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[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Someone broke in
and stole our prize exhibit,

Montezuma’s death mask.

Because if anyone was to dishonor Rosa,

I would cut out his heart.

Do you have any idea

who might have wanted to kill him?

It’s kind of a contradiction
in terms, isn’t it?

Good murder.

If you’re right, then death himself

will tell us who the killer is.

Come in, Mrs. Fletcher.

You’re becoming a liability
which we need to remove.

[alarm blaring]

[speaking Spanish] The mask!

Cyrus.

Oh, Jessica.

I can’t tell you,
pleasure to see you again.

How was your flight down?

Oh, it was wonderful.
And I got in last night.

But I was just told
that you’d had a break-in,

so if this is a bad time.

No, no, no, no.

The day is yours,
I’ve cleared the calendar.

We did have a bit of a catastrophe though.

Someone broke in and stole
our prize exhibit

here at the museum.

Oh, good heavens.

Montezuma’s death mask.

Oh, that’s terrible.

Well, yes, but unless you’re afraid

stumbling over a few policemen,

I don’t see why it should interfere

with your research on your book.

What do you need?

Well, as I told you on the telephone

the main character in my new book

is an archeologist,

so I was interested in getting
an idea of your typical day.

You know, how you organize
an excavation, what you find.

In other words, everything.

This could be my first lesson.

It’s Aztec, isn’t it?

Are you sure you need me?

Yes, that’s Aztec.

It’s from our dig out at San Ignacio.

I’ll take you out there
and show it to you.

It’s giving us an incredible amount

of pre-Columbian everyday life.

Ah, that’s a much later
period, Freemont College,

late 20th century,
my daughter and grandson.

Excuse me, Mr. Ramsey.

The police need to talk to you again

and need you to fill these out.

Jessica, this is my research
assistant, Scott Baker.

-Hello, Scott.
-Hi.

-Very nice to meet you.
-Thank you.

Another Freemont alum.

This is worse than a tax return.

I’m afraid I’m gonna have
to meet you somewhere later.

How about lunch? Your hotel, 1 o’clock?

Perfect, it’ll give me a chance

to take a look around the Zocalo.

And if you’re interested

on the way out I can show
you the scene of the crime.

All right.

Señor Ramsey, good.

I have some more questions
about the alarm.

Of course.

Chief Quezada, I'd like you
to meet a friend of mine,

Jessica Fletcher.

The American novelist.

It is an honor, señora.

Well, thank you.

Tell me, how did this happen?

Well, so far all we know is that
the thief came in through the roof.

There were traces of rope
where it scraped the skylight.

Well, this would have to be

the work of a professional, wouldn’t it?

Well, almost certainly.

It was a difficult and daring theft.

You better be careful, Quezada.

She’s liable to have the mystery solved

before she leaves the building.

Señora Fletcher,

is everything to your satisfaction?

Oh, Juan, every year you spoil me more.

I must tell you that the flowers

in my room are absolutely beautiful.

-Thank you.
-My pleasure, señora.

And how’s your daughter Rosa?

Is she still continuing with her dancing?

Yes, she is studying with the
Academia de los Saltes.

She hopes to be dancing

with the Baile Folklorico one day.

Well, that’s wonderful.

I’m planning to have lunch here today.

-Could I ask you to--
-Reserve your favorite table.

I already have it waiting for you, señora.

Juan, you never disappoint me.

Thank you. Goodbye.

You’re welcome. Hasta la vista.

Señor Garcia, señor Montejano is here.

He asked me to tell you.

Yes, thank you, Felipe.

Come in, Garcia.

What is it?

Señor Montejano, what I have to say
is very difficult.

It’s about my daughter Rosa.

Yes?

I’ve heard you’ve taken
an interest in her, señor.

She’s a nice dancer and a genuine talent.

As a sponsor of the ballet,
I feel a responsibility.

Don’t you want to see her succeed?

Yes, of course, but...

Then be assured I only
want to help her, Garcia.

Good, because if anyone
was to dishonor Rosa,

I would cut out his heart.

Ai-ai-ai. [clicking tongue]

If you’re threatening me, don’t.

