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- Three more days. - Just you and me, baby.

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

I saw Sheila Finley steal that necklace.

Jessica, you're way off base.

She, in her own right, is worth probably $40 million.

That is the woman and that is the necklace.

The staff, they're gonna catch us.

Oh, come on, come on. The staff.

Unless they're terminally stupid, they've known about us for months.

If I do have any more questions, I'm sure they can keep until later.

No matter what she's done, I adore my wife.

Mr. Borden, do you expect to use this verdict in your campaign?

Mr. Borden, do you think sending Roger Ripkin to prison

will cost you any votes?

Well, it's possible there may be some people who believe--

Uh, what Mr. Borden means is he has a lot of respect

for all the great things that Mr. Ripkin has done for this city.

Sid, I don't think that's what I--

For its hospitals, its museums, its charities,

and he will be recommending a minimum sentence.

- Excuse me, I-- - Thank you, very much.

That's all the time Mr. Borden has

to answer your questions right now. Thank you.

Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?

It's called saving your buns, pal.

Get off my back, Sid.

What I need managed is my campaign, not my life.

Messages, Olivia?

Brooks had to cancel your 4:30. He'll reschedule.

Stromberg said the de Fazio briefs will be ready day after tomorrow.

Oh, and Mrs. Fletcher called and she said yes,

she can make it this evening, but she'd like to know how formal it is.

Tell her very. And get me Stromberg.

Sid, look, Roger Ripkin stole $200 million

through insider trading, hurting countless people.

If I had my way, he'd spend the next 200 years doing hard time.

Good. Go public with that, you can kiss the DA's job goodbye.

I told you at the outset,

I'm not going to lie to get elected.

Then you're gonna have a very long career as a second banana.

Drew, you hired me because I won 16 straight--

Mr. Borden, I have Mr. Stromberg on line three.

This is not a game for bluestockings, Drew.

Let me do my number, okay?

Fine. Just make sure the number you're doing isn't on me.

Harry, the de Fazio briefs.

I want them on my desk first thing in the morning.

I would like to have it back before I return home.

I hate to admit to being such a slave to time,

but I'm absolutely lost without it.

Like most of us, Mrs. Fletcher.

I doubt this will be a problem. Just let me check.

Thank you.

Oh, Charlie, these are god-awful.

What are you trying to do, get even with me

because the Knicks whomped the Celtics last night?

Yay, team!

- You found me out. - Yes, I did.

Now, I suppose they can take the boy out of Boston...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now, here is one of our most beautiful pieces,

and even lovelier on you.

Oh, give me a break.

Now all I need is one of those circle pins

and I can double for one of those dried-up, buttoned-down,

Ivy League ladies at the country club.

Except, not as flashy.

Excuse me.

Well, Charlie I'm going to pass for today...

All right.

'Cause I didn't see one thing that came close to grabbing me.

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry, too.

Perhaps next time.

Yeah, next time when the Celtics win.

- Soon. - Soon.

Oh.

- Bye. - Bye.

Mrs. Fletcher. Mrs. Fletcher?

Yes, we'll have your watch ready for you at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Oh, thank you, yes.

Pardon me, Mr...

Charles Lockner. May I help you?

Mr. Lockner, this is really a bit awkward for me,

but I do feel that you should know that that woman,

the one that you were waiting on...

Yes?

Well, when you looked away from her,

I happened to see her steal one of your necklaces.

She--she just left the store with it.

Oh?

It was a diamond and ruby necklace.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.

Mr. Lockner, I know what I saw.

Madam, I am quite familiar with our stock

and I can assure you there was no diamond and ruby necklace,

nor are any of our other pieces missing.

George... Yes, George, I know.

You'll have it right after the first.

George, I told you,

my wife's trust officer must countersign all of our checks.

Get in here, you gorgeous thing.

Come on, Sheila.

The staff, they're gonna catch us.

Oh, come on, come on, the staff.

Unless they're terminally stupid, they've known about us for months.

Thank you for your patience.

Sorry I was delayed, Jess.

I'm beginning to fear I was not cut out for politics.

- Drew, it's all right. - No, it isn't.

It's making me cranky.

The meetings, the hassles,

the people you have to deal with.

There's never enough money, although tonight

might take care of that problem.

End of grousing.

Oh, that's too bad,

I was beginning to enjoy it.

