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Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Are you crazy? You expect me

to smuggle this into Egypt?

Put it in your hand luggage.

That would be less than honest.

Our concern is what

the Cairo police are going to have say.

A simple omission

is frequently tantamount to a lie.

Think of it as an investment in our future.

Your wife becomes the only collateral you have.

That man gives me the shivers.

He's a former CIA operative.

Don't move.

You'll get a free tracheotomy.

I'm Mr. Grimes' mother.

I put me on the line, Rudy. You understand that? My body.

You'll be lucky to get out of Cairo with your skin.

The police have implicated two friends of mine

in serious crimes.

Sherif, I'm looking at the reports.

Carbon dating puts it over 4,000 years old.

This is the original Nefertari bust from Medina.

I bet my life on it.

Thank God! This is wonderful news.

How quickly can you get it here?

What are you talking about? Are you crazy?

You expect me to smuggle this into Egypt?

Miss Otterburn, I have no intention

of entrusting a $10 million artifact to the mail service.

I've told you what's in it for you.

Put it in your hand luggage.

The museum has carte blanche with the custom service,

and I'll have an affidavit for you

verifying that it's only a replica.

I'll take it off your hands at the airport.

And what excuse am I supposed to use

for dropping everything and hopping a plane to Cairo?

That persistent woman on the board of your museum--

What's her name? Fletcher. She seems most anxious

to finalize the exchange exhibition

between the Museum of Cultural History in New York and us here.

Tell her I've agreed to it.

But under no circumstances let her know what you're carrying.

It'll take me a month to get this together.

Good Lord, no. A week, at the latest,

or I could find myself in great difficulty.

- Hello? - We hit pay dirt.

The one here in Cairo is a fake.

The real thing just turned up in New York.

And you can get your hands on it?

Shouldn't be very difficult at all.

Excellent, Rudy, excellent.

Listen, I've gotta run. Why don't we meet tomorrow?

We'll finalize the details, all right?

- I'll call you. - Right, great, thanks.

Rudy Grimes. He thinks he can make a deal

on the Broodmare I told you about.

Oh, that's wonderful, Bradford.

How much will you need?

Three hundred thousand,

I can manage it, I suppose.

Do me up, will you?

This one's a winner, darling.

And a bargain.

Bloodlines going all the way back to secretariat.

Think of it as an investment in our future.

Wouldn't want me to spend my entire life

coming to you for handouts, would you?

Have I ever complained?

I can't believe Faris is not here.

Oh, I'm sure he'll turn up, Sally.

After all, you said he was very enthusiastic

about our exchange agreement.

Oh, there's our driver.

Salaamu alaykum.

Uh, I think you'd better tell Naser

that my Arabic is still somewhat limited.

Not to worry. I speak English

and I'm a very safe driver.

For two years, I have driven a cab in Manhattan.

Really? A New York taxi driver?

Yes!

Ah.

Oh, I think those are our suitcases.

- Right there. - I will get them.

This one, and that one.

Hey! Stop it!

For Pete's sake!

I'm terribly sorry. I allowed him to get away.

Oh, well, it wasn't your fault.

I mean, why would anybody want my carry-on bag?

I'll go get security.

Where on earth is Faris?

- You all right? - I am fine. Thank you.

Of course it's not an inconvenient time, minister,

but if you had called earlier,

I would have arranged for a luncheon.

That is very kind, Sherif,

but I find my little surprise visits

give me a more candid view

of my museum director's management capabilities.

- Hello? - Mr. Faris?

Our American guests.

Oh, hello, miss Otterburn. Welcome to Egypt.

Some welcome! I'm barely off the plane,

and somebody tries to steal you-know-what.

Why the hell aren't you here?

Oh. Yes, yes.

The Nile can be lovely at this time of the year.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to meet you at the airport,

but the minister of antiquities had some urgent business.

He's here with me right now, as a matter of fact.

Look, obviously somebody knows

I have your little statuette

and he's going to try again.

I'm gonna bring it over to the museum now.

Please, that really won't be necessary.

I will call you at your hotel.

All right.

We are appraising the authenticity

of everything in all our museums,

from Aswan to Alexandria.

Naturally, I'll be happy to help in any way I can.

