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♪ ♪

NARRATOR: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H.

She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them, which ain't easy,

'cause when they met,

it was murder.

♪ ♪

[WHIMPERS]

♪ ♪

[CLICKS]

Omit one Jonathan Hart.

What do you think?

Looks good to me.

I mean the swing.

The swing, the sway, everything is fine.

You're no help.

Oh, darn.

Don't worry, darling.

You always did look cute with a pail and shovel.

What a beautiful day sur la plage.

You think you've got enough club?

I don't know.

I think maybe I need a...

five.

Ah. Thanks.

Give it a blast.

♪ ♪

Oh. You all right?

I'm fine.

Boy, when you said blast it on out of here,

you weren't kidding.

LT. GREY: From the fragments we found on the bomb,

it was clearly a professional job.

Looks like someone wants you dead.

Maybe it was a mistake.

Maybe they thought it was

someone else in the golf cart.

A possibility.

I don't think it was a mistake.

This is the second time that they've tried.

What?

Well, last week when I was driving home,

the car went out of control.

So I had it checked into, and, uh,

the steering column was almost sawed completely through.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

Well, I didn't want to worry you, darling,

and I had our security look into it.

Well, if I were you, Mr. Hart,

I'd be very careful.

Oh, that's very reassuring. Thank you, lieutenant.

No, what I mean is, we'll do the best we can.

Uh, thanks, lieutenant.

In the meantime, take care.

Have a nice day, considering...

If someone wants you dead,

there must be a reason.

I think we'll find out what it is.

Yeah. Well, in the meantime,

just remember what the lieutenant said.

About what?

About taking care of yourself.

Remember...

you belong to me.

♪ ♪

STANLEY: The last thing I wanted to show you

was the guest list for

the opening at the gallery tonight.

[INTERCOM BUZZES] Yes, Deanne?

Mr. Grant is here.

Send him in, will you, please?

This is all very good, Stanley.

You seem to have handled

the security arrangements real well.

Well, Jonathan,

you look terrific,

considering your big blowup at the club.

Ha. Thanks very much, Owen.

Well, you certainly shook the place up. How are you?

Wonderful, thanks.

You know Stanley Friesen? Of course. Hello, Stanley.

Hello, sir. How are you? Uh, we'll be seeing you tonight

at the opening of the gallery? No, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I have a previous business commitment.

Uh, I guess I'll be going, sir.

Nice seeing you, Mr. Grant.

Nice seeing you.

Thanks very much, Stanley.

Well, Jonathan...

all you have to do

is sign these 20 or 30 legal forms,

and ownership of your sculpture collection

and the new piece you commissioned

w ill pass to the city. Oh, that's terrific.

I'm very pleased about this project.

And I'm really looking forward

to the unveiling tonight.

Yes. A lot of people are.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Good evening, folks.

Some party you got here.

You enjoying yourself, lieutenant?

Yeah. But, uh, I don't like it.

Something can go wrong.

There's... There's too many people here.

Do people dress like this all the time?

Have some champagne?

Oh, thanks, Max. Thank you, Max.

You know, uh,

I'm a little nervous being here.

I could use a little fortification myself.

How about some champagne?

How about something a little stronger?

You got it. Follow me.

♪ ♪

Everything's going along right on schedule, Mr. Hart.

Thanks, Stanley. How are you doing, Deanne?

I'm fine.

So you think it's about time, huh?

It's about time, sir.

[SIGHS]

Darling. [SIGHS]

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

May I have your attention, please?

On behalf of Hart Industries,

it's my pleasure to congratulate the city on the opening

of this, uh, new municipal art gallery.

[APPLAUSE]

It is my pleasure to officially unveil

this beautiful piece of work

by that great sculptor, Giocondi.

[APPLAUSE]

We all know that a picture is worth a thousand words,

so instead of saying anything more...

I give you this beautiful new sculpture.

[SCREAMS, GASPS]

Jonathan!

