All language subtitles for S01E05 Its A Dogs Life

Hah!

[Neighing]

You cannot possibly believe that a dog
is capable of murder!

Selfish relatives.
All they ever wanted from him
was his money.

- This is insane. Teddy's a dog!
- [Growling]

Teddy's gone completely mad.
He went for my horse
and then me.

- Oh, my God. There goes the will!
- Over my dead body it does!

I have little use for theories,
private or otherwise.

My first real ghost
and no one will believe me.

Which means that the killer
had to be someone in this house.

That's the kind of thing
I have in mind.

[Songbird Singing]

[Birds Chirping]
[Nickering]

[Footsteps Approaching]

[Snorts]

?? [Chamber]
[Chattering]

[Laughing]

Well, how about a toast
for later?

Anthony, we're awfully sorry
your wife couldn't make it.
Aren't we, Trish?

Pay no attention to my brother.
Now that Spence is unemployed,

he can't bear to see anyone
having a good time.

Matter of fact...
[No Audible Dialogue]

- [Laughing] Oh, Trish.
- Don't be flattered.
She says that to all the boys.

Oh, Spence, stuff it!

Are we having a good fight?
Echo, why don't you go play with
your electronic toys like a good little girl?

My little niece here
is into electronic music...
tweeters, woofers, heavy metal.

It still sounds like cats in heat.

- And so do you, Aunt Trish.
- [Spencer] Ladies, please.

Please, let's pretend to be civilized,
if not for my sake,
at least for Father's.

Come along, Anthony.

[Chuckling]
Whatever will she do if the world
runs out of married men?

Well, laugh all you like,
but your aunt desperately
needs treatment.

Who needs treatment,
dear brother?

My astral projectionist puts all
these phony psychiatrists to shame.

Morgana, try to pretend
like you're on the same planet.
At least today.

Now, there's a painter
who knew his horseflesh.
Look at those withers.

Not that I spend a lot of time
eyeing horses.

[Chuckles]
Careful, Denton.
They warned me about you.

Good, good.
My reputation's well-earned.

To life, love...

and a nice set of withers.

Let's freshen up that drink.

[Chuckling]
You know, I never realized
a hunt breakfast...

required so much, uh,
liquid refreshment.

Only way to get those
milksops over the first fence.

Tom?
Eh, good morning.

Tom, meet Jessica Fletcher.
She's here for a visit.

Sharing the cottage
with her cousin.

Jessica, my old drinking buddy,
Tom Cassidy.
Well...

How do you do?
Abby's told me
a lot about you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Great honor to meet
a world-famous writer.

Oh, but an infamous rider,
I'm afraid.

Oh, please call me Jessica.

Don't go sweet on him, Jess.
I'm the one with the bucks.

All poor Tom's got
is that miserable 600 acres
next door.

Aw, poor me.
Can I get you a refill?

Oh, uh, another one of these.
Thank you. Coffee.

Morning, Abby.
Hello.

Just trying to soften up
your cousin with a few drinks.

But gettin' nowhere.
Now, Denton,
don't be an old lech.

Oh, isn't she wonderful?
She expects an old fellow like me
to start an orgy right away!

You're always making fun of me.
How am I supposed to
get any work done?

You've trained every other
animal on this place.
I guess all we've got left is Denton.

She'll have my Guernseys
jumping through hoops
before that happens.

[Chuckles]
Well, how about a toast?

A toast!
What a marvelous idea.

To Father,
on his 80th birthday.

- And many more, Daddy.
- Where's that damn dog of mine?

- Teddy!
- [Barking]

[Chuckling]
Oh.

Come on, Teddy.
[Chuckles]

- Teddy. Teddy.
- Ladies and gentlemen, to horse.

[Horse Neighing]
Good morning, Spence.

Trish, you shouldn't be
riding in your condition.
It's dangerous to the horse.

Go away. Why don't you
go kiss up to Father
while you've got the chance?

The day he goes, honey,
so do you.

What was that all about?
Around here, some of
the real beasts walk on two legs.

[Denton]
Jessica, Abby, over here.

Ladies, I've picked out
your horses for you.

Oh, well, this old gray
looks just about my speed.

Sawdust?
He's too ancient
for anyone but me.

[Intercom Buzzing]
Hasn't broken out of a trot
in years.

