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So you're actually going to sail the boat yourself?

It's only a 30 -foot fluke. Oh, please, Lonnie. I'm from Elgin, Illinois.

Tractors I get. Fluke, no.

Come on, it's not like we're sailing in the America's Cup.

It's a little cruise up the coast.

Are you sure you know how to turn it around?

Look, Jesse, if you don't want to go through with it... No, no, no, no, I do.

And I've always wanted to try sailing. It's just I can't get out of this

impending doom mode.

Oh, no, that's helpful.

What do you suppose is going on?

I don't know. Who cares? I just want to go sailing.

Smell that?

Isn't it great?

Actually, it smells like dead fish.

Are you going to act like this all day?

No, it's just I don't want to end up like that. You know, look.

Jesse. I'll be right back.

Is there always this big a deal when someone pulls in a shark?

Not the shark. It's what he ate for lunch.

Excuse me.

I sure hope he wasn't out sailing.

Morning, Dad. Morning.

Coffee in there?

Well, my beeper hasn't gone off yet. I guess I got time for a cup.

Well, make that half a cup.

Hey, how about that arm?

How'd you hear about that?

Well, Jesse called last night. He was out in the marina when they brought it

And it was in the paper this morning. Page three, column two. Uh -huh.

With an article for the Curiosity file.

Well, it was a great news day this morning.

What do you know about it?

As far as we can tell, he fell off his boat. We haven't found it, but the

master thinks it must have drifted. What about the arm?

We ID'd it late last night. It was attached to a guy named Preston

Oh, Preston Michaels from the Palisades?

Yeah.

Why, you know him? Very well.

I took his gallbladder out about ten years ago.

He's been giving me stock tips ever since. He's a very big broker. He offers

over the country.

Oh, I'll bet B's a mess.

B?

His wife.

One of those woman -behind -the -man kind of ladies.

So you're treating it as an accident?

Well, until he gets more info.

Huh.

Is that a huh that's going to get me more info?

Yeah, maybe. I was just thinking it wouldn't hurt to go by and give B my

condolences.

All right, all right.

Yeah, I gotta go.

You mind if I take your sports page? No, go ahead.

Oh, there was an interesting article in there about the DNA testing in athletes.

I guess it was a little longer than I thought.

Never mind. I'll grab a paper with my donut.

See ya.

May I help you? Yes, I'm Mark Sloan. I'm an old friend to be in presence.

Okay.

May I see her?

Okay.

She's out back by the pool.

You want me to take you there? Okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry. I'm Susan Stimson. I'm Mr. Michael's personal assistant.

Oh, I'm not upset.

I have a sinus infection.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. That's okay.

Excuse me?

Mrs. Michaels?

Mark.

Why does it take something like this to get you over here? I know. I'm sorry, B.

Okay.

I'm going to get back to the funeral arrangements.

Yeah, thank you, Susan.

Okay. Am I interrupting something?

Not at all.

Damon Bergman, this is Dr. Sloan.

Oh, yes, of course, Dr. Sloan. We spoke about a year ago concerning Preston's

will. Oh, yes, you're his lawyer.

Yes, and you're the executor of his will.

I am?

You didn't know that?

Oh, no. He mentioned it in passing sometime ago. I didn't know it was

It's finalized.

And he's asked for a special reading of his will after I recover certain items

from his safe deposit box and contact several individuals he wanted to be

present. So, please, consider yourself contacted.

The reading will be tomorrow morning at 10 o 'clock in Preston's office. All

right, I'll be there.

Dr. Sloan, see you. Thank you.

Um, excuse me, Bea.

Yes, please. I have to get back downtown. The Miami and Denver offices

chaos.

Thank you. You can go. And, Evan, thanks for jumping in.

Well, it's what I'm here for.

You might want to talk to your gardener. I noticed your roses are infested with

aphids. Nothing in my garden gets past you, does it? Oh, I'm sorry. Do you know

Dr. Sloan? No, I don't think we've met. Evan Houston.

Evans, vice president of Preston's firm, and quite an avid horticulturalist. Oh,

yeah, I saw you examining the plants over there.

Force of habit. It's my one passion.

Do you garden, doctor?

No, all sons.

And none of them bring any.

I'd be happy to give you a couple of tips.

I'll take some tips on stocks.

