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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Men fear him.
Women adore him.

Never heard of him. I'm
completely under his spell.

You really think
I might have killed the louse?

How did I get in the room?

A trapeze act?
What kind of a trapeze act?

I took my clothes off on a swing.
That doesn't make me a daredevil.

I'm not sorry he's dead, but
I didn't have to kill him.

I've got six witnesses, five suspects,
one very dead body and no case.

I... I wanna follow that
cream car. Climb aboard.

Ladies and gentlemen,

observe the power of hypnosis!

Now, volunteers, when I clap my hands,

you will each become
your favorite animal.

What have we here, a wounded elephant?

Phony.
Ah, come on, Bud.

The guy's a two-bit fraud.
You know that.

Stop!

And now, volunteers,
when I clap my hands,

you will each of you be yourself again,

but this time, totally naked!

Ladies and gentlemen,
the great Cagliostro!

Joe, I swear
I couldn't help myself.

Don't be ridiculous.
He uses hypnosis.

It's terrifying. I'm
completely under his spell.

Regina, do you think
I'm an idiot?

You can't make people do
things against their will,

even under hypnosis!

Not unless they really
deep down want to anyway.

I admit I... I was attracted to him,

but I... I never intended
to do anything about it.

Now he won't let me go.

Please, you've got to believe me, Joe.

Oh, my darling.

You won't have to worry
about Cagliostro anymore.

What are you gonna do?

I just signed the bum...

to a three-year,
million-dollar contract.

Well, if he thinks that entitles him to
bed privileges with my beautiful wife,

he's got a surprise in store for him.

Joe! Wait!

You won't be able to wear that.

Can't wear these great costumes.

Great audience, isn't it?
Yes. Wonderful crowd.

Enjoy it while you can, Cagliostro.
Tonight is your last performance.

Last performance?
What do you mean, old boy?

I want you out of this hotel tonight.

Let me remind you, Joe.
My contract entitles me to

a million dollars over three years,

whether I appear at your hotel or not.

Throwing you out on your
butt will be worth it.

I wouldn't try that, my friend.

It might cost you more than you
imagine, including the fair Regina.

Come on.

You're out, you hear me?
I'll get you, Cagliostro!

Here we are, Mrs. Fletcher.
A lakeside suite,1241.

Oh, that sounds fine. Uh, do you
need a credit card or something?

Oh, no, no. That won't be necessary.
We've arranged to bill your publisher.

Oh? Really? How nice.

Uh, I wonder if you could tell me
the room number of Miss Dean,

Marilyn Dean?

She's my editor.

Dean. Let me check.
Thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher.
There you are.

Joan, I didn't know you were coming.
I was so worried about you.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher. I don't
have Miss Dean registered.

Oh? Oh,
I guess I should have told you.

Uh, Marilyn won't be getting
here until tomorrow.

Oh.
Uh, Mrs. Fletcher, I'm sure

you're probably pretty tired,

and maybe a little hungry, and they've
got this terrific restaurant

right around the corner.

And I can tell you about my...
I mean our...

I... I mean Marilyn's
idea for your new book.

Uh, excuse me, Joan, but what
idea for what new book?

Anyway, Marilyn thinks
it's an absolutely

sensational backdrop for a mystery.

The master hypnotist with the...

With the art of illusion
to cloud men's minds.

Men fear him.
Women adore him.

Joan, forgive me, but I have
known Marilyn far too long...

to accept this idea as coming from her.

Now, that urgent telegram
summoning me to get here

may have been signed by her, but I
suspect that she did not send it.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.

I was afraid if I signed my
name you wouldn't come.

I mean, after all, who am I?
I'm just an assistant editor.

All I ever get to do is proofread.

Now I guess I won't even be doing that.

Why?

Because when Mr. Winfield
finds out what I did,

me and my blue pencil are
gonna be out on the street.

Now, Joan, you acted impetuously,
to say the very least,

but I'm certainly not going to
say anything to him about it.

Well, see, it's not that simple.

I sent him a telegram too.
Oh, dear.

