All language subtitles for MSW s07e12 Suspicion of Murder.eng

It can be pretty tough
if she doesn't get what she wants.

- Obviously she wanted you.
- Now she's after you.

Tonight on "Murder she wrote "...

Silent alarm!
Dennis, you're losing your touch.

- He threatened to kill me.
- Was he serious?

He said I'd never live
to enjoy my freedom.

You get sideways of an irate husband
and I have to clean up your mess.

The man threatened her life
and nearly made good on it.

Don't move!

Dennis!

Hello again!

All afternoon I've been fighting
the War of the Roses...

with some Japanese beetles.

So far the beetles have been winning
but all that is coming to halt.

I hope.

I have a new story that I think
you'll find interesting.

It involves my dear friend
Dennis Stanton.

You remember Dennis.
The one time jewel thief...

who is now working
as an investigator...

for a major San Francisco
casualty company.

His latest adventure began a month ago...

at an elegant restaurant
in the heart of the city.

A party was being thrown by
one of his closest friends,

an ex professional tennis player,
Ryan Donovan.

Since I still don't know
what prompted this occasion,

I will merely wish you
a happy occasion.

To your very good health Ryan.

May you enjoy it long after
your backhand has deserted you.

Thanks Dennis. My backhand
deserted me years ago.

Why do you think I left the tour?

I thought you'd gotten too old to
run around... after tennis balls.

You guys know this fellow
actually beat me once?

6 years ago,
back when I could still play.

- He whipped my butt.
- My finest hour.

Next day I stopped playing altogether
and for the past 6 years I could say...

the last time I played tennis
I beat Ryan Donovan.

So what's the scoop Ryan?
What are we celebrating?

My freedom.

After 3 years, Alison and I
decided to call it quits.

Looks like you've got
some competition Dennis.

That I'm afraid would be no contest.
I concede already.

Excuse me.

I thought I saw a familiar face!

Hello Dennis.

- Christina, you look marvelous.
- Thank you.

A few pounds here and there.
I've been working out.

The last time I saw you was...

the reception for the Canadian
Prime Minister. When was that?

That was over a year ago.

Where's Ben?

He's not here.

I love that song.

Care to dance?

I'd be delighted.

So, what about you?
You're alone?

Not anymore.

It's amazing you can be so allusive...

- and still stay so attractive.
- Perhaps one depends on the other.

Dear sweet Dennis...

- Would you like to come up?
- No, no. I must get back.

Please Dennis.

I'd like to talk.

Alright.

Ben and I have been
separated for weeks now.

We had a terrible fight.
Bared it all out.

- There's no going back.
- I'm sorry.

I've always liked Ben.
He has a certain charming earthiness.

He's a slob.

It was never any good between us.

God knows I tried.

I must have been out of my mind
showing up at Ryan's party tonight.

I guess I just wanted to prove
to myself that I was...

still desirable as a woman.

There's never been
any question about that.

Dear sweet Dennis...

always the right response
at the right moment.

Once in a while I even
detect a note of sincerity.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

It's just that...

I've spent 4 years trying
to make a relationship work.

Well I guess that's something you
haven't had much experience with.

On the contrary,

I spent 24 years working to make
a wonderful marriage even better.

Dennis, I didn't know.

Elisabeth and I were young,
too young probably.

The early years were difficult,

but we learned to adapt.

After a while I came to depend
on her for everything.

I couldn't imagine life without her.

Then the doctor told us...

she was going to die.

It was long and it was painful...

and when it was over I thanked
God for releasing her from her agony.

I'm so sorry.

Oh don't be.

I have wonderful memories.

In that sense I'm blessed.

But would I do it again,
with someone else?

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

I think I'm afraid it would
never be the same again.

I'm sorry. You wanted to talk
and I've done all the talking.

Don't be silly.

- I think I'd better go.
- Please don't.

Christina...

I need someone with me tonight.
I'm not asking for more than that.

Well good morning.

Or should I say good afternoon?

Back from lunch so soon,
it's only 3 o'clock.