I won’t take that from anyone.

Why would you say
I’m threatening you, señor?

Didn’t you just finish telling
me that your sole interest

in Rosa was as a patron of the arts?

Garcia, Garcia, Garcia,
I don’t have time for this.

Just get out of here. Huh?

Si, señor.

You’re early, Rosa.

I didn’t think you’d mind.

Of course, I don’t.

Well, what’s it to be this time, all work?

Well, I like to think
of it as a working vacation.

Well, you know what they say,
"All work and no play..."

I do indeed, and I think
I can satisfy both aims.

I’ll take you to some
of my favorite places,

but it’s not the Mexico,

the bus tours to the pyramids
and the mariachis.

This is old Mexico.

And it’s the Mexico that existed

before the Europeans came
and tried to stamp it out.

That culture still exists here...

in some forms anyway.

Its honor, its traditions,
certainly its mysteries.

Well said, señor Ramsey.

Señora Fletcher,

Enrico Montejano on your service.

I’d like to welcome you to my hotel.

Thank you.

I believe that we met
briefly last time I was here.

If I remember correctly,

you had just bought the Santiago.

I regret the fact that
the demands of business

have kept me from being hospitable.

I’m a great admirer of your books.

A good murder is always intriguing, huh?

It’s kind of a contradiction
in terms, isn’t it?

Good murder.

Philosophical question which perhaps

we could discuss this evening.

I’d like to invite you both
to my hacienda tonight.

A small party for a few friends.

Thank you.

May I get back to you?

Of course, until this evening, I hope.

Adios.

What about señor Montejano’s
soiree tonight?

Well, I got the impression back there

that you really weren’t too interested.

Was I that obvious?

No, no, no, we’ve just had

our disagreements, that’s all.

The man does have one of the finest

pre-Columbian art
collections money can buy.

Then you have a common interest.

No, not really.

His interest is purely acquisitive.

He’s even rumored to have

a hidden collection of stolen artifacts.

Well, look, if it makes
you uncomfortable--

No, no, no, no, I’m fine.

We’ll look at it as expanding

your knowledge of Mexico.

[Jessica] Well, it looks as if
they’re planning a fiesta here.

El Dia de los Muertos.

The Day of the Dead?

It’s when the spirits of the dead

are supposed to come back to earth.

Oh, it’s just like Halloween.

Yes, but there’s more to it.

It is an attitude.

They show that they’re
not afraid of death,

the great leveler by making
fun of the rich and powerful.

Because in death’s hands,

they are no better than the simplest peon.

When does it start?

Tomorrow.

There’ll be music and dancing

and the songs of the Calaveras.

The Calaveras?

Yes, the songs mocking the powerful.

And here in San Ignacio,

they’ve even made a play out of it,

which reminds me there’s
someone I want you to meet.

Come on.

[speaking Spanish] You owe
señor Montejano money

[speaking Spanish] No, no, no,
you need to pay by the end of the week.

-Are you all right, Ramon?
-No, it’s fine.

Hey, come on. What is this?

Since my wife went to the hospital,
I’m behind on the rent.

Señor Montejano’s had
to wait for his money

and also was reminding me
he doesn’t like to wait.

Listen, I’d like you
to meet a friend of mine,

Jessica Fletcher.

She’s down here researching a new book.

-Ah, delighted, señora.
-Thank you.

But, but what can this
gringo archaeologist

tell you of Mexico?

Well, at least he knows
where the bodies are buried.

Bravo!

Oh, oh, tomorrow is the fiesta.

Look.

You must come to our Calaveras.

I mean, it is the finest
production in all of Mexico.

Ramon, still the showman.

For 10 years he was with the circus.

Miguelito, the clown,

came down here supposedly to retire.

There he is back in showbiz again.

He runs the Calaveras.

It is in the blood, I’m afraid.

Did Cyrus tell you

that he will be starring
in the Calaveras this year?

No.

You kept quiet about that.

Well, I’m not an actor. I--

Uh-uh-uh, will you come?

Of course, I wouldn’t
miss that for anything.

Consuela, you’re late.

Our guests are already here, okay.