I was so sure you'd flip
for Cagliostro, I...

I never even considered for a
minute that you'd hate the idea.

I've already seen his show five times.

Tonight I even taped it. I...

Oh, boy.

Well, now, that isn't
gonna solve anything.

Now, look, Joan,
I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

I'll remain here this evening.

Then tomorrow, you can
call up Mr. Winfield

and tell him that I wasn't the least bit
intrigued with this character of Cagliostro

and flew back to Maine.

Mrs. Fletcher, you're terrific.

I don't know how to thank you.

Well, just don't send
any more telegrams.

Oh, my gosh, there he is!

Cagliostro?

I think it was the lady

who was the elephant.

Yeah, the elephant lady was... Strange,
I've never heard of him.

Are you kidding? He's probably the
best hypnotist in the world.

He came from England several years ago.

And there's an exciting air
of mystery about his past,

but he won't divulge a bit of it.

Uh, sorry.

Let's order. I'm starved.

So am I.

Double Gibson, rocks.

Ah.

I'm still waiting for that
interview, Cagliostro.

Or do I simply call you "Amazing"?

Hey. Come on, Bud.

You know very well I never give
interviews, Mr. Michaels.

What's the matter?

Too many skeletons rattling
around in the closet?

What about Surrey Street?

Or what about the last time
you saw Reggie Downes?

Sir, you're disturbing us. Leave me
alone or I'll have Zack remove you.

You can remove me, all
right, Cagliostro.

Or whatever your name really is,

but you can't remove the truth.

I'm going to keep on digging.

Me and lots of other reporters.

There's too much dirt
under the carpet, fella.

It'll come out sooner or later!

[Cagliostro] Mr. Michaels,
I'm going to make you an offer.

Meet me in my suite in half an hour,

and I will give you every
detail of my past life.

Any other journalists that
care to attend are welcome.

You may print anything that you wish,

providing you can remember it.

What's that supposed to mean?

My one condition is that
I will hypnotize you first.

Proving what?

That if I am, as you say,
nothing but a charlatan,

you have nothing to worry about.

If, on the other hand, I am indeed
the world's greatest hypnotist,

I will accomplish what no
other hypnotist can do,

permanently prevent you from
remembering one word that you hear.

Now, accept my offer or leave me alone.

I don't believe it. I mean, you couldn't
write that scene if you tried.

I certainly couldn't.

Would you excuse me,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Uh, Joan. Joan, uh, wait.

Oh...

If he thinks he can get me
under his spell, he's crazy.

But you've gotta go, Bud.

Otherwise you'll look
like a fool or a coward.

You think I care what that creep thinks?

Let him stage his show.

Me, I... I'm going up to
my room and pass out.

Bud, please. Let me know
how it all turns out.

Me?
Yeah.

Yeah, you're taking my place.

Listen, Andy, your old man
was a hell of a newsman,

and you'll be one too.

Now, go round up some of the
local boys and call his bluff.

I'll see ya at breakfast.

[Joan] Mr. Cagliostro.
Yes?

I--I'm sorry to bother you, but I was
in the restaurant just now and--

And I thought you'd want to know
that a fabulously famous author

is staying in the hotel,

and... And I think maybe I can get her
to participate in your demonstration.

And just which fabulously
famous author would that be?

J.B. Fletcher, the mystery writer.

Mrs. Fletcher? Well,
I would be honored to have her attend.

We will begin promptly in 20 minutes.

Thanks. We'll be here.

Hello. Mrs. Fletcher, isn't it? Yes.

Well, I thought I recognized
you. I'm Andy Townsend.

I work for Bud Michaels, the columnist.

Well, I wouldn't expect you
to recognize his name

unless you buy your reading material
at the supermarket checkout counter.

Oh, I see.

Well, Mr. Townsend, I have a dire feeling
we're both in the same predicament.

I think my editor's assistant is trying to
wangle me into the same press session.

I guess you saw what happened.
Uh, pretty hard not to.

Well, I hope you will attend.

I managed to scare up a few
of the local reporters,

but having you in the group would
give it a real touch of class.

