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-The negatives.
-Let me see the rest of the money.

[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

The only thing I hate worse
than a smart ass PI

is an unsolved murder on my turf.

I think I know what this is all about.

My God, that’s--

It’s Lee Harvey Oswald.

People have been beaten, robbed,

their rooms searched

and all of it somehow connected

to the assassination of President Kennedy.

I expect you to find those negatives.

You intend to blackmail
Mr. Angelini with them, don’t you?

Come on, Jessica, now let me have them.

[screaming]

[man on TV] As of this evening,

Dallas police still have not issued

a statement about the possible

motive of nightclub owner

Jack Ruby who killed Mr. Oswald

earlier today on national TV.

Eyewitnesses, Secret Service officials

and police continue to disagree

on the number of shots
fired in Dealey plaza

two days ago in the assassination

of President John F. Kennedy.

However, it is believed

that at least two bullets were fired

from the upper storey window

in the Texas book depository.

Mr. Oswald was an employee
of the book depository.

A 9 millimeter rifle
with a telescopic sight

is believed to be the weapon
used by Lee Harvey Oswald.

Oswald was being transferred
to another jail

when Ruby, apparently known
to local police,

pushed past reporters and law officers

and fired the shot
that proved fatal to Oswald.

You know something?

Now, we’re never gonna learn the truth.

[chattering]

Okay, buddy, the negatives.

This was supposed to happen
about an hour from now.

Right, over by the turnpike.

I changed my mind.

Let me see the rest of the money.

As soon as I get
a good look at the negatives.

Come on, come on.

[groans]

[man] enjoy your stay, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, and I’ll see you this evening.

I’ve signed up for your mystery seminar.

Oh, that’s wonderful.

I hope you enjoy it.

[answering machine beeping]

[recorded voice] Good morning,
you have one message.

[man on answering machine]
Oh, Garrett, come on.

Just when I’m beginning
to think you’re not all bad.

Till 3 AM, I waited for you.

You knew the deal.

The whole 2,500 plus the vig.

So now what can I do?

I got to send Bernie and Dave

to take it out of your knee caps.

Have a nice day, Booby.

Bernie, you old chiseler.

So you didn’t stiff me after all.

[man] Yeah?

Yo, Artie.

Charlie.

You can call off your gorillas now.

You got my money?

I’m gonna have your money
for you in a couple of days.

All of it?

All of it.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Every last penny.

That’s good, Charlie.

Because I don’t like to hurt my friends.

[Michael] I think you’re worrying
too much.

Someone has to, Michael.

All these years,
if those things still existed,

you don’t think
you’d have heard it from somebody,

the FBI or someone trying
to sell them to you?

What if you’re wrong?

If they tie me in
to the late Bernard Callan,

you don’t think your life
is over along with mine?

[man] remains and personal effects
of Bernard Philippe Callan

tentatively indicate
he is your missing father.

Where in hell is Coral City?

It’s a few miles north of Miami.

Listen, thanks for getting a postponement
on the Matthews’ case.

How did the chief take it?

Huh. He took it.

You’re okay?

I will be.

Once I find out
what happened to my father.

Laura, there could be some surprises.

Hal, I told you, all I care about

is finding out the truth.

I mean, why a perfectly decent man

would just disappear off
of the face of the earth

and turn up 30 years later in a drainpipe?

I didn’t mean to upset you.

Thanks for caring.

At least now I know
he didn’t just abandon me.

Bye.

Ed, you should’ve moved
your knight to his queen seven.

You’re always this good
at making first impressions,

-Mr. Garrett?
-It’s a gift.

Listen, you know that
skeleton you found, Bernie Callan.

Well, I’m here to claim
3,000 of the "10,000 bucks"

that the papers said was in his wallet.

Really?

Yeah, with interest.

Well, let me show you something else

we found in his wallet.

Charles Garrett, Private Investigation.

Is that you?

-Yeah.
-Sit down, Mr. Garrett.

