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If the government pulls the rug out from under us, this whole thing could fall to

pieces. Jessica, this is Marika Valente. Marika here has helped the police solve

several murders with her psychic powers.

Daddy's disappeared.

I have a terrible feeling he's not coming back.

An intruder opens the door and quietly comes into the room. There was

definitely a woman here last night.

Tell me about $150 million.

Don't you realize that breaking into privileged files is a form of stealing?

He's dead.

Bucky's dead.

Ever since I found out, I've been in shock.

Well, I can certainly understand that.

When I was your age, I wanted desperately to be completely

independent. I want to be a really good book editor.

And I wanted to be a good teacher.

Yeah, but your father didn't buy the school.

Mine's negotiating to buy the publishing house.

Which would make him my publisher.

And my boss.

Goodbye credibility.

Once again, I'd be a rich kid dabbling in one of Daddy's companies.

Well, I can certainly testify for your... excellence as an editor.

And as you know, I'm not that easy to please.

Simon Legree in a skirt.

Maybe not that bad.

Are you sure you don't mind having dinner with Daddy? He was so insistent.

Of course not. Certainly not. I'm looking forward to meeting your father.

He just bought the Lazy L Steakhouse chain, and he's opening one in New York

City tonight.

That's where we're gonna meet him.

Oh, I've eaten in a Lazy L, and they have a very nice down-home family

atmosphere. Very nice.

Dad has changed the name to Buck's Buckaroo.

I'm not sure the atmosphere is going to be quite the same as you remember.

Open wide, Mr. Wilson.

You are so right. The L was never like this. I should have warned you. Dad!

One more.

Daddy, daddy.

Oh, hi, baby.

How's my little girl? Just fine.

This here is Molly.

Molly, this is my daughter, Sally.

Hello.

And you just got to be Jessica Fletcher.

And you just got to be Buck Wilson.

Sally must have told you.

I'm thinking about buying your publishing house.

Well, as you well know, Mr. Wilson, it's not mine to sell.

Of course not. Else, come next Friday, you'd be richer by $19 million.

And that's just the down payment.

We've been looking all over for you, haven't we, George?

Just about.

Hello, Sally.

I didn't know you were going to be here.

Don't you look wonderful?

Jessica, this is my Uncle George and Aunt Janine Foster.

This is Mrs. Fletcher.

Hello. How do you do? Nice to meet you.

George!

Now, did you make sure the 36 Caddy'd get to Pasadena in time for the classic

car show?

Yes, sir. It was picked up this afternoon, and it's on its way.

Uh, Buck, I gotta talk to you.

Excuse us, ladies.

Leave it to George to interrupt pleasure with business.

I'm sorry, but, uh, these rumors keep growing about a possible investigation

into the corporation's financial affairs.

Let him investigate. I got nothing to hide.

Well, it's certainly colorful compared to the Lazy L.

The word is garish, Mrs. Fletcher. Buck has his publicity woman to think up

gimmicks, and this time it's a phony psychic to predict incredible success

for the Buckaroo J.

Yes, I think I read about that in a Wall Street paper.

Maria something?

Marika. Buck, we are not that protected.

If the government pulls the rug out from under us, this whole thing could fall to

pieces. I gotta say, it wasn't the right time to buy this damn white elephant.

Here, George, this little lady will take your mind off your troubles.

Who's your friend, Cowboy? Just feed the boy, darling.

All you have to do is open your mouth, George.

Molly does the rest.

Come on, Jessica.

There's somebody I want you to meet.

Open up.

There you go.

Open up again.

See a handsome man from Oklahoma with a stylish woman from Maine wearing a

remarkable resemblance to the writer, J.B. Fletcher.

Am I close?

Right on the money. This woman has second sight.

Are you sure you didn't see our reflections in your crystal ball?

Jessica, this is Marika Valeni. She doesn't need that prop crystal ball.

She's a real psychic.

Well, I'm very pleased to meet you. I've been looking forward to it.

We have something in common.

