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[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

"Death stalks american diva"?

-Who are you?!
-Opera people are funny in the head.

[singing]

Do me a favor. Shut up and behave.

Who's mad at who around her?

In an Italian opera company, who isn't?

She's my wife! Stay away from her! Jonas!

I want all of her things
out of here at once!

That woman hates my guts.

How can we rehearse with this whispering?

Bang.

There isn't much time if we're
going to save her.

Aah!

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[music intensifies]

[music intensifies]

[cat yowling]

[man] Andrea?

Andrea?

[tapping]

[sighs]

[man] Andrea Beaumont?

Yes, who is it?

Andrea. Here I am so close,

I can reach out and choke you.

Who are you?! What do you want?!

You'll find out...
one moment before you die!

[singing Italian opera]

Enjoying yourself?

Oh, this is perfect.

It's like having my own
private performance.

Where's our esteemed maestro?

He was here a moment ago. There he is.

Oh, just the man I wanted to see.

You need to approve the artwork
for this album cover.

Do you know Mrs. Fletcher? We've met.

Is Andrea such a big star now

that she doesn't have to
come to rehearsal on time?

Drew, how about the album photo?

[sighs]

I hate it.

Oh, we'll have to forget about dinner.

Well, I think it's a very nice photograph.

It's not about that. It's about Andrea.

You know, hell hath no fury

like last year's lover.

Have you seen her?

I dropped her off at the hotel.

She said she thought she'd
take a nap before the rehearsals.

[tapping]

No, no, Stella. Your crescendo

will completely swamp
the orchestra's pianissimo!

Here we go again.
Take it from bar g again.

My poor Stella.

He's so vicious towards her

ever since Andrea came.

He's the most insufferable man.

Oh, for god's sake!

How can we possibly rehearse
with this whispering?

You-- Mrs. Fletcher, is it?

You'll have to leave!
This is a work session.

It's closed to the public.

Of course, Mr. Granger,
I quite understand.

Drew, she's Andrea's guest.
And she's not the problem.

I'll see you later.

At least shewas listening,
and she was here.

How dare you leave during my Aria?

Or did you think I didn't notice, maestro?

I was listening, Stella.
It was very moving,

except you're ten minutes
past your rehearsal time.

What?!

Eduardo! Eduardo!

Si, signore.

I want Andrea Beaumont on stage.

Andrea! It's always Andrea!

Even when she isn't here, she's the only
one you're interested in.

Are the rest of us all chopped liver?

[phone ringing] Eduardo, would you clear
everyone else off stage?

And find miss Beaumont now, please.

And will someone answer the damn phone?!

Si.

Pronto.

Signora Beaumont.

She's what?!

The police found Andrea
wandering the streets hysterical.

Well, was she injured? No. Not physically.

She needs protection. I'll get the
opera company to provide security--

I can take care of my wife.

Jessica, it feels like a replay

of that nightmare back in Manhattan.

Well, that occurred to me, too, Jonas.

Signor Cole, I was just telling your wife
that she's fine.

There really is nothing wrong with her.
I couldn't find anything.

I mean, she just--

[speaking Italian]

a bad shock.

I will give you a mild sedative.

Take it. Get some rest,

and I'll check in with you tomorrow.

-Buonasera, signora.
-Buonasera.

-Buonasera.
-Buonasera.

Well, I guess you're all wondering

why I gathered you here today.

You don't have to joke, Andrea.

We're all very concerned.

And you heard the doctor, Granger.

She needs her rest.
Thanks for stopping by.

Thanks, Drew. I really appreciate it.

I'll call you later.

Jonas, don't deny him the right
to be concerned for me.

Jonas, could it possibly be
that man, Albert Garmes?

As far as I know, garmes is thousands of
miles away in attica prison.

Or another obsessed fan, maybe?

Even some sort of bizarre copycat.

I mean, that horrible business with Garmes

got so much publicity.

