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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Tennis is the one thing in my life that's totally mine.

What do you suppose your father is going to think about that?

Are we playing games Jessica? Stay out of my daughter's life.

She sounded like she was ready to do something stupid.

What is the matter with Louise?

Last year, I started having the most awful nightmares.

Aah!

It's no wonder she's in therapy.

When you find the courage

to confront the killer,

he'll never haunt you again.

She's so cool, almost cold.

For god's sake, tell them they're wrong!

I have a future to worry about.

Aaah!

What woke you?

What woke you, Louise?

The wind, I think.

A shutter was banging.

I remember being frightened.

Why?

I don't know.

I wanted to find my mom.

Mommy!

Go on. Please.

And my mother was there.

He's doing it again!

He's doing it, he's killing mommy!

He's killing mommy!

Did he turn toward you this time?

No.

When you find the courage

to allow yourself to confront the killer,

he'll never haunt you again.

It's been a year of promises, Doc.

You're very close now.

Next Tuesday, then?

Yup. Now go warm up for the Open.

All right.

Bye.

Forget stage and T.V. rights.

My best legal advice is still to--

Okay! Take the money and run.

Writers.

Oh! Jessica.

Present company excluded, of course.

I'm sorry I'm so late, but the cross-town traffic was terrible.

How much did Mr. Hartley tell you, Jess?

Well, rushing off to Japan

made him uncharacteristically vague.

But it seems that you are organizing

a charity tennis tournament, which he is sponsoring,

and you need a top-seed woman player?

Ted told me that you're a personal friend

of Louise Henderson's, that you know her father.

Louise and Lane are behind us all the way.

It's just her coach that's hanging us up.

Anyway, Mr. Hartley thought

maybe you'd have some leverage with Wendy Maitlin.

Wendy Maitlin? Ha ha ha!

Portia, we have a real problem.

Heh! Hey, that's one ugly broad!

Come on, I'm gonna take you out to lunch.

There's this awesome thai place over on 3rd.

Um, I can't. I want to say hello

to some friends from cabot cove,

and then Wendy's scheduled a practice.

Doesn't Madame coach ever give you any time off?

A week before the open? Fat chance.

All right, tonight. There's a rad reggae band

playing down in hangar 17.

Sorry!

I'm gonna have to disappoint you, Jamie.

Late hours are out for the duration, right?

Dad, I wasn't gonna--

If you're going to see Jessica, you better change into something decent.

Sure, dad.

Hey, Jamie, give us a break, huh?

She's got a tournament to win.

Yeah. Sure thing, Mr. Henderson.

And you're just the guy

who's gonna show her how to do it.

Well, Wendy and I didn't end up on the best of terms,

to put it mildly.

Ted is perfectly aware of that.

Wendy's a--

How about a world-class louse?

Mea culpa, Jessica. I was a pain in the butt.

That promotional tour that we did together

wasn't the best of times for me,

and I'm sure that I made it more than uncomfortable for you.

Look, Wendy, there's no need to--

Yes, Jessica, I do.

Jessica's misfortune was being around

when they told me that my leg was never going to do

what I wanted it to anymore.

Competitive tennis was over for me.

Well, Wendy, I really like your spirit.

Now, Ted believes that I can persuade you

to let Louise play in his charity tournament.

I would love to say yes,

but I need her to stay focused for the open.

Only reason I'm here is because this lady

put a hammerlock on me. Ha ha ha!

Jessica. Portia.

Louise. It's so good to see you.

Me, too, darling.

Oh, I guess coach had the final word, huh, folks?

She did.

You want me to stay focused.

Yes. Sorry, Jess.

There you are!

Jessica. Hi, how are you?

Hello, Lane.

Miss Dekker.

Excuse the interruption. Memorize this stuff, honey.

It's the responses to the questions

you're bound to get at the espn interview.

Dad, I'm 17 years old. I can handle my own questions.

Just do it. And you guys better hit it.

You've got a court in half an hour.

I was really looking forward

to spending some time with you, Jessica.

I know.

I'm leaving for London at the end of the week,

but maybe we can get together before that.

