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-Hello, Mrs. Fletcher.
-Hello, Tommy.

[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Well, you look
sensational to me.

You’ll stop when we
tell you to stop. Got it?

Tell me what happened?

Cause of death
was strangulation.

[woman] Listen, Fred,
I’m going to have a bundle

by the end of the week.

I promise
I will pay you back in full.

No, this afternoon.

You and Monica, you’re not--

I’m fixing the faucet.

I’m afraid
I find that very hard to accept.

This is interesting.

A bullet.

[Jessica] That means
there are two people,

who are determined
to kill Tommy.

[man] Tommy!

Excellent.

The quality is better
this time.

But why so few?

I was promised more.

I don’t know,
I just deliver them.

No matter.

Guilders?

Dollars are tight this week.

There is a problem?

No, no, no problem.

[woman over PA system]
Flight 115, from Amsterdam,

is now arriving,
at gate ten.

[Jessica] Philip, I am sorry,
but it’s just not possible.

Well, look, I’m barely
half way through it.

It’s going to be all I can do
to finish it by Wednesday.

Yes, you too, and don’t forget
the dinner party.

Right.

I hate to disturb you
again Jessica,

but I can’t find
the oregano.

Oh, I--

I think it’s in the left-hand
drawer there.

Hang on.

Ah, here we are.

Oh, this was
so sweet of you,

but, I don’t think
it’s the best idea you ever had.

Susan, this is going
to be a huge success.

I mean, good heavens,
think how effortlessly

you prepared those
marvelous meals

for Seth and me
and the Simpsons and--

Except none of you
were thinking of commissioning me

to write a cookbook.

[knock on door]

Listen to me,
I guarantee

that Philip will take one bite

of your marvelous food
and he will conclude

that he has died
and gone to heaven,

and you’ll get
a book contract.

-Hello, Fletcher.
-Hello, Tommy.

Right over there, please.

Listen,
I want to thank you again,

for those notes on my story.

They were right
on the money.

-Oh, I’m glad, they helped.
-Are you kidding?

They’re printing it
in next week’s school paper.

Oh, that’s wonderful.

Um, I’ve written
another one.

Would you mind, you know,
taking a look at it?

Well, if you give me
a few days, yes.

Send it to me.

Actually, I have a copy of it
right here.

Here, please take
as long as you want.

Oh, and Mrs. Wells,
best of luck with your big banquet.

And I bet
I’ll see you again.

Have a great trip back
to Maine.

Oh, thank you, Tommy.

Such a sweet boy.

And talented, too.

Oh, oh, no.

They’ve forgotten
the bay leaf,

and I cannot start
sauce Espagnole, without it.

The bay leaf.

Monica.
Hey, how was your trip?

Oh, exhausting,
I feels as if I could sleep for a week.

Well, you look
sensational to me.

Tommy,

what is it with you,
Tommy?

You’re driving me crazy.

I think you blew
Mrs. Fletcher’s order.

You forgot the bay leaves.

Oh, man.

Plus she needs
some more stuff.

Now, do me a favor,

try to get it right
this time, okay?

Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.

Monica, I came in second
in the 100-meter butterfly.

Tommy!

I don’t know
what it is with that kid.

His size 12 may be
on the ground,

but his head
is in never-never land.

Mr. Eigers,
he was just saying hello.

Yeah, listen, Ms. Evers,

I don’t like to bother you at this,
but your grocery tab?

It’s three months overdue.

I know, Mr. Eigers.
Tomorrow, okay?

No, this afternoon,

or I’m afraid I’ll going to have
to cut your credit off.

Oh, Ms. Evers,
what a lovely, lovely surprise.

Hi, Vic.

Hey, hey, let me take that for you,
give you a hand here.

Thanks.

So, you’re going to be with us
for a while?

Ah, mm-hmm,
I’m going to be in town about four days.

Oh, maybe that’s enough time
to catch up a little.

Last time you blew
in and out of here so fast,

we hardly had
a chance to talk.

Look, Vic,
I’m really tapped right now, okay?

But I was hoping
maybe you could take some action for me.

See, there’s this filly in the fifth
at Santa Anita, and I need a--

-You have got to be joking.
-No.

Listen, Vic, I’m going to have a bundle
by the end of the week.