My secretary says you phoned again this afternoon,

after I'd gone into my meeting. You had something

you were anxious to tell me about?

Well, I didn't know who else to call.

I mean, something happened at Beaumont's jewelry store.

- I mean, it was quite bizarre. - Really?

And what made it stranger

was the manager's absolute insistence that they had no such necklace in stock.

Beaumont and Company?

Are you... are you sure, Jess?

Couldn't it have been her necklace she was putting in her purse?

Oh, no, no, it was very distinctive.

And it was the only one with rubies.

Drew, I'm not imagining this.

Jessica, I--I believe you.

Still, if no one's reported it stolen...

I know.

There's not a great deal anyone can do.

Well, let's forget about it.

Tell me, where are we going tonight?

And who are these people who are going to help solve

your campaign financial problems?

My secretary didn't tell you?

We're going to a very posh soiree

at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Porter Finley III.

Oh, sounds very... impressive.

Actually, Porter's an old and dear friend.

And the guest list, or so I'm told,

includes most of New York's crowned heads.

Which usually means some that ought to be crowned.

Exactly.

Forgive my lack of familiarity with your books, Jessica,

but I've made it a lifelong policy to read nothing

- that was written since I was born. - Oh!

Don't listen to him, Jess.

He's been using that same line since we double-dated in college.

I confess.

- It was a shameless ploy to get girls. - I see.

And if one of them was so bold

as to mention Shakespeare, he'd immediately say

that he'd never read anything that was written

- before he was born. - All true.

It was actually rather effective.

The little darlings dedicated themselves to improving my mind.

Come on, Margaret, stop busting my chops already.

I mean, how many times do I have to tell you?

She means nothing to me.

It's part of the job, honey.

That's not how it looked this afternoon.

Garage.

Yeah.

They want you to get your tail back over to the kitchen.

Hey. It's you I'm going away with, not her.

Three more days?

Just you and me, baby,

under all those beautiful palm trees.

Bye-bye.

- Drew... - Hmm?

That woman.

What?

I'm positive. That is the woman.

And that is the necklace.

Jessica, Jessica, you're way off base.

Not only is that our hostess, Mrs. Porter Finley,

but she, in her own right, is worth probably $40 million.

Well, maybe so, but that is the woman that I saw.

Jessica, I'd like you to meet some people.

My wife Sheila and our dear friend DL Beaumont.

- Drew, you old fox. - Sheila.

You finally grabbed one who can walk and chew gum

at the same time.

Ah, Jessica, darling,

welcome to the lifestyles of the rich and truly boring.

It--it's lovely to meet you.

Mr. Beaumont, it's a very small world.

I was in your shop this afternoon.

That's it.

I knew I'd seen you somewhere before.

That's it.

Drew, honey, you be nice to DL here, 'cause he's one of your biggest fans.

Oh, thank you, sir.

DL, you and these stiffs better ante up

with a bundle for my pal's campaign,

or you're gonna have to answer to me personally.

Okay. Jessica, come on.

Let's mingle.

- Excuse me. - Sure.

Tell me the truth, do you hate these parties as much as I do?

They're not exactly my favorite, no.

Although, I must say, this does seem to be a huge success.

Oh, I'm glad you think so. That's good.

Barbara, darling!

Oh, I love those earrings. Got a pair just like them.

Darling, that simply isn't possible.

These are one of a kind. But thank you for the compliment.

Excuse me just a minute.

Sheila's such a trip, isn't she?

She's certainly very interesting.

Marrying her has got to be the smartest move Porter ever made.

Oh, she may be a little rough around the edges, but frankly,

as much of a dear as Porter is,

I really have to believe she could have landed someone

a little more lively, if you know what I mean.

The chauffeur? Jessica...

But he was in the jewelry store with her.

Drew, I know I sound like the most awful gossip,

but that business with that necklace is so bizarre.

All right, people, listen up, listen up.

Max, could you take your hand off your wife's knee

for just a minute and look up here?

Pay attention, okay?

All right, it has come to my attention

that some of you folks have not coughed up your contributions

for Drew Borden's campaign for New York District Attorney.

Let's hear it for Drew!

Sheila. Sheila, please...

I know who you are.

Drew, I don't want to make a scene,

but I'm afraid we have a problem.

I'm warning you now,

in a few minutes I'm going to come around with a big paper bag,

so get out your pens and remember,

no disappearing ink. Thank you very much.