I am sure that you will, Sherif,

just as I am sure that you, of all my curators,

have nothing to conceal.

Pardon, mesdames. Inspector Halim, Cairo police.

Oh, yes. How do you do, inspector?

And you, I believe, are that author...

uh, P.D. James?

No. J.B. Fletcher.

I just got in from Luxor. Security informed me

that one of your bags has been stolen.

Yes.

This type of crime is unusual in Egypt.

Can you describe the thief?

Oh, yes, I can.

He appeared to be a Westerner,

caucasian, 6'1", about 175 pounds.

Dark Brown jacket and khaki pants.

Interesting. Uh, and your bag?

Did it contain any valuables?

Mostly paperwork, but very important to my trip here.

I mean, it took a great deal of work to prepare.

Mrs. Fletcher and I are here to arrange for a transfer

of artifacts from the Cairo museum.

I was under the impression the industrial nations

had given up ransacking the treasures of the ancient world.

Well, it's a temporary exchange exhibition, inspector,

with our museum in New York.

And, as your half of the bargain,

you'll loan us Mickey Mouse?

I'd prefer you return the Rosetta Stone.

Well, then you'd better speak to the English,

because I'm sure you're aware it's in the British museum.

Forgive me, Mrs. Fletcher. To atone,

I shall make certain that your police report

doesn't get lost in the usual bureaucratic maze.

I would certainly hope so, inspector. Thank you.

What the hell do you mean, the wrong bag?

You said this would be a simple interception.

Get off my case. These things happen.

You should've moved when I told you to.

It was just sitting there in New York.

It was on a plane

before I could mount an operation.

Listen, worst-case scenario--

Stop. Stop. Save the buzzwords, all right?

You're not in the CIA anymore.

You've got just as much at stake as I do.

Just get the damn thing, whatever it takes.

Well, are we talking about a Broodmare,

or possibly a pork belly?

Vanessa, you're back.

Mr. Grimes, is it?

Mrs. Thorpe.

I'll call you as soon as those papers come through.

Right.

Bradford...

be a dear, pour me a scotch and soda, will you?

This city gets in my throat.

Rudy figures we'll have the deal on the Mare

made by the end of the week.

Really?

Still, I think you should choose

your business partners more carefully.

You mean Grimes?

You know something I don't?

Just intuition, darling.

I wouldn't trust Rudy Grimes

to give me change for a dollar.

And in addition, I'll need copies

- of all the insurance endorsements. - Right, but he's not in right now.

Yes, but we do need to talk.

- I mean, could I reach him later? - He'll be in about 11.

- 11:00 a.m. New York time? - Yes.

That-that's in two-two hours, right?

- Uh-huh. - Thank you, Ruth.

Well, at this rate, it'll take a week

to replace our papers, a week I don't have.

Jessica, this is my friend Boyd Venton.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Boyd. - Pleasure to meet you.

Now, if you're wondering why Sally has lured you

into a half-finished hotel

instead of something plushier...

Well, she told me that you're giving our museum

a price break, and we're very grateful.

Here's your room key, Mrs. Fletcher. 307.

The elevator's that way, to the left.

Thank you.

Thank you, Naser.

Sally, dear, I'll make the rest of my calls from the room.

I'll see you later.

Welcome back, Sal.

This old place has come a long way.

I'm surprised you decided to come back,

let alone stay here.

Hmm. I know that you can use

every guest you can get.

Oh, very nice.

Oh, no, no, no, madam.

I was wondering if I might have a moment

of your valuable time.

Well, Naser, after you risked

a broken nose to help save my bag,

how can I say no?

It is my fiancee, Tasnin.

She is a US citizen and lives in New Jersey.

That has to be difficult, thousands of miles apart.

When are you planning to get married?

That is the problem.

When I was in America before,

I did not have the work visa.

I had to return to Cairo to apply for a green card.

That was many months ago.

But surely, when you get married,

that makes you eligible for residency.

Yes, but I do not want to sneak in again illegally.

Then I may never get the green card.

It's a bit of a catch-22, isn't it?

It gets worse. Now I hear my cousin Abdullah

is courting Tasnin.

I know you are a famous lady

in America, and...