Barnes, we're ready to go.

Open the gates!

Very good, sir.

[Dogs Barking]

[Barking Continues]

Why don't you go ahead?
It can't be much fun poking along
with an old fellow like me.

I wish you'd stop
calling yourself old.

Ahh, if I were
30 years younger.

[Chuckling]
[Trish]
Hee-yah! Hee-yah!

Sawdust! S-Sawdust!
[Neighing]

Whoa! Easy, boy!

[Abby]
Denton!

Whoa! Damn it!

[Abby]
Denton! Help him!
Rein him in!

Hah!

[Barking]

Whoa! Damn it!

Tallyho!

[Denton Grunts]
[Abby]
Denton! Denton!

[Teddy Whimpering]
[Gasps]

[Whimpering Continues]

[Police Radio Chatter]

Anything I can do
for you, Mrs. Fletcher?

That's very kind,
but I'll look after my cousin.

[Sniffs]
Oh, Tom.

Let's go sit down, huh?

[Radio Chatter Continues]

Terrible accident, Tom.
Just terrible.
But the old boy had a full life.

I don't think he wanted
to take that jump.

I know he didn't.
He was under doctor's orders
to take it easy.

Well, Denton was always
a wild one.

I guess he just got carried away
with the excitement, Ms. - -

Fletcher. He was
carried away, all right,
by a runaway horse.

- Are you the vet?
- Yes, ma'am.

[Tom] Found the horse yet?
He's halfway to
the next county by now,

but he'll come home
when he calms down a bit.

Look, I don't want to be
a pest about this, but...

isn't there a test that could be
made on the horse?

Test?
Jessica and Abby...

saw that horse
take off like Seabiscuit
comin' down the homestretch.

That doesn't sound like Sawdust.
A calm, old horse like that
doesn't suddenly go wild.

Just what are you suggesting,
foul play?

[Jessica]
I was so certain there was
something wrong with that horse.

I feel so foolish.
But tests don't lie.

Don't they?
It was hours
before they found him.

And there are drugs
that leave no trace.

Abby.
It's wrong, Jess!
His death is wrong.

He was such
a wonderful person.

But he was so unhappy
underneath it all.

Because of them,
those selfish relatives.

All they ever wanted from him
was his money.
And now they'll get it.

I wouldn't put it past
any of them.

Abby, I know
how you felt about him.

What do you mean?

Abby.

I... admired him very much.

Would you like me
to stay here with you
a little longer?

Would you, Jess?
Oh, just till after the will is read.

I'd just feel so much better
if you were here.
Oh, of course.

You could add some orange juice
to that and call it breakfast.

Where is Boswell?
He should have been here
three minutes ago.

You're not nervous,
are you, little sister?
You're breaking out.

I... I keep thinkin'...
What?

Father's gonna pull a fast one?
Don't be ridiculous.

Have you noticed
who's not here, Spence?

"Miss Stable Nanny."
Abby?

No. [Chuckles]

No, he wouldn't...
[Morgana]
Spencer!

What now, Morgana?
Spence, the tea leaves!

Look.
Yes?

But don't you see?
See what?

Oh, for God's sakes.
[Doorbell Chiming]

Spencer.

Please accept
my heartfelt sympathy.

Greenville won't be the same
without Denton Langley.
Thank you, Marcus.

We're all devastated
by the loss.

Oh, hello there, Echo.

I... I'm sorry that we have
to meet again under
such sad circumstances.

Funny. That's what
the undertaker said.

Yes.

Well, as Denton's attorney,
I'd best get down to business.

What's that, a movie?

No, Trish. This is, uh,
the latest in will technology.

[Denton On TV]
Greetings, friends... and kinfolk.

I went to a lot of trouble
putting this little show together,

so I hope you all enjoy it.

By the way,
this is all legal as hell,

so don't get any funny ideas.

Since I know you're all there,
waiting breathlessly,

I think I'll prolong
the suspense...

with a parting word to each of you.

Spencer, it's too bad they
keep blowing up your clients.

But I never thought lobbying
for dictators a decent job for you.

But then, what is?

As for you, baby Trish,

you were always
your mother's spoiled child.

I'm glad she can't
see you now,

guzzling martinis the way
you used to suck up root beer,

collecting men instead of dolls.