Marika here's helped the police solve several murders with her psychic powers.

I keep telling Marika she should write about her experiences.

I bet you could help her on that, couldn't you, Jessica?

Well, now, I'm not sure. So, this is where you went.

Hello, Marika.

Forecasting the future of steakhouses?

Next thing you know, you'll be writing a column for the Wall Street Journal.

Uh, try the filet, honey. I had it flown in from Fort Worth this afternoon.

Dog, don't it? We ought to see each other more often. Well, I hope that's

not why you're trying to buy that publishing company.

Would that be so terrible?

This old boy's about had it. I'm gonna have my driver run me up to Westchester.

I know you're very busy, Jessica. Thanks for making the time to stop by.

I enjoyed it.

Bye now. Take care, you two. Bye, Daddy.

So long, Marika.

And remember, the fates have got to be with Buck's Buckaroo. There's a room

full of rich investors here.

And rich investors want happy futures.

I trade in the futures, Mr. Wilson.

Good night. Good night. Good night.

Let's get out of here, Jessica. Yeah, and find somewhere quiet for a light

dinner. I like your father, but I don't care about his taste in restaurants.

Mrs. Fletcher. Hi, PJ.

We were just leaving.

Why? I mean, I thought Daddy was going to meet you for dinner.

Oh, so did we, but he said he was tired and went home.

How long ago?

Oh, just a minute ago. He went out back, probably to avoid all these people.

Well, what's the rush? You'll see him in the office tomorrow morning. Can't wait.

Mr. Wilson?

Ms. Oates.

Well, you nearly scared the life out of me.

Oh, I'm sorry, but I heard someone moving about.

I was just fixing myself a nightcap.

Uh, and a little snack.

I, uh, thought you went to Poughkeepsie to see a friend.

Oh, I was going to, but my friend got sick.

Weren't you intending to stay in the city tonight?

I changed my mind.

Will Mr. and Mrs. Foster be changing their plans, too?

No, they're staying over.

I just didn't feel too good.

Oh, well, why don't you go up to bed, and I'll just bring your... Well,

because I don't want you to.

Now, damn it, go on.

I'll handle this.

Good night, then, Mr. Wilson.

Good night, Ms. Oates.

You can get out now, Janine.

We're home.

Don't tell me what to do.

Eating junk food out of that girl's hand.

Do something for your manhood.

Then you left me standing there like a fool while you disappeared.

I told you I saw Buck heading for the door, and I wanted to talk to him before

he left. Keep your voice down.

Why?

There's nobody here but us.

Buck probably has a little something cooking in town.

But you don't want to know about that, do you?

This will grow up.

Mr. Wilson?

Mr. Wilson?

Mr.

Wilson?

Mr.

Wilson? Are you coming down to breakfast?

You decent?

Where's my brother?

I don't know. He didn't come down to breakfast this morning.

He has steak and eggs every morning when he's home.

Except today.

What is going on? Buck never drops towels on the floor.

What is this ashtray doing here?

Buck quit smoking 30 years ago.

Mrs. Oath, take a look at this.

Tell me what you see.

Lipstick.

And then I thought, why shouldn't Cynthia Louise put her husband's body in

the freezer?

That's page 94 in the manuscript.

Hang on a second here. You got an advantage over me. You wrote this. Takes

me a little longer.

Here we go.

Oh, yes, this is much better.

I must say, I much prefer working in your apartment than in my office.

It's nice to get away from the feeling that Daddy's looking over my shoulder.

You know, Sally, I'm not sure that your relationship with your father is in as

much trouble as you seem to think it is.

Well, you can't judge from last night.

Daddy's a charmer, but he can't stand not getting his own way.

Anyway, enough of that.

I'm ready to go over the last chapter if you are.

Well, you know, I think I've solved that nasty little problem.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, good morning, B.J.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Jessica, but Sally's office said she was with you.

Yes, she is. Hang on.

Beej, is everything okay?

No.

Daddy's disappeared.

