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What on earth is...

Sometimes the wind catches around the old tower.

According to legend, whenever the crying woman is heard, someone dies.

But with everything that's going on... What if they find out?

I have every reason to believe in the next 48 hours someone's gonna try and kill me.

It's that place. It's bad luck to disturb the rest of the dead.

"For my beloved Sarah, safe passage through dangerous places."

That was so kind of you, meeting me at the airport, Sean.

I hope I didn't put you to too much trouble?

No trouble at all, Jess.

It's my sabbatical and I'll spend it as I please.

Besides, what's an old retired cop like me gonna do otherwise?

Sit at home and watch those infernal Australian soap operas?

You're still going on about them.

We sent them convicts, now they're sending us soap operas.

If you ask me, we still owe them a few convicts.

Well, I'll try to avoid them and get on with my research.

Sounds like you've got quite a task ahead of you.

Uh-huh. You know, I'm really very excited about it.

It's the biggest book that I've tackled yet.

What do you want to see first?

I'm very anxious to get a feel of everyday life here in Ireland.

You know, the people, the lifestyle,

the colloquial speech, that sort of thing.

Then I know just the place.

I got a call from an old friend who heard I was back in the country.

Lives in a charming little village

about an hour outside of Dublin.

Would there be any problem finding a place to stay?

All taken care of.

Culhane... I'm sure it's here somewhere.

What did you say the other reservation was?

Uh, Fletcher. Jessica Fletcher.

Did you know that she's the same name as that mystery writer woman?

She is... Aware of it, I'm sure.

Probably hears it all the time.

You know how it is. One thing always pushing out the other.

Brian, is this what you might be looking for?

Ah, sure. I knew it was here all the time.

Well, listen, I'll go see to your rooms,

and why don't you go over and have a bite of lunch,

and I'll call when your rooms are ready.

Oh, that'll be fine. Sean?

Isn't she that mystery writer?

Oh, you know the one...

Now, don't you start on about that now.

The poor woman gets mistaken for her all the time.

Sean! Good to see you!

And you. And you.

Neal Gillen, Jessica Fletcher.

Jess, this is Neal Gillen, one of my oldest friends in the world.

And one of only two that admit it. Pleased to meet you.

It's a great pleasure. Brian.

Sean was telling me that you've bought a great house around here?

Just finished remodeling the inside.

The outside you leave alone. Kind of an unwritten law.

And Neal made his fortune in real estate. Who would have guessed it?

Comes out of a family as poor as mine, next thing he's a millionaire ten times over.

Ah, anyone can make money if that's all you want to do.

Problem is, most developers destroy the past.

Here, you learn to reach a kind of accommodation.

And speaking of accommodations,

if you're going be here a few days, I insist you stay at our place.

Oh, no. We couldn't impose.

And besides, we just checked in.

It isn't an imposition, and you leave old Brian to me.

He owes me plenty.

And we could use the company.

It's a big old place, half empty.

And besides, the house came with a big library, local history, folklore.

If it's research you want to do, you couldn't find a better place to start.

All right, you talked us into it.

Good. Then, to friends then,

present, absent, and on the road.

May you have warm words on a cold evening,

a full moon on a dark night,

and the road downhill all the way to your door.

I'll drink to that!

Oh, my, I almost forgot.

You know, I noticed that there's a chemist shop across the street.

I have some pictures that I took in London

that I'd love to get developed before they close.

I'll be right back.

All right, Neal. I'm here like I promised.

Now, what's wrong?

If I told you, you'd think I was mad.

Try me.

No, not yet. It may be just my imagination.

Or it may be something else,

something, something terrible.

Oh, come on, Neal, you've got to give me more than that.

Then let me just say my life may be at stake.

Now, please, Sean, I need someone objective.

I don't want to prejudice what you see or hear.

Just come, look around. And once you've done that,

we'll talk, and I'll tell you everything. All right?

And one thing more. You're to tell no one about this,

not even Jessica.

Francis Reilly, proprietor, at your disposal.

How do you do?

What can I do for you?

Well, I'd like to get these two rolls of film developed. One print of each.

Certainly. And the name, please?

Fletcher. Jessica Fletcher.

Right. I heard you were coming.

Oh!

It's a pleasure to meet you. We carry your books, you know.

