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[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Are you crazy? You expect me

to smuggle this into Egypt?

Put it in your hand luggage.

That would be
less than honest.

Our concern is what

the Cairo police
are going to have say.

A simple omission

is frequently tantamount
to a lie.

Think of it as an investment
in our future.

Your wife becomes
the only collateral you have.

That man gives me
the shivers.

He's a former
CIA operative.

Don't move.

You'll get a free
tracheotomy.

I'm Mr. Grimes' mother.

I put me on the line, Rudy.
You understand that? My body.

You'll be lucky to get
out of Cairo with your skin.

The police have implicated
two friends of mine

in serious crimes.

[shouting]

[cheerful orchestral music playing]

Sherif, I'm looking
at the reports.

Carbon dating puts it
over 4,000 years old.

This is the original
Nefertari bust from Medina.

I bet my life on it.

[man] Thank God!
This is wonderful news.

How quickly can you get it here?

What are you talking about?
Are you crazy?

You expect me to smuggle this into Egypt?

Miss Otterburn,
I have no intention

of entrusting a $10 million artifact
to the mail service.

I've told you
what's in it for you.

Put it in
your hand luggage.

The museum has carte blanche
with the custom service,

and I'll have
an affidavit for you

verifying that
it's only a replica.

I'll take it
off your hands at the airport.

And what excuse
am I supposed to use

for dropping everything
and hopping a plane to Cairo?

That persistent woman
on the board of your museum--

What's her name? Fletcher.
She seems most anxious

to finalize
the exchange exhibition

between the Museum of Cultural History
in New York and us here.

Tell her
I've agreed to it.

But under no circumstances
let her know what you're carrying.

It'll take me a month
to get this together.

Good Lord, no.
A week, at the latest,

or I could find myself
in great difficulty.

[line ringing]

-Hello?
-We hit pay dirt.

The one here in Cairo
is a fake.

The real thing just
turned up in New York.

And you can get
your hands on it?

Shouldn't be
very difficult at all.

Excellent, Rudy,
excellent.

Listen, I've gotta run.
Why don't we meet tomorrow?

We'll finalize
the details, all right?

-I'll call you.
-Right, great, thanks.

Rudy Grimes. He thinks
he can make a deal

on the Broodmare
I told you about.

Oh, that's wonderful,
Bradford.

How much
will you need?

Three hundred thousand,

I can manage it,
I suppose.

Do me up, will you?

This one's a winner,
darling.

And a bargain.

Bloodlines going all the way
back to secretariat.

Think of it as an
investment in our future.

Wouldn't want me
to spend my entire life

coming to you for
handouts, would you?

Have I ever complained?

[woman speaking over PA]

I can't believe
Faris is not here.

Oh, I'm sure he'll
turn up, Sally.

After all, you said
he was very enthusiastic

about our
exchange agreement.

Oh, there's our driver.

Salaamu alaykum.

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

Uh, I think you'd better tell Naser

that my Arabic is still somewhat limited.

Not to worry. I speak English

and I'm a very safe driver.

For two years, I have driven
a cab in Manhattan.

Really? A New York taxi driver?

Yes!

Ah.

Oh, I think those are our suitcases.

-Right there.
-I will get them.

This one,
and that one.

Hey! Stop it!

[shouting in Arabic]

[Jessica] For Pete's sake!

I'm terribly sorry.
I allowed him to get away.

Oh, well,
it wasn't your fault.

I mean, why would anybody
want my carry-on bag?

I'll go get
security.

Where on earth
is Faris?

-You all right?
-I am fine. Thank you.

Of course it's not
an inconvenient time, minister,

but if you had
called earlier,

I would have arranged
for a luncheon.

That is very kind,
Sherif,

but I find my little
surprise visits

give me a more
candid view

of my museum director's
management capabilities.

-Hello?
[Sally] Mr. Faris?

Our American guests.

Oh, hello, miss Otterburn.
Welcome to Egypt.