I’d like you to tell me everything

you know about the late
Bernard Philippe Callan.

Look, Chief, I’m on a one o’clock plane
back to Chicago, and--

Forget it.

You see, since that story
appeared in the newspapers,

forensics found a nick
in Mr. Callan’s spine,

the seventh vertebrae to be exact.

-Yes, so?
-Well, it made me curious.

So I went back out to the excavation site

and did a little dig in it.

I found a .45 caliber bullet.

Wait a minute,
you’re saying Bernie was murdered?

It looks that way.

Which means that anything
found on his person

is now evidence in the capital case

which means that you have
to wait for your money.

Uh, look, Chief--

Let me tell you something, Mr. Garrett.

The only thing I hate worse
than a smart ass PI,

is an unsolved murder on my turf,

especially an old one
where the trail is like ice.

But the good news is,
you’re warming it up for me.

-Yeah, well--
-You know, if I were you, Mr. Garrett,

I’d get busy documenting
my whereabouts for late 1963.

Uh-huh. Um...

[woman] This is not the kind of
security I expect

from a first class hotel.

I want someone up here right away.

I want them to see how safe
you make it feel for your guests.

Just how easy it is for someone to walk in

and violate my privacy, my property.

Yeah, well, see that you make it fast.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to--

Okay, Jimbo, you got about three seconds.

Tell me what the hell
you’re doing in here.

Who the hell are you?

[glass breaking]

Mr. Garrett, what is it?

Oh, my God. Stop this.

Stop! Hey.

Yes, this is Terry Portman
over at the motel.

I got a drunk and disorderly for you.

[Jessica] Please, come in, won’t you?

Believe me once I realized who you were,

I quite understood.

I’m sorry about your father, miss Callan.

And really there is
nothing to apologize for.

You were obviously
under a great deal of stress.

You’re very kind. So let me take you
to lunch for no reason at all.

How’s that?

That’s much better.

Tell me, was anything
stolen from your room?

No, nothing.

From the little I saw,

I sensed that they could have been

looking for something specific.

What makes you say that?

Well, just the general
level of destruction.

I suppose it’s my writer’s instinct,

but when I heard that they thought

that your father might have been murdered,

it occurred to me
that the trashing of your room

might have been in some way connected.

Mrs. Fletcher, I can’t imagine
what that would be.

And if my father was murdered,
I’m sure it’ll turn out

to have been some sort of random killing.

Well, you seem awfully certain.

Yes. My father was not the sort
of man who made enemies.

Laura Anne Callan,

parents Bernard and Janice Callan,

born in Chicago September 17, 1956.

Let’s see, you would have
been about seven when he--

when Bernard Philippe Callan was killed.

So I don’t suppose there is a whole lot

you remember about him.

Only that he was
a very warm, loving gentleman.

He raised me after my mother died.

I see.

Okay, now, Mrs. Fletcher--

Oh, you don’t mind my saying to you

that I-I don’t much like your books.

Really?

What is it you don’t like about them?

Well, they’re just too messy.

I like stories that
clean up all those loose ends,

you know, like Christie, Conan Doyle,

but, you know, sometimes

I’m not sure of
what I think happened really happened.

But isn’t that the way
it often is in real life?

Yeah.

I hate that.

Now, so what exactly is your
involvement in all this?

Well, miss Callan, Laura,
asked if I’d accompany her

to provide a bit of moral support.

Hey, hey, hey, take it easy, huh?

It’s the only suit I got.

You’re some kind of beauty, Garrett.

Chicago PD has got nothing
but wonderful to say about you

all the way from PI license suspensions

to B and E to aggravated assault.

Oh, those cops stay
some of the best fans I got.

Yeah, they’re right up there
with your bankers.

Took three of your credit cards
just to cover your bail.

This is one of your
late father’s associates, miss Callan.

Although I’m not sure
that he is the kind of truth

that you’re hunting for.

