All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S01E06.Lovers.and.Other.Killers.WEBRip.x264-ION10

You are much too trusting.

I had nothing to do
with Allison Brevard's death.

Well, I'm relieved to hear that.

It's just unfortunate
you don't have an alibi.

[sirens wailing]

He is blind-jealous
crazy, lieutenant.

He's threatened to kill her
a dozen of times.

He said if he couldn't have her,
nobody would.

You're still my wife, Lila.

Not for long.

I'm sorry about David Tolliver.

I'm not at all sure
that he's guilty.

[sobbing]

You ask a lot of questions.

I'm nosy.

[cheerful orchestral music
playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[rustling]

[dramatic, racing music playing]

[safe lock clicking]

[safe door clicks open]

[suspenseful music playing]

[dialling clicking]

[line ringing]

[Allison] damn it!

[door creaks and shuts]

[scary, suspenseful music]

[winding]

[music box playing]

[winding]

[singing to the tune]

[grunting]

[sighs]

[plane engine whining]

[Edmund]
Amelia, she wasn't on the plane.

You sure there was no call?

No, no, no.
She said very definitely

flight 507 for boston.

There might be someone
with her that she--

Amelia, ignore this call.

Jessica!

[Jessica] Oh! Hand burns.

Hey, how are you my dear?

Oh my goodness.
I thought I'd missed you two.

Well, candy hang got hung up

on the plane and we were
the last ones to get off.

Well, frankly, when you said
you might be bringing

someone with you, I...
[Jessica laughs]

you mean you thought...
oh, Edmund!

No. I was gonna bring Marilyn.
Marilyn Dean, my editor

but the last minute,
she couldn't make it.

-and this is bunny.
-so...

ah. Here you are.

[speaking Chinese]

[speaking Chinese]

[speaking Chinese]

[speaking Chinese]

This is my friend, Dr. Gerard.

[speaking Chinese]

Delighted to meet you.

[speaking Chinese]

[speaking Japanese]

Oh, Edmund. They're chinese,
not japanese.

-oops.
-now, where's my luggage?

Right around this way.

[announcement over PA system]

Jess, I can't tell you
how we appreciate your trouble.

Don't be silly.
I was delighted to be asked.

This is my first
university lecture.

Well, I wasn't sure you'd do it.
You're a very famous person

-these days.
-oh, no, Edmund.

Now, Elizabeth Taylor--
now, that is famous.

Me, I still
have to take a number

at Cooper's bakery,
same as ever.

Same old Jessica.

Hey, watch it with that
"old" business, buster.

Oh, and speaking of
being successful,

it's not many people, you know,

who get to be
the dean of students

at a major university.

[Amelia] A secretary?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
I'd be delighted to help.

Oh, that's very kind, Amelia.

But I really need someone
full time at the hotel.

And it seems to me you've got
your hands full right here.

Ah, paying my bills,

for which I'm
eternally grateful.

Speaking of which,
Dr. Gerard,

did you really order
an inflatable raft

from the white saddle
sporting goods company?

Well, uh, I might want
to go camping someday, hmm?

It's a wonder he keeps
any of his money.

There she goes, Jess,
acting like a wife again.

[melancholic music playing]

I'll post the secretarial job.

One of the grad students
will jump at it, believe me.

[Edmund] Jess,
why don't you forget the hotel

and stay with me?
[Jessica laughs]

[Jessica] Not on your life.
I've got work to do.

Anyway, you and I would spend
every minute

rehashing all those
good old Saturday nights

in the basement
of kappa gamma chi.

Most of which you spent
with Frank, if I remember.

You do know
you chose the wrong one.

It's funny you said that.
You know,

Frank said the same thing.

-did he?
-the man had

a morbid sense of humor.

You do know that she's
in love with you, don't you?

Hmm? What? Who?

Amelia. Your secretary.

Oh, Jessica, don't be silly.
For heaven's sakes.

[car hooters honking]

[knocking on the door]

-yes?
-I'm here from the university.

[David] About the job.

[surprised] Oh. Oh!

David Tolliver, Mrs. Fletcher.
May I come in?

