All language subtitles for MSW s05e06 Wearing of the Green.eng

- You slipped? You fool!
I will show you slipped! - Oh!

[Alarm Ringing]
[Woman] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

I understand you ran afoul
of the iron maidens last night. Detectives Stacey and Chadwick.

Maybe it's some kind of
publicity stunt for your book.

- You mind?
I'm interrogating a suspect here. - A suspect?

- I'm taking this to Mr. Blackthorn.
We'll see what he thinks. - I advise you not to do that.

- She's got it.
- Who? - Siobhan O'Dea.

Suppose I could get into
Siobhan O'Dea's apartment.

Nobody gets in to see that lady.
She's a hermit.

Mr. DiMarco,
there's someone at my door. [Knocking]

[Doorbell Buzzing]

[Buzzing Continues]

[Knocking]
Mr. DiMarco, there's someone at my door.

[Knocking Continues]
You've let someone come up here to my door!

[Man]
Please, Miss O'Dea. I must speak to you. It's very important.

Now he's knocking.

Mr. DiMarco, you come up here
and remove him right away!

I know you're in there.

Please, I only need
a moment of your time. [Knocking]

There's something in the paper
you must see.

Look, I'm shoving it under your door.
Won't you please take a look?

It's about the tiara.

[Man #2]
Hey, youl What are you doin'here?

I just wanna see Miss O'Dea.
How'd you get up here?

I just want to talk to her.
Well, she doesn't wanna talk to you.

Come on. Let's go, buddy,
before I call the cops.

[Gasps]
Come on, come on. Let's move itl

[Horns Honking]

[Man]
Does this look like a precious gem? Of course not.

But do not be fooled
by the dull finish.

Very shortly, this ugly duckling...

will be transformed into
a beautiful marquise diamond...

worthy to be hung
about the royalest of necks.

Note the deftness...

with which Mr. Stavros
handles the gem,

what confidence he displays...

as he places the blade
in the precut notch.

Of course, Mr. Stavros knows
that one slip of the hammer,

and this five-million-dollar gem...

could be reduced instantly
into a pile of worthless diamond dust.

But here is a man...

with ice water in his veins,

whose courage and skill
are far beyond that of ordinary men.

Go. Go. Cut the stone, Stavros.
We don't have all day.

Oh, dear!

My Godl You idiotl

l-I'm sorry, Mr. Dolby.

Sorry? You have just destroyed
millions of dollars!

- My-My hand must have slipped.
- Slipped? You fool!

Mr. Dolby. Please! Please!
I will show you slipped!

[Metal Clanging]
Oh.

[Both Laughing]

Whoo-hoo! Mrs. Fletcher,
that was quite a sight, was it not?

Well, yes.

Ohl Ohl Do not fear, dear lady.

This precious gem
was totally worthless,

fit for nothing but a good joke.

[Jessica]
Ajoke? You certainly had me fooled.

Laszlo, don't you ever get tired
of pulling that gag?

Never, my dear,
and I pray that I never do.

Uh, Jessica Fletcher,
Andrea Dean, our jewelry designer.

Andrea, Jessica Fletcher.
J.B. Fletcher.

Oh, yes, you're writing the book.
Mr. Blackthorn mentioned you.

How nice to meet you.
Thank you.

You know, when I decided
to set my next novel in a fashionable jewelry store,

I had no idea
what I was getting into.

Oh, well, I'm afraid it's not
as glamorous as it sounds.

In fact, most of the time
it's downright dull.

Well, I certainly hope not,
because my readers will forgive me anything but boredom.

[Phone Rings]

How do you like
the place so far?

Well, I'm afraid
I haven't had a chance to see too much of it.

I just got here,
and Mr. Blackthorn has been tied up in a meeting.

Uh, Mrs. Fletcher?
Mr. Blackthorn.

Oh! Excuse me.
Uh-huh.

Mrs. Fletcher,
can you forgive me? I'm still tied up.

Oh, don't give it a second thought.
Your people have been wonderful.

Well, I'm afraid lunch is out,
but I absolutely insist we have dinner this evening.

- I'd love to.
- Excellent. I'll send a car around to your hotel about 8:00.

Looking forward to it.

Now, where were we?
We were discussing the tiara.

Now, look, Mr. Blackthorn.

It's one thing to drum up some publicity
with this book Mrs. Fletcher's writing,

but it's something else
to risk the Queen ofTara.

Sir, if you put that thing
on public display downstairs, I cannot guarantee its safety.

What neither of you seem to grasp
is that we're not selling mere jewelry here.

Any fool can peddle a stone
in a gold setting...

and, I might add,
at a price we cannot match.

