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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

- Philip's in diamonds. - In a modest way.

The damn thing was paste.

I want to know when the transaction is scheduled for and where.

If you're one minute late, he's a dead man.

Then it is a kidnapping.

Now, really, Mrs. Fletcher,

I'm afraid your author's imagination is running away with you.

If I would've got my hands on that case,

I would've been long gone.

What a brilliant man. And charming.

Yes, it's happening. When can you get here?

Well, hello again, Mrs. Fletcher.

We kidnap interesting people.

I'm a lover, not a killer.

Colin, the game has changed. People are getting killed.

Hello? Inspector Van Horn here.

It's me. I've got a line on some merchandise you're looking for.

It's about time.

Not so fast.

I need assurances, and I need more money.

Damn it, Kuyper, I've gone out beyond the edge on this, already.

You don't quite understand.

This this is much bigger than we thought. There's more risk involved.

Kuyper, I don't like to be shaken down.

I want to know when the transaction is scheduled for and where.

That's what I pay you for.

No. No!

No!

Kuyper? Kuyper!

- Jessica! - Hello, Nigel.

You're here at last.

Mmm. Indeed.

Have a smooth flight over?

Oh, marvelous. I remember opening a book

as we took off from J.F.K.

Next thing I knew, we were landing,

and I had slept all the way.

Hope it wasn't one of my books.

Oh. How beautiful.

Brought them with me from home.

They bloomed early this year.

Ah, from your lovely Sussex garden.

How are things at home?

Actually, I haven't been round there much lately.

I've been off tracking research on a new project.

Hmm, I'll be interested to hear about that.

So you shall. But first, we must get you registered.

- Passport, please, Mrs. Fletcher. - Oh, yes. Of course.

I made Mr. Burger promise you one of his very best rooms.

Overlooking the canal on the--

Look here. I asked for a wake-up call--

If you could just wait one moment, Mr. De Kooning.

He's right, Philip.

Ah, Nigel... Forgive me.

And, of course, you must be Mrs. Fletcher.

Nigel has spoken about you so often,

I feel as if we're old friends.

- That's a lovely pin. - Oh, thank you.

I found it last year in Texas.

- Philip's in diamonds. - In a modest way.

But look, both of you, you must allow me to help celebrate your arrival

and to compensate for my rudeness.

Oh.

You've never been to South Africa, Mrs. Fletcher?

No.

Ah. You must come. It's a beautiful place.

Watch out, Jessica. That's how it begins.

I met Philip and his wife at the races in Deauville,

and the next thing I knew, I was their house guest in Johannesburg.

We kidnap interesting people.

But tell me, how did you two meet?

Or do all famous authors know each other?

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt, Sir,

but we have a small problem.

There are no small problems with airplanes.

Nick Halsey, say hello to Mrs. Fletcher

and Nigel Allison. Hello.

One of the compressors needs replacing.

Now, they're going to express-ship one out tonight.

We should have it tomorrow morning the latest and I'll fit it A.S.A.P.

If you'll excuse us, Philip.

I have an appointment call in my room.

Plus, I took the liberty of scheduling Jessica

to appear with me on a conference panel

that starts in ten minutes.

With Nigel making the arrangements,

I can count on plenty of R&R.

Nice meeting you, gentlemen.

- Thank you so much. - It was my pleasure.

Nigel.

Now, I'm certainly looking forward

to hearing all about this new novel you're working on.

Well, it's something of a thriller.

It starts in San Francisco.

Lots of twists and turns.

Actually, that's why I'm in Amsterdam.

To fill in the last vital bits of the story.

Well, it sounds like a typical Nigel Allison novel.

Full of devilish convolutions.

Actually, it's right up your alley, Jessica.

We must have a good old brainstorming session.

Oh, wait a moment. I can't let these

just stand in a vase here.

Put this one here.

Oh! Makes me look like a boulevardier.

There you go.

I'm just down the hall in 1420.

Why don't I just take my call and meet you downstairs?

Good. That'll give me time to change.

- See you a little later. - Ah! Yeah.

- Yes? - Is it happening?

Yes, it's happening. When can you get here?

Uh-huh. Yes, I think that would be, would be the best.

Yes, who is it?

Room service.