No. I mean, actually, uh...

well, I was expecting, uh...

what? Someone in a skirt?

Oh surely, Mrs. Fletcher,

you're not going to hold
my gender against me?

Well, I'm very sorry
about the hour.

I just wanted
to beat the crowd.

Believe me, Mrs. Fletcher,
they will be lining up

for a chance to work for you.

Well, I'm very flattered,
I'm sure, but, uh--

I suppose you'll be wanting
to see a sample of my skills?

Uh, David.. it is David,
isn't it? Uh, David, look.

It's very, very late,

-and frankly, I--
-would you turn to a page?

Any page.

This is like a card trick.

[David] I don't mind competing,
Mrs. Fletcher,

as long as
I'm given equal footing.

You would be surprised how
prejudiced some people can be.

[David] Although, it's more
noticeable among male employers.

Not that I work
for that many men.

I don't usually get the chance.

Most of the time I end up
working for women.

Wonder why?

Now, the question
I'm most often asked is,

where did I
go to secretarial school.

Well, of course, I didn't.
I'm self-taught.

But I can assure you,
Mrs. Fletcher, I am fast

[typewriter pings]
and I am accurate.

As a matter of fact,
as you can see, I can even talk

and type at the same time.

Top left column.

Well, this is really very,
very good.

But, uh...

really, I've never worked

with a secretary before
of any sex.

And, uh...

believe me, this has nothing
to do with your skills,

but I do think that I would
feel more comfortable

with an older woman.

What are you doing now?

"Well, this really is very good.

But, uh, really,
I've never worked

with a secretary before,
of any sex. And, believe me,

this has nothing to do
with your skills,

but I just would feel
more comfortable

with a younger man."

Oops. Did I get
that last part wrong?

[light orchestral music playing]

Oh, no, no, not at all.

Come tomorrow morning
at 10:00 a.m.

done.

[Jessica] Uh, just one thing...

wouldn't you rather attend
the lectures?

Well, actually, Mrs. Fletcher,
my tastes in literature

run from xxx to hess.

[light music playing]

Good night.

Good night.

[Jessica in male voice]
Murder...

murder you say, Mrs. Darling?

[high-pitched female voice]
Murder, captain.

Plain and simple.

Little nell polthing,
knocked off her trolley,

derailed by the basest
of human emotions,

jealousy.

Half-mad,
half-crazed with grief,

she raised the pistol
to eye level and...

[pistol clicks]
[laughter]

bang. Ooh, does that say "bang"?

[Jessica] Well, it doesn't look
very deadly, does it?

[shy laugh] But then, of course,

little nell wasn't very
deadly either.

Am I right?

Well, of course I'm right.

Because you do remember
what I told you, now don't you?

Little nell was in a wheelchair.

And the victim, that villainous
blackmailer Haskell,

was shot in the temple,

the bullet coming out
of the base of his skull,

a downward trajectory.

Now, Haskell, of course, would
have had to be down on the floor

on his hands and knees
like a puppy dog.

That is, if nell had actually
been sitting in a wheelchair.

Therefore, the killer
has to have been...

all together now...

[scattered responses]

[Jessica] by George,
I think you've got it.

Well, at least some of you.

[bell rings]

[Todd] Mrs. Fletcher,
that was mind-boggling.

Oh, uh, thank you, uh...

I'm Todd Lowery. I'm with
the english department.

I thought you looked
a little too professorial

to be a student.

Just wanted you to know that
my wife and I are both fans.

Especially Emily,
and she's very tough to fool.

Well, I guess I'll just
have to try harder.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

I can't wait until tomorrow.

Congratulations, Jess.

[Edmund] It was a triumph.
[Jessica] Ah, thank you.

Uh, do you suppose
that cute little number was Emily?

-who?
-his wife.

Whose wife?

Oh, forget it. How about
that dinner invitation?

Oh, I'm sorry,
I have to beg off tonight.

Faculty meeting. Tomorrow,
I promise, absolutely.

I'm gonna hold you to it.

[door clicks shut]

At 5.60 an hour,

your reading habits
are expensive, David.

Oh, I took myself
off the clock hours ago.

-the work's all done.
-oh.