That way, if they do well, I can always buy more plants.

Well, I've got to be going. Nice to meet you, doctor.

If you need anything, B, just call.

Evan's a godsend.

When Preston started traveling to the other offices around the country, Evan

really became the corporate anchor out here.

I didn't know Preston was traveling that much.

Oh, yes. He was gone almost six months of the year in either Colorado or

Florida.

I'm going to miss the old guy.

Me too.

Anything I can do.

Maybe a little antihistamine.

You got it.

Lonnie, trust me, please. Those were screams of excitement, screams of joy.

No, I called you Captain Bly as a joke, as a cutesy little thing as the ship was

about to tip over there.

No, it wasn't funny. I know that. I'll be right there. Was that it? What? The

arm. Yes, I'm listening, Lonnie.

The arm. I heard that Dr. Stone had it brought over here from the corner.

Uh -huh. No, I did not purposely let go of the rope.

I'm sorry, the halyard. Hello, what's going on?

Ask her. No, not you.

Yes, it was the arm. What arm?

I just did x -rays. I'm now on my way to toxicology.

Toxicology? Why? What are you looking for?

What arm? You suspect foul play. What arm?

Hang on. Talk to her.

Hello?

Norman Briggs.

The aft is the back.

The bow is the front.

What left, starved right? Why?

I'd love to.

Who is this?

Okay, right. Do you know how long it is?

Morning. Morning.

Hi.

Am I late? No, Raymond's not even here yet.

How are you doing?

Oh, remarkably well, considering.

Come sit.

Yeah. Yeah, it should be fine. Okay.

Just a minute. Cool, thanks.

Anybody you know?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Heather? Hi.

But then again, I didn't know half the people who worked for Preston. We'll be

getting started in just a second.

He must be from the Denver office.

Well, his employees were loyal, if nothing else.

Preston always brought out the best in everyone.

So, what have you found out?

The autopsy.

Was he intoxicated? An accident? I assume that's how he ended up in the

We're checking.

Was he in the habit of always taking that boat out alone?

He was no sailor.

I don't think he ever took it out.

We just went down there once in a while for martinis.

He loved his martinis.

Sorry I'm late, ladies and gentlemen, but it looks as though everyone is here,

so let's get started, shall we?

Hello, everyone, and thank you for coming.

I know where you all are.

I wish I could tell you where I am, but that's one of the problems of being

dead.

Suffice it to say, I'm off to a better place, so...

Is this his idea of a living will?

You know, Preston, following the flair for the dramatic.

First, I guess introductions are in order. Bea, I know you are sitting front

center. Would you stand, please?

No.

Bea, please, stand.

Raymond, freeze this until she does.

What'd I get?

He wants you to stand up. Oh, okay.

Ladies, I want you all here today for the reading of this will because, well,

you all have something in common.

I'm married.

Meet one of you.

Son of a bitch.

Cool.

Is she all right?

Yes, she's coming around.

Mark, tell me it's a dream, a very bad dream.

I'm afraid not, Bea.

Shall we proceed?

Bea, I'm going to miss you.

The perfect society wife.

Nobody could plan a dinner or run a charity benefit better than you.

Take care, Bea.

gingham curtains I know we had our differences but I'm glad we also had our

sky romance and Heather sweet

obvious Heather it was a seller's market and I was buying and for

everyone's modesty I'll leave out the details but I think you can all guess

I'll miss

Give a couple of bucks, okay?

All right. Stop it. Now that we've all met. Stop the tape. Stop it immediately.

This is a terrible joke, isn't it?

I'm afraid it's all legal, Bea. I mean, the will part.

Shall we proceed?

By now, you've all met Mark Sloan, my executor.

Mark, here are your marching orders, short and sweet.

The marriages may not be legally binding.

Just do what's right. Take care of my wives.

Oh, and ladies,

until this is all sorted out, I want you to stay at the house.

I think if you get to know each other, you might understand why I love to eat

one of you.

Well, that's about it. It has been great.

I'll see you all on the other side.

Well, there was some will.

Well, I'm speechless.

I mean, what was Preston thinking of?

I'm not sure thinking had anything to do with it, babe. It's for you, Mark. Oh,

excuse me.

isn't it?

Terry. Oh, right.

Well, Terry, I don't know who you are or who put you up to this, but you're not

getting a thing, and that goes for you, too.