I'm hoping it's just some crazy we'll
never hear from again.

But to be on the safe side, darling,

I've arranged for some private--

[phone ringing] what's wrong?

After what happened last year,

I was just afraid you'd think

maybe I imagined this whole thing

out of stage fright or paranoia.

Nonsense, darling.

How you doin', sweetie?

Oh, I'm feeling a lot better. Thanks.

Good. That was your broker who called.

I said that you'd get back to him.

Been fielding calls from everybody
in the local media.

They heard the rumor
that you were mugged in the fog.

Oh, let's try and keep
the lid on that, Vicki.

That's what I'm doing. No comment, period.

You know, there is another
possibility, of course.

You said that the voice
that you heard was odd,

that it could have been a man or woman?

Yes, it was sort of disguised.

You don't think it could be
someone I know.

It's worth considering.

Who's mad at whom around here?

In an Italian opera company? Who isn't?

[speaking Italian] I'm sorry?

Oh. Are you looking
for something, Signora?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Oh. I am inspector
Piero amati, genoa police.

And you are? Jessica Fletcher.

I'm a friend of Andrea Beaumont's.

And why are you here, Signora Fletcher?

Probably for the same reason that you are.

I'm just trying to understand what
happened to Andrea.

You see, there was
an incident in New York--

Yes, I know. The convicted assailant,
Garmes. I know.

Um, I see you are also a friend
of Jonas Cole, right?

The fearless sportsman, Yachtsman.

Is it true he climbed the eiger rock face

without ropes and picks? Yes.

But I think that he is best known
as an opera impresario.

Mi spiace, Signora.
You have in front of you

the only Italian man
who doesn't have a taste

for garlic, Olive oil or grand opera.

[laughs] Tell me, do you have a theory
about this crime?

A theory, Signora Fletcher?

I am just a humble policeman
from the mountains.

And to me, opera people are a
little bit funny in the head,

so it is difficult to believe this is
anything but a--

Oh, God... [speaking Italian]

a stunt?

Yes, kind of an operatic gesture,

created by your friends Jonas Cole and
Andrea Beaumont

to gain publicity for her opening

on Saturday night.

[Drew] Petrocelli,
it's an impossible situation.

I realized this last night.

Things between me and Andrea--

They're too complicated.

Hai capito. I understand.

You're both great artistes.

And, great artistes have temperaments.

You're missing the point, Rudolfo.

It's not a question of jealousy.

But ever since Andrea married Jonas,

she won't take direction,
at least not from me.

There's only one possible solution.

You must release me from my contract.

I think it's best for everyone.

Of course, the offer
you received this week

from the New York City opera

has nothing to do with it?

How did you hear that? I assure you

it has nothing whatsoever to do with
what I've just said.

Bravo. Then you have no objection

to my holding you to your contract.

Capisce?

[sighs]

Oh, it's insanity expecting me

to come up with a conductor at
the last moment!

Che cosa?

It's the late payment
on the cast insurance.

I have delayed it as long as we can.

So much? I have the most electrifying
soprano since callas,

and still we're on the edge of financial
extinction here!

But what is most ironic
is, if I read the policy,

if Andrea were to be taken sick

or for any other reason
would miss the season--

Yes, the disability clause.
That's covered.

The monies we would collect

would be of a sizeable profit, huh?

Today, even if we were
not to have a season?

Buonasera.

Andrea?

Hi.

I bet you thought I was gonna
sleep away the entire day.

You're not going to work. Yes, I am.

You're sure you feel well enough?

Oh, darling. I feel much better.

Maybe just a little bit foolish.

Oh, nonsense.

I thought maybe I just
overreacted a little.

You know, how strung out I've been and--

Over everything, the rehearsals.

And the pressure and the self-doubt.

Darling, your voice has never been better.

You're going to knock
them out of their seats.

I have a bodyguard standing by downstairs.

And I promise not to go walking

down any more foggy streets at night.

