All language subtitles for MSW s07e19 Thursdays Child.eng

I would do anything
to help my son.

Can't his father help?

Your husband and I
were more than just friends.

Steve, is Frank's son.

Tonight on "Murder, She Wrote"...

You're a terrific lady.

Jessica, there's no indication
that Steve was Frank's child.

Did Frank have an affair
with Nancy Landon in Korea?

Some guys found comfort
wherever they could find it.

- Is Steve Frank's child?
- Do you want to know the truth?

We've got 500 meters of
concrete going in the holes.

The next driver to stop for
coffee will eat his load.

- Stop the pour!
- Are you crazy?

Somebody must be.
Shut it down.

I take my orders from Mr. Olston.

You got a problem, you talk to him.

Murray, we're talking
400 tones of steel.

Lower the price or cancel the order.

Get back to me in an hour
or ship it back to Korea.

- Stop them out there, Mr. Olston.
- Are you an architect or a comedian?

The footings are two feet
under the specifications.

And in the northwest corner
There are supposed to be pilings.

The re-bar is only half the size
of what the drawings call for.

- We had to rework your specs.
- What? You can't do that.

An engineer went over the plans,
they were over-specced.

Hell they are!

This is a school.
What you're building out there...

is shoddy and unsafe.

Steve, I can see you're upset.
I'll tell you what we'll do,

I give you the new specs
And you rework your plans.

We're paying.

What do you say to ten grand?

What you're trying to buy
is not for sale, Olston.

- Watch your mouth, Landon.
- No, you do it.

I'll take this to Councilman Axelrod,
or I'll go to the newspapers.

I'm going to shut you down.

He'll bring problems, Mr. Olston.

Who knows what a nut
like that might do.

We better deal with it.

You have no idea of who
committed the murder, Mrs. Fletcher?

To be perfectly honest,
I don't have a clue.

As I explained before the break,
when I start a book...

I spend weeks
shaping the characters...

finding an arena, working
on the details of the crime...

before I even consider
which one of my characters...

actually committed the murder.

Yes, but it all
formula stuff, isn't it?

Well, yes...

I bet he's never read
one of your books, Jessica.

There is an element of formula
in all my mysteries.

- Hi.
- But I try to present the story...

Look who's on television.
Jessica Fletcher.

She's in town
promoting her new book.

We'll be back with JB Fletcher
after these messages.

Steven... is anything wrong?

Ben Olston is using my school
to rip off the taxpayers.

- What will you do?
- I don't know, I'll write some things.

Before sending a release
to the media...

We check it for errors.

Next time, check with me first.

Mr. Axelrod's office, Dawn speaking.

Can you talk?

For you, I'll clear
my agenda anytime.

- We might have a problem.
- Building Department?

Planning Department?
Or is it with your wife?

We're here to serve you.

Architectural Department.

Steve Landon showed up today.
He was supposed to be out of town.

He spotted the cuts we
made on the school foundations.

Did you get the new specs I got you?

- Axelrod didn't even see them.
- That's the problem, darling.

Landon threatens to take them to him.
Maybe even the newspapers.

I don't want us to get caught.

Course, you aren't saving much and
you'd jeopardize all your projects.

Not to mention my little tushie.

That, my darling, is
definitely worth saving.

I'm glad you think so.

But if Landon raises a stink,
they'll look into your other projects.

There's a solution.
A radical solution.

How radical?

I'll get back to you, Councilman.

Is someone there?

That's right, my wife.
She's taking me to lunch.

Terrific.

When will you tell her about us?

Soon.

I'll phone you later
about those plans, sir.

Lunch?
Darling, have you forgotten?

I'm going to spend a couple
of days with my mother.

Of course, you mentioned last
night she wasn't feeling well.

What is it this time?
The headaches or the arthritis?

Her asthma.

You got home so late last night,
it's normal you don't remember.

- Working on the annual report.
- I know.

You've come so far from that
bricklaying contractor I married.

Not without some help, like
the money I put in the firm.

I will never forget it,
since you keep reminding me.

I will be back in three days.

- I'll call.
- Drive safely.

And hello to mother.

