All language subtitles for MSW s04e14 Curse of the Daanav.eng

I must congratulate your wife.
Not every woman can wear that jewel and remain untouched by its curse.

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

It must be pretty tough
being replaced as Daddy's little princess.

- Somebody help me, please!
- How could this happen?

I suspect the police will
want to know the same thing.

- You're sure there was no one
else in the room when you broke in? - No one human.

This is my ruby-
curse or no curse.

[Screams]

Oh, my God.

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

[Screams]

Get up! Get up!

[Screams]

[Man]
Okay. Now you can open your eyes.

[Gasps]
Richard!

Surprised?
It's beautiful.

[Chuckles]
Not half as beautiful as the woman wearing it.

- But it'll catch
an eye or two at the party. - You want me to wear it tonight?

Of course.
Oh, Richard.

All your friends will take one look at it
and think I married you for your money. Besides,

this puts the gift
I'm giving you to shame. Nonsense.

I mean, it's all very exciting,
being swept off my feet and honeymooning all over Europe,

but, darling,
I married you for you, not for parties and jewels.

Those things are-
Well, they're a bit overwhelming.

Poor Alice.

You'll get used to it.

As Mrs. Richard Hazlitt,
you'll have to.

- And you do want to
do me proud, don't ya? - Of course I do.

Then wear that ruby.

[Knocks]
Yes?

Well, where did you two
have breakfast? Tiffany's?

Isn't it lovely?
Your father bought it as a surprise.

Really? Well, considering
everything else he's bought, it doesn't surprise me at all.

But then, he's always been
very generous.

- Haven't you, Daddy?
- To a fault, in some cases.

Oh, come now, Daddy.
What's the point ofhaving money if you don't spend it?

Besides, all I want's
a measly thou.

You can call it an advance
on my inheritance.

[Sighs]
Carolyn, honey,

these advances are becoming
an all-out major assault.

I don't print the stuff,
and I don't grow it out back.

I work hard for my money.
"I work hard for my money."

- I know.
- Then you should start spending it accordingly.

Carolyn,

you have to learn you can't
buy everything you want.

Why not?

You have.

That's a chip off the old block.

Hey, Sis. What's the rush?
Afraid some trendy new fashion will start without you?

Funny, Mark.
I really need your caustic wit.

Uh-oh. Trouble at the bank?

Nothing getting rid of
the new assistant manager wouldn't solve.

Yeah, well, Alice doesn't exactly
top my Christmas list either.

Aw, it must be pretty tough
being replaced as Daddy's little princess.

Not as tough as being replaced
by the new heir apparent.

- What are you talking about?
- Oh, come on.

Daddy's old, not dead.
If he and Alice have a son,

who do you think she'll see
inherits the business, hmm?

Never happen.
Oh, no?

And how do you propose
to stop it?

[Jessica]
Seth Hazlitt, you are a monument to mulishness.

You can say what you like, woman-
you usually do-

but I'm not going, and that's that.

Oh, but it's so close.
It's in Maryland.

I have not spoken to my brother
in over 30 years. I see no reason to start now.

Besides, we have to
get back to Cabot Cove.

You've got to see that real estate
agent about your vacant lot...

before he runs off to
that family reunion of his up in Moscow, Idaho.

Yes, but there's
plenty of time for that.

Now, look, we came here
to confer with our congressman.

We've done that.
I'd like to get the next plane home. You understand?

Even when your brother
holds out an olive branch?

Being invited to some polo match
doesn't mean that Richard wants to square things.

But why else would he
send you an invitation?

Honestly, Seth,
he's your only family.

Now, whatever's gone on
between you,

doesn't he at least deserve
the chance to set things straight?

All right.

All right. I'll go.

On one condition.
That you go with me.

Oh, no.
This was your idea.

If you don't go, I don't go.

Simple as that.
Oh, all right.

[Cheering, Applause]

[Man]
Yeah! Yeah. Come on!

Beautiful, Mark!
Yes!

Watch what you're doin'!
Don't let him in there!

You idiot.

[Whinnies]

That was so close, Mark.

That was a pretty stupid move.
That's the third match in a row you've lost, Son.

- Why the hell don't you get off my back, Dad?
- Why the hell don't you learn to play the game?

And there's someone
who could teach you.

Vikram! Vikram Singh!

Great match!

Oh, dear. I think we've missed
the entire match.

Well, so much for
that driver's shortcuts.