I'll call. Okay.

Ciao ciao.

Bye.

Jessica. Portia.

Hello?

I couldn't let it end like that.

It mustn't get you down. Jamie.

Listen, nobody's gonna tell us how to live our lives, okay?

Least of all papa svengali.

Jamie, you make everything so much better.

I need to hear it, Louise.

I love you.

I love you, too, babe.

How come you never said those words to me, Jamie?

In Paris last spring?

I demand a rematch. Anytime, anywhere.

It's getting a little old, Francesca.

Besides, everybody knows you've got that heavy thing

going with Andy Bascombe.

Oh. You know I never confuse business

with pure pleasure.

Right now I suggest

you pay a little more attention to business.

- Francesca. How are you? - Hi!

I got us a great table in the garden room, darling.

I'm truly sorry to deprive us

of your scintillating company, Jamie.

You surprised the hell out of me, Henderson.

Taking the top two women players

away from Andy Bascombe's agency

a week before the open?

I don't know if it's guts or pure insanity,

but you ought to rethink it carefully.

What's to rethink, John? Bascombe's contracts

with Louise and Francesca expire on Friday.

What do you know about negotiating endorsement deals?

Andy's forgotten more than you'll ever know.

In all candor, John, aren't you carrying friendship

just a little too far for your own good?

Your company needs the women's open champion

for that plaza racket account.

The law keeps you from getting your hands

on your daughter's money.

Louise loses, you're actually ahead with Francesca.

I think it stinks.

Plaza sports passes.

Sorry. John, but I don't think

you're in a position to do that.

Someone I know who can read a balance sheet

took a peek at yours.

You have no right to this information.

Some of those deposits are very questionable, John.

Among others, one concerning a certain seattle quarterback

with a million-dollar deal

to endorse plaza football helmets.

Those deposits look an awful lot like kickbacks, John.

I'll, um--I'll have to get back to you.

By 5:00 tomorrow.

The plaza racket account.

Oh, and be prepared to get a little beat up on the deal, John.

Three!

Focus, Louise! Two!

Get it together, Louise! Come on!

Five!

Hey, what's happening? What's going on here?

Where's your head today, girl?

I'm sorry. I'm just not with it.

All right. We'll knock off, then.

See what happens when you hang out all hours with the guys?

With Jamie Carlson?

Dad, that's not it.

We double her court practice until the open.

Lane, I don't think that's the greatest idea in the world.

Louise needs I think I know what she needs.

Whatever you're doing with her game certainly isn't working, and--

Dad, please. Let's not go through this again.

Lane, you're undermining everything we're trying to accomplish.

It's no wonder she's in therapy.

She hasn't lost it, she just needs focus, that's all.

What's this about therapy?

Louise is this close

to the most important tournament of her career,

and her game's suddenly gone south.

I think it's time you and I called it quits.

Dad, what are you saying? I mean, you can't.

Not when everything's on the line.

This is for you, hon.

Look, I don't care about me,

but you can't do this to Louise,

not a week before

the most important tournament of her life.

I believe I just fired you, Maitlin.

Hello? Jessica.

I'm sorry we didn't get to talk more this afternoon.

Oh, so am I, Louise.

You don't sound 100%. Is anything wrong?

Frankly, yes.

Everything seems to be falling apart right now.

Excuse me, Sir.

Seeing you brought back some good memories.

Cabot cove and Dr. Hazlitt.

I need to talk to a friend.

I've got this really crazy circus

going on in my head right now, Jess

Jessica, is that you?

Lane? Lane, what happened to Louise?

Oh, she had something she wanted to do.

She's a little uptight about the open,

but that's understandable. Wanted me to say hello.

She'll get back to you.

Brings back old times-- Seeing Jessica again.

I'm sorry about this afternoon.

That was the first I heard about you seeing a shrink.

Now, what's that all about?

Doc's taking me back.

Trying to help me remember...

you know.

I guess.

I'm not sure it wouldn't be better

for both of us to bury all that.

God knows I try.

But if it helps you, honey, I'm all for it.

