All language subtitles for MrSWr1202

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Before this evening’s over,

I will have lied to half the people in Aspen.

You’re looking at 10 million bucks.

If it was murder, we only pay five.

If you want me to represent you,

do not say another word.

They’re crazy to think that my mother could kill anyone.

You deserve much better than me.

Get that gorgeous little body of yours over here.

That sounds wonderful, Gloria.

Someone is lying in their teeth and we’ve got to put a stop to it.

I am getting in deeper by the second.

Jessica, that is totally cockeyed.

Put them all together, and, uh... boom.

- Hi. - Hi.

Let’s go hit the town, baby.

Oh, my God, I can’t believe they fell for that.

They’re suckers, I’m telling you. I told you.

Oh, God.

What the... where the heck’s the car?

Oh, there it is. It’s over there.

Where’d you learn to play pool like that?

Man!

Many, many years. Many, many...

Many, many years ago.

Well, thanks to you, we’re rich again.

Oh, God. Something like that. It was something like that.

Come here.

Oh, Laney. Laney, I just want you to be certain,

because you know this is going to cost you, big time.

I mean, honey, you’re moving faster now than you did when you were on

the Nascar circuit, and that was real fast.

Okay, Terry, I want to ask you a question.

Including last night, how many hours have you spent with my husband?

- Total? - Mmm-hmm.

Maybe one.

Well, we’ve been married for three years, and since I moved here,

Grant hasn’t been with me a whole lot more than that,

except when I went down to Palm Beach to see him.

Well, you knew going in he preferred it down there.

This has never been a marriage.

It isn’t even a good arrangement.

Okay, say it. Say it.

I’ll never learn, right?

Honey, that’s not exactly what I had in mind.

Oh, no, no, no, Terry.

You deserve much better than me.

You realize you’ve been telling me that for the last 20 years?

Well, that’s only because you haven’t gotten the message

over my first three marriages.

All right. I’ll file the divorce papers.

Maybe this time, we’ll get lucky and he won’t demand too much.

- Hey, Milo. - Hi.

Counselor.Ma’am.

What is it, Milo?

It’s your husband, ma’am.

Mr. Boswell, he’s, uh...

he’s been killed in a car crash.

I can’t believe that the Sheriff’s people are back here again.

Well, maybe this time, they’ve got good news.

Sure, they do.

Look, Jess, I feel really awful,

dragging you out of your way to do

my piddly little interview show,

and having you find me strung out like this.

I’m sorry.

Laney, after all we’ve been through,

you don’t have to make excuses.

It’s Sherman, Sheriff. Gina Sherman.

And you might want to take a note that I liked my stepfather

even less than my mother did.

Mmm-hmm. Right. And...

you were away at school in Vermont at the time of the accident?

Milo, it’s been over a month since Grant died.

Isn’t it about time you left us alone?

That’s all of it, Mrs. Boswell.

But as I’m sure you can understand, Mrs. Fletcher,

judging from those books you write,

you know, since we’ve uncovered

the possibility of foul play,

well, we have to follow these things up.

Yes. I read where your forensics team had found evidence of flammable liquid.

Regular, commercial paint thinner.

It apparently began to leak out

as the car glanced off the trees and rocks

on its way down into the canyon.

And remnants of a triggering device?

Near the passenger compartment.

Fragments of what might’ve been an alkaline battery,

and a tiny amount of mercury, probably from a mercury switch.

Put them all together, and, uh... boom.

Of course, batteries and paint thinner

are pretty commonplace items.

And mercury, I mean, that could’ve come from a thermometer

that just happened to be in the car.

That’s what I’ve been trying to tell them, Jessica.

Ma’am, it is looking less and less

like it’s going to go anywhere.

Ladies.

Too bad about Grant.

I wish I’d gotten to know him better.

You didn’t miss a whole lot.

- Olivia Archer speaking. - Olivia?

Terry, darling, you must be reading my mind.

I was just about to call you.

Livvie, I want to know whether or not I’m going to have to sue you people.

Terry, Terry. Not.

We’re giving up our investigation.

