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That's quite a battle.
No. It's war, Mrs. Fletcher.

Tonight on
Murder, She Wrote...

I don't intend to let
Kreuger move this franchise.

That wimp of a commissioner is not
gonna tell me how to run my business!

Hey, lady, you can't be in here.

Oh, that's all right.
I'm one of the owners.

Kreuger's behind this. I know
it. Phil died intestate.

I never knew that about Phil.

You, uh, left the party kind of
early yourself, Commissioner.

Mr. Mason.
I didn't expect to see you

in the shower room.

Football's a very dangerous game,

and sometimes people get hurt.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Hello.
I'm Bradford Lockwood.

Please let me express my condolences.

Your Uncle Cyrus spoke
of you so very often.

That's very kind,
Mr. Lockwood.

We were very close...

When I was a good deal younger.

But, well, the last few years, I...

I just felt that somebody from
the family ought to be here.

Are you his friend?
Uh, yes, and his attorney.

I drafted his will.

Really? I had no idea he left an estate.

Well, I'd hardly call it that.

He, uh...
He didn't tell you, then?

Tell me what? You're the sole
beneficiary, Mrs. Fletcher.

I am? Of course, he didn't leave much.

Only a few shares of a
Jackdaw Corporation.

Uncle Cyrus investing in stocks.

Usually his blue chips
were in a poker pot.

Well, I'm afraid that this
is a company that has not

paid a dividend in many years.

It's not publicly traded.

But I'm sure there's more than enough
to cover his funeral expenses.

If, uh, you would be good enough
to sign this power of attorney,

I could dispose of that stock for you

and then send you a check to Cabot Cove.

Uh...

Excuse me, Mr. Lockwood,

but what exactly is the
Jackdaw Corporation?

It's a holding company.
And what does it hold?

Its only asset is the
Leopard football team.

Now I remember.

Uncle Cyrus used to work
for some team or other.

Oh, but that was years ago.

I hate to trouble you with
details at a time like this,

but I will need your
signature on those proxies

before you leave for Cabot Cove.

Oh, I couldn't sign anything without
reading it very carefully.

Well, I'd be glad to handle all that
paperwork for you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Uh, as a favor, of course.

I'm sure you would,
Mr. Lockwood. But there's no hurry.

I've decided to stay
over a couple of days.

Oh, I see.

Well, in that case, can I give
you a lift back to your hotel?

Oh, no. No, thanks.
I have a taxi waiting.

A football team?

Wow. You know, that's very
exciting, Mr. Lockwood.

I think I'll just take a look.

Three! Hut!

Hut, two! Hut! Hut!

I've seen better hitting at a
Camp Fire Girls pillow fight!

Come on! I know we got
a lot on our minds.

There's an important game
on Sunday. Well, come on!

I want to see some hitting!

On one. Set. Hut.

Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.

But I may dream tonight about being
swallowed up by an enormous hat.

- I'm really sorry.
- No, no, no. No, really. It was my fault.

I had no business standing in the
middle of the street gawking.

I'm Jessica Fletcher.
Hi. Zak Farrell.

Hello. And, uh, this
is my daughter Jill.

Well, my goodness, Jill, you're rather
young to be riding around in a big hat.

Uh, "helmet."
She reads lips very well.

Helmet.
Oh, yes, of course.

How silly of me.

You know, Jill, you're way ahead of me.

I never learned to drive. You
should be very proud of yourself.

That means "You're very nice."

Well, you're very nice too.

This is my wife, Kathy.
Jessica Fletcher.

Hello, Kathy.
It's very nice to meet you.

I see you two are friends already.

Yes. We... hit it off right away.

Come on. Let's go home.

Jill, would you teach
me some words in sign,

in case I get laryngitis?

Where are the proxies,
Lockwood?

Well, it was a little awkward
right there at the funeral.

But I can promise you that they'll be
definitely handled by tomorrow morning, Phil.

Well, it better be, because otherwise,

that fat retainer of yours is gonna
be terminated tomorrow afternoon.

