All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S09E20.Ship.of.Thieves.1080p.AMZN.DD2.0.x265.HEVC-Bearfish_track3_[eng]

It's true what they say, Jessica.

A skipper's first love is his ship.

[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Dennis Stanton!

As far as the law goes, I'm it.

And quite clearly,
we're on a ship of thieves.

Jessica, you know, that could roughly be
half the people on this ship.

Now you got J.B. Fletcher on our case.

You really are into cruising,
aren't you, Mr. Brinegar?

-All I'm asking you is if you--
-Molly! Listen!

-I wasn't following her.
[Jessica] Mysterious criminal, Amber.

Never point a gun at someone
you don't intend to kill.

[cheerful orchestral music]

[bell clanging]

[cat yowling]

[engine revving]

Agnes Lowry?

Yes.

I'm the one who left you the message.

You alone?

As promised.
My boss guarantees you immunity.

But I've gotta be on that boat

first thing in the morning
knowing who the courier is.

You were gonna have
that in writing.

I do.

After all these years,

somehow I thought
Amber would be older.

Well, you must come up
against a lot of surprises

in your business.

[gunshot]
[groans]

Join your fellow shipmates on deck

as we make ready
to cast the lines.

Welcome aboard,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Your luggage will be in
your stateroom, number 805,

located on the promenade deck.

Happy cruise, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you very much,
and bon voyage to you.

[woman chattering on PA]

Thank you.

Welcome aboard, miss Lowry.

Your luggage will be located
in your stateroom,

number 911, located
on the promenade deck.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

[woman on PA] Lunchtime melodies!

Enjoy a free lunch and drinks...

Jessica Beatrice McGill.

I can't believe my eyes.

Oh, Jess.
It is you, isn't it?

Leslie Hunter?

Yes!

Oh, goodness!

Honestly, you haven't changed
that much at all,

and it's been, what,
30 years?

Bar Harbor.
You were on your way to Europe.

That's right,
with the Italian boy.

-Yes.
-Lorenzo.

Mmm, a misfire.

There were a lot of them,
I'm afraid.

And then you went into
the travel business, I think.

Mmm-hmm. And you married.

I know, because your name
changed to Fletcher.

See? I've even read some
of your books and enjoyed them.

Are you alone?

Yes, intentionally.

I managed to finish
the first draft of

my new novel ahead
of schedule,

so my editor
gave me this trip as a reward.

He thought I needed
to pay attention

to my inner being
for a while.

Well, look, Jess,

there's someone that
I really want you to meet.

Oh, we've got plenty
of time for that, Leslie.

Oh, not right this minute.
He happens to be the,

um, skipper on this tub,

and he's throwing a little
party for the "in" group.

Please, Jess,
it is kind of special.

Well...

Great. I will pick you
up at 5:30. Ciao!

[woman on PA] A great gaming school!
Come on in and learn...

Knock, Mr. Worthington,
with two points.

Is it because you're so
doggone pretty, miss Peale,

that the cards come
to you like that?

It's just my lucky day,
Mr. Worthington.

Tomorrow'll be yours.

It's your play,
Mr. Worthington.

Step and down
and up and down.

Champagne, compliments
of Captain O'Neil?

No, thanks.

Miss, champagne, compliments
of Captain O'Neil?

[glass shattering]

-Oh, I'm so sorry...
-Hey, hey, just leave it alone.

-Don't even bother.
-Lance, he didn't mean to do it.

Where do they hire
you people, anyway?

For God's sake, Lance,
stop it.

You're gonna
lose this guy his job.

Janet, Janet?

It's Roland Devereux, remember?

No.
Why should I?

Wait a minute.

Miramar hotel, Buffalo,
three years ago?

Didn't you hear me?
Shove off.

That was your last year,
when we roomed together.

And you took marathon showers
and used all the hot water,

and the girls always
blamed me, you know.

I never!

An orgiastic 20, 25 minutes
in the shower

still isn't too long,
is it?

Oh, thanks a lot!