I promise I will pay you back
in full and also--

Wonderful. You give me the bet then,
I’ll take it for cash.

Vic, I’m talking about $500 here,

it’ll almost get me even.

Hey, save it
for the tooth fairy.

And you count your blessings,
’cause anybody else but me,

they’d come after those
gorgeous kneecaps,

or something else,
a long time ago.

You got me?

Ciao, sweetie.

Monica, I didn’t think
you were coming back till tomorrow.

Well, I guess that shows
how wrong a person can be.

I brought up your mail,
some packages.

Thank you.

These roses came for you
from that stockbroker,

long stems.

Guess he can afford them.

Yeah.

I noticed
your answering machine.

Oh, my God, 27 messages,
in just three days.

Oh, I’m sorry,
what did you just say?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, Sandy, you don’t need
to water my plants,

I can do that.

Oh, I’m here,
might as well do it.

Today’s my watering day.

Planning a big night
on the town.

No, no, actually
I was just going to stay home tonight.

Tomorrow, then,

it’ll be party time as usual.

Nope,
as a matter of fact,

I was thinking of maybe
going out of town

for a couple of days alone.

With all of them that call you.

Listen, Sandy,
I would love to stay and chat with you,

but the flight was very full,
and I’m just wiped out.

I just need some time alone.

I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean to impose.

Oh, no. Oh, Sandy,
you weren’t imposing, really.

You’re a great neighbor,

and I appreciate everything
that you’ve done for me.

Well, you’ve sure got
a funny way of showing it.

Sandy!

It’s me.

No, no, no problem.
I got the money.

Billy, don’t slap the water,
cut it!

You’re rushing your strokes.

Derrick, watch your breathing,
pace yourself.

Sorry I’m late.

Everybody gets here
on time but you.

Why do you suppose
that is?

-I couldn’t help it.
-You couldn’t help it?

Like you can’t help dogging
your homework.

Dad, I’m doing my best.

Don’t blow smoke at me.

I see
what’s on your computer,

and it isn’t homework
assignments,

it’s those fantasies
you write.

What’s on my computer,
is none of your business.

That’s private.

Not as long as
I’m paying for it, it isn’t.

Besides,
I was doing my homework,

that’s why I’m late.

Oh, yeah? Let me see.

Oh, for God’s sakes,
her again.

No wonder
your studies are going to hell.

Please, dad,
Monica is a friend, that’s all.

Friends like that,
you don’t need.

She could almost be
your mother.

That’s not fair,
you don’t know anything--

Okay.

Shut up,

suit up
and get in the pool.

Well, what are you
looking at?

Hit the water!

This is all?

What’s going on?

Nothing, he said
the market’s flooded

with stones right now.

Prices are way down.

Okay, then we’ll do
better next time.

I have to get this turned
into dollars before I pay you.

Fred, one more thing.

What is it?

I want out.

Why?

Because, it’s too risky,

I’m scared.

You, a gambler?

Come on.

No.

I don’t like the odds
anymore,

and I’m not anxious to go
to prison either.

You’ll stop
when we tell you to stop.

Got it?

Then, Fred,
I need an advance.

I need ten grand,
and I need it fast.

You and everybody else.

Yeah, our boy in Amsterdam,
has good hunches.

She’s doing it to us again.

Okay.

[glass breaking]

Oh. Are you all right?

I am, but I’m not too sure
about my batter.

Well, nothing,
that another half dozen eggs

and a couple of hours
wouldn’t cure.

See, if I could just
get these thumbs

to work like fingers again.

Oh, Jessica,
I can’t tell you

how terrible I feel about
what I’m doing to your schedule.

It’s all right, Susan,
don’t worry about it.

If it wasn’t this,
it would be something else,

I assure you.

Everything smells wonderful.

Oh, it does, doesn’t it?

Hmm, I just have
to keep telling myself

that the future of
Western civilization

does not depend
on this meal.

Oh, speaking of civilization,

I just can’t find
the white napkins

that are supposed to go
with your white table cloth.

They’re downstairs
in the dryer.

They should be ready
in a few minutes.

By the way,
I forgot to tell you,

the gourmet shop called.

They’re out of
chanterelle mushrooms.