Okay, everybody, have a good time.

What's going on?

Porter, what is it?

Oh!

Well, the last of your guests seem to be leaving.

Oh, good.

Jessica, I want to thank you for staying with me.

Oh, you've still got a little telltale smudge

- right there. - Really?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Has anyone ever told you,

you have a way of making people feel real comfortable?

No, I often have the opposite effect.

Really? Oh, well. Oh...

There.

Do I look like I'm ready to face the third degree

or whatever else they have in store for me?

I'd say that you were equal to almost anything.

Good, good.

What is it?

That little pin of yours,

it's just like one that my mother had.

Of course, hers was made of rhinestones.

I kept it for years and then one day it vanished.

I never could find it again.

Well, there. Keep it.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

Oh, I want you to have it.

Come on.

Jewelry is supposed to be fun.

Sheila, I couldn't possibly.

It's--it's very kind of you, but I can't.

There's something else, isn't there?

Something you're not telling me.

Look, Jessica.

I can't get past page 30 of War and Peace.

But people, I read like a Dick and Jane book.

Yes.

I find myself in a rather awkward position.

Sheila, if the police ask me, I have to tell them

that I saw you leave the party with Mr. Pastolino

shortly before he was murdered.

Sure. I understand. Tell them what you have to.

Are you kidding me, sir?

I know all your cases.

Let's see, there's the East Ninth Street massacre.

There was that big real estate scam you blew wide open.

There was Antonio's Clam House.

Oh, you know, I didn't even think you'd get an indictment on that one,

let alone put that bozo away for 25 to life.

Lieutenant, that's very flattering, but--

Hey, you're there, Mr. Borden,

where it's happening, right there in the thick of the jungle.

Lieutenant Stuyvesant, my wife and Mrs. Fletcher.

- How do you do? - Hi.

Um, Mrs. Finley, I'm sorry to have to disturb you like this,

so I promise I'll be as brief as possible.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Now, the deceased, Mr. Pastolino,

he was your employee, Mrs. Finley, for about a year?

I already told you that, Lieutenant.

Uh, that's right, you did, sir, I'm sorry. Um...

Would you know of any enemies he might have had?

I hope you understand, I don't mean to imply anything.

No, I don't know of any enemies he might have had.

Okay. Um...

According to several of your guests, though,

you allegedly left the party with Mr. Pastolino

shortly before the... um, uh crime was perpetrated.

Of course, they could be mistaken.

We both know how much you can trust eyewitness accounts.

Right, Mr. Borden?

No, Lieutenant, they were not mistaken.

I did go with Rocky...

Mr. Pastolino to the pantry.

We were, um... had a problem with party supplies.

- But I didn't... - Oh, please,

believe me, that goes without saying.

Well, thank you for your cooperation.

And if I do have any more questions, they can definitely keep till later.

Oh, and Mr. Borden, if it's okay,

I'd like to give you a call sometime soon, maybe have lunch.

- Why, certainly, Lieutenant. - Oh, that'd be great, great.

'Cause I'm thinking of making a...

you know, a career move down to the city.

You have no idea what it's like up here just listening to the grass grow

and knowing that the real battles are raging

just a few miles south, down there in the trenches.

That's very interesting.

The sheriff in my hometown left New York

for that exact same reason.

Well, you know what they say, ma'am,

"When the going gets tough..."

Sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

All right,

even if everything you said about that necklace is true,

what's the connection between it and the murder?

Mr. Pastolino was present in the jewelry store.

I mean, for all we know, he saw what I saw,

- or he could have been a party to it or-- - Okay, okay, okay.

I'll tell you what.

Tomorrow, I'll look under a few rocks.

How's that?

And you be sure and tell me how it turns out.

Even if I have to install a hotline to Cabot Cove.

I'm delighted we were able to take care of this before you left town.

Oh, not half as delighted as I am.

Mr. Lockner, last night I happened to attend a party

at the home of the woman who took that necklace, Mrs. Finley.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'd suggest you take this up with Mr. Beaumont.

Ah. Here he is.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. Good morning.

Mr. Beaumont.

What an unfortunate evening for the Finleys and for us, as well.

And in particular for Mr. Pastolino.

Mr. Beaumont, there's a matter I was trying to discuss with Mr. Lockner.

