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Murder, She Wrote.

He didn't die in bed.
He was an alcoholic.

I'm not a killer, and I wasn't drunk.

The governor is going to
ask you to fill the seat.

I'm not a politician. Which is precisely
why you're the perfect choice.

Well, Harry's never denied
knowing her, only killing her.

He could have been set up. Not by me.

You're scum, Dixon!
And so are you!

Three nights ago, I spotted
Marta coming out of the Watergate.

It's the amateurs who tend to get hurt.

I figure
I got an obligation...

to everybody who voted
for me, right, Harry?

Absolutely, Dan.
Absolutely.

A lot of these guys, they think a seat
in Congress is like a free ride,

a great big cookie jar they can
just dip their mitts into...

So where's my old buddy
Wendell Joyner?

I thought he was coming. He'll be here,
Congressman.

Meanwhile, Harry and I would like to talk
to you about that cannery bill, huh?

Harry.

Come on. That's business,
Mr. Dixon. We're here to party.

[Dan] What time is it?
And where is everybody?

[Dixon] Well, we wanted to
keep the group small.

Give us a chance to talk.
Talk? About what?

You need a refill, Dan.

Marta, why don't you fill up
the congressman's glass?

Good idea, Marta.

Martini on the rocks, luscious.

I don't like this guy.
Come on, Ray.

He's on the committee.
We need him.

Betty.

And another thing. Why did you
tell him Joyner was coming?

Joyner hates my guts. I know. It was
the only way we could get him here.

Pardon me, young lady.

Dan.
Wendell.

Why are you so late?
Where've you been?

[Dan] We... We were
wondering where you were.

Congressman Joyner, how gracious
of you to accept our invitation.

Come on, Dan.

Now surely, Congressman, you're not
rushing off? You'll join us for a drink.

Yeah, Wendell.
The party's just started.

Dan's right, Congressman.
What'll I fix you?

You couldn't leave him
alone, could you, Dixon?

You two rattlesnakes.
You find a man's weakness...

Wait a minute, Joyner...

You're scum, Dixon!
And so are you!

Tomorrow I'm making a full report
to the House Ethics Committee...

You try it!

With great pleasure! It's
about time somebody stood...

Wendell.
Oh!

What... What's the matter with him?

Congressman?
Get him up on the sofa.

No! Don't move him!
Call an ambulance!

No. No.
No ambulance. No ambulance.

[Jessica] No bother at all, Eleanor.

Voter registration is a lot
more important than my lunch.

Ooh, there's somebody at the door.
I've got to go. I'll see you at 12:00.

Mrs. Fletcher?
Yes?

I'm Harold DeWitt. I'm an aide to the governor,
and I'm here on a matter of great urgency.

Dead? I can't believe it.

Congressman Joyner had a
serious heart problem.

It's the reason he'd decided to retire.

His housekeeper found him in
his bed early this morning.

The news hasn't been
released yet. Except to me.

As you know, the party's two most qualified
candidates are competing in the primary.

Oh, yes. I've been working with the
voter registration committee.

Well, normally, the
governor would appoint

our party's nominee to
fill the vacant seat,

but we won't know who that is for
another six weeks at least.

That's why the governor is going
to ask you to fill the seat,

on an interim basis, of course.

Me? Oh, don't be silly.
I'm not a politician.

Which is precisely why
you're the perfect choice.

You have no political ambitions,
you're nationally known,

and your integrity is not in question.

Mrs. Fletcher, several important
pieces of legislation...

are going to be considered
in the next few weeks.

Maine's interests must be represented.

I don't know what to say.

Say yes. Your state needs you,
if only for a few weeks.

This is Diana Simms.
Oh, yes, Mr. Speaker.

No, I'm sorry. Mrs. Fletcher
hasn't arrived yet.

She's being met at the airport by our
Media Liaison Officer, Joe Blinn.

[Jessica] I have gotten red-carpet
treatment before, Mr. Blinn,

but, uh, ooh, nothing like this.

Well, you better get used to it.

And, please, uh, call me Joe.