So everything should be all right.

Except for that I can't depend
on my own fingers.

That's why I'm here.

I'll come with you.

I'd like that.

Let me just put on a little lipstick.

Well, how do I look?

Fabulous.

[phone ringing]

What do you bet it's the front office

wondering if I'm gonna show up?

-Hello?
-[man] Andrea Beaumont.

Did you think I would forget my promise?

First, you will suffer,

then you are going to die.

Signor Cole, this is a police
investigation.

These private policemen you've hired

No matter how well-intentioned--

They usually get in the way.

Andrea needs to be protected.

My office will provide ample protection.

Will you please sit down?

Signor Cole, in my country,

a policeman's career doesn't get very far

if he allows opera singers to be harmed.

Even american ones.

All right?

You still haven't told us
what steps you're taking

to find this lunatic.

First of all, I'm placing a tap

on your telephones at the penthouse.

With your permission,
of course. Absolutely.

And we checked our computer files

for known celebrity stalkers in the area.

And?

Regrettably, no one who fits
these circumstances.

But we also sent an inquiry to Interpol.

The stage doorman at the opera house

said he hadn't seen any suspicious
characters

hanging around.

Thank you for being
so helpful, signora Fletcher.

[sighs] Inspector, when we parted,

I really was under the impression

that you didn't intend
to pursue this case.

Actually, we've been quite busy.

I've been in contact
with the New York police.

And I just received a fax from them,

if I can find it.

Here it is.

Albert Garmes was released from prison

five weeks ago.

[gasps] Then he could be here in genoa.

"Garmes has been reporting
punctually every week

to his parole officer in New York city."

And where does that leave us?

I don't know.
I am an unsophisticated person

who knows very little
about the world of the arts,

but do either of you have any personal

or professional enemies in this town?

Quite a few, I'm sure.

And they'll all be at our place tonight.

[people chattering]

Isn't it beautiful?

[Rudolfo speaking Italian]

Storm troopers!

Just because I failed to
bring my identification,

they were going to turn me back!

Oh, Rudy, you mustn't take it personally.

The police are just being extra careful.

Of course, I understand, cara mia. But me?

Everyone in Genoa knows who I am!

Ah, Signora Fletcher...

[speaking Italian]

Mrs. Fletcher, how are you? Hello.

And don't you look radiant tonight?

Stella.

So good you could come.

Happy to be here.

That woman hates my guts.

I never would have guessed it.

Now I really need a drink.

Don't be bitchy.

Why not? You say you love me,

you promise to find a way to get rid

of that dewy-eyed soubrette

who's taken my dressing room, my roles,

and you do nothing.

I told you these things take time.

Ah, while my time is running out.

Oh.

That business last night
with Andrea in the fog--

That was you, wasn't it?

[phone rings] Stella, do me a favor.

Shut up and behave, okay?

[laughing]

Yeah, Danny. Just put in
a sell order at 35.

Ciao.

Sorry. In the global village,
the market never sleeps.

And I was saying, I wish
I had more confidence

in this police inspector.

Don't underestimate him, Jonas.

You're saying he may be
more competent than he seems?

[Rudolfo] Ah! Jonas, there you are.

Signora Fletcher, permesso,

if I may have a few words with our host.

Oh, of course. Grazie.

Jonas, I shall come directly to the point.

I have read our contract over

and, to my dismay,
things are not as we discussed.

You signed it, rudolfo.

I'll tell you what, let's get through
the season first,

then we'll see.

So what is it you have to say

that requires so much privacy?

Same Andrea.

As direct as the first day in
class at Juilliard.

You were the only one who
wasn't intimidated.

Drew, what is it?

I wanted to apologize for
what I've done to you.

What have you done?

Well, I've been a monster.

Viciously sarcastic to everybody in
the company,

particularly to you.

Because you dared to marry
somebody besides me.

Oh, Drew.

I was hoping you'd be happy for me.