Leslie tells me you're
planning to retire

after this trip,
Captain O'Neil.

Won't you miss the sea?

I'm not so sure
about that, Mrs. Fletcher.

I never grew so attached
to a ship

as I have The Lady Wellington.

Ten years in the Caribbean.

You don't get duty
any cushier than that.

It's true what
they say, Jessica.

A skipper's first love
is his ship.

When we get back,
she'll be refitted

so she can compete with
the newer cruise ships.

As you can see,
she's got all the technology.

Computer link to the main frame
in Miami, fax, modem...

Captain, over here.

Excuse us, Mrs. Fletcher.

[sighs]

J.B. Fletcher is represented
in the ship's library

by two recent hardbacks,

both of which I've read.
Twice.

Dennis?

Ah!

What in heaven's name
are you doing here?

If I didn't know you
quite as well as I do,

I'd consider that
an impolite question.

-As if a retired gentleman...
-Retired?

...erstwhile insurance investigator,

has no right to
relax on a Caribbean cruise

on the same boat as
the rich and famous.

Yes, I am on an
extended vacation.

What are you doing here?

I'm unwinding
between drafts.

[laughing]
Of course I am.

By the way,

if you're still drawing
characters from life,

you'll find Alma Sobel
and son Marvin

very tempting subjects.

If I was still
in the business,

Mrs. Sobel could be
an insurance investigator's nightmare.

Oh, why do you say that?

Just pray you
don't find out.

[knocking on door]

We're here
for the Captain's reception.

Oh, I'm sorry,
this is the powder room.

Uh, the Captain's
entrance is that way.

Very sorry.

You're welcome.

All right, Jess,
on a scale from one to ten?

Now, Leslie,
don't put me on the spot.

Please.
My Captain Rory?

Well, he seems intelligent,
he certainly has feeling,

and he's undeniably
attractive.

And?

Look, if you're asking me
for an endorsement,

you must be uncertain
in your own mind.

Well, he's-he's bought
this big old ranch

outside of Carmel
in northern California.

He's changing the main house
into a bed and breakfast.

And over the years,

he's collected a lot of antiques
to decorate the place.

He's having a bunch
of them brought on board

this week in old town.

Every room's gonna have
its own distinctive style,

and he's...

he's gonna raise Weimaraners
and cultivate roses.

Well, good Lord, Leslie.

I mean, you can't do
any better than that.

We've been seeing each
other for a year, Jess,

and it is very serious,
but, uh,

but he hasn't asked me
to be any part of it.

Everybody gets to guess the
exact time The Lady Wellington

crosses the 25th parallel
tomorrow night.

So write your name
and cabin number,

and take a wild guess.

Sometime between 9:30
and 10:30,

but it's
gotta be to the minute.

You know, when Marv Senior and I

crossed during
our honeymoon,

well, a wonderful older
gentleman of 86 years old,

he won this prize.

Then he keeled over
and dropped dead.

Oh, mom,
for goodness sakes.

Well, it's true.

You know, at first,
everybody kind of thought

it was the excitement
of his winning.

Then they said, no,

maybe it's because he has
a new bride, 29 years old.

[laughter]

Leslie, I'm going
to try and catch 30 or 40 winks

before dinner.

All right, Jess.

Oh, excuse me, Mrs. Sobel.

I think that's my pen.

Oh?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
you've made a mistake.

You have a pen
just like this one.

I know, because
it's my favorite pen, too.

Ta-ta, ladies.
Come on, Sonny.

Time to go get dressed
for din-din.

[groans]

Ship operator.

Security, please.

[upbeat music]

Hey.

Would you like
to go dance?

Uh, let me get
a drink first, okay?

May I help you?

-I need a beer.
-Yes, Sir.

Hi.

Hello.

You all alone,
a pretty woman like you?

You really are into cruising,
aren't you, Mr. Brinegar?

How do you know my name?

Is that your wife?

No. Just somebody
I'm with.

