All language subtitles for MSW s06e14 How to Make a Killing Without Really Trying.eng

I want a list of
all of Mr. Royce's big losers.

Big losers?

Lieutenant Moynihan's
personal experience in the stock market

has made him a skeptic.

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

I want your company.

They'll be ice-skating in hell
before I'd ever sell to you.

I feel awful,
but it's business.

Oh, it's always business!

I'm still troubled
by some loose ends.

What loose ends?

Well, I'm dumping Wilma
to make room for you on my desk.

He's not gonna marry me.
But of course he is.

Lipstick on the glass,
lady's apparel.

Cherchez la femme time.

(PHONE RINGS)

Philip Royce's office.

No, he's in a meeting,
Mr. Nesbitt.

Can you hold on a moment?

Right. He left instructions
with me, Mr. Nesbitt.

He thinks you should sell
the Sheldonite options

and buy 1,000
of the Atwater Preferred.

The dividend is due tomorrow,
and the word is it's up.

Yes, I'll see that he executes
the buy order immediately.

Bye.

Hey, Norma. Where's
our Philip this morning?

At the dentist.

Again? What is it,
root canal?

Was there something
you wanted, Mr. Hooper?

Yeah. I thought maybe
we could grab some lunch.

Gee, thanks, Mr. Hooper,
but I have a lunch date.

With my fiancé. You remember.

I told you about him
last month when you invited me over for dinner.

And last Tuesday
and yesterday.

Norma, sweetheart,
I tried to tell you.

You're wasting your talents
on that guy.

He is strictly
slow-lane material.

(PHONE RINGS)

RO YCE ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
Hello, this is Phil Royce.

Sorry, I'm not here
to answer the phone right now,

but if you leave your number,
I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Mr. Royce, this is Norma.

It's about 11:15...

11:15?
... and there are some things I have to go over with you...

I've missed
my hair appointment. ... when you get a chance...

And don't forget you have
a lunch appointment with Mrs. Fletcher this afternoon.

Philip.
Please give me a call.

Philip, darling. Wake up.

(GROANS)

Hi, Candice.

I thought you went home.

Oh, we have to
talk about that.

I mean,
you have more room here,

but my place has
the view of the park and the 24-hour security.

Or do you think we should
find someplace different?

What are you talking about?

Well, after we're married.

I mean,
we don't need two apartments.

Candice.
Hmm?

Look, you're a lot of fun,
but I thought we had an understanding.

An understanding?
Uh-huh.

You're damn right
we had an understanding!

All my friends, my father.
He's already drawing up an invitation list!

Look, sweetheart, I've
already blown two marriages.

Your score is 0 for 3.
Now, I'm just not any good at it,

and I don't think
that you are, either.

What's wrong with
the way things are now?

Wrong?
I'll tell you what's wrong!

I'm gonna be 36 next month!

Candice, I think
we ought to cool it.

Cool it? You wanna dump me?

No! You are not gonna
do this to me.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.
CAROL: Mrs. Fletcher is here to see Mr. Royce.

Oh, golly. Uh, tell her
to wait a minute and then send her back, Carol.

Thanks.

Yes. Is Mr. Royce there
at the Athletic Club?

This is his secretary.

Would you page him for me?

Yeah, well, try
the squash courts.

Tell him to meet his lunch
at the Down Town Club.

Give him that message
if you can find him. Thank you.

You must be Norma.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.
So nice to meet you at last.

Well, we've talked so often
on the telephone,

I feel as if
you and I are old friends.

Oh, that's very sweet.

Um, am I early?

No! No, he's been
tied up in a meeting.

He'll meet you at the club.
I'm supposed to take you over there.

Oh, fine.

Mr. Royce has worked up
a report on your portfolio, Mrs. Fletcher,

and some recommendations.

We can take it along.

Good. Because I wanna
talk to him about

some stock a friend of mine
in Cabot Cove recommended,

Spruce Electronics?

Spruce Electronics is okay.

A little overextended
PE-wise.

And I think they've taken on
too much debt.

But their competition's
interesting.

Take Low Sonic, for instance.
They have got the inside track on HDTV.

HDTV?

Mmm.
High Definition Television. Oh.

Wave of the future.
In five years, everybody'll own one.

Low Sonic is in
for a big move.

As a matter of fact,
I just bought some...

I mean, Mr. Royce
just bought some for your portfolio this morning.

Well, that's wonderful.
I mean, if you...

I mean, if Mr. Royce
feels that it's a good buy.

He spends a lot of time
on research.

And in meetings.
So often when I call he's in meetings.

He certainly keeps
a very busy schedule.

It's a wonder
he has time to play golf.

Shall we go?
All right.