I'm working on it.

You know, Andrea,

I'll always adore you.

[clapping]

Bravo, maestro,
what a touching performance.

I let out a high "c" that night

that shook the rafters
of the Vienna opera house.

You treat her like a piece of merchandise!
She's a woman!

You resent that she's
not your woman anymore!

She's my wife, and I'm telling you
to stay away from her!

Jonas!

Our young genius is a bit
too full of himself.

Oh, Jessica, remind me not to throw

any more parties real soon.

Listen, except for a couple of bumps,

it could hardly have been better.

And speaking as one of the bumps, darling,

am I forgiven?

Not yet, Jonas.

Drew really didn't mean any harm.

I know that, and I didn't want to
upset you any further.

I guess I just got carried away.

[ringing]

-Hello?
-[man] Soon, Andrea.

You are going to die very soon.

Look, I don't know who the hell you are,

but when I get my hands
on you, you're history!

[dial tone] Hello?

[sighs]

You heard it, Jonas.
That is a crazy person.

Was it the same voice? Yes.

Well, you'll have a chance to replay it.

The police probably have it all on tape.

[Paul] Stella's driving me bananas, Drew.

So if you could schedule her
for an extra aida,

and maybe one more tosca.

I mean, that's quite a load
for Andrea to handle alone.

Sorry, Paul the schedule's set.

Stella's gonna have to get used to it.

She's not the headliner anymore.

You have no idea what
you're doing to my love life.

Signor Faber, if you please.

Buongiorno, maestro.

Could I walk with you for just a moment?

I have been thinking
about your problem, and--

What problem is that?
The one that you broached

to Signor Petrocelli yesterday,

about getting out of your contract.

He said no. Well, forgive me...

but there might be another way.

If Signor Petrocelli had failed

to make certain payments
to you by specific dates,

then he would be in breach,
and you would be a free agent.

What are you getting at, Rossoni?

Well, if perhaps there have already been

certain oversights on
Signor Petrocelli's part,

late payments that the maestro has
failed to notice,

certain dates in the ledger.

Providing, of course,
the maestro is prepared

to reward me for the enormous risk
I would be taking.

[scoffs] Not interested.

I thought you were desperate to--

Not that desperate, paisan.

Perhaps the maestro has
made other arrangements?

Perhaps he is going to use Andrea Beaumont

to get out of his contract, huh?

I'm gonna forget you said that, Rossoni.

But if you say it again,

I'll blow the whistle on you to Petrocelli

and to anybody else I can get to listen.

-Bravo.
-Ciao.

Andrea, are you feeling
better this morning?

Hmm, I think I may be catching a cold.

You know, it's freezing
in my dressing room.

I can't seem to regulate
the air conditioning.

It was fine when it was mine.
Want to trade back?

We'll think about it.

I was just kidding.

There's still time to turn around
and go back home.

No. Albert garmes
cost me a year in therapy.

That was a year away from the stage.

I have come too far to be
bullied into quitting now.

Andrea, you're due in wardrobe
for final fitting.

Oh, yes. I'm on my way.

And can you have someone fix

the air conditioning in my room?

[pager beeping]

Ah, it's the printers.

It must be about the program.

I'll catch up with you in a minute.

We're running a bit late,

so the tech run-through will be starting--

[people clamoring]

[man] Now, Andrea! Now! Ohh!

Vicki!

That voice, he was here!

Signora Beaumont! Andrea!

Andrea, are you all right?

What happened?

Someone attacked Andrea.

[Piero] Signora Beaumont
is at home again--

Safe, sedated, resting.

Oh, I have doubled the
guards protecting her.

Good. Look, I called a friend of mine--

Lieutenant Gelber of the
new York Police Department--

And I asked him to check
again on Albert garmes.

And it turns out that Mr. Garmes

missed his last appointment
with his parole officer.

In fact, he disappeared
about ten days ago.