Oh, yes, the diamond and ruby necklace that Mrs. Finley wore last night.

Charles filled me in this morning

about that incident you seem to think you witnessed.

Mr. Beaumont,

I saw Sheila Finley steal that necklace.

Mrs. Fletcher, we're all human, aren't we?

And the truth is that, occasionally,

our eyes can deceive us.

Yes, yes, they can. Mine and Mr. Lockner's.

Mrs. Fletcher, Charles Lockner grew up in the retail jewelry business.

He is conversant with every conceivable variety

of customer scam,

and if he says there was no theft,

I really have no choice, but to go along with him on that matter.

I see.

And the necklace?

Are you quite certain

that you had nothing like that in your stock?

On the contrary, I'm quite familiar with it.

You see, I designed it myself.

And I can assure you...

it was not stolen.

Mr. Beaumont.

Oh. You will excuse me?

Excuse me, Ms. Gable.

Didn't mean to startle you, but I do have a few more questions for you.

I told you everything I know last night, Lieutenant.

I don't think so.

We found these in the victim's room.

Airline tickets to Rio, one way, for the day after tomorrow.

So?

Well, they're in the name of Mr. and Mrs. Rocco Pastolino.

But as far as I know, he's not married.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Oh, no?

Then maybe you can tell me how come you got your passport

renewed just last week?

And the beauty part is, it's all on the record.

Your opponent cannot weasel himself out of this one.

Huh? Is this an approach or what?

Rossiter will be lucky if his own mother votes for him.

Hey, check this, uh, TV stuff.

Just glom it out. Over here--

- Sid, you're fired. - What are you saying?

You heard me, you're fired. Get out.

Take this garbage with you.

You're not serious.

What I am not, is the kind of man who would allow his name to be associated

with this kind of sleazy,

below the belt, negative campaign.

Hey, Mr. Borden, where you been for the past 10, 15 years?

This is the only way campaigns are run anymore.

Not by me, they're not. Now, get out.

Get out!

You know something, pal?

It's a dirty world out there.

Well, maybe you ought to ask yourself,

do you really want to do what's needed to win, or what?

Pardon me, Mr. Borden, but Mrs. Fletcher's on line two.

Thank you.

Jessica.

No, no, no, it's fine.

Actually, I was trying to reach you.

Yes, I found something very interesting,

if I can locate it here.

Drew, there is definitely something peculiar going on,

you know, regarding that diamond and ruby necklace.

I spoke to Mr. Beaumont a short time ago,

or rather I listened to his carefully rehearsed explanation.

Really?

Well, now I know you're going to think I'm crazy,

but I'm more concerned than ever that either he's lying,

along with his employee, or what's more likely,

that somebody actually did pay for it,

which certainly strikes me

as a strange way to purchase jewelry.

Jess, I don't think you're going crazy at all.

What I'm looking at is a ten-year-old copy of an arrest report.

It seems one Sheila Kowalski,

which was her maiden name before she married Porter,

was arrested for grand theft in Palm Beach.

Let me guess, jewelry.

A $20,000 diamond necklace.

She was released the next day.

Well, I can't help wonder how many times she wasn't caught.

I hope she and Porter aren't in some sort of serious trouble.

Well, thank you, Drew.

And the best of luck with your campaign.

I know that you'll come out on top.

All right. Bye.

That a full account of his personal finances

will be forthcoming within 24 hours.

Councilman Reed has expressed certainty

that this will silence his critics for once and all.

And this just in.

Westchester County Police have announced

the arrest of society matron Sheila Finley

for the murder of her chauffeur during a party last night

at the Finleys' lavish Westchester County estate.

Really, Porter, I can't.

I just wanted to return something to Sheila.

Jessica, please, I insist.

I'll see to it that you get to the airport on time,

even if I have to drive you there myself.

- Well, all right. Thank you. - Wonderful.

Sheila should be home any moment now.

Our attorney has posted bail and I've already sent a car for her.

Now, you must tell me

what you're being so mysterious about.

This is... this is very difficult for me, Porter,

but I find myself with a piece of knowledge

that is bound to come out

that might somehow have a bearing on the murder.

My God, Jessica, tell me.

It's about Sheila's shoplifting.

There.

Bought and paid for yesterday.

One diamond and ruby necklace, 78,000 plus tax.

