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[Jessica] Tonight on Murder She Wrote.

She moved in about five years ago

and she’s never been out of her apartment.

Never?

It’s not at all what it appears to be.

There is not enough malpractice insurance
in the world

to cover what you’ve been doing to her.

Doctor Holden, do I have to go to sleep?

There you go.

You’re gonna feel much better
in the morning.

You’ll be around, Mr. Phelps, won’t you?

I have to keep an eye on Alice, don’t I?

Hello, Alice.

Go away!

Alice may have seen something
that incriminates someone else.

[screeching]

[screaming]

[cheerful orchestral music]

[chattering]

[screaming]

[gasps]

[screeching then screaming]

[knocking on door]

Good morning, Mrs. Fletcher.

Express mail.

Thank you, Richie.

Yes, the galleys have just arrived.

I promise, I’ll get to them
over the weekend.

All right. Goodbye, Arthur.

Was there something else, Richie?

Well, it’s really not your problem, ma’am,

but there’s this tenant,

up in one of the singles
on the 10th floor.

Alice--uh, Miss Morgan I mean.

She moved in about five years ago

and she’s never been out of her apartment.

Never?

Uh-uh, not once.

Come in, Richie.

Thank you, ma’am.

She’s afraid, Mrs. Fletcher.

There’s some sort of name
for what she’s got.

Uh-huh, yeah,
I think you mean agoraphobia.

There you go.

Anyway, I sort of keep an eye on her,
you know.

I deliver her groceries and the paper

and take away her trash.

She doesn’t trust strangers.

Well, all of a sudden
this last couple of days

she’s refused to open the door
to take the stuff.

She tells me to just leave it.

She hasn’t even hauled it inside.

She just yells that I should go away.

Oh.

Does she have any relatives?

A brother.

And there’s a Dr. Holden
who comes to visit her.

I’ve called them both
and left messages on their machines

but nobody’s shown up.

I tell you what? Why don’t the two of us
just run up there for a minute

and maybe between the two of us

we can find out whether
or not she needs help.

[knocking on door]

[Alice] Go away!

Alice, I’m here with
Mrs. Fletcher from 4B.

She’s worried about you.

[Alice] I’m fine. Go away.

Alice, I thought maybe
we could talk for a moment.

Otherwise we’re gonna
have to call for some help.

Just for a minute.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Would you, um, like some tea?

Oh, no, thank you.

Miss Morgan, Alice,

I don’t want to pry,

but Richie was very concerned about you.

When I look through here
I can see the brownstone,

the house I lived in with my family.

Oh, that’s lovely.

Do you ever have a dream
where, when you wake up

you’re not certain if it was a dream
or if it was real?

Yes, I have.

I usually fall asleep
before this show is over,

so I tape it just to be sure.

Five years ago I saw a man.

I mean, I saw him in a dream,

but maybe...

[man on television]
He is back with a vengeance.

He is a leading contender

in the much talked about design project,

the Lower Soho Museum of Arts.

Jordan Barnett,
welcome back to the Big Apple.

Thanks, Jim.

It’s nice to be back.

That’s the man... from my dream.

From five years back?

Yes.

No.

A week ago and every night since

I see the body of my mother lying there

and when I go to touch it,

this huge vicious bird comes right at me.

Her body, but your mother is--

[shouting] For God’s sake,
don’t you understand?

She’s dead!

She was murdered.

Who are you?

And what are you doing here?

I’m sure that you and the doorman

have the best of intentions,

but Miss Morgan is my patient

and as you can see,
her condition is very precarious.

So you’re going to have to leave,
I’m afraid, right now.

Of course. Excuse me,
are you the Dr. Holden

that Richie was trying to reach?

Yes, I am and Alice needs me right now.

Thank you very much.

Alice, well, let’s turn this off.

Come on, you can do it, calm down.

Yeah, slowly, slowly,
that’s a girl, slowly.

[phone ringing]

Jordan Barnett Design Studios,
Laura Martin speaking.