Find a nicer hobby, honey.

This one's not only unseemly,
it's dangerous.

Morgana, you're not
a bad woman.

You�ve just got no common sense.

Come in out of your fantasy world
and face your problems,

such as that mixed-up daughter
of yours.

Hello, Echo.

Is there something
stirring underneath
that unique haircut of yours?

You'll never know, old man.

Well, so much
for fond farewells.
Now to business.

Boswell's got the usual
"sound mind� claptrap
written down someplace.

So, here's what you all came for.

I know my old friend Tom
is here.

Tom, boy,
I'm going to miss you.

Remember that old shotgun
you always liked?

Well, it's yours.

There's a cash gift
for each of the staff.

Barnes gets something extra
for guarding all the paintings.

By the way, those now go
to the National Gallery.

That's right, children.

A fast three million in oils
now on their way to Washington.

The rest of my estate,
built with my brains and my sweat,

comes to about 15 million.

It takes a sound mind
and good judgment
to handle that much money.

Maybe even a good nature.
So that lets out all of you.

Therefore,
except for a modest family trust,

the whole shebang...

goes to my faithful friend
and companion,

Teddy.

[Teddy Barks]

Of all the dirty tricks!
Damn it, Boswell!

I may faint.
This is insane!
Teddy's a dog!

Boswell, we're gonna
break that will.
Oh, no!

No, no. I'm afraid
you won't break the will.
You see, I helped him write it.

There's a clause here
that if you challenge it,
it cuts you out completely.

- [Teddy Whimpers]
- [Boswell] Oh, don't even consider that.

If Teddy dies of anything
but natural causes,

every dime goes to the S.P.C.A.

[Barks]

Hello? Ethan?

Ethan, it looks like
I may not be home
for a few more days.

Well, Abby is very upset.

Well, she's convinced that
someone murdered Denton.

Well, I'm afraid
she just might be right.

No, no.
Your reins are far too tight.

A pat on the head
is more effective
than a kick in the teeth.

- Don't give me any ideas.
- Young lady, it's high time
you learned some manners.

It's high time
you learned your place!

If you think you're going
to chase me away, Trish,
you're wrong.

That's enough, Abby!
You're here to train the horse,
not the rider!

Spencer, I want her off
the property... immediately.

You're not my employer...
either of you.

Teddy is!
Only Marcus Boswell can fire me.

And I have no intention
of leaving till I find out
what really happened here!

You've been making
some very serious accusations,
Miss Freestone.

If I were you, I'd be careful.
Very careful!

You really should
be careful, Abby.
I'm not afraid of Spencer.

I was thinking more of Trish.

Her Gemini is in the ascendant.
Your Capricorn is at a very low ebb.

And last night,

three owls were seen
in a black oak tree.

Am I supposed to be
frightened by that?

- The signs are there for the reading.
- [Horse Neighing]

[Neighing]
[Teddy Barking]

[Barking Continues]
What are you doing to that dog?
Teddy, sit!

Sit!

Good boy! Sit!

That damned dog has got
to be put down!

Spencer, what happened?
Teddy's gone completely mad!

- He went for my horse and then me.
- Which showed perfectly good sense.

Giving this stuff to a dog
is like feeding locoweed to a horse.

Uh, excuse me, but whatever that is,
would it have the same effect
on a horse?

You mean Sawdust?
No, I found no trace in the horse.

- So, who'd he bite?
- No one. Spencer and his horse
weren't even touched.

I'm sorry, Miss Abby,
but he bit something.

There's blood all over his collar.
[Whimpering]

- That's the dog, Sheriff!
- Are you sure?

I swear to it!
He got me down, tore my arm!

- He oughta be put away!
- I agree!

- You would.
- [Whimpers]

Abby?
Marcus Boswell here.

Yes, Mr. Boswell.

Well, it took my entire bag of tricks
to get Teddy released
on his own recognizance.

You can pick him up
at the sheriff's office
anytime you want.

Thank heavens.
And you'll be happy to know
he wasn't rabid.

- Are they sure?
- They're positive.

Potts hasn't died.
[Chuckling]

Well, thanks so much,
Mr. Boswell.
Teddy's coming home.

Abby, I really think
you should come back
with me to Maine.

The maples are turning, and it's so...
Jessica, please don't treat me
like a mental patient.

