All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S03E12.The.Corpse.Flew.First.Class.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[screaming]

[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

One of you is a murdering thief.

I never should have let you
and Bert get me into this.

I don't suppose
you'd be interested in selling?

-You're joking.
-Just as I thought.

The bluish tinge under
the fingernails-poison.

Scotland yard is already present.

-I'm not a screenwriter.
-Writing is writing.

I'll even squeeze you in as an investor.

This is Jessica Fletcher.

I'm about 5,000 feet over London.

Would you listen carefully?
Time is precious.

[cheerful orchestral music]

[cheerful orchestral music]

It's breathtaking.

All eyes will be on you

at the royal gala
in London tomorrow, Miss Greer.

Well, that's the whole idea.

Who says the Brits have
monopoly on crown jewels?

I'll go see if the forms have arrived

from your insurance company.

[door buzzing]

Try not to lose it.

Yes, Miss Greer.

An hour ago they bought plane tickets.

Now they've just left the bank vault.

No, they never spotted me all week.

They're headed for Logan airport.

We're delighted you're flying
with us, Miss Greer.

If I may be of any service--

Be sure the food's hot,
and the drinks are cold.

-We'll get along famously.
-Of course.

We should be boarding in about 20 minutes.

-Sonny, dear heart!
-Clint, darling!

Well, I haven't seen you since when?

The symphony fund-raiser.

You on the champagne supper to London?

Transatlantic house call.

I'm flying over to nip and tuck

10 years off lady burbury.

[both laugh]

Sonny, I'd starve if the world were filled

with such ageless beauties as you.

Chin up, in 20 years
when it all starts to fall.

I'm in the yellow pages.

By the way, is it true what I read

in Town and Country the other day?

You're going to the royal gala?

I wish I knew how
those busybodies in the press

know my plans before I do.

[people exclaim and gasp]

[camera shutter clicking]

-Leon!
-Okay, friend, that's enough.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Hey, are you crazy?

Look, I'm just trying to make a living.

[groans]

I'll deposit him with security,
miss Greer.

I'm so sorry.

But with Madonna out of the country,

someone has to be shot.

Oh, that's quite all right. I understand.

Come on, Doc. Buy me a drink.

I'm terribly sorry.

I didn't mean to bump into you like that.

Oh, no harm.

I think he gave you the worst of it.

Well, I lost a couple of
shrimp puffs along the way.

-Let me take that for you.
-Thank you.

-Errol Pogson.
-Oh, Jessica Fletcher.

How do you do?

Who was the film star he was after?

-Oh, that is Sonny Greer.
-The infamous Miss Greer.

It's not only we British
who have pampered heiresses.

I love your country.
I've just been on Holiday here.

I'm on my way home.

And I'm on my way to start
a Holiday in London.

Well, sort of a Holiday.

Actually, I'm doing research
on a rather grizzly murder

that took place in Northumberland

at the turn of the century.

It sounds macabre. You must be a writer.

Of course you're a writer.

Jessica Fletcher. J.B. Fletcher.

Errol, you are a dunce.

It was precisely three years ago

that you were rummaging through our files

just two floors below my office.

[laughs] Then you are with Scotland yard.

-Yes, but--
-And a 25-year man to boot.

-Your lapel pin.
-[chuckles]

Um, who was the person
you were working with then?

-Inspector crimmins.
-Roger, that's right.

From the Knightsbridge district.

Uh, Mrs. Fletcher, I know
I'm three years too late,

but, uh, please, would
you join me in a Sherry?

Oh, thank you. I'd love to.

I think we've got time.
I'll be right back.

All right.

Mr. Gunnar globle,

White courtesy telephone please.

Uh, two medium dry sherries, please.

Transatlantic flight 111
to London Heathrow airport,

now boarding.

Mr. Otto Hardwick, courtesy phone please.

Otto hardwick.

Flight 111 to London, now boarding.