Well, Naser...

look, I can't make any promises, but...

well, I do have a friend in Washington

who may be able to see that your application

gets to the right desk.

You will do this for me?

Thank you a thousand times!

And the blessings of Allah be upon you.

My colleagues say I made a mistake trusting you.

It's only because of your wife's considerable assets,

which they regard as collateral

against our generous advances.

I told you, I can't get at Vanessa's money.

Exactly. If you can't, neither can we.

In which case, your wife becomes

the only collateral you have.

Vanessa? No, you wouldn't.

Without the Nefertari, you have nothing, Mr. Thorpe.

Without Mrs. Thorpe, you have less than nothing.

I want it by midnight tomorrow,

or we'll foreclose.

Then you'll have it.

It's gonna happen, believe me.

Good-bye, then, Mr. Thorpe.

Look, I must speak to Mr. Faris now.

I'm sorry, miss Otterburn. He left the building

with the minister of antiquities.

I don't know when he'll be back.

Wonderful.

Damn.

Aren't we jumpy today?

- Hell yes. - Ha ha!

I've gotta be back at the store in 20 minutes.

What's this all about?

Well, you're not gonna need that job anymore, Laura.

- Airline tickets? - Mm-hmm. Rome.

9:00 tomorrow night, we're out of here.

It's the big score that I promised you.

It's coming through for us, Laura.

Huh? Hey, sweetheart, what gives?

It's a little sudden, that's all.

I mean, to just scoot off to Rome?

I need some time.

What's to think about?

You and Vanessa, for one.

It hasn't been that long for us, you know?

Maybe I shouldn't have thrown it at you like this.

My mind's made up. Vanessa's history.

You'd really do that for me, wouldn't you?

Oh, yeah.

Look, I've got to get back.

We'll talk tomorrow, okay?

And there you go.

Now you've got something to read by, at least.

Great.

I don't know what Sally has told you about us.

Just that you'd met

when she was interning at the Cairo museum.

We got very serious,

but when it came time for her to leave...

I don't know, we got our signals crossed.

Her goals were in New York, and yours were here.

Oh, no! God!

Stop him!

Sally, what's the matter?

What is it?

Someone was in my room, he took my bag.

It was the same man who stole my bag at the airport.

What's going on, Sally? What did he take?

The Medina Nefertari. It's gone.

The Medina Nefertari

was part of the Alfred Worthington bequest

to the museum of cultural history.

But as I remember, that piece was listed as a Victorian copy.

Except when I examined it,

I had a suspicion that it went back much further.

I ran tests.

The bust was over 4,000 years old.

Faris finally confessed that the original

had been stolen over two years ago.

It's becoming obvious to me, Sally,

that this sudden rush-rush exchange program with our museum

and the need for our presence, they were just an excuse

for you to hand-carry the Nefertari back to Cairo.

It was Faris' idea.

We'd get our first world-class exhibit.

And you'd receive the fellowship at Cairo University,

and the eventual assistant curatorship here

that you told me about, right?

You really wanted to come back?

- Mrs. Fletcher. - Mr. Faris.

I'd hoped that we'd find miss Otterburn here.

You're about ten minutes late, Sherif.

The Nefertari's gone.

How could you have allowed this to occur?

Look, I don't think this is the time

for recriminations, Mr. Faris.

At the moment, our concern

is what the Cairo police are going to have to say.

Please! No police, Mrs. Fletcher!

The authorities will inevitably believe

that I had something to do with the original theft.

In which case, I shall hardly be in a position

to approve the exchange.

Well, I assure you that that's the farthest thing

from my mind right now.

Furthermore, I don't appreciate

being enticed halfway across the world

as a cover for your duplicity.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm not a vengeful man,

but if I'm arrested, there will be no way

I can avoid implicating miss Otterburn.

You mean you'd let Sally take the blame?

No, Boyd, please.

Under the circumstances,

I think you can see it serves all our purposes

if the police are not brought in at this time.

All right, for Sally's sake, no police.

Well, for now, at least.

Oh, this is just great, Jessica.

Celebrating an exchange that's never going to happen.

Well, chin up, Sally.

And don't talk to any strangers.

- Sally! - Excuse me.