Then they’ll have to wait.

Go and entertain 'em, Consuelita,
por favor.

That’s why you’re here for, right? Huh?

Why don’t you have your
new mistress entertain them?

I hear she’s younger than the last one.

If you don’t like the way I live,

you can always get a divorce, my dear.

You know I can’t.

I made a promise. Until death.

Perhaps, I’ll go after all,

celebrate the death that comes for us all.

Perhaps, he’s coming
for you even now, Enrico.

The Brujas say

sometimes you can see your own death

over your left shoulder.

Is it there now, ooh,

it’s coming close, close, ready to touch.

On that day, Enrico Montejano,

I’ll celebrate the day
of the dead as never before.

Oh, señora Fletcher, I’m so pleased you
were able to come.

Thank you.

I’ve just been admiring
your wonderful art collection.

Ah, my one indulgence.

But I was just telling Scott
that the whole collection

pales beside the death mask of Montezuma.

It’s a terrible loss for the museum.

You must be very disappointed
with your security system.

I’m very disappointed that
anyone would want to steal it.

Unfortunately, many people

long to possess beauty.

Yes, and usually for the wrong reasons.

Will you excuse me?

-Oh, yes.
-Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher, what would you like?

They make a mean margarita.

Well, I think I’ll stick to mineral water.

Thank you.

Oh, that’s a nasty cut.

I got it in a fall at the site.

It’s an occupational hazard, I guess.

Oh, there you are, my darling.

You look radiant tonight.

Señora Fletcher, my wife, Consuela.

Oh, how very nice to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine.

I’ve enjoyed your books for many years.

Oh, thank you.

You know, my publisher told me

that after the English,

the Spanish language is most popular.

But I prefer to read the original English.

Words have power

so they must be kept pure and unblemished.

Otherwise they lose their power,

like failed promises or broken vows.

If you’ll excuse me.

I’m asking you, Rosa,

what were you doing with Enrico Montejano?

I wasn’t doing anything.

Don’t lie to me.

I know you were up in his suite yesterday.

Please, Rosa, I’m worried about you.

Papa, I am not a child anymore.

You just don’t understand.

Then help me to understand.

I raise you to be smart,
to use your intelligence.

Surely you can explain something

you think is so obvious
to your own father.

I should go.

Rosa, I know this man.

He will use you, destroy
you and your reputation.

What would Jason think?

Don’t you dare talk to me about Jason.

I forbid this.

I forbid you to see this man again.

I’m sorry, papa.

Rosa!

-Good morning, Jessica.
-Oh, morning, Scott.

Guards saw a couple of men
snooping around again last night.

That damn Montejano.

That’ll be a couple of his men.

Did they take anything?

No, I don’t think do.

Say, this is quite an operation

you’ve got going here.

Yes, can you believe it, Jessica?

This was an entire town at one time.

Did you know that when the Spanish arrived

in Tenochtitlan, which is now Mexico City,

there were as many
people living there then

as there were in London?

That’s amazing.

You know, in my book,
the dig has been in operation,

I suppose, about 2 years.

Is that what I’m seeing here?

Yes, a dig about this size
would take 2, 3 years.

And then probably twice
that to analyze it all.

[speaking Spanish]

Careful with that.

Careful with that. Easy now.

It’s been centuries in one
piece, let’s not break it.

[speaking Spanish] Thank you.

I had no idea that archaeologists

had to be so hands-on.

Yeah, well, it’s better than
being in the lecture hall.

Even I have a hard time
keeping up with him.

What do you want now, Garcia?

To end this nightmare once and for all.

I know what’s going on
between you and Rosa.

How can you take advantage of a child?

She’s an adult, very much an adult.

She can make her own choices, Garcia.

You forced her into it.

She came to me, okay.

She told me, Garcia,

that ever since her mother died

she hasn’t been able to talk to you.

You don’t understand her or her ambitions.

That’s a lie.

He’s telling the truth, papa.

You never listened or talked to me

or cared about what I wanted for myself.

Please go before you make things worse.

Enrico.

Let him go.

Because of Rosa’s sake,

you will walk away,
but you’re finished here.