Some welcome!
I'm barely off the plane,

and somebody tries
to steal you-know-what.

Why the hell
aren't you here?

Oh. Yes, yes.

The Nile can be
lovely at this time of the year.

I'm sorry I wasn't
able to meet you at the airport,

but the minister of antiquities
had some urgent business.

He's here with me right now,
as a matter of fact.

Look, obviously
somebody knows

I have your
little statuette

and he's going
to try again.

I'm gonna bring it over
to the museum now.

Please, that really
won't be necessary.

I will call you
at your hotel.

All right.

We are appraising
the authenticity

of everything
in all our museums,

from Aswan to Alexandria.

Naturally, I'll be happy
to help in any way I can.

I am sure that
you will, Sherif,

just as I am sure that you,
of all my curators,

have nothing to conceal.

Pardon, mesdames.
Inspector Halim, Cairo police.

Oh, yes. How do
you do, inspector?

And you, I believe,
are that author...

uh, P.D. James?

-No. J.B. Fletcher.
[laughs]

I just got in from Luxor.
Security informed me

that one of your bags
has been stolen.

Yes.

This type of crime
is unusual in Egypt.

Can you describe
the thief?

Oh, yes, I can.

He appeared to be
a Westerner,

caucasian, 6'1",
about 175 pounds.

Dark Brown jacket
and khaki pants.

Interesting.
Uh, and your bag?

Did it contain
any valuables?

Mostly paperwork,
but very important to my trip here.

I mean, it took a great
deal of work to prepare.

Mrs. Fletcher and I are here
to arrange for a transfer

of artifacts
from the Cairo museum.

I was under the impression
the industrial nations

had given up ransacking
the treasures of the ancient world.

Well, it's a temporary
exchange exhibition, inspector,

with our museum
in New York.

And, as your half
of the bargain,

you'll loan us
Mickey Mouse?

I'd prefer you return
the Rosetta Stone.

Well, then you'd better
speak to the English,

because I'm sure you're aware
it's in the British museum.

Forgive me,
Mrs. Fletcher. To atone,

I shall make certain
that your police report

doesn't get lost in the
usual bureaucratic maze.

I would certainly hope so,
inspector. Thank you.

[man] What the hell do you
mean, the wrong bag?

You said this would be
a simple interception.

Get off my case.
These things happen.

You should've moved
when I told you to.

It was just sitting
there in New York.

It was on a plane

before I could mount
an operation.

Listen,
worst-case scenario--

Stop. Stop.
Save the buzzwords, all right?

You're not in
the CIA anymore.

You've got just as much
at stake as I do.

Just get the damn thing,
whatever it takes.

Well, are we talking
about a Broodmare,

or possibly a pork belly?

Vanessa, you're back.

Mr. Grimes, is it?

Mrs. Thorpe.

I'll call you as soon as
those papers come through.

Right.

Bradford....

be a dear, pour me a scotch
and soda, will you?

This city gets
in my throat.

Rudy figures we'll have
the deal on the Mare

made by the end
of the week.

Really?

Still, I think
you should choose

your business partners
more carefully.

You mean Grimes?

You know something
I don't?

Just intuition,
darling.

I wouldn't trust
Rudy Grimes

to give me change
for a dollar.

[Jessica] And in addition,
I'll need copies

-of all the insurance endorsements.
-Right, but he's not in right now.

Yes, but we do
need to talk.

-I mean, could I reach him later?
-He'll be in about 11.

-11:00 a.m. New York time?
-Yes.

That-that's in two-two hours, right?

-Uh-huh.
-Thank you, Ruth.

Well, at this rate,
it'll take a week

to replace our papers,
a week I don't have.

Jessica, this is my friend
Boyd Venton.

-It's a pleasure to meet you, Boyd.
-Pleasure to meet you.

Now, if you're wondering
why Sally has lured you

into a half-finished hotel

instead of something
plushier...

Well, she told me that
you're giving our museum

a price break,
and we're very grateful.

Here's your room key,
Mrs. Fletcher. 307.

