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Hah!

You cannot possibly believe that
a dog is capable of murder!

Selfish relatives. All they ever
wanted from him was his money.

This is insane. Teddy's a dog!

Teddy's gone completely mad.
He went for my horse and then me.

Oh, my God. There goes the will!
Over my dead body it does!

I have little use for theories,
private or otherwise.

My first real ghost and
no one will believe me.

Which means that the killer had
to be someone in this house.

That's the kind of thing
I have in mind.

Well, how about a toast for later?

Anthony, we're awfully sorry your wife
couldn't make it. Aren't we, Trish?

Pay no attention to my brother.

Now that Spence is unemployed,

he can't bear to see anyone
having a good time.

Matter of fact...

Oh, Trish.
Don't be flattered.

She says that to all the boys.
Oh, Spence, stuff it!

Are we having a good fight? Echo,
why don't you go play with

your electronic toys like
a good little girl?

My little niece here is
into electronic music.

Tweeters, woofers, heavy metal.

It still sounds like cats in heat.

And so do you, Aunt Trish.
[Spencer] Ladies, please.

Please, let's pretend to be civilized,

if not for my sake, at
least for Father's.

Come along, Anthony.

Whatever will she do

if the world runs out of married men?

Well, laugh all you like,

but your aunt desperately
needs treatment.

Who needs treatment, dear brother?

My astral projectionist puts all
these phony psychiatrists to shame.

Morgana, try to pretend like
you're on the same planet.

At least today.

[Denton] Now, there's a painter
who knew his horseflesh.

Look at those withers.

Not that I spend a lot
of time eyeing horses.

Careful, Denton.
They warned me about you.

Good, good.
My reputation's well-earned.

To life...

love, and a nice set of withers.

Let's freshen up that drink.

You know,
I never realized a hunt breakfast

required so much, uh,
liquid refreshment.

Only way to get those milksops
over the first fence.

Tom.
Eh, good morning.

Tom, meet Jessica Fletcher.
She's here for a visit.

Sharing the cottage with her cousin.

Jessica, my old drinking buddy,
Tom Cassidy. Well--

How do you do? Abby's told me a
lot about you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Great honor to meet a
world-famous writer.

Oh, but an infamous rider,
I'm afraid.

Oh, and please call me Jessica.

Don't go sweet on him, Jess.
I'm the one with the bucks.

All poor Tom's got is that
miserable 600 acres next door.

Aw, poor me.
Can I get you a refill?

Oh, uh, another one of these.
Thank you. Coffee.

Morning, Abby.
Hello.

Just trying to soften up your
cousin with a few drinks.

But gettin' nowhere. Now,
Denton, don't be an old lech.

Oh, isn't she wonderful?

She expects an old fellow like
me to start an orgy right away!

You're always making fun of me.

How am I supposed to get any work done?

You've trained every other
animal on this place.

I guess all we've got left is Denton.

She'll have my Guernseys jumping
through hoops before that happens.

Well, how about a toast?

A toast!
What a marvelous idea.

To Father, on his 80th birthday.

And many more, Daddy.
Where's that damn dog of mine?

Teddy!

Oh.

Come on, Teddy.

Teddy. Teddy. Ladies and
gentlemen, to horse.

Good morning, Spence.

Trish, you shouldn't be
riding in your condition.

It's dangerous to the horse.

Go away. Why don't you
go kiss up to Father

while you've got the chance?

The day he goes, honey, so do you.

What was that all about?

Around here, some of the real
beasts walk on two legs.

[Denton] Jessica, Abby, over here.

Ladies, I've picked out
your horses for you.

Oh, well, this old gray
looks just about my speed.

Sawdust? He's too ancient
for anyone but me.

Hasn't broken out of a trot in years.

Barnes, we're ready to go.

Open the gates!

Very good, sir.

Why don't you go ahead?

It can't be much fun poking along
with an old fellow like me.

I wish you'd stop calling yourself old.