Well, thanks, but, uh,
I'm heading for my bed.

I'm going to go to sleep...
the old-fashioned way.

Good night.

It's you, isn't it?
I beg your pardon?

It is you!

Nurse Beecham! Oh,
I'd recognize you anyplace.

I watch Doctors After
Hours every afternoon.

You're my favorite character.

Look, I'm so sorry to disappoint
you, but I am not Nurse Beecham.

Oh, I understand.
Fans can be so bothersome.

It'll be our secret.
Well, that's very considerate,

but I assure you that my
name is J.B. Fletcher.

Oh, of course you are,
of course you are.

You know, the ladies in my bridge club
would be so thrilled to meet you.

It'll just take a minute.
They're right in at the crap table.

Uh, Mr. Townsend.
Mr. Townsend! Mr. Townsend!

Uh, look, I am a writer.

I wrote this book.

This is my picture.
I am J.B. Fletcher.

No, you're not!

Mrs. Fletcher!
Slow down.

I ran down the stairs.
The elevator's too slow.

Mrs. Fletcher, we're in. He's honored,
absolutely honored that you're coming.

Joan, I am not coming.

And I am not horning in on that charade.

But you've been invited.

I mean, you're a writer.
Aren't you the least bit curious?

Ah. Welcome, ladies and
gentlemen, welcome.

Sit down, please. Please,
make yourselves comfortable.

Uh, let me explain.

Mr. Michaels, the man for
whom this was arranged,

has not seen fit to join us tonight.

However, we do welcome
his representative.

Now, before we begin,
I'm going to ask all of you to relax.

Clear from your minds all
worries and anxieties, hmm?

You will only remember that you heard me

say important and revealing
things about myself,

but you will not remember what they are.

That memory will remain erased
from your mind for all time.

Very good.
You may lower your arms.

Now, my story begins in a
small flat in London,

not far from
Trafalgar Square, in 1972.

Sorry we're late. We just couldn't get
the elevator to move any faster.

I'm sorry, honey.
The show's already started.

Look, I couldn't open this door if
I wanted to. I don't have the key.

Mr. Cagliostro, you okay?

I didn't like the sound
of that. Mr. Cagliostro!

Mr. Cagliostro, everything all right?

What's going on here? Something's happened
inside and we... We can't get in.

Open up!

How do you like this one?

Six eye witnesses and they
can't tell me a thing.

Where the hell is that psychologist?

Yambert?
Should be here any minute.

I understand you were just outside when
the murder took place, Miss Fletcher.

Well, not exactly. I was outside
when the glass was broken.

And it's Mrs. Fletcher.

Did you see or hear anything that
might help to identify the killer?

I'm afraid not. It was all over
by the time we entered the room.

Are you staying here at
the hotel? Mmm-hmm.

Don't check out for the next few hours.

We'll be talking to you later.

Ma'am, this is a crime scene.

Please. Please don't
go wandering around.

Lieutenant, don't you
think that's curious?

What's that?
The hole in the glass.

I mean, it's too far from the lock
for a normal human being to reach,

unless they had a six-foot arm.

Yeah, of course.
Anybody can, uh, see that.

But then why break the glass?

Excuse me.

What do you think?

Uh, yeah, they're under.

I know that.
How do we get 'em out of it?

[Jessica] Perhaps I can help.

You're a hypnotist too?
No, no.

But a friend of mine taped
Cagliostro's show tonight,

and perhaps we could play back the part where
he brings the people out of the trance.

I mean, it might work
on the witnesses too.

[Cagliostro] When I count to
three and snap my fingers,

you will wake up.

You will feel refreshed,
alert and happy,

and all things will be as
I said they would be.

One, two, three.

Awaken.

Hey. What's going on?
What happened?

Hey. What is this? All right
now, just relax folks.

Does anyone remember what happened
after Cagliostro put you under?

Did he put us under?
I don't remember that.

Where is Cagliostro?
Okay, okay.

Everybody go with Mr. Yambert here,
and we'll explain everything later.