[Jessica] Well, they seem to be
surveillance photographs.

You have no idea who these people are?

No, I presume
my father took them on as clients.

Well, that was Bernie’s
specialty, you know,

peeking between the sheets.

And you were staying
with your grandmother in Iowa

when he sent these photos to her?

That’s right, with instructions
that she should hold on to them

and that she shouldn’t open the envelop

unless something happened to him.

After he disappeared,
I stayed on and my grandmother

finally gave them to me
just shortly before she died.

Yeah, besides a few
post cards and snapshots

it’s really all I have of my dad’s.

Uh, there was a fire.

Our apartment in Chicago
was also his office.

Everything in it burned.

Yeah, I remember

because it was at Christmas time

and I went by there to...

to see if he was back in town.

Mr. Garrett, because my father
was so scrupulous

about paying his bills,

I will personally see to it
that you get every penny

that is owed to you.

That’s very decent of you, miss Callan.

You know, by the way

I remember who this woman was.

Majeski. Karen Majeski.

She had a husband named Ralph.

He was a big time scrap metal tycoon

from the south side, a zillionaire.

Now maybe he hired Bernie to tail him.

You see, this Karen,
she had quite a reputation

for fooling around.

Well, that certainly
doesn’t explain why my father was killed.

Yeah, well maybe Steve Stunning here

caught him snooping.

Wait, wait.

I think I know what this is all about.

That's-- Oh, my God! That's--

It’s Lee Harvey Oswald.

[Laura] You don’t believe
anything we’ve said,

do you, Mr. Whitman?

I believe you did the right thing

by calling the FBI, miss Callan.

And by putting the photos in a motel safe.

Well, in any case as I said
I think it’s very likely

that someone else knew
about those photographs.

Right. Somebody connected
to the J.F.K. assassination,

like the guy standing
next to Oswald in the photos.

The one you claim resembles
the mobster Santo Angelini.

Yeah, him.

What about him? Is he still alive?

-I wouldn’t know.
-Oh, come on.

You guys spend half your time

chasing around bozos like Angelini.

I’m sure we’ll have this
all cleared up in a minute, Mr. Garrett.

And then Mrs. Fletcher can catch her plane

back to Cabot Cove and--

Mr. Whitman, the public
have been whipsawed

back and forth for years

about what really
happened that day in Dallas,

about whether Mr. Oswald acted alone,

whether indeed he ever fired the shots.

Now if there is even a chance

that these photographs could shed

any new light on this matter,

whether I catch a plane or not
is of very little importance.

I didn’t mean anything
personal, Mrs. Fletcher.

The FBI received several thousand calls
like this every year

from people with all kinds of motives.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Excuse me.

You okay?

Okay, so you claim to seeing
these surveillance photos

that may have been taken
by the late Bernard Philippe Callan

who turns out to have been murdered.

-That’s definite?
-We’re as sure as we’re gonna be.

The coroner confirmed the nick
in his spine was caused by that bullet.

Angle indicates that
would have been fatal.

Chief Gillis, according
to Laura and Mr. Garrett,

Mr. Callan vanished
in November or December of 1963.

Now my guess is
that he was killed shortly after

the assassination of President Kennedy

which took place on the
22nd of November in Dallas.

Whitman.

I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Miss Callan, because your father’s murder

isn’t within the FBIs jurisdiction,

I can’t really help you,

but I hope his killer is apprehended

or if that’s no longer possible,
at least identified.

Thank you.

Mr. Whitman, for the record,

all three of us saw the photographs.

Oh, I’m sure you believe
you saw them, Mrs. Fletcher.

-Afternoon, Herman.
-Doc.

Dr. Abner Farrow, I teach modern history

over at the university.

You were off your game
this morning, Herman.

Yeah, but if he’d moved his knight
to your queen seven

it would have been a little different.

Well, as I told the chief,

I just want to be
a little old fly on the wall.

So please continue as if I’m not here.