♪ ♪

Here, Mrs. Hart. You forgot this.

Oh, thank you, Norman. Just what I was looking for.

[SIGHS] I thought it went well.

Oh. So did I.

You were very convincing.

Not a bad performance.

But if you think that was something,

wait till you see the show I'm opening in.

Oh, I'd love to.

NORMAN: I'll send you a couple of tickets.

JENNIFER: Good.

Great job, Norman. Thanks again.

Nothing to it, Mr. Hart. Show business is my life.

I hope this dumb little show of yours works.

Please, lieutenant.

Show, yes. Dumb, no.

I got an early rehearsal tomorrow,

so, uh, if you all don't mind...

I'll show you out, Norman.

Thanks. Good night, Mr. Hart.

Good night, Norman, and thanks again.

Oh, remember. You're invited to my opening night.

I'm playing Nathan Detroit in a revival of Guys and Dolls.

If I'm back from the dead, Norman,

I'd be delighted. Good luck.

You know, this thing better work.

My job is on the line.

Oh, well, thanks for your concern, lieutenant.

Uh, would you like some Scotch?

Okay.

You know, it's a good thing you talked to the commissioner.

We're friends.

Uh, tell me something.

Now, what was the magic formula you used

to make the old man go for a scheme like this?

Common sense.

It's the only way to find out who wants me out of the way,

and why. Mr. Hart, lieutenant...

Come on, it's almost time for the 11:00 news.

Oh. We don't want to miss that.

[NEWS THEME PLAYS ON TV]

NEWS ANCHOR: From the desert to the sea

to all of Southern California, good evening.

Tonight, shock waves reverberate

throughout our community

after the murder of Jonathan Hart,

one of America's leading industrialists

and philanthropists.

Our live minicam takes you live, now, to Hart Industries,

where a statement is being made.

On behalf of Mrs. Hart and Hart Industries...

I'd like to thank everyone for their expressions of sympathy.

In accordance with Mr. Hart's wishes,

there will be no funeral services.

We'll have more on the untimely death

of Jonathan Hart after this.

WOMAN: The sea never suffers

from underarm perspiration.

But you're not the sea...

Max was good, wasn't he?

Isn't that something?

A brief message interrupted by a commercial.

Uh, fame is fleeting, darling.

NEWS ANCHOR: Jonathan Hart will be missed,

though the contributions made to our community will live on.

On another note, police in Manhattan Beach

are baffled by a series of street...

OWEN: Congratulations, Jenks.

This was even better

than the way you eliminated Tommy Nickerson.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, now that Hart is dead, what are we gonna do?

I have something in mind.

Phase one was the elimination of Tommy Nickerson.

Phase two was the death of Jonathan Hart.

Now it's time to begin phase three.

Would you have this delivered, please?

JENKS: "Mr. Billy Ray Thompson,

Rural Route 24, High Sierra, California."

What is it?

Billy Ray is about to receive a very large gift.

♪ ♪

Uh. May I help you?

Ja. Danke.

I am looking for the office of Frau Hart.

Oh. Uh, Frau Hart's office is... Is right this way.

Let me show you. Danke.

Follow me.

Uh, excuse me, Mrs. Hart.

Uh, Deanne was away from her desk, and...

Fritz!

Jennifer.

Oh, Fritz, I'm so glad you're here.

This is Jonathan's uncle, Fritz von Hardt, Stanley.

When did your plane get here?

At 10:03 exactly. Oh.

I, of course, flew on our own Swiss airline.

Oh. Oh, you're Swiss, Mr. von Hardt?

If I was any more Swiss,

I would be a cuckoo clock.

Uh, Herr Friesen. Stanley Friesen.

Distinct pleasure.

Likewise. Of course.

Um, if you won't be needing me,

I'll be leaving.

Thank you, Stanley.

Think nothing of it, Mrs. Hart.