Have a devil of a time keeping them in stock.

Is tomorrow all right on the film?

Well, that'd be fine. Thank you.

By the way, some of our customers, well, they're big fans of yours,

but they're, well, they're housebound, you know.

If you could see your way to signing a couple of books for them,

I know it'd perk them up. I could drop them off when I make my deliveries.

Of course, I'd be delighted. I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Okay. Bye bye.

Jessica. Sean. I'd like you to meet Claire Abbott, our helper.

Claire, this is my old friend, Sean Culhane, and Jessica Fletcher.

Hello. Well, now, hello!

I knew we were having guests, but not so famous.

If there's anything at all I can do for you,

please don't hesitate to ask.

She's from the village. Never hurts to help keep the local economy going.

This way, then.

Before the remodeling, we used to have the worst breezes right through here.

Now, nothing. Ah! There you are.

This is my wife, Anne Gillen, and my cousin, Liam.

A pleasure. Oh, how do you do?

Jessica Fletcher. Sean Culhane.

Neal's told me so much about you, Sean.

I imagine some of it's even true.

Mrs. Fletcher, we're doubly honored.

Neal didn't tell me you were coming as well until yesterday.

Kept it as his little surprise.

Well, I hope it wasn't too much of a surprise. And it's Jessica.

Are you staying to dinner, then?

Oh, no, thank you. I have other plans.

It was a pleasure meeting both of you. Good evening.

Hmm. Yes, this is very nice.

Very nice. I don't recognize it, though.

I'm not surprised. Mouton Rothschild, 1945.

Almost impossible to get.

After we bought the house, Anne was exploring the wine cellar,

found a whole case of it hidden away.

We keep it for special...

What on earth is...

When we remodeled, we left the exterior alone.

Sometimes, the wind catches around the old tower.

Sounds almost sad.

As well it should. Anne...

The villagers all say it's the crying woman come back again.

Anne, for God's sake, let's not get into that.

I'm sure our guests have no interest in such absurd stories.

Well, speaking as someone who makes a living telling stories,

I'd be very interested.

This house was built 150 years ago

by the captain of a trading ship for his wife as a wedding gift.

He even built her a stone tower down by the cliffs,

so she could watch as he came home from the sea.

One night, she was up on the tower.

A terrible night, wracked with storms, lightning.

And she watched as his ship was dashed against the cliffs.

It sank with all hands aboard.

In despair, she threw herself from the tower

to join her husband in death.

How terrible.

According to legend, from time to time,

the captain's wife can be heard here on the grounds,

weeping and calling for her husband.

The legend also says whenever the crying woman is heard,

someone dies.

I'm just going for some warm milk.

Really? So was I.

Yeah. You saw it too, eh?

I thought it was moving toward the tower.

Are you sure you saw a light in here?

"For my beloved Sarah, safe passage through dangerous places."

Don't move.

Listen, I don't know who you are, but...

The name's Quint Sankey.

I'm the caretaker around here.

And I'll thank you to stay real still.

What are you doing here trespassing?

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

We're guests of Neal Gillen.

This is his property, isn't it?

Aye. That it is. That it is.

But I thought I saw someone sneaking on the property,

and whoever it were weren't coming from the house.

So, if you don't mind, let's be having you.

One thing's for sure. You're not from these parts.

Because if you were, you'd know better than come here.

No one comes to the tower after dark. Leastways, no one alive.

I'm terribly sorry about all this, Jessica.

It's our own fault, I suppose. I should say.

Wandering about in the dark like that.

Well, I'll leave you to sort it out.

I've done me job for the night. Good evening.

Yes. Well, I've had quite enough excitement for one night.

I'm off to bed.

And you should get some sleep too, Neal. Good night.

And I'll see you in the morning, then.

Certainly watches over him, doesn't she?

Best thing that ever happened to him.

Made a new man out of him.

Oh, good morning, Sean. - Been up long?

A couple of hours. You know, Neal was right.

There's some fascinating material in his library,

and just the sort of thing I'm looking for for my book.

What I need now is some personal stories.

You know, local yarns. That sort of thing.

I was thinking of heading into town.

Would you like to come with me?

Uh... No. No, thanks. I was, uh...

I think I'll just, you know, go for a stroll.

