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Roger, you agreed to go to this museum dinner with me three weeks ago. That was

before Tom Wheelock. And you have to meet with him tonight in Laguna Beach.

He can't come here.

When a man offers to buy your company and he's talking in the neighborhood of

$75 million, you go to him.

You always do that to me.

Lana, if you want me to continue to prop up that decorating business... Why do I

even bother to talk to you? Well, cut me some slack.

Fine, go.

When will you be home?

In the morning.

Well, I am going to stay there until I close the deal. And if it takes till

three o 'clock in the morning, then that's what it is. I can remember when

drive hours any time of the night just to sleep in the same bed with me.

And I can remember when you used to come with me on these business trips and

wait for me in the hotel room.

So if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.

So do I.

I don't care.

God, you are so beautiful.

I have to do it tonight.

Baby.

He's staying over at the St. Regent's Hotel on Laguna Beach.

Jake.

We agreed to kill him.

Tonight's the night.

We want to be together. It's the only way.

What's the rush?

Well, he's gone all the time. These little weekend trips. I think he's

affair.

What do we care?

If he leaves me for someone else, he'll take his bank account with him.

Take it.

Tonight.

All right.

We're at the state region.

It's right opposite the coast highway. You can't miss it. I'll write it down

you.

Make it look like a robbery.

I know.

I'll stay late at the museum.

I'll make sure lots of people see me, and then I'll meet you here tomorrow to

pick up the rug for my client, Mark Sloan.

I promised I'd bring it by the hospital tomorrow, and we have to make it look

like business as usual.

You sure that's what you want?

Don't lose your nerve now, Jake.

We don't have any other options.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Still, I'm going to miss you.

I can't believe you let Lena Anderson talk you into renovating your office.

didn't talk me into anything. I wanted a little change myself.

Who are you trying to kid?

You don't like to change anything, ever.

So how did she do it, huh? Did she tell you that her business was floundering?

Well, she's having a little bit of a slump right now.

Hey, easy with that. That's very, very fragile.

Okay. So what time is she going to get here?

She was picking up the rug sometime this morning. She'll be here in about an

hour.

That's my allergies. I think it's the duct in the shop.

The rug's right back here.

Something wrong, Jake?

No, you didn't see Lana this morning, did you, when you guys came this

No. Nobody was here.

I mean, you were late.

The door was unlocked, so we came on in.

I mean, the rug was here waiting for us. We packed it up and put it in the

truck. Is there a problem?

No, no. I just don't know where Lana is.

I just hope I can remember where everything goes.

Yeah.

Dr.

Mark Sloan? Yeah, that's me.

I have a rug from Lana Andrews. Oh, that's the Obeson. Lana says it's a

rug. You're putting an Obeson in your office with all this, uh, with all your

stuff? Well, I mean, it's beige. It ought to match everything.

Where's Lana?

I thought she was here with you.

No, I haven't seen her since yesterday.

Well, if you want me to take the rug back, I could come back at a better

No, all the stuff's out of the office. Let's look at it now. All right.

That's it.

Lana says this rug is faboo.

Faboo?

Designers live in a whole other world.

Water.

Did you notice anything out of the ordinary when you picked up the rug this

morning? No, nothing. The rug was already rolled up and on the truck.

And the last time you saw Lana?

It was last night about 6 o 'clock when I left the shop.

She was finishing up some invoices, and then she said something about going to a

museum, a dinner, I think. So the shop was closed for the evening.

She hadn't closed up yet.

And the movers said that they found the door open.

I just wonder if she got to the museum last night. Do you have any idea who

might have had a motive to kill her?

Mr. Myers, if you think you know something, you need to tell me.

It's not my place.

But have you talked to her husband?

Look, it's no secret that her and her husband were having some problems.

She told me a couple weeks ago that if he ever tried to leave her, she'd take

him for everything that he was worth.

She confided this to you?

I heard her talking on the phone to someone. Now, I don't know who.

But she said that he was planning to sell his company and that she was going

bleed him dry.

Now, those are her exact words.

You mean, were we having problems?

Is that what she told him?

