All language subtitles for MSW s03e07 Deadline For Murder.eng

- Now look here,
you burned out has-been- - Burned out has-been?

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

- What was it, an accident or what?
- I always thought somebody would murder him.

It, uh, could have been murder.

French fries are not
a part of your diet. Don't you dare.

No, but you'd rather
poison me with chipped beef and tapioca pudding.

I read that article the Sentinel
printed about you.

The cops better get ahold of this guy
before I get my hands on him.

The search for the real Lamar Bennett
and who killed him.

That's our hook.
Our hook?

I don't care that she's a dipso
with 33 cats...

and hasn't bathed in four months.

What I wanna read about is
she's a sweet old widowed grandmother...

whose greedy landlord
kicked her out.

[Phone Rings]

[Chattering]

Billy, I can't believe
that you would pull this on me.

Now if I knew that you were
gonna trash my copy-

Now you can't tell me that
you-you-you wrote this tripe?

No, I rewrote your piece.

This is a morning paper,
Mr. Drake.

And I feel a certain responsibility...

to avoid sending our readers
back to sleep.

[Drake]
That happened to be a superbly handled interview, pally,

until your people turned it into
supermarket-checkout garbage.

- I'm sorry about this, Mr. Bennett.
- Bennett? Bennett?

You're the guy who gobbled up
a dozen honest newspapers...

- and turned 'em into wastebasket filler.
- Good-bye, Mr. Drake.

Well, I'm not leavin',
Bennett.

Not until you guarantee me
an apology to the lady and in print.

Now look here,
you burned out has-been.

The only reason you got paid
for that drivel...

was because Billy here talked me
into throwing you a bone.

Burned out has-been-
been-

[Gasping]

Sally, get me an ambulance. Quick.

- Is he still breathing?
- Yeah, barely.

Get a photographer in here.
I want some pictures.

[Man]
A coronary as massive as this at his age is bad enough,

but he seems to have lost
the will to live.

It's unbelievable.
Three weeks ago, he was as feisty and cantankerous as ever.

[Phone Rings]
Keep it brief, Mrs. Fletcher, and calm.

Any excitement could
bring on another attack. Yeah.

[Monitor Beeping]

Hello, Haskell.

Hey. Huh.

What do you say there,
kiddo? [Inhales]

[Sobs]

What are you doing here?
You shouldn't be seein' me like this.

You always look good to me.
Oh.

The doctor tells me
you're doing very nicely.

Oh, oh, oh.
Dr. Doom?

He already has me ticketed
on a one-way to Slumberland.

No way. Another week and
you'll be out chasing another story.

Not me, kiddo.

[Inhales]
I couldn't afford to recover even if I wanted to.

Now look.
We've known each other too long...

and over too many years
to beat around the bush. Mmm.

Now I'm gonna take care of this bill,
and as soon as you're feeling better,

we're gonna move you
into a private room. Oh.

No, no, Jessica.
I'm- I'm no charity case.

Of course not.
You can pay me back out of your next assignment.

Now, what can I bring you?

[Beeping Intensifies]

Bring me Lamar Bennett's head
on a platter.

You know, he-he butchered
that interview that I had with you.

He called me a bum.
Haskell, hold on now.

You know, the last thing I remember
before I passed out,

he was askin' the photographer
to take some better shots.

Oh, good Lord.
Yeah.

And that's not all,
that's not all.

Look, look what he did to you.
Look.

Look what he did.
Hmm.

That is ridiculous!
This-This was the Fourth ofJuly party,

and I tripped over Howard Bigelow's
basket and spilled my cider. [Laughs]

Haskell, Haskell,
I want you to just rest, all right?

I've got an errand to run.
And I'll be back.

[Bennett]
A story about a 14-year-old...

whose grandparents couldn't
take care of her?

Who cares about that?
Miss Garrett-

Do you mean to tell me
that that institution doesn't have any small children,

kids who've been beaten
or abused? Of course they do.

But that's another story,
not the one I want to write.

L.B., I want Kay's story to run as is.
I'm sure you do, Walter,

but happily for the Sentinel,
your position as editor emeritus...

no longer entitles you
to make those decisions.

Now, on the other hand,
if you feel strongly about it,

I would be delighted
to finally accept your resignation.

- Now, wait a minute.
- And your son's.

Well, there's no way we'll give you
that satisfaction, Mr. Bennett, not in a hundred years.

Uh, do I hear 150? Say, 200?

[Woman]
Please. You can't go in there.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Bennett.
- That's quite all right, Edith.

Mrs. Fletcher, I believe.
Now this is a very rare privilege.

Forgive the intrusion, Mr. Bennett.
This won't take much of your time.

- You're here about the story.
- On the contrary, I'm-

My dear lady, we have developed
a certain style here at the Sentinel.

One that depends less on facts
than a certain point of view.

Mr. Bennett,
I'm here about Haskell Drake.

I would prefer to
talk with you privately.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I have to leave now.

I'll be out of town tomorrow.

Edith, would you try to book us
a few minutes next week?

[Sniffing]
Clyde, it's time for my medication.

Mr. Bennett, Haskell may not
be alive next week.

Stan, that basketball story
of yours just lays there.

The, uh, water, please.