And you. You, Patillo, you're
supposed to be the coach

of this bumbling band of idiots.

What in the hell do I have
to do to get some offense?

Come on, Phil.
You know we have five starters

on the injured reserve.

I don't want to hear about injuries.
I pay these clowns to play,

not collect Medicare.

We'll have it together for
Sunday. You can count on it.

I'm gonna put somethin' right
up front to you too, Patillo.

One more loss, and you are out.

Morale is pretty low on this team.

Listen, you just take care of
the equipment, okay, Dillon?

I will worry about morale.

Mr. Kreuger, as defensive captain,

I've gotta speak for the guys.

There's a lot of talk about
the team leaving town.

I pay you to make sure the opposition
doesn't put points on the scoreboard,

which you don't seem able to do.

So, where this team plays
is none of your business.

Well, the commissioner says
the team's staying here.

The commissioner--
That wimp of a commissioner

is not gonna tell me how
to run my business!

And if he doesn't stay out of my
way, he's gonna have cleat marks

all over his face.

Excuse me. Is there a Mr. Kreuger here?

This is a private meeting, lady.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Jessica Fletcher,
Cyrus' niece.

Oh, oh. I'm sorry.

Mrs. Fletcher.
I'm Phil Kreuger.

How do you do?
Nice to meet you.

I think you already know
Mr. Lockwood. Yes, indeed.

This is Mr. Patillo, our
coach... How do you do?

Grover Dillon and Tank Mason,
our defensive captain.

Nice to meet you.
I think this concludes

the, uh, meeting, gentlemen.

Very nice of you

to show me around,
Mr. Kreuger.

Call me Phil.

Hey, listen, Web McCord's going to be
throwing a party for the team tonight.

Why don't you come as my guest?

Have I met Mr. McCord?
Not yet. No.

He's a real estate developer. Big fan.

Likes to hang around with the players.

It should be a great bash
and give you a chance

to meet some of the guys.

Ah, I'd be delighted.
Good.

Listen, Mrs. Fletcher,
I don't want to play games with you.

I want to buy you out.

Really? Well,
I have no idea what my shares are worth.

Well, the last time any
of your stock traded,

it was six dollars a pop.

You got 4,000 shares.
That's 24 grand.

I'll give you 30.

That's very generous.

Well, I'll think it over. Oh.

There's my taxi.

Thank you, Mr. Kreuger.
Phil.

Uh, why don't you give
me your answer tonight?

I'll pick you up at 7:30.

Bye. Thanks.

No,
Mrs. Farrell, this isn't a threat,

just some friendly advice.

Tell your husband to quit the team before
it comes out about your little girl.

Who are you?

You have no right to
interfere in our lives.

If you don't stop phoning,
I'm going to contact the police.

We just want to know when, uh,
dinner's gonna be ready.

It's going to be a while.
Have an apple, sweetheart.

You shouldn't carry her, Zak.

Your shoulder's not healed yet.

Ah, what difference does it make?

My passing career's finished anyway.

Darling, it is not the end of the world.

Right.

Who called?

Wrong number.

It was another one of those
anonymous phone calls, wasn't it?

No, Zak.

Kreuger's behind this.
I know it!

We don't know that... not for sure.

Well, I know it, and I'm
gonna put an end to it.

Zak, please.

Don't do anything foolish.

Room 317, please.
Fletcher.

Mrs. Fletcher.
Oh, Mr. Patillo.

Or should I say
Coach Patillo?

May I talk to you?
Of course.

Uh... Uh, are we hiding from someone?

Uh, look, ma'am.
I want to buy your stock.

I talked to the bank today, and they're
gonna give me a second mortgage.

It's gonna be a stretch, but
I can give you 60,000.

How interesting.

Twice as much as I was just offered.

Tell me, Mr. Patillo, why is
everyone so anxious to buy me out?

Well, that's no big secret.

Kreuger owns 48%, and a rival
group of investors owns 48%.