Oh, please believe me, Porter,

I didn't mean to insult you or Sheila.

Well, you have.

And as far as that old Palm Beach business

dredged up by Drew Borden, that was nothing more

than yet another opportunistic shopkeeper

who wanted to take advantage of Sheila's wealth.

Another?

How many others were there, Porter?

I didn't mean that.

Excuse me.

Hello.

No, and I do not have any comment.

Damn press people! They've been calling all day.

Porter, with Sheila already under suspicion of murder,

anything damaging that the police find out by themselves

could hurt her defense.

You must understand.

No matter what she's done, I adore my wife.

I--I only want to protect her.

Well, I have a feeling that you've been protecting her for quite a long time.

Perhaps what she needs now is honesty.

I've had a long-standing arrangement with Beaumont and his people.

Sheila steals an item of jewelry

and they simply look the other way.

And send a bill.

That her trust officer pays.

But I can't see what any of this

could possibly have to do with Rocco Pastolino's murder.

I'm not sure. Maybe nothing.

Tell me, what do you think made the police

decide to arrest Sheila in the first place?

One of the guests was leaving the party early.

When the police questioned her this morning,

she admitted seeing Sheila and Rocco

enter the garage together, just before he was killed.

And what do they think her motive might have been?

Jealousy.

They believe that she was upset

that Rocco was about to run off with one of our servants,

Margaret Gable.

Sheila and Rocco were involved.

She has no alibi, Jessica.

I just hope to God she didn't kill him.

Not that I believe she's capable of it.

Sweet of you to say so, darling.

And I didn't do it.

Oh, Sheila, are you all right?

- Yes. - Were you treated well?

Oh, are you kidding?

Lieutenant Stuyvesant was a doll.

He wouldn't even let them put me in a cell.

He insisted that I stay in his office on his sofa.

Jessica, I'm glad you're here.

One of the reasons I'm here

is you slipped this into my bag last night.

It's the only way I could get you to take it.

Sheila, thank you, but I can't.

Okay.

So Porter says there are things you want to discuss.

I'm like your husband.

I don't believe that you killed anyone either.

Thanks.

He also told me about you and Mr. Pastolino.

Perhaps we could begin right there?

Yeah.

Look, I suppose it's safe to say that Porter and I

were never your typical suburban couple.

I love him dearly and I'd never leave him.

But Rocky...

Well, Rocky and I were the item back in high school,

and I'd just never gotten over him.

He was the fullback on our school team,

the Gibbsville Panthers.

And he was beautiful.

And I was the drum majorette

and for three years we were the dream couple,

when he wasn't cheating on me with Gloria Lesko or Francine O'Hara.

Then one day my father, the scrap metal dealer, well,

he hits the jackpot with a bunch of government contracts and...

I mean, we're talking serious money.

So all of a sudden it was goodbye Gibbsville,

hello Bar Harbor and Aspen.

And he sends me, me, little Sheila Kowalski,

who when I'm not hanging out at the bowling alley,

I'm wearing little white boots, twirling flaming batons,

for God's sake, four of them.

And my pop wants to send me to finishing school

in, can you believe, Switzerland?

Which probably didn't help your romance with Rocky.

Tell me.

We tried to stay in touch for a while, but the money...

the money put more of a distance between us than the miles.

So anyway, ten years later,

I decided to grow some roots and I married Porter.

He had all the breeding and stuff

that Dad always wanted for me, except the no bucks.

I've got enough money to live four lifetimes.

Porter was the problem.

He didn't have a lot of drive, for sex or for anything else.

The "anything else" part didn't matter that much, but...

Anyway, dear, sweet Porter,

without even letting on, he went and tracked Rocky down,

and he sort of presented him to me for my birthday.

Sheila, when did you find out

that Rocky was going to go away with Miss Gable?

When the police told me. I was in total shock.

If I'd known, I might have taken a tire iron to Margaret myself.

But never Rocky. Never. I loved him too much.

And besides, like I told you,

he was always fooling around with women.

He'd been doing that since we were kids.

Sheila, there's something else.

The jewelry thefts, it needs to be aired out.

I guess it's just a leftover from when I was growing up

on the wrong side of the coal mines.

You know, when you used to snitch candy bars and stuff.

I don't know.

Sometimes I just get these moods

and I've just gotta filch something or I think I'm gonna burst.

Anyway, it doesn't do anybody any harm.