Ahh, if I were 30 years younger...

Hee-yah! Hee-yah!

Sawdust! S-Sawdust!

Whoa! Easy, boy!

[Abby] Denton!

Whoa! Damn it!

[Abby] Denton!
Help him! Rein him in!

Hah!

Whoa! Damn it!

Tallyho!

[Denton grunts Abby] Denton! Denton!

Anything I can do for
you, Mrs. Fletcher?

That's very kind, but I'll
look after my cousin.

Oh, Tom.

Let's go sit down, huh?

Terrible accident, Tom.
Just terrible.

But the old boy had a full life.

I don't think he wanted
to take that jump.

I know he didn't. He was under
doctor's orders to take it easy.

Well, Denton was always a wild one.

I guess he just got carried away
with the excitement, Ms.--

Fletcher. He was carried away,
all right, by a runaway horse.

Are you the vet?
Yes, ma'am.

[Tom] Found the horse yet? He's
halfway to the next county by now,

but he'll come home when
he calms down a bit.

Look, I don't want to be
a pest about this, but

isn't there a test that could
be made on the horse?

Test?

Jessica and Abby saw that horse

take off like Seabiscuit
comin' down the homestretch.

That doesn't sound like Sawdust.

A calm, old horse like that
doesn't suddenly go wild.

Just what are you suggesting, foul play?

[Jessica] I was so certain

there was something
wrong with that horse.

I feel so foolish.
But tests don't lie.

Don't they? It was hours
before they found him.

And there are drugs that leave no trace.

Abby. It's wrong,
Jess! His death is wrong.

He was such a wonderful person.

But he was so unhappy underneath it all.

Because of them, those
selfish relatives.

All they ever wanted
from him was his money.

And now they'll get it.

I wouldn't put it past any of them.

Abby, I know how you felt about him.

What do you mean?

Abby.

I... admired him very much.

Would you like me to stay here
with you a little longer?

Would you, Jess?

Oh, just till after the will is read.

I'd just feel so much
better if you were here.

Oh, of course.

You could add some orange juice
to that and call it breakfast.

Where is Boswell? He should have
been here three minutes ago.

You're not nervous, are you, little
sister? You're breaking out.

I-- I keep thinkin'--
What?

Father's gonna pull a fast
one? Don't be ridiculous.

Have you noticed who's not here, Spence?

"Miss Stable Nanny."
Abby?

No.

- No, he wouldn't--
- [Morgana] Spencer!

What now, Morgana?
Spence, the tea leaves!

Look.
Yes?

But don't you see?
See what?

Oh, for God's sakes.

Spencer.

Please accept my heartfelt sympathy.

Greenville won't be the same without
Denton Langley. Thank you, Marcus.

We're all devastated by the loss.

Oh, hello there, Echo.

I-- I'm sorry that we have to meet
again under such sad circumstances.

Funny. That's what the undertaker said.

Yes.

Well, as Denton's attorney,
I'd best get down to business.

What's that, a movie?

No, Trish. This is, uh, the
latest in will technology.

[Denton on TV]
Greetings, friends... and kinfolk.

I went to a lot of trouble putting
this little show together,

so I hope you all enjoy it.

By the way, this is all legal as hell,

so don't get any funny ideas.

Since I know you're all
there, waiting breathlessly,

I think I'll prolong the suspense

with a parting word to each of you.

Spencer, it's too bad they
keep blowing up your clients.

But I never thought lobbying for
dictators a decent job for you.

But then, what is?

As for you, baby Trish,

you were always your
mother's spoiled child.

I'm glad she can't see you now,

guzzling martinis the way you
used to suck up root beer,

collecting men instead of dolls.

Find a nicer hobby, honey.

This one's not only
unseemly, it's dangerous.

Morgana, you're not a bad woman.

You've just got no common sense.

Come in out of your fantasy world

and face your problems,

such as that mixed-up daughter of yours.

Hello, Echo.