Now wait a minute.
We're the press.

We have a right to know what's going on.

I know. And you're also
witnesses to a crime,

and right now that's a
little more important.

So, please, go with Mr. Yambert.

We'll explain later. Just go.
Did you see what happened?

[Joan] Mrs. Fletcher!
Oh, hi.

Uh, I'm so sorry. I overslept.

Oh, you're smart. Anybody who jogs in
this thin air needs their head examined.

I'm awfully sorry.

It's all my fault for getting
you dragged into this thing.

Well, not exactly dragged in.

As a matter of fact, last night
Lieutenant Bergkamp said I was free to go.

Oh. Thank God for that.

I spent a terrible night worrying.
I feel so responsible.

When are you leaving?
Soon I guess.

You know, Joan, one thing you
said really brought me up short.

You said, "You're a writer.
Aren't you the least bit curious?"

Well, yes, I am a writer,

and I am more than a little bit curious
about how that man was killed.

You mean you're going to
stay to solve the mystery?

I said I was curious, that's all.

I'll probably leave in
the morning. Right.

Six people sitting there, eyes
wide open, witnessing a murder,

and not one of them can
tell us what happened.

Unbelievable.

Yeah. Unbelievable.

Dr. Yambert, I have
difficulty in believing

that six people could just
have their memories erased.

Uh, not erased. Blocked by a
powerful posthypnotic suggestion.

A memory lock, if you will.

You've never been hypnotized,
have you, Mrs. Fletcher?

No. No, I haven't.

So naturally you're skeptical

that an intelligent person who, uh,
doesn't wish to be put under a spell

can be forced to do so
against his or her will.

The thought had occurred to me.

Well, would you like a
graphic demonstration,

just to satisfy your curiosity?

Would you, uh, like me to hypnotize you?

Yes, but I don't think it will work.

Well, why don't we just see, hmm?

All right, now just relax.

Close your eyes. Clear your
mind. You're in a safe place.

That's right. Now just listen
to the sound of my voice...

So peaceful, so relaxing and restful.

You have a feeling of well-being.
You're floating on a soft cloud.

Now, uh, when I count to
three and snap my fingers,

you will come out and feel just fine.

And you won't remember
anything that's happened.

One, two, three.

I'm sorry, Dr. Yambert, but I warned you
that I wouldn't be a very good subject.

Oh, no, you did just fine.

Uh, would you like to listen?

Uh, listen?
Uh, uh, listen to what?

[Yambert] Uh, now tell me what
you really think of my office.

Uh, answer as a barfly
who's had one too many.

[Jessica slurring] Say, honey, where'd you
pick up all this junk, at a swap meet?

[Yambert] Mmm-hmm. All right.
And now you're Park Avenue rich.

How do you like my office?

Frankly, the decor is simply grotesque.

But if you must wear that jacket,

at least have the decency
to have it pressed.

Uh, so what do you think of, uh,
hypnosis now, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh! I'll tell you as soon
as I stop blushing.

Oh!

What do you want?

I said, "What do you want?"
Now that he's dead,

we have a little matter
of money to discuss.

Hello.
Oh, hi.

I hope I'm, uh, not disturbing
you. Are you kidding?

Listen.
This machine talks.

Too bad. Try again.

Here. Go ahead, give it a try. Oh, no, no,
no, thank you. I've already lost my quota.

I suppose it must have been,
uh, quite an ordeal...

Try again.

I mean, the police questioning.

Questioning? It was more
like an inquisition.

I kept tellin' them
I didn't remember a thing,

and they just kept askin' me the
same questions over and over again.

I was ready to confess just
to get 'em off my back.

You know, I noticed that Mr. Michaels
was quite intoxicated last night.

Yeah. That's been bothering me.

Michaels drinks like a fish,
but he never shows it.

But he was drunk after
a couple of shots.

Perhaps he has a medical problem.

No. I mean, except for a pickled liver,
Bud's in great shape.

You know, I've seen him
toss back eight martinis

and then run 50 straight
balls at a pool table.