Nobody gets hurt.

Except, perhaps, Mr. Pastolino.

- Oh, Lieutenant Stuyvesant. - Ow!

Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you all right?

Oh, that's okay. It'll probably grow back.

Tell me, how's Mrs. Finley doing?

Oh, very well, thanks to your kindness.

- Lieutenant, I-- - She told you?

Listen, Mrs. Fletcher, I would really appreciate it if,

you know, you'd pass that along to Mr. Borden.

I mean, without making a real big deal out of it.

Oh, of course. Lieutenant, when you were--

Listen, can I ask your advice, Mrs. Fletcher?

I faxed my resume to him this morning.

Do you think it's too early for a follow-up call?

Look, I--I'm sorry, but I'm really not an authority

on that sort of thing.

Lieutenant, when you were going through Mr. Pastolino's belongings,

could you determine whether or not he had any assets?

Well, aside from the $18,000 cash and change

that we found in his room,

no, he didn't own anything except his underwear.

Really?

I mean, no bank account, no stocks, no real estate?

Nada. He didn't even have a safe deposit box.

Hmm.

It makes you wonder what he was planning to live on

in Rio de Janeiro.

Who knows how his mind works?

You know, no roots, all that kind of stuff.

But I can appreciate how you'd want to help

your friend Mrs. Finley off the hook,

but this guy...

Hello.

Well...

Looks like it came off some lady's outfit.

Have you seen that before?

If Stuyvesant wants to ask me about the bow,

why doesn't he ask me about the bow?

I think he wanted me to sort of run interference for him.

Something about the rest of his career.

Okay.

I did follow Rocky to the garage.

He had been cool toward me for days,

and I was trying to get him to talk about it, you know.

And he has a temper, he lost it,

and that's when he pushed me up against the car.

I guess that's when the bow fell off my shoe.

And that's how you got the bruise on your ankle.

Jessica,

he was still alive when I went back to the party.

I'm in real trouble, aren't I?

I think so.

Look, Jessica, I know you're supposed to go home,

but would you stay over tonight for me, please?

I need help.

- Margaret? - Mrs. Fletcher.

Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk.

No, I'm sorry, I really have to--

Oh, wait, wait, please.

I think that you and I both want the same thing,

to see that Mr. Pastolino's killer is punished.

That's already in the works.

That is unless Mrs. Finley's money gets her off.

But you don't really think that Sheila killed him?

Mr. Finley said that you'd given your notice?

Yes.

Tomorrow, I'm...

I'm going back to Vermont and put this all behind me.

It was... it was going to be so perfect in Rio.

Just Rocco and me.

We were gonna get a little house.

Yes, about that.

Rio is so very expensive.

I assume that you and Rocky discussed what you were going to live on down there.

The reason I bring it up is that

it might have some bearing on his murder.

I didn't have the impression

that Rocco was particularly wealthy.

He had some cash saved up,

and he was expecting a lot more before we left.

Did he tell you where it was coming from?

No.

But he said we were gonna get some money every few months.

He had an investment program.

You know, where you get some money,

you get a regular income.

Sheila?

Sheila?

Sheila, are you all right?

You! Stop!

- Sheila? - Sheila?

Sheila. Sheila!

Oh, my God!

Lieutenant,

my wife has been through hell the past couple of days,

so if you have nothing further...

No, I--I guess that's it.

If I have any more questions, I'll let you know.

- Fine. - I'll see myself out.

So much for our state-of-the-art security system.

We should have saved our money and bought a few more cats.

Yep, this one's paste, also.

All of these, even the little pin that she gave me?

But I've got to tell you, ma'am, they're the best I've ever seen.

All except this.

Now, why should this be the only one that's real?

Incredible, Jess.

A man as reputable as DL Beaumont

permitting Sheila to steal fakes

and collecting millions for them.

And if that burglar hadn't tried to steal them,

we'd never have known.

You know there may be another explanation for this, Drew.

Jessica. I know that look.

Well, suppose this robbery attempt

wasn't just a coincidence?

May I use your phone?

Please. Dial nine.

I need a name,

a guest that was at Sheila and Porter's party.

But Lieutenant, she's already agreed to cooperate.

Yes, I know that I should have consulted you first, but I...

I knew that she was leaving town.

Oh, dear.

Well, yes, of course, it is your investigation,

but Mr. Borden's going to be very disappointed.