JONATHAN [NORMAL VOICE]: By the way, Stanley...

Yes, Mr. Hart.

Mr. Hart?

Well, I guess the makeup job was a success,

wouldn't you say, darling?

Almost as authentic as Swiss cheese.

I'll say.

It looks so real.

Yeah, a friend of mine, Frank Westmore,

a Hollywood makeup artist, he did it for me.

Great job, isn't it? It's incredible.

I wonder if he could do anything for my hair?

Well, I don't know, Stanley.

The next time I see him, I'll ask him.

Excuse me, I... Oh. Excuse me, Mrs. Hart.

I... I didn't realize you had visitors.

Uh. Deanne, this is Mr. Hart's uncle,

Fritz von Hardt.

Oh. Very nice to meet you. Pleasure.

Um, the plant expansion people are waiting for you

in the conference room.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Uh, Fritz, would you come with me?

I'd like you to sit in on this meeting.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, Stanley, why don't you fill Deanne in

on our Swiss family tree.

Certainly, Mrs. Hart.

Expanding plants. What is this?

Oh, I'll explain it all to you later.

Auf Wiedersehen.

That's Mr. Hart.

What? It's Mr. Hart.

MAN 1: So to sum up...

if you decide to renovate

the magnesium products uh, facilities,

uh, it would have a great effect

upon the steel processing.

Uh, in the long run, of course.

So, Mrs. Hart, uh,

what do you think?

Well, there are...

so many things to consider.

I mean...

there are not so many things

to consider, are there? Ha.

Uh, that's my point exactly.

So we alter the polymer process.

Yes.

No. I...

Well, you may think yes, but no.

Let's not.

MAN 2: Excellent, Mrs. Hart.

That's exactly my opinion.

Good.

MAN 1: Now, Mrs. Hart, we have to, uh...

We have to answer some questions here

from the Farquar Brake, uh, division.

We do?

MAN 1: Oh, yes, we do.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Excuse me. Uh, Mrs. Hart.

Could you come back to the office?

I'm afraid there's an emergency. An emergency?

Uh, well, kind of a disaster,

but you'll have to see for yourself.

Oh, will you excuse me, please, gentlemen?

Fritz. Would you, please...?

Gentlemen.

♪ ♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, howdy there, folks.

Come on in here. How you doing?

Uh, I'm... I'm sorry, Mrs. Hart.

There wasn't... That's all right, Deanne.

I beg your pardon.

Forgive my ignorance...

But, uh, who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm, uh, Billy Ray Thompson.

And who do I have the pleasure shaking hands with here?

I am Fritz von Hardt.

The late Jonathan Hart's uncle.

Well, it's just real nice to meet you, Fritz.

I'm the late Jonathan Hart's heir.

You're what?

Uh, I'm the late Jonathan Hart's heir?

He, uh... He left all this to me in this will.

Let me see that.

I guess you folks are probably

as surprised about this as I am...

but, I... I showed that to my attorney,

and, uh, he said everything's on the up and up,

so, uh...

[CHUCKLES] Well...

I guess I'm the boss here, now. Heh.

BILLY RAY: I can tell you for sure

it's the last thing I ever expected to get in the mail.

Can you tell me why you think

Mr. Hart left you everything?

[CLICKS TONGUE] I don't know. I...

I think it's probably because that time I saved his life.

You saved his life?

BILLY RAY: Yes, sir, I did.

It was about, uh... About four or five years ago.

There was this real big blizzard.

Big blizzard.

Blizzard. What...? What is blizzard?

BILLY RAY: Uh, snowstorm. Big snowstorm.

Snowstorm. Ja. I know this.

Anyway, I was coming home, I heard this sound.

It was a pitiful, terrible voice.

And he's calling out for help.

And you're absolutely sure it was Mr. Hart?

BILLY RAY: Oh, yes, ma'am, it was.

He had taken and fallen off

in a trench into real deep snow.