Well, I'll admit it.

We were going through a rough patch in our marriage. We were arguing like any

other long -term married couple, but we were working our way through it.

If that's how we were.

Why are you asking me this? I was told she was killed during a robbery.

Well, the cash drawer was rifled, but according to Mr. Myers, less than $100

taken. She never kept much petty cash at the shop.

Now, it was probably some druggie looking for money.

Or someone trying to make it look like a robbery.

Why would somebody do that?

Mr. Andrews, I have to ask you, where were you last night?

I was with Tom Wheelock and his partners.

His company is buying up several medium -sized software companies, and they've

made an offer on mine.

I knew the negotiations were going to last into the night, so I made

arrangements to stay over in Laguna.

There were witnesses.

I have receipts.

Maybe.

Yesterday, Lana and I argued about my staying over.

Maybe if I'd come home.

Roger?

You all right?

Honey, we can't see each other for a while.

Why? You didn't have anything to do with this, did you, Roger?

Of course not.

No, my wife was a vain and shallow woman, and I may not have loved her

but I never wished her dead.

Then why can't we see each other?

Appearances.

I mean, if people knew that we were together, they might jump to the wrong

conclusion.

Why risk that?

It'll just be for a little while, I promise.

I guess I understand.

I'm going to miss you.

It's going to be hard.

Yes, it is.

Clint Andrews was bludgeoned to death with some sort of a heavy object.

Preliminary findings put the time of death between 6 p .m. and 3 a .m. Any

on a weapon?

Oh, more than a guess. I found tiny ceramic particles in her hair.

The statue may be her boss.

I think so, and given the severity and the angle of the blow, I'd say the

was very strong and probably a male.

That narrows it down to about a half a million people.

Was there any broken pieces of ceramic on the floor?

My guys have been over every inch of that shop.

Anything large enough for a fingerprint, they would have found.

But we can go over it again.

Here's the inventory list we did a month ago.

There's nothing missing unless it was something new she brought in and never

told me about. Did Lana show you everything she bought?

Pretty much.

She loved her work, although she never got much support for it at home.

How long have you worked for her?

Four months, maybe five.

Needed someone to come in and do heavy lifting, supervise the movers.

Be amazed how many workmen take advantage of a woman.

Lieutenant, we found this in a dumpster two blocks away.

I think we just found our murder weapon. Wait a second.

I think you guys might want to see something. It's a photograph.

Yeah. Here it is.

Well, if you had the police call me down here so you could give me your

condolences. No, I'm afraid there's a little bit more to it than that.

Mr. Andrews, thank you for coming down.

We, uh...

Found the vase that was used to murder your wife.

Did you find fingerprints?

Do you know who killed her?

I also found this photograph.

Do you recognize it?

Of course. It's my living room.

Lana redecorated it about six months ago. She was hoping to use it as a

showcase. It was not to my taste.

I remember a friend of mine saying that once a woman is convinced she can't

remake a man, she spends the rest of her time remaking everything around him.

It made Lana happy.

I just wish I'd done a lot more to make her happy.

Take a look at that vase on the shelf in the corner.

Well, I remember it. Lana said it was pre -Columbian.

When's the last time you saw it?

I don't know.

I'm pretty oblivious to things like this.

Imagine it's still on the shelf in the living room.

We searched the house. It's not there.

Wait a minute. You don't suspect that I had anything to do with this.

Oh, now, this is preposterous. I would never do anything to hurt Lana.

Besides, I was in Laguna.

People saw me.

The reservation clerk remembers checking you in.

The bellboy remembers you. But the room service waiter seems to remember someone

else with you.

I think I should go talk to the girlfriend.

Roger's business people were staying in the hotel, so we couldn't go to the

dining room.

But it was a beautiful suite, and we ordered in room service.

I had the seared scallops with bone marrow, a truffle, and herb salad.

Am I telling you more than you need to know? I have never been questioned in a

murder case before, and I guess I'm a little nervous.

Did you go anywhere after dinner?

Oh, just to bed.

Well, actually, we went to bed before dinner.

And never left.