Well, look on the bright side.

Maybe the maid I spoke to
forgot to tell him we were coming anyway.

Excuse me. Dr. Hazlitt?

Carolyn?

Well, of course.
How nice to meet you at last.

It's Alice. Alice Hazlitt.
Richard's wife.

And I'm delighted
you were able to come. This is my father, Bert Davies.

- Oh, happy to meet you, Doc.
- How do you do, sir?

This must be the missus.

No.
No, no. I'm Jessica Fletcher.

A friend of mine from Down East.

Seth?

Richard.

Congratulations.
You have a... lovely wife.

How did you know I'd remarried?

Your invitation made it fairly obvious.

My invitation?

You did send me
an invitation to be here?

Actually, I'm the one who sent it.

- You?
- Well, when I learned that you two had been on the outs for years,

I thought it might give you
a chance to try and patch things up.

That's my Alice.
Always trying to mend fences.

Well, heaven knows, we can
all stand a few more of those.

Now, I insist that
you come to the party. You and Mrs. Fletcher can stay over.

- No. That's impossible.
- I'll have your luggage sent from the hotel.

- There's plenty of room. Right, Richard?
- Of course. There's plenty of room.

Good. Now, see, that wasn't so hard.
And we'd adore having you, wouldn't we, darling?

Apparently so.

##[LightJazz]

♪♪ [Continues]

[Man Laughing]

- Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, did you-
- No. That's all right.

Plenty more
where they came from.

[Chuckles]
Oh, Mr. Davies. I'm sure you know Mr. Singh.

- Indeed I do.
- A pleasure to see you again.

Likewise, I'm sure.
Him being with the Indian embassy,

I was telling him how much
I enjoyed that picture, Gunga Din.

Oh, Uncle Seth.
Having fun at Daddy's little soiree?

Don't be absurd, Carolyn.
No one has fun.

One simply survives
from one drink to the next.

I was just saying to Mr. Singh,
I was so sorry that we missed the whole polo match.

Believe me, Mrs. Fletcher,
you didn't miss a thing.

Oh, I disagree.
Before your fall, you'd managed to score three goals.

A most impressive accomplishment.
Cigarette?

Oh, don't mind if I do.
Ah. Turkish, huh? Thanks.

Why not? God knows
I've smoked everything else.

These are quite strong, really.

[Coughs]

Mark, you think you'll ever find
the strength to give those up?

Look at Alice. She stopped
the day we got married.

Just like that.
Well, not quite just like that.

The Eye of the Daanav.

Mr. Hazlitt, I must
congratulate your wife.

Not every woman can wear
thatjewel and remain untouched by its curse.

- Curse?
- That ruby is the all-seeing eye...

of a powerful Indian demon
we call the Daanav.

A golden-hooded cobra who commands
everything that is dark and evil in this world.

Angered by its theft
more than a century ago,

the Daanav laid
a curse upon the stone...

to rob the breath oflife itself...

from one who's heart
is less than pure,

killing them most horribly.

[Scoffs]
Ah, you don't believe that rot, do you?

[Chuckles]
Well, I imagine we all find beliefs that we don't share a little baffling.

Yes. Well, this one has
scare tactic written all over it.

Seems you're wearing
a national treasure, my dear. Or damn near to it.

Mr. Singh's already offered me
twice what I paid for it.

Considering the delicate
nature of this matter,

I think my government would prefer it
if our discussions remained private.

Well, you tell them from me
there aren't gonna be any more discussions.

This is my ruby.

I intend to keep it-
curse or no curse.

Alice.

So many people to meet.
And I've yet to give you your gift.

You wait in the study,
and I'll go and get it for you. Excuse us.

##[Jazz]

##[Continues]

[Engine Running]

[Coughing]

[Coughing Continues]

[Coughing Continues]

Help! Can anybody hear me?
I can't get out!

Somebody help me, please!

♪♪ [Continues]

[Chattering]

[Man Laughing]

[Woman Laughing]
[Man Laughing]

Well, anyways, I think I'd lost it
when I remember I left it out in the car this afternoon.

[Chuckles]
That's funny. This door's never locked.

Something wrong?
My keys. I must have left 'em upstairs.

What's this?

Oh. What do you know?
[Engine Running]

Listen. What's that?
Like one of the cars was left running.

[Coughing]

Dear God. Alice!

Alice! Alice!

Oh, my God! What is it? Alice!