Is there something stirring underneath
that unique haircut of yours?

You'll never know, old man.

Well, so much for fond
farewells. Now to business.

Boswell's got the usual "sound mind"
claptrap written down someplace.

So, here's what you all came for.

I know my old friend
Tom is here.

Tom, boy,
I'm going to miss you.

Remember that old shotgun
you always liked?

Well, it's yours.

There's a cash gift for
each of the staff.

Barnes gets something extra for
guarding all the paintings.

By the way, those now go
to the National Gallery.

That's right, children.

A fast three million in oils

now on their way to Washington.

The rest of my estate,

built with my brains and my sweat,

comes to about 15 million.

It takes a sound mind and good
judgment to handle that much money.

Maybe even a good nature.
So that lets out all of you.

Therefore, except for a
modest family trust,

the whole shebang

goes to my faithful
friend and companion...

Teddy.

Of all the dirty tricks!
Damn it, Boswell!

I may faint. This is
insane! Teddy's a dog!

Boswell, we're gonna break
that will. Oh, no!

No, no. I'm afraid you
won't break the will.

You see,
I helped him write it.

There's a clause here that if you challenge
it, it cuts you out completely.

- [Boswell] Oh, don't even consider that.

If Teddy dies of anything
but natural causes,

every dime goes to the SPCA.

Hello? Ethan?

Ethan, it looks like I may not
be home for a few more days.

Well, Abby is very upset.

Well, she's convinced that
someone murdered Denton.

Well, I'm afraid she
just might be right.

No, no. Your reins are far too tight.

A pat on the head is more effective
than a kick in the teeth.

Don't give me any ideas. Young lady, it's
high time you learned some manners.

It's high time you learned your place!

If you think you're going to chase
me away, Trish, you're wrong.

That's enough, Abby! You're here to
train the horse, not the rider!

Spencer, I want her off the
property... immediately.

You're not my employer-- either of you.

Teddy is! Only Marcus
Boswell can fire me.

And I have no intention of leaving till
I find out what really happened here!

You've been making some very serious
accusations, Miss Freestone.

If I were you, I'd be careful.
Very careful!

You really should be careful,
Abby. I'm not afraid of Spencer.

I was thinking more of Trish.

Her Gemini is in the ascendant.

Your Capricorn is at a very low ebb.

And last night,

three owls were seen
in a black oak tree.

Am I supposed to be frightened by that?

The signs are there for the reading.

What are you doing to
that dog? Teddy, sit!

Sit!

Good boy! Sit!

That damned dog has got to be put down!

Spencer, what happened?
Teddy's gone completely mad!

He went for my horse and then me.

Which showed perfectly good sense.

Giving this stuff to a dog is like
feeding locoweed to a horse.

Uh, excuse me, but whatever that is,

would it have the same
effect on a horse?

You mean Sawdust? No,
I found no trace in the horse.

So, who'd he bite? No one. Spencer
and his horse weren't even touched.

I'm sorry, Miss Abby,
but he bit something.

There's blood all over his collar.

That's the dog, Sheriff!
Are you sure?

I swear to it!
He got me down, tore my arm!

He oughta be put away!
I agree!

You would.

Abby?
Marcus Boswell here.

Yes, Mr. Boswell.

Well, it took my entire bag of tricks

to get Teddy released on
his own recognizance.

You can pick him up at the sheriff's
office anytime you want.

Thank heavens.

And you'll be happy to
know he wasn't rabid.

Are they sure?
They're positive.

Potts hasn't died.

Well, thanks so much,
Mr. Boswell.

Teddy's coming home.

Abby, I really think you should
come back with me to Maine.

The maples are turning, and it's so--

Jessica, please don't treat
me like a mental patient.

Well, you must admit
you're not yourself.

Isn't that understandable,
with a murderer on the loose?

Well, we simply have no proof
one way or the other.

And that's what's so
unsettling for both of us.