Okay, so where were we?

The photographs.

Let’s suppose that Mr. Callan

took those photographs a few days
prior to the assassination,

he was about to mail them
to his client in Chicago

when the events in Dallas took place.

Yeah, and then suddenly
there is Oswald’s face

all over the television
and the newspapers, and bingo.

Bernie recognizes him
as the guy in his photos.

What reason would my father have

for telling anyone about those pictures?

Well, considering the fact

that they found 10 Gs in his wallet.

I’ll tell you what comes
to mind, blackmail.

No, wait a minute.

Well, it’s just a thought.

Laura, it does make
a certain amount of sense.

And I mean, it would explain

why, after your father was killed,

they went to Chicago,

searched his office
looking for the photos.

Yeah, when they didn’t find them,

they torched the place.

And they never suspected that
your grandmother had them.

They didn’t even know that she was there.

You realize what you’re saying, doctor?

That my father may have had the keys

to one of the worst crimes in our history,

and then he chose
to try to profit from it?

I’m just suggesting that it’s possible.

I mean, it’s also possible that I’m wrong.

Laura, I think I understand
how difficult this is for you.

I mean, how very much that little girl,

whose father disappeared
all those years ago

has needed to cling to the belief

that he wasn’t rejecting her,
that he really loved her.

The children
I grew up with, my schoolmates,

they used to taunt to me,

they would ask me why my father ran away,

what was wrong with me?

So in self defense,

you created this
wonderful man with no faults.

The perfect father.

I guess I did
a pretty good number on myself, didn’t I?

Nothing to be ashamed of, Laura.

It’s called survival.

Hey, I know some guys been
fooling themselves their whole lives.

Now the important thing is that the people

who wanted those pictures so badly,

they found them,

so there is no more danger, right?

I hope so, Charlie.

These are only part of the job

you failed to finish back in 1963,

and again today.

Oh, come on, Mr. Angelini.

Those negatives,
if they were still around--

Somebody beside Mr. Callan
would have attempted

to blackmail me by now.

Blackmailers don’t frighten me, Mr. Hemet,

but the F.B.I. does.

I do not wish to spend what little time

I have left in jails and court rooms.

I expect you to find those negatives

or to give me hard evidence
that they no longer exist.

You understand?

[Whitman] Now the thousands
of reports from people

who claim they had clues about
the J.F.K. assassination,

there is no report we ever got a call

from your father, miss Callan.

Nor as far as we’ve been able to determine

did he contact any other
law enforcement agency.

Well, which could mean that he didn’t
actually see the photographs.

Or you were mistaken about what you saw.

Now, if you’ll excuse me.

Mr. Whitman, there is one other thing.

I would like to know
the present whereabouts

of Mr. Santo Angelini.

That’s totally out of the question.

With the resources that
you have at your disposal,

I’m sure it would only take a phone call.

Look, both of you, the Warren Commission

cleaned up this matter a long time ago.

Now, if you want to try
and rewrite history, fine,

but you’re gonna have to do
that on your own time.

Mr. Whitman, people have been
beaten, robbed,

their room searched,

and all of it somehow connected

to Bernard Callan.

And whether you like it or not,

the assassination of President Kennedy.

Mrs. Fletcher, will you please--

It seems to me that, your position

as a Federal Agent aside,

certainly you would have
some sense of responsibility--

[Whitman] All right, all right,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Fine. I’ll get back to you.

What is it, Jessica?

That man.

Excuse me. Are you a Police Officer?

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Nonsense, you’ve had us under surveillance

ever since we left here this morning.

What is it you want?

Look, lady, you’re mistaken.

No, I am not. Now please answer me.

Or would you prefer
that I call hotel security?

What do you suppose that was all about?

You know, I have a feeling
that whoever stole

the photographs isn’t satisfied.

But what else--

The negatives?

The negatives.

I’ve got the information
you requested, Mrs. Fletcher.

About Mr. Angelini.