The elevator's that way,
to the left.

Thank you.

Thank you, Naser.

Sally, dear, I'll make the rest
of my calls from the room.

I'll see you later.

Welcome back, Sal.

This old place
has come a long way.

I'm surprised you
decided to come back,

let alone stay here.

Hmm. I know
that you can use

every guest
you can get.

Oh, very nice.

Oh, no, no, no,
madam.

I was wondering if
I might have a moment

of your valuable time.

Well, Naser,
after you risked

a broken nose
to help save my bag,

how can I say no?

It is my fiancee, Tasnin.

She is a US citizen
and lives in New Jersey.

That has to be difficult,
thousands of miles apart.

When are you planning
to get married?

That is the problem.

When I was
in America before,

I did not have
the work visa.

I had to return
to Cairo to apply for a green card.

That was many
months ago.

But surely,
when you get married,

that makes you eligible
for residency.

Yes, but I do not
want to sneak in again illegally.

Then I may never
get the green card.

It's a bit of a
catch-22, isn't it?

It gets worse. Now I hear
my cousin Abdullah

is courting Tasnin.

[sighs] I know
you are a famous lady

in America, and...

Well, Naser...

look, I can't make
any promises, but...

well, I do have
a friend in Washington

who may be able to see
that your application

gets to the right desk.

You will do this for me?

Thank you
a thousand times!

And the blessings
of Allah be upon you.

My colleagues say
I made a mistake trusting you.

It's only because
of your wife's considerable assets,

which they regard
as collateral

against our
generous advances.

I told you, I can't
get at Vanessa's money.

Exactly. If you can't,
neither can we.

In which case,
your wife becomes

the only collateral
you have.

Vanessa?
No, you wouldn't.

Without the Nefertari,
you have nothing, Mr. Thorpe.

Without Mrs. Thorpe,
you have less than nothing.

I want it
by midnight tomorrow,

or we'll foreclose.

Then you'll have it.

It's gonna happen,
believe me.

Good-bye, then,
Mr. Thorpe.

[Sally] Look, I must speak
to Mr. Faris now.

I'm sorry, miss Otterburn.
He left the building

with the minister
of antiquities.

I don't know
when he'll be back.

Wonderful.

Damn.

[chattering]

[giggles] Aren't we jumpy today?

-Hell yes.
-Ha ha!

I've gotta be
back at the store in 20 minutes.

What's this
all about?

Well, you're not gonna need
that job anymore, Laura.

-Airline tickets?
-Mm-hmm. Rome.

9:00 tomorrow night,
we're out of here.

It's the big score
that I promised you.

It's coming through
for us, Laura.

Huh? Hey, sweetheart,
what gives?

It's a little sudden,
that's all.

I mean, to just
scoot off to Rome?

I need some time.

What's to think about?

You and Vanessa,
for one.

It hasn't been
that long for us, you know?

Maybe I shouldn't
have thrown it at you like this.

My mind's made up.
Vanessa's history.

You'd really do that
for me, wouldn't you?

Oh, yeah.

Look, I've got
to get back.

We'll talk
tomorrow, okay?

[shower running]

[shower stops]

And there you go.

Now you've got something
to read by, at least.

Great.

I don't know what Sally
has told you about us.

Just that you'd met

when she was interning
at the Cairo museum.

We got very serious,

but when it came time
for her to leave...

I don't know, we got
our signals crossed.

Her goals were in New York,
and yours were here.

Oh, no! God!

Stop him!

[Jessica] Sally,
what's the matter?

What is it?

Someone was in my room,
he took my bag.

It was the same man
who stole my bag at the airport.

What's going on, Sally?
What did he take?

The Medina Nefertari.
It's gone.

The Medina Nefertari

was part of the
Alfred Worthington bequest

to the museum
of cultural history.

But as I remember, that piece
was listed as a Victorian copy.

Except when I
examined it,

I had a suspicion
that it went back much further.

I ran tests.

The bust was over
4,000 years old.