Operator, I was cut off.

I'm talking to my-my secretary
on the coast.

Doris, look, uh,
tell Burt to stop being a nag.

Tell him I've got to be in London

for the premiere of my new picture,

and I cannot go skydiving
with he and Clint.

Who else called? Joan?

Joan who, Collins or Rivers?

Oh, my wife! Joan! I love her.

Tell her I love her. Yes. [laughing]

Sonny, how are you?

Gunnar Globle. You remember me.

You were skiing at Bobby Redford's resort,

and I picked you up.

-I beg your pardon?
-When you fell.

Yes, the man in the green plaid parka

with the White sunscreen
all over your nose.

[laughs] That's me, yeah.

Listen, Sonny,

I'm only offering pieces
in my next film to a few people.

$100,000 is the minimum per piece.

What do you say?

How many pieces do you have left?

-Thank you, Mr. Pogson.
-Oh, Errol, please.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Final boarding for flight ten to London

is now boarding at gate number one.

-That's us.
-Oh.

Come on, let me be
your bodyguard just in case

some well-read paparazzi decides
to start chasing you.

Enjoy your flight.

May I take your coat?

Thank you.

Thanks, pal.

-Welcome aboard.
-Thank you.

1-a.

Non-smoking section, right this way.

There you are, ma'am.

And there you are, Sir, just in front.

Well, we're neighbors, eh?

How about a coffee upstairs after dinner?

Oh, good idea.

Out.

This is out.

This is terrible. You call this writing?

The picture business:
you work 24 hours a day.

I'm Gunnar Globle.

I single-handedly
Produced off-road aliens.

I must have missed that one.
Jessica Fletcher.

Excuse me, Mrs. Fletcher,
but I really enjoy your work,

and if there's anything we can do

to make your trip more pleasurable,

please don't hesitate to ask.

Oh, that's very nice. Thank you.

Level with me. Are you anybody?

I'm a writer.

A writer? Thank you, god.

Even for me, you listen up.

Here, I'll make a deal with your agent

when we get to fogtown.

Don't ask me what's wrong
because everything is wrong.

We need more action,
more explosions, more--

-off-road aliens:
the second coming.

[scoffs] Oh, no.

Don't say no. I hate that word.

-I'm not a screenwriter.
-Writing is writing.

I'll even squeeze you in as an investor.

Mr. Globle, I may not be
good enough a writer

to work on your script.

You must be a good writer.

You're flying first class, aren't you?

Mrs. Fletcher, listen,

I'm the greatest deal-maker
in the history of hollywood.

Believe me, you will say yes
to this great opportunity

even if it takes me all the way
to London to talk you into it.

Ye-yeah.

Well, uh, in that case, I,
uh, guess I-i will read it.

-Uh, but no promises.
-Don't worry.

Once you get into it, you'll get hooked.

Ma'am, may I store that above you?

-No, it's my knitting.
-She's a knitter.

Give the wife a length of rope,
and she'll knit you a noose.

[both laugh]

Ding!

-this is captain whetsel
speaking.

On behalf of the entire crew,
i'd like to welcome you

to our Boston-to-London
champagne supper flight.

We should be taking off
in just a few minutes.

Thank you.

[buttons click]

[smack]

[tapping]

-It's not workin'.
-Maybe it's the batteries.

I put fresh ones in this morning.

My god, we're taxiing.

Darling, it's going to be all right.

Sonny, l-i can't do this. I gotta get off.

Leon, it is safer than being in a car.

Then let's drive to London.

-ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain.

We are now airborne en route to London.

Thanks for flying with us.

Miss, as soon as you're able,

would you please bring
Mr. Bigard a glass of water?

It'll just be a moment.

[sighs] I'm gonna use the gent's room.

-Oh, excuse me.
-You go right ahead.

-May I get you a cocktail, Sir?
-Yes, please.

I'll have a medium dry Sherry if I may.