Well, you must admit
you're not yourself.

Isn't that understandable,
with a murderer on the loose?

Well, we simply have no proof
one way or the other.

And that's
what's so unsettling
for both of us.

Abby, tell me
about this man Potts.

He's a notorious liar.
Oh, I gathered that.

Maybe what he really wants
is to win a big lawsuit
against the Langley estate.

Oh, how awful.
He might start an epidemic.

You know, I think
we should talk to Mr. Boswell.

Mmm, he seems to have done
very well by the Langley estate.

Face it, Marcus,
I could drive a freight train
through that loophole.

Well, Abby, Miss Fletcher.

Yes, but have your clients
considered the risks first, Gary?

You know, it could be
a long and bloody battle.

[Chuckles] Let's, uh...
Let's hit the ball around
next time I'm in D.C.

[Door Closes]
Hello.

Good-bye, Marcus.
[Phone Ringing]

Morgana.

Well, uh, ladies, please.
Oh.

Thank you.
Mr. Boswell, it's your broker.

It's the third time
he's called today.

Tell him I'm tied up, please.

Come in. Come in.
Thanks.

Sit down, please.

Ah, I assume that
this means Morgana plans
to challenge Denton's will.

Yes. Yes. Afraid so.
They're all in on it.

And the gentleman from D.C.

Gary Deems.

His specialty is breaking wills.

[Chuckles]
But, uh, ladies,
don't you worry about that.

I may be a country boy, but, uh,
I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Now, what can I do
for the two of you?

Oh, uh, I beg your pardon,
the three of you.

[Chuckles]
I can't get used to a client
who doesn't talk.

[Chuckles]
Well, we're actually curious
about that man Potts.

Has he filed a suit against Teddy?

Yes, well, he's making noises,

but I intend to head him off.

I intend that every
quick-draw attorney around here...

is gonna know that this dog
is no pussycat.

That right, Teddy?

But Mr. Boswell,
just how vulnerable is the will?

Well, a good will can stand up
to famine, fire, pestilence...

- But, uh...
- But Mr. Deems has found a loophole?

More like a rathole!

Yes, you see, his... his angle is...

the question of �sound mind."

Well, nonsense.
Denton Langley's mind was
as sound as anyone's.

Oh, yes!
Yes, I know about Denton's mind,

but, uh, what about his?

- Teddy?
- Yes, you see, if a court declares
that dog mentally incompetent...

That's ridiculous.
Yes, of course it's ridiculous,

but it might take
a lot of years in court to prove it.

[Intercom Buzzes]
Excuse me.

Yes?
[Secretary]
I'm sorry, sir.

It's your broker.
He insists on speaking to you.

[Sighs]
Put him on.

Hey, Jim boy.

How you doin',
you old son of a gun?
[Chuckles]

Is that right?

Uh-huh.

Yes. Well, you know
I'm already up to...

All right, Jim boy,
I'll get you a check off today.

Mm-hmm. Yes. Yes.
And this time I'll even
put a stamp on it.

[Chuckles]
So long.

[Sighs]
Ladies, never, never...

buy any stock
touted by Spencer Langley.

Dumbest thing I ever did.

My only consolation is that
he bought even more of it himself.

Oh? Spencer's in debt?

Right up to his Adam's apple.

[Teddy Whimpering,
Scratching On Door]

[Chuckling]
Back again. Just like clockwork.

[Grunts]
You know you're safe
in here, don't ya, hmm?

I'm gonna miss ya, Teddy.

When those paintings go next week,
so do I.

[Chuckles]

[Teddy Whimpering]
Here comes trouble.

Oh, that darn fool Trish.

She shouldn't be allowed to drive.

Some night she's gonna
smack into the gate.

Sh-She can hardly stand up.

[Buzzing]
Drunk again.

Well, l... I'd better see
if she's all right.

A wonder she got home
in one piece.

Okay, Teddy
Watch the place
while I'm gone, huh?

[Crickets Chirping]

[Birds Twittering]

What the...

Oh, my God.

Trish! Get up! Get up!

[Gate Closes]

[Whimpering]

[Whimpering Continues]

[Police Radio Chatter]
[No Audible Dialogue]

Be skeptical. Say I'm crazy.
But I really saw it.