I-I think the sooner we arrange

for the lid to close on the affair,

so much the better for all concerned.

Uh-huh. Yes. Ciao.

I think you must have the wrong room. I didn't order anything.

Ah!

Lydia, all I'm asking is that you restrict your spending

for a few days.

While you continue to pour money

into that damn airplane?

My airplane happens to be--

Philip! Philip!

I'm so glad I caught up with you.

Listen, uh...

you have a moment?

Anything for you, Harry.

Lydia, you do know Mr. Tigner, don't you?

Of course. I'll be running along.

I've got window-shopping to do.

That's what I want to talk to you about. Money.

Philip, we've been doing business together

for a long time now, but--

All right, Harry, what's troubling you?

Your diamonds. Word's out they're hot.

This time, I need payment in cash.

What are you trying to pull?

Nothing. I swear, nothing.

My people are calling the shots.

Look, it's cash or no deal.

And I can't extend the deadline.

We still have to close tomorrow.

Where the hell am I gonna find a cash customer

for half a million in diamonds within 24 hours?

Look, all I know is that I'm sitting on top of a warehouse

full of illegal arms, and the cops are one step behind me.

I've already resold those weapons.

If I don't deliver, I could end up dead.

Hey, Philip, we all have our problems.

It's noon tomorrow, or forget it.

Harry.

It's such an honor

to have you join our panel, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, thank you. Is Mr. Allison here?

He won't be with us. I was just on the phone to his secretary,

and she said he's been taken ill.

But here. Let me pin on your microphone.

I don't want our audience to miss a word you say.

But I was just with Nigel, and he was fine.

Oh, not to worry.

Just a touch of food poisoning or something.

- He's resting in his room now. - Oh.

Marvelous craftsmanship.

Yes, I absolutely adore it, of course.

But can I speak in confidence?

Well, we pride ourselves on our discretion.

What I'd really like to know is...

could you make an exact copy of this necklace?

And how much could you sell the original for on the current market?

Surely Madame knows this is a copy?

Albeit a superb one,

but only worth a few thousand dollars.

Perhaps Madame has confused this piece with another?

Oh.

Yes, of course. How forgetful of me.

I'm very sorry to have wasted your time, Herr Kronin.

Not at all. Good day, Madame.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. Ladies and gentlemen,

we will resume the conference after lunch.

Monika Vidal, Mrs. Fletcher.

Amsterdam News.

I thought the point you made

about how the new International Trade Agreement

will impact on existing copyright laws

was very interesting.

Well, I think it's a ripple that will be felt

throughout the publishing world.

I'd like to follow up on that.

Would an interview be possible?

Oh, certainly. But not right now.

Perhaps later.

- I'll call you. - Thank you.

- Operator. - Yes, operator...

would you connect me with Mr. Allison's room, please?

- I'm sorry. He's checked out. - What?

- Mr. Allison has checked out. - Are you sure?

Yes, he checked out today.

Thank you.

No, there's no record of him contacting the house doctor.

He just simply checked out.

Without leaving a message for me?

I wish I could be more helpful, Mrs. Fletcher.

All I can tell you for sure is the time. 12:02.

Mr. Burger, how is it that you can be so precise

about the time?

Oh, because Mr. Allison used our express checkout service--

You know, on the television set in his room?

Oh. So you never actually saw him leaving the hotel.

I'm afraid not.

Your work is very good.

For a policeman. You're very kind.

Now, you say Nigel Allison's secretary

mentioned a medical problem of some sort

when she cancelled his speaking appearance?

Ja? Uh-huh?

Inspector, Nigel Allison has no secretary.

He was traveling alone.

I also checked the local hospitals. They haven't seen him.

Perhaps he has gone back to England.

Well, none of the airlines have any record of him booking a flight out today.

You've been quite busy, Mrs. Fletcher.

Excuse me.

Ja?

These mug shots...

isn't this a photo of the man

that was in the newspaper this morning?

Yes, Hendrik Kuyper, police informant.

Victim of hit-and-run driver.

So, what conclusion do you draw from all this?

Well, the conclusion that I draw is that something very strange is going on,

and I'm afraid something very bad.

Nigel's friend, Mr. De Kooning, agrees with me.

- Excuse me. Did you say De Kooning? - Yes.

Would that be Philip De Kooning?