There you go.

[sighs]

White knuckler?

-Yeah. I'll live, I guess.
-[both chuckle]

-You didn't lose it, did you?
-I got it right here.

[sighs]

Oh, miss, I asked for a White
wine with my dover sole.

Oh, right. It's White with fish.

I think she's running on empty.

Yes, she does seem a bit distracted.

Perhaps she's got a lot on her mind.

Thank you.

-So, how's the market?
-I'm keeping liquid.

Speaking of liquid, can I get you a drink?

No, no, thanks. I'm fine.

You know, one of
the local channels reported

you'd be wearing the empress
Catherine necklace to the gala.

Is that true?

Oh, what's the sense of
owning some gaudy little bauble

if you can't show it off?

Gaudy bauble.

I don't suppose you'd be
interested in selling?

-You're joking.
-Not at all.

A group of doctor friends
and I are looking

for an investment package.

[laughing]

Good Lord, Clint.

What would my beloved ancestors say

when I meet them in the great upstairs?

It's been in the family since bunker hill.

[chuckles]

Well, at least I can tell
my partners we made the offer.

[inaudible]

[low buzzing]

[all moaning and yawning]

-this is your captain.

We're experiencing a little turbulence.

Please fasten your seat belts.

Be careful.

Don't you tell me to be careful.

It was your idea.

I never should have let
you and Bert get me into this.

-Here he comes.
-[sighs]

[people chattering]

Sir, your seat belt.

Sir.

Sir, your seat [screams]

[crowd exclaiming]

it may have been
a heart attack or a stroke.

I can't be sure.

Miss, did he say he felt ill?
Any distress at all?

He was a nervous flyer,
but we see that every day.

Where's miss Greer?

I was with her earlier upstairs.

The captain went up to tell her.

Captain, it's just not possible.

The man simply closed his
eyes to take a nap.

Sonny, he's been dead an hour,
maybe longer.

Nothing can be done.

He just wanted to close his eyes

instead of watching the film.

Clint, how can a thing like this happen?

Cardiovascular catastrophe
is rare in a young man,

but they do occur.

I don't want anyone leaving first class.

The news of this tragedy is best
if it doesn't go

beyond this section of the aircraft.

Come and sit over here, Miss Greer.

Go get a gurney.

We're all so very sorry.
If there's anything I can do.

[sobbing] Thank you.

I suppose it's obvious.

He was more to me than just an employee.

The press hasn't been exactly
kind to either one of you.

"Flash bulletin: it's Sonny
and her chauffeur at it again.

Film at 11."

To keep up appearances,
he became my bodyguard.

Miss Greer, was he always
so obviously nervous and tense?

Only when it came to plane trips.

Odd.

That cassette player malfunction
really sent him over the edge.

A psychiatrist made Leon
a relaxation cassette,

and it's helped him on a dozen flights.

I see.

Excuse me, miss Greer.

I'm going to take Mr. Bigard upstairs.

Wait, please.

He was carrying something.
It'll be safer with me.

-Maybe he moved it.
-What is it, miss Greer?

He had it with him before the movie.

It's gone. It's stolen!

Stolen? What's stolen, madam?

Good Lord, the empress Catherine necklace?

Yes.

I gather that
this necklace is of some value.

To me.

It's worth at least two or three million.

This was no heart attack.

One of you killed him to get the necklace.

One of us? Sonny, please.

One of you is a murdering thief.

Well, one thing is obvious.

It certainly hasn't flown out
of the window.

And there's a murderer
on this plane who has it.

London's two hours off. Mr. Carney,
radio Heathrow.

I want Scotland yard standing by

before anyone can leave this aircraft.

No calls will be necessary, Captain.

Scotland yard is already present.

You--You're the police?

It seems my Holiday will be cut short

a bit sooner than I expected.

Well, I think we're all very grateful

that you're on-board, inspector.

Correction. All of us but one.