Oh, that’s not good.

No, the whole third course

depends on the chanterelle
in the puffed pastry.

Ah, well, I will give
Mr. Eigers a call.

He’s been rather handy
at stocking up these things.

Ah, you have some money
for me, Ms. Evers?

I will write you a check,
Mr. Eigers.

Good,
I’d appreciate that a lot.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Eigers Grocery.

Hello, Mrs. Fletcher.

Chanterelle mushrooms?

Let me take a look.

Yeah, yeah,
I think you’re in luck.

Okay, you want me
to include them in your order?

That’s the total you owe.

Okay.

Oh, I don’t believe it.
I’m out of checks.

Listen, Tommy, could you tell Mr. Eigers
that I’ll be right back?

-Yeah, you bet.
-Thanks.

Did you get her check?

No, but she’s--

I told you, no more credit,

and you let her walk,
right out of the store!

Look, Mr. Eigers, she said
she’d be right back.

She said, she said.

What am I going to do
with you, Tommy?

Look, deliver this
to Mrs. Fletcher,

but first, stop by Ms. Ever’s,
and pick up her check.

Right.

Either she pays
or I’m going to take it out of your hide

for the stuff she walked
out of the store with.

Monica?

[gunshot rings]

Mrs. Fletcher!

Mrs. Fletcher,
Monica’s dead.

He killed her.

He killed.
Oh, my God, he killed her!

Tommy, please calm down.

Now, take a deep breath.

Now tell me
what happened?

Monica,
she’s a flight attendant,

friend of mine,
and I saw this guy,

he killed her,
and he took a shot at me too.

Well, I think that
we’d better call the police.

He looked right at me.

I’d know him for sure
if I saw him again.

So you didn’t actually
see him kill her?

No, Monica
was already dead.

So, then the guy shoots
at you,

and you drop the groceries
and run, is that about it?

Yeah.

Eddie,
any luck with the bullet?

Negative, Sir.

We checked the floors,
the ceilings,

didn’t find anything.

[lieutenant] If a weapon
was fired in here and missed,

there’s got to be a bullet hole
or a nick somewhere.

I’m not imagining it,
lieutenant. I heard it.

And the body of this
Monica Evers?

He must’ve taken her away.

Monica’s dead. I saw her.

Calm down, son.
I’m trying to believe you.

Ah, lieutenant,

couldn’t the body
have been hidden

in one of these
storage lockers?

That’s entirely possible,
Mrs. Fletcher,

but to get a search warrant,

I’ve got to convince the judge
there’s probable cause.

And just between you and me,

about the only crime
I can see here,

is maybe lying
to a Police Officer.

But why would
Tommy do that?

I don’t know, you tell me.

Maybe he panicked because
he dropped the groceries.

He seems like a nice kid,
though.

Lieutenant, would you mind
if we went upstairs

to Monica Evers’s apartment
just to see if she’s there?

It’ll be my pleasure,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Guys, go on back
to the precinct.

Eddie, Clark.

Looks like someone’s here.

Police!

Whoever’s in there, come out
with your hands in the air,

right now!

Move, move.

Come on, come on.
Don’t go crazy on me now.

Who are you?

I’m the manager.
I’m Vic Gorman.

What are you doing in there?

I’m fixing a faucet.

I take it that
Ms. Evers is not here.

No, she went out about
two minutes ago.

-What’s going on here?
-Two minutes ago?

Yeah, she got a little tired of me
banging on the pipes. What’s wrong?

Flowers and I are going to check
the basement again, Mrs. Fletcher.

-Yes.
-Bring the kid.

-Thank you, lieutenant.
-Let’s go, Tommy.

Look, lieutenant,
I swear I’m telling the truth.

Take it easy, son.

I’m not going to press charges,

I just want
you to know that making

a false police report
is a serious crime.

You’ve wasted
the time of four officers,

plus I don’t know how much you value
Mrs. Fletcher as a friend,

but you’ve certainly
shown her that your word

isn’t worth very much.

I don’t know
what your problem is, son,

but you’ve got some
serious soul searching to do.

I tell you something, if that was my kid,
I’d ground him for a year.

I don’t know, Flowers.

He saw something,
even if it wasn’t a murder.