Faris finally
confessed that the original

had been stolen
over two years ago.

It's becoming obvious
to me, Sally,

that this sudden rush-rush
exchange program with our museum

and the need for our presence,
they were just an excuse

for you to hand-carry
the Nefertari back to Cairo.

It was Faris' idea.

We'd get our first
world-class exhibit.

And you'd receive the
fellowship at Cairo University,

and the eventual
assistant curatorship here

that you told me about,
right?

You really wanted
to come back?

[knock on door]

-Mrs. Fletcher.
-Mr. Faris.

I'd hoped that we'd find
miss Otterburn here.

You're about
ten minutes late, Sherif.

The Nefertari's gone.

How could you have
allowed this to occur?

[Jessica] Look, I don't think
this is the time

for recriminations,
Mr. Faris.

At the moment, our concern

is what the Cairo police
are going to have to say.

Please! No police,
Mrs. Fletcher!

The authorities will
inevitably believe

that I had something to do
with the original theft.

In which case,
I shall hardly be in a position

to approve
the exchange.

Well, I assure you that
that's the farthest thing

from my mind right now.

Furthermore,
I don't appreciate

being enticed halfway
across the world

as a cover
for your duplicity.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I'm not a vengeful man,

but if I'm arrested,
there will be no way

I can avoid implicating
miss Otterburn.

You mean you'd let
Sally take the blame?

No, Boyd, please.

[sighs]
Under the circumstances,

I think you can see
it serves all our purposes

if the police are not
brought in at this time.

All right,
for Sally's sake, no police.

Well, for now, at least.

[classical music playing]

[Sally] Oh, this is
just great, Jessica.

Celebrating an exchange
that's never going to happen.

Well, chin up, Sally.

And don't talk
to any strangers.

[man] Sally!
-Excuse me.

There's something
thoroughly barbaric about him,

don't you think?

Well, Mrs. Thorpe.

He doesn't strike me
as Pharaoh material.

Well, I'm afraid history
would disagree with you.

Under the Narmer dynasties,

there was the beginning
of writing,

the unification of Egypt--

I stand humbly corrected.

Is Mr. Thorpe with you?

More or less.

I must congratulate
you, Jessica.

Putting together that
museum in New York

from such a decrepit
department store.

You mean, since we last
crossed swords?

Well, it was
either the museum

or allowing
your people to destroy

a perfectly
glorious landmark

to make way for
a parking structure.

We must get together
while you're here.

I keep telling Bradford,
it's a wretched enough place

even when one knows people.

[sighs]

A friend of yours?

Isn't that what
all the fuss is about?

It really is exquisite,
isn't it?

And, as these ladies
will attest,

she's like
a daughter to me.

Mrs. Fletcher,
miss Otterburn, Trevor Han.

-How do you do?
-Delighted.

And if she ever
disappeared,

the sense of
loss would be devastating, no?

Mrs. Fletcher,
miss Otterburn.

That man gives me
the shivers.

True, but if there's
anyone in Cairo

who will know where
the statuette can be found,

it's Trevor Han.

He owns an art gallery

near Opera Square.

No one's ever been able
to prove anything,

but he's suspected
of being involved

in the illegal export
of antiquities.

[Han] Do you understand?

Mrs. Fletcher,
my congratulations on the evening.

It's brought out
the creme de la creme of Cairo.

Thank you, inspector.

I wish I could make it
more memorable

by telling you
my people have recovered

your stolen bag, but...

Well, it's more of an inconvenience
than anything else.

All of the documents
are being replaced.

I've been thinking
about that,

and how strange that they were
taken in the first place.

And by a man you described
as European or American.

Omar, you are here
to help us

honor Mrs. Fletcher
and her museum,

not to interrogate her.

Even at college,
he was a compulsive worker.

Sherif, you're
looking rather tense this evening.

Overworked?

Or is there something
weighing on your mind?

Please excuse me.

I guess the jetlag
has caught up with me.

I think it's just about
that time, Sally. Gentlemen.