Ah, that's very nice.
[David] Thanks.

Well, since it's nearly 7:00,
how about dinner?

Oh, I don't think
my digestive tract

could handle pizza and beer,

or whatever it is
you young people eat these days.

Pizza and beer.

Well, tonight's
a special occasion,

so how about
a chateaubriand for two?

Are you sure
you can afford it?

No, but you can.

[relaxing piano music playing]

You know, I, I feel as if
everybody's staring at me.

No, they're staring at me
with envy in their hearts.

That is not only transparent,
David, it's corny.

Only the words,
not the thought.

Jessica, I just don't enjoy
the company

of my bubble-headed
female contemporaries.

But I do enjoy yours.

I can't remember when
I've had such a good time.

-thanks.
-no, no. No,

-that's mine.
-no. I was only joking.

Starving students
shouldn't joke about money

with successful writers.

All right, thank you.

But remember, I never
claimed to be starving.

Thanks.

You know, that's a very
nice car you drive.

Oh. Reflection of the man.

[Andrews] David Tolliver?
Yes.

Lieutenant Andrews,
seattle P.D.

would you mind accompanying us
down to headquarters?

There are a few questions
we'd like to ask.

Yes, I would mind.
Questions about what?

Several nights ago, a woman
by the name of Allison Brevard

was murdered by an intruder
in her townhouse.

[dramatic music playing]

[Andrews] Now, would you like
to come with us,

or would you prefer
that I place you under arrest?

Well, it was just routine.

Oh, David,

two hours is not normal,
routine questioning.

They're talking to everyone
who even knew Allison Brevard.

-well...
-I think I was number 48

on a list of 50.

Apparently,
she surprised some burglar.

Must've put up a struggle.

Police said they found
black wool threads

under her fingernails.
Probably from his sweater.

[sinister music playing]

Believe me, Jessica.

It's nothing
to be concerned about.

[inaudible speech]

Is there a chance
you're looking for me?

Oh. Oh, yes.
As a matter of fact, I am.

They told me
at the precinct house

-I'd find you here.
-oh yeah.

Bagel, black coffee
and my sports page.

It's, uh, Mrs., uh, "Felser"?

-Uh, Fletcher.
-Fletcher.

David said
the questioning last night

was merely routine.

-he said that? Ha!
-of course it wasn't.

If you put a surveillance
on every casual suspect,

you'd soon run out of those
black unmarked cars,

wouldn't you, lieutenant?

You look like a nice lady.

Let me give you
a piece of advice.

Stay away from that guy.

I'm sorry,
you'll have to be clearer.

I admit he's
a nice-looking guy,

and I'm sure
for a woman like you,

that that kind of attention
is very flattering.

Just a moment.
You think that David and I...

I've been in the city
for two days,

and I hired that young man
as a secretary.

I hardly know him.

But notwithstanding,

I still don't think
that he is a killer.

Maybe he's not.

We're not even sure
it was a burglary.

Not a real one.

Maybe it was a setup
to make it look like one.

And maybe Tolliver
was waiting for her,

not to rob her, but...

well, I suppose
that you have evidence

to support all these maybes.

Look, he had been seeing
the victim for several months.

-but what does that prove?
-what I mean by "seeing"...

I know what you mean,
lieutenant.

She gave him money, gifts,
including that fancy car.

Well, even if that's true,
why would he want to kill her?

Maybe she was trying
to break it off.

Maybe he got tired
of playing up to her.

How do I know?

[Andrews] Guys like that play
by their own rules, Mrs. Fletcher.

[car engine starts]

[light music playing]

[door clicks shut]

[dramatic music plays]

[David] Hi.

Oh, I thought
I heard you come in.

What are you doing here?

-just putting in my contacts.
-I mean, how did you get in?

Oh, the maid let me in.
She knew I was workin' for you.

I, I was just about to dig in.

David, were you
going through my briefcase?

Of course not.

But one of the latches
is open.

Really? Well, it wasn't me.

[David] Want to get started?

I think we'd better skip today.

Well, that sounds
strangely like a dismissal.

Of course. You've been
talking to the police.

And now you think...