Hey, how about that
Fletcher lady?

Yeah, the guys at XXX were

right on the money
about her.

She’s a genuine piece of work.

Look, Eddie, get Ms. Evers’s
phone number, call her.

Keep calling her until
you find out she’s okay.

Meanwhile, we both better
keep our eyes out

for any Jane Does
that turn up in the morgue.

-Got you.
-All right.

Sandy, darling,
you’re just the lady I wanted to see.

Oh, Vic.

Have you seen Monica?

I’m not her
appointment secretary.

Oh, Sandy,
don’t bust my chops here.

All I want to know is,
did you see her?

It’s all this police business,
isn’t it?

She’s in some sort of trouble.

Would you come on,
already?

This is important.
Answer my question.

Not since this morning.

-You sure?
-Yes.

Listen, you and Monica,
you’re not...

you know.

What, are you kidding me?
This is business.

I could be out a bundle.

She did mention something
about taking a trip by herself.

Oh, man. Oh, no, man.

I’m fixing brisket tonight,

your favorite.

You’re still coming over,
aren’t you?

I’ll let you know.

Oh, I think I know
why Tommy told those lies.

Jess, wine,
60 bucks a bottle.

He broke them
all when he dropped the box.

You think he made up
that fantastic tale

because he didn’t want
to have to pay for all this?

Well, I guess it’s possible.
How’s it going?

Well, less overwhelmed,
I’m happy to say.

You know,
I think it’s going to work out.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Philip, how are you?

Well, let me ask her.

You’re going to love this.

Three of your hopefully

about to be publisher’s friends
are coming into town unexpectedly,

and Philip wants to know if he could
bring them along to the dinner party.

Well, yes, I could work it out,
just somehow. Say yes.

All right, Susan says that she’d be
delighted to welcome your friends.

I’ll tell her.
He says he can’t wait.

Let’s hope he doesn’t have to.

Maybe I should buy stock
at Mr. Eigers’s grocery store.

Fifty laps?

For what, telling the truth?
That’s real fair.

Come on, Tommy, get real,
for God’s sakes.

You’re damn lucky
the police let you off.

Thanks, dad.
Thanks for nothing.

Tommy.

Look, son, I’m not trying
to give you a bad time.

Well, I guess I’m lucky, because
you are doing a hell of a job, dad.

Tommy, I just want you
to know that this is--

Where are you going?

What does it matter?
Nothing I ever do is right.

Kid, are you crazy?

Three more people.

Must’ve been
out of my mind.

Oh, well,
I’ll just keep telling myself

I’m just going
to be rich and famous.

Oh, oh, look, the sugar!
Oh...

Hold it,
let me get a bowl.

Oh, Jess,
it’s for the creme brulee .

He must’ve broken it
when he dropped it.

Oh, I don’t think
that’s why it’s leaking.

What is this?

I think it proves that Tommy
was telling the truth.

What are you looking for?

A bullet.

Somebody did
shoot at him,

and the sugar sack
absorbed the impact.

Oh,
lucky for him.

[man] 37th precinct.

Is lieutenant Warren there, please?

Thank you,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I want to get this
right over to the forensics.

And Ms. Evers, have you
been able to reach her?

Detective Flowers has been
leaving messages

on her answering machine
every hour or so.

If she doesn’t turn up
by midnight,

I’ll give it
to missing persons.

There’s one other thing,
lieutenant.

Tommy Remsen, I mean,
if there is a killer at large,

he could be
in very grave danger.

That occurred
to me too,

so I spoke to his father
a little while ago.

It seems the kid

took off this afternoon
and he hasn’t come home yet.

Oh, now wait a minute.

You’re not suggesting
that you think that he--

If it turns out
that there was a murder,

it could also turn out that
Tommy was our perpetrator.

According to his father,
the kid had,

or has, a very heavy
duty crush on Ms. Evers,

and the feeling
wasn’t mutual.

Okay, better.
Not good enough, but better.

Five-lap cool-down.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you’re the one

who’s been helping him
with those stories of his.

Well, I think
he is very talented.

Tell me something,
outside of that,

do you have any idea
what’s wrong with him?

