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Your money and your jewels, lady, fast!

Tonight on
Murder She Wrote.

Who is the idiot who rearranged the
props so that I would kill myself?

I only know what I see, and
it's just laying there.

I think this show deserves a chance.

With Miss Valerian, we might
have more than a chance.

I know why he shot her,
and the case is closed.

My sister's almost killed.
My mother's in there dying.

You're worried about your money?

Morley Farmer was a
schlepper. He was nothing.

Grady, I am afraid that Rita Bristol is
in a great deal of danger. Now scat!

Somewhere in the night

There must be someone for me

Somewhere in the night

Who knows where somewhere may be

Across the way

Or maybe way beyond a distant star

How I wish I knew

Just where and who you are

Holiday in San Jose, right?

Moon Over Rio. And look at me.

Oh, I was always a pushover for
that bilge we cranked out,

even while we were doing it.

Were we ever that innocent?

Mama, that's not bilge.
It's terrific!

Just be grateful they don't
make them that way anymore.

Not that anyone would pay to see them.

Well, they are about
to pay to see you...

and my beautiful, talented sister...

At Broadway prices.

You got it?
Every lovely penny.

Si Parrish finally came through.

I don't believe it! And you
waited till now to tell me.

I may never forgive you.
Are you kidding?

I wanted to see the look on your face.

Besides, I've been on the
phone making arrangements.

We start rehearsals in six weeks.

Oh, Barry, I'm so proud of
you. I knew you could do it.

Mother, you're going to be sensational.

Oh, it will be fun, won't
it? The three Bristols.

Together again... for the first time.

We'll knock their shoes off. Socks.

Those too.
Oh!

[Jessica] You'll have to
speak louder, Grady.

A Broadway show?

- Well, that's marvelous!
- [Grady] And I'm their bookkeeper, Aunt Jess.

I can fix it so you can watch
rehearsals and, well, the whole shot.

Oh, and best of all,
you're gonna meet Kate.

Kate?
Wait till you meet her.

Oh, well, it all sounds marvelous.

I wish I could be there, but I'm not
gonna have very much free time.

You know, I'm really coming to have
another of those dreadful meetings...

with my publisher and
those tedious attorneys.

Well, you gotta find the time.

And, oh, by the way, you'll never
guess who's starring in the show.

And you're gonna meet her.
Rita Bristol.

Rita Bristol?

Hollywood. All those Technicolor
splashy extravaganzas.

About a zillion of 'em, you
remember? Well, of course I do.

Well, anyway, she's a really neat
lady, and you're gonna love her.

Everybody does.
What am I saying?

In this business, everybody
seems to love everybody.

All right. Who is the idiot
who rearranged the props

so that I would kill myself?

Maybe it would be better if
we'd all just quit pretending

and admit that what we're really
doing is a high school production.

Will somebody give me a break?

Listen, Rita.

this'd be a whole lot easier to take if I
thought you were giving it your best shot.

My best?
Listen, young man.

I only work one way,
and that is to the...

Darling, I only know what I see,
and it's just laying there.

Really? Which is exactly what I'm going
to be doing in my dressing room!

Okay, cast.
Break for a half hour.

Patti?
Yeah?

You stick around. We'll see what we
can do to improve your first number.

Okay.

Let's hope she can stay off the sauce.

Marc, aren't you being a
little rough on her?

Si, you're new at this.

I'll tell you one time. On my
shows there's only one director.

Patti, let's try Thanks,
But I've Been There Before.

Only this time, do me a favor.

Try to stay on key.
But I thought I was.

Well, you weren't. And this time,
maybe you can make an effort...

not to rush the tempo.

Yes, sir.

I thought we wrote a musical comedy.

I can't wait for the funny stuff.

There was a time an eon
or two in the past

When the order of things was different

And rules were written to last

But things have really changed now

They'll never be the same

And even those who wish now

Know they can't ever go back again

Thanks, but I've been there

I'll open the doors on my own

Thanks, but I'm somewhere

Barry darling, must I ask you again

to see that the script changes

are sent to my apartment, so I
can have them before breakfast?

I'm sorry, Mother.
It slipped my mind.

Look, I'll fire Marc if you say so.