Obviously, you weren't listening, Dee, but I was married to Preston.

Who wasn't?

Well, bigamy is still illegal in this country, so any rights you think you

to Preston's money, think again.

Money was the last thing on my mind.

I came here because I lost someone that I loved very much.

Really? And just how long was this love?

A week? A month?

Six years?

Well, I was married to the man for over 30.

I can't believe he's gone.

I mean, we were only married for two years, but the whole time it seemed just

like a fairy tale.

Hansel and Gretel.

Ladies, excuse me. I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Well, I don't think this day can get any worse.

As executor of Preston's estate, I'm afraid I'm going to have to freeze his

assets. On what ground?

Murder. Murder? What?

That was the hospital on the phone.

Toxicology reports some poison turned up in Preston's body.

That part of his body that we have.

So until the crime is solved, I'm afraid his estate's in limbo.

Oh, my God. I don't believe this. Murder?

Do they have any idea who could have done it?

Duh. What about the shark?

B, I promise you we'll do everything in our power to find out who did this to

Preston.

Well,

they might not have to look any further than this room.

Meaning?

If the shoe or the thong fit.

I don't have to hang out here and listen to this.

Me neither.

Excuse me, ladies. I must remind you of the caveat in Mr. Michaels' will that

you remain at the residence until this is all settled.

Oh, Raymond, we don't... Raymond is right, B.

Well, I guess I was wrong. This day can get worse.

I'd better go run an appearance.

Hi. Hi.

This is all my fault.

I knew one day this would happen.

This? All of this.

If anybody should be blamed, it's probably me.

I arranged Mr.

Michael's entire life.

I even arranged the wedding, sent the invitation.

I should have spoken up years ago.

How was it the president got himself in all this trouble?

Well, he thought he was safe.

I mean, Terry lives in Denver, Heather in Florida. The chances that they would

all be in the same place at the same time were impossible.

Until last week.

What happened last week?

Well, he found out that the impossible was possible.

Tell me, did you keep records on all three of Preston's lives?

Oh, yes.

Very detailed files.

I'm going to be needing those.

Certainly. I'll get them right away.

It's you!

Gesundheit. Thank you. You're welcome.

Dad called. Did he have something for me? Oh, yes. Well, my able assistant

and I, we discovered some very interesting things in your buddy's arm.

glycosides. I guess digitalis.

In English?

Well, medically speaking, digitalis is a heart stimulant. It comes from a

substance in nature called digitalin. It's a very deadly, very potent poison.

Digitalin? Did Preston have a heart condition?

Well, it wasn't in his records.

Do you know the time of death?

Well, lividity would put it at about eight hours before the Jaws incident.

Jaws incident.

Amanda wanted me to find out how long the arm had been inside of the shark.

Now, according to Jaws' digestive system, the bite taken out of Preston

about an hour before the fish died.

Of?

Of a heart attack.

Can a shark have a heart attack?

Oh, this one did.

I'll tell you, this is getting weirder by the minute.

Poison, sharks, three wives in three states, all of whom have been here long

enough to have killed him.

It's okay.

I figured I'd have to talk to the police.

Or someone, sooner or later.

So don't be coy, Amanda.

So go ahead.

Ask. Okay.

What brought you out to L .A.? Shopping.

Preston and I had some things that we needed to talk about.

Like?

Preston wanted a divorce.

Said he didn't want to, but had to.

Now I know why.

You knew about Terry?

Not Terry specifically, but I knew Preston was fooling around.

I hired a private detective who confirmed it.

But you didn't actually know that he was married to someone else?

Oh, God, no.

Not a clue.

Are you kidding?

You must have been upset.

That's one way of putting it.

I was furious.

What the heck?

Listen, I know what you're thinking.

He was old.

I was young.

He was rich.

I wasn't.

But you loved him.

Absolutely. Damn straight.

Deeply.

When I met Pressy, I was an aerobics instructor and nutritionist.

His BP was high.

His ACLs were through the roof. Wait a minute. Are you talking about blood

pressure and cholesterol?

Yeah.

You're a doctor. I thought you knew about that kind of stuff. No, I do.

I just didn't think that you would know it.

You see, that is the difference between crusty and, well, all other myths.

Anyway, I changed his diet, altered his amino acid.

He called me a fountain of youth.