And then we had the food served into the bedroom, and we resumed.

Because Roger has a lot of stamina for men his age. There I go again. I'm so

sorry. It's his character flaw. I have compulsive disclosure.

I don't know how not to tell everything that I know.

All I need to know is that Roger was with you the entire evening.

We were together all night.

I scarcely got a wink of sleep.

Well, thank you for your time, Ms. Masterson.

I have any other questions?

Lieutenant.

You don't think that Roger had anything to do with his wife's murder, do you?

I'm afraid I can't answer that.

Well, good luck with the investigation.

You can come out now.

We pull it off.

So, when do we start phase two?

Oh, patience is a virtue, sweetheart.

And don't you worry.

We'll get there.

When do we hit him up for all the money?

Soon.

To the perfect murder.

Okay, soon.

But when?

You know what I would have loved to have seen?

your face when you walked in the shop and saw that Lana's body was missing.

And when she rolled out onto the floor of that doctor's office, I about had a

heart attack.

You want to explain to me why you made me go through all that?

Oh, baby, I love you, but you are a terrible liar.

This way, in the presence of impeccable witness, you about had a heart attack,

after which I don't think anyone's ever going to suspect that you had anything

to do with it.

How do you think of everything?

Yes, I do.

So, how soon do we take his money and go to Europe?

Patience. We have a long, rich life ahead of us.

The only thing that could go wrong now is if anyone ever connected us.

So I think it's time for us to cool it for a few months. Kendra? Jake, don't

start. We've talked about this.

If we're going to be safe, we have to be smart.

Okay.

But I don't have to go right now, do I?

I think we have an hour or two, Grace Berry.

Well, that certainly ruins a wonderful romantic moment.

I'm going to take a hot bath.

Just hope I'm not allergic to Italy.

So somebody took the ceramic vase from Roger's place, brought it to Lana's

and killed her with it. Somebody who?

Husband's the most logical suspect. There was trouble in their marriage, but

has a very good alibi.

That's pretty solid. What about the assistant?

There's no evidence that Jake was ever at Lana's house. I don't think he took

her from the house to the shop. Well, Lana could have taken it to the shop

herself, you know, to show a client, and Jake could have picked it up and hit

her with it.

He didn't have any motive.

You know, I looked at Jake when Lana rolled out of that rug, and if he was

as shocked as I was, he's some good actor.

What about the girlfriend?

She could have wanted the wife dead.

If she and Roger were in it together, they could have been covering for one

another.

No, they saw either of them leave the hotel that night.

But there might be a record of the car's activities.

I'll call you this afternoon.

Help yourself.

You know dessert comes with this. You want to spread it?

Absolutely.

Roger.

Kendra, what are you doing here?

I came around by the bag that nobody saw me in.

A police detective came to see me today.

What did you tell him?

The truth.

I hope that's okay.

Absolutely. Good.

Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't want to drag you into all of this.

I love you.

Whatever trouble you're in, I'm there with you.

Actually, it's just as well that the police know about us.

Roger, I have to talk to you.

About what?

I didn't want to have to talk to you about this.

What?

I'm in trouble.

And I need money.

Well, if that's all it is, I mean, don't worry. What do you need?

This is my brother.

No, it doesn't matter what it's for. I'll write you a check. No, Roger,

to me. You might not want to help me.

Of course I will.

Remember when I told you that my brother was in a sanitarium?

Vaguely.

Well, he's autistic.

And he'll never be able to function on his own.

And I want him to be in a place where they treat him well and with dignity.

Of course.

Well, I've got him in this really nice place.

But it's on a temporary basis.

And I was hoping to make it permanent, but with small inheritance I have, I've

already gone through, so if I can't come up with a full payment, they're

threatening to put him out on the street.

I'll call him.

You can't. I'm his guardian, and I'm the only one they'll talk to.

How much do you need?

About 500.

Five hundred.

Thousand.

They want the payment in full.

A half a million dollars.

You expect me to write you a check for a half a million dollars?

No, I don't expect you to do anything. This isn't your problem. I know that.