Mr. Whitman, I have a couple
of new questions for you.

If I’m only imagining
that I saw Mr. Oswald

and Mr. Angelini in those photographs,

why do you suppose that Laura Callan

and I are being followed?

And why has my room been
broken into and searched?

Mrs. Fletcher, I think
you should be very careful

from here on out.

Oh, I agree.

Now you were going to tell me

where I can find this Mr. Angelini.

[knock on door]

Who is it?

It’s me, Charlie Garrett.

Well, how are you holding up?

And what is it exactly
you wanted to see me about?

Well, I’m not your enemy.

Sorry.

So, how did you
and Mrs. Fletcher make out with the FBI?

Well, it’s beginning to look as though

my father was attempting

to use the photographs for extortion.

No, really?

They didn’t happen to say anything about

where Mr. Angelini might be
hanging out, did they?

Well, I suggest you ask Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Garrett, it’s been
a very difficult few days for me.

I’m awfully tired.

Right, right, right. Well, I’ll be going.

Listen, I’m gonna be leaving for Chicago

early in the morning.

I just wanted to apologize for anything

I might have said about-- about Bernie.

You know,
as far as I’m concerned, he was the top--

Oh, it’s really not necessary.

Oh, another thing.

It was really nice of you
offering to cover

you know, what he owed me,

but I don’t need that money anymore.

You see, I picked up this big new client.

And anyway, good luck.

And I sure hope they find
the guy that whacked out your father.

Thank you, Mr. Garrett.

So anyway, sounds pretty good to me.

We sell the negatives to Mr. Angelini

for a bundle and go halves.

You got a number in mind
we could hit him up for?

No. Don’t.

Please, have a croissant or a muffin.

-Oh, no, thank you.
-My goodness.

Their breakfast seems to be
designed for people

who haven’t eaten for several weeks.

Look, I really just wanted to let you know

how much I appreciate your--

well, your empathy.

I mean, all that
defensiveness and paranoia.

Oh.

[man on TV]
And in nearby Coral City,

joggers made a grim discovery--

That’s the man who was following us.

[man on TV] ...found the body
of 64-year-old Frank Hemet

slumped over the wheel of his car ,

an apparent murder victim.

Police chief Herman Gillis has indicated

that there are no suspects thus far,

but stated that, pending an autopsy,

the probable cause of death

was a gunshot wound to the heart.

The car was found parked in a remote area

near the Coral City waterfront.

The killing of Hemet,
a long time resident,

-apparently took place--
-Excuse me, Laura.

And thus far no eyewitnesses
have stepped forward.

Jessica, what’s going on?

I don’t know,
but I’d certainly like to find out

what Mr. Frank Hemet was doing

and with whom on November 22, 1963.

[man on TV]
Stay tuned, and after this short break,

I’ll be back.

Special Agent Whitman, please.

Mr. Whitman, this is Jessica Fletcher.

I’m all right, thank you.

The man who was following
Laura Callan and me

yesterday was found murdered
over in Coral City?

Well, I’m delighted.

We’re beginning to think
along the same lines.

And I have a feeling
that a background check on

Mr. Hemet might turn out
to be very interesting.

]Charlie] Yeah, that’s the guy, all right.

The one who tossed my room and jumped me.

Forget it, Frank Hemet
would no more do that sort of thing

than he’d have been tailing you.
I mean, I knew him.

This is a man who sold nails
and 2x4s at the lumber yard.

He sponsored a little league team
for God’s sake.

Look, chief Gillis,
have you found anything

that would indicate who killed Mr. Hemet?

Nothing yet but, Garrett,

where were you this morning
between 3:00 and 4:30?

Where the hell do you think I was?

Like there’s something else to do
in this town but sleep.

Uh-huh. By any chance, do you have--

[fax machine beeping]

It's the FBI, for you.

Oh.

[Herman] Like I was saying,
do you carry a .38?

[Charlie] I might.