What do you mean, disappeared?

I mean he's vanished from the face of the earth.

Oh, Sally, I am so glad that you're here.

Has anyone heard from Daddy?

Not a word.

Oh, Jessica, this is Mrs. Oates. She brought me up after my mother died.

Hello. I saw BJ's car in the driveway.

Oh, he just went toward the garage with Tom Jarrah.

Tom practically lived here when he was BJ's grade school buddy.

Come in.

Carl, did you happen to see Mr. Wilson this morning?

No, I didn't.

When did you see him last?

Last night when I drove him home. We got back from the city about 10.30.

Who was he with?

Nobody. He was alone.

Stop anywhere along the way?

Once at a gas station, the limo was running low.

Was a woman waiting for him?

No. All we picked up was a full tank of gas.

Was the woman already here when you got back to the house?

I didn't see any woman. Mr. Wilson went into the house alone.

And then what did you do, Carl?

I drove the limo back here and parked it.

Mr. Wilson take the limo out last night?

No, the keys were on my dresser in my room. They were still there this

morning.

He could have driven one of the other cars.

Open it up.

Do you remember when we were kids, pretending we were driving these

beauties?

It was perfect.

Yep. One thing's for sure.

He would have been noticed if he'd driven away in one of those.

And Daddy sure as hell wasn't one for walking.

Janine is up in her room with a cold compress.

I've been on the phone all morning. Nobody at the office has heard from him

either.

There are a lot of important matters that can't be resolved without Buck.

Well, can't you take care of him, Uncle George?

You have some authority in the company.

Not enough.

Buck doesn't like to share it with anybody.

Here we are, Tom.

The brat.

Hello, Sally.

Old Tom was afraid you wouldn't remember it.

Not remember the man I had a tremendous crush on when I was ten?

Uncle George, I'd like to talk business with you in the den.

Oh, it's about time somebody wanted to talk business.

Excuse us, please.

Tom Jarrow, I want you to meet Mrs. Fletcher. Hello, Tom.

The mystery writer. I'm a big fan.

Well, thank you.

Did you find anything out back?

The chauffeur swore he drove Buck home alone.

I saw two brandy glasses on a tray in Buck's bedroom and lipstick on a

cigarette in his bathroom.

There was definitely a woman here last night.

I wonder if it was the waitress from the steakhouse. She seemed like his type.

What type is that?

Good-looking women who call him cowboy.

You know her name?

Molly, but he called her darling.

That's what he calls most women he likes.

Well, I'm sure the steakhouse would have her name on file, right?

Why don't I give them a call since I need to get back to the office anyway?

Yeah, well, Kat.

It's not like Buck to take off without telling me when he'll be back.

Well, maybe he left in a hurry and didn't know when.

Without his wallet, his watch, or his keys, I have a terrible feeling he's not

coming back.

B.J., if your dad knew that you had been hacking around in the corporation's

computer files, he'd skin you alive.

I was gonna tell him myself last night at the steakhouse, but he ran off before

I had a chance to talk with him. Don't you realize that breaking into

privileged files is a form of stealing?

I had to.

What, with the rumors of an investigation?

Hail Uncle George, the Wall Street Journal was calling every day.

and daddy's good friend the senator wouldn't return my phone calls even when

I used his name.

I had to find out how deep it went and what the committee might find.

It's bad, Uncle George.

I couldn't understand half of it, but one thing I do understand is the huge

sums of money were shifted from every arm of this company.

Look, some kind of complicated transactions require extreme measures.

Now, your dad has been negotiating for the public... Don't you get it, Uncle

George? This has nothing to do with negotiations.

Now, a grand total of $150 million has been electronically transferred into

several different bank accounts.

And that money, in turn, was recently withdrawn in the form of cash and bearer

bonds.

Better be careful what you're saying.

Well, it's one hell of a coincidence, don't you think?

Both Daddy and the money disappearing just when the entire corporate

structure's about to go smack down the toilet.