I think the first and perhaps
the most obvious question

to ask is, who knew that the necklace

was being carried onboard?

Wait just a moment.

You knew I was flying with it.
All those questions.

Inspector, it was no secret

that she was going to wear
the empress to the gala.

I read something about it myself

in yesterday's boston sentinel.

Miss Greer, was the necklace insured?

And are you with Scotland yard
too, Mrs. Fletcher?

Miss Greer, Mrs. Fletcher's
question was quite natural.

And, frankly, I think
you'd best prepare yourself

to answer quite a few more.

Yes. I'm--I'm sorry.

The empress is insured, of course.

And I'd collect quite a sum
if it is stolen.

But quite frankly,

I'm worth too much to swindle
an insurance company.

Yes.

Well, I think we'd better first begin

by making a preliminary search

of all of the first class passengers.

The areas above and below your seats,

and all of your carry-on baggage.

Not mine, you don't, Mr. Scotland Yard.

I'm an American citizen
flying on an American plane.

Yes, and flying over international waters.

And with the captain's approval,
I do have the authority.

You have my full support, inspector.

Naturally, I can't do as
thorough a job here

as I could on the ground,

but if the necklace does not turn up

by the time the wheels touch the tarmac,

then I shall instruct Scotland
yard to seal off this aircraft

and detain all of you
at Heathrow until we do find it.

Now what do we do?

Detained?

I've got to make connections to Budapest.

We'll do our best then, won't we?

If there's anything I can do to help.

Oh, Jessica, I would welcome it.

The fact is, I'm a bit up in
the air at the moment.

[chuckles] No pun intended.

I'm not so sure about that.

25 years. [sighs]

25 years of playing it
oh-so-very carefully.

Nothing rash or hasty for good old Pogson.

While, of course,
all the younger chaps came up

and latched onto all the big
cases and got promoted over me.

Jessica, if I could get off this plane

with both the necklace and
the killer, it could mean--

Well, it could mean promotion
to chief inspector.

Damn it. I've got to go for it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mrs. Fletcher is going
to assist me in my search.

It's nothing personal,

but since it is my necklace
that's missing,

shouldn't everyone be searched?

Oh, yes, and we're going to begin with me.

All right.

[bags rustling, zippers unzipping]

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Miss Greer, there is just one question.

When Mr. Bigard boarded the plane,

was he suspicious of anyone?

He would have told me if he were.

He said nothing other than
the necklace was in his pocket.

Inspector, that movie producer,

he seemed very anxious to get
his hands on some cash

for his next endeavor.

Of course, being a producer
doesn't make him a thief.

Not automatically.

Pardon me.

Excuse me, I didn't mean
to eavesdrop, but I--

-You are mister--
-I'm John Sugahara.

Inspector, the empress Catherine
is too well known

to be sold as is.

If I were the thief,

I'd sell the stones separately
on the European black market

and perhaps net a million
and a half for my labors.

If you were the thief?

In 1980, I cut the Capetown Diamond.

Flawlessly, some say.

If you'd care to search me now. Excuse me.

Oh, Mr. Carney, would you mind?

I need to look at the deceased.

Oh, well, like the captain said,

you and the inspector
have our full support.

Well, there doesn't appear
to be any sign of a wound.

He died very quietly...

if it was murder.

-Ah, just as I thought.
-Ma'am?

The bluish tinge under the fingernails.

Poison.

How can I get a look at the seating chart,

the boarding passes,
the ticketing records?

Well, just knock on the cockpit door.

-We keep them in there.
-Thank you.

Let me have your carry-on pieces, please.

I'm hoping to make
a connecting flight to Berlin.

Well, I'm hoping to detain
just one person.

Inspector.

All right. And don't you go anywhere.

[laughs]

What is it, Jessica?

Look, I know you haven't
finished searching

the passengers yet,

but I came across something here
that might cut a few corners.

-The ticket records.
-Right.