We've, uh, checked you into a
suite at the Embassy Towers.

If you want something
fancier, let me know.

Oh, I'm sure that'll be fine.

My job is to get your name in
the papers, Mrs. Fletcher,

or to keep it out, whatever you prefer.

You've inherited a crackerjack
staff from Congressman Joyner.

So your biggest problem should be
deciding where to have lunch.

Joe, even though I'll only
be here for a few weeks,

I intend doing this job to the
very best of my ability.

I am sure you will. We'll get along
just fine if you try to remember...

that I'm not your addlepated
great-aunt from East Nowhere.

Whoops. I'm sorry,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Let me start again.

Whatever I can do for
you, consider it done.

Thank you.

My goodness, this is impressive.
Yes, it is, isn't it?

Wait'll the first time you
step foot on the House floor.

It'll knock you over.

Mrs. Fletcher. Dan Keppner,
Mrs. Fletcher.

We share a couple of committees.

Oh, how do you do?

Congressman Joyner was my
friend. His death was tragic.

I agree, Mr. Keppner.
Look, uh,

I'd like to drop by later.

There are several important matters
that I'd like to discuss,

particularly the Maine cannery
bill. Oh, yes, of course.

Well, I'm so glad we met.

My pleasure.

What a nice man. Where's
he from? East Nowhere.

Diana. Oh,
Mrs. Fletcher, welcome.

Diana Simms.

Oh, how do you do,
Miss Simms? Diana's your A.A.

My what? Administrative
Assistant. Right-hand gal.

Indispensable.

I'd introduce you to the
rest of the staff,

but as you can see, it's lunchtime.

Speaking of which, I am off.
Uh, be back around two-ish.

Thanks for the lift, Joe. Sure.

Let me show you your office.

Oh, this is nice.

Oh, yes, very nice indeed.

Mrs. Fletcher, my resignation
is already on your desk.

But I want you to know that I'm prepared
to work closely with your incoming staff.

My what? But I don't
have an incoming staff.

It's customary for a congressperson
to appoint his or her own people.

Diana, don't you like your job?

Of course.
Well, in that case,

Congressman Joyner's staff
will do me just fine.

Yes?

Mrs. Fletcher?
Yes.

Harry Parmel, an attorney by trade.

By choice, an acknowledged expert
on this city's finest restaurants.

Would you do me the honor
of joining me for lunch?

Why, thank you. Uh...

You're very kind, Mr. Parmel, but I ate
on the plane. Uh, perhaps another time.

At your convenience, dear lady.

I look forward to the opportunity
of working with you closely

whenever I'm needed.
May I?

Thank you.
Thank you.

Diana.

And what was that?

Harry is a lobbyist for Pendrake Foods.

To Harry, "working closely"
translates to wining and dining...

and doling out dollars to
get you to vote his way.

The opening salvo? Mmm-hmm.
Most lobbyists are good people.

They know the rules.

Harry not only breaks the rules,
he's never heard of them.

I can see that I am going
to need a fast education.

[Joe] Mrs. Fletcher,
I must tell you that

I enjoyed your last book very much.

Oh, I'm so glad.
When's the next one?

Well, we hope to have it out
in about three months.

Mmm, I can't wait.

May I help you?

Yes, Mrs. Fletcher, 2560.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Fletcher.
So nice to have you with us.

Thank you. Your luggage is
already up in your room.

Oh, good.
I'll get your key.

Mmm-hmm. Well, if you
don't need me anymore?

No, you run along, Joe. Got a heavy
date with a lady from the SEC.

Ah, ears like an elephant.

Last time she dropped a stock tip on me,

I just about cornered the
entire sports car market.

Mmm. Doesn't sound very honest to me.

In this city, that is a word for
which there is no clear definition.

Well, good night.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow and thanks.

- Show Mrs. Fletcher to her room, please.
- [Jessica] Thank you.

Yes? Mrs. Fletcher? Dan
Keppner. We met today in the hall.

Oh, yes.
Sorry if I woke you, but...

Look, um, there's something
I have to talk to you about.