Your Uncle Cyrus owns the
other four percent.

Apparently he wouldn't sell.
Right.

Except that Lockwood had the
old man's voting proxies

and threw the balance
of power to Kreuger.

That's quite a battle.
No.

It's war, Mrs. Fletcher.

You see, Kreuger wants to move
the franchise to a bigger city.

And you're for keeping
the team right here.

I love this town.
It's my home.

I want the Leopards here.

All right, look.

This club actually lost money last year,

but if I've got majority ownership,
I'm willing to put some big bucks

into this team.

This club could go places.

Like a bigger city?

40,000.

I've already been offered
more than that.

All right, lady. From here on
I take the gloves off.

150,000, and that's my final offer.

Mr. Kreuger, my Uncle Cyrus
entrusted those shares to me

rather than sell them to you.

I intend to find out the reason.

The reason?

Lady, the last few years, your
uncle's elevator didn't go

all the way to the top.

Besides which, he didn't like me.

Well, I'm sorry, but I haven't
made any decision yet.

I hope you understand.

I hope you understand something,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Football's a very dangerous game,

and sometimes people get hurt.

Shall we join the party?

Oh, Web.
This is Jessica Fletcher.

This is Web McCord, my associate.

He's the one that collects Leopards.

Oh, not the wild variety, I hope.

No, but, uh, some of these
animals belong in cages.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm very
glad you could come.

Thank you so much.

Hello, Mr. Mason.
Oh, hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thought I'd better get some pictures
before everybody's face gets blurred.

Excuse me. There's--
Mm-hmm.

You're leaving?

Yes, I'm gonna go home and
make some phone calls.

Talmadge won't stay very long.

All this drinking makes him nervous.

He's the commissioner.
Oh.

Do me a favor, will ya?
Slip him a Mickey Finn.

He'll be back.
He only lives a block away.

I think it's time to get you a drink.

You know, I've never been
to a team party before.

Well, the important thing is, uh, not
to let any of these guys fall on ya.

Baxter.

Kreuger.

Where's Kreuger?
Oh, he went to his place.

He'll be back.
Have a drink, Zak.

Excuse me.

Kreuger. Yeah,
I want to talk to you now.

You know what it's about. I'm
gonna settle this thing tonight.

Hey, that's fine with me.
I'll be there at 9:00.

Take it easy,
Zak. This is supposed to be a party.

I'm Harris Talmadge,
commissioner of football.

How nice to meet you.

I understand you now have
an ownership position.

I'm afraid if you want to buy my
shares, you'll have to get in line.

My responsibilities don't
permit ownership.

But I'd just like you to know
I don't intend to let Kreuger

move this franchise.

Well, I was under the impression
that his mind was made up.

And so is mine.

I'll fight him all the way to the
Supreme Court if necessary.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I want--

Mrs. Fletcher, we really should
have a little talk sometime.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Baxter. Did
you happen to see Zak Farrell?

Oh, he left, ma'am, a few moments ago.

Oh.

Mason. Mason.
Can I cut in, please?

Having a good time? Oh,
I'm just having a wonderful time.

It's a great party.

Oh!
Here we are.

Great party, McCord.

Hey, uh, where's Kreuger?

He's missing a great party.

I'm gonna go over and get him.
Well, you wait. I'll go with you.

Mrs. Fletcher, will you
please excuse me?

Oh, yes.
Yes. Of course.

Oh, where are you going,
Mr. Dillon?

Oh, I, uh, got work to
do in the morning.

Oh, it's a wonderful party.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah, Barney. Somebody
got Phil Kreuger for keeps.

Drowned. I'd say sometime last evening.

No, I haven't got any suspects yet.

Barney, I know this is gonna
change the line on the Leopards.

Whatever it is, give me 500 against.

Where's that security guard?

What time did Kreuger
come in here last night?

I never saw him come in.

He's got his own private
entrance in the back,

his own key.
I'm out in front.