Mr. Remsen, I really
don’t think, it’s my place to--

Look,
I’m a coach,

and when I can’t figure out
why a member of my team

isn’t performing
up to his potential,

I get another opinion,
because every once in a while,

it turns out to be some
simple thing that I missed.

Well, I don’t know
Tommy that well,

but I have the sense

that he very much
wants to be a writer.

That again.

And if I may say so,
your reluctance

to recognize that part of him
really bothers him.

Well, I tell you, I’ve got a hot
flash for you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Sports scholarships
are a whole lot easier

to come by
than literary ones.

Writers aren’t exactly
a big draw

at the college stadiums.

On the other hand, a writer
can still perform after 35.

Well,
you got a point there.

Anyway,

I guess like
most parents today,

one of my big
worries is that

he might be
involved with drugs,

you know,
that whole scene.

Yeah, well, has he ever given you
any indication of that?

Other than running away?

I mean he’ll be back.
This isn’t the first time.

Except now the police
want to talk to him,

and that guy.

What guy?

You mean this might
have to do with that thing

he was supposed
to have witnessed?

Yesterday,
when Tommy took off,

there was this bozo.

I saw him come down the street
and walk towards Tommy.

Tommy took
one look at him and ran.

Mr. Remsen,
do you think

that you could
describe him to the police?

Yeah, sure.

Monica murdered?
Please.

She was home last night.

You saw her?

No,
but when I came in,

I heard noises
coming from her apartment.

I mean,
she is always partying.

Very popular,
even with delivery boys.

Ooh, it’s open.

Oh, my goodness,
look at this place.

Hmm, this explains the sounds
you heard last night.

Hello?

Monica?

Anyone home?

I’ll check the bedroom.

Now, it’s hard to believe,

but the bedroom’s
an even bigger mess.

These don’t take
much water.

No, once a week
is enough.

It would be hard to tell
if anything was missing here.

Impossible.

Mrs. Fletcher,

I’m worried
about Monica.

I think you have reason
to be, Ms. Oates.

So what’s this got
to do with me?

V. G. Vic Gorman.

Lady, there are a lot of people
with those initials.

Yes,
but not too many

who claim to be repairing
a faucet in a silk suit

and an expensive
gold watch.

You know, I like you lady.
You’re all right.

Yeah, I was taking
bets from Monica.

That girl had the worst luck
on the West side.

And she owes
you money?

Big, 12 large,
give or take.

So I was in the apartment.
I was looking for cash.

And that’s why you said
that Monica had just left.

You didn’t want
the police to think

that you were in there
without her permission.

You’re really out there,
you know?

You want some?

When was the last time
that you actually saw her?

Yesterday,
sometime before noon.

I see.

I assume
that Monica rented

one of those storage rooms
down in the basement.

Yeah, a lot of the tenants do,
why?

I wonder, would be possible
for me to see it?

How about keeping me
out of this, huh?

My only concern
is the safety of a young man.

Okay, let’s go.

After you.

Jeez,
what a load of junk.

It looks as if something
was dragged across the floor.

Trunk, maybe.

Or a body.

What’s this doing here?

That’s Monica’s,
and if she had left,

she didn’t go very far.

What do you mean?

Well, here’s her wallet,
her passport

and a one-way ticket
to Geneva.

Damn it,
she’s bugging out on me.

Or perhaps
you weren’t the only one.

[lieutenant] Eddie, tell him to take
the storage locker apart if they have to.

Let’s find out
what happened down here.

I got you,
lieutenant.

See you later,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I hope
that you and the super

didn’t destroy any evidence
down there inadvertently.

Well, I hope not,
lieutenant.

Now, you were saying
you found Monica Evers’s body.

Yeah, they fished her
out of Harlem river

up around 225th street.

Do you want
some more coffee?

No, thank you, no.

Then Tommy
was telling the truth.

Not necessarily.

Cause of death
was strangulation.

She was garroted.

But if the killer
strangled her, why--

Why would he fire a gun
at Tommy Remsen?

Well, I got a couple of theories
about that, Mrs. Fletcher.

One of which
you’re going to hate.

We know that the kid
had the hots for the victim.

Suppose he bumps into her
in the basement,

nobody is around,
he makes a pass at her,

and he goes
a little too far.

Boys of that age
can be kind of klutzy

where it comes
to romance.