Dad, firing Wendy isn't going to help me or my tennis any.

I don't think you had a right to do that.

Look, we have come this far--

Oh, please, listen to me for once.

I want Wendy to be with me.

I'm not playing without her.

Is that your shrink talking, or Jamie Carlson?

Jamie has nothing to do with this.

We're on the court tomorrow morning, 10:00!

Dr. Trebaro is not in his office at this time.

His hours are 9:00 to 5:00. If you

so you met with Bascombe? Did you tell him?

No.

Wait. Don't be angry with me, lover.

I told you what to say, Francesca.

Lane, the poor guy thinks he's in love with me.

He's been good to me and

so he'll have a stroke or a heart attack.

Look, I talked to McCarver.

Win the open, there's two million for you on that racket deal,

and I don't want Bascombe claiming any part of it.

If I win the open.

There shouldn't be any trouble.

Wendy Maitlin's out of the picture.

Yes? Can I help you?

Hello?

I'm sorry to stop by so early,

but I tried to phone last night.

The doctor's records indicate a supply

of anti-depressants in the office.

The cabinet has been forced open and cleaned out.

Preliminary indications suggest

a robbery-homicide with a drug motive.

Dr. Trebaro's patient says she entered at approximately

miss Henderson, what time would you say

you found Dr. Trebaro's body?

A little after 7:00.

You were close. You and Dr. Trebaro?

He was more than a father.

I don't know how I'll manage without him.

Hey, kiddo, you look really washed out.

You'll have to sign a statement at some point.

I'll be in touch.

Right.

Hi, kids. Hors d'oeuvres?

No. No, thanks.

Oh, hey, Bart.

Listen, off the record,

privett's coming out with a new shoe this fall.

They're calling it the air ride.

Something tells me your new mvp trophy

is gonna help clinch us a deal, you know what I mean?

Excuse me guys, can we talk, Andy?

What'd you do, swallow a bad oyster or something?

Yeah. Later, Bart.

Mrs. Fletcher. Hello.

Jessica, if you want one of those,

you have to earn it, like the man says.

Ha ha ha! Or be 6'6", I should imagine!

I didn't think this kind of bash was exactly your cup of tea.

Well, you're quite right, but someone told me

that Louise would be here.

I haven't seen her around.

Last night, she sounded very troubled about something.

And she's not answering her phone.

Oh, I wouldn't worry about it too much.

The kid has a reputation for moodiness.

Check it out Jess mucho, mucho bucks milling around,

talking sprained ligaments and busted knees.

A field day

for a bright, up-and-coming young female lawyer.

Damn right. And I think I see

a couple of live prospects now.

Will you excuse me?

Oh, of course.

Mrs. Fletcher, for you.

Oh, thank you.

This is Jessica Fletcher.

Jessica, it's Louise.

Louise? I've been trying to reach you.

Can you meet with me?

Yes, of course. I'll meet you in a half hour.

- At your place? - Right.

What the hell are you telling me John?

Look, you never did like Francesca to begin with

hey, don't land on me.

Look, you've got to take a hard look at both situations.

Henderson, and her.

I don't want to see you get hurt.

I just can't believe this.

Look, Francesca and I, we're seriously involved.

I mean, it's not like her to do something--

Andy, you've got 25 years on the girl. Talk to her..

Believe me, I plan to.

Just where do you and plaza stand in this?

The racket endorsement

will mean half my business next year.

I'm stuck. Plaza's had the top woman in tennis 12 years running.

I lose that, there goes my job.

And that'll be all my business next year.

Great party, Andy.

Portia.

You look like you lost a client, maybe?

In which case you'll need a good lawyer.

Not now huh, Portia?

Louise?

You got tennis balls between your ears, Jamie?

I thought I made it clear. Louise is off limits

Mr. Henderson... okay.

But the doctor that Louise was seeing is dead.

She called me, she sounded like she was ready

to do something stupid. Nobody's seen her--

Hey. My daughter is my concern.

She's gonna be okay.