Why? Because this was his idea.

Well, isn't it nice of you to reconsider.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I know that Mr. Borden will be very pleased.

Uh-huh.

So, Miss Gable, Rocco told you.

He was worried about my future.

The man was all heart.

Yes.

You see, he left me what you might call

a little insurance policy with your uncle's name,

the name of the jewelry store in Boston,

and all about how you'd pay him

not to go to the police with your jewelry scam.

It's a shame that Mrs. Finley had to go and kill him

before we could start enjoying all that money.

I guess now I'll have to enjoy it by myself.

Did you bring it?

Yes, I brought you exactly what I had for Rocco.

Now, there's a gun under this table equipped with a silencer.

In this room, no one will ever hear it.

Now, very quietly,

you're going to get up and walk with me to my car.

That's where you're wrong, friend.

We're gonna take a nice little walk to my car.

Get him out of here.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be...

Go home, Margaret.

Beaumont?

All he knew was that Mrs. Finley had this little problem

and that he'd get paid by the husband for each piece he let her steal.

So Sheila would wear a piece once or twice,

then consign it to a drawer full of old jewelry,

the way most women would treat inexpensive costume jewelry.

Then what?

Rocco would take it and bring it to you?

That scans.

Because we found a key in Mr. Pastolino's quarters

that fits the drawer in Mrs. Finley's jewelry box.

And then I'd send it up to my uncle in Boston.

And he would strike an exact copy,

which you would then return to Mrs. Finley's collection,

and then he would sell the original.

That's how Barbara Loring, the Boston socialite,

happened to be wearing a pair of so-called one-of-a-kind earrings

exactly the same as the ones that Sheila remembered having owned.

Incidentally, your uncle has admitted to splitting the money with you.

Look, I had nothing to do with Rocco's death.

I mean, why would I kill him? I needed him.

Sure, you did.

But not enough to put up with his demand for a larger share.

Or his threat to tell the police the whole story

once he was safely away in Rio de Janeiro.

That's not true. Rocco and I were friends.

Give it up, Lockner.

We've got fibers that are gonna match your clothes.

We've got traces of paint on the gloves you wore

that are gonna turn out to be from the tire iron you hit him with.

And there's no way you're gonna be able to account for the time that night.

All right.

Rocco found out he wasn't our only supplier.

I'd been enlisting the employees of other wealthy women,

paying them to steal their bosses' jewelry for us.

He demanded 100,000 in cash.

He said it was a one-time payment,

that he'd be out of our hair.

But I found out he was going to Rio.

I knew I'd be shelling out blackmail payments forever.

I had to put a stop to it.

So, he wanted the money delivered the night of the party,

so I...

I crept onto the estate and...

Rocky, what is going on?

You've been cold towards me for days.

You're not talking to me. Will you talk to me about it, sweetheart?

Look at me. Come on. What's the matter with you? Kiss me.

- Damn it, Sheila! - Ow!

I told you, nothing's bothering me!

Oh!

Oh, Rocky...

Just chill out, okay?

All right.

Okay.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I love you.

- Hey. - What?

You better get back into your party before your friends begin to think

you're out here fooling around with the chauffeur again.

I am.

And they'd be jealous.

Okay.

I love you.

He didn't leave me any option.

So, you decided to steal Mrs. Finley's jewelry,

so no one else would figure out the truth.

And considering what Rocco must have told you about the Finley's system,

it was probably easy for you to break in last night.

If it hadn't been for that damned cat, no one would have ever been the wiser.

Let me put it another way.

If you don't vote for Drew Borden for District Attorney,

the bad guys might get you.

Thank you.

Well... what does everybody think?

- You were wonderful! - Sheila, that was wonderful.

- Was it? Oh, good. - It was perfect.

- Bravo! - I wish you the best.

Good luck to you.

- I wish you the best. - Thank you.

All right. Thanks, doll.

I got the results of the latest poll. You're ahead by three more points.

Well...

Drew, you know, I have the feeling that the one person

who could win more votes than you is Sheila.

Don't think I'm not relieved it's too late for her to file.

I know.

Oh, Jessica, darling.

Oh, thank you so much.

This whole thing, it's just changed my life.

Well, not too much, I hope.

Well, not in the important ways.

Just no more Rockys.

Oh, look, isn't that pretty?