Mmm. Then maybe
we will be seeing

more of each other.

Room 911.

Well, whoever it was,
was as bold as brass.

I'm not even sure whether
it was a man or a woman,

they left so quickly.

But I've been through
everything very carefully,

and all they took was

a pair of gold earrings.

Well, thank goodness
for that.

Thank goodness for what?

I mean, value's not the point.

They just happened to be
a gift from my late husband.

Oh, shoot.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.

So they weren't
the crown jewels.

But from the standpoint of
sentimental value,

they were worth
a great deal more.

Yes. Uh, Mr. Polachek,
you're a steward.

I thought
I called security.

You're looking at him,
Mrs. Fletcher.

The official security guy's
in the infirmary. Sea sick.

Captain O'Neil gave me
the temporary assignment.

I see.

Well, I'm sure
you'll do your best.

Count on it,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Excuse me.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, Mr. Sobel.
Come in.

Oh, thank you,
I can't stay.

I just
wanted to drop this by.

I think it
belongs to you.

Yes, it's mine.

Oh, I'm really sorry
for the inconvenience.

[sighs]

My mother has this problem
when it comes to small,

glittery little keepsakes.

It's called kleptomania.

-I see.
-It doesn't make much sense.

We've seen psychiatrists
and all that,

and they know less
about it than I do, so...

Mr. Sobel, I think
I understand your problem.

Thank you for your trouble.

Oh, no, it's no trouble,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I watch my mom closely
and try to return what I can.

Wow.

Fashions from
around the world.

[gasps]

What the hell
are you doing?

The earrings,
Diana.

Eighteen carat gold, Rolly.

What's the
matter with that?

I did like we always do.

It's gonna screw things up,
is what's the matter.

I'm onto something big
this time.

And you're worried that
a crummy pair of earrings

is going to get in the way?

It's not the earrings,
airhead,

it's who they belong to.

Don't you understand?

Now you've got
J.B. Fletcher on our case.

The lnternational
Showboat Lounge presents

the master of Merlin's art,
Roland Devereux.

[applause]

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

I am going to psychometrically
read one of you

through an object I am
holding in my hand.

There is an attractive lady
in a hot pink outfit,

seated at table three.

I am reading
her vibrations.

She has lost something
of value,

but it will
be returned to her.

[audience gasps]

The vibrations tell me
that this lady

is a writer of mysteries,

but even she cannot
fathom the arcane secrets

of Merlin's art.

[applause]

Cheers.

Yes, isn't he fantastic?

Roland Devereux!

The Lady Wellington
now invites you to dance

with Brandon Boyle
and his big band of swing.

Oh, my goodness,
what beautiful earrings!

Wow!

Would you care to dance?

Oh, no thank you, Dennis.
I've been on my feet all day.

I will take you up
on some fresh air, though.

Good idea.

I think that Roland's
so-called psychometric talents

are nothing more than a good
memory for the details

he picks up
from personal articles.

Oh, easier than that.

He read all about you
in the ship's newsletter

under "celebrity guests."

They must have published the
number of my estate room, too.

Someone should land
heavily on them for that.

Jessica, when you look at me like that,
either I got the wrong necktie on, or...

All right, Dennis. Now, look,

we've only been at sea for a day,
and already

my pen and a pair of earrings
have been stolen.

Granted, they've been returned.

Clearly, we're on a ship of thieves

and I think you know a great deal more
about it than you're letting on.

Jessica, that's not very nice.

Dennis, I mean, you're simply
not yourself.

Look at your clothes.

Dennis Stanton
is a Savile Row man,

not a Rainsey of Florence.

I mean, nothing about you
rings true,

and don't tell me that you're
on a holiday cruise.

And if you don't want
to advertise

that shoulder holster
you're wearing,

I suggest that you wear
something more substantial

than that lightweight suit.

You're absolutely right.

You see before you
the chief of security

for the Duchess line.

[laughing]

Now, that I can believe.

[laughter]

Insurance investigations
got to be something of a bore.