I’m afraid he’s in a meeting
just now, Mr. Beris.

All right.

We’ll report back to the rest
of the committee tomorrow.

And well, personally I think

it’s safe to say you’ll be our choice.

Thank you, Mrs. Eddington.

I’d be less than honest
if I didn’t tell you

how much I appreciate
your personal involvement.

Thanks so much for coming by.

So, what’s your reading?

Is the museum commission a go?

Well, Laura, let me put it this way.

I hope I'm gonna be
counting heavily on you

in the next few months.

I got a few phone calls
and we’re out of here. Dinner.

Oh, the TV station faxed in some inquiries

that came in
after the show the other night.

Well, shall I send
the usual bio and credits?

Jordan, is something wrong?

Well, of course not.

What about dinner?

Later.

Jim, you want to bring it around?

Right away, Mr. Barnett.

Barnett.

Ben. Ben Cutler, how long has it been?

Forget the charm, will you?

You know how long it’s been.

You got about 30 seconds.

Maybe you ought to get to it.

Yeah, but what it is, see,

I’ve seen your specs

of renderings for the museum project.

And?

You’re incredible, you know that?

When you can put two sentences together,
call me.

Thanks.

I’ll give you a couple right now.

Except for a few details you added,

that entire package
is my old university library project.

Ben, get a life.

And stay the hell out of mine, all right?

Look, Jordan,
I don’t want to make trouble.

I just want what’s mine.

[Ellen] Time’s up, Jennifer.

Oh, thank you, doctor.

Uh, see you on Tuesday.

Doctor, I need--

Tuesday, Jennifer.

[gasps] What?

Ellen, we’ve got to talk.

Not now, Peter. Now let me through.

No, damn it. I’m sick and tired of you

draining my sister’s bank account

and not making her any better

and turning her against me in the bargain.

And I’m also a little--

Peter, you’re being tedious.

The only interest I have in you

and your financial problems is

how they affect Alice
and her mental health.

Now--now get out.

You better start listening to me, doctor,

because you know and I know

there is not enough malpractice insurance
in the world

to cover what you’ve been doing to her.

You want her permission
to sell the brownstone.

I’m not gonna take anything
away from her, Ellen.

She’ll get her half, every penny of it.

I’ll see what I can do.

Okay, but fast.

[man] I would have retired six months ago,

but my wife said,
"How can you be a good grandpa,

if you can’t afford all of this stuff?"

I know. When is it due?

Yesterday.

The kid’s probably gonna be a soccer star.

My daughter, Estelle, says

he’s been trying to kick his
way out of there for months.

Did you find anything?

Well, yes, but I’m not sure
I know what it means.

Lillian Morgan, age 47,

murdered in her own brownstone
on West 61st Street,

five years ago last month.

There’s a statement in there
from her daughter, Alice,

and also her son, Peter.

Hmm, carving knife from the kitchen.

Possible robbery.

So the case is still open, no suspects.

How old would Alice have been
at that time?

Mmm, 18 years old
and her brother was away at school.

Yeah, it’s kind of coming back to me.

The victim had a husband
who walked out on her

about three months before she was offed.

That was Wallace Morgan.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we tried tracing him,
vanished into thin air.

Here, missing persons.

Figured he died or left the country.

So anyway the daughter,
this neighbor of yours,

she goes a little wingy,

holes up in her apartment for five years,

suffers recurring nightmares
of her mother’s murder,

then sees this architect.

Jordan Barnett.

Right, on the TV
and her shrink tells you to butt out.

Come on, Jessica, there’s nothing here.

They said this was gonna be
more complicated

than driving a patrol car,
but I had no idea.

Miss Fletcher.

Detective Grady.

Here’s what I tracked down, lieutenant.

Phone company records
show this guy Barnett

closing his account
five years ago, last month

and there’s no record
of him in New York since.

[knocking on door]

Hello, Alice.

Hello, desk.

I’ll be right there.

Come on, move it, move it.

