All language subtitles for MSW.S11E06.The Murder Channel

(SIRENS WAILING)

(HORNS HONKING)

(PHONES RINGING) MAN: We've
got a call on line two.

EXAMINER:
Your name is Roy Phipps?

Yes.

Have you ever been
inside this bank?

PHIPPS: No.

Did you rob the vault
inside this bank?

No.

Well, Roy,
it's always a treat

to find a guy
who can beat the box.

Any special reason
you invited me

back down here again
after so long?

Leo Kositchek got out on
parole a couple of weeks ago.

Kositchek? I seem
to remember the name.

Right.
Seen him around?

WOMAN: (ON PA)
Myers, pick up 154.

I don't socialize
with felons.

(LAUGHING)

Not even ex-partners?

Lieutenant, I've been giving you
the same answers for five years.

Isn't it about time you
started hassling somebody else?

I still like you.

Yeah, well, next time you
want to ask me a question,

you better have
a warrant.

Until next time then.

GWEN: And I believe the
addition of a Fortune 500 CEO

like Walter Hastings will
be a big plus for the museum.

All in favor of this committee
recommending his nomination?

Excuse me, Gwen.

What about
Professor Elizabeth Conroy?

She's a brilliant
anthropologist, and...

And she won't attract
a nickel in contributions.

Well, shouldn't we give
the board of trustees

the opportunity to decide which
skills we need the most of?

Yes. Why don't we
propose both names?

I'll second that motion.

All those in favor
of proposing both names?

ALL: Aye.

So moved.

Unless there's
further business,

this meeting of the nominating
committee is adjourned.

Jessica, thanks for
letting us meet here today.

My house is
still under siege.

Problem is Barry's so busy these days,

he's even more frazzled
than I am.

(CHUCKLES)
Oh, lovely.

Oh, it belonged
to my grandmother.

The clasp's loose. You'll
lose it if you're not careful.

Quite right.
I hadn't noticed.

Why don't you
stop by the store?

They'll fix it
in a minute.

I'll tell Barry's secretary
to expect you.

Just ask for Darlene.

Fine.

Could I use your phone? I've
got to check up on my plumber.

Be my guest.
Thanks.

Well, I think we made
some progress today,

thanks to your motion,
Margaret.

(LAUGHING)
And your second.

Goodbye.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hey, Mrs. Fletcher.
Hi.

Well, today's the day
we knock all those gremlins

out of your cable hookup.

Promises, promises.

GWEN:
Everybody understands that.

Yes. I just wanted
to make sure

everything will be delivered
before you start.

Don't worry, Mrs. Noble,
we're right on schedule.

Okay. Right.

GRUMBACHER: It takes years
of experience, Darlene,

and an inordinate amount of
skill, if I do say so myself,

to study the potentials of a fine
stone and prepare it properly.

DARLENE:
That's amazing, Augie.

But how do you know exactly
where to cut the diamond?

(SIGHING) Well, that...
That's my job, you know.

Study beauty.

(STAMMERING)
Listen, I was wondering,

if you weren't doing
anything after work today...

Oops, somebody's here.
I gotta go.

Hello, miss.
Can I help you?

Yes, I'm here to see
Mr. Noble. Is he in?

Well, yes, he is. But do
you have an appointment?

He'll be glad to see me. Oh...

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) Hey, Barry
Noble, you hear what's new?

The diamond industry's
saluting you

You've been voted
Man of the Year

By friends and colleagues
far and near

This award goes
to the best

To a guy we're
so proud of...

Just in time.

...you never rest

So let's all join
in a toast

Our winner we congratulate

But no one loves you
more than your mate

Gwen sends this message
on this special day

(LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

GWEN:
Happy birthday, darling.

BARRY: Well,
my goodness, sugar,

you could have knocked
me over with a feather.

(LAUGHING)
What a surprise.

MAN: (ON TV)
Yes, a beautiful day...

Is this better?

It's worse. You know,
to tell you the truth,

I get a better picture
on my radio.

(LAUGHING)

Don't worry, Mrs. Fletcher,
we're gonna figure this out.

Now, the lady in 5B
and the guy in 3B,

they're getting
great reception.

That Susan's
birthday present?

(EXCLAIMING)

What'd you get her?
You mind telling?

It's a wristwatch.

I think she's
already got one.

Oh, not like this.
Now, listen to this.