I called him Rambo.

Preston was the kindest, brightest.

Most gentle man that I have ever met.

We shared a life together, Amanda.

After we were married, I worked nights until he got his broker's license.

Trouble was, the more successful he became, the more he played around.

Must have been tough to take.

So tough you think I killed him?

Well, I suppose I could have.

I mean, after all, I wasn't just two times, I was three times.

Was I hurt when he wanted a divorce?

You bet.

When I found out that he was lying to me?

Sure.

Could I have killed him then?

Probably.

I never said I didn't like Presley's money.

But if you ask me,

Bea or Terry had more of a reason to kill him.

They didn't understand him like I did.

If anyone is capable of murder, it's that cowgirl, Terry.

Bea. She couldn't take his playing around.

Any more questions?

Not for now.

But... Oh, I know. Stay in touch, stay in town.

So, that's the whole sordid story.

Let's go to lunch, shall we? I have a standing reservation at the Four

You know, we could do some toning. How about a run?

I'm going to grab a cab and I'll meet you later.

Hi, Steve.

Oh, hi, Dad.

I've got Amanda and Jesse on the other lines. Hold on while I conference you

in and you can fill me in on what happened today.

Can you do that?

I hope so.

Anybody there?

Yeah. I did it.

Okay, who wants to start?

Me. Okay.

Heather is a 27 -year -old fitness freak who loved Preston, but openly admits

thinking of him as a walking wallet.

She also knows her way around chemistry, so I rest my case.

Not so fast there, Counselor.

Terry is a woman with enough of the old West in her to hang a cattle rustler,

and she was threatened by divorce from Preston. Let's not forget about the

woman's scorn. She was married to the philanderer for nearly 40 years. She's

openly hostile, and she's become very accustomed to her wealthy way of life.

So who did it?

Well, hang on. I have another call.

Yes? Dr. Sloan?

Yes. Raymond Bergman.

Listen, I've been going over some things.

I think I know who killed Preston.

Mr.

Bergman?

Mr. Bergman?

You've got trouble.

That was Preston's lawyer. He says he thinks he knows who killed him.

Who? I don't know. The line went dead.

Is this where they found Brigman? Yep. What happened?

Looks like he was hit on the back of the head with the ever -popular blunt

object and dumped in the pool.

The pool man found him about 7 o 'clock this morning.

Anybody you see or hear anything?

I was just about to ask the, uh, wives.

Care to join me? Yes, I would.

You know, I think that there's a pattern developing here.

Every time somebody gets killed, they end up in the drink. So maybe this

has a thing for water.

All right, that's good.

Just a theory.

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

My God, Rick Preston, now Raymond. Oh, I'm sorry, Bea.

I didn't know you smoked.

Oh, no, it was a filthy habit.

Well, I enjoy it. At least I'm honest about it.

I usually only smoke afterward.

With all these men dropping like flies, I am completely weirded out.

Okay, I'm going to have to ask you all some questions now, if you don't mind.

Bea, do you remember why Mr. Bergman was here last night at about 11 .30?

Having the foggiest idea, I thought he left with Evan.

Wait a minute, Evan Houston was here too?

Yes, he stopped by to see Raymond and Miss Simpson.

She was here too?

Yes, Evan needed something notarized, so she came by with a stamp.

Is there anyone who wasn't here?

Yeah, you.

Did you hear anything at all unusual, strange voices or arguing?

No, I took a sleeping pill and went to bed.

But then again, it's very difficult to hear anything above the noise coming

Heather's room.

I was stressed, so I hired a private trainer to work me out.

It helps me to relax and to sleep okay.

She's been so upset about her husband's passing that she's had to relax two,

three times a day.

We all mourn in our own ways, Terry.

Don't we, though?

And where were you last night, hmm?

Out on the last roundup, you certainly weren't in your room.

Where were you?

I couldn't sleep either, so I went to the Palomino Club.

You can check with the bartender. I was there till closing.

Hello. Oh, hold on.

Detective Sloan, it's for you.

Thank you.

Sloan here. You have a thing for water?

As a nutrient?

All right. Thank you.

Dad, they found Preston's boat drifting around Ensenada.

Yeah, Coast Guard's towing it in now.

Want to take a look?

Oh, I wish I could. I've got to get back to the hospital.

Oh, hey.