Walked up to the edge of that trench,

I looked down in there...

and there he was at the bottom of a 30-foot hole.

He was all broken. He's bleeding.

Looked like he is near froze to death too.

It was cold. It was... It... Near zero.

What did you do then?

Well, I got this rope off my backpack,

and I tied one end of that sucker to my snowmobile,

and then I threw the other end down near to him.

And then I just yanked him

right out of that big old 40-foot-deep hole.

Huh. [CHUCKLES]

He was real grateful.

Ja. I would be also.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, I tell you, boy, look at this.

Billy Ray Thompson owning all of this.

Whew.

Mr. Thompson... would you mind very much

if I made a copy of this?

Um...

No, I guess that would be all right.

Thank you.

Deanne, would you come in here, please?

Yes, Mrs. Hart.

Oh. You're... You're Mrs. Hart.

I... I should've known that.

Mrs. Hart...

I'm real sorry about what happened to your husband.

He was a real nice man.

Thank you.

Why is it always the nice ones die first?

Isn't that always the way?

DEANNE: Yes, Mrs. Hart?

Uh, Deanne... would you, uh,

make a couple of copies of this, please?

Sure.

Uh, little lady? Uh, hang on there.

Mind if I go with her?

I... I just as soon not let this out of my sight

until, uh, we get it to a judge,

or, you know, somebody like that

that'll declare it official.

Sure. Follow me. Okey-doke.

Well, we certainly did smoke him out.

He's, uh, the smoke, but not the fire.

He couldn't concoct all this on his own and forge a will.

The thing is that it's not all concocted.

You mean there really was a blizzard?

Snowstorm.

And you fell 30 to 40 feet into a crevice?

Ten-foot trench. And broke your leg?

Twisted my ankle.

But Billy Ray did come by and pick me up on his snowmobile

and give me a ride into town.

Oh, well, I remember.

You were out on that survey trip with the geologist.

What's his name? Hamilton Baily.

That's right.

But when you came home you didn't even need

so much as a bandage on your ankle.

You might say that maybe Billy Ray Thompson

exaggerates a little.

Yeah, but the only thing is that the incident did happen.

And he did pick you up on the snowmobile,

and somebody may have seen him.

What are we gonna do?

Well, I'd like to have Owen Grant look at the will.

And I'd like to find out whether Billy Ray

really worked this thing out on his own,

and if he has a chance of actually pulling it off.

♪ ♪

OWEN: It certainly looks like Jonathan's handwriting.

The real problem is that it isdated

after Jonathan's last formal will.

[IN GERMAN ACCENT] Does that mean it is an informal will?

What it means is, if it's authentic,

it's a perfectly legal document.

But it wasn't witnessed by anyone.

According to California law,

witnesses are not required on handwritten wills.

To be valid, it must be written,

dated, and signed in Jonathan's handwriting.

And this will is, so it could be valid.

But it must be a forgery.

Uh, I'll have the court check it out.

But don't worry, Jennifer.

I'm going to contest this will,

even if it takes years before it's settled.

Years?

Well, in a claim against

an estate as large as this,

it can be very complicated.

But I'll be with you through it all.

No matter how long it takes.

I will be here also.

Oh, thank you...

both.

You're very fortunate to have a family member with you

at a time like this.

Yes.

Are you planning to be here long, Mr. von Hardt?

Call me, please, Fritz, ja?

Actually... I plan to stay permanently.

My other plans are not yet made.

And, uh...

Jennifer needs my business advice.

I see.

Jennifer...

I have a few things to discuss with youprivately.

Can I see you for dinner tonight, say around 8:00?

Oh. Yes, of course.

Good, excellent. I'll... I'll pick you up.

Goodbye, Jennifer. Goodbye, Fritz.

Don't bother to see me out.

♪ ♪

Auf Wiedersehen.

Bye-bye, Owen.

[DOOR OPENS]

Dinner at 8:00.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Do you think he wants to discuss the will?