I had a sudden yen to travel,
and then this job popped up.

The work is minimal,

but it enables me to live
in a manner to which

I've grown accustomed,
beyond my means.

You always seem to be able to
carry that off quite handsomely.

Tell me, what is the chief
of security doing

on the last voyage
of The lady Wellington?

Nostalgia, perhaps?

I read about a Caribbean
money laundering scheme,

a mysterious criminal,

Amber, who managed to escape
an FBI dragnet three years ago.

Jessica, my assignment
is infinitely more prosaic.

We watch for passengers
who prey on others.

Now, for instance,

if I were to pick someone
to keep an eye on,

it would be that
young man over there.

You mean he's on your list?

Mmm. Implicated
numerous times,

but never apprehended.

Oh, he's very bright.

He could have done
a lot more with his life.

I don't think the young lady

will be wearing that
splendid diamond pendant

too much longer.

[chuckling]

Ladies and gentlemen,
reporting from the bridge,

we are now approaching
the Grand Cayman island.

Sorry I had to let myself in,

but you didn't answer any
of my notes or phone calls.

What do you want, Roland?

She remembers my name.

Whatever you're fixing to do,
I want a piece of it.

And what is it you think
I'm fixing to do?

Well, I hear there's
a bunch of drug money hidden

someplace down this way.

Everybody's
coming after it.

Now, you're using an alias,

meaning to me
you know what you're doing.

And if it's as big
as I hear,

I expect there's
enough to go around.

Or else what?

Or else, I go to whoever's
running this rust bucket,

and tell 'em miss Lowry
ain't miss Lowry,

and that I remember her
from Buffalo three years ago,

where she was scamming
an old duffer

out of his life savings.

And you'll neglect to mention

you were running a con
on the very same ,ark.

You think
I'm gonna kill you?

You caught me in a good mood,
Roland.

I'm gonna let you in.

Here's how it's gonna go.

I can't tell you anything.

You're gonna have to trust me.

When it's going down,
you'll know.

And you'll get yours.

You haven't forgotten

how we resolved our
differences in Buffalo?

Attention, everyone,
a guided tour of old town

at the turtle farm

will be leaving in
exactly half an hour.

Don't be late!

Rory had an early morning
appointment

with his bank in old town.

You know,
he should be back by now.

Look, you go on
to breakfast, Jessica.

I'm going to--
I'm going to surprise him.

Will I meet you
in old town?

When you finish with
breakfast,

why don't
you meet me back here,

and we'll leave together.

Good.

Afternoon bingo.
The jackpot is now $1,100.

[indistinct arguing]

...cruise staff call out
the lucky numbers.

See you in the international
show lounge.

That's on promenade
deck 7.

Everything all right, Molly?

Oh, I guess.

Are you going
into old town?

Yes.
I think.

Do you believe in kismet,
Mrs. Fletcher?

You mean
that magic something?

No. No, for my money,

relationships
don't just happen.

Why do you ask?

I thought it was kismet
with Lance and me.

We decided to get married,
and I wanted a honeymoon cruise,

and Lance said great,

but let's make sure
the chemistry's right.

We'll get married
after the cruise.

That way, this is my treat,
and the honeymoon's his.

Well, that's okay, too.

What I mind, is this big attitude change.

It's not like it's the money.

I mean, goodness knows,
this ship is cut-rate,

seeing how old the boat is
and how bad the service is.

More coffee, ladies?

Oh, no.

Don't apologize.

I know the boat
is falling apart,

and I'm not exactly
a world-class steward,

but then, it's not like
this is my goal in life, either.

Oh, I'm sorry!

The shipment can be here
no later than 3:00, Philippe.

We weigh anchor at 5:30.

Hello, Captain.

Ah, Mrs. Fletcher.
Leslie will be right back.

This is Philippe Duval,

the gentleman who's rounded
up most of the antiques

I'm taking to California.

Philippe, meet J.B. Fletcher.

How do you do?

Pleasure, madam.