Those clubs are brand new.
He brought them in yesterday to show everyone.

Jessica! Jessica!

Jerome. My goodness.

You know, you get
more distinguished-Iooking as the years pass by.

You really ought to
come and see us more often, my dear.

Well, the way
you handle my investments, it hardly seems necessary.

So Philip's been taking
good care of you, has he?

Well, I certainly have
no complaints.

Especially since
Norma's been helping out.

Well, I'm happy to hear that.

You know,
since Philip's father died,

not only my partner
but my dearest friend,

Philip has had
some big shoes to fill.

Candice.
There you are.

Jessica, have you met
my daughter?

How nice to meet you, Candice.
Hello.

We have to talk, Daddy.

I was just going out, dear.

Now, Daddy!

Is something wrong, darling?

Everything is wrong!

Really, darling, you were
quite rude to Mrs. Fletcher.

What are you so upset about?

Philip! We had a very
interesting conversation in bed this morning.

You stayed over?
Well, that sounds promising.

He's not gonna marry me.

Not marry you?
But of course he is.

Did you pick a fight with him?

No.
I did everything you told me.

I used
every trick in the book.

The man is a complete toad.

(SIGHS)

He also happens to own
half my company, darling.

Now you go back to him
and make up.

Never.
I'd rather see him dead.

Sorry.
Oops! Sorry.

Say! You've gotta be
J.B. Fletcher.

This is Sid Hooper
from our office.

Oh, how do you do,
Mr. Hooper?

Better than most, J.B.

Oh, while everybody else
is out putting on the old feed bag,

I'm up there making money.

Oh, yes. Stealing a march,
that sort of thing?

You got it. Keep me in mind
if you decide to put a little more zip in your appreciation.

I mean, Sid Hooper would never
put you into that dog, Low Sonic.

That's... That's yesterday's
newspaper, J.B.

Or maybe Philip got
a hot tip on the golf course.

Have a nice lunch.

And don't order the shark.
They're still alive over there.

Hey, Norma, where've you been?
You're ten minutes late!

Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry.

(STAMMERING)
I just totally forgot.

Are you kidding?
It took me a half an hour to get downtown!

Honey, it's been
one of those mornings.

I feel awful, but I can't
have lunch with you.

It's business.

Oh, it's always business!
It's always business!

Mrs. Fletcher,
this is Rudy. Rudy Bianco, my fiancé.

How do you do, Rudy?
Hi.

You've got
a very special girl here.

And I think that
there's a simple solution to this problem.

Why don't you two go
and have lunch together

and I'll get a taxi
and meet Philip?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
that's very nice,

but you know, I really think
I'd better go along.

We'll have dinner tonight,
honey.

I'll make fettuccini.

With marinara.

Okay, okay, okay.

But I'm telling you, this
guy's taking advantage of you. And you tell him I said so.

Nice to meet you.

Gee, Mrs. Fletcher,
I just don't know what happened.

Maybe I forgot
to put your lunch on Mr. Royce's schedule

when I typed it up
for him last night.

Well, never mind.
It's been a very interesting lunch.

I've certainly learned
more about investing

than I ever expected
to hear from Mr. Royce.

Oh, there's Gordon Tully.

You know, the one who
made the run on Pan Global Airlines last month.

Oh, yeah,
the corporate raider. Mmm.

Yes, I read a profile on him.

Well, hello, Ashcroft.

Mr. Tully.

Have you been out of town,
or hasn't your secretary been giving your phone messages?

I've been busy.

Well, let me save you
20 cents. I want your company.

Put a price on it
and have your people get in touch with my people.

They'll be ice-skating in hell
before I'd ever sell to you, Tully.

You know what your problem is,
Ashcroft?

You put
personal considerations ahead of business.

It's a big mistake.

There are some things
money can't buy

and some
personal considerations beyond monetary valuation.

I doubt you'll
stay out of jail long enough to learn what I mean.

Jessica! Sorry I'm late.

Meeting ran long.

You look terrific!

Well, thanks.
You know, Philip,

you look more like
your father every year.

Yeah, that's what
everyone says.

So has Norma been
taking good care of you?

Norma is an absolute jewel,
but I'm sure you already knew that.

Right. Oh, my,
look what time it is.

I hope you already ordered.

Well, actually,
we've already eaten.

Good.
Isn't the food here terrific?

Wonderful.
Tell you what, Jessica.

Why don't I take you
to dinner tonight?

Oh, I'm sorry, Philip, but
I already have dinner plans.

Then let's do breakfast.

I can't very well
let you slip away again to New Hampshire

without going over
your portfolio, can I?

Well, um...

I'd sit down with you
this afternoon,

but I have an appointment
with a couple of the guys over at the...