Maybe.

But something tells me

he'd rather mix business with pleasure.

Know what I mean? Hm-hm.

♪ ♪

Do you have any other samples of Mr. Hart's handwriting?

Uh, yes.

Letters.

Hm.

Well, what do you think?

Well, there are a few strokes here and there

that aren't consistent, but...

under oath I'd have to say

it's Mr. Hart's handwriting.

Could this be the work of some forger?

The only forger I know

who could do work like this is Tommy Nickerson.

No, we thought of that.

Nickerson's dead.

Dead.

Well, life is short, art is long.

JENNIFER: Well, thank you very much,

Mr. Matthews.

No trouble. Anytime.

It's a pleasure getting a breath of fresh air. Heh-heh.

Yeah, I'm sure it's been great.

Let's go.

I gotta get him back to jail.

Thank you, lieutenant.

It's too bad about Tommy Nickerson.

Got out of prison early and, bang,

gets hit by a car.

He could've been your man.

Danke, Herr Matthews.

I'll see you out.

Gentlemen...

So much for that.

Interesting, isn't it?

The one man who could have helped us

conveniently turns up dead.

Interesting.

And a little scary.

Well, who's ever behind this

seems to have thought of everything.

Maybe your dinner tonight with Owen

might uncover something.

♪ ♪

[PIANO PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC]

[CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE POPS]

Thank you. I'll pour.

Oh, champagne.

What are we celebrating?

[CHUCKLES]

Just my incredible good fortune

in having such a charming dinner guest.

Oh-ho. That's very nice. Thank you, Owen.

Cheers. Cheers.

[BOTH SIGH]

[SIGHING] Well, so, uh,

you said you had something important

you wanted to discuss with me.

Yes. Yes, I do. I do.

Oh, I wanted to talk to you about...

certain matters.

I don't think I understand.

Well, let's just say

that I felt uncomfortable talking to you

with that, um, Fritz fellow hanging around.

Oh, you don't have to worry about Fritz.

You can speak as openly in front of Fritz

as if you were speaking to Jonathan.

I trust him implicitly.

I'm sure you do.

But, uh, I could hardly talk about...

my feelings for you in front of him.

Now, could I?

I wonder where that captain is with the menus.

I'm absolutely starved. Aren't you?

Jennifer.

Jennifer, I know

this is not the proper time or place,

but...

I want to help you.

I want to be by your side.

By my side.

Mm-hm.

Oh. Well, look who's here.

[EXCITEDLY] Fritz.

[LAUGHING] Fritzie, over here.

What a wonderful surprise.

Absolutely wunderbar.

Ach du Lieber.

What a coincidence.

Here I am, all by myself, alone,

and who do I see but my dear friends,

Frau Jennifer and Herr Grant.

Oh, you're alone, Fritz.

Well, you really must come and join us.

Nein, nein, nein. I could not.

Jennifer, we... We do have a lot of important things to discuss.

Maybe I should join you.

As you Americans say,

why not?

[SIGHS] [SIGHS]

My, my, my.

Isn't this just ducky?

Yes, isn't it just.

[CHUCKLES] Danke.

Oh, would you please excuse me? Ja, ja.

I'll be back in just a minute.

FRITZ [SIGHING]: Isn't she lovely?

This is nice, ja?

What a remarkable coincidence

that you just happened to pick this restaurant tonight.

Ja. Ja, ja.

Prost.

What's your game, mister?

Game?

What is this game?

Is it money you're after or what?

Nein, nein. You misunderstand. Huh.

Do I? I don't think so.

The dutiful uncle shows up for an indefinite stay,

comforts the grieving widow,

and then starts to advise her on the operation

of a highly profitable business.

Ah. So you think that I try to

keep this all in the family,

so to speak? Not "so to speak."

That's exactly what I think.

But my job is to protect Mrs. Hart from fortune hunters.