Yeah, for some reason,

when he staggered toward the lift,

I just kept thinking
that he was faking it.

Why?

Well, Michaels is a funny guy.

I mean, he tries to act real tough, but
underneath it all he's a pussycat.

Yeah, I think that it was his way of trying
to give me a shot at a big story...

The way... The way my old
man used to do for him.

The only thing is, he
didn't know how big.

Andy Townsend.
Paging Andy Townsend.

Speaking of the great guy, he
seems to be up and about,

and it's not even noon yet.

Excuse me.

Come on. Be a sport.
I'm ready to pay off.

Sorry, you can't come in here.

Well, well,
Mrs. Fletcher. Come on in!

Oh, thank you, Lieutenant.
Excuse me.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher, would you like a
quote or two, maybe some pictures?

How about a shot of me in profile,
looking like a damned fool?

I beg your pardon, Lieutenant? Your
assistant told me about your book.

I don't suppose there's
much I can do to stop it.

Lieutenant, there is no book.

Joan has a very hyperactive imagination.

But even if I was writing up this story,

you certainly wouldn't come
off looking like a fool.

I think you're doing a fine
job, under the circumstances.

Oh. Well, thanks.

Look, I am as baffled as you are,

but if I can be of any help...

We do have one promising
suspect in Mr. Kellijian.

Yes, but the trouble is you'll have
trouble making a case against him.

Oh? Why?

Well, because despite his anger over
Cagliostro having an affair with his wife

and his... His threats
earlier that evening,

the one fact that is not
easily explained away

is how could he possibly
walk off that elevator

only seconds after the glass was broken?

Suppose he had an accomplice.

A man with Kellijian's power and money

could hire somebody to break
the glass after he left.

Well, all right. But how did the
accomplice get off the balcony?

Because it seems that's the
only means of escape,

considering all this.

I don't want you talking
to her, that's all.

Come on, Bud.
She's a nice lady.

And she could be crimping my act.

Listen, Andy, if anybody's
going to figure out

how that phony got killed, and by whom,

it's going to be yours truly.

Could be my ticket back to the top.

Now, stop answering questions
and start asking a few.

Hello.
Hiya.

Whoo. A sophisticated-looking bicycle.

Actually, I just jog usually.

Too tough on the legs.

It's Mrs. Fletcher, right?
Mrs. Fletcher? Uh-huh.

Yeah. I used to exercise for my
work. Now it's just this habit.

Uh, Miss Diamond, you used to work
for Mr. Cagliostro, didn't you?

Yeah.

I wonder if you could, uh, maybe clear
up a couple of things about him.

What are you doing, writing a book?

Strange. Everybody asks
me that question.

Well, I got no secrets, so
what do you wanna know?

Well, for one thing, why Mr. Michaels
had such an intense dislike for him.

Bud Michaels. Now there's
a character for you.

Cagliostro used to brag about Michaels.

He knew him when Michaels was
a correspondent in London.

I mean, when he was a real newsman,
not the trashy gossip he writes now.

Michaels tried to prove that
Cagliostro used hypnosis

to pull off this blackmail scheme.

Really?
Uh-huh.

Only Cagliostro was too
smart for Michaels.

He tricked him into printing a bunch
of lies and then sued him for libel.

It cost his wire service big bucks.

And then Michaels and his
bureau chief were fired.

And Michaels didn't work
for at least a year.

Then he finally started doin'
the crap he's doin' now.

Mmm. No wonder Mr. Michaels
hated him so much.

Yeah.

We all had a hard spot in
our hearts for Cagliostro.

But you did go on working for him.

Oh, come on. A job's a job.

I've sure had worse.

Like that sleaze joint in
Vegas where he caught my act.

Act? What kind of act?

I was a stripper.

A daring young lady who took it
all off on the flying trapeze.

This is Andy Townsend.
I'm calling for Bud Michaels.

Yeah, look, he asked me
to get some background

on a gal who used to work
for you in your club,

a Sheri Diamond.

Yeah, that's her.

She did, huh?
A trapeze act?

What kind of a trapeze act?