Clients, over at
the Athletic Club.

Norma, call up Buddy Black
and confirm our golf date for tomorrow.

Oh, anyway, breakfast?

There's a terrific
little place right around the corner from me.

They have croissants flown in
fresh every morning on the Concord.

What do you say?

Well, I really more or less
promised my nephew.

Well, I wanna fill you in
on a terrific new stock that I found out about.

Get you in
on the ground floor.

It's called
Spruce Electronics.

Well, on the other hand,

perhaps we do need
to have a serious talk.

Let's do breakfast.

I thought we had
an understanding, Buddy.

And frankly, I'm
disappointed in the results.

Hey, I hit him for 11 grand
just last week, Mr. Tully.

The negotiations have gotten
to the delicate stage.

I want you to keep
the pressure on him.

It's getting awkward.
I don't know how much more I can get away with.

Just do it, Buddy.
Squeeze harder.

Excuse me, doesn't
Mr. Philip Royce live here?

Who are you, lady?

My name is Jessica Fletcher.

I had an appointment
to have breakfast with Mr. Royce this morning.

Mr. Royce won't be
having breakfast,

this morning or any morning.

Somebody cracked his skull
with a golf club.

So, how much did you lose?

I beg your pardon?

You said the deceased
was your stockbroker.

Well, actually, his firm
has done very nicely for me.

Oh, yeah? Well, consider
yourself lucky, Mrs. Fletcher.

I let one of those stockbroker
guys talk me into a little flyer a couple of years ago.

I put most of my savings
into this turkey stock

and before I could dump it,
I lost 500 bucks!

It's all a scam.

These sharp operators
are in business to fleece the working stiffs.

Hey, Eddie, there's
a glass in the kitchen with traces of lipstick.

Make sure it gets bagged
and checked.

Excuse me, Lieutenant,
but do you have any idea how this happened?

Well, that's what we're trying
to find out, ma'am.

Looks like it happened
some time late last night.

The cleaning lady found him
this morning.

Somebody nailed him
with a golf putter.

Oh, that's ironic.

You know, he did mention
having a golf date tomorrow.

He did, huh?
You got any names?

The only name I heard
mentioned was a Buddy Black.

But his secretary would know.

Check this, Lieutenant.
I found it behind the sofa.

Lipstick on the glass...
Ooh, lady's apparel behind the sofa.

Looks like
cherchez la femme time.

This wouldn't be your hat,
would it, lady?

Oh, no. No.

But you recognize it. Right?

Well, I mean,
there's lots of hats like that in New York City.

Whose is it?

Dead?

Why would anyone
wanna kill Mr. Royce?

Well, that's what
I'm gonna find out.

Now, you wanna tell me
about this hat?

Mr. Royce called me at home
after work last night.

He needed his briefcase,
so I brought it to him.

I must have left
without my hat.

Norma was a very
conscientious secretary, Lieutenant Moynihan.

I can vouch for that.

We found the hat
behind the sofa, Miss Pulaski.

Just how conscientious
were you?

Lieutenant, I am
an engaged woman.

Lieutenant,
perhaps you noticed,

there's a telephone number
scrawled on his notepad.

Yes.

Yes. Is this
his handwriting or yours?

His.

But I don't recognize
the number.

It wasn't there
when I left last night.

Maybe it was
one of his golf pals. Maybe this Buddy Black?

Quick way to find out.

I just heard about Philip.
My God.

Yes, he in?

Well, you tell
Mr. Gordon Tully

that Lieutenant Moynihan
wants to talk to him.

Have him call me
at Manhattan South.

Gordon Tully? Whew!

Old Phil was traveling
in pretty fast company.

This guy Tully,
he a golf player?

Well, from what I've read,
Mr. Tully is into bigger games.

I didn't even know
they were acquainted.

Norma, I'm really sorry
about Philip.

But I want you to know

I'm dumping Wilma
to make room for you on my desk.

Gee, Sid,
you're all heart.

Oh, yeah. And Ashcroft
wants me to take over Philip's accounts,

so I'll need
his computer access code and anything current.

Okay, if that's what
Mr. Ashcroft wants.

Nice to be working
with you, J.B.

Give me a couple of days
and I'll shake out the dogs and cats.

Here's the code,
and these orders are from this morning.

Excuse me for interrupting
the big business here,

but I have a murder
investigation going on.

Now, when you left
the victim's place last night, did you see anything?

Anybody hanging around?

No.

There was nobody there
when I left.

I mean,
I didn't notice anyone.

Well, you keep yourself
available, Miss Pulaski.

I may need to
talk to you again.

A terrible shock, Jessica.

Yes, I know how close
you and Philip were.