Well, it's a lovely party, Richard,
but where's our hostess?

That's a good question.

She disappeared about 15 minutes ago
to get that surprise present for me. Haven't seen her since.

[Woman Screams]
Somebody, quick, call an ambulance!

Alice?
What happened?

Carbon monoxide.
The garage is full of it! [Coughs]

Richard, call the paramedics.
We'll get her into the study.

God's truth, Mrs. Fletcher,

if I hadn't nipped out
to get my pipe, she'd be a goner.

As it is-
Well, believe me, Mr. Davies,

Alice couldn't be in better hands.

Excuse me.
The paramedics are on their way.

It's all right, Richard.

She's coming around.

My God.

How could this happen?
I suspect the police will want to know the same thing.

- The police?
What do we need with them? - My daughter was nearly murdered.

- What?
- Well, apparently they found her locked in the garage,

and she couldn't get out.
That's ridiculous.

- Must have been
some sort of accident. - Accident?

I sure as hell intend
to find out who caused it.

Now, do you call them or do I?

Are you sure that you shouldn't
go to the hospital? No, really, I'll be fine.

At least for now.

Alice, what happened out there?

I wish I knew.

[Car Doors Close]
[Engine Starts]

Oh, excuse me.
Lieutenant Ames? Oh, that's right.

You a member of the family?
Uh, well, I'm Jessica Fletcher.

I'm a friend of a member
of the family. A very concerned friend.

Well, and the way things look,
you should be. Oh?

Well, working the, uh,
Washington burbs, you see a lot of this sort of thing,

and believe me, Mrs. Hazlitt
would not be the first to crack under the pressure of life at the top.

Are you suggesting that
this is a suicide attempt?

But she was only gone
from the party for 15 minutes. So?

Well, uh, I'm not exactly
an expert, but, uh,

I've certainly never heard of
a would-be suicide...

turning on an engine
and then going off to a party to wait for the garage to fill up with gas.

Which must be what happened here
because it had to have taken longer than 15 minutes.

Who did you say you are?
Jessica Fletcher.

- I was out from Washington
for the day with- - You're from Washington?

Well, no.
Actually, I was there for a meeting with Congressman Hale.

Everett Hale?
The head of the House Committee on, uh, Secret Intelligence?

Well, yes, but frankly,
I fail to see what that has got to do with this.

Oh, sure. I get it.
[Chuckles]

Uh, pardon me, Lieutenant.
Uh, you-you get what?

Ma'am, I understand.
It's strictly, uh "need to know," right?

Well, you need to know
the bottom line before you go ruling out suicide.

Uh, yeah. Excuse me, Lieutenant.
Uh, you've lost me.

What are you talking about?

This. The bottom line.

I found it locked in the ignition.

"A" is for Alice.

Yes, of course it's mine, Lieutenant.
But I've no idea how it got locked in the car.

I always keep it on a hook
near the back door. Anyone could have taken it.

I see. Now, you said
the electric door wouldn't work. You checked the plug?

Well, no. I pushed
the button a few times,

and when I saw it wasn't working,
I ran back to try and get out the side door.

Yeah? Well, isn't that funny?

The electric door-
When I tried it, it worked fine.

Could be that you got
a little bit confused.

After all, inhaling
that much carbon monoxide...

bound to cause a certain amount
of disorientation.

The paramedics said it could have
caused far worse than that- if you hadn't been there.

Well, that must be it, Lieutenant.

Alice probably got confused
by the fumes and locked the side door herself.

Even so, that still wouldn't explain
who started the car.

[Bert]
She's right.

If I hadn't have missed my pipe,
Alice would have been dead.

If I ever get my hands
on the joker who pulled that, their kidding days are over.

You saying
that this was an accident?

There's no other
possible explanation.

Well, in that case, I'll be going.

You've, uh, got my card.

If there are any more accidents,
feel free to call.

You need my help on this,
you got it. O.T.R. Or not.

Uh, what?
O.T.R. "On the record"...or not.

There you go, love.

Now you sit tight whilst I get
an aspirin and a glass of water. I won't be a tick.

Here. Let me give you
a hand with that. Thanks.

I keep going over and over it
in my mind. [Bottles Rattling]

But I know I didn't
lock that door myself. I know it.

Alice, did anyone else
know where you had hidden Richard's present?

[Water Running]
Well,

Carolyn was the one who suggested
the garage when I asked her for a safe place to put it.