It's ideal for a nurse intern.

Digital stop-action
for taking someone's pulse,

multiple-setting
beepers and buzzers,

and a daily calendar
with readouts

to remind her which
patient needs what and when.

Sounds like it'll do
everything but change bedpans.

(LAUGHING) Oh,
that's next year's model.

Yeah, I can hardly wait.

You know, lately,
Susan and me,

there hasn't been
a lot of time for us.

I know that she's been
cramming for her boards.

She's going
to those classes

and logging all those
hours at the hospital...

It'll get easier
when the exams are over.

I know.
That's what she says, too.

I can't even afford
to buy her a decent present.

Rob, you know, it really
is the thought that counts.

Just get her something that
could only come from you.

Yeah.

Hey, Kitty.
Fancy running into you here.

Oh, hi, Leo.

I'm glad to see
you're out of...

Yeah, yeah.
Good to be out.

Look, let's get the tough
stuff out of the way.

I don't blame you
for not writing.

When you're 19, five years
can seem like forever.

Something like that.

I understand you're
with Roy now.

Oh, we see each other
now and then.

Yeah, well, I checked in
with him when I got paroled.

Roy was holding
some money for me,

or at least
I thought he was.

Turns out he wasn't,
so there you are.

I asked him if there's
any action around town,

but Roy said things have
been real slow, huh?

I hear it's slow, too.
Real slow.

You want to hear a joke?

I got a minimum-wage job in an
electronics store down at Columbus Circle,

demonstrating high-tech
alarm systems.

The kind I used to beat in the
capers that Roy used to dream up.

That's real funny.

Well, stop in
and see me at the store

if you're ever
in the neighborhood.

Okay.

Man, you're
prettier than ever.

Thanks.

Well, our best champagne?

Uh-huh.

Must be
somebody's birthday.

Susan Constable's.

You know, she lives in
your apartment building,

and she's studying
to be a nurse.

Oh, I don't think
I've met her.

Hi, Mom.
Hi, honey.

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher!

Kitty...
How are you?

I never get to see you
since you moved away.

Where have you
been keeping yourself?

Well, I guess you heard
I had a drinking problem.

Among other problems.

But everything's
going to be all right now.

I've been in AA
six months.

Congratulations.

Mom's loaning us
her apartment tonight

for our Twelve-Step
meeting.

Here's the key to the
apartment, sweetheart.

Oh, and I put some
cold cuts in the fridge

for you and your friends
to enjoy.

Oh, Mom,
you're the best.

I'll tidy up
after the meeting.

It was good seeing you,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Me, too.

My goodness,
she looks wonderful.

Oh, now, if she could
only meet a nice man.

Oh, everything would
be perfect.

Not those no-goodniks
she used to hang out with.

Here, have a good evening.

Yeah.
Bye.

Hi there, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, Lieutenant, I didn't
know you shopped here.

Well, it's the only place
on the west side

where you can get the right
kind of Sicilian olive oil.

And I'm also out
of balsamic vinegar, too.

Oh. Well,
while you're at it,

take a look, they've got some
wonderful buffalo mozzarella.

When are we going to get together
again soon for some serious cooking?

That last meal we had
was a feast.

Well, if you'll settle for the
diet version, I will call you.

Okay, Mrs. Fletcher.

Hiya, Mrs. Colfax.
How are you?

You mean,
how's my daughter?

Why don't you
leave her alone?

She's trying to lead
a good life now.

Have you seen her lately?

No. Not lately.

And don't touch
that peach.

(BEEPS)

They're beautiful.

(BOTH MOANING)

So are you.

Okay, now, watch
very carefully.

Ta-da!

(LAUGHS)

That's my birthday surprise?
You wrecked my TV set.

Oh, no, no, no.
Okay, all right, ready?

Ta-da! Cable.

Fifty-four channels' worth,

including all
the pay TV stations.

Well, that's great.
You know I can't afford

to pay for that
every month.

Susan, it's free.
Forever.

(SIGHING) You bootlegged
the cable into my apartment?

You are gonna
get in trouble.

What kind of trouble? Who's
gonna know, except you and me?

ROB: Admit it, is that not
a terrific picture?

Oh, I've gotta check
the stuff in the oven.

So, you like your present?

It's wonderful. I can't wait
till I get some time to watch it.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

PHIPPS: (ON TV) Casey, come
on. Let's go, babe. Open up.