[Herman] How about letting us run
a ballistics comparison?

Hey, listen, Gillis,

if you’re gonna have to buck me first,

it better be for something solid.

Otherwise stay off of my case, huh?

Now according to this report, Frank Hemet

moved to Coral City in October of 1963.

That was the month before
the J.F.K. assassination.

-Yeah.
-That means he was in town

at the same time as your father.

Wait, there’s more.

Mr. Hemet served for 13 years

on the Dallas police force.

He came here immediately after resigning

under suspicion of affiliation
with organized crime.

My God. You think you know somebody and--

Did Mr. Hemet have any relatives here?

None that I ever heard about.

Then why would he have moved
to Coral City in the first place

and then why would he have
stayed all those years?

Pardon me, did it ever occur to you

that he might have just
plain liked the place?

No, not really.

Chief Gillis has a point.

I suspect you’re all reading
way too much into this.

Perhaps.

Although--

Uh, okay, what--

what is it, Mrs. Fletcher?

Chief Gillis, I wonder

if Mr. Hemet owned any
.45 caliber weapons, maybe

it might be worthwhile to
run a ballistics test on them.

And what would I want to do that for?

Well, knowing your penchant
for nice neat endings,

who knows, you might just find the gun

that killed Bernard Callan.

Okay, now you listen to me.

Because I knew it would come to this,

I took a little insurance.

This is the way it pays off.

I turn up dead or missing.

I’ve arranged some breadcrumbs
that are gonna lead

right back to you and the others.

Look.

Look at it this way.

I’ve almost got my hands
on the items in question.

After all these years,

how much difference
is another 24 hours gonna make?

[phone disconnects]

Hello? Hello?

[knock on door]

Yeah.

Excuse me, Mr. Angelini.

She wouldn’t wait.

I told her you were busy, but no.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Come in.

It’s all right, Carl.

I can’t say I’m surprised
by your resourcefulness.

Can I offer you some coffee,
some refreshment?

No, thank you.
I’ve already found what I came for.

And what could that be?

Mr. Angelini, two days ago I was shown

some very old photographs

in which Lee Harvey Oswald

was standing next to a young man

who someone told me looked like you.

So now that you’re seeing me up close,

you’re satisfied that it was me?

Oh, yes, I am.

That’s a serious accusation,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Not to mention, a flimsy one

since as I understand it,

you are unable to produce
these supposed photos.

Nor do I have the negatives
which your people are still

slicing up furniture
in the hopes of finding.

My dear lady, I assure you,
I don’t know what you’re--

Mr. Angelini, we both know
that this is all connected

to one of the most monstrous events

in the history of our country, and--

Mrs. Fletcher, let me ask you a question.

Assuming that there was
a conspiracy in Dallas,

are you really naive enough to believe

the people responsible would permit you

to peer into their can of worms?

[woman over PA system] May I have
your attention, please?

Mrs. Fletcher, by the way,
your seminar was great.

Oh, I appreciate that, Mr. McCaffrey.

Oh, I almost forgot this fax just came in

for you a while ago.

Not that I read it or anything,

but I couldn’t help noticing it’s from

the Federal Bureau of Investigation
in Washington.

So it is. Thank you.

Ah, Mrs. Fletcher,
what a delightful surprise.

I’ve been hoping for an opportunity

to have a private word with you

to volunteer a bit of
humble advice, if I may.

Oh, and what would that be, Dr. Farrow?

Well, this business about
the late Mr. Callan

and those photographs,

and then Mr. Hemet’s murder.

Well, believe me I can understand

how one might leap into some
pretty far-fetched notions.

But what I urge you
to consider, Mrs. Fletcher,

are the potential consequences for you.

For me?

Well, think about it.

A flurry of interviews,

the talk show, lurid tabloid commentary.

And then after the dust settles,

the big loser will most assuredly be you

and your hitherto excellent reputation.

You’ll be dismissed as--

as just another assassination freak.