I had to get my dress for
my cousin Bernice's wedding.

I'm a bridesmaid,

that makes 14 straight
performances in supporting role.

But who's counting?

Mr. Butler was looking
for you this morning.

Probably wants my report on
the Drabecki case.

Among other things and
his mood was not pleasant.

When is it ever?
Here we are.

I have to interview
an antique dealer in Carmel...

and it's a lovely day for a drive.

Is that an invitation?

Sorry. I only have
room in my car for two.

Business with pleasure.

Who is it this time?

Rhoda dear, allow me to maintain
a little air of mystery.

Oh sure, freeze me out.

Just wait until the next time
you want me to tell some babe...

you've been called away
to Kuala Lumpur.

Be a dear, if Robert
comes looking for me...

tell him I'm hot on
the trail of the Hope diamond.

- I didn't know it was missing.
- It isn't, but Robert doesn't know.

I came on at 9. Mrs. Hellinger
was gone when I got here.

Are you sure?

Sure I'm sure.

Some guy sent her a dozen roses,

so I called her up to tell her.
No answer.

I still got 'em
over there on the desk.

- Did you check her apartment?
- What for? Out is out.

She said last night, she was
going to sleep late this morning.

You must be Dennis.

I looked at the card.
I like to keep up on things.

Why don't we check her apartment,
just to be sure?

Sure of what?

Sometime during the night she didn't
suffer from a cerebral incident,

or a coronary occlusion or worse...

You know Mac...

- Dennis.
- Dennis.

You've got a morbid imagination.

- Christina.
- Don't touch anything. Alright?

I shouldn't be doing this.

What are you doing?

Pop are you there? It's Danny.

Look, if you’re there pick up.
I know it's early but I gotta talk...

That's a private conversation.

Look it's 7:30 on Wednesday morning...

Tax guys were here again yesterday
said you had an appointment with them.

I stalled them but
they're not real happy.

So get back to me, ok Pop?

Consolidated Casualty,
Dennis Stanton's office.

It's me dear heart.

There you are.

I'm on my way back from Carmel.

- Anything happening?
- Aside from messages, not much.

Robert Butler, Robert Butler.

Robert Butler.

The fourth time he called
he left a message.

Unrepeatable.
And two calls from a Mrs. Hellinger.

- Did she leave a number?
- Yeah, right here.

- Hello?
- Christina, it's Dennis.

- Dennis, thank God.
- What is it? What's happened?

It's Ben, my husband.
I've got to see you right away.

- Of course. Where are you?
- A motel in Tiburon.

Just off the interstate.
Belevedere's.

It's the first Bungalow.
You can't miss it.

I'm about an hour and a half away
but I'll get there as soon as I can.

Dennis.

Come in quick.

- Let me see your face.
- No, please.

- You should see a doctor.
- No. I'm alright. Really.

Who did this? Ben?

After last night I went to see him.

He's been staying in our place
in San Rafael these last weeks.

I wanted to have it out with him.

I had no idea what a sick,
possessive man he is.

Last night may not
have meant much to you.

It meant everything to me.

And to me.

Thank you for saying that.

No. I mean it.

You're husband's not only a bully,
he's a fool as well.

I told him I wanted a divorce.

Don't worry Dennis.
I have no designs on you.

But you are the key that has
suddenly opened the door,

to the rest of my life.

When you told him,
is that when he struck you?

He threatened to kill me.

Was he serious?

Yes. He said he couldn't stop me
from divorcing me but that...

I'd never live to enjoy my freedom.

I think we'd better go to the police.

What are they gonna do?
Protect me for the rest of my life?

Christina.

Even if they could, they don't
get involved in domestic quarrels.

Christina.

Threatening someone
with murder is a crime.

The least the police can
do is to put Ben on notice.

Keep him at bay.

I doubt very much if he wants to
spend the rest of his life in jail.

Please, you must protect yourself.

Alright.

But it won't be just for me.

He may know about us,
about last night.

He had a lot of friends at the party.
Someone may have told him.