And sometimes it makes much more sense

to pay someone handsomely

instead of fighting him.

Do you understand my meaning?

I think, possibly,

maybe I'm beginning to.

Ja. Mm.

How are you two getting along?

Oh, wonderfully well. Isn't that so, Fritz?

Ja. Like one million Swiss francs.

JENNIFER: So...

what shall we have for dinner?

Uh, poor Fritz is not feeling too well,

so he's decided not to join us after all.

Isn't that right, Fritz?

Ja, ja, ja. That is right. Alone you must be.

Do you have to leave?

Alas, yes, I must go. Ja.

[ALL GASP]

[ANGRILY] You...!

Oh, how clumsy. You idiot!

I'm so sorry. Forgive me, please.

Oh, Owen, you're drenched.

Better go home and change your clothes.

You'll catch your death.

No, no. It'll be fine.

JENNIFER: No, I absolutely insist.

We can have dinner another time.

Uh, Fritz, are you going directly home?

Ja, Jennifer.

Good. Then you can give me a ride.

Forgive me, ja? Please.

Oh, besides, if you're not feeling well,

we better get you home.

Ja. Perhaps a bowl of chicken soup.

Oh, that would be super.

Now, Owen, you should just go home and dry up.

I-I mean...

Uh, I'll call you soon. Uh...

Forgive me, ja?

Uh, come on, Fritzie. Guten Abend.

♪ ♪

Clumsiness can be fatal, Herr Fritz.

♪ ♪

JENNIFER: It's a good thing that you came along,

because in another five minutes, I was gonna bop him one.

Well... there he is.

Old Fritz.

Oh. Yes. It's great.

I don't know how you women take it...

putting that makeup on and taking it off.

Ugh.

It's really fantastic.

John, don't you think it's time we call Lieutenant Gray?

And tell him what?

That Grant wanted to make a move on you?

And he was willing to pay off Fritz to make it possible?

Now, I don't think that would have much to do

with proving that he was part of the murder attempt.

No, I suppose not.

Well, I guess we're just gonna have

to keep looking for evidence.

That and chicken "zoup."

Chicken zoup?

Isn't that what you said was good for what ails me?

[CHUCKLES]

I guess I did, didn't I? Heh-heh.

On the other hand, I have a better cure.

Ah, just what the doctor ordered.

♪ ♪

JENKS: I thought you made a deal with him.

Yeah, well, he seemed to go along with it.

There's something suspicious

about that Fritz von Hardt.

I have to get some information on him.

Who do we know in Geneva?

There's Fiedling.

No, he's in Zurich, though.

I'll get in touch with him.

Maybe he can learn something

about this Herr von Hardt.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

See who it is.

[DOOR OPENS]

Guess who.

[CHUCKLING]

Whoo-wee, lookie here.

Oh, boy, this is some place you've got here.

Bet it cost you a pretty penny, didn't it?

Billy Ray, what are you doing here?

I thought we'd agreed

that we wouldn't be seen together.

Ah, don't you go gettin' hot under the collar.

I ain't done nothin' wrong.

What do you want?

[SIGHS]

A drink wouldn't hurt none.

All right.

What else?

[SIGHS] Well...

I wanna go home.

I can't wait around here for this will thing

to get settled.

Uh... Couldn't you just give me my money now?

Billy Ray...

with so much money at stake, we can't rush things.

You'll get your money soon enough.

Now, is anything else bothering you?

Yeah, yep. This...

This whole business with that nice Mrs. Hart lady. I...

I don't like connin' her.

JENKS: But what do you care?

Besides, he left plenty for her.

I kinda like that lady,

and I don't want to see nothin' bad happen to her.

I just want my money. That's all.

Billy Ray...

I suggest you have patience.

And you leave everything to me and Jenks.

Meanwhile, I'll get you

a little money, okay?

Yeah, well, that would help a little bit.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

There's another thing that's botherin' me.