You see the date down here?

Now, Sonny purchased her ticket

at the liberty tree travel service today.

So only the passengers
who booked their flights

as late as today

could have been on the trail
of that necklace.

Hmm.

Well, Dr. Strayhorn booked
his ticket a month ago;

the metcalfs ten days ago;
Mr. Hardwick two days ago;

you a week; and me three weeks ago.

And Mr. Sugahara bought his ticket

at the ticket counter today.

But I've already searched him.

Well, I'll search him again if I have to.

Thank you very much, Jessica.

Errol, Errol, wait.

We've been concentrating
so much on the passengers,

we may have overlooked something.

-What, the crew?
-Uh-huh.

Now, look here.

That's our stewardess, Kay Davis.

Now, she made a last minute
switch with another girl

so that she could take this flight.

You know, she did seem
sort of preoccupied,

and her beverage service left
much to be desired.

Oh, yes. She stuck me with a tomato juice.

Well, miss Davis is either
brand-new to the job...

or something is distracting her.

That's mine, inspector.

Captain, I don't want
to seem nervous about this,

but who's flying the plane?

-Automatic pilot.
-Oh.

-And this?
-That's mine, inspector.

How long have you been
with the airline, miss Davis?

Two years.

Mrs. Fletcher found out that
you switched with another girl

at the last minute to take this flight.

May I ask why?

Well, the man I'm going with
is a pilot for another airline.

He's flying into London this weekend.

I can see how romance would weigh heavily

on a young girl's mind.

-What's his name?
-Bernard hollings.

Bernie? Bernie's been seeing me in Paris.

What? He swore he was only dating me!

Come on, girls, you calm yourselves.

Your pilot Bernie's alibi is airtight.

But, Kay, yours is not.

Wait a minute. That isn't mine.

A two-million dollar necklace.

And you're right,
young lady, it's not yours.

I think you've got a great
deal of explaining to do.

I hope this brings you
some comfort, miss Greer.

I'm only sorry it can't bring
back your Mr. Bigard.

Kay, I'm responsible for
the safety of 300 passengers.

Captain, I didn't kill that man.

Mrs. Fletcher suspects
he may have been poisoned.

Well, I didn't poison him,
and I didn't steal any necklace.

Captain, Mrs. Fletcher,
I swear to you both.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Pardon me for intruding,

but might I have a closer look
at the necklace?

Perhaps it's the light.

No, it isn't the light.

It's the color of the piece.
It's a half tone off.

You can usually count on the real thing

to weigh an ounce or two more
than an imitation.

Inspector, if this young lady
stole the necklace,

she stole a fake.

-A fake?
-You sure of that?

Impossible. Well, it can't be.

Miss Greer, will you take
a very close look?

[gasp] I can't believe it.

He's right. This is a copy.

Miss Greer, could Leon
have been carrying the fake

as a decoy?

Well, not without telling me.

I suspect that someone brought
the imitation onboard

for a reason.

Probably to substitute it
for the real thing

which we still have not found.

Then, inspector, is miss Davis
charged with any crime or not?

No, miss Davis, you and your crew

can all return to your posts.

Thank you.

Mr. Sugahara, you can return to your seat,

if you would please. Thank you.

Well, it looks as if we miscalculated.

Well, Jessica, we must try and
look on the bright side.

At least the number of necklaces
is growing.

Ah, well, endless the trek,
endless the search. Come.

-Would you stand up, please?
-Us?

Yes, and could I ask you
to empty your pockets

and to show me all
your hand-baggage, please?

-We heard you had your suspect.
-Yeah.

How long are you going
to spend in england?

-On business.
-For a vacation.

I said how long, not why.

A month, inspector. And we're not thieves.

Do we look like thieves or killers?

Could I have your knitting basket, please?

-[stammers]
-Wait. Wait.

Now just suppose we Sue you
and the airlines

for invasion of privacy?