No. He's the best there is, damn it.

But he's got to stop riding poor Patti.

I'm concerned about the
way he's driving you.

Oh. You're a dear.
But I'm fine.

Oh, who the hell do I think I am,
trying to make a comeback at my age?

I guess I begin to wonder
if it's worth it.

But then I look at Patti, and...

Oh, she is good, isn't she, Barry?

Oh, she's sensational.

Aunt Jess!
Where have you been?

I've been worried sick.

Oh, Grady, I was so engrossed with a
rewrite that I missed the early train,

and I didn't know where to reach you.

Oh, Aunt Jess, this is
Kate. Kate Metcalf.

Hello, Kate. How nice to meet
you. Oh, the pleasure's mine,

Mrs. Fletcher, really.

She just happens to be Patti
Bristol's understudy, no less.

Well, good for you.

Oh, this is very nice.
Thank you so much.

Oh, Aunt Jess, before I forget,
I am supposed to tell you

if you haven't made any other plans,

Rita Bristol has invited you to join
us for a little celebration dinner.

Oh, Grady, how lovely, but I can't.

I am dead tired, and I've got
early meetings tomorrow.

Aunt Jess, you've got to. Rita
Bristol is one of your biggest fans.

When she found out you were my aunt,

she said you'd better be there,
or I'd be in big trouble.

Well, I couldn't be responsible
for that, now could I?

[Luigi] Is everything
satisfactory, Mr. Parrish?

Oh, it's splendid, Luigi, as always.

Thanks.

Oh, so good to see you
again, Miss Bristol.

Oh!

It's been a long time. Like an old bear
finally coming out of hibernation.

Hardly. I wish you all
well with your show.

Thank you.
Thanks so much.

As you can see,
Mrs. Fletcher,

I seem to have gotten myself
involved in an event.

Well, my nephew tells me this is your
first theatrical venture, Mr. Parrish.

Please, call me Si.

Yeah, investment banking was
becoming a bit of a bore.

I rather hoped the theater might
bring some excitement into my life.

I understand you're a writer.

Writer? Hey, wait a second. Nobody
said anything about another writer.

Relax, boys.
You're not being replaced.

She writes romance novels, I think.

Si, this lady happens to write the most
delicious mysteries this side of Conan Doyle.

Forgive my ignorance. That's
very kind, but I hardly, uh...

Nonsense. We don't tolerate
false modesty around here.

Only false expectations.

We should really...
[Rita] Barry, darling,

it's getting rather late for me.

Be a dear and make your
little speech, hmm?

Of course, Mother.

Excuse me. I think it's
time for a toast...

and a small announcement.

You know, this old windblown business of
ours has seen some pretty memorable stars

make their marks in some
very memorable shows.

Gertrude Lawrence in Lady In The Dark,

Ethel Merman,
Annie, Get Your Gun,

Rita Bristol in Peter Piper...

...not to mention a hundred movies,

which I promised her
I wouldn't.

Well, tonight,
I'd like to drink to a lady...

who is about to join that select group.

To my sister, Patti.

Patti.

Hear, hear.
Thank you.

And now for my announcement.

Our distinguished and beneficent backer,
Mr. Si Parrish,

so shares our confidence
in the show's success...

that we are not even going
to Boston for a tryout.

Instead, we start Broadway
previews in two weeks.

Listen, friend, tonight's my show,

so you damn well better keep
your negativity to yourself.

Gather around now, me children...

Hey, ladies, how you doin'?

...and hear the words that are
written for you in the book.

Now... Now, Jessica...

Jessica,
I will not permit you to take a taxi.

Not at this hour. You sound
just like my nephew.

Well, all right. Thank you.

How about you two?
Can I drop you anywhere?

Thanks, Si. My car's in the
garage just down the block.

Barry, Patti,
I look forward to rave reviews.

There'll be two house seats waiting
for you next time you're in town.

And I hope they'll be for our show.

Good night. Good night. Good night.

Well done. That's it.

The facts won't be goin' away.

No, they're all there in the book!

Hey, Kelly, dump it.
They're all there...

These people ain't buyin' it.

Brothers, send not to know
for whom the bell tolls.

It tolls for thee... Hey,
Kelly, nobody cares.