I'll see the ladies
to the door.

Good evening, Omar.

What do you mean,
you're bailing out? You can't bail out!

It's gone, and I can.

I searched Sally Otterburn's room,
the Fletcher woman's room.

I even got into
the hotel safe, nothing.

She must have passed it
to Faris already.

Well, then get into
the museum somehow.

I don't think you've been
listening, Mr. Thorpe.

Our deal is off,
as of now. Good-bye.

[Vanessa] Very nice,
Mr. Grimes.

I hope we don't have to do
business together again.

That's mutual.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Aren't you forgetting something?

Haven't you enough
to retire on already?

You have the Nefertari.

I'm sure by now
you've acquired a buyer.

Don't play games
with me, lady.

You wanted to keep
your husband.

Now, I did what you
asked me to do.

Thank you.

A word of free advice,
knowing some of the people

that your old man's
been talking to,

I'd get him out of
Cairo, real quick.

I am way ahead of you.

You're welcome.

[gun cocks]

You move, you're gonna get
a free tracheotomy.

You know,
this is a lousy way

to say hello
to an old friend.

Hey, Rudy,
for old time's...

Where is it?

You remember the rule
in the good old days,

when you were pulling
weeds for the CIA?

It's funny, I can't seem to remember
who, what, where, when.

Go on. Get out of here.

And don't even think about
talking to the police.

One word from me
to Egyptian Intelligence,

and they will
take you apart,

piece by piece,
my friend.

Get outta here.

Have you lost something,
inspector?

Yeah.

A cufflink. It belonged
to my father.

What good is one
without the other?

I'm not sure if that's
more of a waste of time

for you or for me,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh? Why would you
say that?

'Cause I believe
a busy woman of your reputation

has better things to do

than look at mug shots
of petty crooks.

I sense that you're here
for another purpose.

Oh? What is it you think
I haven't told you?

The same thing that makes
Sherif Faris so nervous lately.

An idle speculation,
perhaps,

but I suspect there was something
more valuable in your bag

than you are willing
to admit.

No, I can assure you
I gave you

a complete list
of the contents.

Are these all you have?

That's all that fit

your general description
of the man.

Well...

thank you very much
for your time.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.
That's a start.

God, I've missed you.

It's gonna be hard
for a while.

We've got your situation
to resolve.

I can't think of that
right now.

The clean-up
on this place

is costing me
three times what I figured.

Boyd, it's your dream,
and I believe in it now.

What is it, Boyd?

Sit down.

There's something
you should know about me

before it all comes out,

about what I was and did
before I met you.

And it has something
to do with the guy

who broke into your room.

He's a former
CIA operative.

These days, he goes by
the name of Rudy Grimes.

You did good, Laura.
You did real good.

A little
pillow talk, Rudy.

That's all it took.
And boom!

You find out about your statue,
or whatever it was.

The guy talks
in his sleep?

Never mind how I know.

You know,
you really are the best.

You always do your part.
You never ask any questions.

You just grab 20 grand.

Just stop treating me
like this, all right?

I'm worth a damn sight
more than that.

I put me
on the line, Rudy.

You understand that?
My body.

You know what
that means?

Uh, no.

What are you
getting at, Laura?

Considering how much
you're making out of this,

I'd say I'm worth a hell of a lot more
than a lousy 20 grand.

But we have a deal.

You can take it
or you can leave it, if you want.

I gave up one neat
situation for this.

Sweetheart, this gig
is a done deal.

Look, it's over.
It's finished.

You'll be sorry, Rudy.

Don't ever
call me again.

Hmm, right.
Till the next time.

Telephone.

Yeah?

Sure.

You're damn right
I'm interested.

Mr. Grimes!

As I've already
told you, inspector,

I have no idea what business
Rudy Grimes had

here at the hotel.

[Halim] You were acquainted
with him, however?

Well, sure. Rudy was
a fixture around Cairo.

I mean, I knew him
by reputation,

which, to be honest,
wasn't the best.