Blackthorn has always been,
and will always be,

a thoroughbred, not a plow horse.

Don't ever forget that,
either of you.

Excuse me, Diane.
What is it?

I've redesigned the necklace
for the five-carat marquise. I think you'll like this one.

No. It's much too simple.

But the stone is simple.
I mean, that's what we're selling here.

Elegant simplicity,
the Blackthorn hallmark.

Your design is dull.

Mr. Blackthorn
has always liked my work.

Mr. Blackthorn is much too busy
to concern himself with trivial detail.

Diane, you are not gonna
keep shutting me out.

I have Mr. Blackthorn's
complete confidence.

He has given me the authority
to run this store.

What is it with you?

Fear? Jealousy?

[Chuckling]
Oh, no.

You gotta be kidding.

You think that I'm competition.

Diane, if you want him,
you can have him.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Yeah, right.

[Blackthorn]
Yes, the shattered diamond.

That's just the sort of prank
he loves to play.

I always thought of Hungarians
as melancholy and dour,

but Laszlo Dolby
has the soul of a leprechaun.

And he's a poet.
He told me that he'd written several plays.

Back in Budapest, before he escaped
from the Russians in the mid-'50s.

I read one of'em.

Political trash.
Anti-Marxist melodrama.

After he arrived in America,
he tried to make a go of it in the theater.

Luckily, his family had raised him
in the diamond trade.

Otherwise, he'd have starved.

You know, Hudson,
it's interesting.

You've turned the conversation
to absolutely everyone except yourself.

You can't want to write about me.
[Chuckles]

That, my dearJessica,
would be dull stuff indeed.

Sixth generation of a bloodline
that grows increasingly thinner.

Oh, here I am, prattling away.

What about you?
What else do you want to know? What can I do for you?

Uh, well, l-I did ask
your security chief, Mr. Selkirk, if he'd show me the vaults.

But he was, um,
reluctant to do so...

without written authorization
from you.

Was he?
Well, what do you say we go and see them tonight?

Whenever we come after hours,
we always use this door.

[Beeping]
Each morning this code is changed to a new five-digit number.

Once the correct code is recognized,
it activates this scanner,

which reads the palm print
of a handful of key personnel.

Ohl I hope I can use that
in my novel.

I'd be crushed if you didn't.

[Beeping]

Now, there are two armed
security guards on duty...

at all times in this area
during business hours.

Anyone taking gems out of the vault
has to use these two tables...

in clear view of the guards
and these television cameras.

- I'm impressed.
- Oh, Mr. Blackthorn. I didn't know you were stoppin' by tonight, sir.

Spur of the moment, Wilson.
This is Mrs. Fletcher.

- How do you do, ma'am?
- Hello, Mr. Wilson.

- [Alarm Ringing]
- [Explosion]

[Alarm Continues]

[Siren Wailing]

[Siren Continues]

And, uh, you say
you were in the vault...

at the, uh, time
of the explosion, sir?

Yes.
What time was that?

I don't know.
Thirty minutes ago, I suppose. I didn't look at my watch.

No need to get annoyed, sir.
We're just tryin' to do our job here.

- Now, this uh, vault- Where is that?
- Downstairs.

- And your security guard
was with you at the time? - Yes.

This envelope you say the thief
left in place of the Tara-

[Blackthorn]
Some kind of a joke. $ 1,500 in cash?

The tiara was worth
over three million.

[Siren Wailing]

Everything else seems to be secure.
It looks like all they took was the tiara.

Tara.
What?

It's pronounced "Tara."

It's tiara, Bess.

Kathleen, I got it
written down right here. Tara. T-A-R-A. Tara.

It's tiara, Detective-

Stacey. Nice to meet you.

It's the Queen ofTara tiara.

The Tara tiara?
What kind of name is that? Excuse me!

Excuse- Excuse me, ma'am.

Would you mind?
This is a crime scene.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't touch anything.

We would appreciate it
if you would just move out of the way, ma'am.

This is Jessica Fletcher,
Detective.

J.B. Fletcher,
the noted author.

Yeah? Well, that's nice.

Say, I um-
I read one of your books.

- [Chuckling]
It was very good. - Well, thank you.

Kathleen, would you mind?
We are trying to solve a robbery here.

[Blackthorn]
Mrs. Fletcher was in the vault with me when the explosion occurred.

That right? Sir, would you mind
telling me what you were doing back here at this time of night?

Mrs. Fletcher's researching
a new book-

a murder mystery that
takes place in a jewelry emporium not unlike this one.

And she was interested
in our security system.