To be honest, Seth, doing
the talk shows and the promotion...

is more work than
actually writing the books.

No, it isn't raining.
Did you hear it, too?

Nothing wrong with your hearing, Seth.

It wasn't thunder, but it might
have been a sonic boom.

Yes, two days here and then Atlanta.

Unless I find a graceful way
to get out of it.

Well, I'll check with you
as soon as I get back.

Bye.

- Hello?
- Hello, Mrs. Fletcher.

My name is Nancy Landon,
we've never met, but...

I have followed your career
for years and...

you get this from lots of people,
but I feel as if I know you.

Yes, Mrs. Landon.
What can I do for you?

I wondered if we could
talk personally.

I'm sorry,
my time is very limited.

It's very important.

I have a number of appointments.

This is a personal matter.

Maybe I should have mentioned earlier.

I was stationed in Korea in 1951,
I was an Army nurse.

- I knew your husband.
- You were a friend of Frank's?

Yes, I know
he's dead now.

He was such a wonderful man
and spoke of you often.

Please, if I could just
see you for a little while.

Well, I seem to have lunch free.

Could you meet me at one?

Yes, thank you. I'll be there.

Yes, Mr. Mayor,
it was some kind of terrorist.

Thank God, nobody got hurt.

As soon as we find out anything
I will let you know.

Than you.

I've spoken to my sources
down at the precinct.

There's been an arrest.

That's fast work.
Who is it?

The architect.
His name is Steve Landon.

He made a threat to
blow up the entire project...

in front of Mr. Olston
and an employee.

He was seen in the vicinity
just before the explosion.

The architect?

Why would he blow up a school?

He has a history of
mental instability, sir.

He was under a psychiatrist's care.

I took the liberty of preparing
a statement for the press.

- Care to look at it?
- Yes, thank you.

I imagine being a nurse
in wartime wasn't easy.

You must have been very young.

In Korea we grew up very fast.

Frank never talked much about the
ugly side of war when he came back.

Even his letters used
to be quite cheery.

But, knowing him...

I could read between the lines and
I sensed what he was going through.

- Frank had a kind of inner strength.
- Yes.

Everyone came to him with problems.

You must have known Clint Phelps
and Lee Goddard.

- They were in the crew with Frank.
- Yes, of course.

Mrs. Fletcher, did you read
the paper this morning...

the explosion in the building site?

Yes, I heard it last night. terrible.

They've arrested my son Steve.
They're accusing him of it.

- What?
- He didn't do it, of course.

- He was with me when it happened.
- Well, then...

They don't believe me.

Steven was the architect
on the school project.

It was his first big commission.

He has a brilliant future ahead.

But he discovered that they
were using inferior materials...

and cutting corners.

And now they are trying to cover it
by blaming him for the explosion.

That's why I need your help,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I see your predicament, but...

How can I help?

We don't have any money.

Everything I had
went into Steven's education.

His wife died last year and he's
still paying off the medical bills.

I'm so sorry.

We're up against
very powerful people...

They've been stealing millions.

A lawyer will cost money.

But what he needs most of all...

is somebody with influence
who will help him.

Someone like you can
keep him from being railroaded.

Mrs. Landon, my heart goes out to you,
but I know nothing about this.

I don't even know your son.

I would do anything
to help my son.

Of course,
any mother would.

- Or father.
- Can't Steve's father help?

- He's dead.
- I'm sorry.

I was hoping you would help
once you knew the circumstances.

You see,

I haven't told this to
anybody in all these years.

And I will deny it to Steven himself.

In Korea,

your husband and I
were more than just friends.

Steve is Frank's son.

As a lawyer, my advice is
don't take it too seriously.

This sort of thing happens
to celebrities.

It never happened to me.

They're strange people.

Most of them are your
garden variety nuts.

They just come forward
and make wild claims.

Whatever she is,

Nancy Landon doesn't
strike me as a nut.

It sounds to me like a shakedown.

In any case,
you can go back to Cabot Cove.

- Let me deal with this.
- I don't believe her story.

If anything like that had happened,
Frank would have told me.

All she wants is your money, Jessica.

She'll realize you won't bite.

But she seemed so desperate,
so vulnerable...