Take a look around in the daylight when it's a mite safer.

Get a feel for the place.

That's funny.

You know, you once told me that when you were starting to investigate a case,

you liked to walk every inch of the scene

and get a feel of the place.

I suspect that our visit isn't quite as casual as you led me to believe.

I don't know... Let me finish.

Look, I don't want to intrude,

and if you want to deal with whatever it is on your own,

I respect that and I'll stay right out of it.

I've got enough research material here to keep me busy.

But if you change your mind and if there's anything that I can do,

I just wanted you to know that I'm here. That's all.

Mrs. Fletcher, back for your photos, are you? They just come in.

Oh, great.

Oh, by the way, about those housebound customers I was telling you about.

If you wouldn't mind signing a few of your books?

Oh, of course. No problem.

You must do quite a good business here.

When you're the only chemist for 20 kilometers, it works out pretty well.

So I carry a little of everything, you know.

Food, medicines, cameras, hoof and mouth treatment.

I get doctors, dentists, vets, just plain folk. It's always something new.

That's perfect. Thanks very much.

You're very welcome.

Thank you.

Oh! Emerald Sunset.

I didn't think that this new fragrance was coming out for several weeks.

It's just come in. I hear it's supposed to be wonderful.

Hmm. Why not?

You're the first one in town to buy this brand.

I'll be curious to know what you think of it.

Well, I'll let you know.

Here we go. Thank you.

Thank you very much. Good bye. Bye.

And what were they fighting about?

Seems to me it involved five strong men,

one woman, a tax collector,

a horse, several cases of good Irish whiskey

and crossing rights to Cavanagh's Bridge.

And who won?

The horse!

Now, Mr. Foudy, as far as local history is concerned,

I mean, are there any stories, legends, incidents, you know,

that kind of thing that comes to mind?

Douglas, why don't you tell her about the crying woman?

Word is she's been heard again up by Gillen's place.

That sounds fascinating, Mr...

Uh, MacNamara. Jason MacNamara,

and no need to introduce yourself, Mrs. Fletcher.

You're the biggest news to hit town since the great flood of '32.

Oh! I'm very flattered.

Mr. Foudy, tell me more about the crying woman.

Folks have been talking about the crying woman for 100 years now.

Every time she's heard from, someone dies.

Even in life, she was a strange one.

Always up at the tower.

But nobody ever saw her go in,

and no one ever saw her go out. Strange woman.

Maybe. All I know is

I can't think of anyone I'd rather have the crying woman visit

than Neal Gillen.

If ever a man deserved death, it's him.

The man's a thief.

Well, good day to you, Mrs. Fletcher.

And be careful.

You never know what will come out of the woodwork in a place like that.

Why did he call Neal Gillen a thief?

He used to own most of the land on either side of the Gillen place.

When he fell on hard times, he took out a loan and he couldn't pay it back.

The bank foreclosed, and Mr. Gillen bought the paper.

Well, thank you for all the information, Mr. Foudy.

You've been tremendously helpful.

My pleasure, darling. Ah!

You looking for someone, then?

I was. Looks like I lost him.

Happens a lot around here.

Look, I'm sorry about that bit last night.

But there's been some strange things happening around here lately.

Can't be too careful.

Strange? How?

You see things in the woods some nights, like lights.

And then there's the voices,

sometimes a man, sometimes a woman,

sounding far away, like from another world, or right next to you.

But when you get close, the lights vanish, and the voices stop.

Where? By the tower, of course.

It's not a healthy place, that, Mr. Culhane.

It's not healthy at all. At all.

Liam, I want to talk to you.

Well, I was just on my way to...

I know what you were just on your way to do.

I suggest you quit while you're ahead.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about the large amounts of money

that have disappeared from the corporate Swiss holding accounts.

And what does that have to do with me?

You're the only one with the access code, remember?

Right, and how you got the code, I don't know,

but I'll find out.

What was the plan, Liam? Steal a little at a time?

See if anyone noticed, then go for the rest? Was that it, then?

I don't have time for this.

Right now, it's small time, Liam.

Hardly worth the scandal.

I might even be inclined to forget it

if you tell me who gave you the access code.

Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you! Damn it, answer me!

You're crazy. You know that?