There's something thoroughly barbaric about him,

don't you think?

Well, Mrs. Thorpe.

He doesn't strike me as Pharaoh material.

Well, I'm afraid history would disagree with you.

Under the Narmer dynasties,

there was the beginning of writing,

the unification of Egypt--

I stand humbly corrected.

Is Mr. Thorpe with you?

More or less.

I must congratulate you, Jessica.

Putting together that museum in New York

from such a decrepit department store.

You mean, since we last crossed swords?

Well, it was either the museum

or allowing your people to destroy

a perfectly glorious landmark

to make way for a parking structure.

We must get together while you're here.

I keep telling Bradford, it's a wretched enough place

even when one knows people.

A friend of yours?

Isn't that what all the fuss is about?

It really is exquisite, isn't it?

And, as these ladies will attest,

she's like a daughter to me.

Mrs. Fletcher, miss Otterburn, Trevor Han.

- How do you do? - Delighted.

And if she ever disappeared,

the sense of loss would be devastating, no?

Mrs. Fletcher, miss Otterburn.

That man gives me the shivers.

True, but if there's anyone in Cairo

who will know where the statuette can be found,

it's Trevor Han.

He owns an art gallery

near Opera Square.

No one's ever been able to prove anything,

but he's suspected of being involved

in the illegal export of antiquities.

Do you understand?

Mrs. Fletcher, my congratulations on the evening.

It's brought out the creme de la creme of Cairo.

Thank you, inspector.

I wish I could make it more memorable

by telling you my people have recovered

your stolen bag, but...

Well, it's more of an inconvenience than anything else.

All of the documents are being replaced.

I've been thinking about that,

and how strange that they were taken in the first place.

And by a man you described as European or American.

Omar, you are here to help us

honor Mrs. Fletcher and her museum,

not to interrogate her.

Even at college, he was a compulsive worker.

Sherif, you're looking rather tense this evening.

Overworked?

Or is there something weighing on your mind?

Please excuse me.

I guess the jetlag has caught up with me.

I think it's just about that time, Sally. Gentlemen.

I'll see the ladies to the door.

Good evening, Omar.

What do you mean, you're bailing out? You can't bail out!

It's gone, and I can.

I searched Sally Otterburn's room, the Fletcher woman's room.

I even got into the hotel safe, nothing.

She must have passed it to Faris already.

Well, then get into the museum somehow.

I don't think you've been listening, Mr. Thorpe.

Our deal is off, as of now. Good-bye.

Very nice, Mr. Grimes.

I hope we don't have to do business together again.

That's mutual.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Aren't you forgetting something?

Haven't you enough to retire on already?

You have the Nefertari.

I'm sure by now you've acquired a buyer.

Don't play games with me, lady.

You wanted to keep your husband.

Now, I did what you asked me to do.

Thank you.

A word of free advice, knowing some of the people

that your old man's been talking to,

I'd get him out of Cairo, real quick.

I am way ahead of you.

You're welcome.

You move, you're gonna get a free tracheotomy.

You know, this is a lousy way

to say hello to an old friend.

Hey, Rudy, for old time's...

Where is it?

You remember the rule in the good old days,

when you were pulling weeds for the CIA?

It's funny, I can't seem to remember who, what, where, when.

Go on. Get out of here.

And don't even think about talking to the police.

One word from me to Egyptian Intelligence,

and they will take you apart,

piece by piece, my friend.

Get outta here.

Have you lost something, inspector?

Yeah.

A cufflink. It belonged to my father.

What good is one without the other?

I'm not sure if that's more of a waste of time

for you or for me, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh? Why would you say that?

'Cause I believe a busy woman of your reputation

has better things to do

than look at mug shots of petty crooks.

I sense that you're here for another purpose.

Oh? What is it you think I haven't told you?

The same thing that makes Sherif Faris so nervous lately.

An idle speculation, perhaps,

but I suspect there was something more valuable in your bag

than you are willing to admit.

No, I can assure you I gave you

a complete list of the contents.

Are these all you have?

That's all that fit

your general description of the man.

Well...

thank you very much for your time.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. That's a start.

God, I've missed you.

It's gonna be hard for a while.

We've got your situation to resolve.

I can't think of that right now.