They've arrested her son.

If what the paper says is true,
he'll need a lawyer.

Jessica, my second piece of advice
is don't get involved.

I assure you I have no intention
of getting involved.

I'll check her out.
Let me worry about it.

I'm handsomely compensated for it.
You'll get my bill.

But if this is just a shakedown
for some money,

why did she wait until now?

Until her son is in
such desperate trouble.

I'm just fine, Clint.

I'm in a hotel room and thought of you
two and I thought I'd give you a call.

- How's Bonnie?
- Fine.

She's in Tacoma.
We have a new grandson.

- Seven pounds, three ounces.
- That's wonderful.

- And Phyllis is fine?
- Couldn't be better.

Kids can't wait to
assert their independence...

but as soon as the baby arrives
they want mother around.

Yes, it must be wonderful
seeing the grandchildren grow.

It's funny you called,
I thought about Frank the other day.

I was in one
of those commuter flights.

I hadn't been
on a prop plane in years.

I looked out at the engine
and it all came back to me.

Frank, Lee and the Dixie Damsel.

Clint, I bumped into somebody
who knew you and Frank in Korea.

- No kidding! Who?
- Nancy Landon.

Nancy Landon...

Yes, she was a nurse, good fun.

How's she doing?

She has problems. Her son is
in trouble and she needs help.

I'm sorry.
How did you meet her?

She phoned me...

and said that you, Frank and she
had been friends in Korea.

Well, not exactly friends. We saw
each other in the officers club.

It was such a long time ago, I'm
not sure we talk of the same person.

But you seem to remember her...

Most of what happened in Korea
I try to forget.

Bonnie will be sorry she missed you.

I'll call her next week,
promise.

We'll have that get-together
we've been planning.

Send me a picture of
that grandson, right?

Bye.

I'm telling you, Jessica.
You're making a mistake.

Andrew, I'm not getting involved.

I'm a good judge of character...

and if I meet him I'll be able
to know if he's telling the truth...

about corruption in the city
building department.

- Can I help you?
- Andrew Dixon,

to see Lieutenant Claymore.

He's with someone now.
Take a seat...

Thank you.

Andrew, did you say that a
Nancy Landon was stationed...

in the Seoul Military Hospital
from 1951 until April 1952?

We don't even know if it was
the same Nancy Landon.

That was two months after
Frank and his crew...

went down in the Dixie Damsel.

Jessica, that doesn't mean a thing.

Mr. Olston, the bomb squad have
finished, you can clear the site.

Every day's delay costs money.

Councilman Axelrod appreciates
your cooperation, Lieutenant Claymore.

Thank you.

That's Dawn Bickford, Councilman
Axelrod's assistant.

Ben Olston owns the
construction company.

It seems he also owns influence
in high places.

I've gotten a call from
the Mayor's office, but...

I didn't realize the bomber
had so much juice going for him.

He may have nothing going for him,

but we're interested in the details.

It's very simple.

Steve Landon threatened to blow up
the school in front of two witnesses.

Mr. Olston and Ralph Crocket,
his construction supervisor.

He drove past the site five
minutes before the explosion.

He spotted Landon leaving the site
and getting into his car.

He got the license plate
and it checks.

So he immediately called the police.

No, we got the statement
this morning.

That's odd, if Mr. Landon threatened
to blow up the place,

why wouldn't Mr. Crocket be alarmed
to see him there at night?

He could have done something.

I asked, but nobody took
the threat seriously.

It seems Mr. Landon
has mental problems.

I was not aware of that.

Mrs. Landon said that her son was
with her at the time of the explosion.

We'd expect a mother to
lie to protect her son.

Of course, but on the other hand,
all the evidence against him...

seem to come from Mr. Olston
and his employee.

May we see Mr. Landon?

So when the building
was finished,

he would collect
for materials not used.

It sounds very suspicious.

I appreciate very much what
you're doing, Mrs. Fletcher.

My mother said you would help.

Mr. Landon, you should know
I advised her not to come.

I'll be up front with you.
I haven't got a dime.

Whatever your fees are, I will pay
you, if it takes me all my life.