You're out of your bloody mind!

And if you ever lay a hand on me again, ever,

I'll tear your bloody heart out.

So I said to her, "You know, it ought to be part of every IQ test.

"If you can't make your VCR stop flashing 12, 12, 12, you don't pass."

She still isn't speaking to me.

I don't blame her. Brandy? Take the edge off dinner.

Thanks. No.

So, now you've had a chance to look around, what do you think?

What do I think?

In the last 24 hours, I've been threatened at gunpoint,

seen strange lights in the woods,

every time I turn around, somebody's talking to me about the crying woman

in a way that makes me think I have to leave town fast.

What do I think?

I think it's time you leveled with me, Neal.

'Cause I don't like the way this is shaping up,

and I don't like keeping this from Jess.

You're right. I'm sorry. It's just, in my heart, I didn't want to believe it.

I wanted someone to tell me I was crazy, imagining things.

But I don't think so.

Sean, I have every reason to believe in the next 48 hours

someone's gonna try and kill me.

What? Who?

That's the whole thing. I'm not sure.

I mean, we've had some problems lately. Money disappearing.

Things that'd be a lot easier to conceal if I weren't here.

But there's something else, something...

Neal?

Meet me here tonight at midnight. I'll tell you everything.

Darling, your toy is on the blink again.

Can you take a look at it, please?

Of course. Just leave it there.

And don't forget, you've still got those portfolios to go through.

The broker won't wait forever.

Right, right, I'd forgotten.

I'll do it tonight before bed.

Which is where I should be heading now.

Good night, Neal. Anne.

Good night, Sean.

Good night, darling.

What is it?

Anne! Anne, dear. What is it?

Neal! Neal!

Neal?

He's dead.

Oh, God. He's dead.

I'm sorry about your loss, Mrs. Gillen.

I know this isn't a good time, but if there's anything else

you can tell us about your husband's condition when you found him.

No.

He was just sitting there. At first...

At first, I thought he'd just fallen asleep at his desk again.

But when I saw his eyes were open, I...

Well, there'll have to be an autopsy, of course,

but unofficially, I'd say it looks like a heart attack.

Are you sure, Sergeant?

I mean, there wasn't the telltale bluing of the lips

that follows a heart attack.

Well, now, that's true.

Might've been an aneurysm, then, or some other natural cause.

Makes sense, since there wasn't a mark on him.

I mean, the man was sitting at his desk in a closed room,

windows locked, no sign of distress.

One thing I've never seen, Mrs. Fletcher, is a relaxed murder victim.

True. Almost all poisons show some signs of physical distress.

There you are, then. Well, I'd best be going.

If I have any further questions, I'll be in touch.

Excuse me, Sergeant O'Malley, may I have a word with you?

Yes, Mr. Culhane? Something you remembered?

Uh... No. No, not exactly.

Look, I used to be a police officer myself back a few years.

Yes, Mrs. Fletcher was telling me.

I'd appreciate if you could do me a favor, one cop to another.

I guess that depends upon the favor now, doesn't it?

Mmm.

I've seen how coroners get when they think it's death by natural causes.

It'll be a five-minute autopsy.

And you'd like the works, is that it?

Probably want to see the report yourself, too, I don't doubt.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

But until then, no interference in this case, agreed?

Agreed. Thanks.

And he asked me not to tell a soul, not even you.

Do you know why?

Well, Neal was a private man.

He always kept things to himself till he was ready to act.

Must've been hard for him to bring me into this.

Damn it, Jess, I should've done something, told someone.

Oh! Listen, you were respecting the wishes of a friend.

I mean, you cannot blame yourself for honoring his decision, Sean.

What matters now is finding out what happened.

Then you don't believe this death by natural causes stuff any more than I do?

No. I keep thinking of the way the body was found,

so peaceful, so undisturbed, no sign of violence.

It's as if there's something that I can't quite put my finger on.

You know, I need to go back into the village.

There's people I want to talk to.

Is there anything I can do?

What do you know about a man named Jason MacNamara?

Morning. Looking for Jason MacNamara.

You found him. Who are you, then?

Name's Sean Culhane. I'm staying with the Gillens up the way.

I was wondering, since you own the land next door to his,

if you heard or saw anything last night.

No, not a thing.