The clean-up on this place

is costing me three times what I figured.

Boyd, it's your dream, and I believe in it now.

What is it, Boyd?

Sit down.

There's something you should know about me

before it all comes out,

about what I was and did before I met you.

And it has something to do with the guy

who broke into your room.

He's a former CIA operative.

These days, he goes by the name of Rudy Grimes.

You did good, Laura. You did real good.

A little pillow talk, Rudy.

That's all it took. And boom!

You find out about your statue, or whatever it was.

The guy talks in his sleep?

Never mind how I know.

You know, you really are the best.

You always do your part. You never ask any questions.

You just grab 20 grand.

Just stop treating me like this, all right?

I'm worth a damn sight more than that.

I put me on the line, Rudy.

You understand that? My body.

You know what that means?

Uh, no.

What are you getting at, Laura?

Considering how much you're making out of this,

I'd say I'm worth a hell of a lot more than a lousy 20 grand.

But we have a deal.

You can take it or you can leave it, if you want.

I gave up one neat situation for this.

Sweetheart, this gig is a done deal.

Look, it's over. It's finished.

You'll be sorry, Rudy.

Don't ever call me again.

Hmm, right. Till the next time.

Telephone.

Yeah?

Sure.

You're damn right I'm interested.

Mr. Grimes!

As I've already told you, inspector,

I have no idea what business Rudy Grimes had

here at the hotel.

You were acquainted with him, however?

Well, sure. Rudy was a fixture around Cairo.

I mean, I knew him by reputation,

which, to be honest, wasn't the best.

That will be all for now, Mr. Venton.

And now, Mrs. Fletcher,

perhaps we can complete your statement.

- Darling. - It's all right.

Miss Otterburn...

I'm sure you've numerous other concerns, Mr. Venton.

I'll see you a little later.

Mrs. Fletcher...

you recognized the decedent's picture in my office.

He was the person who stole your bag, wasn't he?

Yes, inspector.

As I was about to mention earlier in my statement,

I was on my way to you to explain when--

When you had the misfortune to find yourself

confronting the man's corpse in the elevator.

Mrs. Fletcher, miss Otterburn,

in my work, I find a simple omission

is frequently tantamount to a lie,

and I'm certain neither of you wants to be guilty of that.

It's time you help me fill in the blanks.

You had to tell him? Why didn't you just stick

a knife in my heart, Mrs. Fletcher?

At this point, your problems

really are very little concern to me.

The subterfuge of our so-called cultural exchange

was bad enough,

but now a man has been murdered.

Sherif, Sherif, Sherif.

When the Medina Nefertari was first missing,

why didn't you immediately come to me?

I had been foolish enough

to lend it to a curator in Italy.

It was unofficial, I know,

but I saw nothing wrong.

And it would've meant a feather in the friend's cap.

So much for friends, huh, Sherif?

Yes. See, he returned the copy and vanished.

I was desperate, Omar.

You know the minister of antiquities.

It would have meant the end of my career.

So, the original ended up in the Worthington collection,

and then in our museum.

We've searched the hotel top to bottom.

No sign of statuette.

Grimes' bag was empty when you found him,

which might suggest he was either delivering the Nefertari

or expecting to collect it.

Yes, but Naser saw Grimes enter the lobby

and go directly into the elevator.

It's unlikely he had time to do either before I ran into him.

Well, the fact remains, he was shot

either as he entered the elevator

or when he arrived on the third floor.

Two positions covered by yourself and Naser Hasan.

Unless the elevator stopped at the second floor.

Nevertheless, I'll be questioning your driver further.

Mrs. Fletcher, a favor?

Stay out of my investigation.

Vanessa? What are you doing?

It's what we're doing.

And we're about to redefine our relationship, Brad.

It's mother's way from here on.

No more handouts

for mythical business deals, illicit amours.

I don't know what the hell you're getting at, Vanessa.

Rule number one... no lies.

You borrowed half a million dollars

- from Trevor Han. - Vanessa, how do you--

You'll be lucky to get out of Cairo with your skin.

Then I get a charming little phone call

from your miss Laura Gibson.

Well, you have a choice, Brad.

You can walk out of here right now

and face the prospect of making a living on your own.