You can tell your client

we’ll be processing her check in a matter of days.

For her full five million?

Double indemnity, just like in the small print.

Majority Insurance stands by its commitments.

Livvie, why is it I don’t believe you?

I can’t imagine, darling.

Maybe you ought to have that looked at.

That was the Terry Folger?

The guy that used to be the hotshot criminal lawyer?

Mmm. The Aspen Sheriff’s Department

found evidence that Grant Boswell’s car

may have been sabotaged.

Rigged, so it would burn when it crashed.

This Mrs. Boswell, she’s not the one who...

Uh-huh.

The former Laney Sherman.

She made Barbara Walters look like a sissy.

Her husband carried a five-million-dollar policy with us--

Half payable to his widow, the other half to his niece.

Maybe he wasn’t the guy who was in the car.

No such luck. The dental records checked out.

That means with the accident clause,

you’re looking at 10 million bucks.

If it was an accident.

If it was murder, we only pay five.

Let me guess.

If you could prove that the wife whacked him,

you wouldn’t even have to pay her half.

But there’s an even better option for Majority.

Grant Boswell took out the policy

just under two years ago.

If it was suicide,

and I urge you to prove that it was--

We won’t have to pay a penny.

Ah, Olivia!

I’ve got a problem with that kind of thing, ethically.

Charlie, this is me you’re talking to.

Look, I went way out at the end of the plank

to get you your fee,

plus two and a half percent of whatever you save us.

Yes or no?

Three percent.

And remind me never to buy insurance from you people.

Now, what’s my cover?

Mr. Folger said the insurance company

needs your signature on this, Mrs. Boswell,

so that they can issue you your check.

Well, it’s taken them long enough.

I know he’s been pushing them very hard.

I’m donating my half of the proceeds to charity,

but I would like to see Grant’s niece receive her half.

And you can tell Terry that I’m not thrilled that he’s still allowing

the Sheriff’s department to harass me.

I’ll let him know. Thank you, Mrs. Boswell.

Thank you.

Gina!

Welcome back to Aspen.

How long you going to be here?

A few months.

I took the semester off from school.

Well, I hope we can spend some time together.

I really don’t think so, Phil.

- Gina... - Mother, it is over with Phil.

Darman Keene is an artist and an intellectual...

Gina, when are you going to face the truth?

Darman is an intellectually impoverished hack

who hasn’t had an original idea in 10 years.

I’m telling you, Harold,

it’s the biggest thing to happen to music

since rock ’n’ roll.

Get with it, man.

Harold, you are not listening.

Okay, Harold, then how about this?

A whole new spin on the rap scene.

Rap music as a metaphor for the decline of Western Civilization.

Harold, your readers will devour it. I...

Okay, Harold, then you tell me what you want.

I think I deserve...

Harold, I need an assignment,

as in n-e-e-d. Capisce?

All right, fine. Fine.

Then I will come up with something by tomorrow, guaranteed.

Sorry about that. Now, how soon can you get

that gorgeous little body of yours over here?

Yes, well, I’m terribly sorry I missed my earlier appointment,

but our flight from Morocco was delayed.

But my hair is an absolute mess,

so the sooner you can do something with it.

Oh, wait till you see what I have in mind.

Well, that sounds wonderful, Gloria.

Got to run some errands.

Well, I hope it’s to get us some money, and quickly.

I’m working on it.

I’ll be right over.

Mr. Pembroke? I thought it was you.

Nice to see you again.

Thanks, Carmichael.

Oh, Mr. Folger? Terry Folger? Howard Dietrich.

Stocks, bonds, derivatives, subordinated debentures, that sort of thing.

I’m just in from Palm Beach,

and I couldn’t help but recognize you

from your photograph in the newspapers,

and, of course, all of those cases

you’ve tried on television.

You know, we had a client in common,

the late Grant Boswell.

Well, correction, Mr. Dietrich,

but I represent Mrs. Boswell.

What brings you to Aspen?

Well, my firm is looking to open an office here.

We have a lot of customers that winter in the area.

Charlie?

Charlie Garrett.