He said things, veiled things,
as if he knew something.

Come on.

- Were you followed to the motel?
- No. I don't think so. Why?

We've picked up company.

- That's Ben's car.
- Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. Speed up.

And let him know we're on to him?

No. There's a police station
about ten blocks from here.

I may lure him to the door.
Operator, this is an emergency.

Connect me right away
with San Rafael police.

Dennis!

- Are you alright?
- Yeah I think so.

- Sure it was your husband's car?
- Yes.

- Did you see the license plates?
- I did Lieutenant.

Personalized, BJH 60.

His initials. He bought that car
for himself for his 60th birthday.

Ishimini!

Yes sir?

Get an APB on the is car,
late model dark Mercedes.

He's been staying the last few weeks
at our place in San Rafael.

Ishimini, call San Rafael,
check in about it.

Mrs. Hellinger, do you want to
go with Officer Ishimini...

give him a description of
your husband, address, etc..

- Certainly.
- Thank you, this way ma'am.

Who do you think I am?
A social worker?

Now now Perry.
You're blood pressure.

You get yourself sideways of an
irate husband and I'm supposed to...

to clean up your mess.
Is that how it goes?

The man threatened her life and
nearly made good. That's your job.

What do you want me to do?
Put a round the clock guard on her?

Even it I wanted to
I don't have the manpower...

It was an attempt on her life.
I have dents in my car to prove it.

Gee, I hope you've got
a good insurance company.

You're not gonna do anything?

Not exactly.

I'm gonna pick this guy up, if I can.

Then I'm gonna get his side
of the story,

then I'll decide what, if anything
I'm gonna do about it.

As always Perry, your
understanding leaves me awestruck.

You're the one who sneaked into
the wrong bedroom, not me.

Have a nice evening.

How long will you be with us
Mr. Schneider?

A day or so.

I'll just leave
the check out date open.

Will that be a king size bed,
or two doubles?

Makes no difference.

May I see a major credit card?

Why don't you put this on account.

- Luggage?
- Airline lost it.

Of course.

It's room, 1233.
The elevators are to your left.

- Have a nice evening.
- Same to you.

- Very nice.
- I'd rather have gone to your place.

I'm the only one who knows
you're booked here, Mrs. Schneider.

Let's keep it that way,
until I talk to your husband.

It'll be very dreary,
but don't leave this room.

If you need something from the
shops have them bring it up,

order your meals from room service.

And under no circumstances
let anyone know where you are.

- You're not staying?
- Tempting, but no.

Dennis,

I'm sorry I dragged you into this.

Dragged? Don't be silly.
No one threw a rope around my neck.

Try and sleep.

Elisabeth.

When will I ever learn?

Play with fire
you'll wind up with blisters.

Don't be angry with me. It's
not quite as sordid as it seems.

Oh, you disagree?

Weren't you the one who told
me to get on with my life...

and not curl up in some
corner like a hermit?

You were lying.

Well of course you were.

It's all your fault, you know?

If you hadn't gone ahead
so damn soon.

Stanton.

Good morning, Lieutenant.

I was up half the night,

trying to find your pal, Hellinger.

Concerned for me, were you?

No. I went home, to bed then
I woke up in a cold sweat...

because I had visions of
this headline:

"Stanton dead"...

"Catalano being investigated
for dereliction of duty."

That's more like it.

We came up empty.

San Rafael Police checked out
Hellinger's place around 3:00 am.

It was locked up tight,
no car anywhere.

What about his office in the city?

I said empty, Stanton zip.

Day watch has been given
a description of him and his car.

That's the best I can do for you.

Well thank you Perry.

If I run across him or if he
tries to run across me again...

I'll let you know.

- Hello?
- It's me.

Where have you been?
I've been worried sick.

I checked out San Rafael.

Ben's car is there, he isn't.

- Are you alright?
- Bored silly.

Have you ever tried watching
TV at 10 in the morning?

Not if I can help it.
Sit tight for a while longer.

I've got a couple more stops,

then I'm going to Ben's office
to poke around.