But if you choose to stay,

then it must be on my terms.

Ours may not be the best of marriages, but...

it is the one I want, heaven help me.

Vanessa...

if... you can find it in yourself to forgive me.

- You have a message for me? - Yes.

Ah. Thank you.

Naser. From my friend in Washington.

They're tracing your file.

They are? Oh!

I am through the ceiling with joy.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Fletcher. I must call Tasnin.

Sally, uh...

inspector Halim mentioned

that there's still no sign of the Nefertari.

If it doesn't turn up by tonight,

we'll have to get the next flight back to New York.

What floor does Boyd live on?

The second. Why?

I'd like to try a little experiment.

I want you to try to beat the elevator

to the next floor on foot.

What's this about, Jessica?

I think the inspector is on the wrong track.

So let's just try it.

There! I made it with time to spare.

Yes, indeed.

Well, this floor isn't open to guests yet.

No.

It wouldn't make a lot of sense

to shoot someone in the lobby.

It would be too public.

So you think Naser came up here and killed Grimes?

Well, you've just demonstrated that he could have,

and he is inspector Halim's prime suspect.

Hey, Boyd.

Jessica's just showing me

the mind of a mystery writer.

Really? Watch your step. I don't carry much liability insurance.

Boyd, there's something you didn't tell inspector Halim last night.

What do you mean?

Well, you knew Rudy Grimes.

Last night, the police found a knife on Mr. Grimes.

It was yours, wasn't it? The same knife you were using

to open a parcel when Sally and I first arrived here.

Yeah, it's true. I saw him the night before he was murdered.

I should have told you, Jessica, but--

She was trying to protect me.

A friend in Washington told me

that Grimes used to be in the CIA,

and your name came up in his file.

Yeah.

I was barely 21 at the time.

I'd been bumming through Europe

and landed here broke, lost.

Grimes used him, Jessica.

This was before the Egypt-Israel peace accord.

He was paying me to get information.

It was penny ante stuff at first.

Later, it got more serious.

I mean, people started dying.

If the government found out even now,

Boyd could be thrown out of Egypt and lose everything.

You could always count on Rudy to follow the big money.

So the night before last, I confronted him.

I figured he'd know where the statuette was.

And he threatened you with your past?

The big money.

I might know where that was coming from,

and just maybe where the statuette ended up.

At the reception, you appeared

to be arguing with Mr. Han.

You're way off base, Mrs. Fletcher.

I know nothing about this statuette.

Well, then help me any way you can, Mr. Thorpe.

I mean, the police have implicated

two friends of mine in serious crimes.

And you've admitted having business with Rudy Grimes.

The upshot of that is, I never want to hear the name again.

And in point of fact, the lowlife got what he deserved.

Whoever killed him saved me a bundle, too.

Heh heh! Saved me a bundle, darling.

Let's get that straight, shall we?

You really have no right coming in here,

asking questions, Jessica.

Now, if you don't mind,

Bradford and I have a plane to catch.

You've helped me more than you know. You both have.

He says Mr. Grimes used to eat here every day.

One of his best customers.

Would you tell him that I'm Mr. Grimes' mother...

and I've come to collect his mail?

Mrs. Fletcher! That would be less than honest!

He says the late Mr. Grimes often told him

how his mother loves mulukhiyah,

her favorite dish.

Mulukhiyah?

A very spicy green stew.

Green?

Egyptian delicacy.

Delicious.

Uh... thank you.

Did he say if there was any mail for Mr. Grimes?

You really must give me the recipe for this.

It's so delicious.

Naser, we must be on our way.

Oh, no. Not yet, Mrs. Grimes.

It is considered very rude to leave even a crumb.

Thank you.

Welcome. May I have the bag, please?

I thought you were going to let the police

handle this, Mrs. Fletcher.

Part of your exchange exhibition?

Inspector, I can explain everything.

Unnecessary. But I have something

of more vital interest to you, Mrs. Fletcher.

We are about to arrest Mr. Grimes' killer.

Do you still need this for your indigestion, Mrs. Fletcher?

Who, inspector?

Mr. Naser Hasan, you are under arrest

for the first-degree murder of Rudolph Grimes.

We need little more than this.