It's funny. I thought this part of the grounds belonged to Neal Gillen.

No, it's mine. Always was.

And now with Gillen dead, it'll be again.

Can't imagine his wife staying on now that he's gone.

Probably sell it back to me cheap.

Why do you say that?

I got my sources.

Your sources must be good, seeing how's Neal's not dead eight hours,

and here you not only know about it, you're even making plans.

I suggest you move along now, Mr. Culhane.

I've got nothing more to say to you.

And that's dark news, Mrs. Fletcher.

He was a good man, was Mr. Gillen.

It's that place. I told him that no good would come of it,

the way he went about restoring it.

All that noise and the work.

It's bad luck to disturb the rest of the dead.

Ah, the crying woman again?

Oh, now, don't scoff, Mrs. Fletcher.

The fact is, there wasn't a peep heard out of that woman for nigh on 50 years.

Then Mr. Gillen moved into the house, and the next thing...

Well, you saw how it all ended up.

Yes. Yes, indeed.

Well, thank you, Mr. Mulrain.

I really appreciate your help.

Pleasure. Uh-huh.

Good day.

Mrs. Fletcher, I just wanted to say thanks again

for signing those books the other day for my customers.

It's the best medicine I ever delivered. Perked them right up.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Well, speaking of deliveries, I'll just give this to himself,

and I'll be on me way. Uh-huh.

Oh, Sean, we need to talk.

Yes, we do.

Oh. Mrs. Fletcher, I just got into town, and I heard about Neal.

I'm terribly sorry this had to happen while you were here.

We wondered where you were this morning.

I had some business to attend to.

It's a nice village, but try and find a fax around here.

I had to drive across three towns before I found one.

Business on the weekend?

Bankers never sleep.

Now I'll have to do it all over again

to notify the stockholders about Neal.

Listen, with Neal gone, I'll be assuming a larger role in the business,

as he'd have wanted me to do,

so if there's anything I can do in Neal's absence, just be sure to let me know.

Interesting.

You caught the bit about the bank, too?

Just before he died, Neal mentioned something about money disappearing.

I think I'll give Sergeant O'Malley a call. See what he can find.

That's a good idea.

Meantime, I think it's time for me to have another talk with Anne.

So I suggest that we get together afterwards and compare notes.

Around 2 o'clock? Fine.

The coroner's report should be in by then. Yeah.

Hey, we make a pretty good team, don't we?

Phone call. Right.

Are you sure, Liam?

Positive. Just do as I said.

Find a place to stay, and I'll see you in a day or two.

But with everything that's going on... What if they find out?

They won't.

And if they do, it's best that I stay here to take care of things.

Now go on. I'll see you in a few days.

Oh, Jessica, I'm sorry I didn't see you at breakfast,

but with so much going on...

Oh! That's quite all right.

I just wanted to know how you were doing.

I'm fine, fine. Please, come in.

Thanks.

Can I get you anything?

Oh, no. No. Nothing at all.

I just wanted to tell you that if there's any way that I can help,

please tell me.

I realize it must be rather daunting,

having to take over Neal's responsibilities,

his business, his property.

Yes. Thank you.

I've decided to sell the house as soon as possible.

I couldn't stay here knowing what happened.

Of course.

And I understand that Liam will be taking on the burden of running the business?

Will he?

I bet he said that's what Neal wanted. Well, he didn't.

Neal found out that Liam was dipping into the corporate accounts.

Just a little at first, then a little bit more.

Neal suspected that Liam was planning a big score this weekend, didn't he?

Yes, he...

My God. You're not suggesting...

This is outrageous.

You heard the police sergeant.

Neal died of natural causes!

This incident with Liam has nothing to do with it.

He's a schemer, to be sure, but he...

I know that this is difficult for you,

but if there's even a chance

that there might be something more here than meets the eye...

It wasn't murder! Neal died of natural causes!

Oh, God!

There's never a tissue around when you want one.

Oh! I'll get you one.

Thank you, Jessica.

It's just this has been so stressful.

Oh! I do understand.

I know Neal was a close friend of Sean's,

and it's hard losing someone you care for.

When someone dies, you want to believe there's a reason for it.

Death is rarely fair.

We have to come to grips with it,

stop trying to fix blame where there is none.