You’re fired.

Now get out.

You should have killed me
when you had the chance.

Out!

Perdoname señora I didn’t mean to.

Wait, wait, Juan, is something wrong?

I will be leaving here today, señora.

I will no longer be managing this hotel.

But why?

You’ve always done such
a marvelous job, Juan.

-I just tried to kill Enrico Montejano.
-What?

But God forgive me,
I couldn’t pull the trigger.

This has something to do
with Rosa, doesn’t it?

I can’t talk to her anymore.

Last year, she was so happy.

She was engaged to an American boy,

Jason Powell.

Everything seemed perfect.

They were making plans for their future.

They were madly in love.

But then Jason was killed in an accident.

Oh, no.

For months she hardly spoke.

I thought she was getting better

when she took up her dance studies again.

But now I find she’s involved
with Enrico Montejano.

He’s an evil man.

How can Rosa, my own flesh
and blood, not know this?

Is there anything that I can do to help?

I don’t need anybody’s help, señora.

I know what I have to do.

[speaking Spanish]With your permission.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

-Montejano?
-Yes.

If you want your merchandise,

meet me inside the stables in San Ignacio

when the Calavera starts.

[Enrico] I’ll be there.

And come alone or the deal is off.

[Enrico] Don’t worry, I--

[dial tone]

All right. All right.

Just remember, don’t be in a hurry,

they need time to laugh.

I don’t know how I ever allowed
you to talk me into this.

Ah.

Good luck.

I mean, break a leg.

-How do I look?
-Like death.

See you later.

Does señor Montejano
always attend the Calavera?

Oh, yes, yes.

And each year he fails
to see that it’s him

we’re making fun of.

I think it’s time to start. Excuse me.

[speaking Spanish] Help me, someone!

He’s dead.

Be careful with that.

Be careful with that please.

I mean, it’s a very, very old piece.

We’ve been very lucky.

We found it in perfect condition.

When can we expect it back in the museum?

Just as soon as we complete
our forensic examination.

Well, thank you.

Coffee?

It’s been a long night.

-Oh, no, thank you, Ramon.
-Bueno.

Would I be mistaken in saying

that according to rumors, señor Montejano

had a secret collection
of stolen artifacts?

I’ve heard that too

which makes me believe that perhaps

he was buying this one
and the deal went sour.

You know, I saw him leaving
the cantina during the play.

Now he made a point of going alone,

leaving his bodyguard
behind which was unusual.

The man was following him everywhere.

Unless, of course, the victim had dealt

with his killer before.

Well, yes, that might explain it.

Señor Montejano was facing his killer

and was shot at what appears
to be very close range.

Yet, he seems to have made no attempt

to defend himself with his own gun.

And that would seem to me to indicate

that he knew his assailant.

You are very observant, señora.

I congratulate you.

But isn’t it strange

that the murderer left the mask behind?

And you said the killer placed the mask

over the victim’s face.

Yes, almost like a ritual.

Well, I must get back to the hotel,

stop interfering with your investigation.

Oh, far from it, señora.

Please contact me

if you have any further insights.

Buenas noches.

Oh, thank you. Good night.

Enrico was a man
of vision, señora Fletcher.

When he was young he had no money.

He was absolutely penniless.

And yet he built all this up from nothing.

And he was always prepared to share

his good fortune with others.

And you have no idea

who might have wanted to kill him?

Perhaps someone jealous of his success.

The fact is I knew

very little about his business.

That’s the way Enrico preferred it.

He came and went as he pleased.

I’m so sorry that I missed you

yesterday at the fiesta in San Ignacio.

I wanted to thank you so much
for your kind hospitality.

Enrico only decided
to go at the last minute.

I had already made other plans.

It wasn’t unusual for him
to socialize without me.

Sometimes for business,

sometimes for other things.

Well, I mustn’t take
any more of your time.

It was very nice of you to come.

Oso, would you have the driver

take señora Fletcher back to her hotel?

Thank you.

I will never forget him.

I’m sorry.

It is men like señor Montejano

who keep this country going, señora.

I used to live in the streets
until he gave me work.