At least poor Philip's father
didn't live to see this.

His only son stuck down
by some vicious burglar.

Oh, we don't have
any evidence of a break-in, Mr. Ashcroft.

My guess is
it was somebody he knew.

When did you see him last,
sir?

I guess it was at the club
at lunch.

Yesterday? He didn't come back
to the office after lunch?

No. Apparently, he had
some meetings to attend.

Could he have come back later
after you left, Jerome?

No, I stayed here in my office
working until about midnight.

I would have seen him
if he'd come back.

I want a list of
all of Mr. Royce's big losers in the last few months.

Big losers?

Yeah, on the theory that

it was some irate investor
he cleaned out who nailed him.

I'm afraid
Lieutenant Moynihan's personal experience in the stock market

has made him a skeptic.

Well, we are one of
the oldest, most reputable firms on the street.

And it's a matter
of company policy to perform an in-house audit

whenever a broker
leaves the firm.

Sorry to interrupt, Mr. A.
What is it, Hooper?

These buy orders Norma gave me
a few minutes ago. Something's wrong here.

Time dated this morning.

Ten, twelve hours
after Mr. Royce died.

I wanna talk to
that secretary again.

So what were you doing?

Trying to cover up
something funny going on with the accounts?

No! Mr. Royce told me
to sign his name.

I mean, he wasn't always here,
and those orders had to be processed quickly.

That makes sense, Lieutenant.

Mr. Royce apparently had
a very heavy schedule outside the office.

The impression that I have
is that Norma was really running things

and very successfully, too.

I mean, she's given me
more investment service than Mr. Royce ever did.

At Ashcroft and Royce,

secretaries answer phones,
take messages and make coffee.

They do not give
financial advice,

transact business or forge
their boss' signatures!

Now on the other hand,
I may have gotten the wrong impression.

Now, I am sorry,
Miss Pulaski,

but you have betrayed
the trust that we placed in you.

I would appreciate it
if you would clean out your desk immediately.

Excuse me.

Rudy's right.

It's a long way
from Flatbush to Wall Street.

Norma, don't
sell yourself short.

Maybe you're right,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I mean,
it's only a job, right?

I guess I'm just upset
about Mr. Royce.

About last night,

I had the impression that
you didn't tell Lieutenant Moynihan everything.

There was nothing to tell.

Are you sure?
It might be very important.

Nothing that
Lieutenant Moynihan would be interested in

happened last night,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Not so fast,
Miss Pulaski!

What's wrong, Jerome?

Wrong?
I'll tell you what's wrong. The auditor just called.

There's almost
two million dollars missing from Philip's accounts.

Miss Pulaski, you and I
are going downtown for a little chat

about the murder
of Philip Royce.

SECRETARY:
Mr. Tully never sees anyone without an appointment.

Yes, of course.

I wonder, could you
get a message to him?

It's rather confidential.

The name again
was Jessica Fletcher.

I have interesting
information

about Mr. Tully's connection
to the late Philip Royce.

And I need to
discuss it with him

before going to the police.

I'll wait.

London, Hong Kong, Geneva.

I don't want them to know
where it's coming from.

The yen's peaked.
It's selling off.

Let me know
when it comes down to 134.

Do I know you,
Mrs. Fletcher?

We haven't met, Mr. Tully.

I was a client
of Philip Royce

and I'm a friend
of Jerome Ashcroft.

And what information
do you wish to discuss?

I understand that
you were interested in buying Ashcroft and Royce.

That's not information
or even news.

Yes, well,
your telephone number

was the last thing
Philip Royce wrote

on his notepad
before he died.

I explained that
to Lieutenant Moynihan. Royce phoned me.

According to my log,
it was about 8:00 p.m.

It was business.

Business?

My business, Mrs. Fletcher.

I was here in my office
all evening and half the night on the phone to Japan.

My assistant can verify that
as well as the telephone company records.

Now, I'm sorry, but you

are catching me
on a very, very bad day.

So unless you have
some other important information to discuss,

goodbye, Mrs. Fletcher.

(BUZZES)

Lieutenant Moynihan,
Manhattan South.

Did you notice
anything strange here night before last?

Strange? In this town?
You gotta be kidding.

Last week, I saw a guy
walking a dog with a dress on.

The guy was wearing a dress?

What's strange about that?
The dog was wearing the dress.

No, I'm talking about
the night of the murder.

Between 8:00 and midnight.
Did you see anything? Notice anything?

Nothing.

Except the bread delivery.

Bread delivery?
Yeah.

I mean, in a neighborhood
like this, who eats that much bread?

You know what I mean?

Anyway, it was about 9:00.

I remember because
this guy comes wailing out the door

like a bat out of hell,
jumps in his truck and burns rubber outta here.