I'm free.

I got nothing to do. Nowhere to go.

All right.

Promise not to touch anything.

Hey, I'm professional.

Wow.

Gotch, gin, vodka, bourbon. Jesse, I told you not to touch anything.

I didn't touch anything.

How'd the cabinet get open?

With that, I touched it.

Put your hands in your pockets.

Is this guy a bartender or a stockbroker?

Well, let's just say that old Preston really enjoyed his cocktail hour.

Hey, Steve.

Don't touch.

Look at this.

Get this to Amanda.

Have her check it.

Let me know what she finds out, all right?

Jesse.

You feeling all right, Jesse?

You look a little green.

Oh, green's not good.

I think I'm a little too thick.

We're still tied up to the dock.

We're still in water, though.

All right, come on, Pop.

You'll do better on deck.

You all right?

Uh -huh.

All right.

Read deep.

You'll be okay.

Let me ask you something, Jesse.

Do you think just one person could handle a boat this size?

How would I know?

Well, if not...

Somebody must have taken him out.

Had a little

champagne.

Oh, there's a new splash.

Considering this whole boat is a floating bar.

Looks like a glass stem.

I'm going to get this checked out.

See if there's any poison residue or fingerprints on it.

Are we through here?

You are.

Come on.

Okay, the lab's checking out the glass jars. Did you do anything with that

cigarette budget you brought in?

Uh, yeah, I have a preliminary report around this somewhere.

Um, find anything new with the frame number of his murder? Not yet.

Steve's checking this lady's alibi right now.

Okay, here we go.

The cigarette is a Berkshire Light. The lipstick on the filter is a Belle Amour

Pale Crimson.

I got a really nice lip print off of it, but I don't know how long the cigarette

was there.

Got them.

I got them all from Preston's house, all three wives. Oh, great.

Okay, this one belonged to Bea. I got it out of the kitchen.

This one was Terry's, and this one was Heather's.

I snuck up into her bedroom after one of her afternoon workout sessions with the

trainer and took it.

Why would a personal trainer let her smoke?

You're so young.

Anyway, none of these match mine, not in color or lip print.

Let me see.

Mine either.

So whose is it?

I don't know.

You know, I have a feeling that whoever killed Preston killed Raymond Bergman.

See you later.

Where were you going?

Evan Houston was there last night, too.

I want to pay him a little visit.

What do you suppose he expects to find out?

I don't know.

Maybe what lipstick he wears.

Excuse me.

Dr. Sloan, this is a surprise.

There was nobody out there, so I just came in.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, it's Miss Stimson's day off. Well, come on in. Sit down. Thank you.

Wasn't this Preston's office?

Yes, it is, but since I've been handling the day -to -day operations, I thought

it'd be easier if I just moved my stuff in here.

Look at the lovely things you're growing in a window box. I have a whole garden

that looks like this valley.

There's not much to it, really, just a little TLC and water.

Actually, I was meaning to talk to you today.

Oh? I talked with Raymond about a little financial matter last night before he

would...

Well, anyway, he said that I should talk to you as you're the executor of

Preston's estate and you're controlling the purse strings, so to speak.

Anyway, we need some money.

I beg your pardon?

Well, like a lot of companies, we play things pretty close to the financial

vest. And each month, Preston would infuse some capital into the company to

cover our expenses.

So?

So?

So I need you to cut me a check for $50 ,000.

Well, that's quite a vest, so to speak.

Yes, it is, and the sooner the better would really help me.

So, um, what did you want to talk to me about?

Oh, Evan, I just wanted to ask you, do you remember last night what time you

left the estate?

Um, about 11, I'd say.

Did you see anybody when you left?

No, I drove Miss Stimson home, and then I went straight home myself and to bed.

She left with you?

Yes.

My gosh, it's a beautiful boat.

That was Preston's, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I tell you, if that was my boat, you wouldn't see it tied up to a dock. I'd

halfway to Bimini by now. I know what you mean. I would, too.

Okay, thanks a lot for your time. Okay. I'll get right on that check.

Terrific.

So, thanks again, Dr. Sloan.

If you would, leave your number and I'll have Miss Stimson call you and tell you

where to send the check. Okay, fine.

Good to see you. Good to see you.

Steve, there's someone you should talk to.

Miss Stimson?

Who are you?

I'm Detective Sloan.