Dennis be careful.

The police may have told his sons
Danny and Joey about us.

I'm not one of their favorite people,
and Danny's got a terrible temper.

I can look after myself dear heart.

I'll call you later.

Rose, get Joey
and tell him to get in here now.

Thanks for holding, Mr. Brennan.

I think the problem,

is the man you spoke to,
my brother Joe...

He... well,

he used the wrong price schedule
in order to give you that quote.

No, no sir...

It's our fault. We intent
to take responsibility for it.

If you have any further problems...

please call and ask for me personally.

Thank you. Bye.

- What's up Danny?
- What is the matter with you Joey?

For 4 years Pop and I have
been trying to cram...

the business into your head
and you still screw up.

- What?
- What?

The Brennan job!
We're gonna eat 900 bucks...

because you got chop seuy for brains.

Get off my back!

It's not my idea I'm working here.
It's the old man's, ok?

Yeah?
What are you gonna do instead?

You gonna go to Law School?
You gonna be a doctor?

You gonna find somebody else
to pay you what you drag out...

of this company every week?
In your dreams pal!

Yeah right.

- You know where the old man is?
- No.

Rosie said the cops
are looking for him.

You know Pop. He probably
went off for a couple of days.

Probably to get away from her.

Mr. Hellinger.

Mr. Hellinger?

I'm Danny Hellinger.
Can I help you?

I'm Dennis Stanton.
I'm looking for your father.

You're the guy who told the cops
my father tried to kill you.

Leave us alone here Joey.

- Come on Danny.
- Go on and get out.

Mr. Stanton.

Ok, what's going on?

Precisely what
I want to know from you.

Last night, your father or a
facsimile ran me off the road.

You and my step mother you mean?

The lady asked me for help after
your father used her...

as a punching bag.

Is that what you used
her for the night before?

You have an ugly sense of humor.

I'm not very polite when
it comes to Christina.

Yes Rose?

Leon Vandermeer is on the line.

Tell him I'll call him right back.

Leon Vandermeer! That's pretty
high powered legal advice.

Not that it's any of your business.

I don't know where my father is.
Even if I did I wouldn't tell you.

When was the last time
you saw him?

That's none of your business.
Look, I'm busy.

2 days ago, he failed to show
up at a meeting with the tax people.

How long before that was he missing?

He's not missing.
I saw him Sunday morning.

Now goodbye Mr. Stanton.

Listen, take some advice.

Stay away from Christina.

My father is old. He's in love
with her. He doesn't know any better.

But I do.

If you hear from him,

call me.

Yes, yes.
Fine. Yes right.

Right.

- Thanks for your phone.
- No problem.

Sure you don't want to work out?

No, no. No thanks.

The lady's bored silly
and threatening mutiny...

if I don't get back
to her right away.

- Anything serious?
- Not really.

Tell me about Ben and Christina?

What about them?

I'm caught up in rather
a strange situation.

Since you invited them I thought
you could fill in the blanks.

You know Ben.
Older guy, sort of a roughneck.

San Francisco didn't exactly
warm to him despite his success.

That's the kind of town this is.
It's hard to buy your way in.

And the lady?

Socially ambitious.

She wanted to come in from the cold.

- Juice?
- No thanks.

Christina and I
had a fling last year.

It was falling apart between
Allison and me even then.

Christina started getting serious.

I reminded her she had a husband,
we had a blow out.

That was that.

Ben's been missing
since last Sunday.

Probably needed a change of scenery.

Christina can be pretty tough
if she doesn't get what she wants.

Obviously she wanted you?

Now I guess she's after you.

- Good evening Officer.
- May I see you license please?

What's wrong?
Did I miss a stop sign?

Step out of the car please.

I'm quite sure I wasn't speeding.

Face the car,
hands spread in front of you.

Really.

Right hand behind your back please.

- Not even a breathalyzer test?
- Now the left.

May I ask what this is all about?

Sure.

At 6 pm an APB went out
on you and your car.