Mrs. Fletcher, it’s Alice.

Somebody’s trying to
bust into her apartment.

[Jordan] Alice, let me in.

Go away, please.

Leave me alone.

Come on, Alice, open up.

Alice, Alice, I’m not here to hurt you.

Alice, damn it, open it up!

Alice!

Go away!

Hey!

Alice, this is Jessica Fletcher.

He’s gone now.

Would you please open the door?

Mrs. Fletcher,

it isn’t just a dream.

That was Jordan Barnett,

the man who killed my mother.

Alice.

Don’t leave me alone, please.

Alice, you’re a big girl now, okay.

I--I’ll stay with you.

No, you won’t, Mr. Phelps.

Alice needs her rest.

I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,
both of you.

It’s okay. It’s okay.

Put your head down, come on.

There you go. Lie back.

That’s a girl.

I’ll see you tomorrow, hmm?

Look, I can understand your concern,
doctor, but--

[Dr. Holden] I don’t think you do.

That young woman
is simply not strong enough

to withstand a barrage of people

and questions that could
send her right over the edge.

Dr. Holden, doesn’t it
alarm you that the man

that she believes murdered her mother

is now trying to get into her apartment
to possibly harm her?

Given your profession, Mrs. Fletcher,

I’m not surprised that like Alice,
you have a difficult time

discerning that fine line
between fantasy and reality.

Jordan Barnett is not
a fantasy nor is the fact

that he happened to have left Manhattan

within hours of Lillian Morgan’s murder.

Life is full of coincidences.

[Jessica] Perhaps.

But as I believe Dr. Freud suggested,
"very few accidents."

Touché.

[Laura] Pardon me,
what did you say your name was?

I’m sorry, Dr. Holden,
but he’s with a client just now.

Would you care to leave a message?

Oh, well, may I tell him
what this is regarding?

I’ll give him the message, doctor,

but I happen to know
that he is busy tonight.

You’re welcome.

I cannot account for the fantasies

of a young woman who is clearly deranged.

Following my recent television appearance,

the station sent us
a list of enquiries and I--

Yeah, about that.

I wasn’t aware that architects

were making house calls
to prospective clients.

If you permit me to finish
I was about to say

that I thought she might be
the same Alice Morgan

that I dated many years ago

and subsequently lost track of.

So instead of phoning her
you simply showed up at the door.

I wanted to surprise her.

Well, you certainly
seemed to have succeeded.

Look, this whole thing
is a total misunderstanding.

It’s not at all what it appears to be.

I was coming to that.

So why did you run?

Let me answer that
with a question for both of you.

Now suppose you’re a prominent architect

for whom there is an important
high profile commission

hanging on a precarious balance.

The Lower Soho Museum.

Precisely, and you make the mistake

of knocking on the door of a young woman

unaware that she happens to be
severely emotionally disturbed

and who turns your innocent visit
into a public scene,

a scene which neither you
nor your career can afford.

Now my question is this,
what would you have done,

if an overprotective doorman

and several irate neighbors converged

upon you, making the same assumptions

that brought the two of you
to this office?

He’s got a point, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I make no claim that I made

the wisest decision by leaving when I did.

But now if you’ll excuse me,
I’m already late

for an important meeting.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Barnett.

I can’t believe you’re pulling this
on me again.

It’s just business, Laura.

Yeah, right. Yours and this Dr. Holden’s.

I got that part, Jordan.

What I want to know is
should I pack my bags

and head back to California?

Laura, Laura,
I promise I’ll explain everything to you.

Now if I can get away early enough,
we’ll grab some dinner, huh?

[Peter] I’m actually her stepbrother.

Alice’s father died when she was young
as did my mother.

My dad married Lillian Morgan
when I was about three.

And your father, Wallace Morgan,

you never heard from him
after he vanished?

No.

Peter, do you have any inkling of

why he suddenly left Alice
and your stepmother,

what was it, three months
before she was murdered?

Wait. Is this why you asked me over here

to get something on my father--

No, no, not at all Peter, no

believe me, I didn’t mean to pry.