I had the pleasure
this morning of closing down

my old town bank account.

This check finishes
the process.

Many thanks,
old friend.

And long life,
Captain.

-And good luck.
-Au revoir.

Well, I've timed that
perfectly.

Now, I think
that this Captain

should take these two unattached
females to lunch in old town.

Captain?

I don't think
I have any choice.

Ladies?

Hi, it's Wendy,
with today's photo tip.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, no, it was my fault.

I wasn't looking
where I was going.

Doesn't this strike
you as odd?

What?

I'm frequently talking
to you from the floor.

Oh, you...

I spilled coffee all over
your table this morning.

Your ever-faithful steward,
Philip Polachek.

I'm so sorry.
I feel terrible.

Don't.

Look, uh, I don't see
Mr. Brinegar,

and I'm really hungry.

I'd like to take you to lunch,
miss Altrip.

No. I mean,
you don't take me.

I take you.

Lance was supposed
to meet me an hour ago.

I'll be right out, Lance.

You make a habit of that?

Your mama teach you to
go through a girl's things

when she's out of the room?

[cocks gun]

Never point a gun at someone
you don't intend to kill.

Oh.

Have you killed with it?

Yes.

Get outta here.

Then don't ask.

Then why'd you keep it?

To protect myself
from predators

and fools.

[chuckles]

It seems we have
a lot in common.

We both like to
live dangerously.

[laughs]

Honey, you don't know
what dangerous is.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Sammy Goldstein!

♪ My favorite girl is
from Czechoslovakia ♪

♪ And I really must confess ♪

♪ I took her home to meet my folks ♪

♪ But my folks don't accept Czechs ♪

[laughter]

Well, there's
one girl I appreciated,

and, uh, I wanted to buy
this girl a ring,

so I asked her
what her ring size was.

She said,
"two and a half carats."

[laughter]

I left my medication
in the cabin.

I'll be right back.

Okay, hon.

Ooh, and Marvin,
on the way back,

could you pop into the pantry

and find me one
of those delicious eclairs

with the gloppy,
goopy centers?

-Sure, mom.
-Okay, thanks.

Call for you,
miss Lowry.

Thank you.

Hello?

Sounds good to me.
Of course.

I'll be there.
Count on it.

Oh, look over there!

There's a passenger
over there that looks

just like Lon Chaney.

-I'll be right back.
-Oh, I'm so sorry, madam.

Aw.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the bridge reports

that we are now crossing
the 25th parallel.

[passengers cheering]

We'll give the crew
a few minutes

to go through
the contest cards,

and then Sammy Goldstein
will announce the winner

of the 25th
parallel crossing contest

in the showboat lounge.
Good luck, everyone.

[clanking]

[groans]

[gunshot blasts]

Folks, folks. Our winners.
The best guess came within one minute.

It's our charming anniversary couple
from Redbank, New Jersey.

Let's hear it!

They stole our hearts
last night

with their wonderful,
wonderful tango,

and tonight they steal
the prize,

guessing within one minute!

Give them a round
of applause again.

Very funny.

You know, darling,

suddenly, I'm not
the least bit hungry.

Mmm?

Could we eat later?
Hmm?

Oh, my God.

Three witnesses will testify
to seeing you running

from the forward hold
where the woman's body

was found a few minutes
after 10:00 last night.

And that means I killed her?
So I followed Janet down?

I lost her in the dark.

I heard a shot,
I got the hell out.

Who's Janet? Her
name was Lowry, Agnes Lowry.

How the hell should I know?

She called herself Janet
back in Buffalo three years ago.

Did she have a last name?

Not that I know of.

Why did you follow her
down last night?

We had business to discuss.

What business?

What are you,
a cop or something?

Where do you get off asking me
all these questions, Stanton?

Who's the law around
here, Captain?

Listen to the man,
Devereux.

At the moment,
you are on the high seas,

outside any recognizable
jurisdiction.

As far as the law goes,
Devereux, I'm it.

Now, what was your
business with the woman?