Did you get anything
on that truck? A license number?

Hey, who do I look like,
Cagney and Lacey?

Wait a minute. Yeah.

There was a sign
on the truck. "Bianco's Bakery."

Listen, meathead, my fiancée
had nothing to do with that guy's death.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Norma Pulaski's your fiancée?

Yeah, and you're dealing with
Rudy Bianco here.

After I get through with you,
you're gonna be handing out parking tickets

on Staten Island.

I'm gonna sue your brains out
for false arrest.

Yeah, right,
you better take a number.

Rudy! Look at this!

Somebody's been throwing trash
in the flour bin again!

That's okay, Gino.
It's mine.

Well, what the hell's
it doing in the flour bin?

Let me see that.
Let's see what we got here.

Whoa! Look at that.
Must be 20 or 30 grand here.

Where would a guy like you
get a wad like that, huh?

On a fast horse at Belmont.

They keep good records
at the track. You wanna try again?

Okay, I found it.

Oh, that's even funnier.

Yeah, it's the truth.

Somebody broke into my truck
when it was parked out back last night.

I found this envelope
under the front seat this morning.

You think we're stupid
or something?

You think we don't know
your girlfriend ripped off a couple million dollars?

What, are you kidding?

Do I look like I'm kidding?

We got a make on your truck
at the scene of the crime.

I got a witness who'll
finger you in a line-up.

Rudy Bianco, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murder

and as an accomplice
to embezzlement.

Oh, Lieutenant, I just
stopped by to see you.

Yeah, well, I'm kind of
busy right now, Mrs. Fletcher.

Yes, well, this wouldn't
take very long.

It's about Gordon Tully.
I went to see him.

Yeah, well, you can
forget about Gordon Tully

because I've got the case
all wrapped up.

Yeah,
when I confront Miss Pulaski with her accomplice,

she's gonna fold up
like a wet paper box.

Stick around if you want to.

No! I didn't kill him!

And neither did Rudy!
And we didn't steal any money!

There isn't a jury
in New York that's gonna believe this story.

But Lieutenant, you haven't
given them a chance to tell you their story.

I mean, perhaps
there's an explanation.

Okay. Okay. Let's see.
Go ahead.

Like I told you, Mr. Royce
called me at home last night.

He'd left his briefcase
at the Down Town Club

and he wanted me to
pick it up and bring it over to his place.

He was always leaving
his briefcase somewhere.

So I called Rudy
and I left a message on the machine

explaining everything
and telling him I'd see him later.

Then I picked up the briefcase
and I took it over to Mr. Royce's place.

It was about 9:00.

It took him a while
to answer the door 'cause he was taking a shower.

So I gave him the briefcase.

And he was very nice,
you know, he offered me a drink.

Kind of a thank you, I guess.

But I was anxious
to get going, you know, 'cause I was already late.

Then there was a banging
at the door.

It was Rudy.

Now you gotta understand,
Rudy's Italian,

and he's never understood
about these extra hours I have to put in.

Anyway, I guess
he got the wrong idea about me and Mr. Royce.

I thought he was gonna
hit Mr. Royce, so I had to get between them.

That must be
when I lost my hat.

Finally, I backed Rudy off
and I got him out of there.

I was so embarrassed.

Rudy was still steamed
and roared away in his truck.

I went home
and had a good cry.

So Philip was still alive
when you both left?

Like I said,
no jury's gonna buy that.

We checked the prints
on the glass.

They're yours, Miss Pulaski.

I told you.
He fixed me a drink.

More likely your boyfriend
here, he comes in,

he finds you and the victim
in the sack. He grabs a golf club, and wham!

But Mr. Royce was discovered
fully clothed in the living room.

Well, then, maybe
they killed him to cover up the embezzlement.

Look, he tells me
that he finds 25 grand?

I mean, how dumb
do you think I am?

Lieutenant, I am
the last person in the world to want to interfere...

Mrs. Fletcher,
I'd be more than happy

to answer any questions that
you might have, but later.

You see, right now
I gotta talk to a judge about some court orders

so that I might try
to be able to find

where they might have stashed
the rest of the money.

Excuse me. Come on.

CANDICE: Come on, come on.
I haven't got all day, Biffy.

Get on with it!

Oh, there you are,
Miss Ashcroft.

I'm so glad
I caught up with you.

Mrs. Fletcher,
how did you know I was here?

Well, I dropped by
to pay a call,

and your doorman told me
that you were out walking your dog...

(BIFFY BARKING)

...and I just took a chance.

Yes, well, I'm in kind of
a hurry, Mrs. Fletcher.

I've got to get over
to Bergdorf's

and buy something black
for Philip's funeral.

