutenant Jerry Marino
of the Boston P.D...

and tell him we are being held by
the Abruzzi family...

at Andrew Gant's country house.

You want me
to let you get away with that?

Think again, lady.

It's okay, Sal. I'll take over.

The hell you will.
You don't have the guts.

It doesn't take guts
to kill defenseless people, Sal.

Okay then, you do it.

Go ahead, little brother.
Blow her away.

- Yeah, right. Get out of the way.
- Give me that gun, Sal.

Give me the gun,
or you're out of the family.

No way. Pop would never let
you do something like that.

You still don't get it, do you?

I'm pop!
And what I say goes!

Police!

First car, take the front!

Let's go!

Move it!

What are you doing?
You can't barge in here.

- You know who I am?
- Yeah.

You're a mouth-piece for the mob.

We're responding
to an emergency 911 call...

- that came from this house.
- No one made any such call.

I did.

This is Michael Abruzzi.

Mrs. Fletcher and Dr. Hazlitt
were kidnapped...

by order of Andrew Gant
and my brother Sal.

Lieutenant, you got here very quickly.

We were only
a mile away when we got the call.

Covered bridge, big estate.

High priced mob lawyer.
It wasn't hard.

By the way,
we found the dead hit-man.

But...
we still don't know who hired him.

I do. It's the reason that
the hit-man only fired one shot...

instead of spraying the alley
with his automatic rifle.

It was someone close
to Carmine Abruzzi.

It needs more garlic.

- Where's the provolone?
- I'm working on it.

You're still here.

- Rosa, this is Lieutenant Marino.
- Hello.

Marino?

Is your mother's name Gloria?

That's my aunt.

She flirted with all the men.

She still doesn't.

She's 75.

Well, stay for dinner, there's plenty.

I really can't. I'm on duty.

Mrs. Abruzzi,

Mrs. Fletcher and I need to talk
to you, alone.

Denise,
you and Connie go set the table.

You, too.

Don't you think we should sort of...

Go. Go.

I'll get Michael.

How did you know?

Mrs. Fletcher figured it out.

It was something you let slip when
Connie said the wedding was off.

It isn't enough I lose a husband,
but a daughter-in-law too?

I had a dress made for the wedding,
the last fitting was yesterday.

Now I can't even wear it
to the funeral.

When you went
to your fitting yesterday...

You knew that you were scheduled
to go to Italy with your husband.

But you didn't cancel the fitting.

So...

you must have made other plans.

It wasn't fair of Carmine
to take me away from my children.

I would have missed everything.

The wedding,
the birth of my first grandchild.

I couldn't bear that.

I remember hearing
Andrew tell Carmine...

about a gunman named Johnny Carr.

His number was
in my husband's phone-book.

I paid him half the money and said
I'd give him the other half afterwards.

I wanted Carmine to die quickly,
but this man botched it.

I took the phial and the syringe...

when I put the instruments back
in the medical bag after surgery.

Carmine must have had
a heart condition...

or the Digitoxin
wouldn't have worked so quickly.

He didn't want nobody to know.

The doctor said,
never give him too much.

When I was alone with Carmine, I...

said goodbye.

And I kissed him...

and I killed him.

And then you killed the hit-man.

He didn't do it right.
He hurt my Carmine.

Rosa...

How did you decide that murder
was the solution to the problem?

It was easy.

I just asked myself...

"What would Carmine do?"

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