I'm kind of busy right now.

I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding the death of Mr. Michaels.

Oh, you know, I don't know anything more than what I already told the police,

okay? I understand. I just need to clear up a few things.

Okay. You make it quick.

Miss Simpson, when's the last time you saw Mr. Michaels?

That would be before he died.

Thursday.

On board his boat?

No. At his home.

Did Mr. Michaels seem nervous or afraid of something?

Someone? Uh, no.

Not that I remember.

I mean, aside from, you know, his meeting his wives and all.

Excuse me?

What are you doing in there?

Are you going somewhere?

Why do you ask?

Oh, I don't know. Packed bags, sheets on all the furniture.

Just a lucky guess.

My mother's sick.

Does your mother live in Bermuda?

Yes, as a matter of fact, she does.

This is a one -way ticket.

She's very sick.

Miss Simpson, let's just cut to the chase, shall we? You know, I really

know what you're talking about, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to

leave now because I'm in a very, very big hurry.

Miss Simpson, sure there's not something you want to tell me, like what's in the

bag, maybe? No, it's fine.

I never liked youth travelers, Jack.

She what?

You heard me.

Sweet, loyal Miss Post -Nasal -Drip was blackmailing Preston Michaels.

I don't believe that. Well, actually, in her own words, she was receiving

bonuses regularly to keep from spilling her gut.

Better add her to the suspect list.

I'll get it. So, where are we now?

All three wives had a motive for wanting...

Preston dead.

But Heather was the only one who could have sailed that boat alone.

And from what you say, those are the toxic effects of digitalis.

Right. But Bea, with her heart condition, also knew how to get her

medication and knew how to use it.

But then Terry is someone who you don't want to make upset.

Especially with divorce papers.

Now we have Miss Stimson.

Maybe a black male scheme gone south.

And Evan.

Evan can sail a boat, but...

As far as I can see, it doesn't have any motive or any access to any digitalis.

So, like I said, where are we?

All right, thanks.

It was a lab.

They found traces of poison on pieces of the glass and a partial print on the

stem. It's got to be one of the wives.

Only one way to find out.

Fingerprint them. Shouldn't be a problem.

Absolutely not. I'm not going to be fingerprinted like some criminal.

It's the only solid lead we have so far to find your husband.

All your husband's killer.

Well, I, for one, have nothing to hide. Which explains half your wardrobe.

This should prove to all of you that I did not kill Pressy.

Couldn't have.

I loved him way too much.

Yeah, about seven mil worth. Is that my cut?

Well, that got someone's attention.

How about it, Terry?

Okay, fine. Print me. I don't care.

Come on, move it, move it, move it.

So, I guess you did your homework on Preston's estate, huh?

I used to be a financial analyst at another brokerage firm before I met

I knew his portfolio, including the huge cash flow drain in the last two years.

Is that why you killed him?

So you'd stop the flow and have more money for yourself.

If anyone was a drain, it was you.

You'd earn a penny in your life, but you sure could spend it. She probably

killed him when she realized she was losing him to a younger woman.

By younger, I presume you mean Heather.

I mean, you're way past young and into my. Doesn't she look good for a woman

age?

Try not to ruin my manicure.

If I had meant Heather, I'm sure I would have used the words cheap and tawdry.

Hey. Now, ladies.

Cheap. And... whatever.

Good God.

And with Preston out of the way, you can keep yourself looking.

Whatever.

For your information, Aunt Bea,

Pressy liked the way I dressed.

But then again, what could he tell with the lights out all the time?

Why don't you go rope something?

Well, I can see that everything is under control here, so I'll just let myself

out. Let me give you a little fashion tip, Gidget. Thank you. That mole...

doesn't work.

Frankly, I don't know what Preston saw in either one of you.

Freedom.

Flexibility.

Delusions of grandeur.

And I don't mean Preston.

All I know is that I didn't kill him.

When they found Preston.

When they found Preston's arm, my world collapsed.

When he died, a part of me died, too.

I tolerated his fooling around because I loved him so much. Oh, maybe too much.

I don't know, but I could... What?

What is so funny?

Take a look.

I look like Charlie Chaplin.

Here.

Oh, now I've got it all over your hanky.

Hey, don't worry about it. God made dirt and dirt don't hurt.

Did Preston say that to you, too?