So you think he may be in genoa.

It's possible. I mean,
it's certainly worth a try.

I already had this information.

And I've already checked with
passport control.

Albert Garmes is not in Italy.

Not legally, perhaps, but maybe under
an assumed name,

a forged passport--

That is always a possibility,

but I have a much better suspect,

one who's definitely here in our midst.

I suppose you mean Drew Granger.

Hmm. A spurned lover.

I think you're putting
that in upside-down.

Thank you.

No, actually, Granger is not at
the top of my list.

Um, you know the phone call

you witnessed the other night?

That was made from a public phone booth

on the corso.

So it was a dead end?

Uh, perhaps not.

That particular phone booth is located

only two streets away

from the apartment of Rudolfo Petrocelli.

-Ah.
-[man on tape] Soon, Andrea.

You are going to die very soon.

[Jonas] I don't know
who the hell you are--

well, as you saw,

I know very little
about technical matters.

Wait. Signora Fletcher! Come on!

That little act has worked to my
advantage for many years.

[laughs]

Maybe it's time to rethink it.

Look, please, can we have a truce?

All I want to do is to help my friends.

Okay.

I have had the forensic laboratory

analyze the mystery voice.

Even though the voice is disguised,

there is an essential speech pattern.

A voice print of the stalker.

And I obtained an interview
petrocelli gave

to the Italian television pretty recently.

The laboratory is in the process
of analyzing that.

If the voices match, then we have our man.

Hmm.

You didn't answer my question.

The call I got from
the local newspaper reporter--

He says he knows everything about
what's been happening with Andrea.

It wasn't from me.

I don't talk to reporters directly.

Besides, we promised Jonas we would
keep it quiet.

But with all these people backstage,

talking, talking, it was bound to get out.

The reporter said he had an authoritative
inside source

who told him certain details that--
look, cara mia...

it might not be the
worst thing in the world

for either Andrea
or for the opera company,

if the word did get out,
if you know what I mean.

So it was you.

I can't believe you would
do something like that!

Oh, softly.

[speaking Italian]

I don't pay you to criticize me.

I just don't know how
I'm gonna explain this

to Jonas and Andrea.

Why should you have to tell them anything?

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Silly girl.

[dialing]

[line ringing]

Ah, yes. It's Rudolfo again.

I just wanted to inform you

that I know what you're trying
to do to Andrea and why.

But why should you be the
only one who profits from this?

Yes.

Where? Ah, tonight.

Ah, how fitting.

I'll be there. Ciao.

[bang]

Ah, buonasera. My new partner.

Do I detect a chill in the air?

Well, allow me to warm things up

when I discuss how much money
this is going to be worth

to the two of us.

[grunting]

[man speaking Italian]

Where's that leech Petrocelli?

I haven't seen Signor Petrocelli
since last night, Sir.

But he never likes to be disturbed

before I bring him his coffee, huh?

That's just too damn bad! Signore!

Jessica, what are you doing here?

Well, I don't really know.

Mr. Petrocelli left a message
for me at the hotel

to meet him here at 8:00 sharp

about something very important.

Probably about this garbage in the paper.

"Death stalks American diva."

[scoffs] Has Andrea seen this?

No, she's still asleep.

But petrocelli's responsible
for this, I know it.

Cheap exploitation.

I'm gonna have my lawyers take him apart.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning, Vicki.

Oh, has Jonas read that?

I imagine half of Genoa has.

Great. There goes my career.

[gun firing]

[people screaming]

He's dead.

Oh, god. This is my gun.

[shouting in Italian]

Jessica, I didn't do this.

Jonas, I think that inspector Amati
is trying to say

that there are some positive aspects
to what has happened.

Signor Cole, to begin with,

your wife is no longer in danger!

Petrocelli was the stalker,
so she's safe now.

I wish I could take credit for that,
but I can't.

Inspector, are you saying
that Mr. Petrocelli's voice

matched the prints of the stalkers?