I don't seem to be able to get through to you, Jamie

I mean, you wouldn't feel 100%

if the press started asking you questions about that drug charge

you bribed your way out of in Rome last year.

What do you want, man?

A friend faxed me a charge sheet this morning,

and there you were, Jamie--

Your signature and your mug shot, big as life.

Now, it's not what I would do with something like that,

but if it fell into the wrong hands,

the Davis cup people would be real interested,

to say nothing of the professional tennis association.

You want to do tennis a real service, Jamie?

Stay out of my daughter's life.

I freaked out, seeing Doc lying there

this policewoman, lieutenant karr

she had this attitude like she was trying to get in my head or something.

Estelle karr. Yes I've heard that she's very competent

I, um-- I took a long walk,

and it finally dawned on me

what Doc was forever saying.

My life has always been in somebody else's hands,

and I had to get it back,

one way or the other.

It frightened me, but at the same time,

it made me somehow stronger.

What do you suppose your father

is going to think about that?

Dad? He's gonna have to lump it.

For starters, I just rehired Wendy.

And Wendy has had her arm twisted

and agrees herewith to let Louise play

in Ted's charity tournament.

You're sure?

I mean, it's no big deal if you don't.

No, no, I want to. Tennis is the one thing

in my life that is totally mine.

Nobody can take that from me. Nobody can do it for me.

I'm readier now than I've ever been.

So how about it? I got us a court.

Go on. I'll be right along.

Jamie said he'd hit some balls with me.

Uh... I see a look, Jessica.

Something's bothering you.

I can't quite put my finger on it,

but, you know, the girl that walked out that door

doesn't sound like Louise anymore.

I mean, she should be devastated.

She's so cool, almost cold.

Look, I'm telling you,

I will find a way to forget

about what's gone on between you and Henderson

it's over and done with.

Andy, please get it through your head

you and I have had some good times.

"Good times?" My god, Francesca

we have talked about having a real life together,

and children.

That place we looked at in sun valley--

What was that all about?

Don't do this to me Francesca, I beg you.

What's Henderson going to give you that I haven't, huh?

He's all but signed a deal with John McCarver.

I'll have the plaza sports racket endorsement.

John will give that to us.

Lane's deal is for twice the money.

In two years, I'll be finished on the tour.

I have a future to worry about.

I won't give you up to that...

Henderson? Hi, Andy Bascombe here.

Yeah. Sure, you don't take prisoners, okay.

Look, as far as Francesca's concerned.

That's water under the bridge, hmm?

That's an old man's fantasy.

Look, Lane, there's a situation

that I think I can put together for us and--

No, no. No, listen, listen, listen, it's--

No, it's worth three times more.

40-15. Match point, ms Henderson.

Yes.

Game, set and match to Louise Henderson, 6-3, 6-2.

Good game.

Great game, baby! Ohh!

Oh!

You okay? Never better.

Now you go win yours.

Jessica, it's Louise.

I wish I could see you right now,

but you're not there, right?

Jessica?

Please answer.

- Will that be all, Sir? - Yes.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome, Sir.

Ah! Come on in. Join me a drink.

How about a scotch? Neat.

Absolutely.

Excuse me.

Yeah. Bascombe here.

Oh, right, right. Hold on, please.

Look, it's Paris. It's kind of important

so I'll just take it in the other room, okay?

Won't be a moment. Thanks.

Wendy? Wait!

He's dead.

You said you heard the gunshot

and saw the body when you came out of the bedroom.

Yeah.

You were in the bedroom how long, Mr. Bascombe?

I don't know. It couldn't have been more

than a couple of minutes.

I was on a call from Paris, I finished that,

came in and found him dead.

I see.

This suite is a crime scene.

It'll be off limits for at least 24 hours. Yeah, big deal.

They'll find another arrangement for me.

Well, is that it? That's it for now.

Uptight female cops with something to prove.

I'll have your deposition ready

sometime after noon tomorrow, Mrs. Fletcher.

By then, I'll probably have more questions.

There goes my trip to London.

I was supposed to leave today,

but I'll stay available.

Miss Henderson...

you up to answering a few questions?