B.J., I hope that you are not stupid enough to think that your father,

could possibly do anything that would ruin all of us.

Do it.

Uncle George, he's done it.

I got it, Ms. Oates.

Marika. I had to come.

I heard the premonition something happened to your brother.

Premonition?

I wondered why he was so eager to have us meet.

Now I understand.

He too had the premonition.

He knew that we would have to work together to solve this mystery.

Ah, well, I'm not sure that I am. Jessica, you must.

Please.

I don't understand what she's doing.

She is looking for the right object to use in psychometry.

I don't think I ever heard that word before in my life.

Well, it has to do with using an object to divine something about the person who

owns it.

He's dead.

Bucky's dead.

Oh, no.

No!

Oh, Mrs. Oates, I was asked to invite you to a demonstration of psychometry in

the Lanai. Oh, yes, thank you. I'm crazy about that stuff.

I don't think you've met Carl Graham, Mr. Wilson's driver.

This is Jessica Fletcher, a friend of Sally's. Yeah?

How do you do, Carl?

I'd like to ask you, too. Haven't I answered enough questions?

I didn't drive a woman here last night. I didn't drive one away this morning.

Look, I was only going to ask you if you'd like to join us in the lanai.

Marika Valente, the psychic, made a point of asking that everyone should be

there. Waste, waste my time.

I got into him. He never even touched his apple pie.

I want absolute silence so I can focus my thoughts on Buck's favorite

photograph.

Don't be alarmed by anything I might say.

Please don't cry out or my concentration will be broken.

I see Buck asleep in his bed.

An intruder opens the door and quietly comes into the room.

I cannot see a face.

I sense that the intruder is someone with a guilty secret.

And in the right hand, a gun with a silencer.

Buck senses the danger and wakes.

He starts to get up. The intruder fires.

Buck falls back on the bed.

The intruder uses a pillowcase to mop up the blood, then tosses it under the bed.

The intruder lifts Buck's body and carries him out.

Like one might carry a child.

I feel the presence of someone else.

Someone in the bathroom, listening.

A witness to the murder.

Jessica, have I given you enough?

Is there any more to tell?

Yes, but I find myself turning from it with dread, wanting it not to be so.

We must hear it all.

I see a chamber in the ground.

So very dark.

So very cold.

A grave.

But... Not an ordinary grave.

A deep shaft.

A well.

An old well.

Buck's body is thrown there by the killer.

No, I don't believe this. My father is alive.

Shh. You'll break your concentration. I don't give a damn.

Sally, wait a minute.

I've had enough of these horrible party games.

Tom, she's talking about the old well. I know where it is. There's a picture of

it in the den.

Show me.

An oil well. Look what he wrote on it, in the corner.

First Gusher, Tulsa, 1950.

An old well.

Daddy's first.

Yeah, but you don't seriously think somebody killed your father and brought

his body back to an Oklahoma oil field in the middle of the night?

Maybe. The corporate jet's only 10 minutes from here. I checked it out as

soon as you said he was missing. Jet's still there. Your father never came near

it, dead or alive.

But you don't believe he's dead, do you?

No. Why?

I have my reasons.

Psychometric readings, they always give me a migraine.

It was very impressive.

I can certainly see how your special talents could help the police to solve

murders, wherever that was.

London. Scotland Yard called me in several times.

Oh, how absolutely fascinating.

And did you locate victims or murderers?

How can you ask me so many questions?

Can't you see I'm suffering?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's just that this subject is so interesting to me.

Please excuse me.

I have the need of some fresh air.

That awful woman.

Jessica, I'm sorry for running out like that. Oh, no need to be. I almost ran

out with you.

But something puzzles me.

Sally, did your father have any maps of this property?

There's no indication of a well on the property.

You sound disappointed.

I wanted to find it and prove that Marika was wrong.

Have you got a magnifying glass?

Yes,

just as I thought.

Did you find a well?

No, but I found something else.

A circle with a C in it.

We'll meet Tom here first thing in the morning.