Uh, well, uh, actually, Mr. Keppner,
I-I'm in bed. I'm awfully tired.

Could it wait until tomorrow
morning? Tomorrow? Sure.

How about breakfast at your hotel?

Say 8:00?
I'll see you then.

Hey, cabbie?

Congressman? Sorry, honey, not tonight.

Mr. Keppner, it's Marta Craig.

Remember me?
From the party?

Sure. Marta, how are you?

I'm not so good.
I'm scared.

About what?

You know about what. The other
night, moving the body?

Sorry, I...
Hey, Congressman.

I was there, remember?

Excuse me.

May I ask who you are and
why you are following me?

Detective Lieutenant Avery Mendelsohn,
Mrs. Fletcher.

And I am following you in the
hopes of maybe finding out...

who the hell killed
Congressman Wendell Joyner.

So, maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe he wasn't murdered.

The coroner says cause of
death was a heart attack.

But let me also tell you this.

He didn't die in bed.
Somebody moved his body.

And when people move bodies,
I ask myself why.

Well, I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I was
in Maine when the congressman died.

Oh, no. Don't misunderstand.
Not for one minute would I suggest

that you are in any way involved.

Thank you.
Oh!

Oh, are you all right? No. No, no.
No, i-it's just a back pain.

Nothing serious.
It's, uh, it's chronic.

My sister Rachel has the same thing.

Ah, you get a little old,
get a little heavy,

you begin to expect it.

Bad feet, bad back...
runs in the family.

My father, now there
was a man with pain.

I am very sorry. Lieutenant...

Huh. My stomach's acting up too.

Maybe I'm making somethin'
out of nothin'.

When my gut starts to growl,

it's a sure sign there's a fox
loose in the china shop.

What the hell? Hey!

Hey, my wallet!

Watch him!

Charlie, hold it!
That's the guy!

So, Congressman, are these yours?

That's my jacket and my wallet.
Where did you find them?

What about this key? We
found this in your jacket.

It's not mine.

That's right. It belongs to
a woman named Marta Craig.

It did. She's dead.

What?
Beaten to death...

in her apartment sometime last evening.

Cheekbone crushed, jaw broken, nose
spattered. Not a pretty sight.

Wait a minute... We found your
jacket draped over a chair.

And considering the
condition of your hands,

I think you have a few
questions to answer.

Uh, the bill would permit the
construction of a fish cannery

on McHenry's Point.

I believe that's only a few
miles from Cabot Cove.

Oh, yes. I read up on it last night.

It's a very complicated issue.

It's a classic case of
business interests

versus the environmentalists'.

Congressman Joyner was going
to vote against the measure.

Well, I may, too, Diana,

after I've sifted through the testimony
and had a chance to make up my own mind.

Of course. Diana, I'm sorry, but
I have to ask you something.

The police talked to me this morning.

They think that Congressman
Joyner did not die in his bed.

What? They say that he died elsewhere...

and that his body was moved.

Mrs. Fletcher, that's awful.

Now, someone is trying very
hard to muddy some waters.

Diana, where was he
supposed to be that night?

Where he was every night. He didn't
care much for Washington nightlife.

Just what I thought. He had
nothing scheduled on the 12th.

Wait a minute.
There was one thing.

Harry Parmel invited him
to a party that evening.

Harry Parmel? The unctuous
gentleman bearing roses. Right.

Only Congressman Joyner turned him down.

We're due at a committee meeting.

Excuse me,
Mrs. Fletcher?

I'm Thor Danziger. I'm with
the Ecological Foundation.

Oh, how do you do?

I wonder if I could spare a
few moments of your time

to take a look at these papers?

They have to do with the cannery
bill. We're late, Mr. Danziger.

Look, Miss Simms, I just want a
couple of minutes of her time.

Your position is already on the
record. Would you excuse us, please?

Nice to meet you.

Diana, weren't we rather
rude to that young man?

They had their chance last week.

May I have your attention, please?

Before we start,

the Chair wishes to welcome the
distinguished congresswoman

from the state of Maine.

Thank you very much.
One moment, please.