Does it look like these people care?

I bet a little game of
chance might grab you.

Three cards. All you gotta
do is... No, not tonight.

Your money and your jewels,
lady, fast! No! No! Patti!

[Barry] Yes, I'll be there as
soon as bail can be arranged.

Good-bye, Mother.

The bullet nicked my sister's spine.

They don't know if there'll be permanent
damage... or even if she'll live.

I'm sorry.
Damn!

Why couldn't
I have shot first?

If you had, you'd be in
a lot worse trouble.

You can't be serious. I'm actually
gonna be prosecuted for this?

You killed a guy with
a concealed weapon.

Here, have some of this.
No, thanks.

You have any idea what I'd give for
some linguine with clam sauce?

I'm sorry.

Listen, if you'd done
it with his weapon...

or used your bare hands,
nobody'd bother with...

Listen, they'd send you home with
a pat on the back, you know.

Sergeant, if you'd been mugged
three times in eight months,

wouldn't you buy yourself a gun?

Look, hey... All right. Personally,
you're gonna be a hero. Understand?

I mean, you did what everybody
in this town would like to do.

Thanks, April.

Well, Mr. Bristol, you're free to go.

If the DA wants to file, he
knows where to find you.

Um, I hope your sister makes it.

Thank you, Sergeant.
No, thank you.

I mean, you gave me one
less bum to worry about.

[Kelly on TV] I no sooner heard a voice
say, "Your money and your jewels, "

and the shootin' starts. It happened
like-like-like that, it did.

Uh, I no sooner had finished
tellin' that young sinner

that the end is comin'...

Wait a minute.
Uh, a sinner?

Yeah, uh,
Tommy... Taki...

I don't know. A boy. Deals
three-card monte, he does.

He took off like a bat, he did.

I see.
Thank you, Mr. Kelly.

Uh, Monsignor Kelly.

Again, the latest word from West
Side Hospital is that the victim,

actress Patti Bristol, remains
in critical condition.

Meanwhile, a police spokesperson has
confirmed that the case is closed,

that the mugger, who has been
identified as drifter Manny Farkus,

was shot and killed.

I don't know, Aunt Jess. It seems
to be getting worse all the time.

You know, that does not make sense.

Nothing much does in this town.

No, I mean, there doesn't
seem to be any logic to it.

I mean, why would a man suddenly
shoot Patti down like that?

I don't know.
Maybe he was nervous.

Or maybe Patti made a sudden
move that frightened him.

Maybe the gun had a hair trigger,
and it went off by accident.

The police have the weapon.

And that would have been reported.

If what that man says is true,

neither Patti or her brother had a
chance to move before he shot her.

Unless he shot her for some reason

other than her money and her jewelry.

Come on, Aunt Jess. Why?

I mean, that really
doesn't make any sense.

Besides, you're making your
assumptions based on what

some old blind man says he heard.

That's why someone should
find that other witness.

After our visit to the hospital,
I have got another stop to make.

You want a reason, huh? All
right. I'll give you a reason.

Statistics.
That's right.

Now, yesterday was on the nose.

Eleven people in this town
became shooting victims,

just like they're supposed to.

Four of them will die. So far,
Patti Bristol is one of the lucky ones.

God, I hate carrots.
Want some?

Oh, no. No, thanks. Great
for the cholesterol.

Sergeant, this still does
not make any sense.

To you, maybe.
Look, Mrs. Fletcher.

I really don't have time for
this. Well, you should.

And you should also be looking
for that other eyewitness.

If this Manny Farkus really fired
before Patti had a chance to respond,

perhaps he intended shooting
her in the first place.

Perhaps there was more than a random
connection between the two of them.

Mmm. Ma'am, I don't know how
you arrived at that one,

but, uh, I sure will ask
Miss Bristol about it...

if and when she ever regains
consciousness, that is.

Well, Sergeant, what do you
intend doing about it?

Mrs. Fletcher, I've got an
awful lot of work to do.

Well, so do I.

Oh, Jessica, it was so
sweet of you to come.

Don't be silly.
How is she?

I stopped by the hospital this
morning. Yes, Barry told me.

Everything's the same.
She's still in a coma.