Is that right?

Look, l-I'm sure
that you've noticed this,

but don't you think it's odd
that this- this door blew out toward the street?

I mean, it looks to me
as if the explosive charge must have been placed inside the door.

Oh, no. That can't be.
See, the perp blew the door from the outside in.

Oh, I really-
I really don't agree.

The other odd thing was that
the alarm went off several seconds before the explosion.

- That right?
That how it happened, sir? - Yes, I believe so.

What are you getting at,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Well, only that it's possible
that someone smashed the case, took the tiara...

and then blew out the door,
not to enter, but to escape.

An inside job?
How could that be?

You told me
the, uh, store was empty. I mean-

Where's that security guard?
What's his name? Wilson.

Wilson! Wilson!

Hey, uh, Wilson.

I thought you told me
that this store was empty.

It was. At least I thought it was.
I didn't check every office.

[Grunts]

Pardon my French.
What the hell is goin' on around here?

Marvin, would you listen to me?
I'm gonna be stuck here for another couple ofhours at least.

There's some hard-boiled eggs
in the refrigerator.

Could you make some
egg salad sandwiches for the kids for school tomorrow?

Well, what do they want,
goose pate?

Marvin, I hate egg salad, too,
but, uh, it's good for 'em.

[Sighs]
Make the sandwiches, Marv.

I can't talk anymore.
I gotta hang up now. Marvin, I'm hangin' up. Now.

The guard's awake,
though he's not feeling so great. Mrs. Fletcher.

Mrs. Fletcher, I, uh-
I've been thinking a lot about that theory of yours.

Uh, very interesting.

Well, it does seem logical.

You know
what we got in here, ma'am?

Barbiturate.

Yeah, they tell me it's enough
to put half of the Bronx into la-la land.

Oh?
Uh, how long did you say you'd been in town, ma'am?

I flew in last evening.

And it was your idea
to come back here this evening to, uh, check out the vault?

Well, no, not exactly.
Actually, Mr. Blackthorn suggested it.

Yeah, but only
after you hinted around.

[Sighs]
Detective Stacey.

Uh, is there some point
that you'd like to make?

You and Blackthorn
come back to the store.

The security guard comes to the vault,
leaving the tiara unprotected.

Bang!
The tiara gets stolen.

Uh, had you known any
of the store's employees, ma'am, prior to coming here tonight?

That'd be easy enough
to check.

Surely you don't think
that I had anything to do with the theft?

Hey, your sudden arrival here,
the theft-

It's a big coincidence,
and I believe in coincidence like I believe in the tooth fairy.

Maybe it's some kind of
publicity stunt for your book.

Kathleen, do you mind?
I'm interrogating a suspect here. A suspect?

Would you care
to make a statement at this time, ma'am?

I don't have a statement.
I've told you everything that I know.

Fine, ma'am. If that's the way you
want it, we will leave it like that for the time being.

Meanwhile, we'd appreciate it
if you do not leave town.

Look, I did not have anything
to do with this robbery.

- We appreciate that, ma'am.
- [Sighs]

We'll be in touch.

So, Kathleen, what do you think?
Somethin' in the eyes.

That's what I thought.
Check her out. Right.

Well, I don't know about you, Hudson,
but I'm free to go, and I'm going.

I think I'd better stay, but I'll see that
Andrew drives you back to the hotel. Thank you.

[Siren Wailing]
You know, Hudson.

I'm right about that explosion
coming from inside the door.

I just can't believe
that any of my own people-

Somebody laced
your security guard's coffee with a barbiturate.

Now, that somebody
was hiding in one of the offices, waiting for your guard to pass out.

I'm sorry. I hope I'm wrong.

Yes. I hope so too.
I'll call you tomorrow.

Thank you.

[Car Engine Starts]

Hudson!

I was going to bed
when it came over the news.

My God. How could this
have happened, Hudson?

Excuse me.
Mr. Blackthorn, Ken Parrish, WQEJ News.

Would you mind giving us
a brief statement on camera? Yes, I'm afraid I would.

Weren't you hanging around the store
this afternoon, trying to see me?

- Yes, sir.
I was looking for an interview. - Let's go inside.

Look, I'll only take
a couple of minutes.

I'm sorry, sir.
You'll have to stand back. Look, I'm just trying to get a story.

Then you'll have to
get it over there.

What do you mean,
it's not insured? Now, I didn't say that.

I said the company would only
insure the value of the stones.

But the tiara is worth 10 times that.
It's a collector's item, a theatrical legend.

Oh, I'm sorry, Hudson.

We all tried to warn you.
Yes, repeatedly!