Found in Naser Hasan's quarters.

Ballistics tests indicate

it fired the bullets that killed Mr. Grimes.

I hardly think that avenging a bloody nose

is a motive for murder.

Given the time to reflect,

I expect that Mr. Hasan will provide us

with an explanation.

Five minutes, Mrs. Fletcher.

I know now I will never go back to America.

Please, will you do something for me when you go home?

If I can, Naser.

Go and see my fiance Tasnin

and tell her what's happened.

She shouldn't wait for me.

She should marry my cousin Abdullah.

I pray he will be a good husband to her.

Look, Naser, I don't think for a minute

that you killed Rudy Grimes, and I'm going to do

everything I can to get you out of here.

Insha' allah, Mrs. Fletcher.

God willing.

Inspector?

Yes?

I've found your missing cufflink.

Oh, blessing upon blessing.

One of a pair.

One missing.

Naser, your prayers may just have been answered.

Inspector, don't plan any trips.

It's imperative that I see you later.

I've managed - don't ask me how -

to convince the inspector that the real killer

waited for Grimes on the second floor.

So he's sending a forensic team first thing in the morning

to go over the whole area again.

And if they find anything

that can help Naser, they will.

Sally, Mrs. Fletcher, won't you join me for dinner?

Oh, thank you, but I've got some calls to make.

Sal?

- Hello, Boyd. - Oh!

Jessica! Not sleepwalking, I hope.

Oh, no. Just trying to confirm some suspicions.

I believe that the killer waited here at this window

as Grimes entered the lobby.

Think about it, Boyd.

The murderer arranged to meet Grimes upstairs,

say, on the third floor,

counting on Grimes taking the elevator.

Please, go on. I'm very intrigued.

In which case, the killer

would've pressed the button to this floor,

assuring that the elevator would stop.

And shot him as the elevator doors opened.

- From here, I'd guess. - The doors close,

the elevator went to another floor, where you run into him.

Makes perfect sense, Jessica.

The only question is, who?

Hey!

I see I'm not the only one with a touch of insomnia.

Not really, Sally.

I was just telling Boyd

how I believe you killed Rudy Grimes.

Jessica, have you lost your mind?

No, Sally. When I asked you to prove that Naser

could have beaten the elevator to this floor,

you ran up the stairs, you took a position in the alcove,

overlooking the front entrance.

Why, Sally? Unless you knew

where you fired the shot from?

Jessica, this is utterly ridiculous.

Hardly, miss Otterburn.

We've taken residue samples from the drapes

that show a weapon was shot from here recently.

Surely, you'd have to prove that I was on the scene.

But you were on the scene.

Earlier, I found a cufflink

that inspector Halim had lost that rang a bell.

I remembered that when you entered the lobby last night

after the murder, you were missing an earring.

You must have realized you'd lost it

and came down here just now to look for it.

It was snagged in the drapes over there,

where you were hiding when you shot Rudy Grimes.

When you told me about him,

I knew that he'd never let you off the hook.

I called him.

I didn't even know for sure if he had the statuette,

but I told him that Faris was so desperate

that he had stolen museum funds,

millions in cash, to buy it back.

He was interested, and he said he'd meet me.

That was all I needed.

You planted the weapon in Naser Hasan's apartment?

I'm sorry about that, Jessica.

I couldn't think of anything else.

Boyd, darling, please, try to understand.

A most unfortunate set of circumstances, Mrs. Fletcher.

Perhaps you'll allow me to ease your pain.

There's a charming little restaurant in old Cairo

where they make a delicious, spicy Egyptian stew--

You mean mulukhiyah?

Exactly.

Thank you, inspector, but I think I'll pass.

In only two weeks, I will go to the US embassy

and get my green card,

and then my snake of a cousin, Abdullah,

had better make himself scarce.

Flight 985 to New York is ready...

Better be on my way.

Hey, Tasnin and I have talked.

We're naming our first child after you.

Are you sure it's going to be a girl?

Yes, it's fated. You have made our happiness.

Well, with the help of some very good friends.

I wish you a wonderful life, Naser.

And when I get to New York,

I will put out a good word for you.

You will never have to wait for a taxi again.

Insha' allah, Naser.