Well, did ya hear anything? A fight?

I heard
Zak Farrell yelling.

Zak?

Was he here?

I really hate to have to
tell you this, Lieutenant,

but Zak came in last night smokin'.

I mean, he really had
a head of steam up.

He was callin' for Kreuger.

What time was that?
9:00.

I made a note in the register.
A few minutes later,

he blew back out past me again.

And he looked like 10 miles of bad road.

But you never saw Kreuger?

No, I never come back here.

I'm not supposed to leave the desk.

All right.
Stick around.

Sure.
Uh, Lieutenant.

Hey, lady, you can't be in here.

Oh, that's all right.
I'm Jessica Fletcher.

I'm one of the owners.

Oh. Lieutenant
Clyde Pace.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
Uh, what can I do for ya?

Well, I was wondering if you
noticed there's something

in the bottom of the tank.

Hmm. Hold this.

Ah.

Damn.

Well, lookee here.

A watch.

Smashed crystal,
reads 9:04.

Wait a minute.
Engraved on the back,

"All-American,1973."

Zak Farrell.

That nice man
with the adorable child?

Oh, that's not possible.

Well, everybody loves him,
but facts are facts, ma'am.

Please.

Pick him up.
Suspicion murder one.

Zak, why don't you admit
it. If you two had a fight,

we might be able to negotiate
down to second-degree murder.

Clyde, I didn't kill Kreuger.

I figure it'll be okay for Mrs. Fletcher to
talk to you since she's one of the owners.

She seems to think you didn't do it.

Thank you,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Zak, what happened after
you left the party?

I went over to Kreuger's
house. There was nobody home.

He leaves me a typed note on the door,
says to meet him at the stadium.

A typed note.

Yeah, we found it on the steps.

I figured it was another stall.

But I was determined to
have it out with him.

So I went over to the stadium.

About 9:00?

Right. He wasn't there.

I called for him.

He didn't answer.

I left. Went home and got drunk.

So how did your watch wind
up in the whirlpool?

I don't know.

Last time I saw it was in my locker.

Zak, what exactly were you going
to "have out" with Kreuger?

Well, everybody knows that one.

Zak bummed up his shoulder,
can't play anymore.

But he's got a four-year
no-cut contract.

Kreuger's trying to negotiate him out.

Is that right, Zak?
No.

It's something personal. But it's
lucky Kreuger wasn't there,

or I might've killed him.

Is it true?

Murdered by Zak Farrell.

Where does that leave me?

Possibly a very wealthy woman.

Phil died intestate.

How awful.
I never knew that about Phil.

Mavis. That means he
didn't leave a will.

Oh.
Now listen to me carefully.

You've only been in residence
20 days in Las Vegas.

That means the divorce isn't final yet.

What should I do?
Catch the first plane.

Start making like a grieving widow.

You mean I get
Phil's share of the club?

I'll have the papers
ready for you to sign.

How would you like to be
a football star, honey?

Kathy.
Mrs. Fletcher.

Zak told me you went to see him,

that you think he's innocent.

And what do you think?
Well, I... I know Zak.

He has a temper, but he
couldn't kill anybody.

He's too gentle.

Well, they've got an awfully
strong case against him.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I've read about you.

I know you can help people.

Well, a couple of times I've been...
able to sort of sort things out,

you know, help the police,

but I'm not sure what
I could do for Zak.

This whole football thing
is a riddle to me.

Please help him.

It would destroy Jill
if Zak went to prison

for something he didn't do.

Yes, I'm sure it would be
very, very difficult for...

for Jill.

Hut!

I've seen better hitting at a
Camp Fire Girls pillow fight!

Come on! I know we've got
a lot on our minds.

There's an important game on Sunday.

Now come on!
I want to see some hitting!

On three.

Set.

Hut, hut, hut.

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Gee, what--

Stop!

All right. Knock it off!
Please. Oh.

I feel as if I've been
responsible for all this.

Uh, Mrs. Fletcher, I think you
just put my defensive captain

on the injured reserve.