Barry won't let me stay at the hospital.

I just had to have
somebody I could talk to.

Please sit down.

Coffee? It's fresh.

I always keep a pot
going. Oh, thank you.

Oh, poor Barry, blaming himself for
not being able to prevent it.

I, uh... I suppose it takes
something like this...

to make us realize how minor
our priorities really are.

Patti getting her chance at stardom.

And Barry, he's had such horrible luck.

Bad plays, dreadful
films, ghastly TV shows.

I wanted this for him too.

And now it's...

They say I'm a good listener.

But isn't there someone else
you'd rather have here now?

A closer friend?

I'm afraid I'm fresh out.

Funny thing about having
your name in lights.

When the power fails, you learn a lot
about yourself and your "friends."

Of course, this stuff
didn't help very much.

The few that didn't drift away,
I chased off.

Nobody knows you or much cares when
you're riding the down escalator.

If you look at life in those terms.

I'm afraid in this business,
that's the yardstick.

Thirty years ago, I kidded myself that
I was quitting at the top. Quitting?

This is what ended it for me, Jessica.

Gallons of it.
My career, two marriages.

It almost wrecked my relationship
with my kids until I stopped.

That was 17 years ago,

and that's how long this bottle
has been in that chest.

And right now, I...

I'm asking myself if all of this
is worth throwing away 17 years.

You don't need me to answer that.

Why, Jessica?

Why Patti?

I can take anything, but not this.

Not Patti.

Watch the lady here, okay? Okay.

Watch the lady.
Okay, bet your money now.

Oh, hey, tough luck, pal.

I thought you had a sure
winner. Wanna try again?

Aah, same to you, fella!

Look, lady, I don't know no
Toki or Taki, so get off my case.

You're quite sure about that?
What do you want from me?

There's gotta be 94,000 guys
in this town doin' what I do.

Look, I'm a working woman.

You wanna play, fine.
Otherwise, get lost.

Hey, mister, what do you say? What
can you lose? A buck. That's what.

Ma'am, wanna play? No.
How about you, mister?

You wanna play?

All right, miss.
I'll bet with you.

A hundred dollars!

You are a high roller. Is it
real? Oh, yeah, it's real.

Now, my bet is that I meet this
Taki person before the end of the day.

Oh, will you come off with it?

What are you, crazy? What am I
gonna do with half a yard?

You might tell Taki that he'll get the
rest of this after we've talked.

And what you and he decide
to do with it afterwards

is up to you.

Empanadas. It's on me. It's what
you call a genuine ethnic.

Oh.

Here, try some hot sauce and jalapeños.

Oh, no. That's-That's enough.
That's enough. Thanks.

Tastes great, huh?
Mmm-hmm.

A glass of water, please.

Agua.
Thank you.

Mmm. We don't have anything
like that in Cabot Cove.

Hey, I like you, lady.
You're a good sport.

Tell you why I ran away when that
lady and that mugger got shot.

I ran away because if I hang around,

they'll send me to Rikers
Island, no matter what.

But didn't you feel that you
should come to their aid?

It was over like that, before
I could've done anything.

And this bein' New York, it's not a
great idea to get involved anyway.

Taki, the woman that was shot, she did
struggle with the mugger, didn't she?

What, are you kiddin'? The guy
says, "Give me your stuff."

Then he shoots.

That's the weird thing
about it. Weird? How?

He was a bozo, an amateur.

Are you quite sure?

You don't have to be
no rocket scientist.

What kind of a mugger shoots his
mark, then has to waste time

bending down to grab
the stuff off of her?

No, I am not hyperventilating.

I am doing my stomach exercises.

But if you don't stop with this,
I am gonna hyperventilate.

Now, what do you think of that, huh?

Well, I think that you shouldn't
eat so fast, Sergeant.

Now, about this Manny
Farkus... who was he?

Lady, like I told you, the
guy was... Was a nobody.

Here, see for yourself.

And I eat this stuff fast, so
I don't have to taste it.

Now, look, right there.

No known address, no criminal record,

fingerprints not on file with the FBI.

Just another loser who
tried livin' by the gun.

Your three-card monte pal was
right. The guy was an amateur.