No, we are still awaiting
for the lab report.

But the evidence is
pretty clear without it.

Signor Rossoni--Petrocelli's bookkeeper--

Says the impresario was talking a lot

about the huge insurance policy
the opera has on your wife.

I heard about it.

So you practically caught him, uh...

come Si dice?

In the act? Oh, red-handed.

Thank you.

Oh, so he's in her dressing room,

waiting to strangle her with
the scarf he stole from her.

Instead, you walk in. He lunges at you.

You have your legally registered weapon.

You are afraid for your
own life, you shoot twice.

Right? Isn't that what happened? No.

[sighs loudly]

Signor Cole...

in the mountains where I come from,

we have a-- [clears throat]

okay. In plain language,

if you plead guilty
and claim self-defense,

I will recommend that the prosecutor take
a favorable view.

You might very well go free, Jonas.

Darling, please listen to them.

Inspector, I heard the shots.

A few seconds later, I got to the
dressing room.

The door was open. When I walked in,

Rudy was already on the floor.

I didn't shoot him.

And you didn't see nor heard anyone

running from the room, right?

Your obstinacy leaves me no choice.

You will be held for arraignment

on a charge of murder.

[Vicki] Drew, what are you talking about?
You can't do that!

I'm sorry if you feel I've misled you.

You said you were over Andrea.

I don't want to talk about her.

All right.

Putting aside our personal relationship--

Drew, I'm a first-rate P.R. person,

and you're gonna need--
it's not gonna work.

[scoffs]

Mrs. Fletcher. Excuse me.

Can you tell me how Andrea's doing?

Not well, I'm afraid.

Oh. I was going to call, but I thought,

under the circumstances,
it would seem insincere.

I quite understand, and I'll tell her

that you were asking for her.

I'd appreciate that. As you know,

I've never thought much of Jonas,

but I'd have done the same thing he did
to protect her.

Please, tell Andrea that
I'm leaving genoa soon

to work in New York City,
but I'll keep in touch.

Oh, I thought you had
an ironclad contract.

I did, but there's a "key man" clause.

If petrocelli's not here,
contract's voided.

[Rossoni] Petrocelli,
I must refuse your request.

[gun clicks] Why don't you
understand this?

I need people who can shout "bravo"

till the chandeliers tremble!

And with the Commendatore gone,
you must handle this.

Signor Faber, we cannot afford it.

Oh, please. Eduardo--

The photographer waiting for you

for one half-hour, huh?

Signora Fletcher, can I
help you with something?

I'm here to pick up some of Andrea's
personal things.

I'm simply trying to make a point

to Rossoni, Mrs. Fletcher,
about my claque.

It is a tradition from Caruso to Corelli.

And it's vitally important Saturday night

when Stella and I--
when we make our entrances!

Can you imagine? We are expected

to spend our good money,
which we don't have,

to hire people to clap and cheer for him!

Hire them yourself!

I didn't realize that Stella
was replacing Andrea.

Well, the show must go on.

So they say.

Bang. Bang.

But, Jessica, I don't understand.

What does all this mean?

That Mr. Petrocelli was actually shot

hours before you found him.

Somebody jammed the
air conditioning thermostat

to keep the room cold enough

to delay rigor mortis setting in.

Of course. And they planted my pen
along with my gun.

But whoever did it didn't realize

that the pen would make a deep
impression on the carpet

because the body had been lying on
top of it for hours.

But what about the two shots I heard?

Blanks, probably, fired by the killer

seconds before you walked
into the dressing room.

Then you're saying I'm free?

As a bird, with our apologies.

Our lab has verified all the new items
of evidence you cited.

A comparison of Petrocelli's voice

and the stalker's phone call.

The voice prints do not match.

We are dealing with a very clever man--

Who's still out there.

Inspector, are your men
still guarding Andrea?

[speaking Italian]

Andrea, it's me.

What?