Leo, how nice of you
to show up, finally.

Well, believe it or not, sir,
I do have a life outside of this store.

Yes, and one that's going to take up
all of your time from now on.

- Hudson!
- I was not responsible for this theft.

You promised me
a foolproof security system.

Yeah, which you have.
But there is no system that will prevent this kind of thing.

So, do you want me
to check with the police, or do you want me to go home?

- Excuse me. Mrs. Fletcher?
- Yes?

I hope I'm not intruding.
Ken Parrish, WQEJ News. Mind if I sit down?

Well-Well, actually, l-

I understand you ran afoul
of the iron maidens last night.

Detectives Stacey and Chadwick,
the pride of the Midtown Division.

Oh, yes.

- I think I should warn you,
you're at the top of their hit list. - Who told you that?

I have my sources.
The ladies don't like help, especially from another lady.

- Well, that sounds rather sexist.
- Me, I'll take help from anybody who'll give it to me.

Well, you won't get much help
from me, Mr. Parrish.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher.
This could be a big story- a very big story.

The kind that could
vault a lowly reporter into an anchorman's chair,

maybe even get him a spot
with one of the networks.

- Well, that sounds lovely, but, uh-
- What do you know about the Queen ofTara tiara?

Not very much, I'm afraid.

Good. As soon as you finish
your coffee, let's take a walk.

[Ken]
Siobhan O'Dea, queen of the silver screen,

darling of Broadway,
thrice married.

This theater
was renamed for her in 1972.

Oh, yes, I remember
seeing her in many movies. She was very beautiful.

And still is, or so I'm told
from those lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her.

Here she is in her last big triumph,
staged at this very theater.

The Harps of Tara.
The year was 1957.

My goodness.
Isn't that the-

The Queen ofTara tiara?
Yes and no.

Siobhan O'Dea always believed
she was descended from the ancient Irish kings of Tara,

which is why
she commissioned this play.

Amazingly,
it ran for nearly two years.

At the closing night party,
she received a gift from her fiancé of the moment, Winfield Sprock.

Oh, yes.
The aluminum magnate. One and the same.

He presented her with
a reproduction of the tiara she'd worn in the play-

a dozen emeralds,
half a dozen diamonds in a gold setting.

It was dazzling.

They say it's the only time
she'd ever cried without the help of drops in her eyes.

Oh, how romantic.

Before Mr. Sprock could become
husband number four, he choked to death on a fried oyster in the Empire Grill.

Oh, dear!

Would you like some coffee,
Mrs. Fletcher? What a good idea.

From that moment on,
Siobhan O'Dea's life went into a downward spiral.

Second-rate movies,
short-lived plays, a TV series best forgotten.

What the tax man didn't get,
the auctioneer did.

The tiara was sold
a dozen years ago,

and with the little money she had left,
Siobhan O'Dea went into hiding.

Sugar?
Oh, just black, thank you.

Today she lives in a building
across the street,

a recluse... waiting to die.

She hasn't made
a public appearance in 12 years.

But, Mr. Parrish, what has all this
got to do with me?

If I could get her angle on this robbery,
this would be a major story, Mrs. Fletcher.

I know there's no way she'd ever see me,
but I happen to know she's a big fan of yours.

Oh, no, no.
Don't you see?

I know she'd grant you an interview,
and then I could interview you-

No, no. No.
L-I'm sorry, Mr. Parrish.

That lady has chosen to shut herself
away from the world.

Now, I am not going
to violate that.

Thank you very much.
You've been a charming tour guide, and I do wish you the very best of luck.

[Andrea]
I'm sorry, Mr. Blackthorn. You leave me no choice.

Andrea, I need you now
more than ever.

May I remind you, Miss Dean,
you have a contract?

Which doesn't include
taking a 20% cut in pay.

I merely suggested that
as a stopgap measure to see us through these troubled times.

Please, don't make this
more difficult.

- Have you received a better offer?
- Hudson, there is no offer.

[Sighs]
I just can't go on like this.

Five years ago, when your father
gave me my first chance,

I felt like I was
the luckiest woman alive.

But when he died,
something died with him.

For the past two years,
since Miss Raymond was put in charge, nothing has been the same.

If you have a specific accusation,
I'd like to hear it.

All I know is, is that I have been
forced to work with inferior gems,

that there never
seems to be enough money to create the pieces...

that gave this store
its reputation.

No. I've had enough.
I'm sorry.

We'll find a way to pay
your salary, Miss Dean, and you will honor the contract.

Excuse me.
I seem to have come at a bad time.

Oh, not at all, Jessica.
Please come in.