It's mine. It's just... I didn't have anyone else to turn to.

You said that we were getting married.

You would have lost more of the divorce.

This will be the end of it? You don't have any other relatives out there in

financial straits?

I don't have any other relatives.

It's just the two of you in my life.

My brother?

Can we go for a ride today? I can check myself out. Not today.

But you promised.

I said not today.

Another time.

I'll take over.

Look at you.

How are you feeling?

Oh, he's so handsome.

We got him, Daddy.

Just like I said we would.

We got him.

Dad? Oh, Steve, do you remember who this kite was?

Dad, does it matter?

How about right there?

No, I'd like it back where it was. It took me years to get this office just

way I wanted it.

You know, the Chinese have a science about where things should be placed in a

room according to a very specific plan.

Dad, there's a difference between feng shui and clutter.

How about right there?

Any luck at the hotel?

No, the parking there is self -service. There's no way to tell if Roger left

again the night of the murder.

But on a hunch...

I checked his credit card charges. Find something?

He gassed up his car right off the freeway in Long Beach.

Exactly halfway between Laguna and Santa Monica.

1 .38 a .m.

What'd Roger say?

I was just gonna go ask him. You wanna come?

Yeah, I'd like to talk to him.

The bookcase.

That's where it was, on top of the bookcase.

Get this.

Now where do these go?

I never left the hotel.

Kendra told you.

Then how do you explain the gasoline charges?

I don't know. Maybe the parking attendant went out joyriding.

There was no attendant.

It was a self -parked garage.

I don't know. This is a nightmare.

Listen, I have nothing to hide in the car here.

If you don't believe me, check it yourself. And before you ask, no, I have

had it detailed since I came back from Laguna.

Maybe you should have.

I was with Kendra all

night. After.

I knew you'd find out. And I told him that I never should have lied.

What time did he leave the hotel?

Um... It was right after the meetings, and he told me to get into the bed,

room service, and when I got there, to pretend that he was in the bathroom.

When did he get back?

It must have been about 2 .15, 2 .30.

When he came back, he was strange and excited.

Did he tell you where he'd been?

He wouldn't talk about it.

He asked me to marry him, and when I asked him about Lana.

He said that we wouldn't have to worry about her anymore.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry that I lied about that.

Am I going to go to jail?

I'll need to get your full and complete statement.

Of course.

And I'll have to ask you not to leave town.

I won't.

You're late.

Where have you been?

I've been doing the same thing you're doing, pounding a few nails into a

Don't worry about it, Jake.

So how's it going?

Slow.

What do you call these old Egyptian things?

It's called sarcophagus.

All right, well, as soon as I get this sarcophagus shipped, I am officially out

of here.

And I'll be very happy to get away from all this stuff.

The police arrested Roger today for the murder of his wife.

What, already?

What can I tell you? They're good.

So how are we supposed to get the money now?

I already have it.

You did. You got it. Mm -hmm.

How much?

$500 ,000.

Half a million?

Mm -hmm.

Certified cashier's check. I've already deposited it.

We did it.

We did it. We did it. We did it.

Hey, what do you say we follow this guy to Cairo?

I always want to see those pyramid things.

It sounds like fun.

Send me a postcard.

Kendra, what? I just...

On advice of counsel, all he's willing to say is that he's innocent.

Original, I'll have the chicken finger Caesar salad.

No?

We got him, though.

We can match the shard of ceramic we found in his car to the murder weapon.

can prove that the ceramic vase was in his house days before the murder.

And the gasoline shards will prove that he was in his car halfway between Laguna

and Santa Monica at 1 .38 a .m.

Order up. Yeah, I heard you.

What happened to all your help?

Alex has finals and Jesse's on call.

You know there are establishments who actually hire people to do the work?

Then we'd have no problems at all.

So what's wrong with the chicken figure Caesar salad?

The chicken is breaded and fried. It's not very healthy for you. Healthy isn't

necessarily what I'm thinking about when I walk into a barbecue restaurant.

Southwest Cobb Salad.

Did you see this?

Yeah, this is the posting for the gasoline Roger bought the night of the

Do you think that's a little odd?