- What, the accident?
- No.

My dear sister's ghost rising up
from her earthly form...

and crying like a mourning dove.

Mother, you're just upset.
Of course, I'm upset.

Wouldn't you be
if you'd just seen Trish's spirit
take wing?

Mighty strange hour to be
lookin' out windows, Ms. Cramer.

I'm often up at night.
My aura thrives on moonlight.

I heard a car horn,
so I looked out.

My bedroom has
the only clear view of the gate.

[Doorbell Chiming]

My first real ghost,
and no one will believe me.

This is a tragedy,
an awful tragedy.

Yes, just awful.

I'm sorry to hear about Trish.
I came as soon as I could. Sheriff.

Well, now that everybody's here,
maybe I can ask a few questions.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Really? Excuse me.

Sheriff, I think we should all hear
what your deputy had to say.

Well, up in the security room
there's this button
that closes the gate.

And whoever pushed that button
killed your sister.

- Turns out the killer left a print.
- A fingerprint?

I didn't say that.
Near as we can tell,
it's more like a paw print.

- Well, that's absurd!
- Oh, my God! There goes the will!

- Over my dead body it does!
- [Spencer] First he attacks Potts,
now he's murdered Trish!

- That dog has got to go!
- Oh, wouldn't that be convenient!

- All right, everybody, just hush.
- Uh, Sheriff, you cannot possibly believe...

that a dog is capable of murder!

Well, of course not.
He'd have to be trained.

[Engine Stops Running]

Oh.

Mrs. Fletcher, I just heard.

It came over the Sheriff's band
on my C.B.

How's the, uh...
How's the family taking it?

About what you'd expect,
I'm afraid.

Hmm. Well, I'll run up there
and see if there's anything
I can do.

[Engine Starting]

[Police Radio Chatter]

Here, Will,
let me help you to fold that.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
am I glad to see you.

Sure needs a lady's touch.
It is Will, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am. Will Roxie.
Mm-hmm.

I tell ya... my wife would give
her eyeteeth for that.
It's beautiful.

[Chuckles]
How strange.

Now, this is a new coat,
but the seams are split
just like my car coat.

Seems a shame.

It seems like
you brought everything
but the helicopter.

Yes, ma'am.
It's not often we get to use
the sheriff's new gizmos.

Who are all those men?
Ah, Sheriff's posse.

They're all dressed up
with nobody to chase.

I guess I'll set 'em
to combing the grounds.

Sounds like an excellent idea.
Will, I hope you don't mind
if I just sort of poke around.

Oh, no, ma'am.
Feel free.

And that's all I know.
The door to this room locks.
It automatically locks.

I've got the only key.

And when you left,
Teddy was alone
in this room?

Was there any sign
of any tampering
with the door?

No. No. Do you really think
Teddy pushed that button?

Oh, yes.
Yes, I'm quite sure of it.

Mr. Barnes, you say
your view of the gate
was obstructed at one point.

I wonder,
did you hear anything unusual?

No, ma'am.
Just the usual...

crickets, a... a night bird calling.

Could you show me the way
to Morgana's room?

Just as I suspected.
Under stress, the English always
head for the teapot.

Can I have a cup too?
Yes, have this one.

Thanks.
Well, the patients are screamin'
for their medicine.

I'm in charge
of the ice brigade.

We've got plenty here.
The ice bucket's up there.

Oh, yes.

I tell ya, ladies. I will be glad
when this night's over.

Oh, dear, Mr. Boswell.
You have a nasty grease mark
on your trousers.

Well, now,
isn't that wonderful?

I had a flat on the way over here.
I guess I got some grease
off the jack.

A flat?
How far from the house?

Oh, a half mile.

And how long did you stop?

I don't know.
Maybe 20 minutes.

So, someone leaving here
would have to pass
you on their way?

Say... N-N-Now, that's right.

But nobody came by.

Which means that the killer
had to be someone in this house.
I knew it.

[Echo]
How about the ice?

Yes.

You know, I have something
that'll take that grease right off there.

Oh, that's all right,
Mrs. Fletcher.

These... These trousers
need cleanin' anyway.

First Denton,
then Trish.

Jessica, you weren't in there
when they practically accused me...

of training Teddy to kill.

Well, you didn't do it.
But somebody else
might have done it.