Anyway,
she rejects him,

or worse,
she threatens to report it,

so he strangles her.

And the gunshot?

You said he’s creative.

After he kills her,
he dreams up this story.

And with his own gun,

he fires a bullet
into the sugar sack,

knowing that sooner or later
it’s going to be found.

Well, you were right,
lieutenant.

I not only hate it, I find it
very difficult to believe.

All right,
I don’t love it myself.

And your other notion?

That the boy saw
what he said he saw.

And the murderer
wasn’t alone.

There was a second person
who fired at Tommy.

An accomplice.

Yeah, I like
that much better.

So do I.

Nobody likes
to think

of a typical all-American
kid like that,

with those clear blue eyes
looking out at you

from under that baseball cap,
is a killer.

But hey,

I wouldn’t be
doing my job

if I didn’t keep
all my options open.

Oh, I understand.

Anyway, Mrs. Fletcher,
just want you to know

we are pursuing the hell
out of the accomplice theory.

Well, I’m glad,
because if it is true,

that means
there are two people

who are determined
to kill Tommy.

Oh,
Tommy’s father called.

He asked if you
had heard from him.

Oh, lieutenant Warren
spoke to him.

I think Mr. Remsen
is beginning to realize

that Tommy may be in more
danger than he thought.

Oh, it would be so much
simpler back in Cabot Cove.

There are not
so many places to hide.

New York City? I don’t know,
he could be anywhere.

Oh, I glanced
at that.

I’m not a science
fiction fan, you know,

but I think
he writes beautifully.

Well, I think he has quite
a flair for poetic images.

Oh, that’s exactly
what struck me, Jessica.

It’s about a young
space alien, you know,

and he comes
from a distant galaxy.

He’s wrongly
accused of treason,

so he hides in the dome
of the space academy.

And he never learns
that he’s been cleared.

By the time they get to him,
he’s dead.

I think
it’s very touching

and it has some
real interesting characters.

What is it, Jess?

Lieutenant Warren?

Yes.

You know, I think I know
where Tommy is.

Would you meet me
over at his school?

Good, I’m going
to call his father.

Listen, you may
have to preside

over this dinner party
on your own.

But it’s going to be
a huge success.

I don’t know,
Mrs. Fletcher.

It seems to me this is
the last place Tommy would go.

Someone’s broken in here.

Wait, let me go first.

Oh, my God.

Tommy!

Thank God, it’s not Tommy.

Looks like a single shot
through the head.

Is this the guy your son
was running away from?

Yeah, it looks like him.

Well, he matches
the description

the grocer
gave of the man

who came in his store
looking for your son.

Eddie, I want the full forensics
team on this, and fast.

We got to get
some prints ASAP.

We got to ID this guy,

find out who
he was working for.

Got you, lieutenant.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I assume

you think Tommy
is holed up here

somewhere in the school?

Yes, yes, I do.

And I think I know where.

Detective Flowers.

I need a forensics team
and a coroner

here at Montclair
High School right away.

Thank you.

There.

Tommy, are you okay?

Yeah, sort of.

I thought
you were that guy.

Son, how long have
you been up here?

Since yesterday.

I didn’t know
where else to go.

The guy that killed Monica,
he was chasing me,

and no one would believe me
except Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank God you’re all right.

Oh, Tommy.

Tommy, did you hear
anything unusual

while you were up here?

-No, like what?
-Like a gunshot.

You see, the man
who was following you

was killed downstairs.

Killed?

This is interesting.

I’ve never
seen that before.

This has been
recently fired.

I didn’t even know
it was there.

Son, pending
the outcome of the tests

to determine whether or not
this is a murder weapon,

I’m placing you
in protective custody.

You’re putting him
in jail?

Mr. Remsen,
the man in the pool

could’ve been killed
by his accomplice

in the murder
of Monica Evers,

which means that Tommy’s life
could still be in danger.

Or...

Victim’s name
is Fred Turner.

He’s a jewel thief with a rap
sheet about eight miles long,

also a suspect
in a diamond center murder.

And you’re charging
my son with his murder?

I’m afraid so,
Mr. Remsen.

We’ve got fingerprints,

we’ve got a paraffin test,
you name it.