Hi, honey.
How'd it go?

Fine.

Were the cops
real rough?

Nah, I snowed 'em
as usual.

But it's just as well
we're meeting here,

in case they're
watching my place.

What's in the bag?

I brought a couple of
six-packs over for the guys.

We gotta lock in all the
final details tonight.

Guess who I ran into
on the street this afternoon?

Leo.

Oh, yeah?
What was that like?

Okay, I guess.

But I felt kind of funny,
because of old times and...

I sure wish we could
have included him in.

Yeah, well,
Kositchek's old news.

And Elgort works cheaper.

But, Roy...
Forget Kositchek!

Hey...

Hey, remember,
you're my girl now.

A toast. Okay, who
wants to propose a toast?

As Susan's favorite professor,
I claim the privilege.

To one of the best and the
brightest, on her birthday.

GUESTS: Cheers.
Happy birthday, Susan.

Thank you.

And I'm so glad
you came into my life.

Mmm.

I'm gonna go check
on the pots.

That idea you gave me about
the present for Susan was great.

And what...
What idea was that?

Excuse me, but I
understand you write books.

Now and then.

Do you use
your own name?

Only if it turns out well.

Touche.

ROB: Mrs. Fletcher, what do
you think of this picture?

I wish my picture
was that good.

ROB: Well, I'm getting you
a new booster tomorrow.

It's gonna solve
all of those problems.

I got us a little
something I think

might make life
a little easier for us.

A road map on how to bypass
the security alarm circuits.

Oh, it's a caper movie.

Oh, I love caper movies,
don't you, Mrs. Fletcher?

This is not
very well directed.

It's very static.
No close-ups or anything.

Yeah, it's probably one of those
cheapo cable-access channels.

What about
the strong box?

Hey, hon, these pictures
are perfect.

CASEY: We aim to please.

Can I give you a hand
in there, Susan?

A Weber 14.
That's doable.

I love it.

Any more beer, Casey?

DORSEY: Bring me a brew, too,
will you, Casey?

Anything exciting happen?

Just plotting and scheming.

Soup's on!

SUSAN: Come on, everybody.

No problem.

SUSAN: Okay, everyone,
sit down.

I hope Mama doesn't
smell beer up there.

She'll wonder what kind
of meeting we were having.

Got a light?

Thanks.
See you.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

BARRY: This is a major diamond
we're talking about,

one of the largest
ever found.

You don't slice it up
like it's a hunk of salami.

Tomorrow, for sure.

MAN: No later.

Tell the others, okay, so I don't
have to spend all day on the phone.

Yeah, right.

All right, bye.

Tense.

JESSICA: The catch is loose
right there, you see?

Yes, it should only take him a few
minutes to fix it, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, then, I'll wait.

I presume that
that is a model?

Yes, it's glass.

The real one is
990 karats

from the Premier Mine
in Sierra Leone.

It's going to become nine emerald-shaped
diamonds and four solitaires.

Hmm, 13.
Is that a lucky number?

In diamonds,
any number is lucky.

Have you seen that
workaholic husband of mine?

Well, I think he's
in his office.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. Yes.

Hold on a moment.

Augie, dear, long distance. From Zurich.

Yes? Hi. Yeah...

Yeah, look, I'm... I'm
kind of busy right now.

Okay, later would
be fine. Bye.

Well, let's go see Barry.

Mmm-hmm.

GWEN: Jessica,
I've been reconsidering

our discussion at
the committee meeting.

Thank you so much for
your help, Mr. Grumbacher.

I've decided to support your
candidate for the trustee position.

Well, she's not
my candidate, Gwen.

I just thought that she
was the best qualified.

Then it's settled.

We'll make it a unanimous
committee recommendation.

Great.

Will you be home
at around 6:00 or so?

I can stop by with
the amended nomination form.

(LAUGHING)
Oh, yes.

Barry...

Gwen. What a nice surprise.

Isn't it?

Here you go, sir.

Ah! Jessica,
here we are.

All repaired and ready to
go. No charge, of course.

Well, thank you, Barry.

BARRY: Our pleasure.

Ciao, Jessica.

(MOUTHING)

Roy, something's come up.

I know we can't talk
about it over the phone.

The usual place? Fine.

I'll meet you there
in an hour.

All right. Okay.

That's really been
on my mind.

That's out of my pocket.