Constantly. And it drove me absolutely insane.

Along with the other one. No guts, no glory.

What does that mean, anyway?

I don't know.

You know, you were lucky. At least you didn't have 30 years of it's not the dog

in the fight. It's the fight in the dog.

I thought if you said that one more time, I'd strangle him.

Oh, figuratively speaking, of course.

Did you guys ever notice the way he ate corn?

Never around. Always across in neat little rows.

Hi,

what's up with you?

Steve just called. The fingerprints came back negative, just like the lipstick.

None of them match the one on the clasp.

We might be able to brighten up your day.

We ran some more tests on that toxin we found in Preston. What did you find out?

Well, the specific glycoside with convolutoxin. It has similar properties

digitalis, however, slightly different in a raw form.

Raw form?

Yeah, nature.

It comes from the lily of the valley.

Not the synthesized drug, but the natural.

I gotta find Jesse and Steve.

Dr. Sloan?

Oh, hi, Evan.

Hope you don't mind.

No. No, make yourself comfortable. I am.

I was being sarcastic. Yeah, I know.

Okay.

What's going on?

I stopped by B's on the way and picked up Preston's copy of the company's

financial report.

His wife, number two, Terry, is a financial analyst.

Discovered some interesting things.

What's that?

Well, the company hasn't been doing all that well over the last few years.

Yeah, well, you know, the stock market, you're up and you're down.

Except for one special client.

Marshall Industries seemed to be a constant winner.

As a matter of fact, in one two -year period, they made on their investments

over $250 ,000 in dividends.

Well, you've been very lucky for them.

You know, it's a shame they don't exist, as a functioning company, anyway.

What are you talking about?

It's a front.

You, Evan, are Martian Industries.

You've been embezzling from the company for years.

I think you killed Preston to cover your tracks.

That's absurd.

I'll show you their file.

You know, the police found the remains of the glass that was used to poison

Preston.

There was a fingerprint on the stem, and I'll bet you the fingerprints on this

glass match.

Well, that's, um, not a good bet, Doctor.

I think the stakes might be rather high.

Yeah, I hope that was water in there. I wouldn't want to hurt your plants.

Lily of the Valley, isn't it?

Yeah. You know, it's interesting. Lily of the Valley contains exactly the same

toxin that was used to poison Preston. I see one of the stems has been recently

cut here.

You know, you're just so very smart, aren't you, Dr. Sloan?

Just like Raymond Bergman, and we both know what happened to him.

You killed him?

I had no choice.

None of this would have happened if that damn shark hadn't have died.

Preston would have never been found. Just another unfortunate boating

And until he was ruled legally dead, you'd have seven more years to milk the

company. So to speak.

Well, it is such a fine day outside.

What do you say we go for a little ride on old Preston's boat?

Sharks are probably hungered up this time of day.

Go.

Drop it.

You get it all?

Uh -huh.

All from tape.

You kept the intercom on your phone open, Evan.

Officer.

Dr. Sloan, would you look after my plants? Those white ones can be brewed

into a real nice tea. Thank you, Evan.

Tea?

The white ones. Lily of the Valley.

Poison.

Mark, I'm so glad you could come by.

Well, your message was very provocative.

You have something that belongs to me.

Yes, I do.

What's this?

The keys to Preston's boat.

We wanted you to have it for everything that you've done for us.

Oh, really? I mean, that's very generous, but I couldn't possibly...

We all talked about it, and we agreed that you deserve it.

So say thank you and go enjoy.

Thank you.

And if you decide you want to sell it, wait until the spring.

Prices go up 20 % around then.

Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

So what caused this outbreak of friendliness?

Well, after Evan was arrested by the police, we got to talking and we all

that different as we all are, we do have one thing in common.

We all love the old coot.

Each in our own way.

And frequency.

That's great. That's great.

So what's next for all of you? Well, I'm going to teach Bea here how to ride.

Oh, I said maybe, if you'll sit through at least one opera. And if I do the

opera thing, I get to teach you both high -impact aerobics.

That sounds great, just everyone sharing.

Well, all this sharing is going to have to wait till tomorrow, because I have a

date with a very rich rancher. Me too, but mine's a doctor.

Better. Says he loves sailing.

See ya.

Tomorrow, Bea.

Bye.

Dinner? Love to.

Shall we?

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