[speaking Arabic]

That will be all
for now, Mr. Venton.

And now, Mrs. Fletcher,

perhaps we can complete
your statement.

-Darling.
-It's all right.

Miss Otterburn...

I'm sure you've numerous
other concerns, Mr. Venton.

I'll see you
a little later.

Mrs. Fletcher...

you recognized the decedent's
picture in my office.

He was the person who stole
your bag, wasn't he?

Yes, inspector.

As I was about to mention
earlier in my statement,

I was on my way to you
to explain when--

When you had the misfortune
to find yourself

confronting the man's corpse
in the elevator.

Mrs. Fletcher,
miss Otterburn,

in my work,
I find a simple omission

is frequently tantamount
to a lie,

and I'm certain neither of you
wants to be guilty of that.

It's time you help me
fill in the blanks.

You had to tell him?
Why didn't you just stick

a knife in my heart,
Mrs. Fletcher?

At this point,
your problems

really are very little
concern to me.

The subterfuge of our
so-called cultural exchange

was bad enough,

but now a man
has been murdered.

Sherif,
Sherif, Sherif.

When the
Medina Nefertari was first missing,

why didn't you
immediately come to me?

I had been
foolish enough

to lend it to
a curator in Italy.

It was unofficial,
I know,

but I saw
nothing wrong.

And it would've
meant a feather in the friend's cap.

So much for friends,
huh, Sherif?

Yes. See, he returned
the copy and vanished.

I was desperate, Omar.

You know the minister
of antiquities.

It would have meant
the end of my career.

So, the original ended up
in the Worthington collection,

and then in our museum.

We've searched the hotel
top to bottom.

No sign of statuette.

Grimes' bag was empty
when you found him,

which might suggest he
was either delivering the Nefertari

or expecting
to collect it.

Yes, but Naser saw Grimes
enter the lobby

and go directly
into the elevator.

It's unlikely he had time to do either
before I ran into him.

Well, the fact remains,
he was shot

either as he entered
the elevator

or when he arrived
on the third floor.

Two positions covered
by yourself and Naser Hasan.

Unless the elevator stopped
at the second floor.

Nevertheless,
I'll be questioning your driver further.

Mrs. Fletcher, a favor?

Stay out of
my investigation.

[man reciting prayer in Arabic]

Vanessa?
What are you doing?

It's what
we're doing.

And we're about
to redefine our relationship, Brad.

It's mother's way
from here on.

No more handouts

for mythical
business deals, illicit amours.

I don't know what the hell
you're getting at, Vanessa.

Rule number one...
no lies.

You borrowed half
a million dollars

-from Trevor Han.
-Vanessa, how do you--

You'll be lucky
to get out of Cairo with your skin.

Then I get a charming
little phone call

from your
miss Laura Gibson.

Well, you have
a choice, Brad.

You can walk out
of here right now

and face the prospect
of making a living on your own.

But if you choose
to stay,

then it must be
on my terms.

Ours may not be the best
of marriages, but...

it is the one I want,
heaven help me.

[sighs] Vanessa...

if... you can find it
in yourself to forgive me.

-You have a message for me?
-Yes.

Ah. Thank you.

Naser. From my friend
in Washington.

They're tracing
your file.

They are? Oh!

I am through the ceiling
with joy.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Fletcher.
I must call Tasnin.

Sally, uh...

inspector Halim
mentioned

that there's still
no sign of the Nefertari.

If it doesn't
turn up by tonight,

we'll have to get
the next flight back to New York.

What floor
does Boyd live on?

The second. Why?

I'd like to try
a little experiment.

I want you to try
to beat the elevator

to the next floor
on foot.

What's this about,
Jessica?

I think the inspector
is on the wrong track.

So let's just try it.

[elevator bell dings]

There! I made it
with time to spare.

Yes, indeed.

Well, this floor isn't
open to guests yet.

No.

It wouldn't make
a lot of sense

to shoot someone
in the lobby.

It would be too public.