I never even got paid
for the First Guarantee job,

but I want to try and make it
up to you for taking the fall.

What's past is past.
But thanks.

Hey, it kills me
to see you working

some dumb nine-to-six job
for some chump change.

Everybody's
got to live, right?

Hey, so anyway, listen.

I've been looking high
and low for a situation

and, well, there's good news today, Leo.

A tasty little deal
turned up

I might be able
to squeeze you into.

No kidding?

Yeah, man,
right up your alley.

Spinning some of your old black
magic on the alarm console.

What do you say?

And when is all of this
supposed to happen?

Like, immediately.

See, that's a problem, Roy.

We're having a big sale
at the store,

and I gotta take care
of all kinds of things...

What the hell
are you talking about?

I'm talking about being
a last-minute replacement.

That's what I am, right?

Better late than never.
You want the gig or not?

Sure. But on my terms.

Which are?

You need me that bad, I
get a piece of your action.

Fifty-fifty.

You put Elgort out of
commission, didn't you?

He's in a coma
at the hospital.

(LAUGHING)

It's the law
of supply and demand.

Sometimes you have
to create your own demand.

You've even been bugging
our meetings, haven't you?

Good part
about that, Roy,

is I'm already up to speed
on my part of the caper.

Kitty wasn't working
with you, was she?

(SCOFFS) I wish.

It would've been a lot
easier for me that way.

Okay. Fifty-fifty.

(CHUCKLING)

Another meeting,
all of a sudden?

In the middle
of the afternoon?

It's with
my AA sponsor.

Come on, Mama,
you're here,

so the apartment's
empty anyway.

Are you sure you're not getting
into trouble again, Kitty?

Mama, do I look
like I'm in trouble?

Here.

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.
Oh, hi.

Sorry I can't
stop and talk.

I'm meeting someone.
Oh, almost forgot my bag.

Something's going on
with her,

and I think I know
what it is.

I think she's
started drinking again.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Susan, I'm so sorry to interrupt your
studying, but this won't take long.

You said you wanted
to see my TV?

Well, yeah,
that movie that was on...

I don't get that channel
on my set.

SUSAN: Mmm.
It's still in the same place.

It must be running again.

Without any actors.
That's very strange.

I'm glad you came by, because you
want to hear something even stranger?

One of the actors
from that show

turned up in ICU
late last night.

His name is Norman Elgort and
he was in a hit-and-run accident.

He's in a coma.

And that other actor, the
one that played the boss,

came by to visit him this morning
before I went off my shift.

That other actor,
the boss,

what did he say,
Susan, exactly?

I checked
with Actors' Equity,

with Screen Actors Guild,

but this Mr. Elgort doesn't
belong to either one of them.

(CLEARING THROAT)
Yeah. The guy in a coma.

Well, now, according
to the ambulance service,

this accident took place
just a couple of doors down

from Susan's
apartment house.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah? MAN: Lieutenant Giordano?

Yeah?
Your report done?

No.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher, I don't
mean to be rude or abrupt,

but you caught me
at a really bad time.

Well, I can
certainly see that.

And I'm sure the story
you're telling me

probably isn't as confusing
as it sounds.

Now... Now, you said
it was on TV?

Yeah, but I don't think
that it was a real TV show.

Sure, whatever. Can we talk about
this later when things quiet down?

Look, Lieutenant,
this may be very urgent.

Now, they were planning...

Mrs. Fletcher, please,
you've gotta excuse me.

That's him!
That's one of the men!

Wait. Sit down, Mrs.
Fletcher, please, please.

You saw this man?
Where?

I told you, on TV.

Only I think it was some sort
of a closed-circuit thing.

Now, apparently,
he is the boss.

Now, Susan said that
he came to the hospital

to look in
on this Elgort fellow.

Now, you said when you saw
these people, they were...

Planning a robbery.

And this man
was the leader.

Roy Phipps?
And who else?

Well, I couldn't see
all of them,

but there was a woman
there they called Casey,

but I think those
were her initials.

Kitty Colfax.
We know about her.

She's...
She's Phipps' girlfriend.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah, hold all calls, please.

Jessica, Jessica...

Can we start all over again
at the beginning?

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

You see, last night, I was
invited to this little party...

(KNOCKING AT DOOR ON SCREEN)

GWEN: Hello?

KITTY: Hey,
you're a little early.