Abby, tell me about this man Potts.

He's a notorious liar.
Oh, I gathered that.

Maybe what he really wants

is to win a big lawsuit
against the Langley estate.

Oh, how awful.
He might start an epidemic.

You know, I think we should
talk to Mr. Boswell.

Mmm, he seems to have done very
well by the Langley estate.

Face it, Marcus,

I could drive a freight train
through that loophole.

Well, Abby, Miss Fletcher.

Yes, but have your clients
considered the risks first, Gary?

You know, it could be a
long and bloody battle.

Let's, uh-- Let's hit the ball
around next time I'm in DC.

Hello.

Good-bye, Marcus.

Morgana.

Well, uh, ladies, please.
Oh.

Thank you.
Mr. Boswell, it's your broker.

It's the third time he's called today.

Tell him I'm tied up, please.

Come in. Come in.
Thanks.

Sit down, please.

Ah, I assume that this means

Morgana plans to challenge
Denton's will.

Yes. Yes. Afraid so.
They're all in on it.

And the gentleman from DC?

Gary Deems.

His specialty is breaking wills.

But, uh, ladies, don't
you worry about that.

I may be a country boy, but, uh,

I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Now, what can I do for the two of you?

Oh, uh, I beg your pardon,
the three of you.

I can't get used to a
client who doesn't talk.

Well, we're actually curious
about that man Potts.

Has he filed a suit against Teddy?

Yes, well, he's making noises,

but I intend to head him off.

I intend that every quick-draw
attorney around here

is gonna know that this
dog is no pussycat.

That right, Teddy?

But Mr. Boswell, just how
vulnerable is the will?

Well, a good will can stand up
to famine, fire, pestilence.

But, uh-- But Mr. Deems
has found a loophole?

More like a rathole!

Yes, you see, his-- his angle is

the question of "sound mind."

Well, nonsense. Denton Langley's
mind was as sound as anyone's.

Oh, yes! Yes, I know
about Denton's mind,

but, uh, what about his?

Teddy? Yes, you see, if a court declares

that dog mentally incompetent--

That's ridiculous. Yes, of
course it's ridiculous,

but it might take a lot of
years in court to prove it.

Excuse me.

- Yes?
- I'm sorry, sir.

It's your broker.
He insists on speaking to you.

Put him on.

Hey, Jim boy.

How you doin', you old son of a gun?

Is that right?

Uh-huh.

Yes. Well, you know
I'm already up to--

All right, Jim boy,
I'll get you a check off today.

Mm-hmm. Yes. Yes. And this time
I'll even put a stamp on it.

So long.

Ladies, never, never...

buy any stock touted by Spencer Langley.

Dumbest thing I ever did.

My only consolation is that he
bought even more of it himself.

Oh? Spencer's in debt?

Right up to his Adam's apple.

Back again.
Just like clockwork.

You know you're safe in
here, don't ya, hmm?

I'm gonna miss ya, Teddy.

When those paintings go
next week, so do I.

[Teddy whimpering] Here comes trouble.

Oh, that darn fool Trish.

She shouldn't be allowed to drive.

Some night, she's gonna
smack into the gate.

Sh-She can hardly stand up.

Drunk again.

Well, I-- I'd better see
if she's all right.

A wonder she got home in one piece.

Okay, Teddy Watch the place
while I'm gone, huh?

What the--

Oh, my God.

Trish! Get up! Get up!

Be skeptical. Say I'm crazy.
But I really saw it.

What, the accident?
No.

My dear sister's ghost rising
up from her earthly form...

and crying like a mourning dove.

Mother, you're just upset.
Of course, I'm upset.

Wouldn't you be if you'd just
seen Trish's spirit take wing?

Mighty strange hour to be lookin'
out windows, Ms. Cramer.

I'm often up at night.
My aura thrives on moonlight.

I heard a car horn, so I looked out.

My bedroom has the only
clear view of the gate.

My first real ghost, and
no one will believe me.