Does that mean he's not dead?

Not quite. Uh, are you here to see me?

Have you decided to sell me your stock?

No, I'm still thinking it over,

but I did want to ask you a question.

Now, someone said that Zak
Farrell had a no-cut contract.

Now what exactly does "no-cut" mean?

Well, it means that even though
Zak can't play he still gets paid.

All he has to do is stay with
the team and just show up.

Ah. Then he's in breach of contract.

Yes. You see, if he's doing
20-to-life for murder,

the club can get out
from under his deal.

I thought it might be
something like that.

All right, you dumb clods!
Get over here!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Oh, Mr. Dillon.

Didn't I see you at
Uncle Cyrus' funeral?

Oh, yeah. Cyrus and me went
back a long way together.

But you're not supposed
to be in here, lady.

Oh, that's all right,
Mr. Dillon.

I'm one of the owners now.

Okay. Well, then, suit yourself.

Cyrus and me first worked
for the Leopards way back

when they first got a franchise.

Ah. He was equipment
manager. I was a player.

When I was a little girl,
I remember Uncle Cyrus

throwing the ball back
and forth with me.

Things were pretty lean then.
Sometimes they didn't

make enough to pay us.

They gave us stock instead.

Oh, you... you own stock?
Not anymore I don't.

Kreuger bought me out
10 years ago for $500.

Cyrus... Cyrus was too ornery to sell.

Tell me, Mr. Dillon. Do you have the
combinations for all these lockers?

Sure. Why?
Well, Zak Farrell said that

his wristwatch was taken
from his locker.

In 20 years, nobody has
ever accused me of theft.

Any fool could open one of these
things with a coat hanger.

Mr. Mason. I'm so glad
you're feeling better.

Uh, they don't call me
Tank for nothin'.

You're sure you're feeling all right?
You've got a... a strange expression

on your face.

Well, it's just that, well, uh,

I... I didn't expect to see you here

in the shower room... now.

Oh. Uh, yes.

Um... Oh, would you look at the time?

Um, I'll have to be running along.

Don't you know why you
ever bet against me?

Well, five says you miss. You know
I can't wager, Web. Come on.

Uh, pull.
Lieutenant Pace.

Pardon me, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry to interrupt you.

Oh, still trying to clear
Zak Farrell, ma'am?

Well, if I can.

Lieutenant, about that medical report.

Did they fix the time of death?

Well, Doc puts it right
around 9:00.

Says there was a small
bruise in the forehead,

might have been a struggle,
but cause of death

was definitely drowning.

Mmm. Well, that's what I was afraid of.

Thanks to McCord here,
Zak made bail this afternoon.

Oh, that was very kind of you,
Mr. McCord.

He's a good man. Innocent
until proven otherwise.

Mrs. Fletcher, may I ask why you're
so interested in Zak Farrell?

Look on it as concerned management.

Mrs. Fletcher is something
of an amateur detective.

No, I'm just trying to
help out a friend.

Is there any doubt that it
was Zak who killed him?

Well, he's certainly not the
only one with a motive.

If Clyde arrested everybody
who's glad Kreuger's dead,

he'd have to build a bigger jail.

Mm-hmm. But supposing somebody else

had gotten in and killed Kreuger.

I mean, no one actually
saw Zak Farrell do it.

No, no. I checked with the locksmith. He
only made one key to the back entrance,

and we found it in Kreuger's pocket.

Maybe there's another way in?

Mrs. Fletcher, we all like Zak a lot,

but with his temper, we'll
have to accept the fact

that he murdered
Phil Kreuger.

Well, you may accept it, but... I don't.

Baxter, would you be kind
enough to take me back?

Yes, Mrs. Fletcher.
Thank you.

Web,

I, uh, think I deserve another shot.

Come to think of it, you, uh, left the party
kind of early yourself, Commissioner.

Pull.

Hello.

Is someone there?

Open the door!

Is anybody there?