I called the steakhouse and got the telephone number of the waitress. What'd

she say?

After work, she went home with her husband, who's a pastry chef in the

kitchen. Apparently, harmless flirting with the customers was all part of the

fun at Buck's Buckaroo.

It's right here.

What is it? The old well?

No, it's not a well. It's a cistern for storing rainwater, according to the map.

Let's have a look.

It wasn't some stranger who sneaked up on her while she was taking a walk.

She was shot at close range through the heart.

Apparently, she knew everyone in the house, including Buck's driver, Carl

Grails. In fact, I invited him to join us at the reading last night, but when I

mentioned Marika Valenti's name, he bolted out of the room, white as a

sheep, didn't even touch the food that Mrs. Oates had set out for him.

Maybe he was afraid that she'd contradict his lie.

What lie was that?

Well, I listened carefully to Marika's so-called reading last night.

I think that she was the woman in Buck Wilson's bathroom.

I mean, not even a psychic could divine that much detail.

Carl must have driven her back up here last night with Buck.

He lives right next to the garage.

You can see it from here.

I imagine that he can see us, too.

Carl, it's Police Sergeant Tom Jarrow. Can you open the door, please?

I knew you were coming.

Yeah, I see.

But I guess you were hoping you'd be out of here first.

Right?

I swear on my mother's grave I didn't kill that woman.

How did you know it was a woman, Carl, considering I didn't mention it? I saw

from my window when her body was being recovered.

And why did you lie about driving her here?

Well, Mr. Wilson told me not to tell anybody.

He's always been good to me. I do what he says.

Had you ever driven the Valenti woman up here before? No.

But Mr. Wilson was seeing her.

Yeah, he usually met at a New York hotel last night. He thought he'd have the

house to himself.

And you took her back to the city early yesterday morning?

I was supposed to.

She asked me to drop her at a motel a couple of miles from here. I was glad I

didn't have to make the round trip.

What do you got, Steve? I turned the room inside out.

No murder weapon.

All right, read him his rights, take him in, and get a signed statement.

Got it.

What do you think of the Valenti woman?

Evidently, she was a psychic who made house calls, which reminds me I have a

phone call to make myself.

You don't know what you're talking about. Just try to listen. I don't want

to hear anymore. Because you've got a reality problem.

Did you hear him, Jessica?

Well, I heard Ray's voices, and I believe that one of them was yours.

Sally, I'd keep this in the family.

My brother has lost his mind. He thinks Marika made up all that stuff about

Daddy being dead and that he's alive and hiding somewhere on the grounds. But

isn't that what you believe?

I never said he was hiding.

That's something that you and Tom used to do when we were kids.

Yes, but why would Marika pretend that your father was dead?

I think Buck asked her to.

Why?

So we'd stop looking for him. He'd have time to get away with the $150 million

he stole from the corporation.

I hope you're just trying to impress Jessica with your fiction and you're not

going to say anything like that to Tom Jarrow. It's true.

You're the one with the reality problem.

Now, tell me about $150 million.

Hello, Tom. Hi. If you're looking for B.J., he decided to go into his office.

Actually, it's Sally I've come to see.

Sally really isn't feeling very well just now.

Oh?

Well, would you mind if I looked in on her?

She doesn't want to be disturbed, Tom.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Bob Jarrah is a nice man. He likes you.

He doesn't deserve to be treated like that.

I wish you'd just please mind your own business.

Mrs. Oates.

Mrs. Oates.

Mrs. Oates?

What is it?

I'm sorry, Mr. Foster.

I just can't bear seeing this family come apart like this.

And I am listening to what Buck's own son is saying about it.

Oh, come on.

That's just B.J.'s immaturity showing.

I've been in this house over 20 years, Mr. Foster, long enough to see the

children grown.

And you get to know a lot about a person in that time.

Mr. Wilson doesn't have a crooked bone in his body.

I know that.

Listen, you know what I think?

I'm betting old Buck's gonna come walking back in here any minute, as big

as life.