This is a tragedy, an awful tragedy.

Yes, just awful.

I'm sorry to hear about Trish.
I came as soon as I could.

Sheriff.

Well, now that everybody's here,

maybe I can ask a few questions.

Really? Excuse me.

Sheriff, I think we should all hear

what your deputy had to say.

Well, up in the security room,

there's this button
that closes the gate.

And whoever pushed that
button killed your sister.

Turns out the killer left
a print. A fingerprint?

I didn't say that.

Near as we can tell, it's
more like a paw print.

Well, that's absurd! Oh, my
God! There goes the will!

Over my dead body it does!

First he attacks Potts,
now he's murdered Trish!

That dog has got to go! Oh,
wouldn't that be convenient!

All right, everybody, just hush.

Uh, Sheriff, you cannot possibly believe

that a dog is capable of murder!

Well, of course not.
He'd have to be trained.

Oh.

Mrs. Fletcher, I just heard.

It came over the
Sheriff's band on my CB.

How's the, uh--
How's the family taking it?

About what you'd expect,
I'm afraid.

Hmm. Well, I'll run up there

and see if there's anything I can do.

Here, Will, let me help
you to fold that.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, am I glad to see you.

Sure needs a lady's touch.
It is Will, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am. Will Roxie.
Mm-hmm.

I tell ya, my wife would give her
eyeteeth for that. It's beautiful.

How strange.

Now, this is a new coat,

but the seams are split
just like my car coat.

Seems a shame.

It seems like you brought
everything but the helicopter.

Yes, ma'am. It's not often we get
to use the sheriff's new gizmos.

Who are all those men?
Ah, Sheriff's posse.

They're all dressed up
with nobody to chase.

I guess I'll set 'em to
combing the grounds.

Sounds like an excellent idea.

Will, I hope you don't mind if
I just sort of poke around.

Oh, no, ma'am.
Feel free.

And that's all I know.

The door to this room locks.
It automatically locks.

I've got the only key.

And when you left,
Teddy was alone in this room?

Was there any sign of any
tampering with the door?

No. No. Do you really think
Teddy pushed that button?

Oh, yes.
Yes, I'm quite sure of it.

Mr. Barnes, you say
your view of the gate

was obstructed at one point.

I wonder, did you hear anything unusual?

No, ma'am.
Just the usual.

Crickets, a night bird calling.

Could you show me the
way to Morgana's room?

Just as I suspected.
Under stress,

the English always head for the teapot.

Can I have a cup too?
Yes, have this one.

Thanks. Well, the patients are
screamin' for their medicine.

I'm in charge of the ice brigade.

We've got plenty here.
The ice bucket's up there.

Oh, yes.

I tell ya, ladies. I will be
glad when this night's over.

Oh, dear, Mr. Boswell.

You have a nasty grease
mark on your trousers.

[Boswell] Well, now,
isn't that wonderful?

I had a flat on the way over here.

I guess I got some grease off the jack.

A flat?
How far from the house?

Oh, a half mile.

And how long did you stop?

I don't know.
Maybe 20 minutes.

So, someone leaving here would
have to pass you on their way?

Say, that-- Now, that's right.

But nobody came by.

Which means that the killer had to be

someone in this house.
I knew it.

How about the ice?

Yes.

You know, I have something that'll
take that grease right off there.

Oh, that's all right,
Mrs. Fletcher.

These-- These trousers
need cleanin' anyway.

First Denton, then Trish.

Jessica, you weren't in there

when they practically accused me

of training Teddy to kill.

Well, you didn't do it. But
somebody else might have done it.

Abby, how do you go about training
a dog to press a button?

Oh, endless repetition.

You could train him to
respond to a vocal command.

You know, "Teddy, push! Good
boy." No, it's too risky.

I mean, someone would have
to turn on the intercom,

and they'd recognize the voice.

Is there any other way?
Well, any sort of sound,

as long as the dog learned
to recognize it.