Hello. Open the door.

Is anybody here?

Let me out.
Is anybody there?

Oh, thank you.
The door stuck. I...

Oh, I couldn't breathe.

That door wasn't stuck,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Somebody was tryin' to cook your goose.

Mrs. Fletcher, be careful.

People get hurt in football,
and not always on the field.

I think someone was just
trying to scare me off.

Looks like you don't scare easily.

Oh, I scare, all right.
But at least it proves

that I'm on the right track.

Mr. Dillon,

excuse me for asking,

but I noticed your leg
gives you trouble.

Is that an old football injury?

Well, that's how it started.

Years ago, Kreuger was coach of the team, and
he put me back in before it was healed.

I'm lucky I can walk.

Then you didn't like
Mr. Kreuger very much, did you?

I hated his guts, but I didn't kill him.

Zak Farrell's injury has
jeopardized his career too.

It's depressing.

Yeah. Of course, that makes
your stock worth more.

Well, how can that be?

I understood he's very good.
He was.

But he's also the highest-paid
man on the team.

Right now he's dead weight.
It's a matter of pure economics.

Hut. Hut.

What are you, tryin' out for
the team, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, just getting my daily exercise.

You know, I've been watching you,

and you've got pretty good
wind for an old broad.

Uh, I'm sorry. I meant
you're very well preserved.

Ooh, uh...

No, no.
What I mean is is that...

I know what you mean, Tank.
And thanks for the compliment.

Too bad about Zak. Yeah,
I can't hardly believe it.

I understand you two are friends.

Well, on the road, you
know, we room together.

He's really been down lately.

Discouraged about his career?

Ah, he won't talk about it.

But I think there's something
going on at home.

About the kid.
Yeah.

Well, I think I've done enough
self-preserving for one day.

Yeah.
Good-bye.

Bye-bye.

I... love... horses...

too.

You're going to play now?

I'm learning.

Oh, what a lovely child.

She's very lucky to have
you two as parents.

Maybe now that Kreuger's dead,
this nightmare will stop.

Kathy.

I'm sorry, but that's how I feel.

Look, I know this is none
of my business, but...

was there more going on with Mr. Kreuger

than just the football contract?

I guess you have the right to know,
Jessica.

Jill is adopted.

We wanted a child so badly that
when the chance came along,

we jumped at it.

It was a private adoption,
arranged by an attorney.

Uh, we had to pay the natural
mother a lot of money.

It was a shortcut.
But we didn't care.

It also may not
have been exactly legal.

Anyway, Kathy's been getting
these anonymous phone calls.

Threatening to take Jill away from you.

I can't prove it, but I'm convinced
Kreuger found out about Jill

and was gonna use it to
force me off the team.

That's why I went to see him.
You mentioned that an attorney

arranged the adoption.

Was that, by any chance,
Brad Lockwood? Yes.

How did you know that?

Oh, Amos, thanks
so much for checking.

I was so afraid I'd left
the back door unlocked.

Is that right?

Well, I don't care what
Jonathan's paper says.

Uh-uh. Zak Farrell did
not kill Mr. Kreuger.

Well, I could be home
Saturday, maybe Sunday.

It depends.

Ooh, the tub.
Amos, I've got to run.

No, I'll see you when I get home.

Oh! I wondered what had
happened to that earring.

I'm coming.

I hope I haven't come at
an inconvenient time.

Uh, well, as a matter--

I tried to call, but the line was busy.

Oh, yeah.
I... I was calling home.

Uh, please come inside.

Forgive me for dropping by unannounced,

but I'm flying to New York tomorrow
and I... I wanted to talk.

As commissioner, it's part of my
job to get to know the owners.

Keep out the riffraff?

Well, professional sports sometimes
attracts the wrong element.

Oh, so I've noticed.

Mrs. Fletcher--

I've heard that you might be
willing to sell your stock.

I must have a sign on my back.

There's an investor who's
very interested in the club

and who'd keep the franchise here.