I suppose knowing Alice

I was just naturally curious
about her background.

Actually what I am trying to determine

is whether Mr. Jordan Barnett
was involved with you

or your family at the time that
Lillian Morgan was murdered?

Barnett?

Yes, he’s an architect.

Now he disappeared five years ago

just around the time of the murder.

Jordan Barnett, I recognize him.

This is a two-way street, Mrs. Fletcher.

I want quid pro quo.

I’m not sure I understand.

I mean, what do I have that you want?

Well, at the moment
access to my stepsister.

I understand you and she
have gotten kind of tight

in the past couple of days,
much to the annoyance

of that quack who’s been treating her.

Look, Alice and I inherited
a couple of individual trusts

which keep us alive and well

and one old brownstone, period.

The one in which,
Lillian Morgan was murdered.

Uh-huh, the family mans, such as it was.

Now I have a chance to sell it

for more than that old dump’s worth

but I can’t do it unilaterally.

I need Alice’s consent.

And you want me to intercede.

For whatever reason

Dr. Holden’s turned her against me.

I mean, Alice won’t even
take any of my phone calls.

And quite frankly I need the cash.

Look, Peter, I’ll tell her
all that you’ve told me

and I won’t advise her
one way or the other.

Hey, I can live with that.

I can’t be in a worse place

than I am now, which is nowhere.

So, what can I tell you
about Jordan Barnett?

The truth, Peter.

Did you or your family know him?

I think my Dad was considering hiring him

to remodel the brownstone.

You know that little witch
who’s working for you.

Hmm?

She goes.

Oh, Ellen, be reasonable.

She spent almost all the time with me

when I was out in the West coast.

I don’t care, Jordan.

That’s how long I went without you.

No. Ellen, come on.

Mm-mmm.

-She’s history as of tomorrow.
-Oh, come on.

-As of tomorrow.
-Come on.

Or would you rather that
I had Alice start to believe

all of that stuff her subconscious

is just trying so hard to tell her, huh?

Ah.

Hey, taxi.

Hey! Hey!

Ah, New York.

Where is a cab when you need one?

[footsteps approaching]

The deceased was a white male,
approximately 45.

All of his jewelry and wallet

were taken suggesting a robbery motive.

I personally knew him as a Jordan Barnett,
an architect.

Freddie, a minute. You got anything?

Uh, nothing that
you couldn’t find for yourself.

The cause of death,
a single knife wound inflicted

by a broad bladed instrument of some kind.

The wound aperture shows

bruising suggesting
a very powerful thrust.

You going anywhere for breakfast, Artie?

No. Thanks anyway, Freddie.

Grady, what is this?

Pick it up.

My back, mm.

Bag it.

Have forensics chase down any prints.

All right, lieutenant.
Uh, listen, should I take this--

Grady, just do it, all right?

[Ben] Look, I may have lost the stub
but I was there.

I can describe the movie,
it was a revival of Casablanca.

[Artie] Casablanca.

Who can’t describe Casablanca?

I don’t even like it
and I know it by heart.

That’s the best I can do.

Yeah. Well, there is a lady
and a parking valet

who will testify to an incident outside

of Barnett’s office
last Thursday at 5 p.m.

All right, look.

Look, five years ago, we were partners.

We had a worthwhile thing going, you know.

We had a five-story for the city,

a couple of big commissions pending.

Then he walked out.

Just like that.

Just like that.

And your career?

[Ben] I had a little
regrouping to do is all.

But I didn’t kill him, lieutenant.

I had no reason to.

That isn't what I heard, Mr. Cutler.

According to our information your career

went in the dumper on the day
Jordan Barnett left town.

Okay, we know Barnett
snuck into your building

to find out what Alice remembered

about when he killed her mother.

Now, if she’d only give us a statement

that corresponds with what she told you.

You mean about her dream
of seeing Jordan Barnett

standing over her mother’s body?

Yeah.