Um, snapping fingers, a whistle--

Whistle! That's the kind
of thing I have in mind.

What is it? You've figured
something out, haven't you?

No. Well, I'm not sure.

I'm telling you, Sheriff.
Whoever is responsible

will never get away
with framing that dog.

If that's an accusation,
Boswell, be rather careful,

because I know a thing or
two about slander laws.

Spencer, why don't you
sit down and be quiet?

[Boswell] Let me tell you
something, Spencer.

You are talkin' about a perfectly
normal dog as if he's possessed!

You've been seeing too many
Stephen King movies. Oh, no.

There is such a thing as possession.

So, you all thought you could
get away with murder!

Well, think again, because my
cousin has worked it all out!

Go on. Tell them, Jessica.
Abby!

I wanted to talk to the
sheriff about it privately.

Got it all worked out, eh?

Let us all in on it. Well, uh,
I-I, uh, only have a theory.

Splendid! Do tell us all,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I-- Sheriff,
I do think that you and I

should discuss it together.

I mean, it-- it's just a guess.

Mrs. Fletcher, I have little use for
theories, private or otherwise.

Now, you got an idea,
tell us all about it.

Well, uh, I believe that it--

It could have happened like this.

Now, Trish came home
at 2:00 a.m.

Reckless driving made her
Mercedes swing wide on the turn

and come to a sudden, screeching halt.

Now, someone got out of the car

and pushed the intercom buzzer.

Barnes looked into his monitor

and saw someone outlined
against the headlights.

But no one spoke into the intercom.

Barnes assumed it was
Trish, so opened the gate.

Barnes went out to pick her up.

The door closed and locked behind him.

But Teddy was alone in the room.

Now, Barnes couldn't see
the gate from the drive,

but Morgana could...

from her window.

I didn't know what to do.
I pounded on Spencer's door,

but he didn't answer.

I'm a heavy sleeper.
You know that.

I saw her spirit!
I swear!

Oh, you saw something, all right,

or rather, someone, the murderer.

I don't understand.

You saw a coated figure rise up

before the gate closed.

But who was it?

Now, at that time, you had no way of
knowing that your sister would die.

It was only later that you interpreted

what you saw as a ghost.

Now, I believe that Trish
was still inside the car,

that she was either
unconscious or drunk.

I think the killer drove her home,

deliberately swerving along the road

to make it look like drunk driving.

Then the murderer put on her coat.

It was a safe disguise.

In that light, Barnes could only
see the coat, not the face.

It's guesswork.
Makes sense to me.

Trish's new coat was split at the seams.

Now, I believe that the killer tore it

when he or she put it on quickly.

And then the killer put
the coat back on Trish?

Right. Once Trish was laid
back in the path of the gate,

it was only a matter of giving the
signal to Teddy over the intercom,

disappearing before
Barnes came into view.

And Teddy?

The murderer must have trained him

to scratch on the door of the
security room every night.

That same person taught
him to press the button

when he heard a special sound.

Like a whistle?
Possibly.

One like this?
Got some initials on it too.

Is there an "A.B.F."
in the house?

Abigail Benton Freestone.

Fact is, we found it
down near the driveway.

Well, of course,
I'm innocent. I was framed.

Oh, I know they all say that.

But do I strike you as a violent person?

This whole ghastly ordeal
has knocked me for a loop.

But you know how it feels.

Well, first of all, Sheriff,
she's got no motive.

Well, I hear Miss Freestone
had a thing for the old man.

Till Trish put a stop to it.

Sheriff, I don't know what the
voters of this county see in you,

but I know what I see,

a man of limited vision

saddled with a gossipmonger's mentality.

That's fancy talk, ma'am.

But it only adds up to
one thing, you're kin.

And you're playing right
into their hands, Sheriff.

Now, you've already
locked up Teddy here.

Now-- Now maybe he
bumped off Denton too?

Yes! What about
Denton's death?