Congressman Keppner was supposed
to meet me for breakfast

this morning to talk about this bill.

I don't suppose he called you?
I haven't heard from him.

Mr. Dixon, are you ready?

Yes. Thank you, sir.

Mr. Chairman, distinguished
representatives, guests.

My name is Raymond Dixon.
I am vice president

in charge of operations
for Pendrake Foods,

a nationally known firm involved
in the packaging of foodstuffs.

Why is he reading his speech?

He's testifying.

I know. But if it's all written out,

why are we wasting each other's time?

That's the way we do
things here in Congress.

Oh.

I don't know any Kaye Sheppard.

She's only the empress of Washington
gossip, syndicated in 98 newspapers.

Now, believe me...
Look, Mrs. Fletcher,

you're gonna get good
exposure and a great lunch.

But I don't need exposure, Joe, and
I know I don't need a great lunch.

But if you'll just... I'm sorry.
I know that you mean well,

but just now,
I don't have the time.

You have lunch with Miss Sheppard.

Sure, and then afterwards I'll drop in
on the president for afternoon tea.

I'm gonna keep trying.

Lieutenant.

Oh, you'll excuse me. They said it
was okay for me to wait in here.

Oh, of course, but, uh...
You didn't tell me

you were meeting Congressman
Keppner for breakfast.

You didn't ask. Anyway, I
overslept, and he never showed up.

Well, that's right. We're holding
him on suspicion of murder.

What?
We've got the evidence,

and I should book him, but...

But you're having, uh, trouble
with your stomach. Also my feet.

See, my gut tells me there's trouble,

but when my feet hurt, it's
a... it's a sign that

things are not exactly kosher.

You got a minute?

It was dumb to move
Wendell's body,

but I was too drunk to think straight.

That's why I wanted to talk to you
this morning, Mrs. Fletcher,

to tell you what happened.

But how does moving the body involve the
dead girl? Marta was at the party.

Last night, I'd ducked into
some bar to call you...

I don't remember which one...

and when I came out, there she was.

She showed me this picture
she'd taken of me...

and Parmel and Dixon...

with the congressman dead on the
floor of Dixon's penthouse.

I was scared. So I went
with her to her place.

I remember having a drink... ginger ale.

Why did you have the
key of her apartment?

That was planted on my jacket.
I never saw it before.

That still doesn't explain the
blood and makeup on your shirt...

and the scrapes and
bruises on your hands.

I didn't kill her!
I swear to God!

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm not a
killer, and I wasn't drunk...

as God is my witness.

You've gotta believe me.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.
I told you it wasn't pretty.

Lieutenant, Congressman
Keppner did not kill that woman.

Oh, so now you're telling me
I know what I don't know.

If Mr. Keppner had beaten that woman,

he would have spattered
blood all over his shirt.

In case you didn't notice, Mrs. Fletcher,
there was both blood and makeup

on the front of his shirt.

Some, but not much, and
no makeup on his hands.

Now, if he had hit that
woman that severely,

his hands would have shown not
only blood but makeup as well.

I noticed that. Lieutenant,
if you believe his story,

you have to believe that he
was dragged unconscious

from that apartment and
dumped in that alley.

Would you mind giving
me your jacket? What?

Your jacket. Would you
take it off, please?

Okay. It's off.

Now, assume that I am the killer.

My hands are covered with
Marta's blood and makeup.

Now, I have to move an unconscious body.

How would I do that?

Traces of blood and makeup
from the killer's hands.

That's good,
Mrs. Fletcher. Very good.

Maybe you should have been a cop.

I am a cop, when I'm at the typewriter.

You're not at your typewriter now.

[Diana] Dan Keppner.
It's unbelievable.

He had his problems, sure.
He was an alcoholic.

But for six years, he'd been attending
meetings, working the program.

Well, then, a couple
of months ago, he...

Diana, I need to know.

His wife left him. Took the kids to
New York. He started drinking again.

Wendell was trying to
get him back on track.

Mrs. Fletcher, I know Dan well enough to know
he'd never hurt anyone, no matter what.