Well, Mark knew as well.

Do you remember?
He drove up just as we was hiding it.

Well, that's right.
But surely you don't think-

I mean, I know they've had
some trouble accepting me, but honestly,

I'd sooner believe it was
the Daanav's curse than think that one of them was involved.

I got rid of everyone
as soon as I could.

Poor darling.
Is there anything I can do?

Well, perhaps if you could
put this in the safe.

L-It's not that I'm worried
about the curse or anything.

It's just that, well,
it would be more secure locked away, wouldn't it?

[Richard]
Well, what happened to Alice had to be an accident.

It's just luck she wasn't killed.
Luck...

and your brother.

Well, Seth was pretty impressive.

I didn't realize he had it in him
to be so cool under pressure.

Well, not having spoken in so long,

I imagine there are
a number of impressive things about Seth that you don't know.

[Man Clears Throat]

Perhaps I overstay my welcome,

but I wished to express
my personal condolences for your wife's unfortunate mishap.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Mr. Hazlitt,
but for the grace of a God we cannot hope to understand,

your wife could
very well be dead.

Now will you trust that
the curse of the ruby is true? Listen. You son of a-

I told you once.
I don't believe in all that garbage.

And now I'm telling you again.

This ruby is not for sale.

Not now or ever.

You understand?

If I find out that you
pulled that stunt in the garage to try to change my mind,

I swear to God...

I'll kill you.

[Door Closes]

[Man Clears Throat]

[Exhales Deeply]
Seth.

You scared me to death.

I don't know about you,
but I sure could use a drink.

Join me?
Why not?

[Sighs, Chuckles]

Scotch,
rocks with a twist, right?

Right.

Remember that time...

when we got bombed on some of
Dad's best Irish whiskey...

and tried to join the marines?

The recruiting officer
took one look at our faces,

said, " All right, boys.
Come back when you're sober...

and when you're
at least 17."

[Laughs]

Yes, sir. The two of us going off
to save the world together.

Together.

What the hell happened?

Molly happened.

Seemed like about
a million years ago.

You and me and Molly.

We wanted to tell you, Seth.

We just didn't know how.

So, figurin' actions speak
louder than words, you eloped.

We hated running off like that.

But when we got back,
you'd already left for Portland.

I guess I could have
tried harder to reach you.

But with my business taking off
and the kids coming along...

and Molly gettin' sick like that...

and goin' so fast,

I just never found the words...

to say I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Oh, Richard, I'm the one
that should apologize.

If I hadn't been too blind
to see how Molly felt,

the two of you wouldn't have
had to run away in the first place.

By the time I did realize it,
I suppose I did a little running on my own.

Even after I'd married Ruth,
I still couldn't bring myself to make the first move.

And now Ruth's gone too.

And here we sit.

Two of the biggest fools
that ever drew breath.

What do you say
we stop wasting it?

To us.

You said it,

Brother.

Richard?

Richard?

Richard.
Richard, are you in there?

Richard.
Richard, it's Alice.

Are you in there?

Richard.

Richard.

Richard.

Do you mind?
Some of us are trying to sleep.

- Alice, is something wrong?
- It's Richard. I think he must be hurt or something.

What?
What's going on?

You people know what time it is?

It's Daddy.
Something's wrong.

Richard? Well, I left him there
not half an hour ago.

I woke up a few minutes ago
and saw he hadn't come to bed.

I came down to look for him,
thinking he might have nodded off in his chair or something.

- When I tried the study,
the door's locked, and no one answers. - Don't you have a key?

That's just it. There is no key. The lock's
one of those old-fashioned hinge types that can only be latched from the inside.

Richard.

Richard! Open up!

Here, I'll do it. Stand back.

[Woman Gasps]

Richard!

He's dead.

Oh, my God.

The ruby. It's gone.

Sorry, sir.

Seth.

Lfinally patched things up
with Richard in there, just a little while ago.

Oh, Seth, I had no idea.

Years of petty grievances
fallen away.

We were brothers again.

I need some fresh air.

Well, what about some
sort of secret door or panel?

Trust me, Lieutenant.
The only way in or out of that room...

is through the door or windows,
all of which were locked from inside.

- You're sure there was no one
else in the room when you broke in? - No one human.

The ruby was supposed to be cursed-

at least according to Vikram Singh.

What was that name?
[Jessica] Vikram Singh.