Would his name be
Web McCord?

I'm not so sure he'd want me to say.

Well, let's say you didn't say.

I suppose anything would be an
improvement over Phil Kreuger.

Kreuger was a boor and a liar.

He seemed to take a perverse pleasure
in publicly humiliating me.

Well, you won't have
that problem anymore.

Well, I didn't kill him,
if that's what you mean.

Remember,
I was at McCord's party.

It's 45 minutes from McCord's house

to the stadium and back.

And no one at that party could have
killed Kreuger except Farrell,

because he left early.

But as I remember, didn't you
also leave early, Commissioner?

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to take my bath.

Will you, um...
Ah, of course.

You know, it's strange.

I mean, first one woman owner,

then two in less than a week.

Two?
Mrs. Kreuger.

I assume she'll inherit.

I didn't know there was a Mrs. Kreuger.

Thanks for stopping by.
Sure.

Hello.

Anyone here?

Hello?

Uh, the doorbell doesn't
seem to be working.

It's wet.

Of course.

Hold it right there, honey.

Don't move an eyelash.

You must be Mrs. Kreuger.

We haven't met.

I'm Jessica Fletcher.

I told you not to move.

How did you get in here?
The door was ajar.

I called, uh, but you didn't answer.

You weren't, by any chance,
taking a bath, were you?

Bath? I just got in from
Las Vegas two minutes ago.

Look, I don't know who you are, honey,

but I don't like finding
you in my bathroom.

I'm gonna call the police.

Good idea. I was gonna call them myself.

Ask for Lieutenant Pace.

Yeah. It's wet all right.

You need a plumber, not
a police officer.

Would somebody tell me
what is going on here?

Lieutenant, this is
only a theory, but...

what if Phil Kreuger wasn't
drowned in the training room?

What if he was drowned right
here in his own tub?

Phil drowned in this room?

But they found his body
in the whirlpool.

The party was only half
a block from here.

Anybody could have slipped
out, come over here,

hit Kreuger over the head and
held him under the water.

I was in Las Vegas.
I can prove it.

Whoever it was wouldn't
be missed for a few minutes.

They could've come back here after
the party and moved the body.

I'm getting out of here.

Where are you going? Phil
was murdered in this room.

It gives me the creeps.
I'm checking into a motel.

Interesting theory,
Mrs. Fletcher.

It opens up the field.

So, who did it?

Well, that part may be
very difficult to prove.

Can the tragedy-struck
Leopards overcome the odds and break

their four-game losing streak?

Smart money says no.

Stay tuned for the pregame show right
after these commercial messages.

All right, you guys.

Listen up.

I'm gonna make this short.

You all know what happened this week,

but that doesn't mean a damn thing
once we get on that field.

Everybody's figurin' us
for a bunch of losers.

Maybe we are.

You guys are gonna have to
decide that for yourselves.

That's all I got to say.

Barney.

Clyde Pace.

What's my limit?

I'd give my left arm to be
out there with the guys.

Oh, I think Coach Patillo was
using reverse psychology.

I just hope it isn't a laugher.

Oh, good luck. Don't you worry,
Mrs. Fletcher.

We're gonna win this one for you.

The Leopards needed a first down

almost as much as they
needed Zak Farrell.

They're having one of those days
when nothing seems to go right.

Now that they've got the ball, let's
see what they can do with it.

So far they've fumbled it
twice, lost it to interception

and missed a field goal.

It's airborne!

And the pass is complete.

Telephone for you,
Mr. McCord. I'm watching the game here.

They said it was an emergency.

Hacklemer is on his way.

He goes out of bounds
on the 20 yard line.

This better be good.

McCord.

Mr. McCord, this is
Sylvia at the cleaners.

Who?
The cleaners.

The boss won't let me go
home until I tell you.

Tell me what?

That jacket you brought in has
one brass button missing.

What? The boss was very
insistent that I tell you

it was missing when you brought it in.

So's you won't think that we lost it.

I understand.
Thank you for the call.