He's probably off on one of those goofy adventures of his.

He'll be back.

Yes, this is Jessica Fletcher.

Hello? Inspector Moss?

Well, it's been a while since I've heard your voice.

Yes, I remember you vividly from your last trip to London. I understand you've

made an inquiry about a woman named Marika Valenti.

Yes, she claimed to have assisted the Yard in solving some murders.

There's no record of her assistance.

However, I did come across the name in quite a different context.

Marika Valenti is one of the aliases used by a woman who has been arrested

three times on suspicion of blackmail.

Blackmail? Yes.

But each time, the charge was dropped when the alleged victim refused to

testify in open court.

By the way, her M.O. was always the same.

She pretended to be a psychic.

Thank you, Inspector.

You've been a great help.

My best dear wife, goodbye.

Jessica. That was a very interesting conversation.

This has all been too much for me. I can't stay in this house any longer.

Let's go back to New York and finish working on your book. Oh, my book can

wait. You don't understand. I have to get away from this place.

I can't even face Tom Jaro after the things that B.J. said.

Forget those things.

I want to ask you about something else that B.J. said, that he and Tom used to

hide from you all the time.

We were kids.

Well, the property can't have changed that much.

Did they have several hideouts or just one?

Just one, the garage. They used to lock me out and play in Daddy's old cars.

Oh, are those old cars still there?

Yes, last time I looked. Why?

When B.J. and I weren't playing around in these old cars, we'd hide out here in

the workshop.

We'd grab a cot and a couple of chairs with food and water. We could live out

here for days.

Sergeant, come over here quick.

Why would anyone kill Daddy? He didn't have an enemy in the world.

I'm sure your father was a very good man.

I think it's pretty clear his killer's already in custody.

Carl, he worshipped Mr. Wilson. He was the only one who would give him the job.

Here's the next convict, Mrs. Oates.

Mr. Wilson believed that people could change.

Let's go inside.

I'll make you some of that nice tea that you like so well.

Tom, Tom!

Yeah, I've still got some things to do. You go inside. I'll be right with you,

okay?

I promise.

You find something, Mrs. Fletcher?

You know, that oil stain there is recent.

Was there a 1936 Cadillac parked here?

If you got that from this oil spot, I want to take your class.

That can be arranged.

No, no, no. The truth is that I remember Buck.

talking about a Cadillac that he was going to ship somewhere. I wish I could

recall where.

Well, B.J. said his dad was going to have all the classic cars shipped to the

Oklahoma ranch.

Oh, I think I would have remembered that.

Mrs. Fletcher, finding the body in the garage sort of cinches the case against

Carl. I mean, this was his domain.

He lived just next door. He knew the people in the house rarely came out here

anymore and figured it was the perfect place to stash Buck's body after he

pulled it from the sister.

Bet you don't buy that, do you?

What motive did Carl have for killing Buck?

Well, I'm sure you know about the $150 million BJ said his dad misappropriated

from the company.

Yes, but did Carl know about it?

It was a lot of money. I mean, Buck must have brought it home a briefcase full at

a time.

Unless, of course, he got careless and opened it up while inside the limo.

Yeah, but where's the money now?

I mean, your officer searched Carl's room for the murder weapon. I'm sure he

would have told you if he'd found $150 million.

Carl must have gotten that out of here.

Yes, but how?

I mean, you yourself said, that's a lot of money. It's too much to put in a

suitcase and walk out the door.

Buck didn't send his Cadillac to the ranch.

He shipped it out to a classic car show in California the day of the murder.

From his garage?

Do you remember the name of the company that he used for shipping his car

through? It's got to be the leading one in the area, which would narrow it down.

I'm going to try trans-highway shipping.

The manager there beats me at poker every other Thursday.

Phil, Tom Jarrow.

How you doing?

Listen, I'm actually calling on official police business.

Look, you didn't happen to pick up a classic Cadillac day before yesterday

for shipment to some town in California?

Pasadena? Yeah, that's it.

What?