Well, I'm glad to hear you say that,

because he's been framed...

and very clumsily too.

Joe, you're an expert on this town.

I want you to find out
everything about Marta Craig.

Who she was?
Who she knew?

Any ties that she might have had
with Harry Parmel, Raymond Dixon...

Now wait a minute, Mrs. F. I'm a
press agent. I'm not a detective.

And you're also a bright and
resourceful young man.

That is what you told me.

Hey. Well, all right.

I'll see what I can do.

Ray.
Harry.

I'd ask you to join me, but I'm
expecting Senator Wexler.

I won't be staying, Ray. I don't think
I like the edge in your voice.

I want you to understand me.

My job does not include murder,
before, during, or after the fact.

What are you talking about?

One of my contacts on the
District police force slipped me this.

Marta Craig murdered by
Congressman Keppner, hmm?

She's dead, all right. Whether Keppner
did it? He could have been set up.

Not by me. After what
happened the other night?

That's a nasty temper you got, Ray.

I've always told you it was gonna get
you in trouble one of these days.

I don't have to answer to you, Harry.

Maybe not. But you'd better
pay attention to this.

The first sign I'm getting dragged into
a murder, I protect myself, not you.

Thor.

What is it?

I saw it on the news about Marta.

What is it, Thor?

These came in the mail.

You showed me these photos last
week. You told me they were faked

and I believed you.

They're a duplicate set, Diana.

They came with this note.

"Stay away from Mrs. Fletcher.
You won't be warned again!"

Miss Craig certainly lived
very well for a secretary.

Maybe she put in overtime.

So, Mrs. Fletcher, could you tell
me what you expect to find?

Well, maybe nothing. I didn't
know the young lady, Lieutenant.

Just what was on your police
report and that wasn't very much.

You call two charges of extortion
and blackmail not very much?

I should've been a doctor.

If I'd have been smart enough,
I would have gone to medical school.

It's a little late to, uh,
second-guess that choice, isn't it?

What choice? I said if I was
smart. I wasn't smart.

C-plus average.

Did I tell you I was the
first cop in my family?

My two brothers are rabbis.
My sister's a cantor in Baltimore.

Ah, why should I complain? I could have
gone to work for the phone company.

Ah, the phone company, that's security.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher,
I gotta get back to the office.

You had enough?

Oh, yes, quite enough, thank you.

I wonder, could you drop me off
at the Library of Congress?

Why not?

Mrs. Fletcher, how delightful
you could join me.

I could hardly refuse your urgent invitation,
Mrs., uh, or is it Miss Sheppard?

Miss. Permanently,
irrevocably. Call me Kaye.

This is Peanuts.

Mmm. He was given to me by a former
occupant of the White House.

I defy you to guess which one.

Oh, thank you, Richard.

Come on, sweetie.

Such a baby doll, yes.

I shouldn't think they'd allow that.

They don't.
Want a drink?

An iced tea.

One more time on this one.

Look, Jessica... I'm going
to call you Jessica...

the first thing you've got
to learn about this town

is that everyone responds to clout.

When you've got it, use it.

Well, in your note you said you had
information about Marta Craig's killing.

The second thing you learn is the
fine art of back-scratching.

I see. A trade-off?

Hmm. You've been helping the
cops with the Craig murder.

My instinct tells me that you're
going to help bust it open.

Oh, that's very flattering, but...

And when you do, I want an exclusive
right from the horse's mouth.

And in return, you'll
pass along to me what?

Information I couldn't give the
police because of repercussions.

I have to live in this town.
You don't. Do we deal?

I'm listening.

My sources tell me that Marta was
playing both sides of the street.

Thank you, Richard.

As I was saying, Jessica,
this town is run by clout,

and clout is fueled by information.

Three nights ago, I spotted
Marta coming out of the Watergate.

She was upset.

Suddenly Dixon came running out after
her, grabbed her arm, they fought.

About what?
I wish I knew.

I was in my car about a half-block away.

But I can tell you this.

Ray Dixon looked mad enough to kill.

Well, congratulations.
You are the talk of the town.