You're welcome.

And it's sack time. We'll never know

what Rhodes intended
to do with the ball.

It looked like he couldn't make up
his mind and simply held onto it.

Looking for this?

The lady from the cleaners.

I had a chat with your butler.

With a little encouragement, he told me
he'd taken your blazer to the cleaners.

And the cleaners told you
a button was missing?

Actually, no.

This one belongs to me.

You never lost one at all.

That part I made up.

To see if I'd take the bait? Only one
place you'd come looking for it.

Where you murdered
Mr. Kreuger.

I am very impressed,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, don't be.

This really wasn't an original idea.

When I was in Los Angeles, a button
actually did trip up a killer.

I thought it might work again.

Well, it seems I've
underestimated your tenacity.

It takes more than locking me in
a steam room to scare me off.

I'll remember that in the future.

Still want to buy my shares?

So I wanted a football team.

Every man should have a hobby.

I had managed quietly to
buy up the other 48%,

but Kreuger wouldn't sell.

Fundamental.
Eliminate the competition.

That was very clever getting
rid of Zak Farrell's contract

in the same stroke.

Well, Lockwood told me about
the pressure Kreuger was

putting on Zak about the kid.

So I knew he'd start a
fight at the party.

I already had the watch.

I was going to do it after the party.

But the game plan changed
when Kreuger went home.

You have to take advantage
of the turnovers.

Left me with a tighter alibi.

Kreuger was already dead
when you typed that note

and left it on the door for Zak.

I had to type it twice.
The first one got wet.

I'm curious about one thing.

How did you figure it out?

Partly luck, partly deduction.

I realized you couldn't
drown a man like Kreuger

without getting wet,

even if he were unconscious.

Suddenly it came to me.

You changed your blazer.

I didn't think it would
be that noticeable.

Blame it on
Tank Mason's camera.

He tacked these up on
the bulletin board.

You were wearing a single-breasted
blazer when I arrived

and a double-breasted blazer
later on in the party.

Conclusion, you got the first one wet.

I suppose you waited
until after the party

to move the body.

The key to his private
entrance was in his pocket.

We made quite a mess here.
Had a devil of a time cleaning it up.

Yes. The carpet is wet.
No plan is perfect.

One has to keep improvising.

Are you planning to drown me too?

No. I think they'll find you in the
ashes when this house burns down.

Well, time does fly, and I
want to get back to the game.

Hold it right there,
McCord.

I have nothing to say till
I've seen my attorney.

Seems like you already said it all.

Book him.
Murder one.

I think the price of my
stock just hit bottom.

Mrs. Fletcher, did you have to
stand there and keep talkin'?

We've missed most of the second half.

Now there's no time to
get back there now.

You'll never see another
ending like that, fans.

With the Leopards down 21-7,

a minute and 30 seconds
left on the clock,

the Leopards score on a 72-yard bomb.

On the kickoff Tank Mason knocks
the ball loose-- They won.

That's wonderful.
Yeah.

Then the Leopards recover their own
onside kickoff and score a field goal--

Yeah, that's just wonderful.

Take it easy.

She drives just like you.

Naturally. If she's gonna be
the first female quarterback,

she's gonna have to be fast.

Well, that was a very exciting ride.

Zak, I understand you're gonna
try your hand at management.

Well, I've decided

to throw in with Patillo and some others

and buy Mavis' stock.

It isn't gonna be like playing,
but I'm still in the game.

Uh, we're gonna be sort
of partners, Jessica.

I'm afraid not, Zak.

I really have to concentrate
on my writing in Cabot Cove.

And, you know,
I don't think I'll ever understand

the finer points of football.

You're not selling your
stock. Oh, no, no, no, no.

No. I've arranged to put
my stock in trust...

for Jill.

Oh. I... I don't know what to say.

How can we thank you?

Well, there's no time for that,

and I have to catch my plane.

Now you and your father are
going to be partners,

so will you write to me and
tell me how he's doing?