I’ll see if the DMV records
have come in.

And what about
the weapon?

Now, this bullet was taken
from Turner’s body.

It’s a .32 caliber
from the gun

that I found
in the school attic.

Yeah, but it could’ve
been in self-defense.

I mean,
this Fred Turner

was following him,
threatening him.

Yeah, it could’ve been
self-defense, all right.

But ballistics says
that this bullet is a match

for the one you found
in the sugar sack.

The one Tommy claimed
was fired at him.

They were both fired
from the same gun.

So you’re saying Tommy
killed Monica Evers, too?

The truth is,
I don’t think

Turner was anywhere
near Monica Evers’s killing.

I think he was a part
of some bad element

that your son Tommy
had fallen in with.

Oh, God.

I’m afraid I find that
very hard to accept.

Look,
both of you,

this is lousy
for me, too.

You know,
I’m beginning to realize

how far away
I pushed my son,

riding him
the way I did,

trying to make him
go the directions

that I wanted for him.

Suddenly, all that stuff seems
so unimportant, so wrong.

Well, look,
if it’s any consolation,

I’m quite sure
you’re not the first

well-meaning father
to have done it that way.

Well, thanks, but it doesn’t
make it any less stupid.

And now it’s a little late
to set things right.

Don’t be too sure
of that, Dan.

You’ve been
so supportive of me, Jess.

I just wish I could say
something that would help.

There’s something
that doesn’t quite track.

Oh, would you give me
a hand with this? Now.

Oh, sure.

We’ve got to flip this.

Carefully.

And...

We’ve got to put it
on this dish.

Yes, right, thanks.

Are we ready?

Come up, now.
Come on.

It’s a vacuum.

Oh, Susan,
that is beautiful.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

Over the sink.

It looks like it’s getting
ready to overflow.

Oh, it’s all
stopped up.

Jessica,
are you all right?

Susan, I feel a lot better now
than I did a moment ago.

I think I know
who committed those murders,

and it wasn’t
Tommy Remsen.

Wait a minute,
you know all that

just because
those little holes

in the stopper basket
were plugged up?

Actually, one little hole,
and the bullet that made it.

If I’m not mistaken,

one more look at one
of Monica Evers’s flowerpots

will tell me
why she was killed.

Oh, thank you for coming,
lieutenant.

It’s my pleasure,
Mrs. Fletcher.

There is nothing
I’d like better

than to see Tommy Remsen
get off the hook.

So, what do
you have for me?

Well, clearly
everything revolved

around Monica Evers’s murder,

but the motive,
that was really obscure.

And if the boy didn’t do it,
you’ve certainly got that right.

Unless you were to suppose
that she was killed,

at least in part,
because she had something

the murderers
wanted very badly,

and they were unable
to find on her person.

Whoa, now,
where did that come from?

Well, because they
searched her apartment

after they killed her.

I’d assumed
they’d found it,

but when my sink filled up

because the drain
was blocked,

I remembered
one of Ms. Evers’s plants

was dying from being
over watered.

It occurred to me
that the drain hole

in the bottom
of the pot

was being blocked
by something.

Something
like a bag of diamonds.

Diamonds that she was holding
out from the killers,

for whom she’d been
working as a courier.

Mrs. Fletcher,
that is very impressive.

Fred Turner was
a suspected diamond thief,

and Ms. Evers was--

She was a flight Attendant,

who regularly
flew to Amsterdam,

one of the great diamond
centers of the world,

where she’d sell the stones
Mr. Turner had stolen,

converting them to cash,

which she brought
back to new York.

And she was holding
these back.

I like it.

I like this.

Problem is,
who killed Turner?

We’re still stuck
with all that evidence

pointing towards
Tommy Remsen.

Perhaps...

You’re losing me.

I think Turner
was killed by his partner.

[Jessica] When Tommy
entered the basement,

he saw Fred Turner crouching
over Monica’s body.

What he didn’t see
was the man

who fired the gun at him
and then framed him.

That man could only be
one person, you.

Mrs. Fletcher, I was with you
right up until that one.

One of the things that led me
to that conclusion,

lieutenant,
were your own words.

Nobody likes to think,

that a typical
all-American kid, like that,

with those clear blue eyes
looking out

at you from under
that baseball cap, is a killer.