I can only stay a minute, Hudson.
I've decided to go back to Cabot Cove.

Must you?
I'm afraid I couldn't have picked a worse time to research my book.

- Maybe I could come back
in a month or two. - I feel terrible about this.

Is there anything I can do
to change your mind? Just a minute.

Mr. Blackthorn, it's almost noon,
and there's still no answer in Laszlo Dolby's apartment.

Look, they come, they go.
This isn't the Y.M.C.A.

But you didn't see him
at all last night?

I told you, lady.
I was watchin' the ball game. Huh!

Mr. Dolby?
Laszlo.

Oh, he's been dead
for quite some time. I'm callin' the cops!

I don't think we should touch anything
before the police get here. Maybe we should wait outside.

[Stacey]
Now, Mrs. DiAngelo- Look, could I get a word in here?

Mrs. DiAngelo, just because my son
is flunking sophomore English...

is not necessarily an indication
that he's a poor student.

I mean, uh-
Well, uh, a teacher-pupil relationship is a two-way street, ma'am, and-

Nah, I didn't say you were
a lousy teacher. Ma'am-

All I'm try-
No, Mrs. DiAngelo, all l-

What I'm trying to tell you
is you seem to have a communication problem!

Oh, excuse me, ma'am.
We are all overworked and underpaid.

Well, fine.
Oh, no. You don't mind if, uh- if I bring it up with your principal.

- [Receiver Settles In Cradle]
- You ever have one of those days?

This morning my sink backs up.
My husband? Out in Jersey lookin'for work.

And my partner's
out seeing her shrink.

My back is killing me.

I don't know.
I gotta get a new mattress or somethin'.

[Sighs]

Oh, you're
Mrs., uh, Fleischman, right?

Fletcher.

Fletcher. Right.
Uh, lost Pekinese?

No. The stolen tiara.

- Last night? Blackthorns?
- Oh, right. Yeah.

Last night you suggested
that I shouldn't leave town, but I do have to get home,

so I thought I'd drop by
and leave you my telephone number and address in Maine.

Well, thank you, ma'am.
I appreciate that.

Detective Stacey,
you may not be aware of this,

but last night
a man named Laszlo Dolby was murdered.

We found his body, uh,
just a couple ofhours ago.

"We"?

Yes. Mr. Blackthorn,
Miss Raymond and myself.

Mr. Dolby worked
for Mr. Blackthorn,

and he had been stabbed
in the chest.

And, uh, you just happened
to find the body?

Well, yes.

You do get around,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Excuse me. I had nothing to do
with the theft of the tiara or Mr. Dolby's death.

However, I do think
that the two are connected.

Well, ma'am, I, uh-
I don't handle homicides.

[Phone Rings]
Excuse me. Stacey.

What?

Wait a minute.
Wait. Could-What?

Ma'am, uh, hold it.
Can I have your name, please?

Uh, well, ma'am, can-

I appreciate the information,
but we need to have your name and-

[Sighs]
What's she calling me for?

- Who was it?
- Some woman. Wouldn't leave her name.

She said she, uh, saw some guy
hangin' around that apartment...

where that, uh, Dolby fella
was killed last night.

Says she recognized him
right away.

He was one
of those TV news guys.

Excuse me. Excuse me, pleasel

[Knocking]

Oh! You startled me.
I thought you were the bellman.

Uh, Mrs. Fletcher, I, uh-
I realize that this is an imposition,

and if you're busy,
I will quite understand.

Please don't feel that you have to
be polite or stand on ceremony.

I realize this is quite unusual.

Uh, what is unusual?

I, uh, am an attorney...

for, uh, WQEJ,

and, uh, l-
[Chuckling]

I'm, uh, representing
Kenneth Parrish.

Won't you come inside,
Mr. Persky?

Thank you.

Now, what exactly is it
that I can do for you?

Oh, no, not for me.
No. Indeed, no.

But- But for Kenneth.

You see, uh, the station said I should
come down and represent him.

Uh, which I would never do...

because criminal law is outside
my area of expertise.

I'm a tax attorney.
Yes-

But I did speak to Kenneth,
and I told him...

that the station would rally
behind him 100%,

because if there's one thing
they know, it's, uh, loyalty.

Uh, Mr. Persky,
I don't wish to be rude, but I've got a plane to catch.

Oh, dear me, no. Uh-
[Chuckling] I mean, uh, you can't.

Uh, I mean, Kenneth insists
upon talking to you.

Me?

Well, he says that he's
innocent, Mrs. Fletcher,

and he says that you can
help him prove it.

Something about a tiara.

I didn't kill him.
Why should I kill him?