Abby, how do you go about
training a dog to press a button?

Oh, endless repetition.

You could train him
to respond to a vocal command.

You know,
"Teddy, push! Good boy."
No, it's too risky.

I mean, someone would
have to turn on the intercom,
and they'd recognize the voice.

Is there any other way?
Well, any sort of sound,

as long as the dog learned
to recognize it.

- Um, snapping fingers, a whistle...
- Whistle! That's the kind of thing
I have in mind.

What is it?
You've figured something out,
haven't you?

No. Well, I'm not sure.

I'm telling you, Sheriff.
Whoever is responsible...

will never get away
with framing that dog.

If that's an accusation, Boswell,
be rather careful, because I know
a thing or two about slander laws.

Spencer, why don't you sit down
and be quiet?

[Boswell]
Let me tell you something, Spencer.

You are talkin' about
a perfectly normal dog
as if he's possessed!

You've been seeing
too many Stephen King movies.
Oh, no.

There is such a thing
as possession.

So, you all thought
you could get away with murder!

Well, think again,
because my cousin
has worked it all out!

Go on. Tell them, Jessica.
Abby!

I wanted to talk to the sheriff
about it privately.
Got it all worked out, eh?

Let us all in on it.
Well, uh, l-I, uh,
only have a theory.

Splendid! Do tell us all,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, l... Sheriff, I do think that you
and I should discuss it together.
I mean, it-it's just a guess.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I have little use for theories,
private or otherwise.

Now, you got an idea,
tell us all about it.

Well, uh, I believe that it...
it could have happened like this...

Now, Trish came home
at 2:00 a.m.

Reckless driving made her Mercedes
swing wide on the turn...

and come to a sudden,
screeching halt.

Now, someone got out of the car
and pushed the intercom buzzer.

Barnes looked into his monitor...

and saw someone outlined
against the headlights.

But no one spoke
into the intercom.

Barnes assumed it was Trish,
so opened the gate.

Barnes went out
to pick her up.

The door closed
and locked behind him.

But Teddy was alone
in the room.

Now, Barnes couldn't see
the gate from the drive,

but Morgana could...

from her window.

I didn't know what to do.
I pounded on Spencer's door,
but he didn't answer.

I'm a heavy sleeper.
You know that.

I saw her spirit!
I swear!

Oh, you saw something, all right,
or rather, someone... the murderer.

- I don't understand.
- You saw a coated figure rise up...

before the gate closed.

But who was it?

Now, at that time,
you had no way of knowing
that your sister would die.

It was only later
that you interpreted...

what you saw as a ghost.

Now, I believe that Trish
was still inside the car,

that she was either unconscious
or-or drunk.

I think the killer
drove her home,

deliberately swerving
along the road...

to make it look
like drunk driving.

Then the murderer
put on her coat.

It was a safe disguise.

In that light,
Barnes could only see the coat,
not the face.

- It's guesswork.
- Makes sense to me.

Trish's new coat
was split at the seams.

Now, I believe
that the killer tore it...

when he or she
put it on quickly.

And then the killer put the coat
back on Trish?

Right. Once Trish was laid back
in the path of the gate,

it was only a matter of giving
the signal to Teddy over the intercom,
disappearing before Barnes came into view.

And Teddy?

The murderer must have trained him
to scratch on the door
of the security room every night.

That same person taught him
to press the button
when he heard a special sound.

- Like a whistle?
- Possibly.

One like this?
Got some initials on it too.

Is there an "A.B.F." in the house?

Abigail Benton Freestone.

Fact is, we found it
down near the driveway.

Well, of course,
I'm innocent.
I was framed.

Oh, I know they all say that.
But do I strike you
as a violent person?

This whole ghastly ordeal
has knocked me for a loop.

But you know how it feels.

Well, first of all, Sheriff,
she's got no motive.

Well, I hear Miss Freestone
had a thing for the old man.

Till Trish put a stop to it.

Sheriff, I don't know what
the voters of this county see in you,
but I know what I see...

a man of limited vision
saddled with
a gossipmonger's mentality.

That's fancy talk, ma'am.
But it only adds up to one thing...
you're kin.

And you're playing right
into their hands, Sheriff.

Now, you've already
locked up Teddy here.

Now... Now maybe
he bumped off Denton too?