But if you have nothing to hide,

you've got nothing to fret about.

It was Bert.
He was behind it from the start.

I can't take it anymore!

Hush up, Agnes, and let me handle this.

Bert?

Louis, there's no way
we're gonna get away with it.

Would you hand it over, please?

All right, all right.

Sorry, Bert. We couldn't help it.

You see, we were told it's against the law

to bring a dog into england

unless he's quarantined there
for six months.

You were told correctly.

And we couldn't leave poor Bert back home

in some old Kennel.

For those few moments clearing customs,

we were gonna put him
in my husband's coat pocket.

-Ladies and gentlemen,
we're just off the English coast,

starting our descent.

We should be landing in Heathrow airport

in about 20 minutes.

I'll let the Heathrow authorities

deal with my major bust.

I'm sorry. I really had no idea.

What are you gonna do?

What can we do?

I guess we'll take the next plane home.

[clicks tongue]

Where's Mr. Carney?

He's just fetching something for me.

You know, when we arrive at Heathrow,

I've got to alert the customs chief

and my entire department.

They're going to descend
on this plane like locusts.

So much for my one-man show.

Oh, I'll get a citation, all right.

-"Dogcatcher of the year."
-Oh, Errol.

Oh, well.

Meeting you that's reward enough.

What do you say to dinner tomorrow night

at the savoy grill?

You're on.

These printouts just came in
on the computer for you.

What is that?

Oh, it's probably a shot in the dark.

It's ticketing records.

Not just for today's flight,
but for yesterday's flights

and flights later today
on all the airlines

that service the Boston-London corridor.

I'm looking for a familiar name.

Well, look, there's our Otto Hardwick.

Hmm.

But, I--Wait, I don't understand.

There he is again.

He's got--And again! Mm-hmm.

Of course. Now I understand.

He booked passage well in
advance of any possible flight

that Sonny and her necklace
could have taken to London.

Hardwick, or some confederate,
follow Sonny and Leon,

and when they do head for the airport,

he's already ticketed.

And because the airlines are
used to passengers overbooking,

they don't get suspicious.

And by buying his ticket for this flight

well in advance of Sonny, neither did we.

[sighs]

Errol, I distinctly remember

Mr. Hardwick in the airport lounge.

Cigarette smoke bothered him terribly.

So why take a seat in smoking

when there's a perfectly good
empty seat down in non-smoking?

Well, he could have known
that Leon Bigard didn't smoke,

and so to avoid suspicion,

he wouldn't want to sit anywhere
near his intended victim.

But where did he hide the necklace?

And sitting all the way back there,

how did he steal it?

Wait, I remember.

Earlier in the flight,
I was sitting reading.

I remember looking up and seeing
Leon going to the restroom.

It was the only time he left his seat.

Mr. Hardwick got in his way.

Maybe he's a professional pickpocket.

And with a criminal record,

or one of those clever cabaret artists

who lifts people's wallets
and watches right there

in front of the audience.

And then, later in the flight,

he plants another fake
in the stewardess' bag

in the event that Sonny or Leon
discover the switch.

Yeah, but that still doesn't
explain how or when

Mr. Hardwick killed Leon.

Forgive me, Jessica. First things first.

Mr. Kitt, I wonder if you'd be good enough

to take my seat up front, would you?

Mr. Hardwick, I'm afraid
I'm going to have to submit you

to another search.

Inspector, we're all aware that

the best that Scotland yard
could turn up was a mutt.

You're wasting my precious time.

Charles Lindbergh had less hassle

soloing across the atlantic
than I've been subjected to.

Then next time, why don't you
do what he did: fly alone.

Inspector, that's odd.

While I was standing waiting
to use the restroom,

I distinctly heard
the sound of an electric razor,

and it belonged to Mr. Hardwick.

Mrs. Fletcher, is there
some international law

forbidding me to shave?

Not that I'm aware of.