Ken, I was with Detective Stacey...

when the anonymous tip
came through placing you at Mr. Dolby's apartment.

It's a lie. L-I mean, I was there,
but no one saw me.

And they also have you with
a parking violation in a red zone...

right around the corner
from the apartment.

The time was 12:45 a.m.

Oh, great.

Look, if you want me to help you,
and I'm not at all sure that I can,

you're going to have to tell me
exactly what happened.

Now, Mr. Persky
said something about the tiara.

She's got it.
Who?

- Siobhan O'Dea.
- Are you sure?

- Of course I'm sure.
I saw him take it to her. - Wait.

Now, tell me, slowly,
everything that happened from the very beginning.

Okay. You know how hard
I've been working,

trying to drum up a story
on Siobhan O'Dea and the tiara.

So the night of the robbery,
I wasn't getting anywhere with Blackthorn,

so I decided to give Miss O'Dea
one more try.

I pulled up outside her apartment.
It must have been just past midnight.

I was just about to get out of my car
when I spotted him-Laszlo Dolby.

I recognized him right away.

I'd seen him at Blackthorns
that afternoon when I was trying to get the story on the tiara.

He was carrying this small package.

It was screwy.

It was even screwier when the doorman
lets him up in the elevator.

Blackthorns, Siobhan O'Dea-

There's only one
common denominator.

The tiara.
It had to be.

He came out about 10 minutes later
without the package.

I figured I wasn't gonna
get anywhere with Miss O'Dea,

so I followed Laszlo back
to his brownstone in the village.

He got lucky.
He found a parking place. I didn't.

So I finally gave up and parked illegally
and went inside the apartment building to talk to him.

He refused to let me inside.
I think he had someone in there with him.

Finally, he just
shut the door in my face.

Mrs. Fletcher, I know
the circumstances look awful for me, but I didn't kill him.

Are you sure there was someone
in his apartment with him?

No, it's just a feeling I had-
the way he was acting.

Mrs. Fletcher, they think I killed him,
and they think I stole the tiara,

but I'm telling you, that tiara
is in Siobhan O'Dea's apartment.

I'd stake my life on it.
In fact, that may be just what I'm doing.

[Gate Closes]

Excuse me, ma'am. The gentleman
has been booked for murder. We don't do murders.

But you do do robbery,
and one of the charges against him is grand theft.

I can't just go barging into this lady's
apartment. I need a warrant. Chadwick.

I gotta show probable cause.
What?

All I got is this guy's story
about some brown paper bag, which could've been a pastrami sandwich.

[Jessica] At that hour of the night?
You've gotta be kidding me! 190 bucks a month?

What?
Whose bright idea was that? Look, Detective Stacey.

You said yourself
less than five minutes ago- Excuse me.

That the murder weapon
was a stage prop- Look, I happen to have a job.

Used by Siobhan O'Dea
when she played Lady Macbeth. Of course.

Now, there was a connection
between her and the victim. I realize my responsibility.

The photograph on the wall
proves that.

Right. I got it.
And I am telling you, there are procedures here.

Bess.
What happened? Kathleen!

My co-op association's
trying to raise the dues. We're having a meeting.

Kathleen, we just happen
to have a job here! Terrific.

She's the only one with a personal life.
My sink's been backed up for two days. Do I go running home?

Look, I'm sure-
Ma'am, I cannot help you.

Now, suppose that I could get
into Siobhan O'Dea's apartment.

Now, suppose I found the tiara.
Would that be good enough?

Nobody gets in to see that lady.
She's a hermit. Yeah. But if I could?

[Sighs]
Yeah, I suppose.

Good. Then why don't you find out
her phone number for me?

[Doorbell Buzzes]

Yes?
Miss O'Dea, it's Jessica Fletcher.

Mrs. Fletcher,
how kind of you to have called.

Please, do come in.

Thank you.

I do hope you'll forgive me
for intruding.

I do realize how highly
you value your privacy.

Oh, yes, but exceptions
must be made, mustn't they?

Please, come this way.

Come, sit over here.

I've made tea.
Oh, how nice.

It isn't true, you know,
that I see no one.

I do have one or two good friends...

who pay me
the courtesy of their company from time to time.

Yes. Laszlo Dolby, for instance.

Oh.

A dear, gentle man.

He's been terribly in love with me
for over 30 years.

Through it all,
he's been the one person I could really rely on.

Isn't it gratifying
to have a friend like that?

- Sugar?
- Oh, no, no. Just as is. Thank you.

He dreamed ofbeing a playwright.

Poor man.