Are you suggesting Mr. Olston blew
up his own construction site?

I can't prove it,

but when I went in
and confronted Olston,

he tried to buy me off.

- I can't prove that, either.
- We don't know if all this is true.

- You don't believe me.
- Your mother does.

- She seems devoted to you.
- My mother and I...

we only have each other.
My wife died last year.

Your mother mentioned it.
I'm so sorry.

I try to get to terms with it.

Is your father in any position
to help?

My father died before I was born.

He was a flier in Korea. He was shot
down somewhere over Pusan.

My mother never remarried,
I guess...

she was busy raising me.

She seems a very
determined woman.

I think he's a likeable young man
and I'm inclined to believe him.

He's charming, but there is
a strong case against him.

- He's bucking some powerful people.
- Then he will need help.

Excuse me, where can I
find Mr. Olston?

In there, but he's all tied up.

Thank you.

If you have any more
odd jobs, give me a call.

I've already burned your number.
We don't know each other.

If I were you I'd take a long trip.
I'd go to Central America.

There's 25 thousand there.
All I had in the safe.

I'll get you the rest tonight.

- Mr. Olston?
- Nice doing business with you.

I'm glad I caught you.

As a volunteer,
I have to steal all the time I can.

You are at the top of my list.

- What list is that?
- The fund-raiser.

We have you down
as a generous contributor.

They run for reelection all year
round. Who is it this time?

Our club admires
Councilman Axelrod...

for his position
on women's issues.

I contribute directly
to his re-election committee.

Maybe I got the wrong list.

Who is your contact on his committee?

Dawn Bickford,
his administrative assistant.

I'm sorry, but I've got
an awful lot to do.

Of course, thank you for your time.

Hi, it's me.

- Temple was just here.
- Well, that problem is solved.

Which leaves us with the other
Your wife.

I told you, I'll tell her
as soon as she gets back.

- When is that?
- Tomorrow.

Are you off the leash tonight or
should you be at home if she calls?

Depends.
You feel like playing house?

Well, that adds a certain spice
to sneaking around behind her back.

What time?

Nine-ish.
I'll turn on the sauna.

Thanks.

Is there anybody home, lady?

my husband must be home,
or else the alarm would be on.

Ben?

Are you home?
Ben!

Would you mind staying
until I have a look around?

No, you can't be too careful.

Ben?

Ben?

No, don't go in there, lady.

I'm glad you could come.

Before I went back home there
I wanted to talk about a few things.

I'm sorry, Jessica.
You don't mind me calling you Jessica?

The last thing I wanted
was hurting you.

Mrs. Landon, the police
mentioned a report...

of Steve's mental instability.

Nonsense.

He was very upset
when his wife died.

- Of course.
- He went to a psychiatrist...

at my recommendation.
But there is no mental illness.

He was like a rock of Gibraltar...

at least until this terrible
business with Ben Olston.

Did something happen that
you haven't told me about?

Jessica, I feel
I can trust you.

I found this...

in the glove compartment of our
wagon this morning.

- Do you thing it's Steve's?
- It is not mine. Who's could it be?

Mrs. Landon, I like Steve,

but I don't believe the stuff
about him being Frank's son.

I can't blame you, Jessica.

Steve told me his father was
shot down and killed in Korea.

That's what I told him.
You don't expect me to tell a boy...

that his father left me
to go back to his wife.

I'm sorry, but
why should I believe it?

I hoped not to have to show you.

I've always felt it was
very private.

"May 3rd, 1954.

Dear Nancy, haven't heard
from you in over a year.

Little Steve must
be around two now.

I wish you let help you,
I know how difficult it must be.

Just remember,
if you need anything ever,

please let me know.

Always, Frank. "

I'm sorry, Jessica.

I thought this part of my life
was closed forever.

But Frank promised to help.

- Nancy Landon?
- Yes.

- I'm lieutenant Claymore.
- Is this about Steve?

- Mrs. Fletcher.
- Lieutenant.

Mrs. Landon, do you have
a permit for this firearm?

No!
I don't know. It is not mine.

Mrs. Landon, please come with me.

Lieutenant, how long will you
hold Mrs. Landon here?