He's the cultural attaché
at his country's embassy in Washington.

Check on this Singh. See if he was involved
in those Muslim protest demonstrations a couple of weeks ago.

Uh, forgive me, Lieutenant,
but Mr. Singh mentioned that he had attended the festival of Divali last year,

which, if I remember correctly,
would make him a Hindu, not a Muslim.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.
We'rejust about to wrap it up.

- Fine. Thanks.
- [Bert] Why don't you wrap it up, Lieutenant?

Let my daughter get some rest.

- If you had done a proper job in the first place,
maybe this wouldn't have happened. - Look, Mr. Davies-

It is rather late, and perhaps
we could continue this tomorrow.

Oh, right. Good point.

Let's call it a night, folks.

Mrs. Fletcher,
just between the two of us, which one are you with?

I beg your pardon?

Well, I first suspected
after our talk in the garage,

but that bit about
Muslims and Hindus- dead giveaway.

So which is it?
F.B.I. C.I.A. N.S.C.

Lieutenant Ames, I don't know
who or what you think I am,

but I assure you,
I'm simply a mystery writer from Cabot Cove, Maine.

- Cabot Cove. Nice touch.
Has a real ring of truth about it. - Well, possibly because it is the truth.

- Oh, right.
- Honestly!

Oh, I get it. When you want me
to know, you'll tell me. I can deal with that.

Morning, Mrs. Fletcher.
Oh, good morning, Lieutenant.

Uncover anything yet?

Lieutenant, I told you last night.
I am not a government agent. I'm a writer.

You bet. So what have you got?
Well, unfortunately, nothing.

From what I can tell,
the windows haven't been tampered with,

and there are no footprints,
except our own, of course.

It looks as if whoever
was the murderer wants us to believe in that curse.

Oh, I get it.
Disinformation tactics.

I don't care if he's arguing a case
before the Supreme Court.

I want a copy of my father's will
delivered today, understand?

Or he can kiss our fat
retainer's fee good-bye. [Phone Slams]

Lawyers.
Can't live with them, can't die without them.

So it seems.
In a pretty big rush to see the will, aren't you?

Considering your father's
hardly cold.

[Door Opens]
Lieutenant, my father was never anything but cold.

And selfish and vindictive and-

That's a lie!

You're hardly in a position
to judge, Uncle Seth,

considering you hated him so much
you didn't speak to him for 30 years-

until yesterday.

- Is that true?
- It is.

- Mind telling me all about it?
- I sure as hell do.

Seth, may I come in?

Suit yourself. If you're planning
to leave with me, though, you'd better get packed.

Leaving?

There's no law that
compels me to stay here and be accused by innuendos.

If they think I killed
my brother Richard, they should arrest me.

Don't tempt me. Fact is, we're running
a check on some prints we found on some whiskey glasses last night.

Oh?

Perhaps I can help you.

One of those sets of prints is mine.

Richard and I stayed up last night,
talking over a drink.

Talking? Two guys
who hadn't spoken since Ike was in office?

What were you,
making up for lost time?

Yes. Yes, you might say that.

More important,
can anybody else say that?

If you're asking whether
I have a witness or not, the answer is no.

Seth, what time
did you and Richard talk?

Oh, I don't know.
Must have been for a couple hours.

Probably between 10:00
and midnight.

Seeing the coroner
estimated the time of death between 12:00 and 12:30,

that makes you
the last person to see him alive.

- Except the murderer.
- You expect me to buy this phony reconciliation story?

Lieutenant, believe me,
you have it on the highest authority.

Highest authority?

Does that mean, uh-

What is-
You telling me-

In other words, uh-

Excuse us a moment.

Are you telling me
Dr. Hazlitt is one of us?

Lieutenant, I told you.
There is no "us."

Sure. You bet.

So, where do we go from here?

Houdini himself couldn't have
gotten out of those windows.

Well, unless I'm very much mistaken,
Richard's killer didn't either.

Here. Look at this.

Feels a little like tar.
Mm-hmm.

I think that it is tar-
of a sort.

I also think I know exactly...

how the locked room
was accomplished. You do?

Whoever killed Richard
lit a cigarette...

and placed it here,

in the latch,

then closed the door very quietly.

When the cigarette burned,
leaving the tar residue that you felt,

it simply allowed the latch
to fall into place.

You feds really know your stuff.
[Chuckles]

But who'd have gone through
all this trouble for that ruby?