Oh, yes,
it is such a tragedy.

I mean, it must be
such a blow losing your fiancé.

But of course, at least
you have the consolation

of having been
the last person to see him alive,

except for the murderer,
of course.

What do you mean?

Oh, well, Norma mentioned that
Philip was taking a shower,

and I just assumed that
he had plans to go out.

And it seemed obvious
or quite natural

that it would have been
with you, his fiancée.

No, I didn't even see Philip
that night.

Matter of fact, we decided to
call off the engagement the day before.

Oh, you poor thing.
You mean, you had a lover's quarrel?

And now he's dead.
Oh, how sad.

No, it was not a quarrel.

In fact, it was very friendly.
Philip just wasn't the marrying kind.

The fact is he spent
more time on the golf links

with that pal of his,
Buddy Black, than he did with me.

Buddy Black?

Well, I never
actually met him.

But he hangs out
at Philip's golf club.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher,
I've really gotta run.

Yes, well,
keep your chin up.

As you say, life goes on.

So Royce and his girlfriend
split up. That happens.

Doesn't mean she tried
to part his hair with a golf club.

I didn't say she did.

But I just have a hunch
that somebody else

came to see Philip
that night at his place.

Norma Pulaski and the
pumpernickel prince came to see him.

It's a watertight case.

Well, there could be
some leaks in the boat, Lieutenant.

Like what?

Well, it's possible that
someone planted that money in Rudy's truck.

And if they embezzled
almost two million dollars,

how come
you've only found $25,000?

I'm working on that.

I've already got a court order
to go after hidden accounts.

Unless they've already
lost the money playing the market.

Like that loser stock I had,
Low Sonic.

Low Sonic?
I had some Low Sonic stock.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, I'm sorry
to hear that. You know...

Never mind. I think
I just remembered something important.

Oh, settling in, Mr. Hooper?

Yeah, Mrs. Fletcher.
It's starting to feel like home already.

No sense in letting
a corner office get cold.

I imagine you're not
letting Philip's accounts get cold, either.

You got that right, J.B.

Old Sid Hooper'll
unload the ballast

and have you in high fliers
faster than you can say "leveraged buy-out."

I'm very happy to hear that.

Do you remember what you
told me down in the lobby

about Low Sonics
being a "dog"?

Right. Low Sonic
is 19th-century stuff.

My question is
how did you know that I was invested in Low Sonic?

Simple.
I looked in Philip's computer.

I have his computer access
now that I'm handling his accounts.

Norma only bought
those Low Sonic stocks that same morning.

Now downstairs,
you already knew about the purchase.

Uh, Philip must have
mentioned it.

Philip never came
into the office that day.

No, the only way
that you could have known

would be if you had had
Philip's computer access code

and were monitoring
his transactions.

And maybe bleeding off
some of his funds?

No. Hey, come on,
that's crazy.

I mean, didn't you guys
arrest Norma and her boyfriend?

I mean, that's why
they killed him, right?

To cover up the money
she was embezzling.

What Mrs. Fletcher says
makes a lot of sense to me.

And as a matter of fact,
I've got a court order right here

to check on
hidden accounts.

Why don't we
go down to the station, Mr. Hooper?

Have ourselves
a little talk.

Okay. So far we know
you withdrew $25,000

from your personal account
the morning after Mr. Royce was murdered.

We also know
you have a numbered account in the Cayman Islands.

We're checking on that one.

See, I always knew
that no secretary and her boyfriend

were smart enough
to pull off a scam this big.

It had to be one of
these big-shot insiders.

Well, I'm sure that Norma and
Rudy will be relieved to know

that you were always
convinced of their innocence.

Now, wait a minute.
So what happened?

Mr. Royce found out,
and you had to kill him, right?

Kill him? Hey, no way.

Look, I borrowed a few bucks
from old Philip's account, that's it.

Then you did have
his access code?

His access code
was his license plate number.

It didn't take a genius
to figure it out.

Look, I knew Norma
was running the portfolio.

Philip was a playboy coasting
on his father's coattails.

Hey, I was gonna pay it back.

Sure.
That's what they all say.

Well, since Mr. Hooper
wasn't supposed to have the access code,

he knew that the suspicion
would fall on Norma.

And planting the money
in Rudy's truck almost worked.

Detective Moynihan, I assume
that you're going to release Norma and Rudy?

Right, as soon as I book
this financial wizard.

Oh, Lieutenant.

Miss Pulaski
and her fiancé'll be out in a minute.

That's wonderful.

But, you know,
I'm still troubled by some loose ends.

Loose ends?
What loose ends?

Well, it's nothing I can
really put my finger on.

Well, Gordon Tully
had a stake in all this.