The pistol Mrs. Landon had...

happens to be registered
to Ben Olston.

His wife said he kept it
in his desk at home.

If the fingerprints on it are
Mrs. Landon's, we'll book her.

- But she says...
- I know what she says. There's more.

We found an appointment
on the victim's desk.

Confirming an appointment
with Mrs. Landon at eight o'clock.

I didn't have an appointment.

What they did to Steve was unfair...

so I decided to go see Mr. Olston
to confront him with Steve's report.

It had to be around eight.

Yes?

Hello.
I'm Nancy Landon.

I'm Steve's mother,
I need to talk to you.

- I have nothing to say to you.
- Please.

Wait a minute.

Hello?
Hi, babe.

Well, yes, I understand.

If you feel it is more important...

I can't talk right now,
the architect's mother is here.

Don't worry, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, me too.
Bye.

There's nothing I can do for you,
Mrs. Landon.

I shouldn't even talk to you.

What about Steven's report?
What do you have to say about it?

Who do you think you are
coming into my house like this?

Get out!

I didn't go there to quarrel with him.
I went to talk about Steven's report.

We didn't find
any report, Mrs. Landon.

We found an appointment slip
with your name on it.

You should call a lawyer.

Alright, Jessica.
But I don't understand why.

Because in spite of everything
I don't believe she did it.

Are you sure that's the reason?

Of course it is.

Someone could have planted
that gun in her station wagon.

Her address is in
the telephone book.

It's possible someone else was
there when Nancy arrived.

It's also possible that Nancy Landon
is a disturbed woman.

She made the outrageous claim
that Steve was Frank's son.

Yes.

Which reminds me, did your
sources get any more information...

about her military service?

I'm waiting to hear.
Where are you going?

To pay a call at City Hall.

Those allegations are very grave.

But I assure you there's
absolutely no truth to them.

How can you be sure Councilman
Axelrod without an investigation?

Because we have a department
that monitors construction.

I'm sure you do.

But I Ben Olston contributes
to your reelection campaign.

I believe he did, but...

to the legal limit.
It's a matter of public record.

And Mr. Olston did a lot
of business with the city.

Business that if you don't control,
you at least influence.

All the contracts are
scrupulously bid.

And the work is done for the best
price and quality.

Yes, but according to the
report that the architect made,

the quality of the work
was in serious question.

I assure you I am not aware
of any such report.

Miss. Bickford, are you aware of
any reports coming in from...

Steve Landon.
The architect who was arrested.

No, no report from him
ever came to this office.

I'm afraid you've been
seriously misinformed.

Perhaps I have.

But I know that a copy of
that report is missing...

from the scene
of Mr. Olston's murder.

Thank you so much for your time.

Get in touch with the police
officer in charge...

and find out what is going on!

Yes, sir.

Yes, Clint, I realize this is
very short notice.

But I've spoken to the airline,

and I can get a flight to be
in Seattle for dinner.

It has been too long.

Could you meet my plane?

Wonderful.

Bonnie is going to be very
disappointed she missed you.

Grandchildren, you know.

When you think your kids are
safely out on their own,

along comes the next generation
and you become a second-hand parent.

It's wonderful.

Clint, you know, I love you
and Bonnie...

but I didn't come to
talk about grandchildren.

I figured that out, Jessica.

Tell me about Nancy Landon.

There is nothing to tell.

Frank died almost ten years ago.

There are things I need to know.

I hardly remember Nancy Landon.

I assure there's nothing you
need to know.

Clint, you were his closest friend.

Did Frank have an affair
with Nancy Landon in Korea?

Of course not.
Frank was crazy in love with you.

Please, don't try to protect
my feelings.

I want to know the truth.

Nancy has a son, Steve.

Is Frank his father?

You want to know the truth?

It was in those letters we wrote
home when we couldn't sleep.

Trying to reach out to wives
or sweethearts at home.

But there was another truth,
one that no one wrote about.

About being scared.
About being desperately lonely...

not knowing if you'd be
alive next week.

So you learned to survive,
to hang in there.

To blot out fear and emptiness.

Things happened.

Some guys took comfort
where they could find it.