Oh, you're kidding.

Mr. Kellijian.

What is it, Liz, more bad
news? I'm afraid so, sir.

A dozen more cancellations
already this morning.

These are early checkouts.

All these police.
People are nervous.

Why the hell couldn't he have
died at some other hotel?

Good morning, Mr. Michaels.

Is it? I hadn't noticed.

Mind if I join you for
a moment? Not at all.

Thank you.

I, uh... I allow myself one
hour of fresh air a day.

I've still got another
15 minutes. Uh-huh.

Care for a snort?
Oh, no, no. Thank you.

Uh, nurse, one more time.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher, wanna
talk about the weather,

or, uh, shall we lie to each other
about the Cagliostro killing?

Look.

We're both trying to get
a scoop on this one,

and we'll get along just fine if
we don't get in each other's way.

I'm not in competition
with you, Mr. Michaels.

In fact, my interest in this
case is strictly curiosity.

And maybe a book?

Well, even if that were the case, I
could hardly scoop you, could I?

No, I was just hoping that maybe we
could pool information, you know.

Great. I don't know a thing.
No?

Well, maybe you could tell
me one thing. Shoot.

Why did you pretend to
be drunk last night

and not attend
Cagliostro's demonstration?

Pretend?

Hey, that's pretty good, honey.

Remind me not to invite you to
my Friday night poker games.

Look, I knew it was going
to be a sideshow.

I didn't want to lower
myself to his level.

So you went upstairs.
To bed.

Can anybody vouch for that?

Uh, well, maybe 10 years ago.

You really think
I might have killed the louse?

Swell idea, but how did
I get in the room?

Well, I'll be damned!

Excuse me.

Joan.

Mrs. Fletcher, I think they're onto
something. At least it's an idea.

Well, I'm afraid it's
not a very good one.

Look, I found out something
about... Here she is now.

Okay, I'm here.
What's this all about?

Miss Diamond, I was wondering if
you wouldn't mind helping us out

by telling us if you think it's possible

for anyone to get down to
Cagliostro's room from off the roof.

How would I know? Well, I thought since
you used to be a trapeze artist...

I took my clothes off on a swing.
That doesn't make me a daredevil.

Please.
Just take a look, okay?

Lemme go!
[Joan] Okay, okay.

I've got better things to do than...

Deal with your stupid ideas.

What's goin' on here?
It worked.

She gave herself away.
She what?

When I saw what the
lieutenant was up to,

I asked her to come here.

Don't you see? She used
to be a trapeze artist.

She... She lowered herself off the roof

and swung onto Cagliostro's
balcony and killed him.

And when I confronted her with the idea
of reenacting the crime, she freaked.

She has a point,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but
what was her motive?

She gained nothing from Cagliostro's
death except unemployment.

Anyway, that contraption over there

took several men and a great
deal of time to set up.

Now, how could she have
done that, on her own,

in the half hour that elapsed between
Cagliostro's challenge and his death?

There has to be an answer.

Well, I'm afraid that is not it.

Lieutenant, what the hell are you doing
up on my roof without my permission?

I don't need your permission, Kellijian.

We're investigating a murder.
Hey, don't I know it.

Cops are all over the place.
They're drivin' my guests away.

You keep this up,
I'm gonna be out of business.

When the hell are you
gonna wrap this up?

At the rate we're goin', maybe
by ski season. Excuse me.

They are really doing their
best, Mr. Kellijian.

Yeah, their best.
That's the trouble.

I don't blame you for being upset.

I mean, it's a terrible thing
to be under suspicion.

Me? I didn't kill him.

Well, you and he had a violent argument.

That's a personal matter.
That's none of your business.

Well, I doubt the police
will see it as personal.

An unfaithful mate is the
oldest motive in the world.

So you know about that, huh?

Well, I had another way of
getting even with him.

I called my attorney. We found
a way to break his contract.

It's called a morals clause. I was going to
kick him out without paying him a cent.

I didn't have to kill him. Why did you
attack him earlier that evening then?

Because it made me feel good.