Oh, damn. Wrong number.

[dialing]

[line ringing]

Oh, please, please answer. Come on.

[ringing]

Hello?

[Jonas] Darling, I'm free.

Oh, Jonas, you are?

Thanks to Jessica. Are you okay?

Listen, please, don't go anywhere.

Keep the doors locked

don't open them for
anyone till I get there.

All right.

And, darling, please hurry.

Bye-bye.

[phone ringing]

Jonas? [man laughing]

You can't get away from me, Andrea.

The time has come for you to die.

[drops phone]

There are officers stationed

in the lobby downstairs,

and on the roof above,

and, of course, in the hallways outside.

Then why don't I feel safe?

You will, sweetheart. I've just booked us

on the first flight
to New York tomorrow morning.

Perhaps that is what the stalker
wanted all along...

to cause your wife to withdraw from
the opera season.

Hey, I don't care what he wants.

I just want to get Andrea

far away from this craziness.

And hope it doesn't follow us.

I really think the worst is over, Andrea.

[Piero] With signora Fletcher's help,

we've seen through the stalker's plot.

It's a question of time
for this individual

to make the final mistake.

I can hardly wait.

Like hell! No! No, you can't do this!

This is my dressing room.

She should never have
been allowed in here.

Oh, you've gotta get the fitters working
immediately

to alter all these costumes for me.

No! No! No! I will not permit it.

I'm not letting Andrea Beaumont go! Basta!

Carlo, face it, it's over!

She is taking off,
leaving you in the lurch.

You should be kissing my feet,

grateful that I'm willing to take back
my rightful roles.

But no, you and Rudolfo are too busy

pursuing that no-talent
little flash-in-the-pan!

[gasps] I want all of her things
out of here at once!

[opera music playing on stereo]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, yes. Yes, he is. Hold on, please.

Jonas! Darling, it's the phone for you.

Mr. Rossoni's office.

Pronto.

Grazie.

Buongiorno, Carlo. What can I do for you?

Mm-hmm. Yes. I understand.

Well, then, under the circumstances,

I'm sure you won't try to hold her
to her contract.

Calm down, Carlo.

If that's your attitude, we have nothing
to talk about.

We're leaving, and that's final.

Oh, you try and stop us!

What's he saying?

He's decided to get an injunction

forbidding us to leave the local court's
jurisdiction.

Can he do that? I don't know.

It's a delaying tactic, at best.
I'd better go see him.

[Jessica] I went by the dressing room
for some of Andrea's things,

and suddenly it occurred
to me just what that was.

Yes, this unquestionably

is part of the wadding
from one of the blanks

fired by the killer in the dressing room

to mislead us as to
the time of death, yes.

Apparently, it was a homemade job

made out of a piece of newspaper.

Yes. But that's where
your theory falls apart.

You see, the person you suggest

could not possibly be
the stalker because...

I know, and that's the part

that I can't figure out, either.

[phone ringing]

Amati.

[speaking Italian]

Oh, it's driving me crazy.

They wanted a pizza with anchovies.

There's a new restaurant in town

with a number similar to mine.

They'll have to change it!

What's wrong, Signora Fletcher?

That's how it was done!

How what was done?

You have to go slower with me.

Do you remember? I'm a very simple...

policeman from the mountains. Yes, I know.

Mountains. Of course!

That's how the stalker
intends to kill Andrea.

Inspector, there isn't much time if we're
going to save her.

[heavy breathing]

[click]

Hello, Jessica. What are you doing?

Are you the only one here?
And where's Andrea?

It was so lucky. I just
happened to stop by

when Andrea was having an anxiety attack,

so I called the paramedics.
Is she all right?

She's fine. But they took her to
the emergency room

just to make sure.

I was going to go with her,
but she was afraid

that you might return from your meeting

and wonder why no one was here.

Well, you did give me quite a start.

Now, I could really use a drink.