Dr. Farrow, I’d be touched
by your concern for me,

except that I understand
your about-to-be-published book

on the assassination totally supports
the Warren Commission’s conclusions.

But we’re talking about the truth.

And any contradictory
revelations about the case

could render it worthless,
along with your credibility.

Mrs. Fletcher, I’ve spent
20 years on that book.

There’s talk of
a million dollars in royalties, awards.

A little while ago, in the public library,

I discovered something else.

A young reporter who files
several eyewitness stories

from Dallas on November 22, 1963

under the byline of D.A. Farrow.

Your first name is Desmond, isn’t it?

I-- yes, I was in the motorcade.

In the first press car, I believe.

You know what I found
particularly interesting was

that in your initial report
you said that you heard

four shots fired,

but the next day you changed your story.

You wrote that you heard only two shots.

The first report, it was a typo.

Was it, Dr. Farrow?

Charlie, what are you doing here?

Jessica, look, I’m sorry.

Now if you’ll just give me
that little manilla envelope,

I’ll get out of your way.

The negatives?

Come on, Jessica.

How did you get them?

Bernie.

He sent them to me back in 1963.

Oh, for safekeeping.

Well, you know, we don’t want
any trouble now, do we?

The rest of it, Charlie.

Okay.

They were post marked
Coral City, November 25.

Three days after the assassination?

Yeah, and probably a minute and a half
before Bernie got himself killed.

I stuck them in the file and then I forgot
about them for about a year.

Then when I realized

that Bernie had stiffed me on the IOU,

I took them to a drug store
and had some prints made,

you know, just in case
there was something in there

that somebody might
want to pay a few bucks for.

Anyway, there were
these little 3/4s, and with the exception

of Karen Majeski and her stud,
I didn’t notice anything.

And by that time, the Majeskis
had gotten a divorce anyway.

Aha, so you put them back in your file?

Until I read about them finding Bernie.

Then I realized there must be a connection

to his disappearance.

You know, I should get hunches like this

when I’m at the race track.

Anyway, I wanted to put them
in a safe place.

So you put them in the mail to me

instead of to chief Gillis or the FBI.

Hey, now wait a minute, you know you can’t

trust those guys, Gillis or Whitman.

That’s not the real reason,
is it, Charlie?

You intend to blackmail
Mr. Angelini with them, don’t you?

Come on, Jessica, you’re as
paranoid as everybody else.

Now let me have them.

Oh, Charlie, think about
what happened to Bernie Callan

when he tried it.

[phone ringing]

I’ll look after those.

Charlie-- oh.

Hello?

Laura?

[Laura] Jessica, please listen carefully.

Come quickly by yourself
and bring the negatives.

[Jessica whispering] They know
we’ve got the negatives.

Are you all right?

Yeah, so far.
Look, whatever you do,

please don’t call the police
or don’t call anyone.

They’ve got nothing to lose.

Yes, I’ll be leaving in about two minutes.

I wonder how the hell

they knew where the negatives were?

On microphone, of course.

They bugged the joint.

Laura?

Mrs. Fletcher.

The negatives, please.

I don’t have them.

Then no doubt you have
disregarded our instructions

in other ways.

[Charlie] Go ahead, pal.

Make your move.

Charlie.

[screaming]

[Jessica] What about the negatives?
-Zip.

Harbor patrol and a bunch of local divers
all came up empty.

Best guess is they got swirled out to sea

or chopped up at somebody’s propeller.

Bottom-line is they’re gone.

Along with any proof that Mr. Angelini

ever set eyes on Lee Harvey Oswald.

Much less that he had
anything to do with the assassination.

Well, hell, it isn’t all that bad.

We got an APB out for him,

his soldier’s behind bars,
and it turns out

that Mrs. Fletcher was right on the mark

about the gun that killed your father.

It was Frank Hemet.

Yes, it’s a safe guess
he was working for Angelini.