Charlie, what are you doing here?

I think you must be mistaken.

My name is Dietrich, Howard Dietrich.

Wait a minute. I know you. You’re...

your name is Fletcher, right?

And we met in Coral City, right?

Of course, Mr. Dietrich.

You were working on a mystery, as I recall.

You must tell me how your writing is coming along.

- Terry. - Jessica.

Darman?

Darman?

You miserable...

My goodness, if it isn’t life imitating farce once again.

Olivia figured that the Dietrich cover would give me access to the people

that Grant Boswell knew around here.

I tell you, this altitude,

it’s killing my allergies.

So, despite the fact

that Majority Insurance had nothing that specifically

pointed to Laney,

this Olivia Archer had chosen

to lie to her and to her attorney.

Wait a minute, I don’t think we can call it a full-fledged lie.

I think she just figured it’ll take a few days to process the check,

and who knows, in the meantime,

maybe I can come up with something.

Well, in any case,

I have no choice but to tell Laney what’s going on.

Jessica, I wish you wouldn’t do that.

You know, I need this gig, just to pay the rent.

I was kind of thinking

maybe you could give me a few days,

at least to make it look like I was earning my fee.

All right, but I want you to promise me

that you won’t be bothering Laney.

Oh, absolutely. You got it.

Tell me, how long have you and Laney Boswell known each other?

I’m just curious, that’s all.

Really, Mr. Keene,

I don’t think I belong in a rock ’n’ roll magazine,

and I’m not sure its readers would think so, either.

No, nonsense. They will love it.

"Mystery writer spans gen gap." It would be...

Oh! Which is why your last successful effort was when,

about two years ago?

Darman, for some unfathomable reason,

those new people from Beaver Creek

are dying to meet you.

Gina. Gina, Gina, you have got to understand.

It’s not what it looked like.

Sydney Pembroke forced herself on me. She...

Darman, let go of me.

I’m sorry. Mr. Dietrich, is it?

That’s all right.

I was a great fan of your mother’s old interview show.

By the way, I understand that she and your stepfather weren’t on the best of terms.

Mr. Dietrich, there you are. Gina, please excuse us.

Howard, you promised me...

Mr. Dietrich, been looking for you.

I wanted to get your opinion

on derivatives and subordinated debentures.

Subordinated debentures?

Oh! Tsk, tsk.

He simply cannot resist talking business.

Terry, please forgive us,

but Howard is in the midst of helping me with my portfolio.

I beg your pardon, maybe I can grab a minute of your time later on in the week.

Oh, I’m sure you can.

- What’s the matter? - I am furious with myself

for going along with your charade.

Well, look, I’m sorry, I just thought...

I mean, at the rate we’re going,

before this evening’s over, I will have lied to half the people in Aspen.

- Jessica. - I’m so embarrassed.

Mr. Dietrich, there’s somebody I want you to meet.

Grant’s niece, Nancy Boswell.

Mrs. Fletcher, I can’t tell you what a pleasure this is.

Mr. Dietrich.

Pleasure to meet you.

It’s such a nice surprise for me.

I never thought I’d meet her in person.

I know I should have warned you.

I managed to get a few days off,

and I thought I’d take the opportunity to collect the things

that uncle Grant had left for me,

so I just jumped on the first plane,

and came as soon as I could.

Ladies. Mr. Dietrich.

There’d better be a good reason for this intrusion, Milo.

There, uh... there is, ma’am.

An eyewitness has come forward.

I’m afraid I have to place you under arrest

for murdering your husband.

This is outrageous.

A million dollars bail?

Gina, I had to fight to keep it that low.

District attorney’s office claims that they have a real solid case.

And I suppose they know your mother can afford it.

This eyewitness, apparently, it’s somebody

who claims to have seen Laney buying the incendiary materials

- That caused Grant’s car to burn up. - Oh, dear.

Then there’s her knowledge of automobiles...

and the fact that she and Grant fought on the day of his death.

Milo, I can’t believe that you people are dumb enough to think

that I would gamble my freedom to kill some lowlife...

- Laney! - What?