Jessica, I, swear to you,
I, I didn't harm that woman.

But you knew her.

Mrs. Brevard was a frightened
and lonely woman.

A few months ago, we were
involved in an auto accident.

She was drunk; it was her fault.
I was parked at the curb.

She couldn't even think
straight,

so I drove her home in her car.
Mine was totaled.

And when we got there,
she wrote out a check.

God's truth. To pay
for a brand-new car.

She didn't want
the insurance people

or the police notified.

Later, I, I found out she had
quite a record of accidents.

David, it's not necessary to--

no! I have a right to tell you.

Jessica, Allison Brevard
was delightful.

When she was sober, which
I'll admit was not very often.

We had dinner a few times,
and that was the extent of it.

[Jessica] Lt. Andrews
said she gave you money.

She lent me $450.

My final tuition payment
was due, and I was strapped.

I paid it back three weeks ago.

I still think
we should skip today.

[sinister music playing]

Whatever you like.

[David] Tomorrow?
I'm not sure.

Shall I call first?
[Jessica] Yes.

Okay.

David, please, never let
yourself in like that again.

Word of honor.

[Edmund] Murder, Jess.
It's unbelievable.

Don't prejudge him, Edmund.

There's no evidence to link
David to that woman's death.

Spoken like
a true champion of justice.

Oh, don't be snide.

Don't you think he's just
a little old to be mothered?

Or something else?
[Jessica clears throat]

You're letting your
imagination run rampant

in the wrong direction.

I hope so.

[Edmund] Todd Lowery says
you should copyright your seminar

-and take it on the road.
-never. Once is enough.

[Amelia] Oh, excuse me,
Dr. Gerard?

Dr. Gerard, Mrs. Fletcher.

Sir, I know the police
have been to see you.

I want to assure you

I had nothing to do
with Allison Brevard's death.

Well, I'm relieved to hear that.
It's just unfortunate

you don't have an alibi

-for that evening.
-I was home alone

studying the entire night.

If, if only there were some way
to convince you, both of you.

All I'm asking for
is the benefit of the doubt.

Well, you have it,
as far as I'm concerned.

And after the lecture,

I'm going to put in
a long evening writing.

So tomorrow, you're going
to have scads of typing.

-thanks. What? 10:00?
-yeah.

I'll be there.

-Jessica, that's a mistake.
-oh, Edmund, really.

I mean, obviously the boy
is something of a con man,

and-- and perhaps he's a liar.

-but a killer? I don't think so.
-you are far too trusting.

Now, supposing
he had killed that woman.

Don't you think that
he would have set himself up

with some sort of an alibi?

Yes, of course; that would be
the obvious thing to do.

[lively music playing]

[Lila] look, you don't know me,

but I'm a friend
of David Tolliver's,

and I can prove
he didn't kill that woman.

Who is this?

[Lila over phone] Well,
my name's not important.

Well, it is to me
if I'm going to--

[Lila] hey, lady,
just shut up and listen.

I'm taking a hell of a chance
just making this call.

We have to meet.

Well, you know
where I'm staying.

There's an abandoned warehouse
down by the docks.

Number 33. I'll meet you there
at 10:00 tonight.

Look, whoever you are,

I have no intention
of meeting you anywhere.

Jack.

[Jack] Who were you talkin' to?
None of your business.

-that guy, right?
-no, not that guy.

Get out of my way.

-Come on, Jack!
-You're still my wife, Lila.

Not for long.

Come on, honey, this is crazy.

I love you.

Well, whatever,
whatever's gone wrong,

we can work it out, okay?

Come on,
just give it a chance.

Look, Jack, it just didn't
happen for us, all right?

So just let it be. We agreed.

I didn't agree to anything.

Jack, you're hurting me-.

No, Lila,
I'm not letting you go.

You're hurting me, Jack. Let go!

[crickets chirping]

[dog barking in the distance]

[suspenseful music playing]

[car engine starting]

Hello?

Is anybody there?

[squeaking]

[woman groans]

[dramatic music playing]

[gasping for air]

[indistinct talking
over police radio]

Lou, pick up Tolliver.

I want to know where he's been
the last couple of hours.