So you think Naser
came up here and killed Grimes?

Well, you've just
demonstrated that he could have,

and he is inspector Halim's
prime suspect.

Hey, Boyd.

Jessica's
just showing me

the mind of
a mystery writer.

Really? Watch your step.
I don't carry much liability insurance.

Boyd, there's something you didn't tell
inspector Halim last night.

What do you mean?

Well, you knew
Rudy Grimes.

Last night, the police
found a knife on Mr. Grimes.

It was yours, wasn't it?
The same knife you were using

to open a parcel when Sally
and I first arrived here.

Yeah, it's true. I saw him the night
before he was murdered.

I should have told you,
Jessica, but--

She was trying
to protect me.

A friend in Washington
told me

that Grimes used to be
in the CIA,

and your name came up
in his file.

Yeah.

I was barely 21
at the time.

I'd been bumming
through Europe

and landed here
broke, lost.

Grimes used him,
Jessica.

This was before
the Egypt-Israel peace accord.

He was paying me
to get information.

It was penny ante
stuff at first.

Later, it got
more serious.

I mean,
people started dying.

If the government
found out even now,

Boyd could be thrown out of Egypt
and lose everything.

You could always count on Rudy
to follow the big money.

So the night before last,
I confronted him.

I figured he'd know
where the statuette was.

And he threatened you
with your past?

The big money.

I might know where
that was coming from,

and just maybe where
the statuette ended up.

[Jessica] At the reception,
you appeared

to be arguing with Mr. Han.

You're way off base,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I know nothing about
this statuette.

Well, then help me any way
you can, Mr. Thorpe.

I mean,
the police have implicated

two friends of mine
in serious crimes.

And you've admitted having
business with Rudy Grimes.

The upshot of that is,
I never want to hear the name again.

And in point of fact,
the lowlife got what he deserved.

Whoever killed him
saved me a bundle, too.

Heh heh! Saved me
a bundle, darling.

Let's get that
straight, shall we?

You really have no right
coming in here,

asking questions,
Jessica.

Now, if you don't mind,

Bradford and I have
a plane to catch.

You've helped me
more than you know. You both have.

[man speaking Arabic]

He says Mr. Grimes
used to eat here every day.

One of his best customers.

Would you tell him that
I'm Mr. Grimes' mother...

and I've come
to collect his mail?

Mrs. Fletcher! That would be
less than honest!

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

He says the late
Mr. Grimes often told him

how his mother
loves mulukhiyah,

her favorite dish.

Mulukhiyah?

A very spicy green stew.

Green?

Egyptian delicacy.

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[clears throat]

Delicious.

[laughing]

Uh... thank you.

Did he say if there was
any mail for Mr. Grimes?

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

[speaking Arabic]

You really must give me
the recipe for this.

It's so delicious.

Naser, we must be
on our way.

Oh, no. Not yet,
Mrs. Grimes.

It is considered
very rude to leave even a crumb.

[speaking Arabic]

Thank you.

Welcome. May I have
the bag, please?

I thought you were
going to let the police

handle this,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Part of your
exchange exhibition?

Inspector, I can
explain everything.

Unnecessary.
But I have something

of more vital interest
to you, Mrs. Fletcher.

We are about to arrest
Mr. Grimes' killer.

Do you still need this
for your indigestion, Mrs. Fletcher?

Who, inspector?

Mr. Naser Hasan,
you are under arrest

for the first-degree
murder of Rudolph Grimes.

We need little more
than this.

Found in Naser Hasan's
quarters.

Ballistics tests
indicate

it fired the bullets
that killed Mr. Grimes.

I hardly think that
avenging a bloody nose

is a motive for murder.

Given the time to reflect,

I expect that Mr. Hasan
will provide us

with an explanation.

Five minutes,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I know now I will never
go back to America.

Please, will you do
something for me when you go home?

If I can, Naser.

Go and see
my fiance Tasnin

and tell her
what's happened.

She shouldn't wait
for me.