I think I'd give her some time, lieutenant.

She's not in any shape to answer questions just now.

Sorry, but I do have to ask.

There's no love lost

between you and your father, is that correct?

Where were you when he was shot?

She was with me I'm asking ms. Henderson.

Jamie and I were together.

Must've been a rough couple of days for you, Louise.

We all understand that.

You may go.

Louise, you called and left a message.

Oh, it was nothing. I just wanted to talk.

Do me a favor, Jessica?

I'll stay with Louise. Call Portia and tell her.

The kid's gonna have to be a scratch tomorrow.

Don't! I'm playing tomorrow.

It's what I do, remember?

You know her from before?

For some years.

Has she always been a cold fish?

I mean, bang! The Doc was like a father,

and the other, the real thing gone, just like that.

You're looking for tears, sorrow, devastation.

So am I, lieutenant.

Aside from your observations

that the perpetrator was blond

and seemed to have a noticeable limp,

you said the light was poor, but did you identify

the weapon he or she was carrying?

Well, it appeared to be nickel-plated.

From the size, I'd say it was either a .22

or a. 38 revolver.

You were on the trebaro case, lieutenant.

You must've considered a connection.

Except trebaro's bullet was .44 caliber.

And there's no commonality of motive.

To all appearances,

trebaro's killer was after the doctor's drugs.

I'm still looking into the possibilities, though.

Okay let's go!

Great!

Follow through. Be careful. Stay low.

Good.

Ah, watch the topspin.

You lost it on that one.

Good!

Here you are. Thanks.

Can she get it together for the open?

She's sure been taking the cover off those balls.

I just got a call from that bright-eyed,

bushy-tailed female lawyer, Portia Dekker

as of last night, she's speaking for Francesca

- Guess what? - What?

Wants to renew her agency contract with me.

Well. The king is dead. Long live the king.

Hey!

So, what about the lady?

Hmm. Francesca called, matter of fact.

She's had second thoughts and wants to get together.

Just remember, they're second thoughts. Hmm?

It's incredible what something like Henderson's murder.

Can do to clear up the decks of trouble.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you saying you think that I killed him?

Hey, tell me you did. I'll keep a secret.

Well, as a matter of fact, on the phone last night,

Henderson said he had the goods on you.

Which makes me think that, uh,

you had as good a reason to pull the trigger as I did.

All right. Turn it off! That's enough, Louise.

Save some for Francesca!

I can't wait! Thanks for the workout, kiddo!

Hey, my friend here did all the work.

Hey, you're still losing some of your topspin, though.

Get under it. Get it out in front of you.

Hit through the ball.

I gotcha. Ha ha!

Good job!

So which one of the girls are you putting your money on?

Why, does it matter?

Either way, your company will have the racket endorsement

from the top woman in tennis.

And either way, you're gonna agent the deal.

Sounds good to me.

Definitely.

Did you see that? It's great.

Jamie, take this. You okay?

- Miss Maitlin. - Yes?

I'd appreciate it if you'd accompany me to the precinct.

Why, lieutenant? You already have my statement.

Louise has a charity final in three hours.

I'll try and get back.

Wendy, you didn't have anything to do with...

of course not.

Win or lose, you do what you know how to do.

Jamie, take care of her for me.

I can't imagine on what grounds

you're holding Wendy Maitlin.

She's not held. She's answering questions voluntarily.

But from what I've heard, there were many others

who had strong cases against Lane Henderson.

Oh yeah, sure there were. Andrew Bascombe,

John McCarver, Jamie Carlson.

All had a motive,

all have corroborated alibis. Maitlin has none.

Yes, but Bascombe was virtually alone with the victim.

We checked phone company records

and the party he was talking to in Paris.

Bascombe never left the phone for the duration of the call,

and was still on when the guy in Paris

swears he heard the shot.

Oh, by the way, we found the murder weapon,

dumped in a mail chute.

A nickel-plated .38, just like you said.

Mrs. Fletcher?

Thanks for the coffee.

And bon voyage and all that.

Oh, not at all. Thanks for saving me a trip.