She said she was
onto a big score.

I wanted a piece of it.

She said okay,
but to back away.

It was something major.

So I backed off.

Last night,
I wanted to talk to her,

keep the deal warm,
that's all.

Did she tell you
the nature of this score?

Not a word.

You're a splendid
magician, Devereux.

It's a pity that's
not enough for you.

You'll answer to the Miami
police when we go ashore

about your involvement
with Mrs. Fletcher's earrings,

if nothing else.

She got 'em back,
didn't she?

So what do you want,
a medal of honor?

Go on,
get out of here.

What was your opinion
of the deceased, Captain?

Agnes Lowry?

Zero, I'm afraid.

I never got to meet the lady.

You might try talking
to Mrs. Fletcher, though.

Leslie tells me they
sat at adjacent tables.

Ah.

Trapshooting at sea...

It was probably Devereux's
assistant,

Diana Peale,
who lifted your earrings,

but it would be difficult
to prove at this point.

Help me out, Jess.

The ship's doctor
has established

that Lowry
was struck over the head,

rendering her unconscious
but not dead.

After which,
she was shot in the head

with a .40 caliber
automatic,

which was found
lying beside the body.

Her watch was broken
when she fell.

It stopped at 10:02.

Well, all I can
say is this.

Shortly before she left
her table last night,

the steward brought
her the telephone.

She took a call,
and then she left.

Now, who was she, Dennis?

Was it Agnes Lowry,
or Janet somebody?

Ah.

We have got Agnes Lowry's
social security card.

I faxed that and the photo
of the victim to New York.

Let's see what
they come up with.

[knock on door]

Excuse me,
Mrs. Fletcher.

This just came in,
Mr. Stanton.

Thank you.

By the way, we're missing
the lady's diamond pendant.

I think you'll know
where we'll find that.

Molly Altrip's young man?

Oh, dear...

I mean, Dennis,
theft is one thing, but murder?

Molly Altrip may have
to confront a romantic delusion.

This is a confirmation
from the NCIC on the mainland.

We have Lance Brinegar's
fingerprints

all over Lowry's cabin

and the gun
that killed her.

You wouldn't mind if Molly
and I had a little chat

with Mr. Brinegar,
would you?

I didn't murder anybody.

I told 'em the truth,

how my prints got into her cabin
and onto her gun, everything.

You remember, Mrs. Fletcher.

I left that table, what,
just before 10:00,

about the time
of all that noise

when we crossed
the 25th parallel.

Mrs. Lowry, she'd
gone off someplace.

Why did you
follow her, Lance?

I wasn't following her.

Did you and she...?

Does it matter at this point?

Yes, it matters, Lance... to me.

-All I'm asking you, is if you--
-Molly! Listen!

I wasn't following her.
I went to her cabin.

I was after
the diamond pendant. I...

[sighs]

We needed it.

We needed it if we're
gonna have that honeymoon

that I promised you.

Oh, that's great, you know?

The minute the
going gets rough--

Mr. Brinegar, Lance,

how did your prints
get on the murder weapon?

We were fooling around.

I picked it up.

I remember it smelled like
it'd just been fired.

Now, I hear you're pretty good

at this kind of thing,
Mrs. Fletcher,

and whatever they're
telling you, I'm innocent.

Help me out here, will you?

Molly, all she thinks
about is herself.

Open house bridge visit.

You are invited
to the bridge...

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher!

Oh, forgive me
for shouting,

but I've been looking
all over for you.

Oh.

Yeah, I'm afraid I have to
apologize again for my mom.

-Oh, why, Marvin?
-Well, I was doing my usual,

you know, damage control
this morning,

and I spotted this
in mom's handbag.

I went to the purser's
and checked the passenger list

for someone
with those initials,

and believe it or not,
you seem to be the only one on board.

Well, I appreciate your thought,
Marvin,

but this is not mine.

It's not?

No, I suggest that you check
the passenger list again.

Oh, yes.
Yes, of course.