I'm just out
of the shower.

I'll be right with you.

Make yourself comfortable.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Susan, it's about your TV.

Oh, I just turned it
on again, Mrs. Fletcher,

and that weird show's
still running.

No, you're not going
to get away with this.

(GUNSHO TS)

(GRO ANING)

Susan, were those gunshots?

Well, someone just shot the woman
on the TV. She's a new character.

Listen, Susan, that isn't a
real show that you're watching.

My friend
Lieutenant Giordano

has sent police officers
over to your apartment, and...

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Oh, that must be them. I'll
be right back, Mrs. Fletcher.

Police?
MAN: Yeah.

Are you here
about the TV?

You'll have
to come with me, miss.

Susan? Susan?

Mrs. Fletcher,
you were right.

Someone has been tampering
with the cable feed downstairs.

You mean someone
besides you.

Oh, man.

You know, if I didn't pull that
damn stunt bootlegging the cable,

Susan would still be here
instead of who knows where.

Lieutenant,
I think we better let

Rob take another look
downstairs.

Yeah. Right.
Let's go, Rob.

If you detected
tampering, Rob,

that video feed
might be coming

from somewhere
in this building.

You're right, Jessica.

I should have taken a closer
look when I was down here before.

A guy in your business
ought to know better

than to hitch a ride on
somebody else's cable system.

Next time, you could
be charged with larceny.

Trust me, Lieutenant,
there won't be a next time.

ROB: Oh, now I see
what happened.

When I added the shunt from
3E up to Susan's apartment,

I was picking up the feed
from 3E without knowing it.

Lieutenant,
I have a pretty good idea

who'll be opening
the door in 3E.

(GASPS) Lieutenant...

Mrs. Fletcher...

Can we come in,
Mrs. Colfax?

Sure. What's this
all about?

Well, we had a report
of a disturbance in here.

Where's the body?

Body? What...

Please, what is this
all about, Mrs. Fletcher?

Well, it's rather
complicated, Leah.

Lieutenant,
there's a stain over here

that looks as if someone
had tried to remove it,

but they didn't
quite get it all.

Maybe Kitty
spilled something.

Oh, look,
here's another.

Salad dressing.

When did you get here,
Mrs. Colfax?

Oh, just a few
minutes ago.

I left my part-time clerk
downstairs at the store.

I thought Kitty was
still up here,

and I wanted to talk to
her, but she was gone.

Oh, are you saying that
somebody was here and...

And they hurt Kitty? Oh,
please tell me what's going on.

ROB: Hey, look.
I found the camera.

Don't touch it! It
might have prints on it.

Now we're starting
to get somewhere.

Yeah, sure.
But where's Susan?

And where's my daughter?

KITTY: You won't kill her,
will you, Roy?

To tell you the truth, I haven't
given it a whole lot of thought yet.

I got more pressing things
on my mind.

You think we can still make
it happen even though...

Even though nothin'.

I gave Kositchek
nice clear orders.

He'll drive out, and he'll
drop off the merchandise.

Assuming he works
fast enough,

we'll be right
back on schedule.

Why'd you have to...
You know.

Who says I did?

But when I walked
into the living room

and found you
bending over...

Hey, maybe it was
you, Kitty.

You were there alone in the apartment
with her before I even got there.

Hey, forget it.
Never mind.

The point is, you can't have all
this garbage cluttering up your head.

Not tonight,
you understand?

PHIPPS: Come on, Dorsey,
move it!

Hey, is this
little surprise for me?

Don't get too attached
to her, all right?

She won't be with us
very long.

Thanks for waiting
for me, Augie.

I got stuck in
a meeting downtown.

I figured you'd want to go over
it one last time before tomorrow.

But we're there now, right?
Point of no return.

Thanks for being so patient,
Mr. Noble.

I just wanted to make sure
about every detail.

I'm not worried, Augie.

Not with your touch.

(CHUCKLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Grumbacher here.

Hello. Is Mr. Noble
still there by any chance?

Yeah, he's right here,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Jessica,
what can I do for you?

Actually,
I'm looking for Gwen.

We had some museum
business to take care of,

and she's supposed to stop by
my place with a form to sign,

and she hasn't shown up.

Well, I'm sure she hasn't
forgotten. She's a fiend for detail.

Probably just caught
in cross-town traffic.

Yeah, well, that's
what I thought.