Yeah, but it’s still just a guess, right?

Angelini was afraid of exposure.

He was angry at Frank.

When forensics is finished,

I’m sure that we’ll find a fabric trace

or a DNA match
on the passenger seat of Frank’s car.

Chief Gillis, I don’t think
Mr. Angelini killed Hemet.

Mrs. Fletcher, what do you--

It was someone who knew
about Frank Hemet’s past.

It was you, wasn’t it, Laura?

Don’t be ridiculous, Jessica.

How could I have known
about Frank Hemet’s past?

And that FBI report on his background

wasn’t even faxed to you until the night

after Frank Hemet was killed.

You’re right, but it had been
stamped, retransmission.

So I asked agent Whitman to check.

A little while ago,
they faxed me confirmation

that you had been sent
a copy of it the night before.

That’s simply not true.

You probably requested it

on your Denver Prosecutor’s
office letterhead.

And there’s something else.

[Jessica] When you came
to my hotel room this morning,

there was a small dark smudge
on your jacket.

I hardly noticed it at the time

even when the news
of Frank Hemet’s murder

appeared on the TV,

but then, when they showed his car

with its grease-stained shoulder belt,

which would have left a stain

precisely where I’d seen it
on Laura’s right shoulder.

He deserved it.

He murdered my father.

You’ll find a tape recording
of our conversation in my bag.

You confessed, then why did you--

Come on, Chief Gillis, you know the drill.

It happened a long time ago,
he’d led an exemplary life.

He was old.

He was lovable.

What jury would have convicted him?

So after we confronted Mr. Hemet

in the hotel lobby, you followed him.

I learned his name, where he lived.

I called him, I told him
I had the negatives.

[Laura] I suggested we strike up a deal.

I convinced him that we should
sell the negatives

to Santo Angelini
for a great deal of money.

After that I was his new best friend.

It didn’t take very much to convince him

that I had hated my father.

You know, my dad really
wasn’t around very much.

Always cheating on my mom.

Well, if your daddy
would’ve lived up the bargain

and given me what we paid him for,

I’d never have to kill him.

So anyway, sounds pretty good to me.

We sell the negatives to Mr. Angelini

for a bundle and go halves.

You got a number in mind
we should hit him up for?

No.

[gunshot rings out]

I’m sorry, Laura.

Thank you, Jessica.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, hold on, just a second, Gillis.

What about the 10,000 bucks

that was found in Bernie’s wallet?

I want you to have it, Charlie.

I know it doesn’t quite cover
the 30 years of compound interest,

but on the other hand,
I’m not gonna have any use for it.

I guess my father turned out
to be only human.

But then... so did I.

This way, please.

Yeah, except Bernie wasn’t the murderer.

Well, aside from
the pleasure I would’ve had

from locking you up, Garrett,

I think we’ve got us
my kind of ending after all.

At least as far as
Coral City is concerned.

Yeah, and when they bring Angelini in,

maybe then we can learn

something about what happened in Dallas.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Oh. Okay.

Thanks, Avery.

I’m afraid Santo Angelini
isn’t gonna tell us anything.

Three minutes ago
he ran a roadblock on the I-95.

His car flipped and exploded,
he was killed instantly.

But there is one thing.

Avery said that they saw
his tail lights go on like

maybe he was trying to stop.

It could--

it could be possible
somebody tampered with his brakes.

You know, Jessica, I guess
it wasn’t too swift of me,

you know, putting you at risk

by mailing you those negatives.

No, it wasn’t.

I assume this is an apology?

Well, yeah, sort of.

I guess the thing I’m really
kicking myself about is

I should’ve recognized
what was in those photos

the first time I saw ’em.

Then I could have sold them to Angelini,

retired to a tropical island

and none of this ever would have happened.

Charlie, I’m not all that sure

that you would have done it then or now.

Maybe, maybe not.

I guess we’re just gonna have to
add that to all the other things

we’ll never know about this mess.