It's not always easy,

but I do try
to return things.

Well, good luck.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,

this terrible murder,
it's very upsetting.

Are they getting anywhere
with the investigation?

I'm not sure.

But I'll expect that we'll hear
all about it when they do.

Jessica,

some interesting developments
from the mainland.

A body was recovered
from the waters

off Miami last night.

She's been identified
as an undercover treasury agent

by the name of Agnes Lowry.

Oh, dear.

That raises further questions,
doesn't it?

I'm expecting another
fax from Miami.

Have you got a moment?

Yes, indeed.

Hmm.

It seems Agnes Lowry
had set up a meeting

with someone they believe

was that mysterious Amber
character you talked about.

Forensics in Miami came back
with a probable match.

The bullet that killed Lowry

came from the same
.40 caliber weapon

that killed
our lady last night.

Do you want to bet that
this Janet person was Amber?

But that's impossible.

Unless Roland was lying

when he said that he saw Janet
in Buffalo three years ago.

Now, that was the time when
Amber was in a shoot-out

in Los Angeles.

Maybe we're mistaken in assuming
that Amber is a woman.

Well, one thing
we can be certain of,

our victim's real name
was Janet, just as Roland said.

Janet Fisk.

Where are you going?

There's something that I want
to ask Mrs. Sobel.

You're up to something.
What is it?

Well, when I know,
you'll know, Dennis.

Look, Jess, it's all over
the ship about Lance Brinegar.

But, you know,
what I'd like to know is,

did he kill her because
he thought she was Agnes Lowry,

or because he knew
she was Janet Fisk?

Well, Brinegar may be
a thief, Leslie,

but I don't think he's dumb.

Excuse me a moment.

Hello, operator?

Yes, would you please connect me
with the Sobels' stateroom?

And I don't think
he's a murderer.

The question is,
did Agnes Lowry know

which one of our fellow
passengers

was up to something illegal?

Jessica, you know,

that could roughly be half
the people on this ship.

Exactly,
which means someone, anyone,

might have had the incentive
to kill Agnes Lowry.

They're not?

Oh, thank you, operator.

Oh, Jess.

Look, I'll see you at dinner.

It's your turn at
the Captain's table.

Don't forget.

[sighs]

Oh, Marvin, I've been
looking all over for you.

You know, I'd very much
like to talk to your mother.

Oh, believe me, Mrs. Fletcher, so would I.
I don't know where she's gone.

Did you check hairdressing
and the massage salon?

Yeah, and Fingers and Toes
and the bridge seminar.

I've got to call into the fashion clinic

and if she doesn't show up there,
I'm really gonna be worried.

Well, in the meantime,

tell me some more
about the cigarette lighter

that you showed me
this morning.

Uh, the one with
the initials J.F. on it?

Yes.

Do you have any idea

when your mother
might have picked it up?

Well, it had to have been

between 8:00 and 9:00
yesterday morning,

'cause she didn't
have it before then.

It had to have been
after breakfast

and before
we left for old town.

And do you know
where she found it?

She told me in
the Captain's cabin.

The Captain's cabin?

Yeah, she said
the door was half open,

and the lighter was laying
on the table so near

that all she had to do
was just slip her hand inside.

Oh, thank you, Marvin.

Singles, singles!

All passengers traveling alone

are invited to meet
the cruise staff

and make new friends.

That's in the adagio lounge
on the promenade deck.

Good luck!

Dennis Stanton, please.

He's not?

Well, please tell him

that Jessica Fletcher
was looking for him.

I have a message.

Couples are invited
to renew their marriage vows

in the theater
on deck 6.

I think that you'll
find that it's all there,

Captain O'Neil.

Mrs. Fletcher, good Lord.

You gave me quite a scare.

I assume the substantial
import duty on these pieces

will blind US customs
to the possibility

that there's a fortune
hidden inside.

Okay.

But I hardly think
this is any business of yours.

Captain O'Neil,

Lance Brinegar may be
a petty thief,

but he doesn't deserve

to become another victim
of your operation.