You're wanted for questioning
in the murder of Benjamin Hellinger.

Delighted I found a way
to amuse you Lieutenant.

I'm a sucker for the 3 stooges too.

Might I sit down?

When I tell you to.
Wait outside.

Well...

You finally blew it, Stanton.
I knew you would.

Once a thief always a killer?
It doesn't quite follow.

No, what follows is...

that you have a natural born
contempt for the law.

Only this time the stakes
are a little bigger.

- Sit down!
- Thank you.

We finally got you this time buddy.

I'm only sorry we got to turn
you over to the San Rafael cops...

who by the way,
are on their way here to pick you up.

Before they get here,

why not fill me in. What exactly
am I being charged with?

You wanna know what we got?
Well, I'll tell you what we got.

Around 4:00 the San Rafael cops...

get a tip that you've been
lurking around the Hellinger place.

They find Hellinger's
Mercedes in the garage.

Wasn't too tough to figure
out you found him.

I didn't, but go on.

When they went inside, they
found him in the steam shower...

with an ice pick through his heart.

They called a forensic
guy to dust for prints...

He finds a lot of fresh ones in
the car, inside the house...

and not the victims.

- No. They were mine.
- I rest my case.

For what it's worth,
I didn't kill him...

and there was no body
in that shower...

when I was there at 10 this morning.

For what it's worth,
I don't believe you.

Think Lieutenant.

Do you really think that
I'm stupid enough to commit such...

a clumsy and obvious murder?

Yes.

Or brave enough
to kill a man face to face...

with an ice pick?

That part doesn't fit,
but I can live with it.

This tip, where did it come from?

Over the phone.
They didn't leave a name.

What?

The officers from San Rafael
are here for the prisoner.

We'll be right out.

By the way,

the San Rafael jail...

you'll just love the cuisine.

It's ok Charlie.
He's not going anywhere.

Get in the van, quick.

Shut the door.

Now get behind the wheel.

Now.

Get some help.

Excuse me.
I wonder if you could help me?

My wife seems to have fallen asleep,

and I've forgotten my key card.

I got nobody in there sir.
That's a check out.

Mrs. Schneider checked out
just after 6 o'clock.

We refunded 102 dollars
and 12 cents...

from the cash
you'd given us on account.

Strange she didn't mention
it when she called?

I can't remember if she called
collect or charged it to the room?

It was around 4:00, San Rafael.

Here it is. 555-4851.

The call was made at 4:15
and she did charge it to the room.

Let me take a look...

Excuse me Mr. Schneider.

Do you have some
sort of identification?

Of course...

Never mind, I'll check it with
my wife when I get home.

Thank you so much.

San Rafael Police Department.
May I help you?

Hello...

Hello?

Let me get this
straight Mrs. Hellinger.

Last night after you and Stanton
left my office you went...

- to a hotel.
- Yes. The Alvion.

But he didn't stay.

He was concerned about my safety.

And his own. He was very angry.

He told me to stay in the room...

until he found my husband
and had it out with him.

I never thought he'd kill him.
You've got to believe me.

You stayed in this hotel, what?

All night, all next day?

Yes, I had breakfast
sent up around 8:00.

Lunch shortly past 1:00.

The made came in sometime in
the morning to make up the room.

I don't remember exactly when.

And around 3:00 I had
some magazines sent up.

Dennis told me not to leave
the room for any reason.

We'll check it out.

Why did you leave?
Did Stanton call you?

No, I saw the report of my husband's
death on the news. I was frightened.

I wanted to get home.

That's when I called you.

I'm posting a man
here in the apartment...

just in case Stanton
comes here looking for you.

Thank you.

You got nothing to worry about,
Mrs. Hellinger.

We're gonna get him.

A silent alarm.
Dennis you're losing your touch.

Alright!

- Where's is he?
- Sir, I don't know.

Don't be ridiculous.
You always know.

Have you read this yet?

3 times they mentioned
Consolidated Casualty.

This is nice.

Dennis Stanton convicted
2 years ago for grand theft...

received a suspended sentence
and 5 years probation.