Order up. It's coming.

What?

He bought regular gasoline.

So maybe he was frugal.

He drives a Jaguar. Order up.

I'll get it.

I don't think a man of Rogers' means would risk buying regular gasoline for a

high -performance engine like a Jaguar.

But he's the only one that had motive, means, and opportunity.

Can the service station attendant identify him?

Not exactly.

He remembers there was a man driving the car. He thinks.

Well, could it have been the girlfriend wearing a cap trying to look like a man?

Kendra Masterson would never look like a man, believe me.

He's right about that.

Besides, I checked the hotel records.

At 1 .45, Kendra called room service and ordered ice cream.

Now, the room service waiter definitely remembers that she was there when he

delivered the ice cream at 2 o 'clock.

She appeared, however, to have been alone.

Roger wasn't there?

He could have been in the bathroom, and that's what she told the waiter, but

everything points to Roger.

If Roger was there, she could have had an accomplice.

And found a way to slip them the car keys and the credit card.

It's not impossible.

Does Roger know she's going to testify against him?

I'll kill her.

Mr. Andrews. I'll kill her.

I give her half a million dollars and she signs a statement saying I killed my

wife?

I will kill her.

You gave her half a million dollars?

Get her in here. I will choke the truth out of her.

Mr. Andrews, I think it would be better if you didn't use words like I'll kill

her. You think I won't?

I'm about to be tried and executed for something I did not do.

I did not leave that hotel room.

I didn't kill my wife.

Was Kendra in that room all night? She didn't leave for a couple of hours?

No, she didn't. And I won't say she did just to put the blame on her.

May I ask why you gave her the half a million dollars?

$500 ,000?

Roger Andrews, out of the goodness of his heart, gave me $500 ,000?

That's what he said.

And you believed him?

I mean, do you know anything about multimillionaire Roger Andrews, about

charity in his heart?

You said it was for your brother. You told me it was to pay for his care in a

mental hospital.

I don't even have a brother, much less one in a loony bin.

Well, it would be easy to check something like that out.

Well, you can check all you want.

You can't find a brother I don't have. Thank you. No, I meant the money.

The bank will have a record of that.

Unless it was a cashier's check.

Even so, for such a large amount.

What did you do? Put it in your own checking account?

He told me it was an early wedding present.

Did you know that he'd asked me to marry him?

Well, I'm not surprised. You're a very beautiful young lady.

And of course I believe you. It was a wedding present.

The trouble is, I'm afraid a jury might see that as a bribe.

For what?

You mean to lie?

You think I'd lie for him?

You did, at first.

Yeah, but that was different.

That wasn't exactly lying. I thought that he was innocent then.

I mean, afterwards... Look, Dr.

Sloan. I was deeply in love with Roger. He promised he was going to divorce his

wife from me.

But his inner demon obviously got the better of him, and he killed her

I mean, this whole thing has been a nightmare for me.

Why didn't you tell the police about the money?

Because I was scared that they'd think what you thought, that it was a bribe,

and that I'd be some accessory after the fact.

Isn't that what they call it?

That's what the law calls it.

I was scared they'd take the money away from me.

I was going to leave Los Angeles, leave these memories, and start over fresh

someplace else where no one knows anything about this.

And I know it was selfish.

But understandable.

I have the money.

It's in a safe place.

But until someone tells me I have to give it back, I'm not telling anyone

it is.

Well...

Oh, excuse me. Oh, bless you.

These darn allergies. This time of year, they're just murder.

What do you take for yours?

Oh, I don't have any allergies.

Oh, I thought that inhaler on the table was yours.

Oh, that's a friend of mine's. She must have left it when she was here last

week.

Well, this takes long. I need to get back home in time for more stories.

You have stories?

The bold and the beautiful, young and the restless?

Soap operas.

Uh -huh, that's right.

No, this shouldn't take long at all.

Um, I understand that Jake Myers is one of your tenants.

Oh, Jake's such a nice boy, don't you think?

I've always taken a special interest in Jake.

Why is that?