Oh?
Yes.

Meetings with Kaye
Sheppard do not go unnoticed.

I found her very interesting. Uh-huh.

Should I check for stab wounds?

What did you find out about Marta Craig?

Not much. She had, uh, six
jobs in the last four years,

uh, did the party circuit
five, six nights a week.

Uh, not much else.
Hmm. Where's Diana?

I don't know. She called
in sick after lunch.

Said she would talk to you later.

Listen, if you don't need me any more
today, I have a date tonight...

with a very hot number from
the State Department.

Oh? Go ahead. Oh, and, Joe? Yes?

Tomorrow, a little more
on Marta Craig, please?

I will do my best.

Mind if I come in?

I'm glad to see you've been released.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher...
Jessica, please.

Jessica, I appreciate
everything you've done,

but don't go to any more
trouble on my account.

The fact is,
I've decided not to seek reelection.

I've got a call in to
New York right now.

That is a very foolish decision,
I think.

You don't know all the
facts. And what are those?

That you're an alcoholic.

That you've spent the last six
years sober, until last month.

And I've been sober ever since the
night Wendell died. So what?

Don't you understand, Jessica?
I'm living on the edge every day.

It's been like that for
a year and a half.

Trying to live up to two
responsibilities...

to the people who elected me
and to my wife and kids.

I don't know.
Maybe it's the way I'm built.

I can't go halfway into anything.

I drove them away because of my
work, and now I've got nothing.

I don't believe that and neither do you.

Ever since that night I've been going
to two and three meetings a day,

but I still don't know from one day
to the next if I'm going to slip.

Dan, like most of us,
you're slightly imperfect,

but that's not a capital offense.

If I were you,
I'd cancel that telephone call.

I'd catch the first plane home
and talk to that wife of yours,

find out what she thinks.

She might surprise you.
Women in love do that.

I guess things can't get much worse.

That's one way of looking at it.

Oh, my goodness.

You know, Jessica, this is the
first time in eight weeks...

that I'm beginning to
feel good about myself.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me, I've got to
cancel that call to New York.

By the way, I think I'll hang around
until after tomorrow's vote.

I think I owe Ray Dixon a
good kick in the slats.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Diana, I'm so sorry
you're not feeling well.

I've got a couple of questions.

I'm very confused by this cannery bill.

If it's not too much
trouble, could we talk?

Well, I really...

I hate to impose on you like this,
but I really do need clarification

on a couple of points.

Perhaps we could ask
that nice Mr. Danziger,

the young man from the
environmental group.

I'm sure he'd be glad to help.
Well, suppose we ask him.

Why don't you have him
come out of the bedroom?

Well, Mrs...

I couldn't help but notice the No
Smoking sign on your desk in the office.

Thor? Thor?

How did you know it was me?

Well, it was a guess.

But I did notice the tiepin
you were wearing the day

that we met the lion's head,

the same design that Marta and
Diana had on their cheerleader costumes.

Then I checked with the
Library of Congress and...

You dug up an old
Brighton University yearbook

and found out that the three of
us had attended school together.

And then you two made such a
production of not liking each other.

You jumped to a conclusion.

We couldn't make our relationship
common knowledge, Mrs. Fletcher.

In my position, it would be construed
as a conflict of interest.

What about your relationship
with Marta Craig?

We used to be good friends.

Then Marta got in with the wrong crowd.

She started up with Harry
Parmel and men like him,

working the party circuit.

But if your relationship
with Marta was so casual,

why did you hide it from me?

We were scared.

After Marta's death, we were sure that the
police would be looking for suspects,

and I knew I would be at
the top of the list.

Now those photos were faked, Lieutenant.

As you can see,
I was unconscious.

Marta had asked me up to her apartment.

She said she wanted to
discuss something.

I took one drink.
She must have drugged me.

Thor wanted to bring you the
photos, but I stopped him.

Innocent or guilty, it would have cost him
his job at the Ecological Foundation.

They're very publicity shy.

Okay, all right. All right,
the two of you can go.

Keep yourselves available.