Yes. Is that important?

No. Not really.

You see, Nigel and I had made arrangements to meet here.

Now, it's not like him to just vanish without telling me.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher. There's nothing I can do.

My workload is substantial already.

Besides, it's much too soon

to file a missing persons claim.

And besides, you're much too busy.

I understand, Inspector.

And thank you for sharing your very valuable time.

Mrs. De Kooning! Having a nice day?

Yes, just fine, Nick, thank you.

- Mind if I join you? - Oh, please.

Well?

The damn thing was paste.

Nearly worthless, like my marriage.

I'll bet Philip has sold off all my real jewelry

without telling me.

He just did it to you before you could do it to him.

You think that's funny?

Baby, I know you're disappointed.

I just thought I'd finally found a way

for us to get away from him.

There'll be another way. Just hang in there.

Nicky, what's the matter?

I tell you that we have lost our ticket to paradise,

and you're giving me fortune-cookie philosophy.

Or maybe you have a better game going.

Hey, you know better than that.

Then help me. Help us.

I mean, if Philip were out of the picture...

Now, don't start that again, Lydia,

because I'm not gonna do it.

I'm a lover, not a killer.

And lately you haven't been much good at that, either.

Mr. Burger, you still haven't heard from Mr. Allison?

No, I'm sorry.

I can't understand it.

Excuse me, would that be Nigel Allison?

Why, yes. Have you seen him?

I just ran into him at the airport.

I was getting off the shuttle flight from London.

He was waiting to board.

I'm Colin Biddle.

- You're Jessica Fletcher, of course. - Yes.

Here for the conference, too, I assume?

Are you sure that it was Nigel you saw?

I spoke with him. I'm a publisher's rep.

Nigel's house is one of our clients.

Was Nigel... all right?

He left here so abruptly

and didn't tell anyone why.

He did mention some sort of minor family emergency.

Otherwise, he seemed perfectly fine.

I may be speaking with him later.

Can I give him a message from you?

Yes. Would you please ask him to call me?

- Of course, Mrs. Fletcher. - Thank you.

We're all done with your passport, Mrs. Fletcher.

And, Mr. Biddle, here's your key,

and this message we were holding for your arrival.

- So nice to have met you, Mrs. Fletcher. - Thank you.

Would you have my bags taken upstairs, please?

Mr. Burger...

did you return Mr. Allison's passport to him?

I assume we did.

Let me check. Um... no, still here.

I guess he didn't pick it up.

This is Biddle.

I've been more than patient,

but you keep putting me off.

We have a deal. What is going on?

Where is it?

Not so fast.

If the goods are damaged more than slightly, we won't buy.

Now, put him on the phone.

Allison, is that you? It's Biddle. Are you all right?

Colin. Yes, I'm-- I'm, I'm all right.

Look, just-- Just tell these people to...

to go stuff it.

Satisfied?

The money's on its way.

It'll be here early tonight.

Why didn't you bring it with you?

'Cause gathering two million pounds Sterling

in used bills

isn't the sort of thing one can pull off in 20 minutes.

Now, where can I reach you?

I'll contact you.

Mr. Biddle?

If that is your real name.

We have to talk about how it is that you saw Nigel Allison

board a plane for London without his passport.

The globetrotting novelist,

who always turns up

when things get hot on the international scene.

Of course, I should've guessed long ago.

- Guessed what? - Well, it's the perfect cover,

just as it was once for Somerset Maugham.

Nigel Allison is a British intelligence agent, isn't he?

And so are you.

Now, really, Mrs. Fletcher,

I'm afraid your author's imagination

is running away with you. I'm a publisher's--

A publisher's representative, I know.

I phoned Nigel's publishing house a few minutes ago.

They'd never heard of you.

Please... tell me what's happened to Nigel.

Now, look, Mrs. Fletcher,

for the sake of argument,

let's say you've got it just about right.

What you're missing is, if you don't go back to your room

and stop asking questions, he'll be dead.

- Then it is a kidnapping. - Mmm.

I'm here to negotiate the ransom exchange with the terrorists,

who assured me if a single word of this leaks out,

they'll kill him immediately.

Well, I've already talked to the police.

I was afraid you might do something of the sort.

What did they say?

It was an Inspector Van Horn.