That Fritz guy. I don't like the way he looks at me.

Don't think he likes me very much.

Mm-hm-hm. Probably not.

And I don't like him.

But it's like...

cards.

♪ ♪

If you don't need a heart...

get rid of it.

[SIGHS]

♪ ♪

JENNIFER: Baily remembers less about that survey than you did.

[JENKS STARTS CAR]

The was only person with me on that survey.

And that was Hamilton Baily.

I don't think anyone else knew

that, uh, Billy Ray pulled me out of the snow.

The only thing we've got to go on is that phony will.

We've been over it a thousand times.

I know, but there's something about it that bothers me.

What?

I don't know. Something I'm missing.

The only thing we know for certain

is that I didn't write that will.

Right.

♪ ♪

What's that?

Well, either the guy behind us is a road hog,

or we're in for a little trouble.

[REVS ENGINE]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[GLASS BREAKS]

JENNIFER [INTO INTERCOM]: Deanne, is Stanley back yet?

DEANNE: He's standing here, waiting.

Oh, would you send him in, please?

DEANNE: Okay.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Uh, hello, Mrs. Hart, Mr. Hart.

Or should I say, "Mr. von Hardt."

[CHUCKLES] Gut, gut.

Need any help?

No, I'm okay.

Stanley, uh, did you have any luck?

Uh, yes, Mr. Hart.

You were right. Uh... There was something strange

about the death of that forger, Tommy Nickerson.

Uh-huh.

STANLEY: He was hit by a car on the street,

but several of the witnesses thought

that the car deliberately hit him.

A staged automobile accident.

Does that sound familiar?

It certainly does.

I'd like to have the name of that law firm

that got Tommy out of jail in the first place.

They might have some information we could use.

He had great lawyers.

The firm of Huntzinger and Zotz.

Now, that is a coincidence.

Why is it so coincidental?

Huntzinger and Zotz take in a lot of work

for Owen Grant.

Why not? They recently merged into his firm.

They did?

Uh, thanks a lot, Stanley. Uh, you've been very helpful.

Uh, don't mention it.

Auf Wiedersehen.

How about that.

The firm connected with Owen Grant

gets Tommy Nickerson out of prison early.

And then a few weeks later,

he's has an accident, and is killed.

Hm.

A little too convenient.

The date.

The will that Billy Ray brought in here

was written after my original will was drawn up.

And who else would have knowledge of that will

but Owen Grant?

But how can you prove that?

What could he possibly have to gain?

Money. And as your advisor,

he could suggest to you that, uh,

you could settle out of court with Billy Ray,

instead of going there and fighting it out.

But Owen's a wealthy man.

No one ever gets enough,

but I think it's more than money that he's after.

What do you mean?

Oh.

The wealthy widow.

Through you he could control the entire company.

And you got to admit,

he does have an eye for you.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

Yes, Deanne?

A Billy Ray Thompson here to see you.

Uh, tell her to give us a minute.

Uh, Deanne, give me a minute,

and then send him in.

They'll be with you in just a second.

Oh, delightful. Thank you.

That's somethin', isn't it?

[CHUCKLES]

I think we're going to find some proof.

How?

♪ ♪

DEANNE: Now you can go in now.

Heh-heh. Thank you very much.

[CHUCKLING] Well...

Will you lookie there at you two, huh?

Ah. Billy Ray.

"Ah. Billy Ray." Yeah.

Boy, if you don't beat all.

It's mighty upsettin'

to see you trompin' all over your dead husband's memory

with that uncle of his.

I guess you're just as bad as all the rest of 'em, huh?

What do you mean, all the rest of them?

Nothin'. I was just runnin' off at the mouth.

Y'all go ahead and do what you wanna do.

FRITZ: Wait. One moment, please, Billy Ray. Would you...?

Would you mind if I spoke to Billy Ray alone?

No, no, no. Not at all. It'll only take a moment.