Faked photos, a murder, attempted frame.

It seems to me, if you'll
pardon the presumption,

that this guy Marta was working
for is more than likely

the guy who beat her to death.

Why do you say guy,
Lieutenant?

It could just as easily
have been a woman.

At around, uh, 6:30, she had an early
supper with some middle-level guy

from the State Department.

He's married but doesn't let
that get in the way. Uh...

Your driving's not getting in the
way of your reading, is it?

Oh, this? No. I do this
all the time. Anyway,

uh, she and the guy left, uh,
the restaurant separately...

and then, uh, she picked up
Congressman Keppner at around 9:30...

outside the, uh,
Stockman's Bar and that's it.

Bottom line is she had no close friends.

Nobody seems to know much
about her private life.

Well, there has to be something.

I mean, her meeting with
Harry Parmel at the hairdresser

proves that they had a relationship.

Well, Harry never denied knowing
her, just killing her.

Mrs. Fletcher. Your hotel
said you had left.

I was hoping we might have a
chat before your day begins.

I'd love to,
Mr. Dixon. That's very generous of you.

You don't know how much
this cannery bill means

to my company and to me personally.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you wanted to
chat with me about Marta Craig's murder.

I wouldn't know anything about
that. I hardly knew the woman.

Amazing. You didn't choke, and
you hardly blinked an eyelash.

What? Lying is a very difficult art,
Mr. Dixon,

but you have mastered it beautifully.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I assure you...

I know. You want to assure me that it
wasn't you who chased Marta Craig...

out of the Watergate three nights ago.

Mrs. Fletcher, we play
a game in this town.

Those of us who are good
at it, get things done.

It's the amateurs who tend to get hurt.

Morning, Diana.
Good morning.

I ought to warn you Ray Dixon's
already been sniffing around.

Yes, I know.

The committee meeting's
less than two hours away.

Is there anything
I can help you with...

Mrs. Fletcher?

Hmm?

Oh. Diana,
I have to go out.

Don't let them start
the vote without me.

But the meeting starts
in less than two hours.

[Dan] The problem of waste
was carefully researched...

by Dr. A. Bruno Townshend...

of the University of
Western Minnesota...

in his 1981 tract...

"Investments in our Coastline,"
a sociological treatise...

published by Acorn Press.

Uh... Joe,
I'm so glad you're here.

Aren't you supposed to be
in the committee meeting?

Oh, never mind that.
Come with me.

Uh, later.

So?

I just got a most wonderful
lead from Kaye Sheppard.

It seems a jilted boyfriend of Marta's
was hanging around her apartment...

when she brought Dan
home with her. What?

A few minutes later, the boyfriend
saw another man going inside.

Now, he didn't get a very good
look, but it had to be Ray Dixon.

Are you sure?

Well, after that terrible fight
they had at the Watergate,

Marta was probably blackmailing him too.

He went inside the apartment,
saw Dan passed out,

killed Marta and blamed it on Dan.

Oh, boy.
If that were true, then...

You know, he probably took
those photographs too...

the ones at the party when
Congressman Joyner died.

Joe, we have to get
inside his penthouse.

Well, how're we going to do that?

Oh, for heaven's sake!
I've got to vote on that bill.

Right after the committee meeting,
I want you to meet with me and Kaye.

We'll talk to
Lieutenant Mendelsohn,

and we'll try to get a court order.

Right. It sounds like a real break. Oh,
I'm sure it is.

It's not just a question of pollution,

but the effect of biodegradables
on the coastline.

Uh, Mr. Keppner, may I
interpret this brief pause...

as a sign that you have finally finished
stating your position on this bill?

I have just a few more observations,
Mr. Chairman.

But, in the interest of time, I will defer
to my esteemed colleague from Maine.

Very well, but this is taking
much too long, you know.

I'm so sorry to be late.

Perhaps now we could put
this measure to a vote,

specifically whether to permit the
construction of a cannery at...

McHenry's Point in Maine.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Chairman. Would it
be possible for me to say a few words?

I would hope, Mrs. Fletcher, that
they will be considerably fewer...

than those voiced by your
colleague from New York.