He seemed to think that I was an alarmist.

Well, let's hope he continues to feel that way.

Look, I've got a great deal of work to do.

I'm sorry I lied to you earlier on.

Now you know why I had to.

I can imagine how you feel.

I've handled situations like this before, successfully.

Any luck, we'll have Nigel released in a few hours.

If there's any way that I can help...

There is. Just do nothing, please.

Excuse me. I wonder if you could help me.

I'm Mrs. Allison. We just checked out of room 1420 a little while ago.

- Have you made up the room yet? - No. No, not yet.

Oh, thank heavens. My wedding ring--

I think I must've left it on the bathroom sink.

I really shouldn't take it off.

My husband will be furious if I've lost it.

Would be kind enough to let me go inside and have a look?

Of course.

Thank you so much.

I hope you find it.

Well, hello again, Mrs. Fletcher.

Do you have a license to carry hairspray?

Well, these days one can never be too sure.

Isn't it baffling, Mrs. Fletcher?

Why do the pictures on the walls of hotel rooms

all look the same? Boring.

A wasted opportunity to spread beauty.

That's an artist's view of things.

But, as a policeman,

I assume you came looking for clues

to the whereabouts of your friend, Mr. Allison.

Did you find anything interesting?

I've only been here a minute.

Inspector, you told me that there was nothing to investigate.

I changed my mind.

Doesn't that please you?

Oh, of course it does. Although Mr. Allison

will probably just turn up anyway in a few hours.

I hope so.

Sometimes unpleasant things happen

to people who are friendly with Philip De Kooning.

Yes, I noticed your reaction to his name earlier.

The man is notorious.

We believe him to be a major broker

in illegal jewels and military arms.

In fact, he may have had a connection

with the hit-and-run killing of Hendrik Kuyper.

- Murder? - Ja.

At the time of Mr. Kuyper's death,

he was working for me,

tracking the movements of Mr. De Kooning.

I'll, uh, have to tell Nigel when I see him.

Yes, you do that. In the meantime,

are you certain there is nothing you wish to tell me?

No, there isn't.

I see. Well...

I'll be sure to let you know what I discover.

Thank you.

Uh-huh. You're sure you'll have it by then?

Great. Thanks.

Okay.

They'll have the new compressor installed by noon tomorrow.

We can fly anytime after that.

Splendid. And the repair cost?

About 5,000. Yeah, 55 hundred.

They want cash.

All my problems should be that small.

Tell me, Nick, you wouldn't happen to have 500,000

jingling around those jeans, now would you?

That's a little out of my league.

Be glad it is. The ups are magnificent,

but the downs could kill you.

Philip?

Pour yourself a drink. I'll be back in a moment.

Fasten these, will you?

Remember when you gave me these, darling?

Mmm. Istanbul.

Exquisite, aren't they?

Mmm, like all my jewelry.

But then, you treat me so well.

Nothing you don't deserve, darling.

- Omar Hakim-- of course. - What?

Hakim. Istanbul.

Maybe he can advance me the money.

Yeah, I just got the word.

The plane is ready and waiting right now.

Yeah, as soon as we get our hands on the money,

we are out of here... two million pounds richer.

Philip?

Yeah, just give me the signal. Okay.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Why don't you run along?

Have a good time.

I don't want to burden you with my problems.

I hope you work them out.

I will, I definitely will.

- Operator. - Hello, operator?

I was on the phone a moment ago, and I was cut off.

- Ja? - Could you ring the party back?

I misplaced the number.

I'm sorry. I've no record of a room service order

being delivered on the 14th floor at that time.

Could someone come by and just borrow one of your carts?

I suppose they could. Excuse me.

It's a tranquilizer dart,

the sort they used on animals in the zoo.

Nigel was knocked out

and wheeled off in that room service cart.

I've asked them to put it aside

in case there are fingerprints.

Couldn't resist, could you?

I asked you to stay out of it.

I begged you. But, no, here you are again.

Mr. Biddle, aren't you interested

in apprehending these people

to prevent them from doing this sort of thing again?

Of course I am.

But my first priority is--

Is to get Nigel released. I know that, but--

- Biddle here. - It's Finley.

Finley.

In regards to the ransom...

Where the hell is the money?

- We're having trouble. - What?