I called Dr. Trebaro's office.

The tape of you last session was missing, Louise.

I am certain that I spotted it in your father's briefcase

when we met in the starlight room.

Well, that's crazy. You're saying dad took it?

Why would he do that?

Well, I had the same question.

Whatever was on it

was obviously very important to him.

Gosh. I don't think I can help you.

I mean... so much has happened since then,

I just can't remember much of anything.

I'm sorry but I don't buy that, Louise.

You left a very urgent message on my machine earlier today.

Now, what was that all about?

You said you wanted help Wendy.

Jamie!

Hold it.

Your hunch was right about miss Maitlin.

He has the hair you saw.

Long and blond enough to qualify,

the clothes pretty much unisex.

And, like you said, anybody can phony up a limp.

What do you have on Jamie, lieutenent?

One of his fingerprints on an unfired round

in the .38 we found,

an id from the street dealer he bought it off,

a strong motive and no alibi.

But Jamie was with me.

Jamie admits he lied, miss Henderson,

and I'd guess you were covering for him.

Jamie, tell them they're wrong!

Shh, shh. They're right about a few things,

not about what counts. I'll be back in a flash.

But I don't want you-- Hey, hey, hey.

Look, they gotta prove something first, right?

Just stay cool. Everything's gonna be fine.

Let's go.

He didn't do it, Jessica.

I'm sure he didn't.

But we haven't finished with each other, either.

I know I should've told you before this, Jessica.

Maybe you would've been able to help me through it.

And you knew about mom's murder,

why they put me with grandma in cabot cove.

Yes, I remember, Louise.

Last year, I started having

the most awful nightmares.

It turned out I had buried mom's death

in the darkest corner of my mind.

Doc said that if I faced up to the memory

the nightmares would stop.

I was willing to try anything.

Doc took me back to the night of my mom's murder.

But I could never finish the dream.

Then the night before last,

I had the worst nightmare ever,

and I remembered.

The killer finally turned and faced me.

It was dad. He was smiling at me.

Telling me not to be frightened.

Bundling me up, taking me to bed,

kissing me good night.

My father.

To think that I blanked it out all this time.

It's not uncommon, Louise.

I mean, a severe emotional trauma

can and does cause amnesia.

You forgot so you wouldn't have to face the memory.

Your forthrightness is a credit to you miss Henderson.

So that you know, last night our people

went through your father's belongings

and found a .44 revolver, recently fired.

Forensics says it's the same weapon that killed Dr. Trebaro.

And, as his only witness to your mother's murder--

I might've been next. I thought about that.

Can I see Jamie now?

Not now. Tomorrow.

And that's a promise.

I've gotta be on my way,

but I thought you might appreciate this little item.

It wasn't a bullet that killed Lane Henderson.

What are you saying, lieutenant?

Autopsy showed the slug missed all major organs and arteries,

and Henderson would've lived.

Assuming it was Jamie Carlson,

he must've realized the guy was alive

but couldn't afford the noise of another shot.

He finished him off with a blow to the head.

A heavy, blunt weapon of some kind killed Henderson,

not the bullet.

Well, that certainly changes things.

You must have combed the hotel

for this heavy, blunt object?

Top to bottom. We'll find it...

same as we did the gun.

And it doesn't change anything,

as far as I can see.

You a bowler, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, no, no, no. That's my mystery writer's award.

Though I must say it does look rather like...

Mrs. Fletcher?

Bye-bye.

Uh, lieutenant?

Has Mr. Bascombe's suite

been released back to him yet?

No. Around 5:30 today.

Louise, I think I know why and how

your father was killed.

Now you and I both know that it wasn't Jaime..

So now we have to level with each other.

It's the only chance we have

to help Jamie and you get this out of this jam.

Now, you've told me half the truth.

Louise, now I want it all.

What a hoot catching all you guys together.

Sorry I missed the celebration, Jess.

I was with our accountant.

Well, it's a record, folks.

The charity has cleared $155,000.

Portia, you earned it all, and Ted is gonna be so pleased.

Thanks.