Uh, I have studied this
bill very carefully.

And heaven knows...

this cannery would certainly bring
a lot of new jobs to my district.

And if that were the only consideration,

I would vote for it
without any hesitation.

However, I've discovered
that there are...

seven abandoned canneries in my state.

Can you imagine? Seven. No longer
working, no longer employing people.

And why? Because the owners
walked away from them...

rather than spend money to
modernize their operations.

Now, I believe two of them are
your companies, Mr. Dixon.

Now, I realize that there is expense
involved in updating equipment...

and perhaps those locations are
no longer as convenient...

as McHenry's Point.

But, you know,
I'm very upset by this notion...

that we can just dispose
of buildings or people...

when they become a little
troublesome or unprofitable.

Almost 5,000 people

used to work at those
abandoned canneries.

Now, that's truly disgraceful,
to put people out of work,

to abandon perfectly good buildings...

because our tax laws make it
financially advantageous.

Well, I'm sorry, but I think
that sort of attitude

is not only preposterous,
but it's inhuman.

Now, the Pendrake Corporation
doesn't need a new cannery.

They need to put the canneries they
already own back into operation.

Now, Mr. Dixon, you and
your fellow canners

have been taking a lot out
of the state of Maine...

and I think it's high time you
started putting something back.

Order! Order, please!

It's pretty obvious,
Mr. Blinn.

Give us cops credit for
a little intelligence.

Ray Dixon would be smarter than that.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Is that so?

I'm sorry. I raced as fast as I
could. You're just in time.

Mrs. Fletcher, this is
not what it seems.

Don't be silly, Joe.
Of course it is.

Those are the photos from
the party, aren't they?

Yes. I found them in the desk. Really?

You know, until this morning,
I was totally baffled.

Of course, I knew that
Mr. Keppner was innocent...

and I was also pretty sure
that Marta had been murdered

by the person she was working for.

What happened Joe?
Did she get greedy?

Look, you said Dixon was
guilty. That's why I'm here.

Please, Joe. What
happened to your gloves?

My gloves? Those fancy driving gloves

you were wearing the
first time I met you.

[Jessica] You weren't wearing
them after Marta was killed.

Were you wearing them when
you beat her to death?

Of course, you must have been.

That's why your hands were never marked.

On the other hand, it's
almost impossible

to remove blood and makeup from suede.

And you had to get rid of them.

That's a lotta guesswork.

Mmm-mmm. I'm afraid not.
The gloves are only part of it.

You slipped badly this morning, Joe.

When you were telling me about
Marta's activities the day she died,

you said she picked up Congressman
Keppner outside Stockman's Bar?

That is part of the police report.

No. That night Dan had been wandering the
streets. He had no idea where he was.

Or where he'd called from.

We just checked the bartender and the waitresses
who were working there that evening.

None of them remember
Keppner being there.

Which means you could have learned

it was Stockman's only from
talking to Marta Craig.

I'm no different than anyone else
in this town, Mrs. Fletcher.

You buy and you sell...

people, legislation, influence.

There's a price tag on
everything and everyone.

And I was doin' real well too...

until Marta got just a little bit
too big... for her pantyhose.

And did you think that you were
the only one allowed to play

the game of buy and sell?

He's wrong, you know.

For every Parmel and Dixon,
there are dozens of honest men

like Wendell Joyner.

Only they don't get their names in
the paper. So, how'd your vote go?

The cannery?
Oh, we won! Unanimous!

Terrific. What do you say,
Mrs. Fletcher?

I got an appointment
with the podiatrist at 2:00,

but I still got time for a bite to eat.

Lieutenant,
I haven't eaten a thing since breakfast.

Come to think of it,
I didn't even eat then.

Good. I know this deli. The guy who runs
it, Max, a friend of my cousin, Sadie,

he makes a lox and cream cheese
platter you could die from.

Lox? I-Is that something
like gefilte fish?

Mrs. F., for a bright woman, you have
been leading a very uninformed life.

Permit me the pleasure
of educating you.