If you want me to represent you,

you do not say another word.

Phone call for Mr. Dietrich.

Phone call for Mr. Howard Dietrich.

Excuse me, can I use this phone? Thanks.

Yes, this is Howard Dietrich speaking.

Olivia Archer on the line.

Yes, yes. Please, put her on.

Olivia, I’m glad you called.

Charlie, your services are terminated,

effective immediately.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You mean just because the Boswell woman was arrested?

Exactly.

This is all coming up roses for Majority Insurance.

We’re off the hook on the double indemnity,

and from the sound of it,

we won’t even have to pay Mrs. Boswell’s share.

Look, Olivia, I don’t think the lady did it,

and I believe I can prove that.

Drop it.

Now, look, I’ve booked you on an 8 o'clock flight.

Yeah? And what if I tell you to go to hell?

I’m warning you, Charlie.

If you start messing with the case the Aspen authorities

have against her, I’ll...

pardon me, would you happen to be Howard Dietrich

of the Palm Beach firm of Lebbins, Hargis and Cole?

Yes, I am.

Well, I guess the world really is nine by twelve.

You know, an old friend of mine down there is a client of yours.

Jim Granger?

Jim Granger. Yes.

Jim can’t stop talking about how well you’ve managed his investments.

Well, Jim does tend to exaggerate, you know,

but then, that’s old Jim.

Look, I’ve got an appointment, I’m sorry, mister...

Vernon. Nice to meet you.

Pleasure to see you, Sir.

Harold, come on. How many writers do you know

that are as close to Laney Boswell as moi?

Tight with her daughter?

We were about to announce our engagement when this whole thing happened.

That’s my point.

It’ll have a totally inside spin,

and I can provide you with the first 3,000 words

by the end of the week.

Harold.

Harold, don’t do this to me.

Okay. Okay. Fine. I’ll get back to you.

- You didn’t get the assignment? - No. I got it,

provided I supply him with the name of the eyewitness

before he goes to press with the next issue.

Now, what would you give

if I could tell you exactly who it is?

You’ve got to be kidding.

I mean, just when and where did Anthony Pembroke

see me buying these things?

Well, the District Attorney claims

that Anthony is prepared to testify

that it happened just a few days before Grant’s death.

But why would he do such a thing?

I hardly know the man.

There are all sorts of possibilities, Laney.

I mean, the desire for the spotlight, revenge,

real or imagined, for a slight.

Or maybe he really believes what he’s saying.

He’s lying, Terry.

Well, then, we have nothing to worry about, do we?

Look, darling, I came forward because I believed it was my civic duty, all right?

I saw Laney Boswell buying that stuff.

I was standing two feet from her.

Anthony, who’s going to employ you

when you have to be on call as a witness

in some dreary murder trial?

At this rate, we’re never going to get enough money together

for a down payment on some stinking condo,

much less build this lodge you’ve been fantasizing about.

Sydney, will you stop?

I signed the contract with the builders.

They break ground in two weeks.

You have completely gone over the edge.

How do you intend to pay for this?

You’ll need to trust me on this.

Trust you? I did that already, remember?

This ties it, Tony.

Syd. Wait!

Yes, Terry thinks it’s possible your mom did it,

but that’s his job and his experience talking.

As her defense lawyer,

he assumes she’s innocent, and it goes from there.

Yeah, well, there’s still another thing that’s bothering me.

The cases that he’s been losing?

Gina, nobody bats 1,000. Terry Folger’s a legend.

Look, Gina,

I wanted to say that I’m very sorry that Darman hurt you.

Gina, he speaks for me, too.

I would really appreciate another chance.

Go away, Darman.

No, no, no, Gina, you don’t understand this.

This woman, she’s a vulture. It won’t happen again.

Hello! What he’s saying is you won’t catch him at it again.

Oh, man. Gina!

Phil, I’d really appreciate

if you’d give us a chance to talk privately.

- Dar? - Hmm?

Just so you know, I’m not convinced.

Oh, hey, I don’t blame you, but it’s a start.

Can we grab a cup of coffee?