Here you are.

Are you sure you didn't see
or hear anything?

No.

So this so-called proof
that the girl had,

that Tolliver couldn't have
killed the Brevard woman, was--

she never had a chance
to tell me.

You know this was stupid.

Why didn't you call me?

If I had, she might not
have been willing to talk.

Uh, excuse me, lieutenant,

but if you're suggesting
that David killed her,

wouldn't that have been
awfully stupid?

I mean,
to kill off his own alibi?

That is what you're thinking,
isn't it?

No, ma'am, what I'm thinking

is that we're dealing
with a very clever young man

who wanted us to think
that he had an alibi,

eliminated the girl,

and then she couldn't
say anything either way.

Cal, I just checked
the surveillance team

at Tolliver's apartment.

They say he's been home
all evening.

Never left,
and he's still there.

I told her not to call you.

I told her
it could be dangerous.

-dangerous why?
-because of her husband.

She and Jack are separated,

and he's been hounding her
for weeks.

David, she said
that she had proof

that you couldn't possibly
have killed Allison Brevard.

We'd been seeing each other
off and on.

It was, it was finally
turning into something,

and that's why all this talk
about Allison Brevard

is so much nonsense.

[David sighs]
The night Allison died,

Lila and I were together
the entire night.

Why didn't she tell me?

Because Jack Schroeder is crazy.

He is blind-jealous crazy,
lieutenant.

He's threatened to kill her
a dozen times.

He said if he couldn't have her,
nobody would.

[distant chattering]

Good morning, Amelia.

Good morning, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sorry.
Dean Gerard isn't in just now.

Oh.

[Amelia] I'll tell him
you dropped by.

Amelia, despite what
you may think, I'm not a rival.

Pardon me?

Edmund and I are dear friends.
Nothing more, believe me.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
you misjudge me, really.

Oh, Amelia, for heaven's sakes.

Only a blind person
would misread your feelings

for Edmund, who, it seems,

is in desperate need
of a very good optometrist.

[Jessica] That's better.

Now, do let me be an ally,

because I'm certainly
not an enemy.

[melancholic music playing]
I loved Gwen.

I really did.
And she was good for him.

And then, when she died, I--

you know, all he needs
is a little nudge.

Not from me. From you.

Well, I'm working
myself up to it.

Uh, uh, Jessica...

I'm sorry about David Tolliver.

I've always liked him.

Oh, don't write him off
just yet.

Frankly, I'm not at all sure
that he's guilty.

You'd be Mrs. Fletcher,
the murder lady.

I've never heard it put
quite like that before.

Well, if you're thinking
of ripping off Lila's death

for your next book, forget it.

She's dead.
Let her rest in peace.

You seem more upset by me
than you are by your wife's death,

-Mr. Schroeder.
-Life goes on.

-you did threaten to kill her.
-yeah.

I also threatened
to win a gold medal

at the last olympics.
I didn't even make the team.

-I'm real bad at follow-through.
-you're a real bad liar too.

I believe you loved
your wife very much.

[scoffs]

So did a lot of other guys.

Those other guys, I suppose
you mean David Tolliver.

Who?

Oh, the grad student.
Pretty guy. Smiles a lot.

No, not him.
They were just friends.

Are you sure?
[Jack] Yeah, positive.

He wasn't the real problem.

Then who was, Professor Lowery?

You ask a lot of questions.

I'm nosy.

Say, Mrs. Fletcher, isn't it
about time you were in class?

Oh, for heaven's sakes!

[Jessica]
Oh, I am very sorry to be late.

Do please forgive me.

[exhales with relief]

Ah, let me see, today's lecture.

Uh, this afternoon,

I'd, I'd like to try
something a little different.

Suppose today we put ourselves
in the shoes of the murderer.

How does he think?
How does he act?

A hypothesis:

a young woman is married

to a very violent
and jealous young man.

She longs for love
and affection,

and he is unable to provide it.

Therefore,
she searches for it elsewhere.

A perfect recipe
for a murder of passion.

The young woman
is discovered dead,

and of course, the, uh,
list of suspects is legion.

First problem?

-check out alibis.
-no.