What time?

Thanks, Phil.

Shipping order was changed.

To a foreign destination.

Rio de Janeiro.

sally can i talk to you a minute i'll tell him i'm really not in the mood to

answer a load of questions no i know i didn't come here as a cop i just haven't

had a chance to tell you that i'm really sorry about your dad he was a good man

and uh i think i know how you must feel i just didn't want to believe that it

was true even after we found marika

It just seems like all these years I've been trying to get away from him.

No, you just wanted to stand on your own two feet, that's all.

How must he have felt?

Oh, he understood.

Well, since you moved into New York, I've probably seen your father as many

times as you have, and, well, I asked him about you recently, and he just was

so proud, proud of what you were doing in the book business all on your own.

He said that?

He sure did.

Said that you reminded him of somebody.

Reminded him of himself when he started out.

Before the first big gusher hit.

Sally.

He was good to me, too.

I'm gonna miss him.

You gonna be okay here?

Yeah, you go on.

I'm sure you got a lot to do.

Thank you

He

loved the girls in high school he had them fighting over him

But he never loved any woman the way he loved your mother it was purely sacred

Hello, Wilson residence.

Just a moment.

It's for you.

Yeah, this is Phil at Trans Highway Shipping.

Yeah, sorry to disturb you.

You know that Cadillac you're shipping to Rio?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I just got a call from a federal inspector.

He says he's got to make a thorough examination of the car before it's

loaded on the ship.

Hey, it's a new regulation. What can I tell you?

Look, Treasury's just got to be sure it's a real classic and not a cheap

lookalike put together for a quick sale down in Latin America.

Anyway, I don't expect a problem with a genuine article like this, do you?

Is he still there, George?

Somebody named Phil just called at the house and said there was going to be

some kind of inspection.

Pretty convincing, wasn't he?

Well, this isn't mine. It's Buck's. He stole it.

But this is your signature on the shipping instructions, changing the

destination of the car from Pasadena to Rio.

Look, I didn't kill Marika Valenti.

Buck did.

She was taking him for everything he had. She was blackmailing him. I wasn't

sure she was a blackmailer until I spoke to Scotland Yard. How did you find out?

It was obvious.

Yes, of course, it was meant to be obvious to you.

That was the object of the bogus reading, to contact the killer and make

him aware that she knew what he'd done.

You knew what she meant by old well.

And you waited for her by the sister.

$100,000 a month, Mr. Foster.

And your secret will die with me.

$100,000.

Take it or leave it.

Marika!

She made her proposal, and your reply was a bullet through her heart. Then you

temporarily got rid of her body, as you've gotten rid of Bucks.

You think you know everything, don't you?

Yeah, I've been stealing money for years, winnowing it from every unit in

the corporate structure.

But old Buck found out about it right before B.J. did.

I ran into him the other night at the steakhouse just as he was leaving.

He pulled me aside and said that he was going to hand me over to the

investigation committee to try to...

save the company and prevent his employees from losing their jobs.

When I got home that night and found out that Buck was there, something snapped.

I went to his room.

I shot him.

I had no idea that woman was hiding in the bathroom listening to the whole

thing. But you had a good paying job, lived in a mansion, and you were married

to a billionaire sister. Why did you need to steal the money?

I needed to get away.

From the job.

From that house.

Most of all, from my wife.

I'm so sick of being Buck Wilson's brother-in-law.

I wanted to fly to Rio and start a new life.

In my own mansion.

You wanted to be Buck Wilson.

Yes.

That's exactly what I wanted.

Right.

And if I'm not mistaken, this would be the murder weapon.

It's not going to be the same around here.

I know.

Hi. Tom.

You almost missed us.

Well, actually, it's you I wanted to see. Me?

Yeah, I wanted to let you know I was serious about taking that course of

yours I just put in for a leave of absence.

Well, you realize you'll have to live in the city for a while Yeah, well then I

guess I'll just have to make the best of it won't I I

Hope

you'll keep one or two evenings free for studying