Some connection, eh,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Honestly, Jessica,
I don't know how to thank you enough.

Oh, Rita, there's no need for thanks.

But I really unloaded on
you. All my anxieties...

Mrs. Bristol, there's no paralysis.

Patti's going to be just fine.

Oh! Oh, thank heaven!

You can see her for a
few minutes, but, uh,

I'm afraid it'll be some time before
she's singing and dancing again.

Oh, Doctor, do you have any idea how
unimportant that is right now?

Clearly, this is a sad
occasion for all of us.

Again, thank you all for
giving your best...

and for believing in our dream.

Maybe we can all share
another one someday.

Meanwhile...
[Marc] Uh, Barry?

Uh, Barry, Si, this is Lonnie Valerian.

Marc, even I know that.
How do you do?

Mr. Parrish, it's so nice
to see you. Thank you.

Mr. Bristol,
I am so sorry about your sister.

Thank you.

Uh, Barry, I know this is a little
awkward, but I just couldn't sit back

and watch this show fold up,
so I took a wild chance.

I rang up Lonnie in LA...

and asked her if she might be
willing to jump into Patti's role.

Willing? Who wouldn't leap at a
chance to work with your mother?

Uh, she just dropped everything,
grabbed the red-eye.

[Lonnie] Marc has filled me in.

This show is absolutely fabulous!

I adore that hotel number.

And that song in the second act...

Let's see. How does it go? Um...

And the morning sun

Dries the leaves and my eyes

And I look up and know
That's a bad lyric.

Don't tell me. You wrote it. I
don't write "eyes" and "skies".

Uh, Miss Valerian, we cut
that two weeks ago.

Hmm?

Yeah. My fault, Lonnie. I, uh...
When I went to the airport,

I guess I just picked you up.
I grabbed the wrong script.

Si, I think she'd just be terrific.

You know, Barry,
I think this show deserves a chance,

and with Miss Valerian, we might
have more than a chance.

I say we go.
I don't know.

Mother...
Your mother's a trouper.

There are jobs at stake here, months
of preparation, weeks of work.

Now, isn't there some sort of
tradition that covers this?

I'll ask her.

Those were her first
words? According to Rita.

Patti smiled up at her and said,
"Mom, I want you to go on."

Great. Well, Patti's recovering,
and we're still employed.

I feel as if my heart's
been on a yo-yo today.

You should have got that part. Come on,
Grady.

Lonnie Valerian is a huge star.
Don't worry. I'll get my shot.

I still can't believe how totally obvious
Marc was in bringing Lonnie in.

It's as though he's been planning
to replace Patti for weeks.

Oh, uh, Aunt Jess, can you
pass me the pepper mill?

Aunt Jess?
Oh.

You still can't let go
of it, can you? No.

I just can't shake off the feeling that
that mugger wasn't after their money...

that it was his intention
to shoot Patti.

I mean, there must have been
some sort of link between them.

You said the police
showed her his picture,

and she'd never seen him before.

Nor had her brother or Rita.

Besides, who would want
to shoot Patti Bristol?

Or want to kill her?

Grady!
Oh!

Good heavens!

That's him. That's Manny Farkus,
the man who shot Patti!

Mrs. Fletcher, you've got
about another 10 seconds

to tell me what we're watchin' this for.

There! There he is! Darn!
Mrs. Fletcher...

The man in the rental
store showed me how...

There is your mugger.
He was an actor.

Well,14 years ago he was
when that was made.

You're seein' things.
That's not the same man.

Sergeant, you need to eat a few more
carrots to improve your eyesight.

Where are those photos from
the coroner's office?

Oh, this is a waste of time, you know?

Look, in the credits he's
listed as Morley Farmer.

Of course, that's a stage name.

I checked with the Screen Actors
Guild. They gave me his agent's name.

Fourteen... I don't know.

I guess that could be him in
there somewhere, but so what?

So what? Sergeant Moreno, if
you trace Morley Farmer,

I'm fairly sure that you'll find a
motive for shooting Patti Bristol.

Oh, will you...
Will you please stop?

Look, the lady was shot by an
out-of-work actor who needed dough.

An actor without a previous record?

An actor who just happened to pull his
first job in this place at this time?