You're thinking
like a policeman.

Now, we are setting up a murder.
We're not solving it.

-uh-huh?
-create the alibis.

Uh, wrong again.
No, writers create alibis.

But so does a killer.

Yes, he creates his own,

but if he's going to throw
suspicion elsewhere,

he has to be aware of what all
the other suspects are up to.

He has to time the killing
for maximum effectiveness.

He has to choose a day,
a weekday, say, 10:00.

He knows that "a"
will have an alibi,

that "b" won't.

He knows that "c"'s alibi

is such
that he's unable to reveal it

and that "d"'s alibi

is so suspect
that it would be worthless.

Uh, the obvious suspect.

Uh, Professor Lowery,
who would you say?

-her husband, naturally.
-why?

Because you haven't
yet identified

"a," "b," "c," or "d."

Fair enough. Well,
let's take "a," for instance.

Uh, he's a young man,
possibly a college professor.

Uh, he is, uh, secretly
in love with the victim,

but he has a major problem:
he's married.

Is he? Perhaps not.
[intriguing music playing]

Would you say that she knows
about the relationship?

I'd say no.

[Jessica] Well,
that's a good thing.

Because, if she did,
we'd have to add her

to the long list of suspects.

And we wouldn't want to do that,
would we, professor?

It's your scenario,
Mrs. Fletcher.

[Jessica] Oh, come,
come, professor.

It's a little give and take.

Tell me about, uh...
tell me about his alibi

for the time
of the woman's death.

Uh, why don't you
ask someone else?

Well, I'm asking you.

Well, I suppose, uh, he would
have been with his wife.

-would she swear to that?
-yes.

Would she lie for him?

I said, would she lie for him?

I don't know. She might.

[light music playing]

[David's voice] "Jessica,
I had to go out.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

You had a call
from Professor Lowery.

He wants to meet you at his
office at 9:00 this evening.

Says it's urgent
and confidential.

Regards, David."

[suspenseful music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[groaning]

[David] Mrs. Fletcher!

Mrs. Fletcher?

[Jessica] David?

[groans]

[siren wailing]

Oh, David.

It's all right, Jess.
You're gonna be fine.

-how is it you--
-shh.

While I was out,
I, I heard about your thing

with Lowery at the seminar.

By the time I got back
to the hotel,

you'd already gone.

I was just running in the door
when I heard you scream.

Did you see who it was?

I didn't see anyone.

Jessica, I am sorry.
It was my fault.

I should've stayed.
I should've gone there with you.

[door clicks open]

Jessica, are you all right?

-yes, I, I'm fine.
-what happened?

Someone attacked her
on the third floor

-of the english building.
-someone?

[Edmund] Why don't you
stop lying?

I think we know
who was responsible.

Well, Dr. Gerard,
it, it wasn't me, I swear.

[Edmund] Swear what,
that you're telling the truth?

Just the way
you were telling the truth

when you said Lila was with you
the night Allison Brevard died?

Well, she was with me.

No, young man,
she was not with you,

because that night,
she was with me.

[dramatic music playing]

[bright music playing]

Yes, yes, I understand.

No, I'll tell her.

Thanks very much,
lieutenant. Good-bye.

Well, David has admitted
paying Lila to phone you,

set up the meeting, and then lie
to provide him with an alibi.

Jess, I want to tell you
about Lila.

-This coffee is cold.
-Jess.

Look, Edmund, whatever happened
between you and Lila

is your business, not mine.

[waiter] Will there be anything else, Sir?

Uh, a little more coffee
for the lady,

and then bring me a check,
if you will.

Not that much happened, Jess.

A few months ago, she came
to me looking for a job.

Todd Lowery needed
a teaching assistant.

I put her in touch.

[Edmund] An affair started.

It didn't last because Lila
wanted to get out of it,

but Todd wouldn't let her.

He's more subtle
than her husband, Jack,

but I think
perhaps just as dangerous.

At any rate, she came back
to me, begging my help.

We... we met a few times,
first in my office,

then later at a little
out-of-the-way place

out of town. The lumberjack inn,
not exactly a campus hangout.