That's gonna do wonders
for our reputation.

Sir, honestly,
I have no idea where he is...

Now listen Mrs. Markowitz.

The minute he calls, I want to know.
You understand?

Yes sir.

I'm not gonna take
any heat for this guy.

Next thing you know you'll
see my name in the paper.

Consolidated Casualty.
Mr. Stanton office.

Like hiring him was my idea.
Which it wasn't.

Hi Mom.

Does that mean, you can't talk now?

You got that right.
The guy is a real schlemiel.

I see. Robert's with you.

Of course he is.

Wait Mom. Why are you crying?
Who's got shingles?

Alright Mrs. Markowitz.

Remember what I said.
The minute he calls.

Yes sir.

Where are you?
Don't tell me. I don't want to know.

For the record,
I did not kill that man.

You think I don't know that?
So who did?

I'm working on it...

I got an idea, the widow Hellinger
with a little help from a friend.

A few weeks ago Ben Hellinger
changed his will...

leaving his half of the community
property to his son Danny.

- How did you find that out?
- You don't need to know that either.

Now listen carefully.

The night before last,
Christina Hellinger,

stayed at the Alvion Hotel...

under the name Schneider.
Room 1233.

She made one phone call to
the San Rafael police.

The anonymous tip that led to me,
but before she made one other call.

I need you to find out that number.

How am I supposed to do that?

With the friend of yours,
the computer hacker.

Sheldon?
You want me to call Sheldon?

It took me 3 months
to get that guy off my back!

Rhoda, if this miscarriage
of justice succeeds...

More than likely you'll be
back in the secretarial pool.

I'll get right on it.

Good girl. I'll be in touch.

Catalano.

Where are you?

Immaterial. Now listen
carefully Lieutenant.

I'm going to help you win a
departmental commendation...

for solving the Hellinger murder.

We got it solved.

You get your butt in here,
before you get it shot off.

There's 3 things you have to do.

First have forensics check the
entire house for traces of blood.

He wasn't killed in that steam room.

We know that.
It was the living room.

Why you stuck him in the
shower I haven't figured out yet.

Two, ask the San Rafael police...

if the freezer in the garage was
padlocked when they found the body.

Freezer chest?

Third, find out from the pathologist
if any of Hellinger's organs...

showed evidence of frozen tissue.

Quit trying to cloud the issue.
And give your self up.

I'll be in touch.

Wait a minute! Stanton!

Yes sir.

Give me the Medical Examiner.

Do you always drive that skillfully?

Only when I'm aiding and
abetting a felon.

- You ok?
- Never been better.

Did you get it?

I want you to know,
this is costing me a dinner...

with Sheldon and his parents
Saturday night.

Remind me to put you in for a raise.

Put me in for a raise.

555- 8290.
Now... Unless I'm mistaken...

this is either the Hellinger office
or Danny Hellinger's home number.

You're mistaken.
I already checked it out.

The number is listed to
Joseph Hellinger.

Brother Joey? But of...

Of course it is.

Left at the light,
then 3 blocks and pull over.

Wait a minute.
That's a police station.

Yes. I've decided to give myself up.

- Come in.
- Here he is Lieutenant.

So you finally got smart.
Good thinking.

Before you start on the lecture
I think I figured this out.

That makes two of us.

Would you mind closing
the door on the way out?

Yes sir.

The pathologist's report:

Internal organs do show signs
of having been frozen.

In the garage freezer chest, no doubt.

San Rafael cops said there
was no padlock on the chest...

when they investigated.
It was open and empty.

It was locked when
I was there earlier in the morning.

So someone, not Mrs. Hellinger,
came back after I left.

Removed the body from the freezer,
stuck it in the steam shower...

to thaw out in an attempt to
mask the real time of death.

Which could have been as long ago
as Sunday or Monday.

I was out of town until
Tuesday morning.

For the record, I no longer
consider you a suspect.

- Just a gullible patsy.
- A misdemeanor at worst.

So, who did kill the guy?

Christina Hellinger.