Well, for one thing, he's dreamy and he reminds me of Thorne.

Thorne? On my stories, the minute I laid eyes on him, I thought he is the

fitting image of Thorne.

Of course, Thorne's leaving his wife, causing her to turn to drink.

You don't think Jake is anything like that? Oh, of course not.

Jake's a hunk, but he has a heart.

He always carries my groceries in from the car for me. Even when he's wheezing,

you know he has allergies.

No, I do.

Poor thing.

I can't even imagine the boxes of tissues he must go through.

Have you seen him around in the last few days?

You know, come to think of it, I don't think so.

Oh. Maybe he's gone for a long weekend with that flashy little number of his.

That would be his girlfriend?

Oh, if you ask me, she'd all show big toothy grin.

I'll never understand why these girls insist on wearing these stiffy little

black dresses displaying far too much of you -know -what to the world.

Not like his other one.

The other one?

Jake's other lady friend.

Now she's all style and good taste.

Older.

but with a darling figure for a woman nearing that certain age.

Do you, uh, know this woman?

Yes, of course. That's the one. See what I mean by style and good taste?

She must have been by, oh, five or six times over the last month or so. Oh,

never forget the day the two of them missed each other by about a minute and

half. I'm sure if the two of them had met, there would have been a terrible

catfight like the one between Macy and Brooke about a couple of months ago

Your story. That's right.

He's dead now.

Unfortunately, we couldn't find the $500 ,000 or Jake Myers.

So Kendra didn't deposit the money into the bank.

She said she put it in a safe place.

I think she gave it to Jake. So you're thinking that Kendra and Jake killed

Lana? In frame Roger, yeah.

But why?

If Kendra wanted that money, she could have stayed with Roger.

But not if she wanted to run away with Jake.

Still, why kill Lana and frame Roger? It seems to me they'd have a pretty tough

time getting their hands on that money if he were sitting in jail.

Yeah, that's where I think she was very, very clever. She obviously got that

money from him before he was arrested, intimating that maybe she wouldn't back

up his story unless he paid her off.

Then, when she got the money, she made it look like he was bribing her.

How do people come up with these schemes?

Dr. Sloan?

Yes, Steve?

Dad, I got a warrant to search Kendra's apartment.

I'll swing by and pick you up, all right? All right.

Police. Lieutenant B. Flo with the LAPD.

Why don't you yell a little louder than maybe one or two of my neighbors who

didn't hear you?

I have a warrant to search your apartment.

For what?

For an allergy inhalant and anything that might connect you with Jake Myers.

Who? Yes, sir.

Where is he?

I'm sorry, I don't know Jake Myers.

His landlady described you as his girlfriend.

Where's the money?

Jake having?

I was just on my way out to see a friend.

But unless you're willing to handcuff me and risk a lawsuit for Paul's arrest,

I'm leaving.

Where's the money, Kendra?

Don't forget to lock up on your way out.

Lieutenant?

Jag keys.

Looks like a duplicate.

I can put Jake Myers in Roger's car.

We've got him.

The body was badly burned, features unrecognizable, no fingerprints.

But the woman who drove her car off of Mulholland was definitely Kendra

Masterson. Are you positive?

Yes, we had to go to dental records to make a match, but we did fine when it

her. Well, then this doesn't make any sense at all.

Nothing about this case makes any sense.

Why would a woman commit a cold -blooded murder and then panic and commit

suicide? She knew we were on to her.

We had nothing definitive, and she knew that.

I suppose we can rule out sudden feelings of remorse.

Seems unlikely, but it could have been an accident.

Pretty coincidental.

Sloan here.

Uh -huh.

All right, thanks.

There's a missing persons report filed last night on Kendra Masterson. You

guess who filed it.

Jake Myers.

Not even close.

I'm sorry, where were we?

You were telling us that Kendra Masterson was a patient here?

Yes, she came to us about 18 months ago. You know, there must be two women with

the same name. The Kendra we knew had her own apartment.

We talked with her there several times in the last few weeks.

She could come and go as she pleased.

This is a private facility. Most of our clients are voluntary.

Kendra had psychological problems.