-Edmund, there's no need--
-yes, there is a need.

I admit I was attracted to her.

I was lonely. She was young,
very vital. It happens.

But the important thing is,

the night
the Brevard woman died,

Lila and I were at the inn
until almost midnight.

I remember it specifically
because on the way home,

we were nearly run off the road
by a speeding car.

-what?
-yes.

Lila tried to pass it off
as a drunk driver,

but I don't think so.

It's almost
as though the driver

were trying to,
to threaten us, to warn us.

What kind of car?

I don't know.

Dark color. Blue, black.
I, I don't remember.

Edmund, who knew
you were with Lila?

[Edmund] No one.

Could someone
have followed you?

No, not a chance.

She was so terrified
of her husband,

she was always looking back

to make sure
we weren't being followed.

[Edmund] Jessica,
I know I acted foolishly,

but I think it did serve
one useful purpose.

It's exposed that young man

for the liar
and the killer that he is.

Are you so sure?

Yes, and if we were
talking about anyone else

but David Tolliver,
you would be too.

[Todd] Class dismissed.

-Hello, Professor Lowery.
-Mrs. Fletcher.

I heard about last night.
Are you all right?

Oh, yes.
I'm much better, thank you.

Look, I hope you realize
that I had nothing to do

-with that telephone call.
-oh, I'm sure not.

It would have been
terribly stupid.

Look,
about yesterday afternoon, I--

oh, look, I, I, I really feel
a little embarrassed

-about all that.
-well, don't be.

Your little charade
knocked some sense into me.

I realized
how ridiculous I've been.

I was up all night
talking with my wife about it,

and she's a terrific gal,

and anyway, we're gonna go away,
just the two of us, next week

and try to put everything
back together again.

I am so glad.

-good-bye. And good luck.
-thanks. I wish you the same.

Oh, oh! I almost forgot.
On my way over in the taxi,

I saw a student
nick the fender of your car.

-what?
-I couldn't get his license.

What are you talking about?

Well, that is your car
out there, isn't it,

the, uh, blue sedan?

No, no. My wife
dropped me off this morning.

She's out shopping for the trip.

Anyway, we drive
a yellow station wagon.

Well, it must belong
to somebody else.

A stupid mistake
on my part. Good-bye.

[light music playing]

[Andrews] Mrs. Fletcher!

Good morning, lieutenant.

I've been looking
all over for you.

I thought you might like to know
your friend has been released.

-David?
-burglary division

got some leads on the jewels

that were stolen
from the Brevard woman.

They backtracked
to a fence who led them

to a three-time loser who
was on parole.

He gave a complete confession.

-hmm. To the murder?
-to the murder.

-I thought you'd be relieved.
-oh, oh, I am.

It's just that, uh,
well, we're still no closer

to the killer
of Lila Schroeder, are we?

[light music playing]

[Jessica]
What are you doing here?

I was waiting for you.
I, I wanted to thank you.

I thought I told you
never to let yourself in

when I'm not here.

Jessica, I'm sorry.
I, I forgot.

Will you please forgive me?

For what? For lying?

For bribing that poor,
unfortunate girl to lie for you?

For shoving me
down a flight of stairs?

-that wasn't me.
-no?

Oh, can I have
your word for that too?

I asked Lila to meet you,
because I didn't want you

to have any doubts about me.

[Jessica] Well, I do have
my doubts, David,

quite a few of them,

beginning with that
so-called telephone call

from Professor Lowery.

That call did come in.

[David] Jessica, it's the truth.
The person called,

asked me to take a message,
said it was urgent.

Wait a minute.
Uh, say that again.

He, he asked me
to take a message.

No, no, no, no. No.

You, you, you said
a person said it was Lowery.

I wouldn't know his voice.
I, I don't know him.

You said "a person," David.

Not "him," no, no.
Not "he," but a "person."

[Jessica] Why?
I don't know. Because--

because?

Well, I'm, I'm not exactly sure.

I, I, I keep thinking back
about the voice.

It was, uh...
muffled, a whisper, forced.

Forced.

Yeah.

[Edmund] Edmund?
Jessica?

Amelia, where is he?
I've got to talk with him.