I'm not sorry he's dead, but
I didn't have to kill him.

And by the way, neither did my wife.

Before I went up to Cagliostro's suite
last night, Regina and I were together.

Excuse me.

But even if there are two
Kellijians with a motive,

how did either of them
get into that room?

That's the puzzle. Those
inside didn't have motives,

and those with motives
couldn't get inside.

Ah. It's time to call New York.

A friend of a friend of a friend
used to work with Zack Bernard.

Maybe I can learn something.
Well, I certainly hope so.

Excuse me, young man. Do you know
where I can find a taxi around here?

One will be around in a minute.
Oh, that'll be too late.

I want to follow that cream car.

You're kidding.
Like in the movies?

Well, yes, but I'm afraid it's
too late. No way. Climb aboard.

Climb? Yeah. Hey, you wanna
catch that car or not?

Well, yes, but please be careful.

Hang on. Here we go!

What was that all about?

I think that is what is
referred to as a payoff.

Oh. Mrs. Fletcher. Please,
come in. Thank you.

You have no idea how relieved I am

that you have proof of
my husband's innocence.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not quite true.

I wanted to talk to you privately,

but I wasn't sure that you'd
see me if I told you why.

I followed you an hour ago. I saw you
give that cash to Zack Bernard.

I suppose you want your cut too.

No, Mrs. Kellijian.

But I'm here because I have to tell
Lieutenant Bergkamp what I saw,

and I wanted to give you a
chance to explain first.

Well, I should have known better.

But I didn't know what else
to do. He's blackmailing me.

Well, you could have told the police.

Mrs. Fletcher, if it was something
I could tell the police,

I wouldn't have to pay him, would I?

Then you'd rather be implicated
in the Cagliostro murder?

It adds up to the same thing.
Oh?

I was involved with Cagliostro.

I suppose I wanted to be.

There was something about him.

Anyway, I tried to stop seeing him,
but he threatened to make trouble.

I was scared.
I didn't see any other way.

I offered Zack a lot
of money to kill him.

Oh, my.

The next day, he called and asked
me to come to his hotel room

to discuss the details.

Then he said he'd think about it.

He never mentioned it
again, until yesterday.

What I didn't know was that he recorded
that conversation at our second meeting.

But even if he has no alibi,

there's no way that Kellijian could
have personally killed Cagliostro.

Zack could have been his accomplice.

No, Zack could have let someone
in before Cagliostro arrived.

Well, that would eliminate
Michaels and Regina Kellijian,

because they were both seen in
the restaurant with Cagliostro.

That leaves only Sheri Diamond.

Yeah.

If Zack let her in beforehand,

she could have killed Cagliostro
and then left by the balcony.

She broke the glass to
create a false trail,

and then climbed down
to the balcony below.

- But Sheri didn't have a motive.
- [Bergkamp] Didn't she?

When we nabbed Zack at the state line
with the money, he spilled everything.

Sheri was in love with Cagliostro.

But she was too available
to be interesting.

What a great concept,

jealous trapeze artist
murders famous hypnotist.

Great concept maybe, but not
a great case for a jury.

Look, I'm afraid it's too far-fetched.

We keep goin' around
in the same circles.

I've got six witnesses, five suspects,
one very dead body, and no case.

Six competent, intelligent,
observant newsmen and women

actually witness a murder
and can't tell me a thing.

They might as well be
deaf, dumb and blind.

Lieutenant, say that again.

I said I've got six witnesses.

No, no, no, no, no.
What you said afterwards.

They might as well be deaf,
dumb and blind. That's it.

Of course.
That's what?

I think we may have found a
way of solving our problem.

That sounded strangely
like a sigh of relief.

Oh, it was.

Mrs. Fletcher and that lieutenant
just cracked the murder case.

No kidding?

It's gonna make a hell of a book.

So, who... Who did it?

Oh, I don't think
I should divulge.

Hey, it'll hit the streets
sooner or later.

Why not give me the scoop?

Okay, but you have to promise
that you can't print anything

until they get the final proof.

Honey, you've got my word.
Okay.