You know, I've been thinking a lot

about what motivated someone to kill
Signor Petrocelli

and frame you for the crime.

It seems obvious to me.

We're dealing with a twisted freak,

and that's one of the ways
he gets his kicks.

Suppose there was another motive.

I mean, suppose the person
we're dealing with

isn't a sadist, but rather a pragmatist.

Suppose his objective from the start was
to kill Andrea,

that everything he's done up until now

has been an elaborate,
almost byzantine cover-up.

So that when Andrea is finally killed,

he'd be totally above suspicion.

Do you have anyone in particular in mind?

You, Jonas. It was really
rather brilliant.

[chuckles] Me?

You framed yourself
for petrocelli's murder

in such a way that you'd be certain

your good friend Jessica Fletcher

would come galloping to the rescue.

You sprinkled all the clues,
relying on me to clear you.

You even left a message for me,

supposedly from Mr. Petrocelli,

summoning me to the opera house at 8 a.m.

to ensure that I'd be on the scene

for your very clever charade.

Jessica, there is no way
you can prove any of this.

[Piero] You're mistaken, Signor Cole.

We have already proved it.

[man on tape] Soon, Andrea.
You are going to die very soon!

[Jonas] Look, I don't know
who the hell you are,

but when I get my hands on you, you're--

your voice.

A voice-print comparison

we hadn't done before.

You pre-recorded the tapes

and arranged to be standing
right there with us

each time the stalker called.

[Piero] Once signora Fletcher
put me on your trail,

your motive became apparent.

Petrocelli wasn't the only one

who had insured your wife's life.

You took out a $10 million policy on her.

No, my corporation did.

That's routine with all my artists.

Jonas, that gave you a $10-million reason

to kill Andrea.

Once again, signor Cole,

I am arresting you for the
murder of rudolfo petrocelli

and the attempted murder of your wife.

[speaking Italian]

The only weak link in your plan

was that you needed someone
to place the calls

and play the tapes at the right time.

You needed an accomplice.

Jonas, they know everything.

I don't know how.

The last call, Jonas--

That's what gave you away.

You couldn't let well enough alone.

When you were in inspector Amati's office,

after you thanked me for saving you,

you phoned Andrea to warn her,

only you dialed a supposedly wrong number.

Andrea, it's me! What?

Damn, wrong number.

The phone company has a record

of the wrong number
you dialed on my phone.

It was Signorina Lawson's.

That's how you gave her
the prearranged cue.

And a check of signorina
Lawson's phone records

shows she called your
wife right after that.

And played one of your tapes.

They found the tapes at my house.

I should have destroyed them
like you said.

How did you know?

The shreds from your wall street journal

tied you directly to the blanks you fired

to simulate Petrocelli's murder.

Then I realized that,

with Andrea's departure imminent,
you had to act quickly.

Earlier this evening,
something the inspector said

reminded me that you are
an experienced climber,

and that the one way you could return
to the apartment

undetected by the police

would be through a window.

Fortunately, this was the one time

we managed to be a step ahead of you.

Petrocelli was spying on Vicki.

He accidentally spotted me

with the rope and grapple,
trying the descent.

Well, he was going to blackmail me.

It was nothing personal towards Andrea.

It's just that...

I'd lost so much money in the stock market

and on last year's tour,

I desperately needed an infusion of cash.

And Andrea, dead was your only asset.

[woman singing opera]

[people cheering in Italian]

[people clapping]

[people cheering in Italian]

You were marvelous, Andrea! Wasn't she?

Congratulations! You have made me
a believer.

Almost. [all laughing]

Thank you.

Where's Rossoni? He must be very happy.

Uh, I don't think so, Drew.

[Piero] We picked up Signor Rossoni
at the airport

as he was leaving for zurich
to visit the money

he embezzled from the opera company.

[phone ringing]

Hello? [chatter]

No. Nobody ordered pizza from here!

I think you have the wrong number.

[all laughing]