Damn it, man. We are already two hours

behind their schedule.

We're gonna lose Nigel

because your people are dragging their bloody feet.

We're doing our best. It's a lot of money.

Try and stall them as long as you can.

- What? - We need more time.

I'll do my best.

Whitehall bureaucrats.

Though they've finally managed to get the ransom money together.

This could be them.

This is Biddle.

You have the money?

There's been a slight delay.

I warned you!

Now, wait. Don't hang up.

It's the weather. Amsterdam airport's fogged in.

They won't allow any planes in til morning.

If you are lying--

Look, it's just a few hours more.

You'll have the money by noon at the latest.

Can I say hello to Allison now?

This is Nigel... Allison.

This is my final warning.

If you are one minute late,

he's a dead man.

- Excuse me, Mrs. Fletcher. - Hello, Miss Vidal.

I tried to call you. I hate to be a bother,

but when I told my editor about seeing you--

He's one of your fans. And I just thought...

Wouldn't it be an incredible thing

if I could say I interviewed Jessica Fletcher

and Nigel Allison in the same day?

When did you talk to Mr. Allison?

At breakfast. What a brilliant man.

And charming.

Just the way a world-famous author should be.

With a suntan and a carnation in his lapel.

And that twinkle in his eye.

Oh, that's Nigel, all right.

Anyway, let's talk about you, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sorry to put you off again, Miss Vidal,

but I'm afraid I can't just now.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher?

This letter was left for you at the desk.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Burger.

Mr. De Kooning.

Mr. De Kooning?

You may look, Mrs. Fletcher.

Of course, it's a work in progress.

Sometimes sketching an individual's likeness

helps me to understand them.

Very interesting so far.

Like yourself.

You, um... you puzzle me, Mrs. Fletcher.

You seem so basically honest,

and yet often so, uh... elusive.

We shall see how you turn out.

Inspector, there's a gentleman

who says he must see Mrs. Fletcher.

Are you all right, Jessica?

Colin.

I'm Colin Biddle, Inspector.

Associated with Mrs. Fletcher's publishing firm in Britain.

Ah, yes, of course.

Ja, Mrs. Fletcher and I

were just about to discuss the note

she received from Mr. De Kooning.

It was regarding Mr. Allison's whereabouts.

- Jessica-- - Colin, the game has changed.

People are getting killed.

I think you should seek legal advice

before discussing anything further.

She's not being charged,

only asked to provide facts

that might facilitate my investigation.

And I should like to tell you both--

I'm not happy to have British Intelligence, or anyone else,

play games in my territory without informing me.

You'll have to excuse me.

Inspector, can Mrs. Fletcher leave now?

Ja, of course.

But, I shall need to ask for your passports.

I want to have further conversations with you both.

You told him. I can't believe you did that.

I didn't, Colin, but the man is not stupid.

I'm sorry, Jessica. This whole affair

has driven me a little crazy.

Have you heard from the kidnappers? I mean, is Nigel still--

So far. I spoke with him briefly an hour ago.

- And the ransom? - Well, the fog's lifted.

The plane should be touching down any moment.

We're almost there.

Mr. Burger, I am not responsible

for my husband's finances.

He misrepresented them to me, too.

The only reason I'm staying on in Amsterdam at all

is because the police have apparently not finished questioning me.

Am I supposed to sleep out on the street?

Please, we're happy to provide you with another room,

with our compliments.

And then, as soon as the police allow us back into the...

your former suite,

then we'll move your bags for you.

Thank you.

Ah, pardon me. Mrs. De Kooning?

- Um, I'm... - I know who you are.

Nigel Allison has rattled on about you

at great, boring length... on several continents.

Well, it's Nigel that I need to talk to you about.

Mrs. De Kooning, would you have any idea

what it was that your husband learned

about Mr. Allison's whereabouts, or his situation,

that he might've been about to tell me?

Mrs. Fletcher, if I had a dollar

for every time Philip confided in me,

I could maybe buy you a cup of coffee.

Hell, he's been dead for, what, 12 hours now?

And he's still lying to me.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

I just called the airport to find out

what time the plane would be repaired,

and they said, "Didn't Mr. Halsey tell you?

It's been ready since yesterday morning."

And they said Nick had ordered the plane gassed for takeoff

shortly after noon today.