But it does seem like a bit
of whisker overkill

to use an electric razor
and also carry this.

I don't see any sign of a razor.

Close shave, eh, Hardwick?

How very clever of you, Jessica.

That's it, inspector.

Genuine. Absolutely genuine.

I'll have the yard ticket it for evidence,

and then we'll make arrangements
for you to come and pick it up.

Mrs. Metcalf, do you have
any wool that you could spare?

Mmm. This green do?

Thank you.

-ladies and gentlemen,
please fold up all trays

and extinguish all cigarettes
as we prepare for landing.

Would you like to make
a statement, Mr. Hardwick?

What can I say? Yes, I stole the necklace.

And, yes, I killed him.

This is Captain Whetsel.

We are making our approach to Heathrow.

Please make sure your seat
belts are fastened

and your seats are in an upright position.

Sir, we're about to land.

Would you please extinguish
your cigarette?

Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you must return to your seat.

-We're in a line to land.
-Scotland yard? Uh, yes.

Inspector Crimmins, please. It's urgent.

Please, Fred, this is vitally important.

Inspector Crimmins?
This is Jessica Fletcher.

I'm about 5,000 feet over London.

Would you listen carefully?
Time is precious.

Mrs. Fletcher, the landing gear is down.

You must return to your seat.

Yes, thank you, inspector.
Thank you very much.

Thank you.

-please remain in your seats

until the aircraft's come
to a complete stop.

-flight number ten from boston
has arrived at gate six.

Flight number 927
from casablanca is arriving

at the blue concourse.

Thank you, inspector.
Need some assistance?

No, I'm fine, thank you.
I think everything's in hand.

Thank you very much.

-flight number 261
to amsterdam

is now boarding at the blue concourse.

Inspector Pogson,
would you and your prisoner

mind coming with us?

-I'm sorry?
-I'm with Heathrow security.

The customs chief needs
to have a word with you.

Only be a moment.

Blasted red tape every time.

Look, I've just signed the papers.

I suggest that the best thing you can do

is have your chief call
my office in Scotland yard

in about an hour.

-Thank you.
-Sorry, Sir.

Under orders.

Come on.

Look, if this is a question
of filling out more forms,

really, I--

What are you doing here?

Same thing you are, Errol.
Wrapping up a theft.

I'm only sorry we suddenly find
ourselves on different sides.

Jessica, what are you talking about?

Oh, I think you know.

In this day and age
of tight airport security,

how does one make off with
a two-million dollar necklace

without proof of ownership
or a bill of sale?

As the evidence in a crime, perhaps?

I'm--I'm sorry. You've lost me.

A perfect theft requires
a perfect getaway,

and you had yours planned
from the very beginning.

You must have been with
the yard at one time or another.

Perhaps a career man
who only got the gold pin,

and in bitterness
you went after the real gold?

Chief, it is perfectly obvious

that this woman's
storybook world has taken over

from the world of reality.

Don't be modest, Errol.

I fell for your deception
from one continent to another.

You even had the courtesy
to let me find the necklace

in Mr. Hardwick's can of shaving cream.

And to think I invited you
to dine with me.

Mr. Hardwick was
to pickpocket the necklace

and substitute the imitation.

If the switch was not
discovered, all well and good.

But if something went wrong,

well, then you'd be standing by
to nab the thief

and escort him and the necklace
right through customs.

It was a brilliant plan.

Unfortunately, Mr. Bigard spoiled it all

by getting himself murdered.

It all fell into place
when you, Mr. Hardwick,

confessed to the murder.

A skilled sleight-of-hand artist like you

wouldn't have resorted to violence.

Killing Leon would only
attract attention to the theft.

So after lifting the necklace
without Leon even realizing it,

why confess to his murder,

which you had absolutely
no reason to commit?

That's when I knew
that you and the inspector

were in on it together.

You'd have confessed to
every crime on the blotter

to get off that plane and through customs,

because the man arresting you
was your partner in crime.