Well, this is what they think happened.

You see, Sheri Diamond used to be a
trapeze artist in Vegas. She had an act.

Mr. Townsend, we need your
help. Sure. What's up?

Well, we've narrowed the
suspects down to one.

But without a witness,
we can't prove a thing.

Lieutenant, you know as well as I do
that I can't remember what happened.

I know, I know.

But we found a hypnotist who thinks he
can break Cagliostro's memory lock.

Really? That's great.
Right.

So if he can put you under,

he might make you remember everything.

So, who did it? I can't
tell you ahead of time.

For your testimony to be
valid, you have to tell us.

Now, can you meet us in
Cagliostro's suite in about 20 minutes?

You're very relaxed.
All is well.

You're safe, secure and serene.

You're floating on a
soft, billowing cloud.

You're at peace.
You're happy and content.

I want you to go now

to the last time you were in this room.

You will remember everything,

every little detail with crystal
clarity, at my command.

Now, tell me everything you see.

[Townsend] I remember
Cagliostro's voice,

and then suddenly, behind me, I heard
a sound of someone at the window.

All right, bring him out of
it. We've heard enough.

When I snap my fingers, you will awaken
and remember everything you've seen.

Hey. I can remember what happened.

It was Sheri, and she
escaped out the window!

I'm sorry, Mr. Townsend, but
it didn't happen that way.

Well, I was there.
Sheri killed him.

Well, that's what we
wanted you to believe,

so Joan planted that story
with Mr. Michaels,

knowing that he would tell you.

But I'm afraid it couldn't
have been Sheri.

It was obvious from the way
she behaved on the roof.

She was nervous, seemed afraid.

A little checking confirmed my hunch.

She was almost killed
in a fall last year,

and ever since, she's been seeing a
psychiatrist for a severe case of acrophobia.

She's afraid of heights.

That can't be. I saw her,
and I was in a trance.

A trance?

Let me introduce our hypnotist.

Jake Callucci.

He's the blackjack dealer
from the casino next door.

He doesn't know the first
thing about hypnosis.

Dr. Yambert coached him in what to say.

You weren't in a trance just now,

and you weren't in a trance last night.

You cleverly discovered how to outwit
Cagliostro's most powerful tool, his voice.

You put earplugs in your ears
before you came up to the room.

In effect, you became temporarily deaf.

That's why you didn't respond when
I called to you in the lobby,

because you couldn't hear me.

Upstairs in the room, you pretended
to be in a trance like the others.

Then you surprised
Cagliostro

and stabbed him to death with a
steak knife from the restaurant.

No wonder you're a writer.

You've got one hell of an imagination.

Lieutenant Bergkamp confirmed that you
bought your earplugs in the gift shop.

And your reference to
the elevator as a lift

suggested that you had spent
some time in England.

And I'm sure that some digging around will
turn up a connection with Cagliostro.

I'll save you the trouble.

My father was Bud
Michaels's bureau chief,

and as such, he okayed the article

that Cagliostro tricked
Michaels into writing.

So when Cagliostro sued Michaels,

my father was named too.

And when Michaels' career was destroyed,

my father's was destroyed along with it.

He just couldn't face
starting over again, so...

He k... He killed himself.

I wanted to get Cagliostro...

For years

but I just could never figure out how.

But when this thing dropped into my lap,

the whole plan came to
me just like that.

Forgot to count to three.

I just wanted to say thanks.

You know, I'm liable to
call you the next time

I've got a mystery on my hands.

Well, as long as it isn't involved
with a locked room, please.

I promise.

Mrs. Fletcher!

I... I just talked to New York.

Mr. Winfield is ecstatic, and the
salespeople are wild about the story!

I mean, if you, uh,
really want to write it.

Oh, all right, I give up. Look,
it's an interesting puzzle.

I'll give it a try.
Oh, terrific.

Uh, there's just one slight
problem. Well, isn't there always?

They don't like the new ending.

They love it with Sheri as the
killer, and they asked if...

If maybe you wouldn't mind bending
the truth just a little.

A little?