Mrs. Fletcher,
we got our killer.

And I already checked
Gordon Tully out. He's got an alibi.

He was on the phone to Japan.
The phone company records back him up.

Yes, but the phone company
records don't say who was talking on the phone.

Look, I have to have
more than that

if I'm gonna take on a guy
that's got the juice of Gordon Tully.

Excuse me.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher!
I don't know how to thank you.

Look, anytime you need
any baked goods, you just let me know.

Breads, rolls, Danish,
anything you want.

Oh, thank you, Rudy.
That's very sweet of you.

But there's something
I wanna ask you about, Norma.

What do you know
about Buddy Black?

I never met him,
but I hear he was some kind of a golf hustler.

A hustler?

Mr. Royce always lost
when they played.

Ordinarily, Mr. Royce
handled his personal checking account himself.

But one day, I found
a stack of canceled checks in his briefcase

all made out to Buddy Black.

Over $50,000 worth,

and that was for
only one month. Oh, dear.

Mr. Black?

I don't do lessons
anymore, lady.

Oh, I'm not interested
in golf lessons, Mr. Black,

although I hear
you're very good.

What exactly can I
do for you, Mrs...

Fletcher,
Jessica Fletcher.

I understand that we have
a mutual acquaintance. Gordon Tully.

Well, any friend of Gordon's
is a friend of mine.

What is it? You and your hubby
looking for a sponsor to join the club?

Not exactly. The fact
of the matter is I'm involved,

quite unofficially,
you understand,

in the murder investigation
of Philip Royce.

Your name came up
in the police investigation.

Why would my name come up?

Possibly in connection
with blackmail?

Blackmail?

The police are looking
very carefully into Mr. Royce's financial matters,

and there are
all those canceled checks made out to you.

So maybe Philip wrote me
a few checks. It wasn't blackmail.

I won that money from him
playing golf.

Well, that's not
the impression that I got from Mr. Tully,

and neither did
Lieutenant Moynihan.

What the hell
did Tully tell you?

Well, I'm afraid I'm not
at liberty to discuss that with you, Mr. Black.

And I believe
it's common knowledge

that Mr. Tully was trying
to take over Mr. Royce's firm.

And I did hear that
the police are checking Mr. Tully's alibi

for the time of the murder.

They are?

That's probably where
the blackmail angle comes in,

especially in view of
the fact that he was murdered with a golf club.

Look, I had nothing
to do with Phil's murder.

Okay, so maybe Tully suggested
Phil could be had for a few bucks playing golf.

I'm afraid it was more
than a few bucks.

Hey, it was Tully's idea,
not mine!

But you took the money.

I don't know what his game is,
or yours either, lady,

but if Tully told you
I was blackmailing Philip Royce,

he's lying
to cover his own back.

Mr. Tully couldn't possibly
see you now.

He has a luncheon appointment
and he's already late.

Perhaps if you
wouldn't mind trying.

Oh, Mr. Tully,
I was hoping that I would catch you.

I wanted to talk to you
about Buddy Black.

I'm rather in a hurry now,
Mrs. Fletcher,

but if you'd care to
ride down with me...

Oh, thank you.

I advise you to get
straight to the point. This is an express.

I was wondering
what you'd have to say to Lieutenant Moynihan

when he learns that
you arranged for a professional golf hustler

to separate Mr. Royce
from a considerable amount of cash.

Why would I do
something like that?

Assuming, of course,
that it's true.

To soften him up
so that he'd sell to you?

Philip was a big boy.

He shouldn't have bet
what he couldn't afford to lose.

But you seem to be implying
that I had something to do with his death.

Let me set you straight,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Philip Royce was
more valuable to me alive than dead.

Valuable to you?

Royce had already agreed
to sell me his shares.

We were going to
set the deal the next morning,

but somebody killed him.
An unforeseen liability.

Now I'll have to buy
some other firm.

Have a nice day,
Mrs. Fletcher.

It's not as fancy
as the Down Town Club, but the food is fantastic.

I think it's very charming.

They buy all their bread
from me. Six dozen rolls every day.

I was telling Norma,
now that she's finished on Wall Street,

I could use her
down at the bakery.

Well, just because
she's lost one job doesn't mean that

she's finished
on Wall Street, Rudy.

I mean, you'd be amazed
at how clever Norma is at financial things.

Yeah, but the hours
are better at the bakery.

Norma,

Mr. Tully told me
something puzzling.

He said that Philip had agreed
to sell his half of the firm.

That might explain it.

Explain what?

What he had
in his briefcase.

I probably
shouldn't have looked,

but Mr. Royce was always
walking off with papers in his briefcase

that I needed at the office.

Norma, what exactly did he
have in his briefcase?