It didn't mean they loved
their wives any less.

You just needed to prove
you were still alive.

But it was not the sort of thing
that you told your wife about.

Well.

I understand.

Maybe not perfectly,
but I understand.

It wasn't easy being left behind.

You're the only person
who can tell me the truth.

Is Steve Frank's son?

Frank was the best friend I ever
had, but I was not his confessor.

I got hit and I was in
hospital for a couple of months.

He knew Nancy, we all did.

But what happened between them
was none of my business.

And Frank was not the type to
talk about something like this.

I have to know the truth.

The truth is...

he loved you, Jessica.
That's all I know.

Jessica, I pulled some strings...

and got copies of Nancy Landon's
military records.

- And?
- It still doesn't prove a thing,

but she was given
compassionate leave...

in April 1952 because
she was pregnant and unmarried.

I see.

There is no indication that
it was Frank's child.

Well.

Thank you for telling me, Andrew.

It's ironic, isn't it?

You and Mr. Dixon get me out on bail
and the same day they arrest my mother.

I know, the situation seems
to go from bad to worse.

I feel it's all my fault.

If I hadn't made such a big
deal out of Olston's fraud,

none of this would have happened.

But if you were convinced of it
you couldn't ignore it.

No, I'm not built that way...

Some things are worth fighting
for, or against.

Steve, you said that you gave your
report to Councilman Axelrod.

Did you do it personally?

I never got to see him,
I gave it to his assistant.

- Dawn Bickford.
- I see.

She seemed to have a very
friendly relationship with Ben Olston.

In fact, Mr. Olston told me that
she was the one...

who accepted his
political contributions.

There you are making progress.

Wait a minute, Steve.

We still don't know what this
has to do with his murder.

Will you help my mother, please?
We have no one else to turn to.

I'll do what I can.

you're a terrific lady.

Thank you.

Let me get this straight.

Are you suggesting that Ben Olston...

or somebody working for him
set off the explosives...

to cover a taxpayer rip-off
that could involve the City Council?

It's a distinct possibility.

Mrs. Fletcher, listen,

I just passed my Captain exams
I'm fifth on the promotion list.

I don't doubt that
you are young and ambitious.

I'm already getting enough heat
from Councilman Axelrod's office.

And from Dawn Bickford?

How did you know about that?

She was here with Ben Olston
the morning after the explosion.

Steve Landon told me he gave her...

his report in the
Councilman's office.

Has it occurred to you that she may
have been involved with Mr. Olston...

in more than just
government contracts?

When I get heat,
I wander where the fire is...

and who's shoveling the coal.

I made some inquiries about her.
They were an item.

That adds a whole new dimension
to things.

Lieutenant, if you were the one
to expose corruption in City Hall...

you'd be the first in line
for captain.

I already thought about that.

But what about the murder?

If Nancy Landon's fingerprints are
the only ones on the murder weapon,

it means it was wiped clean
before it was planted in her car.

But Mrs. Landon admits
she was there.

Without an appointment.

Yet there was an appointment
slip left on top of the desk...

more or less telling the police
that she'd been there.

What are you driving at?

Perhaps someone else was there
when Mrs. Landon arrived.

Mrs. Landon said
Mr. Olston got a call...

- from his wife while she was there.
- Where was Mrs. Olston?

Visiting her mother.
Her car broke down on the way back.

The motor club records and
the taxi driver back her up.

She and the taxi driver
found the body around midnight.

Lieutenant, when I went to see
Mr. Olston, there was a man with him.

I felt I had walked in on
some sort of payoff.

Olston said he'd get the rest later.

You think it was the guy
who set the explosives?

It's possible.

Mrs. Fletcher,
if I showed you a mug book...

could you pick him out?

I could try.

If what Landon says
in this report is true,

somebody's should be prosecuted.

I assure you Councilman. Axelrod,
I had nothing to do with this.

Before you say anything more,

you should know
we picked up Roy Temple.

- Who?
- Roy Temple.

Rap sheet as long as your arm.
Specialized in explosives.

He got real nervous when
we started talking about "murder".

He implicated you, Miss Bickford.
Along with Ben Olston.