You understand that, don't you, Jessica?

The coroner found considerable amounts of fluid in Neal's lungs.

How could Neal have died of pneumonia?

I mean, you saw him. Did he look sick to you?

No. Not at all.

So how do you explain this coroner's report?

I can't.

Then perhaps we can assist you.

Sergeant O'Malley has graciously brought me up to date on your inquiry.

Sean, I understand your concern,

but this household has been through so much,

a prolonged investigation will only hurt more people.

I can't have that.

I have just taken the liberty of showing Sergeant O'Malley

something that will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt

that Neal was not murdered.

If it will set your mind at ease, I would like to show it to you as well.

This way, please.

Neal loved his toys.

That's why he was renovating this place,

to bring it into the 20th century.

The night he died,

I brought one of his toys here in case he could fix it.

The video camera.

What I didn't know was I accidentally left it switched on.

The camera recorded the last hours of Neal's life.

You'll forgive me if I don't stay to watch it again.

Once was more than enough.

It goes on for about an hour.

I'll fast forward through some of it.

And that's where you came in.

So you saw it for yourself.

No one came into the room. No one touched him.

He experienced no trauma, no distress.

Natural causes, just like the coroner said. It's that simple.

Pretty, isn't it?

Hmm, yes.

Oh, Jess, I'm lost.

Ah, is it possible we've been wrong the whole time?

I know how you feel.

But the evidence is pretty overwhelming, isn't it?

Hmm. Maybe Anne was right.

Maybe we should let it go. Mmm-hmm.

Stop chasing shadows that don't exist.

And what's the point in it, after all? I ask you.

It's a fine day. Not a cloud in the sky.

Flowers are blooming.

Or is that your perfume, Jess?

Oh, maybe it is.

It's a new brand I picked up at the chemist's.

They just got it in.

Jessica?

Jess?

They almost did it. They were that close to getting away with it.

Who? What? Jess, you're speaking in tongues again,

and you know how that worries me.

Neal was murdered, Sean,

and I think I know who, and I think I know how it was done,

but we just have to be sure. Come on.

Where are we going?

Shopping.

Shopping? Now?

Trust me.

Back again?

I'm just keeping a promise. You asked me about the perfume.

Oh, right. How'd you like it, then?

Well, I think it's wonderful.

I mean, it's very light. Not too cloying. What do you think, Sean?

Uh, hmm? Oh, yes. It's light. It's very light.

That's good.

Tell me, did anyone else buy a bottle of Emerald Sunset since I was in?

No.

Are you sure?

Absolutely. You were the first to buy one,

and nobody's bought one since.

Well, that's curious,

because this box holds a dozen bottles and there are only 10 left,

which means that one bottle is unaccounted for.

It's probably Mr. Reilly.

He's quite a lady's man, you know.

He probably took one as a present for one of his lady friends.

He does that often?

On occasion.

Oh, what's the point of owning a store

if you can't dip into the inventory once in a while?

Excuse me.

Of course.

I don't suppose you'd mind telling me

what a bottle of perfume has to do with Neal Gillen's death, now, would you?

Well now, there's only one person who can tell us that,

the crying woman herself.

Are you sure you want to be doing this?

It's awful cold in here.

Exactly. And colder outside.

Now that is the whole point.

The captain who built the house and this tower

loved his wife very much, remember?

That's what one of the villagers said.

"He built it special for her to make it safe."

And?

Well, would a loving husband

let his wife walk through the wind and the rain

all the way from the house?

Well, logically, he wouldn't.

Exactly. So...

Would you mind telling me what you're doing here?

Just exploring.

Well, I'm under orders to watch out for anybody going where they shouldn't,

and that includes you. So out you go, you and the lady both.

If you'd just listen to me.

Where is she?

Jess?

Jess?

Jessica? What are you doing here?

I'm gathering evidence. Please, come in.

I don't want anyone to hear us.

Anne, I have reason to believe that your husband was murdered,

despite what we saw on the videotape.

Jessica, we've been through all this.

Well, indulge me just for a moment.

Now, I think that the secret is here in this book.

I'm sure you remember it from the videotape.

Now, this is the book that Neal was reading when he died.

Now, there's a certain section here

that I think will be of interest to you.