She should marry
my cousin Abdullah.

I pray he will be
a good husband to her.

Look, Naser, I don't
think for a minute

that you killed Rudy Grimes,
and I'm going to do

everything I can to
get you out of here.

Insha' allah,
Mrs. Fletcher.

God willing.

[gasps] Inspector?

Yes?

I've found your
missing cufflink.

Oh, blessing
upon blessing.

One of a pair.

One missing.

Naser, your prayers
may just have been answered.

Inspector,
don't plan any trips.

It's imperative
that I see you later.

I've managed -
don't ask me how -

to convince the inspector
that the real killer

waited for Grimes
on the second floor.

So he's sending a forensic team
first thing in the morning

to go over
the whole area again.

And if they find
anything

that can help Naser,
they will.

Sally, Mrs. Fletcher,
won't you join me for dinner?

Oh, thank you,
but I've got some calls to make.

Sal?

-Hello, Boyd.
-Oh!

Jessica!
Not sleepwalking, I hope.

Oh, no. Just trying to
confirm some suspicions.

I believe that
the killer waited here at this window

as Grimes entered
the lobby.

Think about it, Boyd.

The murderer arranged
to meet Grimes upstairs,

say, on the third floor,

counting on Grimes
taking the elevator.

Please, go on.
I'm very intrigued.

In which case,
the killer

would've pressed
the button to this floor,

assuring that
the elevator would stop.

And shot him as the
elevator doors opened.

-From here, I'd guess.
-The doors close,

the elevator went to another floor,
where you run into him.

Makes perfect sense,
Jessica.

The only question
is, who?

Hey!

I see I'm not the only one
with a touch of insomnia.

[sighs]
Not really, Sally.

I was just telling Boyd

how I believe
you killed Rudy Grimes.

[laughs]

Jessica, have you
lost your mind?

No, Sally. When I asked you
to prove that Naser

could have beaten
the elevator to this floor,

you ran up the stairs,
you took a position in the alcove,

overlooking
the front entrance.

Why, Sally?
Unless you knew

where you fired
the shot from?

Jessica, this is
utterly ridiculous.

Hardly, miss Otterburn.

We've taken residue samples
from the drapes

that show a weapon was shot
from here recently.

Surely, you'd have
to prove that I was on the scene.

But you were
on the scene.

Earlier,
I found a cufflink

that inspector Halim had lost
that rang a bell.

I remembered that when you
entered the lobby last night

after the murder,
you were missing an earring.

You must have realized
you'd lost it

and came down here
just now to look for it.

It was snagged
in the drapes over there,

where you were hiding
when you shot Rudy Grimes.

When you told me about him,

I knew that he'd never
let you off the hook.

I called him.

I didn't even know for sure
if he had the statuette,

but I told him that Faris
was so desperate

that he had stolen
museum funds,

millions in cash,
to buy it back.

He was interested,
and he said he'd meet me.

That was all I needed.

You planted the weapon
in Naser Hasan's apartment?

I'm sorry about that,
Jessica.

I couldn't think
of anything else.

Boyd, darling, please,
try to understand.

[speaking Arabic]

A most unfortunate
set of circumstances, Mrs. Fletcher.

Perhaps you'll allow me
to ease your pain.

There's a charming
little restaurant in old Cairo

where they make
a delicious, spicy Egyptian stew--

You mean mulukhiyah?

Exactly.

Thank you, inspector,
but I think I'll pass.

In only two weeks,
I will go to the US embassy

and get
my green card,

and then my snake of
a cousin, Abdullah,

had better make
himself scarce.

Flight 985 to New York
is ready...

Better be on my way.

Hey, Tasnin and I
have talked.

We're naming our
first child after you.

Are you sure it's going
to be a girl?

Yes, it's fated.
You have made our happiness.

Well, with the help of
some very good friends.

I wish you
a wonderful life, Naser.

And when I get
to New York,

I will put out
a good word for you.

You will never have to
wait for a taxi again.

Insha' allah, Naser.