Temple swears you two hired him
to blow up the construction site.

That's not true.

Ben might have done, but
I had nothing to do with it.

Olston's wife was out
the night he was murdered.

- You were with him, weren't you?
- No, I wasn't there.

I was supposed to be there...

but I was stuck here working...

I phoned Ben to say
I couldn't make it.

- What time was that?
- About eight o'clock.

He mentioned
Mrs. Landon was there,

so I wasn't there when
they shot him.

Lieutenant, can we talk in private?

Mrs. Olston,

Mrs. Fletcher has a theory
about how your husband was killed.

Theory?
You mean why Mrs. Landon shot him?

- Would you like a drink?
- No, thank you.

My theory is that Mrs. Landon
didn't kill your husband.

But the murder weapon
was found in her station wagon.

I was probably planted there
by the murderer.

Mrs. Olston, did you know
your husband was having an affair?

No.
I suspected it.

I've been spending more time
with my mother lately.

She doesn't feel well...

and Ben's been working late.

We think that the woman he was
seeing was there that night.

- Here, while I was away?
- Yes.

We suspect some kind of
lovers' quarrel which...

ended up in your husband's death.

- Do you know who the woman was?
- I have no idea.

Perhaps I do,

there was a strange
message on the answering machine.

What kind of message and from who?

Someone called Dawn,
I think she works for the city.

About meeting Ben that night.

We found no message on
the answering machine.

I thought it was business
and probably erased it.

Mrs. Olston, there was no message
on the answering machine.

I think you were listening on another
phone when Dawn Bickford called.

- No.
- You knew he was with another woman.

You told him you'd be away and
came back early to catch him with her.

Unless I'm mistaken, you were
hiding upstairs when...

Nancy arrived and Dawn telephoned.

No!
I was miles from here!

My car broke down.
Ask the taxi driver.

That was all later,
after the murder.

You made another mistake.
You said the murder weapon...

was found in Nancy Landon's
station wagon.

- We found the weapon in the house.
- Where she brought it.

After she found it
in her car.

Only the person who put it there
would mention the car.

No, you're trying to confuse me.

How did you know Nancy Landon
owned a station wagon?

I suspect because you saw it
through an upstairs window...

before you came down
and confronted your husband.

With Ben there was always some woman.

I just had enough.

It was my family's money
that set him up in business.

I came back early
to catch them together.

What I didn't expect was
Mrs. Landon showing up.

Instead of Dawn Bickford
there was Mrs. Landon at the door.

The phone rang.

It was Dawn Bickford.

She couldn't come that night.

That was enough for me.

I wasn't going to take it anymore.

I'd had enough.

So when Mrs. Landon left,
I went downstairs and confronted him.

He didn't even deny it.

Then he hit me.

Then the gun was in my hand.

It all seemed so easy.

Nancy was my way out.

I typed out the appointment slip for
the police to know she'd been there.

Then I just drove over and
left the gun in her car.

What about the report that she left?

I burned it.
It was my company now.

I had plenty of time to
drive out of town...

pretend the car broke down,

come back with the taxi driver
and find Ben's body.

I'm glad it's over.

I couldn't let you go back
to Maine without thanking you.

It's not necessary.

I'm glad things turned out
the way they did.

Frank promised to help and...

he isn't here anymore,
so I did what I could.

I suppose we ought to
talk about Frank.

Jessica,

I feel terribly guilty.

Whatever happened,
it was a long time ago.

No, I feel guilty
about lying to you.

I was so desperate
to help Steven,

I would have done anything.

I lied to you about Frank.

We were never lovers.

I suppose I should
tell you the truth.

And this is the truth, Jessica.

I was very much in love
with a young flyer...

in Frank's squadron.

His name was Steven, he was married.

One day he was shot down and killed.

I was pregnant.

But Frank... the letter...

Frank knew about Steven and me.
He was a good friend, that is all.

A friend I needed
very badly.

He helped me through the grief.

Frank was a wonderful man.

He even kept in touch after
little Steven was born.

Thanks for telling the truth, Nancy.

I think in my heart of hearts
I've always trusted Frank.

You are a lucky woman, Jessica.
Frank loved you very much.

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