Really, this is quite upsetting and not at all necessary.

Please, give me a moment. I know it's here somewhere.

Well, maybe, but couldn't this wait until morning? It's late, and I want...

I'd imagine finding the reason for your husband's murder

might be worth staying up a little longer?

I refuse to stay here all night.

It's locked!

Oh, my goodness. It must be stuck or something.

Well, I'm sure somebody will come along and open it soon.

Not to worry.

Hello? Hello? Is there anyone out there?

Open the door! I've got to get out of here!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Anne? What's the matter?

You didn't have to do that.

We took the liberty of disconnecting the connection

between the lamp and the gas canisters in the basement.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We're talking about conspiracy to murder.

No. No, this is absurd.

Yes, I suppose that's what you were relying on,

an unlikely alliance that was kept absolutely

secret until your job was finished.

Except a few things didn't add up.

A dozen bottles of Emerald Sunset perfume arrived at Reilly's shop.

Only one was sold, but 10 were left.

The cashier figured that it was a gift to a lover.

She was right.

That's the same perfume that I noticed

in your dressing room the other day.

Strange gift to give to a married woman,

unless there's a more intimate involvement.

Then I remembered that, when I arrived in town,

Francis Reilly said he'd heard that I was coming.

Not that I had arrived, that I was coming.

But Neal didn't tell anyone.

Not the staff, not his cousin. No one

except you, the day before we arrived.

He wanted to keep it a secret,

so the only way Reilly could have known was through you.

If you don't mind me asking, Mrs. Fletcher, why this fella?

Of all the people in the village for her to get involved with, Reilly?

Well because, as the village chemist,

he could legally obtain the one ingredient necessary for the murder, nitrogen.

It's colorless, odorless, and absolutely lethal.

And as any good chemist knows, one of the unique things about nitrogen is

that the body interprets it as oxygen.

You could be stuck in a room full of it and never notice.

You'd just keep on doing whatever it was you were doing until you stop.

The brain passes out from lack of oxygen, the heart stops,

and the lungs fill with fluid, a side effect of nitrogen poisoning.

Yes, and that is exactly what happened.

Using the secret passage to the tower,

which you probably found while exploring the basement, as Neal mentioned,

you hooked the canisters of nitrogen gas into the central heating ducts

that led into Neal's study here.

You then fixed the switch on Neal's desk lamp

so that it would turn on the gas and the light at the same time.

On the tape,

I noticed that his cigar kept going out much faster than it should have

as the air was replaced by non-flammable nitrogen.

In a closed room with the windows shut,

the gas filled it in no time.

I noticed the way you came into the room

after Neal was dead.

You switched off the lamp first, and then checked him

to avoid inhaling the gas.

You left the room and then cried for help.

By the time we arrived, most of the gas had escaped.

Well, that's all very interesting,

but how are you going to convince a jury?

Well, that's why I brought you in here and closed the door,

and switched on the lamp.

You had no way of knowing that we'd disconnected the nitrogen canisters.

The only reason that you would panic and switch off the desk lamp

was because you knew this room was a killing jar.

And that proves your involvement in Neal Gillen's murder.

Amazing. Simply amazing.

Now, what about the gas canisters?

Oh, we checked the serial numbers,

and the invoice proves they were shipped to Mr. Reilly.

It's airtight. There's no question about it.

The whole village is talking about it, you know.

It's quite the story.

Now it figures, the way Anne moved in on Neal

and stole him away from his first wife,

and all she wanted was the money.

But now, what about the crying woman?

And this bit about Neal's cousin?

Well, from what I saw, it was only the wind moving through the air duct

where it had been sliced and left open.

Ah! Be that as it may, in my heart,

I'd like to believe that she was always there

and was trying to warn Mr. Gillen about what was coming.

Perhaps.

As for Liam, turns out he used Claire to get the access code to Neal's account.

Now he's promised to give back the money in exchange for a reduced penalty.

As I said, amazing. Simply amazing.

Of course, everything amazes me.

Well, speaking of going, we should be heading off, Jess.

Right.

I promised to show you all of Ireland,

the hills and the valleys, the green and the rocks and the sea,

and I mean to keep my promise.

There's adventures to be had out there.

Adventures out there?

What do you call all this?

A good start.