Operation?

What the hell are
you talking about?

Money laundering
for a percentage.

Behind the protection
of your uniform,

you've been carrying
illegal drug profits

to off-shore accounts
throughout the Caribbean.

Janet Fisk found out
about it,

and it cost her
her life.

I never even knew Janet Fisk.

That isn't true.

Sometime between 8:00
and 9:00 yesterday morning,

when most of the passengers

and the crew were either
at breakfast or in old town,

Alma Sobel lifted miss Fisk's
lighter from your cabin.

Janet Fisk must have
been there at the time,

threatening exposure
unless you cut her in

on your share
of the proceeds?

I remind you,
I was with Leslie

at precisely the time
this Fisk woman was killed.

Yes, that's what you told
Dennis Stanton.

You were at your work station,

and Leslie
was in the shower.

You're saying I telephoned
Janet Fisk

in the showboat lounge,

then left my quarters

while Leslie was taking
one of her epic showers?

No, I don't believe
you ever left your cabin,

Captain O'Neil.

I called Miami this evening,

and the Duchess Line's office

recorded your last
computer entry last night

at 2159 hours.

But the woman known as Amber,

who you thought was
in one of her marathon showers

at the time,

almost certainly
did leave the cabin.

I'm sorry you had to come
to that conclusion, Jessica.

Leslie, what?

For God's sake,
tell her she's wrong.

No, it's true, Rory.

But nothing's changed.

It's taken you quite
a while

to put aside all that nice,
tax-free money.

You've got
the bed and breakfast,

the roses, the dogs.

This late in the game,

we're not going to let Jessica
take it all away from us.

[gun cocks]

I'm curious.

It was mostly
remembering, Leslie,

remembering that Janet Fisk
and Amber

couldn't be the same person,

and that somebody else
had to have been present

when Janet Fisk threatened
Captain O'Neil,

somebody who's personal
interests were also threatened.

When I left you in
the corridor yesterday morning,

you said you were
going to surprise Rory.

When you finish
with breakfast,

why don't you meet me
back here,

and we'll leave together.

Good.

But you entered
the service entrance

instead of the front,

which enabled you
to overhear Janet Fisk

threaten Rory
without being seen.

You could lose
this whole ship.

Except a quirk of fate
ruined everything for you.

Alma Sobel looked through
the half-open door

and saw a pretty silvery thing,

Janet Fisk's lighter,

which by an odd accident
had my initials on it.

How can this be?

Before last year,
I didn't even know you existed.

I ran it, Rory,

lock, stock and barrel.

I ran you, darling.

I figured you were skimming
over the years,

so when the feds busted
my operation up there,

and I was left with nothing,

I came after you.

But I fell for you instead.

You sold me your dream,
Rory.

It was supposed to be ours,
wasn't it?

I hadn't decided yet.

For God's sake,
put the gun away.

Well, it is decided,
as of now.

Just go on upstairs,
and leave us alone.

Leslie, no!

Leave, Rory.

-No!
-Get out!

Please put the weapon down,
miss Hunter.

Mr. Stanton didn't
get your message,

but I happened to see you
make the call.

Forgive the deception,
Jess.

Philip is my
second in command.

He was good enough
to go undercover,

beneath his station,
as it were.

Autograph session!

Comedian Sammy Goldstein

will be in the signature
collection boutique

to autograph his tapes.

Jessica!

Oh, Jessica,
here's my address.

Remember, you promised me
a signed first edition

of your new book?

You'll have it, Alma.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, uh...
your pen.

Actually, I think
this pen belongs to you.

[chuckles]

Oh, arrivederci,
and thanks.

Good-bye,
Marvin.

Good-bye, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thinking how you'll adapt
all of this

into a scintillating
new book, Jess?

Hmm?

No, no, nothing like that, Dennis.

I was thinking about
expectations, youthful dreams.

[Captain]
On behalf of the staff and crew

of The Lady Wellington,
thank you for sailing with us.