You know, all this business with your mother

is really quite dreadful.

I mean, she’s quite an amazing person.

You never talked about what it was like growing up with her.

Sheriff, I hear you have just about

put Mrs. Boswell in her husband’s car with a box of matches, and...

Whoa! Hold off, Mr. Dietrich.

You’re inquiring about Anthony Pembroke ’cause... why?

I’m a concerned citizen.

Uh-huh. Of Florida.

Look, Sheriff...

may I call you Milo?

No.

Okay. I can live with that.

Now I’m going to level with you.

You see, I’ve got a problem with Pembroke.

He has retained me as his financial advisor

to manage his investment portfolio,

and he hasn’t exactly been forthright

with his financial information.

You know, bank balances, that sort of thing...

- Get to the point, okay, Mr. Dietrich? - I’m coming to that.

Now, I figured, as interested party to interested party,

you know, you might be able to share

any background information you might have...

What we know about Pembroke is none of your business.

Well, I understand that, but I’m a responsible businessman,

and you’re here to protect...

Sheriff Pike.

- Milo, this is Floyd. - Yeah. Hold on a sec.

You have a business card you can leave me?

Yeah. I left them in the hotel room.

I’ll tell you what, I’ll drop one by later.

No. That’s okay. Just write down your address

and phone number of your home office in Palm Beach.

Yeah, Floyd, what do you want?

Floyd?

Floyd, I’m not going to be able to bowl this week.

- Come on. - Or probably next.

What do you mean?

Because I’m up to my eyeballs in this Boswell case is why.

Outside of the fact that he’s got a flashy wife,

I know nothing about Pembroke,

except that I think he’s into respectable crap shooting--

Stocks, that sort of stuff.

Anyway, assuming he’s lying, he’s probably trying

to take suspicion off of himself.

Or off somebody else.

Oh, that guy.

It’s bad enough that Olivia set me up as a stockbroker,

about which I know nothing,

but she also gave me the name of a real stockbroker

that that guy knows about.

Charlie, you told me

that Anthony Pembroke was asking you about investing.

Yeah, he said he was expecting some fairly big bucks.

Hello. Mr. Dietrich. Jessica.

Ready to head over to the studio and be interviewed

- by a murder suspect? - It’ll be the first time.

- Do I have time to make a phone call? - Of course you do.

I’ll only be a moment.

Ladies.

So let me guess.

We’re not talking good news, right?

Not even close.

The Grand Jury just handed down an indictment.

I’m to bring you in tomorrow morning for arraignment,

first-degree murder.

Oh, mom.

On the basis of Anthony Pembroke’s testimony?

Mainly.

Pembroke claims he saw you between 3:25 and 3:40

on the afternoon of April 25th,

buying the mercury switch and the paint thinner.

He says he can even remember the brand name on the can,

from Burnside’s Hardware Store.

That’s nonsense, and I can prove it.

April 25th, here...

- Laney? - There are no entries on that day.

Did you question the clerk in the hardware store?

He doesn’t remember seeing Laney, but there is a record

for cash sales on that date for those items.

Laney, dear, there must be other ways

that you can account for your whereabouts that day.

But, five weeks ago?

I can’t remember last Tuesday unless I look it up.

Gina.

Incredible. I can’t believe I’m stupid enough

to let Darman con me again.

Hey, hey, what’s really important

is that maybe now you’ll believe me.

You’re damn straight this indictment’s going to screw us up.

What’re we going to do now?

Bottom line, someone is lying in their teeth,

and we’ve got to put a stop to it, and fast.

Cheers.

Hey, what... no!

I think that it was close to 3:00 a.m.

by the time we finally stopped jabbering and said good night.

Jessica and I haven’t seen each other a whole lot in the last few years.

I don’t suppose you’d fudge a little on the time

- because of your friendship. - No, I wouldn’t.

Sheriff Pike, that was uncalled for.

Yeah. I apologize, ma’am.

But I’m sure you can understand what a relief this has got to be

to Mrs. Boswell here, and Mr. Folger,

what with the chief witness against her suddenly, you know, out of the picture.