What is it?
What's the matter?

I've just come from a meeting

with that, that dimwitted
Lieutenant Andrews.

He's gone to a judge
to get a warrant.

-what are you talking about?
-Edmund is about to be arrested

for the murder
of Lila Schroeder.

-no.
-I'm afraid, yes.

He has no alibi
for the time of Lila's death.

Alibi?

Well, why should he?
He hardly knew her.

Oh, Amelia,
I'm sure you must have known.

Edmund's been seeing her
secretly

for the past couple of months.

Dr. Gerard and that girl?

His car was spotted
outside the warehouse

at the time of Lila's killing.

His car? No!

A late model dark blue sedan?

Oh, Jessica,
for heaven's sake!

It's a, a common car!

I mean, there are a thousand
like it in this city.

I drive a dark blue car.

Amelia, I know how you feel,

and I feel just as shocked
as you are.

But lieutenant Andrews
is seeing a waiter

from the lumberjack inn.

-where?
-the lumberjack inn.

You know, it's a small place
just out of town.

Edmund and Lila
had met there several times

during the past few months.
I'm sure you know it.

Uh, no. No, I don't.

-of course you do.
-but I don't.

Why would I lie?

Yes, why would you lie?

Because you are lying.

I'm sorry,
I, I just don't understand--

two weeks ago, you drove out
to the lumberjack inn

because you wanted
to spy on him.

You drove your blue car
recklessly close to Edmund

because you wanted
to frighten him.

You wanted to scare him
away from Lila.

Jessica, rea-- honestly,

[stutters] I've never
even heard of the place.

I think you have.

You pay Edmund's, uh,
credit card bills, don't you?

Isn't that what you were doing
the first time I met you?

You made a fuss about
some purchase that he'd made.

You're the only one who could
have known about that place.

And it was also you
who called my hotel room

and disguised your voice
and lured me to Lowery's office

so that you could,
what, kill me?

[melancholic music playing]

No, I--

I wanted to frighten you,
that's all.

[Amelia] That's why
I dressed in black,

to make you think it was David.

The police were satisfied
that David was guilty,

and you just wouldn't
let it alone.

I went to see Lila
Tuesday evening...

to confront her.

As I pulled up,
she was just leaving.

Her actions
seemed strange, so I...

I followed her. I wanted
to see what she was up to.

I was afraid she might have
been meeting Edmund.

I followed her
into the... warehouse.

She saw me.

She knew why I was there.

She laughed.

She threatened to tell Edmund.

And I just lost my temper.

[Amelia sobs] I reached
for the longshoreman's hook,

and I just lashed at her!

I ran! I r--

Amelia, for god's sake... why?

Because I love you.

-I had no idea.
-no.

None at all.

Even after all these years,
even after Gwen died.

[Amelia whispers] And then...

when you started up with--

Amelia, Lila didn't
mean anything to me.

That was a passing thing.
I could have handled it.

Are you sure?

[airplane engine whizzing]

[silly voice] Can I interest you
in a slightly overstuffed bear?

Hello David.

I phoned the hotel.

I wasn't gonna let you get away
without a proper thank you.

For what?

Without you, I might have been
convicted of murder.

I doubt that.

Jessica, can we stop being
merely polite with each other?

I think you know by now
how I feel about you.

No, I don't,
nor do I want to.

That I'm enormously
attracted to you.

The way you were attracted
to Allison Brevard?

Look, I didn't lie to you.

I can't explain it, but I find
myself drawn to mature women,

particularly
if they're bright and funny.

David, I think this
conversation has come to an end.

Why? Because you can't
or won't open up to me?

Or maybe you think I am lying.

David, I've got a plane
to catch.

You know, the only thing
I'm guilty of is caring.

And I do care, very much.

[melancholic music playing]

Even casual acquaintances
find a way to say good-bye.

Good-bye, David.
And I do wish you well.

[David] And I you.

You know,
I was enjoying the writing.

Send me a copy of the book
when it's finished?

I may do better.

You may end up
being a character.

What would I be,
a victim, a suspect, killer?

I don't know.

I haven't made up my mind yet.

[unsettling music playing]