He had the soul of a poet,

but his words got lost
on the way to the page.

After years of rejection,
he finally gave up...

and went into the jewelry trade.

Mrs. Fletcher, I can't tell you...

how many wonderful hours
of pleasure you've given me.

Every book, every page...

has been a gift,
transporting me from these walls.

You made that world out there...

seem almost livable.

Thank you. But you have
such a wonderful gift yourself.

Oh, no.

No more. No more.

The Almighty gave me a ticket
to a certain destination.

When I felt I had reached it,
I got off.

And you have your memories.

It's enough.

You have such a wonderful
collection of mementos.

Well, you've certainly had
a very rich and a very full life, Miss O'Dea.

Full, yes,

and rich, at times.

Sometimes I wish
he would come sooner.

For every smile,
there was a tear as well.

You can try to shut them out,

but you can't.

I needn't tell you that.

Oh, no.

Oh, my. How lovely!

[Chuckles]

The Queen ofTara.

A man I dearly loved
gave it to me.

We were engaged
to be married,

but he died.

Afterwards,
things were never the same.

Where did you get this,
Miss O'Dea? I told you.

I mean, recently.

You lost it several years ago,
and now you have it back.

It was a gift from a friend.

Laszlo Dolby?

Oh, Laszlo loves me very much.

He'd do anything for me.

I know it must have cost him
a great deal of money,

but I couldn't help it.

I had to ask him.

Years ago,
they stole it from me.

The government,
those greedy people-

they took everything.

But when they took this,

they took my soul,

my very being.

Miss O'Dea, there are
some people downstairs who would like to meet you...

and talk to you
about the tiara.

Would you mind?

You probably aren't aware
of this, Mrs. Fletcher,

but I am directly descended...

from the Celtic kings
of Ireland.

Oh, yes. It's a proven fact.

Laszlo understood that.

That's why he reclaimed
my crown for me.

This is Jessica Fletcher.

I'd like to talk
to Detective Stacey, please.

I think you should come up.

I should've booked her.
I should've booked her right there.

What for? Accepting a gift?

How do we know
she didn't put him up to it? It could've been her idea.

Could've been,
but that's hardly proof.

I'll give you another "could've been."
Maybe that wacko also knocked off the victim.

That knife-That's just the kind
of thing she would've used. You know what I mean?

And how did she
get in and out of the apartment without being seen?

The doorman said that she
never left the building.

Excuse me, ma'am,
but what do you want from me?

You tell me that you think
Mr. Parrish is innocent. I say show me.

You say you think the tiara is
in Siobhan O'Dea's apartment.

Okay. I go along.
And I appreciate that.

If you would tell me what it is
I'm supposed to think, I will try and go along. Frankly, I don't know which end is up.

This is just great.
What now?

MyJag.
It needs a new fuel pump.

You know how much
that's gonna cost me?

Kathleen, your fuel pump
is not the key issue here.

I'm supposed to drive to Southampton
with Danny this weekend to meet his parents, for Pete's sake!

- Chadwick!
- She's seeing a doctor.

Yeah.
You know, he's a, uh, dermatologist.

It's a serious relationship.
Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

I'm talkin' major bucks here,
Mrs. Fletcher.

And, you know,
maybe he's not Mr. Right, but I say, "So what?"

- You can't live alone all your life.
- Excuse me.

Who told you this?
And they're sure?

Is it possible that we could
get back to the case? Really?

Huh. Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I got it.

- Hey, Bess.
You're gonna love this one. - What?

You know that tiara?
The one we saw at O'Dea's apartment. It's a phony.

I don't understand.
This is not the Queen ofTara.

Yeah, so we understand
from your manager, Miss Raymond, there.

It's an excellent copy.
It's fine workmanship, but the gems are fourth-rate.

Where's the original?
That's a good question, sir.

- Surely you don't think I know where it is.
- A smart man like yourself, sir.

You got this little doo-dad here
that you can't insure, so, uh, you put a fake on display.

You know, under glass.
Nobody gets a really good look.

My big problem, sir, though,
is, uh, where is the original?

Well, I don't have it.
Why should I?

The insurance doesn't
even begin to cover its value.

Yeah, well, I thought of that.
You make a good point there, sir.

You might ask yourself though, sir:
Who was in a position to make that kind of switch?

You know where to reach me.

Well, this is incredible.
L-I put that tiara in the case myself.

Of course you did, Hudson.

You know, things are starting
to come together.

- Do you know who the thief is?
- Oh, yes.

I'm pretty sure that Laszlo Dolby
is responsible.

Look, he adored Siobhan O'Dea.

Doubtless, he'd have done
just about anything for her.