Would you mind telling me where you were

between 11:00 and 2:00 a.m.?

Working late at my office.

And your daughter, Mrs. Boswell?

Uh, she left the Lodge with Phil Carmichael.

They were together. It was late, around 10:00.

What time did she get back?

She didn’t return.

Really? Hmm.

You recognize something there, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh!

Just that shard of glass caught my eye.

They’re crazy to think that my mother could kill anybody.

Look, sweetheart,

maybe I’ve worked with a lawyer for too long,

but I think you better prepare yourself for the worst.

Even you’re not all that sure, are you?

Wrong. All those hours talking last night,

what'd you think it was about?

Being straight with each other.

You’re right. I doubted you.

I’m sorry.

No, I have no idea how much Anthony planned to invest, and frankly,

given the circumstances, I find your questions in rather bad taste.

Oh, believe me, I can understand

how you might take it that way, Mrs. Pembroke,

but I’m just here to offer my help during this difficult period.

Now, I couldn’t help but notice that the other night

at the arts festival, you came with that guy,

Terry Folger, the lawyer.

Terry and I go back a long way,

although I can’t imagine what business it is of yours.

Well, it really isn’t my business,

but I didn’t see your husband there,

so I couldn’t help but wonder...

I think it’s time for you to leave, Mr. Dietrich.

Yeah. Sure.

And you wouldn’t have any idea why Mr. Pembroke

went to the alley last night, would you?

If it’s okay, Mrs. Pembroke,

I’d like to take `your statement.

Oh, certainly. Please, come in.

It was so considerate of you to stop by, Mr. Dietrich.

You know, Sheriff, why don’t I just stick around until you’re finished,

and then I can tell you what I know.

Goodbye, Mr. Dietrich.

Oh, any time you want to talk to me, Sheriff,

I’ll be in room 416.

I caught a couple of typos,

and a misplaced "whereas" in subparagraph B.

- Mr. Folger, can I ask a question? - Mm-hmm.

With Mr. Pembroke dead, isn’t it likely that the D.A.’s going to drop

the case against Mrs. Boswell?

It could go either way.

Mr. Folger, I hope that you don’t take offense to this,

but the agreement that you have with Mrs. Boswell,

it says that if she’s tried for murder and you defend her,

she signs off almost all of her assets to you, win or lose.

It seems a little steep, doesn’t it?

Well, that’s the way we do it in a capital case.

All right, plug those changes in, and get this over to Laney

for her signature.

- But, Mr. Folger... - Now, Phil.

Yes, Sir.

Pardon me, Mr. Folger.

Would you mind if I had a word with you?

Sit. What’s on your mind, Ms. Boswell?

I’m not really sure if this has anything at all

to do with the case against aunt Laney.

Well, go on, child.

Well, the thing is, I didn’t want to say anything to her.

I mean, she’s upset enough as it is,

but there’s this man that I met at the reception

who calls himself Howard Dietrich.

- Calls himself? - Yes.

You see, a few years ago, when I was visiting my uncle Grant

down in Florida, he introduced me to Howard Dietrich.

This isn’t the same man.

Have a nice day, Mr. Folger.

Hello?

Livvie, I don’t know what game you’re playing,

but it’s not going to work.

This Dietrich fellow you sicced on us,

maybe you ought to have that looked at.

Okay, Olivia, I know how it happened.

This friend of mine, Jessica Fletcher,

recognized me when I was talking to Folger.

I don’t care, Charlie.

I told you to get the hell out of there.

- Olivia... - Garrett, I’m warning you,

if you bollocks up this case,

and we have to pay out 10 million bucks,

I will personally sue you from here...

Wait a minute. You’re the one who gave me this dopey cover.

Now sit tight. I’ll get back to you.

Charlie.

Charlie, I want some straight answers and I want them now.

I suppose this is my day to get yelled at.

Okay. That was the wrapper from one of my throat lozenges.

Thanks for not telling the Sheriff.

Charlie, I am getting in deeper by the second,

helping you to cover up.

I want you to go to Sheriff Pike.