So?

After witnessing
Ms. Evers’s murder,

Tommy dropped
his baseball cap

in the lobby
of my building.

-Oh, my God, he killed her.
-Tommy! Tommy! Please calm down.

Now, take a deep breath.

Now tell me
what happened.

Monica, she’s a flight
attendant, friend of mine.

When you arrived
at the scene to investigate,

he was bare-headed.

The only time you could’ve
seen him wearing it

was when you fired
a shot at him.

This is not exactly what we call
hard evidence, Mrs. Fletcher.

No, but there’s
plenty of that.

The bullet you showed me
in your office,

the bullet
that killed Fred Turner,

you said it was
the same .32 caliber round

that was fired at Tommy,
and from the same gun.

It was.

I have ballistics tests
that show that.

[Jessica] Test results
concocted by you.

The truth is that bullet

that I found in the sugar sack
was a nine millimeter,

the same caliber
that’s used in police pistols.

It’s noticeably
larger than a .32,

which was the bullet
that you showed me

in the police station.

I can show you
that the bullet

that you took
out of the sugar sack

and the bullet
that killed Fred Turner

were both .32 caliber.

Oh, I’m sure you can,
because you switched them.

I’m also sure
a real forensics report

will indicate that Tommy’s
fingerprints weren’t on the gun,

which you must’ve planted

only seconds before
you found it.

And I have no doubt
they’ll be able to prove

you also faked
the paraffin test

that implicated Tommy.

Well,
Mrs. Fletcher,

you certainly seem to have
everything all figured out,

but there is absolutely nothing
to connect me to Fred Turner.

Wrong, lieutenant.

You caught Turner pulling
a jewelry store robbery.

In exchange
for not turning him in,

you made an arrangement
with him.

He’d supply the goods,

and you’d find someone
to carry it to Europe.

Enter Monica Evers.

And who told you that?

I did, lieutenant.

I checked a little further
into the records,

Mrs. Fletcher,
and as it turned out,

Monica Evers was caught
in a gambling sting

right in our own precinct.

She was in deep
to the bookies.

I figured she’d do almost
anything to get out.

And unfortunately for her,
you were right.

And Turner
was the only one

who knew
that you were involved.

And Tommy
had identified him.

So as soon as I arranged
to meet you at the school,

you called Turner,
got there before we did,

and killed him
with a silencer.

How did you know that?

Because Tommy
didn’t hear the shot.

You are good, Mrs. Fletcher.

You’re good.

You know,
lieutenant,

Mrs. Fletcher told me
she thought you were involved.

I said to myself,
no way.

I’ve just never known
a better cop than you.

Eddie,

I know you’d feel better
if I gave you the speech

about the kids in college
and the leaky plumbing

and the wife’s surgery,
all these bozos

who belong in jail
are living like kings.

But the truth is,

I like money.

Enough to commit
murder for it.

I guess the next time
I see you, Jessica,

it’ll be at my autograph party
for my cookbook.

At which, I guarantee,
they’ll still be talking

-about your dinner party.
-Oh.

It was a magnificent meal,
Susan.

You really
outdid yourself.

Your solving
of those murders

will stay with people
a lot longer,

and with considerably
fewer calories.

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Hello, Tommy.

Mrs. Wells,
your ears must be burning.

Mr. Eigers has been
bragging about you

and your dinner
and your new cookbook

to everyone
who comes in the store.

Well, that’s not
the only bragging

that’s been going on,
Tommy.

Your dad
was telling me

about your college scholarship
in creative writing.

I wanted
to tell you myself.

He’s very proud.

I know.
I applied for it months ago.

I was afraid to tell him,
but when it came through,

I think he was happier
about it than I was.

Well, I think
it’s delightful.

Oh, I almost forgot,
Mrs. Fletcher,

my dad and I
would like to invite you

to our house for dinner
next Friday night.

Well, thank you,
that would be very nice.

Great.

And don’t be too disappointed
if it’s not great.

My dad, he picked up
this heavy duty recipe

that’s sort
of beyond his talents.

He’s been
practicing all week.

The kitchen’s
already a disaster area.

Susan, we know a little about
disaster areas, don’t we?