But she needed help to create the
illusion that he was still alive.

Help from who?

From her stepson Joey, a wastrel
with a love of money.

His father had cut him
out of his will...

and left everything
to his elder son, Danny.

I'm sure Joey agreed
to help the widow...

for a hefty slice of her inheritance.

Yeah, but can we take that to court?

I doubt it.

But if you set 2 untrustworthy
people on a collision course...

anything could happen.

- May I suggest a plan of action?
- No.

- Fine.
- Alright let's here it.

Firstly, alert the media that
I've been recaptured.

Secondly, make sure
Christina Hellinger knows.

Ryan, Christina Hellinger.

Well I'm fine now,
but it's been a terrible ordeal.

I guess you heard.

They caught Dennis Stanton
trying to leave town.

I can't imagine why he did it.

I suppose if you've lived most
of your life outside the law...

murder comes easy.

Ryan, I know this may seem
inappropriate this soon, but...

I'd like to see you. Now that you
and Allison are no longer together.

I thought you might be feeling lonely,
and God knows I could use...

someone to talk to.

Of course. Perhaps when you get back.
You will call me?

Yes. I understand.

Sorry I bothered you.

Too bad, Christina.

More rejection?

Dennis, but they arrested you again?

Arresting me is one thing,
keeping me is another matter.

Since your doorman knows me by sight.

I dropped in through
your bedroom window.

Not the police.

We meant so much to each other.

- What do you want?
- You of course.

I realize I'm not quite the
social lion that Ryan Donovan is...

nor nearly as wealthy
but I do have my attributes.

You must be crazy.

I do know that you killed Ben.

In a fit of anger I'm sure...

nobody would commit such
a sloppy premeditated murder.

You are crazy.

Alright. If I can't have you,
let's settle for cash.

A small share of your inheritance?

Christina, your plan won't work.
The pathologists aren't stupid.

They'll know Ben was killed
several days ago, and was frozen.

Then you always run the risk...

that Joey will talk.

By the way, did he effect
those bruises on your face?

I don't what you're talking about.

On the other hand
we do have a reasonable alternative.

Suppose for the sake of argument,

that you and I were together
at my place...

on Sunday, all day and all evening.

I could swear to it.

I'm listening.

As for Joey,

he was furious with his father.

He drove to San Rafael,
to confront him.

They got into a terrible row
over the new will.

And he stabbed him with the ice pick.

In a panic he stuffed the
body in the freezer...

while he figured out
what to do next.

When he saw you and I together
at Ryan's party, it came to him.

He drove his father's car to make
it appear that Ben was still alive.

And then framed me for murder.

You of course, completely
blameless in the whole affair.

- Joey will claim otherwise.
- Who will believe him?

He's never liked you anyway.

Striking out at you would
be only natural.

Any sort of personal involvement
between you and me,

that wouldn't be part of it.

No offense.

But all things considered,
I'd rather have the money.

Alright.

How much?

Say a million.

What's to stop you from
coming back in a year...

for another million?

The threat of jail.

Having committed perjury
I could hardly go to the police...

without implicating myself
as an accessory after the fact.

You're move Joey.

Ok.

What kind of a deal can I make?

Listen to this one.

The case was broken through
the efforts of Dennis Stanton,

an investigator of
Consolidated Casualty,

at one time a prime suspect
in the murder.

Crazy lady.

She thought she had a chance
with Ryan Donovan?

And everything that went with him.

Now she is what I call
a social climber.

Dennis!

Terrific job.

Really terrific job.

Thank you Robert.
How nice of you to say so.

Considering I didn't save
the company one thin dime.

Money?
What's that?

I'm talking about press.

I'm talking about the kind of
publicity money can't buy.

No chance of me converting that
enthusiasm to a few days off?

Days off?
Not a chance.

As a matter of fact, I have a
couple new cases for you.

If things keep going
the way they're going.

I might get that transfer
to the New York office.

"Ciao"!

- New York!
- New York!

- This one's yours. I'll take this.
- Right.

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