Please, Jessica, just a little longer.

Well, at least your instincts were correct about there being

less to Anthony Pembroke than met the eye.

A very old friend of mine,

a Boston investment banker,

just sent me this.

Pembroke was born Anthony O’Brien.

In Boston.

Apparently, he reinvented himself.

He and his wife have no assets.

I mean, they live mostly off credit cards.

Well, that’s very interesting.

A gumshoe pal of mine in New York

found out that Pembroke’s wife

was disowned by her wealthy father

when she married the bozo.

So where did he expect to get this money

that he was going to invest?

And to build a ski lodge?

And what is more curious,

why did he expect to get this money?

I mean, what service was he going to perform to earn it?

Well, peddling drugs comes to mind.

Someone was going to pay him

to testify against Laney Boswell.

- Exactly. But who? - Mr. Dietrich.

You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

You, too, Mrs. Fletcher.

A taxi driver observed your friend here follow the victim

into the alley last night.

No wonder you recognized one of these

- in that crime scene photo. - Sheriff...

I want to know what you’re really doing here in Aspen,

and why I shouldn’t arrest you on suspicion of murder.

And if he turns out to be guilty,

why I shouldn’t hold you as an accessory.

- Oh, come on. - I’ve got a real good hunch

you’re both going to face charges

of lying to a law officer, at least.

Don’t either one of you leave town.

Charlie, we have to find out

who lured Anthony Pembroke into that alley.

Jessica.

Look, this may be something.

Damn. Nothing.

Hand me that pencil, Charlie.

Charlie: "Elm Alley. 11:00 p.m."

Okay, it looks like he did get a phone call.

Now all we have to do is... what’s that?

Charlie, the Pembrokes flew first class

all the way from Morocco.

And I think I know who had the strongest incentive

for Laney to stand trial.

I got to hand it to you, Counselor.

You know, you got me and Jessica dead to rights.

And I happen to know that deceiving you about me

does not exactly make her happy.

And you were very thorough on behalf of your client, Terry,

getting Sheriff Pike to run a trace on Pembroke’s phone calls in Aspen,

in hope of learning who might’ve killed him.

That is my job.

Look, is this what you got me out of bed for?

Counselor, keep listening. It gets better.

Like the fact that you knew that those phone call traces

were not going to lead to the person who bribed him.

- I don’t follow you. - Look, all along, we’ve assumed

that Mr. Pembroke was bribed since he returned to Aspen.

But he and his wife flew here first class from Morocco.

Very pricey.

Now, that’s when I suddenly realized

that whoever bribed him may have done so

before Anthony returned to the States.

The airline confirmed that Pembroke paid cash, American dollars.

Terry, you bribed Anthony Pembroke to perjure himself

in order to ensure that Laney would be tried for murder,

and you’d strike it rich.

Jessica, that is totally cockeyed.

I saw the representation agreement.

Win or lose,

she’d have signed over most of her assets to you. Millions of dollars.

And you know as well as I do,

there’s not a major criminal defense attorney

in the country who doesn’t operate that way.

Now, wait a minute, Counselor, hold on.

The rest of them aren’t as hungry as you are.

I checked your stats, pal.

You haven’t had a winning season since 1989.

You had access to the evidence list.

You were able to tell Mr. Pembroke the brand name of the paint thinner,

and other details.

And you knew where Laney Boswell kept her appointment book.

All you had to do was find a day with no entries.

Whoa. Laney is my friend.

I’ve been after her to marry me for years now.

Your phone records over the past few months, Terry,

they show that you made a number of calls to Morocco,

plus collect calls from there.

I paid Pembroke an advance against 10% of whatever

I was going to get from Laney.

And so, when he held you up for more money, you popped him.

Now just stop it.

I did not kill Anthony Pembroke.

He may be telling the truth, Mr. Garrett.

The hotel has no indication that Anthony Pembroke

received calls from anyone yesterday,

except for his building contractor.

So, all we know for sure is that we’ve got two dead bodies,

Mr. Pembroke and Mr. Boswell.

But the 11:00 meeting.