Isn't it a little strange that
there've been two deaths

in the Langley family in one week?

You're wasting your breath.

Friday's the inquest.
Till then,

the dog is an accessory after the fact.

And Denton Langley's death was
accidental, pure and simple.

And Mrs. Fletcher, thank you
so much for your help.

Oh, thanks for the ride.

You're welcome, Mrs. Fletcher.

Say, uh, you sure you don't want
me to take you on up to the gate?

You got about a half a
mile to go, you know.

Oh, no, this is fine.

I need the exercise, and
some time to think.

Be careful.

Well, howdy, Mrs. Fletcher.
Out for a walk? Morning, Will.

Mmm, everything smells so
sweet after the rain.

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, excuse me.
You looking for something?

Well, actually, I was--
I was just thinking.

You wouldn't happen to have

one of the sheriff's new metal
detectors with you, would you?

No, ma'am.
But I could get one.

Tryin' to find somethin' in particular?

Bicycle clip.
Plain, ordinary bicycle clip.

Bicycle clip?

Don't worry,
Will. You'll know it when you see it.

Good morning, Echo.
Good morning.

Have you seen Spencer?
His horse is gone.

No, I haven't seen my uncle.
Where are you going?

I'm going to go see a
man about a dog bite.

Which way to the Potts farm?
It's that way.

Ah, thank you.

[Jessica] The bandage. I thought so.

I took the liberty of putting
your horse in the stable.

Potts!

I should've never listened to
you and your crazy ideas!

You didn't actually think you could
get away with drugging Teddy

and having that man fake an injury?

Having the dog destroyed seemed the
surest way of breaking the will.

We'll go to jail!
Unless we shut her up.

Oh, don't be absurd.
You men aren't killers.

You'll get off lightly if
you confess to fraud.

Confess? Oh, no, ma'am.

I've been to jail once,
and I ain't goin' again.

Oh, Mr. Potts, believe me.

When I reveal who killed Trish,

your little scheme will
hardly be noticed.

Do you know who did it?
Yes, Mr. Langley.

I knew just as soon as I
stopped looking at the crime

the way the murderer
wanted me to look at it.

You have to explain that. She's just
tryin' to talk her way out of this!

I say we plant her out
there in the orchard.

Potts, stop acting like
a damned hillbilly.

The sheriff has just informed me

of a little matter involving
Spencer Langley...

and his accomplice, Asa Potts.

Off the record, Spencer,
you've been a stupid ass.

Well, let's get down to business.

What in blazes is that?

Oh, uh, part of my presentation, sir.

So be it.
Uh, Ms. Fletcher here

will be starting off this
inquest as Amicus curiae.

For you yahoos in the back, that
means "friend of the court."

Thank you. I do feel a little
silly standing up here.

I hope I don't sound too
much like a schoolteacher.

Uh, to keep this short, I'm only
going to call one witness, Teddy.

Now, this is the gate
button that Teddy pushed

the night that Trish Langley was killed.

This is Abby Freestone's whistle,

which the sheriff found near the gate.

He believes that Abby used it that night

to command Teddy to push the button.

Would you blow this, please, Will?

[Teddy whimpering] This is
an ultrasonic whistle,

audible only to a dog.

Now, please, go into the hall, Will,

and blow into the intercom that
is connected to this one.

[Will on intercom] I blew into this
end just like you said, ma'am.

Thank you, Will.

Even Teddy's sensitive ears
couldn't hear it this time.

Why not? Because that whistle is
above the range of any loudspeaker.

Therefore, it couldn't have
been the killer's signal.

Could I ask someone a
question, Mr. Coroner?

Please, Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Barnes,

do you remember hearing
any unusual noise

outside the gate that night?

Ah, you already asked
me that once, ma'am.

Like I told you, just some crickets.
And a night bird calling.

Yes, a night bird.
A mockingbird.

That's mostly what we got around here.