Then I figure we can close the file

on the Lillian Morgan homicide.

And it takes your friend, Alice,
out of danger.

Perhaps.

-What perhaps, Jessica?
-Well, several things.

First, you said you didn’t know
what Jordan Barnett

was doing over on East 67th Street?

Well, it happens that the spot
where you found his body

is just around the corner

from the office of Alice’s psychiatrist,
Dr. Ellen Holden.

That’s good. Next.

Well, the similarity between the way

in which both Mrs. Morgan
and Mr. Barnett were killed.

I mean, you indicated that it could

have been done by the same person.

Yeah, yeah, not necessarily so.

Right over here, Jessica.

Thanks.

Artie, suppose Jordan Barnett
didn’t kill Lillian Morgan,

but was the one who found her body.

Now it’s conceivable that he was killed

because he was getting
too close to the truth.

Okay, that tracks, sort of.

What are you saying?

Well, what I’m suggesting is that Alice

may have seen something that
incriminates someone else.

And if the killer realizes it...

Alice.

[pounding on door]

I don’t want to talk to you right now.

Damn it, Alice, open the door.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher told me

what you want and I can’t, not just yet.

Oh, for God’s sake, give me a break.

You’re never gonna set foot
in that old rat trap again.

Barnett’s gone, Alice.

There’s nothing to be frightened of
anymore.

Alice, it’s time you and I

went back to the way we were,
brother and sister.

We were never anything like that, Peter.

You know we weren’t.

Please, leave me alone.

Alice, it’s Henry.

Peter’s gone.

You okay?

I know what the problem is, Alice.

Richie told me all about it,
very protectively.

I mean, Richie would throw himself

in front of a truck for you.

Did you ever get a chance to listen

to the record I found for you, the Chopin?

No.

Maybe you’d like to listen to it with me.

I don’t know if you realize

but I’ve been your neighbor
for as long as you’ve lived here.

No, I didn’t know that.

And I saw the same TV show you saw,

the one Barnett was on.

I recognized him when he tried
to break into your apartment.

I’m almost glad he’s dead,

not that anyone should rejoice
in somebody else’s misfortune,

but with only the thickness of a wall
between us,

well, it’s almost like we’re family

and, I watch out for you.

Family.

That’s a very nice way to put it, Henry.

Actually I’m kind of
glad we’re not related.

I mean, I’d like to be your friend.

I think you already are.

Well, can’t keep the boss
waiting for too long.

Thank you for coming by.

You never have to be alone, Alice,

you know that, don’t you?

Holy Magoli, when?

Grady!

What is it, lieutenant?

That was my son-in-law.

Estelle and my wife left for the hospital
15 minutes ago. They think it’s time.

Well, listen--

The case is yours, Grady,
don’t screw it up.

My father, Mrs. Fletcher.

Peter.

Doesn’t do him justice really.

May I ask what you’re doing here?

Well, I was curious to see the place

that had given Alice so many sad memories.

She let me have the key.

Why did you cover it?

Ah, I loved him too much to be
reminded of him the whole time.

He was kind of a hero to me.

Do you know where
your father is now, Peter,

or why he left several months
before Lillian was murdered?

No to both questions.

He simply ran away from it all,

from Lillian and her money, from me.

Alice told me that you were away at school

when your stepmother was murdered.

Right, slogging away
at those winter finals.

Well, thank you for sharing
this with me, Peter.

Hey, listen, I appreciate
you going to bat for me with Alice.

I’m sorry it wasn’t more effective.

You held up your end of the bargain.

Hmm.

Richie, what’s all the commotion about?

It looks like half the Police Department
is parked outside.

I couldn’t stop them, Mrs. Fletcher.

I phoned Dr. Holden
because I didn’t know what to do.

What are you talking about?

The police have come for Alice.

[Alice gasping repeatedly]

Oh, good heavens.

[Artie] The condition
is agoraphobia, Grady.

Remember it the next time
you try strong arming

some young lady who is suffering

obviously from a severe emotional trauma.