By noon?

- By noon! - What?

Thank you, Mrs. De Kooning.

Operator.

Yes, could you please connect me

with the Amsterdam News?

You've had a good run, Harry--

You and De Kooning.

He'd fly in diamonds from South Africa,

you'd be waiting with a shipment of illegal weapons,

he'd fly out the weapons to the Middle East,

and everybody got rich. Until now.

By noon, De Kooning was gonna have the cash

and we'd close the deal.

A few hours more, and your guys

would've busted into an empty warehouse.

So, you ran down Hendrik Kuyper

- to keep him off De Kooning's case. - Oh, no!

Until De Kooning got his hands on this money.

Then you killed him for it,

and you figured you would sell the armaments

to his buyer.

If I'd gotten my hands on that cash, I would've been long gone!

Tell me, Harry...

where did De Kooning say

he was going to find all this money?

Excuse me, Inspector. The lab report

on the fingerprints we found on the murder knife

and on the note Mrs. Fletcher received.

Nine-eighteen, 919... yes.

- It's all there? - The entire two million pounds.

Now, back up just a bit.

You say you think Halsey may be involved

along with this Vidal woman?

Who is not who she claims to be.

The Amsterdam News said they had no one there

working by that name.

Now, yesterday morning in the lobby,

I happened to notice Mr. Halsey

slip a piece of paper to her.

All right.

But how does that connect

with Nigel Allison's kidnapping?

Well, it doesn't necessarily, but I think it's possible

that De Kooning's widow was mistaken

and her husband wasn't deceiving her

about the airplane's readiness.

You mean Halsey may have been misleading both of them?

Exactly. I mean, suppose he was planning

a sudden getaway with Miss Vidal.

Now, look, Jessica, you may be correct, or not,

but right now I have to focus solely

on securing Nigel's freedom.

And from here on out...

it becomes extremely risky,

something to which I have no intention of exposing you.

Colin, I am going with you,

and that is that.

I mean, Lord knows what kind of shape Nigel will be in.

So, I've packed some sandwiches

and some bottled water and bandages.

No wonder he speaks so highly of you.

I care for Nigel just as much as you do.

He saved my life in Beirut.

But you must understand-- These people are notoriously unreliable

and volatile.

Now, I want you to go back to your suite

while I wait here for their call.

And God help us-- I hope we aren't too late.

Mr. Biddle? Inspector Van Horn.

Mrs. Fletcher, you weren't in your room,

so I assumed I'd find you here.

What is it, Inspector?

The police laboratory have provided

positive identification of the fingerprints on the death weapon...

and on the note you allegedly received from Mr. De Kooning.

Allegedly?

- Inspector Van Horn-- - Quiet, Mr. Biddle!

Or whoever you are.

We'll deal with you and your activities later.

For now... the only prints on the message itself

were yours, Mrs. Fletcher.

And the same is true of the knife.

Therefore, I am placing you under arrest

for the murder of Philip De Kooning.

Inspector, I never touched that knife.

And as for the note, it was clearly prepared by the killer

as part of an attempt to frame me

for Mr. De Kooning's murder.

Perhaps. You know...

I did not find a murderess in that face,

but it is one that is capable of deception.

I've never lied to you.

No, you have not... as yet.

But I said "deception".

There is a difference, however subtle.

Tell me, what connection do you know of

between the murder of Philip De Kooning and your missing friend?

None, I'm afraid. There seems to be a lot of disparate pieces.

Halsey, Monika Vidal...

And according to Harry Tigner,

De Kooning expected to pay him

a large sum of money today.

And yet... this report on De Kooning's finances

indicates that, at the time of his death,

his assets were virtually nothing.

Now, Mrs. Fletcher, it's time for the rest of it,

for you to tell me exactly what role

Mr. Biddle plays in all this.

All right, but you must understand

that any interference by you or your people

could result in Nigel Allison's death.

I'd rather assumed it was something like this.

Inspector...

I think I know how my fingerprints were placed...

On the murder weapon.

They were lifted on transparent tape

from something else I held at one time or another.

A device employed sometimes, I'm sorry to say,

by unethical, overzealous police officers.

Mrs. Fletcher, what is it?

Inspector...