I owe my life to him and I failed him.

[speaking Spanish]

But you can’t blame yourself.

I saw him tell you to wait in the canteen.

I should have followed anyway
and taken the bullet for him.

A lot of people seem to miss him.

That woman hated him,
made his life miserable.

She even forced him out
of her life and her bed.

He wasn’t perfect, señora,

but he was a very generous man.

Well, his dealings with Ramon

certainly weren’t exactly charitable.

To be successful, señora,
you must be strong.

Sometimes he was forced
to explain strength

to those who tried
to take advantage of him.

Are you ready, señora?

Yes, Oso, thank you.

Juan, you’re still here?

Yes, because of the death
of señor Montejano

I will no longer be leaving, señora.

His wife Consuela asked me to stay on.

So she will be handling
his business arrangements from now on.

Yes, it seems that way, señora.

Why wouldn’t she keep him on?

Papa was always the one
who made the decisions.

Oh, I agree, he’s a perfect choice.

After all, it was your father

who made this hotel what it is.

And now I am reminded that I’m supposed
to be on a working vacation,

so I’ll say goodbye for now.

When did you start talking
to señora Montejano?

Since Enrico was killed.

I suppose it was lucky for both of you.

All of your problems solved at once.

You didn’t come home until

well after midnight last night.

What’s that got to do with you?

Did you tell me what you were doing?

I said I would take care
of everything, didn’t I?

That’s amazing.

You’ve got the mask back already.

Aye.

I understand you have to do some research

at the Pyramid of Teotihuacan.

Yes, Cyrus is supposed to meet me here.

He called to say he might
be a few minutes late.

If you’ll just come with me,
I’ve got to set the alarm.

I got to get out of here myself.

I’m out to Mount Popo for the weekend.

Oh.

Obviously, the thief must have understood

this alarm system to be
able to steal the mask.

But what puzzles me is

how is he able to climb up
to the top of that skylight

before the guard came back?

Well, unless he was already up on the roof

before he set it off.

Yes, but the alarm is triggered down here,
isn’t it?

Yeah, that’s right.

And the climb...

I mean, that would be awfully difficult

to climb up to the top of that.

Well, no, not necessarily,
not with ascenders.

Equipment especially
designed for going up ropes.

It doesn’t even take
brute strength anymore.

Well, you sound like a very
experienced climber yourself.

No, i’m fairly new.

I was introduced to it by Jason Powell.

Oh, that’s the young man

who was going to marry Rosa Garcia, right?

Yes.

-He died, didn’t he?
-Last year.

He wasn’t by any chance
killed in a climbing accident?

No, it was a car crash up by the border.

I still can’t believe what I heard.

I mean, I knew Jason.
He wasn’t into drugs.

[Cyrus] -Jessica.
-Listen, I’m late.

I was supposed to meet some friends
about a half an hour ago.

Scram on out of here! Sorry I’m late.

Have a good weekend, Scott.

Hey, thank you.

-No excuses, only apologies.
-Oh, no problem.

I had a very interesting
chat with young Scott.

He’s a very bright boy.

Yes, he is. He’s the best.

Well, come on. Let’s go.

I want to show you parts of the pyramid

that most people have
not even read about it.

Come in, Mrs. Fletcher.

You’re becoming a liability
which we need to remove.

Just a moment please.

If you expect me to accept

that you are an agent
of the US government,

you’re going to have to show me

some kind of identification.

I’m with the DEA.

We’re working with the mexican authority

to stop drug trafficking.

And what has that got to do
with Enrico Montejano?

For starters, he was more
than just a businessman

with a taste for stolen art.

The man ran a sophisticated
smuggling operation.

We had an undercover agent

working inside his organization

and we were on the verge
of busting it wide open.

Then his death must have been
quite a setback for you.

Please have a seat.

In a way yes.

Whoever killed him could
have been a competitor

or someone in his own organization

who wanted to move up.

Perhaps an informant

whose identity had been discovered.

The possibility never occurred to me.

No, of course.

What about the mask?

Probably a decoy making the motive

look like a robbery instead of drugs.

And how do I figure in all this?

Our agent is still in place.