Morgana said she saw her sister's
spirit rise with the call of a bird.

Now, I believe that the call was the
same one that Mr. Barnes heard.

Well, what's the point?
I'm sorry.

I-- I guess
I'm not making myself clear.

I'm trying to tie everything together.

You see, Denton's death,
the inheritance,

the attempts to-- to eliminate Teddy.

You see, the facts do fit.

Denton had to die.
Teddy had to be discredited.

Now, the Sheriff has
Spencer's confession.

And I think that his
scheme against Teddy

provided the opportunity
for Trish's murder.

The perfect opportunity to
kill and avoid exposure.

Everyone would connect the murder
with the attempt on Teddy.

But they were two separate crimes.

Now, for the motive.
$15 million worth of it,

if you expected to inherit.

But suppose we look a little further

to somebody who never
expected to inherit.

Somebody deeply in debt

through bad investments.

Someone who needed an income

that a lengthy litigation
would bring him.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

That's irrelevant, immaterial
and just plain inane.

Is it, Mr. Boswell?
You had access to Teddy.

And you had a pressing need for money.

I wouldn't go too far,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, but you did go too far,

when you persuaded Trish to
dope her father's horse.

Why did she do it?

For the millions that she
couldn't wait to inherit.

But she didn't get anything in the will.

Oh, but I suspect she was
told that she would

by the one person who had seen the will.

Imagine her surprise when
she saw that videotape.

You have a remarkable imagination.

Trish must have been furious,

perhaps even made threats.

But you'd planned for that eventuality.

A quiet meeting that
night, a few drinks,

some promises, a blow on the head.

Teddy was ready.
You'd trained him in advance.

Please.
Please, please, please.

Now, my-- my friends and neighbors
know me better than that.

They do not believe one
word of this poppycock.

Do you own a bicycle? Yes,
I do. So do lots of other people.

Do you ever ride out
by the Langley Manor?

Sometimes. What about the
night that Trish died?

No!

Then why was this bicycle clip

picked up half a mile
from the manor gate?

That bicycle clip could
belong to anybody.

Now, Mr. Coroner,

how long are we gonna entertain

this, uh, comedy routine?

Till I'm satisfied,
Mr. Boswell.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher?

Trish's killer hid his bicycle along
the road earlier in the evening.

It would have been a quiet, perfect
means of leaving the scene,

if he hadn't lost his bicycle clip.

Without this clip,

he got that characteristic greasy mark

on his trouser from the chain,

the mark I saw on your cuff
the night of the murder.

I told you. I got that
mark changing a tire.

Not true. Two days ago,
I saw your tire tracks.

All of your tires were evenly worn.

So? Well, if your car
is like most people's,

the spare's never been out of the trunk.

It would have shown deep, new tread.

Not necessarily.

Why don't we look in the
trunk of your car?

Why don't we look in your closet
for your greasy trousers?

Will, are you still there?
Yes, ma'am.

Go ahead, please.

Why don't you feed him his treat?

Just like you did when you trained
him to help you to murder Trish.

Oh, Jessica, you were marvelous.

I don't know what Teddy and I
would have done without you.

Oh, you'd have managed. I bet you'll
be glad to get home to Kent.

Yes, far away from the Langley
clan. And Marcus Boswell.

I still don't understand why he did it.

Simple, Abby. He who controlled
the dog controlled the money.

And I bet he would have thought of
a hundred different, clever ways

to rake off all that he wanted.

His behavior was indefensible.
Mmm, not to a good lawyer.

Well, beautiful mornin'.
Isn't it? Teddy!

Tom, what's it like
managing a dog's finances?

Well, all that cash makes
me a little nervous.

But it's gonna go to a lot of folks
that need it more than we do.

And what about the clamoring relatives?

Well, either get a job or starve.

I know Teddy will be very
happy in his new home.

Well, we're not gonna
forget either one of you.

Come on, Teddy boy. Yes.

Time for you to get back to work.

Whoops.