But she is
over an hour late.

Well, if I hear from her
before you see her...

Well, tell her I'm at home,
would you?

Thank you so much, Barry.

All right, gentlemen,
that's it.

We'll see you all
tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

GUARD: Just get
the door here.

(BEEPS)

We're all set.

Come on. I got a table
for us at Luciano's.

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

(CAR STARTING)

Good night, sir.

Leo, time for the night
shift to go on duty?

(BEEPS)

The welcome mat is out.

Okay, let's go.

Don't look at me.
There's nothing I can do.

(PHONE RINGING)

Giordano here.

Lieutenant, is there
any news about Susan?

Not yet, Mrs. Fletcher.

But I was just
about to call you.

The first reports came in
from the lab.

Oh, anything interesting?

Some of the stains on the carpet
in 3E are definitely blood.

But not
Kitty Colfax's type.

Kositchek's fingerprints were
on the surveillance camera,

so he... He was spying
on his old buddy, Phipps.

Cozy little group.

Yeah, aren't they, though?

Phipps's fingerprints,
along with Elgort

and their crony, Axel Dorsey,
also were in the apartment.

So, now we know
who all the players are.

Trouble is, can't find
any of them at the moment.

It would've been nice,
Jessica,

if when you were
watching them on TV,

they'd have given you
the name and the address

of the place
they were gonna hit.

Lieutenant, it's a crazy
coincidence, but I believe they did.

And it was your Mr. Phipps
who kindly did the honors.

And I think I know whose
blood you found on that carpet.

(SIGHS)

Where are they? They were
due out three minutes ago.

(GUN COCKING)

I knew you'd make a mistake
sooner or later, Roy.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I had a lot of help from
my friend. Mrs. Fletcher.

She was alert enough
to spot the Noble logo

on that blueprint you were
using to map out your caper.

Mrs. Fletcher...

Oh, Susan. Thank heavens.
Are you all right?

They... They were
going to kill me.

They had me tied up,
but she let me go.

Okay, good.

Now that you're all here,
I only have to say this once.

You have the right
to remain silent.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Just wanted to give you
an update, Jessica.

It's all fitting
together now.

They found Gwen's body
in a drainpipe

near the Queensboro Bridge.

Where Leo Kositchek
claims he put it

because Phipps
told him to.

We have witnesses who
saw Gwen and Barry Noble

at a dinner party
just weeks before,

with Noble yelling he'd
divorce her in a second,

but he didn't want her
to get any of his money.

So that was
Gwen's motive

for participating
in the theft.

Yeah. And when Noble somehow
found out she was in on it,

that probably put him
over the top, motive-wise.

Gun we found
in the trash barrel

near the murder site turns
out to be the death weapon.

And it was registered
to Barry Noble.

But if he used
his own gun,

I mean,
why would he leave it

where you'd find it
so easily?

Come on, Jessica, you know most of
these guys really want to get caught.

Anyway, he followed her
back to the apartment, and...

Excuse me, Lieutenant, but
something has just occurred to me.

And I'm afraid you're about
to charge the wrong person.

(SIREN WAILING)

Mr. Grumbacher.

Mr. Grumbacher,
glad I caught up with you.

Lieutenant Giordano, NYPD.

Can I...
Can I ask you a big favor?

What sort of favor?

A kind of legality just
cropped up at the jewel store.

The DA's office says
before we can sign over

the big diamond
to Noble's investors,

we have to get it, what do
you call it? Authenticated.

I'd like to help
you out, Lieutenant,

but I have an appointment.

Look, can you spare us
a couple of seconds?

We'll whiz by the store,

you give us the okay
on the stone,

and I'll have a squad car
drop you off wherever you say.

I don't want to be late.

Hey, hey,
they'll turn on the siren

and run all the traffic
lights if you tell 'em.

Okay?
Okay.

Attaboy, come on,
jump in the back seat there.

(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

GIORDANO: Right this way,
Mr. Grumbacher.

Oh, hi, Augie.

I hope you're not mad, me
putting them in touch with you.

Oh, no, no,
that's okay.

Mrs. Fletcher,
what are you doing here?

Well, Lieutenant Giordano
suggested that I should stop by.

Mr. Grumbacher, take a seat
over here, will you, please?

GIORDANO: That's it.

Sit down and make
yourself comfortable.