It was certainly no secret,
Lieutenant.

The Eye of the Daanav
had been presumed lost forever.

But when we suddenly learned
it had been bought by Mr. Hazlitt...

through a British collector
two weeks ago,

I was immediately ordered
to try to purchase it on behalf of the Indian people.

The stone must mean
a great deal to your country...

for you to have offered Richard
twice what he paid for it.

When it comes to
the Eye of the Daanav, Mrs. Fletcher,

no price is considered too high.

- Including murder?
- Are you suggesting I killed Mr. Hazlitt?

You make as good
a suspect as any.

On the contrary, Lieutenant.
I tried to save his life...

by offering to buy the ruby
and rid him of the very curse that killed him.

Richard wasn't killed
by that curse, Mr. Singh,

but by someone all too human.

If that is your belief, uh,

I see no point in further questions.

This could have
international ramifications. I say we'd better alert Interpol.

Or have you already
taken care of that?

I'd advise you
not to plan any sudden vacations, Mr. Singh.

Only a man with
something to hide runs away.

[Jessica]
Excuse me, Mr. Singh.

Aren't you going to
put on your other glove?

Just a minute.
Let me see that glove.

[Ames]
But I don't get it. We caught him red-handed.

Well, that is precisely
what is bothering me, among other things.

What other things?
Look, Singh tried to murder Mrs. Hazlitt to get the ruby.

And when that didn't work out,
he came back after, uh, the doc and his brother had their talk,

killed Richard Hazlitt,
stole the ruby...

and then rigged it
to look like the curse.

Sounds logical to me.
Yes, but don't you see?

If the attack on Alice was
related to Richard's murder,

I mean, it's extremely unlikely
that Mr. Singh is the killer.

- How come?
- Because whoever started that car in the garage...

had to have known that Alice
would be there to get Richard's present.

Something that Mr. Singh
had no way ofknowing.

What about finding
the ruby in Singh's glove?

Well, frankly, I doubt that
an intelligent man like Mr. Singh...

would have deliberately
hidden the ruby in the glove...

and then put it on in front of us.

No. I suspect that
Mr. Singh's only crime...

was indulging a moment of weakness
when he found the ruby...

and then tried to slip out with it.

Then you're suggesting
the real killer planted the ruby on Singh to frame him.

- Well, if Singh didn't
murder Richard, who did? - [Door Opens]

- [Woman]
Carolyn Hazlitt. - Hmm?

She's here. You told me
to tell you when she arrived, Lieutenant.

- Yeah. Send her in.
- Yes, sir.

- Uncle Seth.
- Carolyn.

- What's going on?
Why have I been summoned here? - Wouldn't know.

It's about money, Miss Hazlitt.
Uh-huh.

32,000 that we know of.

And it could be more.
I'm sorry. I don't-

When the murder hit the papers,
so did your face.

Earlier on we got a call
from a Mr., uh, Fred Jenner...

from the Delmarva
Collection Agency.

Is shopping you vocation,
Miss Hazlitt, or just a hobby?

- I like nice things,
and I can afford them. - Well, you can now.

If you've got somethin'
to say, Lieutenant, perhaps you ought to spit it out.

Mr. Jenner has been trying
to collect from you for several months, without much success.

A couple of weeks ago
he called your, uh, late father, who told him, quote,

"Carolyn's debts are
Carolyn's problem," unquote.

If you think I killed my father
for an inheritance, you're crazy.

32,000?

Why, I could borrow twice that
on my jewelry alone.

Oh, no, Lieutenant.
If you're looking for a motive,

my stepmother's inheritance
makes mine look like milk and cookie money.

Or didn't you know about
that outrageous insurance policy...

she made Daddy take out
during their honeymoon?

Dear Alice will get millions.

[Jessica]
Mark, do you know where I could find Alice?

[Mark] She's probably estimating
what she can get out of the paintings. Try the living room.

[Jessica]
Ah. There you are.

Lieutenant Ames asked me
to tell you that he'll be returning here at 3:00.

Oh? But I heard
he'd arrested Mr. Singh.

Well, apparently there have been
some complications.

Good. I never really believed
Mr. Singh did it. He seemed so... civil.

But Dad said finding
the ruby in his glove proved he was guilty.

Do you think I should serve tea?

Oh, I hardly think that's necessary.

Then I'll just go and freshen up.
Excuse me.