And we’re going ahead as planned.

Now what we need, Mrs. Fletcher,

is for you to stay away
from the Montejano family.

It’s dangerous enough as it is

without having someone asking
questions about the murder.

If there’s anything I can
do to make you back off,

please let me know.

Well, as a matter of fact, there is.

What do you know about the death
of a young man named Jason Powell?

Why?

He was engaged to the daughter
of a friend of mine.

And there was some question
about his accidental death.

I heard the word drugs mentioned

and I thought you might know something.

Jason Powell was a college kid who got
mixed up with Montejano

and ended up agreeing to carry a carload
of drugs into the states.

We stopped him at a checkpoint
near the border,

he panicked and drove off.

When we chased him,

he ended up crashing down a ravine.

Oh, how awful.

He was killed outright.

Nice-looking kid.

Blue eyes, curly blond hair.

It’s one of those things
that stick in your mind.

Things that you see in your sleep.

So do we have a deal?

Don’t worry.

I’ll stay away from the Montejanos.

Good.

Sorry I broke in on you like this,

but I think you understand
our need for caution.

Of course. Just one other thing.

You said that Jason Powell
was a young college student.

Which college?

Freemont. Why?

Ah, it’s just another piece in the puzzle.

Thank you, Mr. Ramirez,
you’ve been very helpful.

Rosa. If you’re looking for papa...

...he’ll be back later this morning.

No, actually I wanted to talk to you.

Rosa, you know,

your father has been
terribly worried about you.

Mrs. Fletcher, whatever I did,

I did for my own reasons.

Would you... would you think

of telling me about them?

Look, I don’t mean to be rude

and I appreciate what you’re trying to do,

but for me this is
something very personal.

Rosa, I know how Jason was killed.

Who told you?

A DEA agent named Ramirez.

Then I suppose he told you
I was working for him.

No. He didn’t have to.

Once he told me there was an informant,

I knew that that was the explanation

for your interest in Enrico Montejano.

It was because of Jason, isn’t it?

I’m sure you still love him very much.

I was only 16 when we first met.

He used to come out here every summer.

And then after we were engaged,

he decided to move here
and buy us a house.

And when did he get mixed up
with Enrico Montejano?

After Enrico bought the hotel,
he gave Jason a summer job.

Pretty soon he was inviting
him to his hacienda

and taking him flying in his fancy jet.

Jason was hypnotized by easy money.

And that’s when he agreed
to run the drugs?

He didn’t tell me about it
until the night before.

I begged him not to do it,
but he wouldn’t listen to me.

He said it was for our future.

That was the last time I saw him.

It must have been a terrible blow.

I felt as dead as he was.

And then it turned to anger.

I swore I’d make Enrico pay.

So I went to the DEA and I met Ramirez.

I was ready to do
anything to get evidence,

even become involved with Enrico.

Does "anything" include murder?

No.

I thought about it,
but I just couldn’t do it.

So I waited.

And when I heard about
that meeting I told Ramirez,

I thought it was a drug deal
and we’d finally have him.

Have you talked to your father about this

since Enrico’s death?

I’m so ashamed.

Rosa, you did this for Jason.

I believe that your father
will understand.

You’re more important to him
than anything in the world.

I’ll try, I promise.

Before I leave, there’s one more thing

I need to know about Jason.

I don’t understand
what you hope to find here

when the murder took place in the stables.

Well, if you’ll bear
with me for a few minutes

I hope to show you.

[speaking Spanish]

Is Ramon here?

No, I’m sorry, he’s out.

I’m Ramon’s wife, Maria.

Oh, yes, of course,
Ramon told me about you.

I understand that you
were in the hospital.

I hope you’re feeling better.

Oh, thank you. I’m glad to be back.

Everything’s better now.

Since señor Montejano’s death

Ramon has been able to make

an arrangement for the back rent.

We can keep this place now.

I’m so glad.

Excuse me.

Are those the costumes
for the play over here?

Yes, my responsibility as always.

I was a fortuneteller,

but I still used to make
the costumes for Ramon

when he was in the circus.

He performed all over
South America, you know.

Yes, so I understand.