I believe I know who killed Mr. De Kooning...

and how to find Nigel Allison.

I only hope we can get to him in time to save his life.

I'm calling to tell you

that I'm not going to wait any longer.

Either you come here now

or I will kill Allison

and notify the police that you are behind it.

That was very convincing.

Well, I just hope that it sounded like the voice that I heard.

We'll find out.

Ja? Muller?

Our target is on the move.

What the hell is wrong with you, falling apart like this?

Falling apart?

What are you talking about?

What are you doing? Do you want Allison to identify you?

Mr. Allison is of no further use to us, Biddle.

- Halsey. - He just doesn't get it.

Change of plan, pal.

A new lineup, and you're on the bench.

Give me the gun.

It's all about arithmetic.

Two divides into two million pounds a lot easier than three.

Bravo.

Can't say I'm surprised.

You're partners.

But you're forgetting one essential piece of the equation.

Newspapers?

I had a hunch when you phoned.

- The money's safely hidden. - When I phoned?

I'm afraid that was me.

And he's right. Until a moment ago,

the money was safely hidden...

in the trunk of his car.

You fool. You led them here.

- Where's Nigel Allison? - He's over there.

He's not hurt.

Inspector, I can explain everything.

I had an anonymous tip that Nigel was being held--

Save your breath, Biddle,

for the courtroom.

Mrs. Fletcher has worked out

everybody's role in this matter, yours included.

She figured it out?

Yes, I did.

Remember when you described your interview with Nigel Allison?

You talked about him in such glowing terms.

Just the way a world-famous author should be.

With a suntan and a carnation in his lapel.

And that twinkle in his eye.

The flowers on Inspector Van Horn's desk

reminded me that I gave Nigel the carnation

just before he went to his room.

A minute or so before 12:00 noon.

And since he was electronically checked out of the hotel

only three minutes later,

it's likely that the only person who saw him wearing that flower

was you; the kidnapper.

Once I realized you were in on it,

I asked myself, "How could the kidnapper be sure

that Nigel will be in his room at precisely 12:02 yesterday?"

And that's when I remembered

that he was expecting an appointment call from London--

From you, Colin. You set Nigel up for the kidnapping.

Your plan was working quite well, Mr. Biddle,

until the wrinkle with Mr. De Kooning occurred.

- I don't know what you mean. - He means that somehow,

Philip De Kooning found out about the ransom

and, probably, tried to cut himself in on it.

So, you killed him and set me up.

No. No, Jessica. I may be part of a failed kidnap plot,

but you can't tie me into that murder.

Oh, I don't have to. You did that yourself...

with my fingerprints.

On the phone in your room,

you asked me to pour you a glass of water.

You took it from me, being very careful

not to disturb my fingerprints.

And being a professional, you knew just how easy it would be

to transfer them to the murder weapon.

We found the glass in your room, Mr. Biddle,

complete with traces of tape adhesive.

It wasn't fair.

I'd worked out the entire plan, taken all the risk.

And here was this loudmouth interloper, De Kooning,

trying to horn in.

He'd overheard a phone conversation I'd had...

with this idiot.

He came to see me.

I have worked too long, planned for this too hard,

to have someone like you dictate--

Look, Biddle! From here on out,

I'm your new partner.

For one million pounds Sterling

for keeping my mouth shut.

You have no choice in the matter.

I knew he had to die. And then you walked in.

And I saw the perfect way to get rid of him,

and to stop your meddling, too.

I phoned up De Kooning in his suite,

arranged to visit him to finalize our agreement.

Then you left a fake message from De Kooning to me,

asking me to meet him there.

Only you met him first.

Would it have been worth it anyway, Colin,

with your friends here just waiting to kill you in the end?

I'm sorry for what I did to you, Jessica,

what I did to Nigel.

And your research was tracking Philip De Kooning?

Yes, and Mr. Biddle admitted

running down Hendrik Kuyper in a rented car.

Yes, well, that was to prevent Kuyper

from revealing Colin's involvement.

Thank you, Jessica, for being there.

Speaking of "thank you", I have a gift...

For you, Mrs. Fletcher.

A keepsake of your visit to Amsterdam.

Oh. I wonder if I can guess what it is.

Oh.

You really captured her, Inspector.

Almost.

Unfortunately, I had to let her go.