What did I know, lieutenant?

By the time I got her to open the door,

she was like hysterical
and started hitting me.

And then this guy--

There seems to have been
a very unfortunate breakdown

in communications, lieutenant.

Yeah, guilty as charged.
I haven’t exactly been on my game.

Anyway, I gave that piece of jewelry

to forensics like you told me to

and they came back with
a match on miss Morgan’s prints

from her school ID card
from six years ago.

Has she got any idea

how her locket ended up
at the murder site?

Who got a chance to ask?

Listen, I'm really sorry, lieutenant.

It’s all right, Grady.

Go down to the station
and make out the report

and release Mr. Phelps.

I have to tell you, Jessica,

psychosis or no psychosis,

I’m still not convinced

that Alice Morgan didn’t kill Barnett.

Well, at this point

I’ve got nothing more
than my instinct to go on

but, Artie, it seems
just as plausible to me

that somebody else planted that locket.

Yeah, someone close to her,

someone who had access
to her apartment or to her.

Let’s see, we’ve got the doorman,

her stepbrother,

Dr. Holden.

I think maybe I’d better
get back to my apartment.

I’ve got some work to do before I turn in.

You’d be around, won’t you, Mr. Phelps?

Of course, lieutenant.

I have to keep an eye on Alice, don’t I?

She’s calm now, lieutenant,

no thanks to your Neanderthal associates.

If you must talk to her
I urge you to keep it to a minimum.

You’re gonna have to do so in the morning.

Dr. Holden,
I'd like to ask you a question.

Did Jordan Barnett visit
your office last night?

Why would he?

I’ve never met the man.

-Excuse me.
-Really?

Well, Mr. Barnett’s phone records

indicate a call from your number

around three hours before he was killed.

Well, I tried to talk to him, lieutenant,

because he had frightened my patient.

And because he’d been playing
such a large part in her nightmares

and I wanted to find out
whether there was any truth to her dreams.

Unfortunately, the young woman

who answered the phone
wouldn’t put him on the line.

Now, I suggest we give Alice

some much needed peace and quiet.

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

It’s me, Mrs. Fletcher, Alice Morgan.

Alice?

I’m sorry to bother you so late.

May I come in?

Oh, of course, of course.

Oh, Alice, you’re looking so much better.

I’m so sorry about what happened.

Detective Grady just had no idea.

Sit down.

It was okay.

No, I take it back. It was horrible.

But, you know, I actually
found out something about myself.

That what you fear
had very little basis in reality?

Something like that.

I started thinking about
what actually did happen

and I remember I was out of the apartment

and in the elevator with those police

all the way to the ground floor,

the door opened and there was the lobby

and Richie at his desk.

It had been so long
I’d forgotten what it looked like.

I was terrified all right,
but nothing happened.

I mean, I was alive and in one piece

and whatever I thought would happen
was all in my head.

Not nearly as bad as what

Dr. Holden had led you to believe.

That’s right.

Mrs. Fletcher, if I could do that again

with nobody forcing me,

only this time try to
go to the brownstone.

To separate the nightmare
from the reality.

Yes.

Would you help me?

Alice, I'd be proud to.

Hello, Richie.

Alice, hi.

You need any help, Mrs. Fletcher?

Thanks, but I think not, Richie.

Don’t you worry about us.

We’re taking it one step at a time.

[Richie] All right.

Makes you feel pretty good,
huh, Mr. Phelps?

Okay so far?

Yes.

Thanks.

I never thought I’d ever be back
inside this whole thing.

It used to seem warmer, friendlier.

It began up there, in my bedroom.

I’d come home from school that night.

I was tired and went right to bed.

About two in the morning
voices downstairs woke me.

Angry voices, an argument of some kind,
my mother’s--

But I couldn’t recognize the other.

A man and a woman were fighting terribly.

[woman screaming]

Then there was a scream.

I went downstairs.

There was my mother’s body lying there,

a hunting knife next to it and...

and there was that man,
Barnett, standing over her.