Now, wait-wait-wait-wait...
We don't know it was his first job.

Maybe he never came up against
a guy with a gun before.

Sergeant, I'm sorry. You're
blind and you're stubborn.

And I'm tired, and I got too many cases,

and I just... I just don't
have the time, okay?

Now, look, I know why he shot
her, and the case is closed.

Closed, understand?

And that is your final
word? Now you got it.

Sergeant, you're wrong.
Suppose this...

Suppose someone else wanted to kill
that girl through Manny Farkus.

Now, they may try again.

Mrs. Fletcher, this is not
your little fishing village.

You get yourself in trouble, and chances are
I'm not gonna be able to help you out.

I know that.
Good-bye, Sergeant.

You're kidding. Morley Farmer, a
mugger and shooting people?

Hi, sweetheart.
Good to see ya.

Actually, I thought that
Morley was out in Hollywood,

which is a lot like being dead anyway.

You mean, you didn't know where he was?

Hey, now, Morley was like
a lot of my clients.

They get into different things, drop
out of the business for a while,

especially since the mountains dried up.

The mountains. The Catskills.
Used to be big, tremendous.

Your comics, your magicians, your
jugglers, all kinds of acts.

I'm tryin' to think.
I think the last time

I saw Morley was, what,
maybe two years ago.

Hey, what do you say, Henny?

Same suit, huh?

Morley, I think, was involved in one
of those off-off-Broadway turkeys.

Some kind of an artsy
one-acter he wrote.

The worst thing I ever saw.
Another one of his winners.

It seems like everything
Morley tried, he blew.

I wonder if that includes
killing Patti Bristol?

Say that again.
I was just talking out loud.

Mr. Feldman, you're...
You can call me Lew.

Lew, you're sure you
have no recollection...

of him ever working with
Patti or knowing her?

Come on, Mrs. Fletcher.

The Bristols are a class act.

Morley Farmer was a schlepper.
He was nothing.

This, uh... This is the last
address I had for him.

I think it's right.
There you are.

Thank you, Lew.
You're welcome.

There's one thing more
I need. What's that?

His, what do you call them, credits?

Could you give me a list of those?

Well, uh, I suppose I can, but I've
got some business to take care of.

But okay.
Give me a couple of hours.

Where can I reach you?
Right here. This is my table.

I never go in my office.
I hate my secretary.

Bye.
Bye.

You're on your way

And everything's okay

Okay

Ah.
She is incredible.

You are incredible.
Oh, yes?

Do you realize we're on the verge
of a huge hit because of you?

Hmm?

Well, I'll tell you what
I'm beginning to realize.

How much bigger Patti's part
has gotten suddenly...

the minute it wasn't
Patti's part anymore.

Now, Mr. Faber, I have just
about had it with you.

Your sniping at her when she was
still in the show was bad enough.

But this...
Four new pages today?

This is damn insulting!

Mother, please.
Do you think I'm blind?

You were doing a number
from day one on Patti.

And what was the plan? To make her
life so miserable that she'd quit?

And you... Were you already rehearsing
your lines, Miss Valerian? Hmm?

Didn't you both get lucky.

Rita, please, believe me... Mother...

Let go of me, Barry!

Yes, Mother.
Hmph!

I was afraid of this.

It was too much for her before.

Now... I'm taking her out of it.

You're closing us down? What
are you, out of your mind?

Marc, maybe he's...
Stay out of this, Lonnie!

Barry, for the first time,
can't you see it is working?

So your mother's a little
strung out offstage.

It's what she does out
there that counts.

Marc, she is falling apart!

I can't do this to her. I'm
afraid of what's gonna happen.

Barry!

That lady, she's a strong woman.

You're gonna use her no
matter what it costs, right?

I'm using your mother?
Now, tell me about it.

After you've gone to the top
riding on her coattails.

Hey, watch it, Faber.
I'm only injecting

a little honesty into this conversation.

I mean, you're not making
your on-Broadway debut...

on your own dazzling abilities
any more than your sister was.

Oh!

Marc.

Uh, Mr. Bristol, I need to talk
to you. It's about Mr. Parrish.

There seems to be a problem... Not now,
Grady.

But I think it's really
important. I said, not now!