A big stack of
Ashcroft and Royce shares.

If he were going to
sell to Mr. Tully,

that may explain why
he was carrying them around.

Look, I'm terribly sorry,
but I won't be able to eat lunch with you after all.

I have to find
Lieutenant Moynihan.

I'll call you.

I just dropped by
to let you know that

we've traced all the money
that Hooper embezzled, Mr. Ashcroft.

All of it?
Why, that's wonderful.

Yeah, he had it
squirreled away in his investment account

in the Cayman Islands.

And the funny part of it is
that Hooper actually made

a couple 100 grand profit
on the money. It's weird.

I was wondering, Jerome,
what do you intend to do about Norma?

Norma? Oh, Norma.

Well, of course
we'll reinstate her job.

As a matter of fact,
I have decided to start her

in the broker's
training program.

Oh, I suppose that means
that the company won't be sold to Gordon Tully.

Sell to Tully?
Over my dead body.

Mmm, that's right,
you have all the shares safely tucked away

in your office safe.

I certainly do, Jessica.

Even Philip's shares?

Yes. He left his there
for safekeeping.

I'm just curious,
what happens to Mr. Royce's shares now?

Actually, we had a contract.

In the event of death,
the surviving partner has the option

of purchasing
the remaining shares at book value.

Book value?

It's a very common practice
in business because of the tax consequences.

I'd be very happy to answer
any of your questions about it, Lieutenant.

I have a question, Jerome.

Was it planned in advance
or totally on impulse?

When you killed
Philip Royce.

I suppose the golf club
indicates impulse.

At least
it wasn't premeditated.

Kill Philip?

Jessica, you must be
making a bad joke.

Sadly enough,
it's not a joke, Jerome.

I suppose you must have
overheard Philip talking on the telephone to Mr. Tully.

Remember, you told me
you were here working late?

Yes, I was.

But I told you
that Philip never came back to the office.

Yes, that's what you said.
But Philip must have come back to the office,

at least to pick up
the golf clubs.

They were in his office
when I was there before lunch.

And they were in his apartment
when we found his body.

But what you didn't know,
Jerome,

was that Norma delivered
Philip's own shares in the company

to his apartment
a short time before you arrived.

There's only one way
they could've gotten into your safe, sir.

I never intended to kill him.

Philip was like a son to me.

After I heard him on the phone

agreeing to sell to Tully,

I went over there
to reason with him.

Philip, you just
can't do it.

Sell the firm
your father and I spent our lives building up

to a cheap scoundrel
like Tully?

Spare me the platitudes,
won't you, Jerome?

So you can't stand
Tully's guts.

He doesn't measure up
to your ethical standards, fine,

but that's
your problem, not mine.

But, Philip, the name
Ashcroft and Royce

still means something on...
On Wall Street.

Right. It means integrity,
respectability, old money,

all the garbage that
you think is so important.

Well, Jerome,
let me tell you something.

Tully is willing
to pay for that image.

Pay twice
what my shares are worth.

And what will you do?

Do? I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do, Jerome.

I'm gonna take that money
and I'm gonna enjoy it.

Yeah. That's right.

That way, I won't have to
go into that boring office in the morning

and add up all those
boring figures and deal with

all those uptight,
boring clients.

And what about Candice?

Well, that's another thing,
Jerome.

I know what you and she
are trying to cook up.

Keep it all in the family.
Well, count me out.

See, that's what
finally convinced me to sell.

Not having to deal with
that silly, spoiled bitch of a daughter of yours.

(GRUNTS)

I couldn't let
a scoundrel like Gordon Tully take over the firm

I devoted my life to.

You understand that,
don't you?

Somebody has got to stand up
for the old values.

RUDY: Here,
have some more bread.

Don't mind if I do.

Norma, Lieutenant Moynihan
was telling me that

he once owned
some of your favorite stock, Low Sonic.

Yeah, I took a bath in it
before I got out of it.

Gee, that's too bad.

Five hundred bucks
right down the old sewer. But I learned my lesson.

No, I mean it's too bad
because it split three-for-one today.

You would have made a killing
if you'd kept it.

JESSICA: Uh-oh.

You know, it sounds to me
as if Wall Street is still in your blood.

What are you planning to do?

I am gonna make it
on Wall Street

if it's the last thing I do,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I mean, I have got
this terrific idea.

Rudy makes
this wonderful bread.

"Heart Smart,"
all natural ingredients.

How does that sound
for a name?

Well, it's got a real ring.

I'm going to incorporate
Rudy's bakery, you know,

issue stock.
I figure, eventually, we could syndicate it.

What do you think?

You know, knowing Norma,

I think that you should
buy some of the stock.

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