Yes! What about Denton's death?
Isn't it a little strange...

that there've been two deaths
in the Langley family in one week?

You're wasting your breath.

Friday's the inquest.
Till then, the dog is an accessory
after the fact.

And Denton Langley's death
was accidental, pure and simple.

And Mrs. Fletcher,
thank you so much for your help.

Oh, thanks for the ride.

You're welcome, Mrs. Fletcher.

Say, uh, you sure you don't want me
to take you on up to the gate?

You got about a half a mile to go,
you know.

Oh, no, this is fine.
I need the exercise,
and some time to think.

Be careful.

Well, howdy, Mrs. Fletcher.
Out for a walk?
Morning, Will.

Mmm, everything smells
so sweet after the rain.

[Chuckles]
Yes, ma'am.

Uh, excuse me.
You looking for something?

Well, actually, I was...
I was just thinking.

You wouldn't happen to have
one of the sheriff's new metal detectors
with you, would you?

No, ma'am. But I could get one.
Tryin' to find somethin' in particular?

Bicycle clip.
Plain, ordinary bicycle clip.

Bicycle clip?

Don't worry, Will.
You'll know it when you see it.

Good morning, Echo.
Good morning.

Have you seen Spencer?
His horse is gone.

No, I haven't seen my uncle.
Where are you going?

I'm going to go see a man
about a dog bite.

- Which way to the Potts farm?
- It's that way.

Ah, thank you.
[Clicks Tongue]

[Chainsaw Blaring]

[Chainsaw Idling]

[Chainsaw Resumes Blaring]

[Jessica]
The bandage. I thought so.

I took the liberty
of putting your horse
in the stable.

Potts!

I should've never listened to you
and your crazy ideas!

You didn't actually think you could
get away with drugging Teddy
and having that man fake an injury?

Having the dog destroyed
seemed the surest way
of breaking the will.

We'll go to jail!
Unless we shut her up.

Oh, don't be absurd.
You men aren't killers.

You'll get off lightly
if you confess to fraud.

Confess? Oh, no, ma'am.

I've been in jail once,
and I ain't goin' again.

Oh, Mr. Potts, believe me.

When I reveal who killed Trish,
your little scheme will hardly
be noticed.

- Do you know who did it?
- Yes, Mr. Langley.

I knew just as soon
as I stopped looking at the crime...

the way the murderer
wanted me to look at it.

- You have to explain that.
- She's just tryin'
to talk her way out of this!

I say we plant her
out there in the orchard.

Potts, stop acting
like a damned hillbilly.

[Sighs]

[Whispering, Indistinct]

The sheriff has just
informed me of a little matter
involving Spencer Langley...

and his accomplice, Asa Potts.

Off the record, Spencer,
you've been a stupid ass.

Well, let's get down to business.

What in blazes is that?

Oh, uh, part of
my presentation, sir.

So be it.
Uh, Ms. Fletcher here...

will be starting off this inquest
as "amicus curiae."

For you yahoos in the back,
that means "friend of the court."

Thank you.
I do feel a little silly
standing up here.

I hope I don't sound too much
like a schoolteacher.

Uh, to keep this short,
I'm only going to call
one witness... Teddy.

Now, this is the gate button
that Teddy pushed...

the night that Trish Langley
was killed.

This is Abby Freestone's whistle,

which the sheriff found
near the gate.

He believes that Abby used it
that night...

to command Teddy
to push the button.

Would you blow this,
please, Will?

[No Audible Sound]

[Barks]

[Teddy Whimpering]
This is an ultrasonic whistle,

audible only to a dog.

Now, please,
go into the hall, Will,

and blow into the intercom
that is connected to this one.

[Will On Intercom]
I blew into this end
just like you said, ma'am.

Thank you, Will.

Even Teddy's sensitive ears
couldn't hear it this time.

- Why not?
- Because that whistle is above
the range of any loudspeaker.

Therefore, it couldn't have been
the killer's signal.

Could I ask someone
a question, Mr. Coroner?

Please, Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Barnes,

do you remember hearing
any unusual noise...

outside the gate that night?

Ah, you already
asked me that once, ma'am.

Like I told you, just some crickets.
And a night bird calling.

Yes, a night bird.
A mockingbird.

That's mostly
what we got around here.