Why would Pembroke have written it down

if he didn’t hear about it from over the phone?

Ooh. I think I busted a filling.

Teeth. That’s who might really have the most to gain

from all of this.

Sheriff Pike, maybe we don’t know for sure

as much as we think we do.

Yep. I’m coming.

- All right, what do you want? - What?

No games, Keene. I wanna know what you think you saw.

- I didn’t write this. - What if I don’t believe you?

Well, you can definitely believe me, pal.

Dietrich?

His name’s Garrett. He works for an insurance company.

I wrote you that note, Mr. Boswell.

Boswell?

Yeah, that’s right. Laney’s husband.

The guy that was supposedly killed in the auto accident.

- Yeah. But I... - Shut up!

Now talk to me.

This lady, Mrs. Fletcher,

she figured out that the phone call to Pembroke,

that lured him into the alley,

must’ve been made by someone who was staying in the hotel.

That’s why there was no record.

Now, you made that phone call from your room, didn’t you?

You know, this makes for a very intriguing story even without...

last night in the alley,

I pretended to be unconscious.

I saw you take out Pembroke.

But for the right kind of bucks,

I could send the Fletcher woman,

the law, and the insurance company

all in the wrong direction.

How much?

I’m not greedy.

You know, 20% of the five million

you’re going to get from the insurance company.

Okay.

Both of you, up against the wall.

- Hands up against the wall. - Freeze, Mr. Boswell.

Gotcha.

So, how did you figure out I was Boswell?

Two things told me. Yesterday in the cafe,

you were eavesdropping on Charlie and me.

Later, I remembered seeing that distinctive watch that you wear

somewhere before, and it came to me

it was in Laney’s picture of you at the house.

Then when Laney showed up, I looked over at your table,

and you’d suddenly disappeared.

It seemed a bit odd, leaving when a celebrity like Laney walks in.

But, of course, it was because she was the one person

in Aspen who would recognize you,

even without the beard and ponytail.

Well, that’s all you can nail me for,

faking my own death.

What about two murders?

Try tagging me for even one.

I don’t know how that bozo wound up in my car,

and I never even met Anthony Pembroke.

Why would I kill him?

- For the insurance money. - Try again.

There’s no way I could get my hands on any of that.

Half goes to my wife, and the rest to my niece.

Your niece doesn’t exist, you invented her.

What are you talking about?

- You all met her. - Uh-uh.

Her real name is Nancy Grayson.

We checked her I.D. and credit records.

You were very thorough,

but none of it goes back more than three years.

That’s when the two of you began plotting this scheme.

Yeah, she’s a dental assistant from Denver.

Worked for the dentist you went to.

Which is how you were able to switch X-Rays

with another patient who was roughly your size.

So you whacked him, and sent him over the mountain

- in your place. - I never ever...

I’m sorry, Grant.

You’ve cut a deal with them, haven’t you?

Immunity on the murder charges

for a guilty plea on insurance fraud.

Nancy took the guy to a Denver saloon

and got him drunk.

I hit him, and we stuffed him into my car.

First thing next morning, a few miles down the road,

I pulled over, put the guy’s dead body in the driver’s seat,

and sent him over the side.

It was all so perfect--

Accidental death, double indemnity.

And then, Pembroke started muddying the waters.

So you had to come back here to Aspen and kill him,

to keep the case from going to trial.

I phoned Pembroke from my room.

Told him I had more information he could use against Laney.

He was only too happy to meet me.

Olivia, why are you yanking my chain?

I saved you guys 10 million bucks. Yeah.

Yeah? Well, the same to you.

I don’t believe it. They’re not going to pay me my percentage.

They’re giving me expenses and my usual fee.

- But how can they do that? - She said there’s no claim.

Well, I suppose she’s got a point.

Grant Boswell is the insured party, and he’s still alive.

Well, Charlie, I think it’s outrageous,

and I am going to cancel my insurance with them.

You’re too late, they already took care of that.

What?

I could almost taste

three percent of $10 million, you understand?

Well, it looks to me as if the biggest beneficiaries

are not even listed on the policy.