[Door Closes]

Lab report. The tobacco
in the cigarette used to trigger that door latch was Turkish.

You're not surprised?

I would be surprised
if it wasn't Turkish.

You already heard.
Well, your sources are quicker than mine.

Well, it's- it's another
obvious finger of suspicion pointed at Mr. Singh.

I mean, someone could easily have
filched a cigarette unobserved from the box that he left on the table.

Lieutenant Ames,
I understand you wanted to see me.

Will this take long?
Well, that depends on you, Mrs. Hazlitt.

I've been in touch with
your husband's insurance company. Now, hold one bleeding minute!

Are you saying that my daughter
had something to do with her own husband's murder?

I'm afraid that's why
we asked you to be here, Bert.

But, Mrs. Fletcher,
it's not true.

Of course it's not.

Don't you remember?
She was nearly killed herself.

What better way to avoid suspicion
than to pretend to be nearly a victim yourself.

Pretend?
Yes. My guess is...

that you started that car yourself,

waited by the door
until you heard someone coming,

and then you quickly locked the door
and then pretended to be unconscious when they came in.

That's insane.
Come off it!

You were there.
You saw how ill she was.

Then why did she refuse
to go to the hospital,

unless she had plans that meant
she had to be home?

A beautiful girl of modest means
marries a wealthy, older man.

You better believe she has plans.
Plans to murder him the first chance she gets.

Singh bringing up that curse
was just the diversion you were looking for.

- No, it's not true- any of it!
Dad, please, make them believe me. - [Ames] It's no use, Mr. Davies.

When Mrs. Fletcher found
the cigarette used to rig that lock, that was the cincher.

You claim to have given up smoking,
but I happen to know that you have a pack of cigarettes stashed in the living room.

I never made that claim.
It's what Richard wanted to believe. I did try to give it up.

You're balmy!

She smokes English cigarettes,
not Turkish.

And just how did you know
the cigarette we found was Turkish, Bert?

Lieutenant Ames
just received the lab report only an hour ago.

Well, he- he just said it.

No. I didn't.
Dad?

Now, don't you listen to 'em, love.

They're lying.
[Jessica] I'm afraid not.

You see, after Alice's accident,
I couldn't help thinking how fortuitous it was...

that you and Mark had just happened
to come along in time to save her.

But I told you.
I went out to get me pipe.

That's what you said,
but I'm afraid it isn't true.

You see, when you joined Seth,
I was having a conversation with Mr. Singh.

You were carrying your pipe,
which you put in your pocket, in order to shake hands.

Are you saying that I deliberately
tried to kill my own daughter?

No, Bert.
You never intended to kill her.

You only wanted to raise
the specter of the curse...

so that when Richard was found dead
and the ruby missing,

we'd naturally suspect Mr. Singh.

But you found that ruby
on Mr. Singh yourself.

Planted there by your father.

How else could he have told you
that it was found in Mr. Singh's glove?

Only five people knew that.
The lieutenant, Seth, me and Mr. Singh.

And the person who put it there.

It was you, Dad?

You left the engine running?

You locked me in the garage
with the carbon monoxide?

You nearly killed me.

No, no. No, love.

D-Don't you see?

I had it planned,
down to the second.

I had the key in me pocket.
If Mark hadn't have found his, I would have blown it there and then.

I would have opened the door
and got you out. I swear it.

Well, it was his fault.

I saw the kind of man Richard was.

Cold, possessive.

King of the bloody world.

And now he owned you.

And he could show you off
to make people think more ofhim.

What kind of a life could you have
with a man like that?

But without him,
you'd inherit.

Oh.
[Chuckles Nervously]

We could have been
so happy, you and me.

We was going first-class.

Never needin' a by-your-leave
from anybody.

Would have been grand.

Well, you do see?

You do see, don't you, love?

I was- I was thinking of you.

Come on, woman.
Time's wasting.

High-priority assignment?
No, please. I understand.

But I must say that it's been
a privilege to work with someone of your top security clearance.

Now, see here, Lieutenant.
For the last time, I am not some sort of secret government agent.

I'm simplyJessica Fletcher
from Cabot Cove, Maine.

Look.

Here is my- my Social Security card,

my library card,
my voter's registration card.

Now do you believe me?
Hey, Jess.

You'd better hurry
if you want to meet with that agent before he goes to Moscow.

Mos-

Best phony I.D. I've ever seen.

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