Now, all you gotta do is
make the official verification

on that diamond, and
you'll be on your way.

Now then,
Mrs. Fletcher,

what was this dispute you
had with Mrs. Noble about?

Well, it wasn't exactly
a dispute, Lieutenant,

it was more in
the nature really of...

Excuse me, Lieutenant. I can't
do what you asked me to do.

Why not?

I can't authenticate this
because it's not real.

You're kiddin'.
Then where's the real one?

The thieves must have
gotten it, after all.

And how would they have
managed that, Mr. Grumbacher,

when they were caught
in mid-robbery?

Unless you're referring
to yourself.

Oh, I... I don't know what
you mean, Mrs. Fletcher.

I think you do.

You were part of their plan
from the very beginning.

In many ways,
you were the key man.

GRUMBACHER: (STAMMERING)
Mrs. Fletcher, I...

For starters,
you were in a position

to delay the cutting
of the diamond

long enough
for Phipps and the others

to mount
their robbery plan.

That's ridiculous. I wasn't
delaying in helping anyone.

I was simply
doing my job.

Actually, you needed the
time for yourself, too,

because, while they were
plotting and preparing,

you worked out an
extra plan of your own.

Your plan was to steal
the diamond yourself

and let the others
conceal your crime

by unknowingly stealing a
second model that you'd made.

So Phipps wouldn't realize
he'd been tricked

until after
it was all over.

Then who could
he complain to?

And while the police
were chasing them,

you cut the diamond
into smaller shapes

so that you could dispose
of them without being traced.

This is all a fabrication,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Not really, Augie.

Your plan was perfect until
Gwen Noble stumbled into it.

JESSICA: The other day,
when I met you,

your phone rang
and Gwen answered it.

It was a call
from Zurich.

And that upset
both of you,

because she wasn't
supposed to know about that.

It was your secret.

I... I'm sorry, but I
get a lot of phone calls.

I don't particularly
recall that one.

We checked
the phone records.

The call was
from Sebastian Racoubian,

one of the 11 calls you had
with him in the last month.

Interpol lists Racoubian as a
well-known, black-market gem dealer.

He was the fence who was going to
dispose of the cut stones for you.

Gwen probably recognized Mr.
Racoubian's voice on the phone,

and you knew that if she
got to Phipps and told him,

it was all over
for you.

Nobody's ever gonna
believe any of this.

I bet Phipps will.

And when I tell him
he was busting his chops,

cracking a safe to get at a phony
diamond... Oh, he'll be glad.

Okay, okay, okay,
I admit it.

I was in on the robbery.

It almost worked.

A few hours more, and I
would have been in Zurich.

A multimillionaire.

Listen, Lieutenant, now that
I've given you back the diamond,

suppose I testify against
Phipps and the others?

Maybe we can cut a deal.

Sounds interesting.
Except for one little detail.

What's that?

Gwen Noble's murder.

I didn't kill anybody.

JESSICA:
I'm afraid you did, Augie.

Your diamond-cutting
preparation gave you away.

You see, Mrs. Colfax said
the other spots on her carpet

were salad dressing

and it wasn't until
a little while ago

when I was
preparing a salad

that I realized it might
have been olive oil

that made those stains.

The lab boys say
it's a combination

of olive oil
and powdered diamond dust.

You'd been working with the diamond
cutter when the phone call came,

so the residue was
on your shoes

when you followed Gwen to
the apartment and killed her.

I panicked.

Something's come up.

GRUMBACHER: She couldn't
wait to call Phipps.

I knew she wouldn't
chance it over the phone,

but once they got together,

I was afraid
that he'd kill me.

I knew I had to stop her.

So, when no one
was looking, I...

I took the gun out
of Mr. Noble's desk, and...

And followed her
to the apartment.

So, you're here.
Good.

Because I'm going to tell
them what you're trying to do.

Trying to cheat us
out of...

You're not going
to get away with this.

(GRUNTING)

All those years
being paid a pittance

for polishing those priceless
diamonds for everyone else.

I just wanted something
for myself.

Then you think you did
well on the medical boards?

I aced 'em. I know I
did. It's incredible.

After all that's happened, I
walked into those exams so relaxed.

Sometimes experiences like that
remind us what's really important.

Tell me.

Oh, Jessica,
before I forget,

that part finally came in,
so I can fix your cable.

Thanks, Rob,
but I think I'll pass.