But I suspect
he might have drawn the line at stealing three million dollars.

You said yourself
that he was an honest man.

He had been, for over 20 years.

Doesn't it seem more likely...

that Dolby made that copy
to give to Siobhan O'Dea?

Her eyes were failing.
He knew that she would never be able to tell the difference.

Do you remember
the $1,500 that we found?

I think that Mr. Dolby left that...

to pay for the gold and the gems
that he used to make that replica.

And then faked the robbery.
To cover himself with Miss O'Dea.

Which brings us
to Detective Stacey's question:

Where is the original,
and who got it?

Ah, Jessica, I'm afraid
there's a flaw in your scenario.

Laszlo bought and sold gems.
He was not an artisan.

He never could have
made that copy.

Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.

Hudson.
Now, this is very important.

The night of the robbery,
I saw Miss Raymond arrive just as I was leaving.

How long did she stay?
Oh, I don't know. An hour or so, I suppose.

And after that?
After that, she came to my place for a nightcap.

I see. And Andrea Dean,
your designer? What about her?

I never saw her after that.

Frankly, I don't care
if I ever see her again. She's a very ungrateful young woman.

She walked out on her contract.

Oh. So she's not in today?
No.

In fact, the last I heard,
she was planning a bus trip to San Francisco.

A bus trip? Why?
Is she afraid of flying? Not that I know of.

- Oh, my goodness.
- Jessica, what is it?

Well, unless I'm completely off base,
your tiara is about to skip town.

Keep the change. Thanks.

Miss Dean.
Yes?

Detective Stacey.
This is my partner, Sergeant Chadwick.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions about the theft of the Queen of Tara tiara.

- I don't know anything about-
- Our car is right over there, ma'am.

I have a bus leaving
in 35 minutes.

Well, I'm afraid you're gonna
have to catch another one.

Suppose you let us help you
with your bags.

Well, well, well!

What do you know?

Officer, you had
no right to do that.

Excuse me, Miss Dean,
but this warrant gives us the right.

Yes, this is it.
That's the genuine tiara.

- How did you know?
- Mrs. Fletcher figured it out.

Why would somebody travel five days
across country by bus when they could get there in five hours by plane?

Maybe somebody who didn't want
their luggage inspected by an X-ray machine.

You want that lawyer now,
Miss Dean?

No. That won't be necessary.

I was so sure that no one
had seen me at Laszlo's that night.

No one did.

You made that anonymous
phone call to the police...

about the newsman,
Ken Parrish.

Yes, but how did you know?

Because you didn't telephone
the homicide division.

You phoned Detective Stacey,
and she was only investigating a robbery.

And yet the caller had to have known
about the connection to the murder.

You were the person who was hiding
in Laszlo Dolby's apartment...

when Mr. Parrish
came to the door.

A couple of weeks ago,
Laszlo called me...

and asked me to make a copy
of the Queen ofTara.

He said he wanted to
bring happiness to a woman...

who had known nothing but misery
for the past 12 years.

He paid me $2,000 for my trouble.

I used inferior gems
from the vault.

He said, " Oh, it didn't matter.
She would never know the difference."

And then when I heard about the robbery
on the news the other night,

I knew Laszlo was responsible.

He got home only a moment or two
after I got there,

and he invited me in.

As soon as I got inside,
I saw the tiara. [No Audible Dialogue]

I demanded to know
what was going on.

Where was the copy?
What had he gotten me into?

But then there was
a knock at the door, and l-I panicked.

I grabbed the tiara,
and I ducked into the bedroom.

It was that TVnews reporter.
I recognized him immediately.

He wanted to come in,
but-but Laszlo got rid ofhim.

All I wanted to do
was to get out of there,

but he grabbed me.

He wouldn't let me go.
He was in a rage.

He hit mel
I was terrified for my lifel

I grabbed the knife-

I didn't-[Sobs]
I didn't mean to kill him.

I just wanted to return the tiara.

[Sobbing Continues]

But then when he was dead,

I knew no one
would believe my story.

Andrea, I think
I'd better get you a lawyer.

You don't mind, do you?

No, sir. I, uh- I think
that would be a good idea.

Ah, poor kid.
I feel sorry for her.

Well, don't feel too sorry,
Hudson.

After all, she did try to frame
an innocent man.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

Hudson,
about the copy of the tiara.

You don't have any, uh,
real use for it, do you?

No.

After all, Laszlo did pay
for the gems that he used.

Do you want it
for a souvenir, Jessica? Of course.

Oh, no. No, not for me.

I know someone
who I think would appreciate it a great deal more than I would.

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