Ja, ja. Fine.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

If you are willing, we could make a deal.

A deal?

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

I-I... I just want what's due me.

What about Grant?

Grant who?

Grant. The lawyer.

I-I-I don't know nothing about him.

He must have led me astray.

He said you would cut me in.

Shoot. Heh-heh.

He did. Well.

Are you tryin' to con me?

Well, why would I do that?

You know what your deal is.

All I know is I got this will,

and that's that.

Grant made me some very nice promises.

He said you would go along.

I don't wanna hear any of this.

I don't wanna hear any more at all, okay?

I'm gonna leave.

And, uh, I'll just be...

I'll be seeing you in the funny papers, buddy.

[DOOR OPENS]

Well...

Did you strike pay dirt?

No, but I think I struck a nerve.

Now all we gotta do is, uh,

find out where Billy Ray is going.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Well, it isn't exactly the royal suite, is it?

Well, I've been talking to Fritz.

So? Well, according to Fritz,

you're trying to muscle me out,

just like you did that guy that forged the will.

Are you crazy? Now, why would I do that?

That's what I'm here to find out, isn't it?

The cupboard's bare.

Well, I don't get it.

Huh.

A $10 million mansion with no furniture.

When one runs out of money...

one has to sell what he has.

You see, Billy Ray,

they tricked you, so they could follow you.

Wasn't very neighborly thing to do, Fritz.

Not Fritz.

Jonathan Hart.

BILLY RAY [CHUCKLING]: No.

Uh-uh. No.

I did a little checking on our Swiss friend.

He doesn't exist.

Let me congratulate you, Jonathan,

on a superior job of deception.

And I thought only my hairdresser knew for sure.

This way, please.

♪ ♪

Through the doors.

To the left.

Well...

I thought you said you sold everything.

What you see here is all I have left.

The most precious of my remaining possessions.

Do these...

accessories suit you, Jennifer?

Oh, yes. All except one:

the gun.

JONATHAN: You set up those murder attempts

then you had Billy Ray bring in his phony will,

thinking that I was dead. Correct?

Correct, Jonathan.

It seemed a foolproof way to get my hands on quite a lot

of Hart Industries' money.

Being down to your last Chippendale

didn't suit you.

That phony will isn't going to fool anyone.

On the contrary, my dear...

my late client was a brilliant forger.

That will is a work of art.

Besides, even if the will didn't hold up,

Billy Ray's claim could have frozen

Hart's Industries' assets for a long time.

And I'm sure you would've settled generously,

just to have the whole matter over and done with.

Don't count on it.

I don't think I need to now.

What, uh...?

What are we gonna do with them?

Everyone already thinks

Jonathan Hart is dead,

so he won't be missed...

when he dies for real.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Hart.

What about her?

Another...

unfortunate obstacle.

[NERVOUSLY] Just a minute, Mr. Grant...

Tie them up, Billy Ray.

I-I don't wanna do this.

[ANGRILY] Do as I say, you clodhopper.

The alternative is life imprisonment.

[BILLY RAY EXHALES DEEPLY]

♪ ♪

[GRUNTS]

You all right?

Fine.

♪ ♪

Freeway. Will you give me a break?

You coming to bed, darling?

[GERMAN ACCENT] Ja, ja, ja, meinLiebchen.

One little moment, please, yes? [CHUCKLES]

Oh, Fritzie's back.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] No, Fritz is not back.

As a matter of fact,

all that's left of Fritz is the accent.

And... this.

Oh. Alas, poor Fritz,

I knew you well.

Hm.

Will you miss him? I don't know.

He was an awfully good lover.

Oh.

And I really did like that mustache.

Well...

that's easily remedied.

Hey, look.

Aww.

[CHUCKLES]

I always wondered what it would be like

being in bed with Groucho Marx.

[IMITATING GROUCHO MARX] You bet your life.

Say the magic word and collect $100.

[CHUCKLES]

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