I tried to tell
Barry Bristol.

I think we've got a serious
problem with Si Parrish.

I went to his office this morning to grab
my books so I could do my weekly audit,

and I think I picked
these up by accident.

These figures add up to
over two million dollars.

I think he's resold
almost 150% of the show.

Well, then, if the show is a success,

they'll all be expecting
their share of the profits.

Exactly. But if it flops, then Si
Parrish just pockets the extra 50%,

and nobody knows the difference.

[Jessica] I can't believe that anyone
would really try such a thing.

Now, that Mr. Parrish... I mean,
he seemed like such a gentleman.

Aunt Jess, are you sure this is the
address Mr. Feldman gave you?

Yes.

Now you see why I wouldn't let
you come down here alone.

There's his stuff. He stays
here... stayed here...

when he wasn't running
uptown or off to Hollywood

at the drop of a possibility.

Morley had this fatal flaw.

He could hardly wait to sell out.

Well, I was under the impression
that he hadn't had much luck.

He was shot to death by
someone he was mugging.

"Mugging"? You mean, like on
the street, like a common...

Why, for God's sake?

That's what
I'm trying to find out.

It doesn't follow. He
just found an angel...

some idiot who was about to
come into a lot of money...

who promised Morley he'd
produce his movie,

a movie from that piece of
commercial trash you're holding.

That's why I packed his things... to
ship 'em to California as soon as...

Well, Lew Feldman never
mentioned that to me.

You didn't happen to
get the angel's name?

Forget it.
We were only Morley's friends.

And can you believe it?
That money guy...

was going to let him
direct and play the lead.

Thank you.
Grady, come on, now.

I want you to hurry to the Showbiz
Café and ask for Lew Feldman.

Camp there till he gives you a list
of all of Morley Farmer's credits.

All of them.
Where are you going?

You heard what
Miss Pashko said.

Grady, I am afraid that Rita
Bristol is in a great deal of danger.

Now scat!

Please hurry.

Rita? Rita!

Good Lord, gas.

Quickly, open the windows.

Oh, dear!

Aunt Jess, how is she?
Not good.

Listen, Marc, I know this isn't the
time or the place, but suppose...

Worst-case scenario, have you got
anybody who could fill in for Rita?

Si, what is it with you?

My sister's almost killed.
My mother's in there dying.

You're worried about your damn money?

No, Barry, that's not it. It's
the actors, the chorus people.

I'm concerned for their jobs.

I'm afraid you were right, Grady.

He has no concern for the employees.

If the show doesn't open, he has
to return the investors' money.

The trouble is, he doesn't
have it. He doesn't?

My tedious attorneys play squash
with his tedious attorneys.

It seems he made a number of
disastrous investments lately.

I'm afraid she's still critical.

However, her vital signs
have stabilized.

I have to tell you.
It could go either way.

Gas, alcohol and barbiturates...
. not a great mixture.

Oh, God, it's my fault.

I told her to go ahead with the show.

Look, why don't you go downstairs,
grab a cup of coffee?

I'll let you know the
moment there's any change.

Do you have that list of
credits from Mr. Feldman?

Oh. Yeah.

Yes.

Dr. Kelley, please come
to Administration.

Dr. Kelley, please come
to Administration.

Si, I'm sorry. Oh, no. It's
all right. It's all right.

I knew it was gonna be too much for her.

I never should have let her continue.
You can't blame yourself.

Ultimately, we're all
responsible for our own lives.

Barry, these things happen.

Old habits are hard to break.

But she'd broken it, damn it,
Marc,17 years ago.

She was doing all this
for me, for Patti.

Mr. Barry
Bristol, please report

immediately to Intensive Care.

I still can't believe it.

I just made this fresh.

Thank you.

She's really gone.

Thank you for coming back here with me,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I don't think I could
have handled it alone.

I wanted to be here too.

I feel as if I've known her for years.

She was like that.

I guess Marc was right.

Some habits you never really kick.

Drinking destroyed her career.

Finally, it destroyed her life.

Actually, that isn't true, Barry.

Your mother didn't fall off the wagon

any more than she took an
overdose of barbiturates.

Not willingly, at least.

Nor did she open the gas jets.