Shall I ring up the yard

to verify your employment, "inspector"?

Hardwick, you're a bloody twit.

Don't tie up your phone.

No calls are necessary.

Dinner would have been lovely, Errol.

But I'm afraid I'd have been
waiting alone at some table

while you were on another flight
for points unknown.

Very impressive, Mrs. Fletcher.

But permit me one small query.

If hardwick didn't kill
Mr. Bigard, who did?

The killer should be arriving
at customs at any moment.

[plane arriving]

-all passengers arriving
from foreign destinations

will proceed directly
to customs inspection.

Thank you.

-Mrs. Metcalf.
-Yes?

You know, I was just thinking.

Since Bert is persona non grata
in england, what about France?

It's only an hour's trip
across the channel,

and he's welcome there.

Paris, Edna?

Who knows? He might meet a cute poodle.

What a wonderful idea, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sure Bert'll love it.

Parlez-vous francais, Bertie?

-[laughter]
-Any minute.

Flight number 472 from cairo

is arriving at gate number 1.

-Miss Greer.
-Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

You darted off the plane so quickly,

I didn't get a chance to really thank you.

Yes, well, I just want to advise you

that a real Scotland yard man
will be contacting you

about your necklace.

A "real" Scotland yard man?
I don't understand.

Well, what matters is that

your necklace will be waiting for you

if and when you get out of prison.

What are you talking about?

You know, it's ironic.

You actually made the capture

of the bogus inspector
and otto hardwick possible

when you killed Leon Bigard.

-What? No.
-Oh, yes, I'm afraid so.

And in thinking back, I even remember

how and when you did it.

I looked up and saw Kay give you
a glass of water.

It was your way of planting the idea

of taking a couple of
tranquilizers in Leon's head.

And I couldn't help but see
Leon having trouble

with his tape machine.

A little later, he either asked
you for some pills,

or you may have suggested he take them.

I did see Kay bring him some water.

But the pills that you gave him
were no ordinary tranquilizers.

They were poison.

If you didn't see him take pills from me,

you have no proof.

You had easy access to his tape recorder.

You could have tampered
with it before the flight

when he gave you his tote bag.

You made him dependent
on your tranquilizers.

Is that what you think?

Are you prepared to deal with
the battery of attorneys

I'm about to unleash?

Oh, yes, because you went
further than just the murder.

You waited until the cabin was dark,

and then you took the necklace.

I was standing at the front of first class

and saw you enter the galley.

You had time to plant it
in the unlocked crew closet,

and then you headed upstairs,

as far as you could be
from the man you killed,

waiting to be told of his death.

What you didn't know was that the necklace

that you took from Leon was
by then a fake.

The real one had already been
lifted from Leon

by otto hardwick.

That's why you were so shocked

when told the necklace you put
in Kay's bag was a fake.

Chief, if you'll alert Scotland yard,

I suspect that the crew closet handle,

as well as the stewardess'
vinyl bag should have

some of miss Greer's fingerprints on them.

[softly] Damn him.

You're right, Mrs. Fletcher.
So very right.

Leon was my lover.

Only I found out
I didn't have him exclusively.

He climbed into my bed

to climb out of his chauffeur's seat

and onto bigger and better
things for himself.

He... had an eye on a vice presidency

in one of my late father's firms,

and he was bedding the wife
of a board member to get it.

Only yesterday I learned

he was secretly planning
to meet that woman in London

and give me the gate.

Well, nobody tosses me aside.

He... was a nobody.

Mr. Globle.

Here's your script.

You know, I can't tell you
how much I enjoyed

the sophisticated imagery, the poetic wit.

I see it as a cross
between cinema verite and--

-Imagery and cinema verite?
-Yes.

I think if you change the title,
it might do very well

in those quaint little art theaters.

Anything to declare, Sir?

Yes. This is a dud.

[laughing]