Morgana said she saw
her sister's spirit rise
with the call of a bird.

Now, I believe that the call
was the same one
that Mr. Barnes heard.

- Well, what's the point?
- I'm sorry.

I... I guess
I'm not making myself clear.

I'm trying to tie
everything together.

You see, Denton's death,
the inheritance,

the attempts to...
to eliminate Teddy.

You see, the facts do fit.
Denton had to die.
Teddy had to be discredited.

Now, the Sheriff has
Spencer's confession.

And I think that
his scheme against Teddy...

provided the opportunity
for Trish's murder.

The perfect opportunity
to kill and avoid exposure.

Everyone would connect the murder
with the attempt on Teddy.

But they were two separate crimes.

Now, for the motive.
Fifteen million dollars
worth of it...

if you expected to inherit.

But suppose we look a little further,
to somebody who never
expected to inherit.

Somebody deeply in debt...

through bad investments.

Someone who needed
an income...

that a lengthy litigation
would bring him.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

That's irrelevant, immaterial
and just plain inane.

Is it, Mr. Boswell?
You had access to Teddy.

And you had
a pressing need for money.

I wouldn't go too far,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, but you did go too far,

when you persuaded Trish
to dope her father's horse.

Why did she do it?
For the millions that she
couldn't wait to inherit.

But she didn't get anything
in the will.

Oh, but I suspect she was told
that she would...

by the one person
who had seen the will.

Imagine her surprise
when she saw that videotape.

[Chuckling]
You have a remarkable imagination.

Trish must have been furious,

perhaps even made threats.

But you'd planned
for that eventuality.

A quiet meeting that night,
a few drinks, some promises,
a blow on the head...

Teddy was ready.
You'd trained him in advance.

Please. Please, please, please.

Now, my... my friends and neighbors
know me better than that.

They do not believe
one word of this poppycock.

- Do you own a bicycle?
- Yes, I do. So do lots of other people.

Do you ever ride out
by the Langley Manor?

- Sometimes.
- What about the night that Trish died?

No!

Then why was this bicycle clip...

picked up half a mile
from the manor gate?

[Scoffs, Chuckles]

That bicycle clip
could belong to anybody.

Now, Mr. Coroner,
how long are we gonna entertain
this, uh, comedy routine?

Till I'm satisfied, Mr. Boswell.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher?

Trish's killer hid his bicycle
along the road
earlier in the evening.

It would have been a quiet,
perfect means of leaving the scene,

if he hadn't lost his bicycle clip.

Without this clip,
he got that characteristic greasy mark
on his trouser from the chain,

the mark I saw on your cuff
the night of the murder.

I told you.
I got that mark changing a tire.

Not true.
Two days ago, I saw your tire tracks.

All of your tires
were evenly worn.

So?
Well, if your car
is like most people's,

the spare's never been
out of the trunk.

It would have shown deep,
new tread.

Not necessarily.

Why don't we look
in the trunk of your car?

Why don't we look in your closet
for your greasy trousers?

- Will, are you still there?
- Yes, ma-am.

Go ahead, please.

[Birds Twittering On Intercom]

[Barks]

[Whimpering]

Why don't you feed him his treat?

Just like you did
when you trained him
to help you to murder Trish.

[Crying]

Oh, Jessica,
you were marvelous.

I don't know what Teddy and I
would have done without you.

Oh, you'd have managed.
I bet you'll be glad
to get home to Kent.

Yes, far away
from the Langley clan.
And Marcus Boswell.

I still don't understand
why he did it.

Simple, Abby.
He who controlled the dog
controlled the money.

And I bet he would have thought
of a hundred different, clever ways
to rake off all that he wanted.

His behavior was indefensible.
Mmm, not to a good lawyer.

[Both Laughing]
[Vehicle Approaching]

Well, beautiful mornin'.
Isn't it? Teddy!

Tom, what's it like managing
a dog's finances?

Well, all that cash makes me
a little nervous.

But it's gonna go
to a lot of folks that need it
more than we do.

And what about
the clamoring relatives?

Well, either get a job
or starve.

I know Teddy will be
very happy in his new home.

Well, we're not gonna forget
either one of you.

Come on, Teddy boy. Yes.

Time for you
to get back to work.

[Chuckling]
Whoops.

[Engine Starting]