May I ask what kind?

May I ask if you have a court order?

At any rate, she preferred to work on her problems with our professionals

But she was absolutely free to leave at any time as long as she signed herself

out. Which she did last Friday.

No, she didn't.

That's why I was worried. She simply disappeared.

I thought she'd be back by morning, and when she wasn't, I called the police.

Unfortunately, I was too late.

Thank you.

This is Kendra's personal file.

I can't give you her medical records, but I don't see any harm in giving you

personal items.

That's her story she wrote.

Some watercolors.

It's a picture of her on Visitor's Day.

Who's that with her?

That's Keith Scott and his daughter, Beverly. He's a patient here, a stroke

victim.

Kendra took a liking to the Scotts.

She really looked forward to Beverly's visits.

Hey, Sloan.

I left a message on your desk. A police captain in Cairo.

Cairo? Egypt. Some museum opened up a crate, came upon a body. By it turned

to be one Jake Myers.

Jake? Thought you'd be interested in it.

My attorney tells me you think I'm innocent.

I do.

Well, then what am I still doing here?

The DA still thinks you're his man.

How does something like this happen? I am, I am completely innocent.

I'll call the Cairo police tomorrow. Maybe there's some clue on Jake.

You're saying that she killed Jake and shipped him to Egypt?

To keep him from talking, probably.

My guess is she didn't think the Egyptian authorities would be able to

him.

She kills two people, and then she kills herself.

Did you know that she'd been under psychiatric care for some time?

No. The head nurse at the sanitarium identified her.

This was in her file.

That's Keith Scott.

You know him? I don't believe this.

Talk to me, Roger.

I guess it turns out that I got what I deserved after all.

I had business dealings with Keith Scott.

Want to be a little more specific?

I destroyed his business. He had a stroke.

I lost track of what happened to him after that.

When we were here this morning, you identified a woman in this picture. Is

Kendra Masterson? Yes, that's right.

The young woman right there, that's Kendra Masterson. No, that's Beverly

I told you her father's a patient here. This is Kendra.

Does Beverly come to visit her father on a regular basis? She did until

recently. She gave us a cashier's check for his lifetime care.

The check?

For how much? Nearly $300 ,000.

And then she left the country.

When? That was shortly after Kendra's terrible accident, but she called.

Oh, in Alto Cafe, por favor.

Si, senor. Si.

Yes, hi, this is Beverly Scott. I'm calling for my father, please.

Miss Scott, thank God you've called. We've been trying to get a hold of you.

Is my father all right?

I'm afraid he's had some trouble. Well, what happened? It's pneumonia.

I'm sorry, but the doctors say it's very serious.

My God, I'm out of the country.

I'm going to try and get a flight out tonight. Please tell him I will be there

as soon as I can.

I'll tell him.

I know he wants to see you.

Thank you.

Hello, Daddy.

So...

I borrowed an apartment from a woman that I met at my father's hospital.

She gave me permission. It was no big deal.

Now she's dead, too.

Did you hurt your wrist jumping out of the car at the last minute before you

sent Kendra over the edge to her death?

I'm going to see my father now.

You know, the museum in Cairo was a little unhappy when they unpacked that

sarcophagus and found Jake's body in there.

You know, it's an interesting thing. You know those rubber aprons they wear when

they're working around a lot of dust?

It turns out that rubber retains a fingerprint very, very well.

In fact, the Egyptian authorities lifted a partial fingerprint off that apron,

and it matches yours.

Oh, you're bluffing.

Beverly Scott, you're under arrest for the murders of Lana Andrews, Dick Myers,

and Kendra Masters.

You're going to read your rights.

I want it from my father.

Daddy? I am so sorry.

I'm not going to be able to see you for a while.

But I love you.

I love you very much.

So are you sure this is the way it was, huh?

Maybe better.

Got this one painting here left to hang.

My mom gave you that, didn't she? Oh, yeah, before you were born. A lot of

people thought it was kind of corny, but it means something to me.

You know what?

All this stuff should be over there.

That's it.

Steve?

Why do you mean right now?

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