He looked up and he saw me.

He turned and he ran.

What about the hawk?

The front door

as he runs out, it attacks me.

[hawk screeching]

[screaming]

Alice, listen to me, listen to me.

Despite what you think you heard,
I don’t believe

that Jordan Barnett wounded your mother.

Then who did?

I think--

[creaking]

we’ll talk it over later.

Right now it’s time to leave.

The quicker the better.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Hello, Alice.

Peter.

I know. I know.

It seems odd inviting myself in like this.

I borrowed the key from Dr. Holden.

You’ve been here.

Of course.

Once I heard that
Jordan Barnett was in town

I had to lift that locket of yours.

To blame me for Jordan Barnett’s murder.

Why not?

You haven’t got a clue, do you?

Five years ago what was really going on?

My father loved your mother very much.

God only knows why,

because all it took was

that simpering phony Barnett
to take her from him.

Do you have--

Do you have any idea
what that did to my dad?

Suddenly everything was lost for him,

his self respect, everything.

He had to bail out, run away.

Do you blame him?

The thing was, I lost the only person

that I ever really wanted to be with.

The only person I ever loved.

You and Mrs. Fletcher left
the brownstone in a hurry.

It would have been a lot easier
to finish our business there.

Did she fill in all the gaps for you?

Not quite all, Peter.

Don’t move, Morgan.

Drop it.

You okay, Alice?

Just fine, Detective Grady.

Alice’s memory of the murder

was more accurate than she
gave herself credit for.

She thought it was her nightmare,

but you must have been watching

as Jordan Barnett came in that night

and found Lillian on the floor
just after you’d murdered her.

The police report indicated

that the weapon was a carving knife

but what Alice remembers seeing
was a hunting knife.

It was your father’s Boye knife,

the knife that was your symbol
of retribution in two murders,

the one that you are holding just now.

This is your fantasy, Mrs. Fletcher.

It was a kitchen knife
that killed my stepmother.

I don’t think so, Peter.

You hid and waited.

Lillian.

[Jessica] It was certainly
a curious twist of fate

that brought Jordan Barnett
to the brownstone that night,

the very night you chose
to kill your stepmother.

You saw Barnett come in
to find his lover dead on the floor.

You saw Alice become hysterical.

Then when it was safe you substituted

that Boye knife
with a knife from the kitchen

which became the weapon of record.

This is all totally ridiculous.

When Alice’s mother was killed
I was miles away at school.

[Jessica] Wellington college, wasn’t it?

I noticed the jacket that you were wearing

in the photograph of you and your father.

I called the school tonight.

Peter, your finals that year

ended the day before Lillian was killed.

I always dreamed of an attacking hawk.

Mrs. Fletcher showed me
how I had it mixed up

with the emblem on your helmet,

the one you left on the hall table.

I never saw you
in the brownstone that night,

only your helmet,

but subconsciously I must have known
that you were there,

that you killed my mother

but I could never let myself believe it.

When I heard Barnett was back in New York,

I was afraid he might talk to you
and you’d remember.

Alice,

when my dad and your mom got together,

married...

Alice, I’ve always wanted a sister.

I wanted a brother too, Peter.

I think I finally got the mobile working

but at 11 pounds four ounces
he may be too mature for it.

I mean, you should see him, Mrs. Fletcher.

He’s practically ready to walk and talk.

Oh, Artie, he’s beautiful.

Oh, I didn’t tell you.

Dr. Holden’s license has been pulled

and all of a sudden other clients of hers

are coming out of the woodwork
to file formal complaints.

[knocking on door]
Oh, thank heavens.

So it’s a fair guess that
she won’t be manipulating

other patients the way she did Alice.

Ready, Mrs. Fletcher?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, hi, lieutenant.

Ready? Ready for what?

Alice and Henry are taking me
to the Philharmonic.

To-- wait a minute.

What about all those people?

What do you think, Henry?

Will Mrs. Fletcher be able to stand it?