Ladies. Portia said you'd all be here.

Oh, Louise. I, uh--

I'd like to convey my condolences to you.

Thank you, Andy.

Um... Jessica was just saying

she can prove Jamie murdered my father.

What's surprising about that? Police have him dead to rights.

All but for one clue in your suite,

which apparently they overlooked.

What clue? For heaven's sakes, Jessica.

Are we playing games, Jessica?

In a fashion. Will you indulge me?

Well, if it'll cinch the case against Carlson, Andy.

Why the hell not?

The police should be out of there by now.

Let's go up to my place for a drink, then.

Oh. Captain.

Charge this to my room. Yes, Sir.

It could've been almost anybody that I saw in that dark corridor,

wearing sportswear and colors

common to many others in the hotel.

But clearly, this person was blond and had a limp.

What didn't occur to me until much later

was that it was the right leg,

which should have ruled out Wendy immediately.

Louise, will you tell us

how you injured your right ankle?

The night that your father was killed,

I noticed you were limping.

She nicked it with her racket during the match.

Louise will tell you that, that isn't true

she never limped during or after the match.

But she did do something odd,

which, at the time, I put down to absentmindedness.

She took Jamie's carry-all with her.

What was in that bag, Louise?

My god, Jessica, what are you trying to do?

It was the gun that Jaime bought and loaded for you,

the weapon to kill your father with

for his cruelties, for those dreadful nightmares,

for the murder of your mother.

What the hell is this? Not another word.

We're out of here, girl.

No, Wendy.

Jessica had it figured before we came here.

I told Jaime the gun was for self-protection,

that I'd been getting letters from some psycho.

I'd reached a point

where I believed that would never be happy...

as long as my father was in my life.

That night, I went to his room.

He wasn't there. Then on the way back,

the door to the suite was open.

I saw him.

For the longest moment,

I thought I couldn't do it,

it was wrong.

Then all of the fear and the craziness

from my nightmare took over and I fired.

And running out the door, I clobbered my ankle

on the doorstop.

It hurt like the dickens.

My god, I don't believe this.

But I thought you said you could prove

Jamie committed the murder.

I did, didn't I?

A ruse, but essential

if a certain item was to be preserved as evidence.

You see, Lane Henderson

had two intended killers, not one.

He would have survived Louise's bullet.

But in the time it took me to reach the fire door

and return to find Mr. Bascombe kneeling by the body,

the actual murderer struck the blow that killed him.

I'm, um-I'm calling time, Mrs. Fletcher

it's late, and I think we've all had enough theatrics for one day.

Why not let her finish. Mr. Bascombe?

No harm in theatrics.

Besides, Mrs. Fletcher has me hooked

this morning, the lieutenant reminded me

of the mvp trophy that was here

during your cocktail party,

but was missing after the murder.

Where is it now?

Why that, um belonged to Bart leroy

I guess he must've taken it with him or something.

Mr. Leroy says he didn't

after the murder, I was also struck

by the displacement of this lamp--

As if somebody in a great hurry

had made it a hiding place.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.

You have a logical explanation

for any of this, Mr. Bascombe?

I'm sure we'll find your fingerprints all over the trophy.

Andy, for god's sakes, tell them they're wrong!

No, I-- I can't, John.

The man was taking everything from me--

Francesca, my business.

I mean, he was destroying lives.

Yeah. Is there any one--

Is there any one of you who isn't better off

because Henderson is dead?

So the Judge went through lieutenant karr's reports,

and he's scheduled a juvenile hearing two months from now.

Meantime, heavy schedules of rehabilitation sessions?

Oh, yes. I'm actually looking forward

to getting my head straightened out.

No us open?

I'll leave that to Francesca.

Maybe next year, though. Who knows?

You're finally off to London? Mm-hmm.

Thank you, for everything. That goes double.

It'll be next year for you too, Jamie right?

Well, with probation and everything.

But, hey, you know, look what I'm missing this year.

I'd have had to get through guys like courier and becker...

Sanchez, Chang...

sampras, agassi. Ha ha!

Seems to me you missed out on a good thing!