And now every year he puts on the play

for the Day of the Dead."

It’s in his blood, he can’t give it up.

And I still have to make the costumes.

Well, you certainly do beautiful work.

That’s Ramon’s.

I can’t understand why he’d want to do it,

but he always plays death.

Until now.

I recall that Cyrus
played death this year.

Is that why you made this second costume?

But I didn’t. I only made one.

Well, isn’t that curious,

because this one
is identical to the first.

But it seems to have some
sort of stain on the legs.

What do you think they are?

My guess would be blood.

Yes.

If you’re right, Chief Quezada,

then death himself will
tell us who the killer is.

You found out, didn’t you?

I knew it was just a matter of time.

Ah, Jessica.

How’s the investigation going?

It’s finished.

I think I know who Enrico’s killer is.

Is it a secret or can you let me know?

Unfortunately, Cyrus,
I think you already do.

You see, the thing that kept puzzling me

was why the killer left
the mask on Enrico?

I don’t know.

But it certainly was
a good stroke of luck.

Yes, a little bit too convenient, I think.

But now I understand

why you stole it in the first place.

Me?

Oh, why would I take the mask?

Well, that’s what didn’t make sense

until I made a simple connection.

Jason Powell was your grandson.

-That’s no secret.
-No.

The secret was that he died running drugs

for Enrico Montejano.

You didn’t want the mask.

You wanted revenge.

When your motive became clear,

everything else fell into place.

You were familiar enough
with the security system

to steal the mask and not trip the alarm.

You may have even set it off deliberately
when you reached the roof

so it wouldn’t look too
much like an inside job.

Please, Jessica, you’re talking nonsense.

How could I make a climb like that?

I’m not a young man anymore.

I saw you out at the dig.

Even Scott had trouble
keeping up with you.

And I expect it was Jason powell

who first told you about
climbing techniques.

When we were at the dig,

i noticed climbing equipment
in the back of your truck.

My guess is that it originally belonged

to your grandson, Jason.

Total supposition.

I mean, it’s preposterous.

Even if I did steal the mask,

I couldn’t have killed Enrico.

I was on stage in front of 50 people.

Oh, I wish that were true, Cyrus.

But we found the duplicate
costume earlier today.

Ramon took your place on the stage.

He was the one who taught you the moves
in the first place

so no one noticed the change.

You gave Ramon a long story

about how you needed to slip away

in the middle of the play

to set up a surprise for the fiesta.

What you didn’t tell him was
the nature of the surprise,

that you intended to kill Enrico.

When he found out he had to keep quiet

or look guilty himself.

Ramon went on stage for me.

That doesn’t prove that I killed Enrico.

No, it doesn’t.

Your costume did that for us.

Enrico’s greed for the Death Mask

overrode his usual sense of caution.

He left his bodyguard behind.

But when you shot him

from such close range

the blood splattered out on your costume.

It’s hardly visible on the dark fabric

but once forensics knew where to look,

they were able to make
an exact determination.

You left the mask on
the body knowing the police

would return it to the museum.

It must have seemed perfect.

The mask would be back where it belonged.

The man who destroyed
your grandson would be dead.

Jason died 2 days
before his 21st birthday.

He had so much energy.

He was interested in everything.

He had his whole life in front of him

until he met Enrico Montejano.

That man corrupted him.

He was a cancer.

He had to be cut out

before he infected
one more innocent person.

You understand that, Jessica, don’t you?

I’ve been thinking that
the Day of the Dead

is not just the time
for remembering the past,

but also a time for new beginnings.

That’s what it was for us.

I don’t know how to thank you enough.

Oh, please.

I only did what I could.

Oh, by the way,
did you get all the research

you needed for your book?

Oh, enough for several books.

Well, I hope you’ll visit us again soon.

-Oh, yes.
-Good.

You know, I should leave for the airport.

Oh, before you go, I may
be a little out of practice,

but I’d love to read your palm.

Why not?

Oh, yes, you’re going
to go on a long journey.

Oh, I like that.

And you’re going to meet
a handsome stranger...

with a dagger in his back.

Oh, no, you don’t.