What?

[Jessica] Your mother always
kept a pot of coffee going.

When we broke in here,
the pot was empty.

It had been cleaned out.
Yes?

I think that that coffee was laced with
a strong sedative to knock her out.

Then alcohol was forced into her
system, and the gas jets were opened.

You mean, somebody...
Not somebody.

You. You murdered your mother.

But first, you tried to
have your sister killed.

Mrs. Fletcher, you're crazy.

You wanted your mother's money.

But you wanted all of it, including
your sister Patti's share.

So you got Manny Farkus
to agree to kill her...

by promising to produce his movie.

Oh, please. I didn't even know the man.

Didn't you?

He was a street bum.
How would I know him?

Barry, why are you lying to me?

Think back,12 years ago, when you
were a production assistant

on that TV pilot out in Hollywood...

what was it called...
Guns Over Abilene,

when Manny, or I should say
Morley Farmer... had an acting role.

No.
Oh, Barry,

why are you being so difficult?

I'm sorry. But... You
worked again with him

two years ago on location in Colorado.

He was still trying to interest people
in that dreadful screenplay of his.

I didn't! Oh, of course you did, Barry.

That's when your plan
began to come together,

even down to inventing those
previous mugging incidents...

to lend credence to your need for a gun.

No. Stop it.
You're making me feel

like nothing again!
I was mugged!

Were you? I imagine about now it's
difficult for you to distinguish...

between your story and
what really happened.

You can't do this! You can't
spoil everything for me!

Not anymore.

Barry, I'm beginning
to lose my patience.

You and I both know that the
whole thing began to fall apart

when Manny failed to kill Patti.

That's when you decided that half your
mother's money was better than none,

and you went ahead and
killed her anyway.

Stop it! Stop it!

I can't remember...

when I didn't want to see her... dead.

And then you planned it so
that after Patti died,

nobody'd be all that surprised that
your mother took her own life.

And then Manny had to go and blow it.

So it was lucky when Marc
Faber came up with Lonnie Valerian

and kept the show from folding.

Yeah. Yeah.
That was lucky.

It created just the kind of stressful
situation for Mother that I needed.

Do you have any idea what it was like...

to be Rita Bristol's little boy?

Hmm?

To have a self-involved,

washed-up, penny-pinching
lush for a mother?

She never gave a damn about me.

She hardly even admitted
that I was alive.

I felt she cared a great deal about you.

No. See, that's what she
wanted people to believe.

No, it was all for my sister.

It was "Patti this" and "darling
Patti that," as if I didn't exist.

Yes, I wanted her money.

She certainly wasn't
about to give it to me.

All those years
I could have used it,

all those chances I had,
here and in Hollywood.

But...

she always knew better.

"Get it from other people," she'd say.

"We Bristols supply the talent."

Answers...

she had 'em,

every lousy minute of my life.

But none of that matters a
whole lot. Not anymore.

Because this is one scenario...

Barry!
[Rita] Barry!

Mother.

How...

How?

With a little cooperation
from Dr. Weber.

It was Jessica's idea.

I was so sure she was mistaken.

Oh, Barry,
I wanted her to be wrong.

So wrong.

Mother...

I'm sorry.

Oh, Barry darling,

did you never know how much I love you?

Thanks, but we've been there

Opened up the doors on our own

Thanks, but I'm somewhere
No. Wait. Listen to this.

I feel more at home

Grady, that's marvelous.

I just wish I was there
to share it with you.

Oh, and so do I,
Aunt Jess. It's fabulous!

And you should see Patti.
She was... She was terrific.

And Rita, she's great.
Both of them.

Ah. Well, I'm so happy
for them and for you.

And tell me. How's Kate?
It's gonna be a giant hit!

Well, that means trouble for
Si Parrish, doesn't it?

Well, all I know, the DA's been
talkin' to him since 10:00 this morning.

Well, tell me about Kate.
There's not much to tell, Aunt Jess.

She ran off with some TV
weatherman from Pittsburgh.

Oh, Grady, I'm so sorry.

Oh, she was okay. We didn't
have that much in common.

But wait till you meet Francesca.
Aunt Jess, she's beyond belief.

Now, look, how soon can
you get down here?