The drug angle is just tired.
It's tired.

Now you find me something
with real heat.

L.B., we've gotta talk about
this dental malpractice case.

- Later.
- Mr. Bennett,

this will only take a few minutes.

Uh, Clyde.
[Snaps Fingers]

Mrs. Fletcher, we're having
a little celebration this evening.

Please, uh, come and join us.
We can talk then. Very nice meeting you.

[Huffs]

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm Kay Garrett.
How is Mr. Drake?

- Not at all well, I'm afraid.
- I'm sorry.

What you just saw in there?
Typical Lamar Bennett.

Ah, give it up,
Kay, will you?

Mrs. Fletcher,
Perry Revere. Hello.

Look, babe, this situation
can't go on forever.

Just into our sunset years.

Perry, let's face it.
I don't have your infinite capacity for pain.

I'll see you at the banquet.

I've gotta try and talk my dad
out of going, so he doesn't end up in the bed next to Haskell Drake.

It was nice meeting you,
Mrs. Fletcher.

He's right.
Nobody wins with Bennett.

But I keep hoping.

[Chuckles]
The truth is, if I hadn't stepped in when I did...

half the people in this room here
would be on unemployment. [Chuckles]

His game plan isn't pretty,
but the guy knows how to put points on the scoreboard.

Yes, and like so many others...

you continue to play for him, right?
Sports writing's all I know, Mrs. Fletcher.

Besides, integrity doesn't
buy a whole lotta pastrami.

Good evening.
Good evening.

Hello, Kay.
Excuse me.

Come on now.
What is with these long faces?

This is the first decent
financial statement...

this old rag has had
since Granddad ran it.

Oh, yeah, Sis, and the old guy's
probably whirling in his grave.

You wanna give me a break,
Perry.

You know, last year the dealer
was ready to take your Ferrari away.

Now you've got more money
than you know how to spend.

- The same goes for you, Daddy.
- Take it easy, Ellie.

Dad's had a hell of a year
trying to keep Bennett in check.

An effort which has, I'm afraid,
been largely wasted.

- Daddy, don't you think you oughta
lay off that stuffjust a little. - Well, I'm sorry, darling.

We're supposed to be showing
our bright happy faces here.

Sober, I'm not sure I can manage.

Well, Kay, how delightful.
You've brought Mrs. Fletcher.

Walter Revere, former owner
and publisher of the Sentinel.

Eleanor Revere,
his daughter.

[Jessica]
How do you do? Very well, thank you.

[Walter]
Mrs. Fletcher,

I want you to know how appalled
I was at what happened to Haskell Drake.

As I am, Mr. Revere.

Unfortunately, my views no longer
hold much weight at the newspaper.

These days I hardly rate a visit
from the coffee cart.

[Perry]
If you're searching for the great man,

- I believe I saw him
holding court that way. - Thank you. Excuse me.

You're not suggesting
that I be held responsible for Haskell Drake's medical bills.

No, of course not.
I'm concerned about his mental well-being.

Haskell is an outstanding
newspaperman,

who'd be an asset
in any organization.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I am a publisher.

I am not a good Samaritan
for losers or has-beens.

A has-been?

No, Lamar,
he's a legend.

And frankly you're not fit
to sharpen the man's pencils.

My, my, my.
Aren't we letting it all hang out this evening?

May I remind you, Walter,
that long before I appeared on the scene,

your pathetic opinions mercifully
ceased to matter to your readers,

your staff or anyone else.

[Crowd Gasping, Murmuring]

Oh, Mr. Bennett,
I'm so sorry.

Daddy, l-
Here, let me.

I'm so sorry.
I'm sure that Daddy- Everyone!

Everyone,

may I have your attention
for a moment, please?

I want to make
a little announcement.

As a matter of fact, a toast.

A toast to the departure...

of our dear, distinguished
editor emeritus...

Walter Revere.

And with him,
go the last vestiges,

happily, of the old,
moribund Boston Sentinel...

and his brand
of archaic journalism,

where so-called "tradition"
is a synonym for-

Don't listen-

[Mutters]

Mr. Bennett.

Yeah, get me Billy Simms
and hurry.

I wanna know
how many fire companies, how much damage and injuries,

names, gory details,
the whole shot.

Billy, phone.
Joe, get a couple more photographers down there. Quick.

It's Miss Garrett on five.
She says it's important. Harry, who's covering the hospitals?

We got Berman at Memorial,
Gettis at General and Starbuck on his way to Central.

You, get on your horse
and get down there and help 'em.

Kay, you'll have to give it to me fast.
We've got a big one burning down at the dock.

Billy, I hate to give it
to you like this.

I really do. I'm sorry.

But Mr. Bennett just died.

[Sighs]

- He what?
- I'm very sorry, Billy.

Uh, yeah.
It's okay, kid.

I, uh- How'd it happen?
What was it, an accident or what?

He just suddenly turned red.
Then he seemed to have trouble breathing.

Then he keeled over.
There'll be an autopsy.

I'll cover the medical
examiner's office.

Yeah.
Well, hold on a second, Kay.

Lou, hold page one for a remake.
Artie, get me a rewrite man and quick.

Okay, kid.
Give me your lead.

[Typing]

I feel so sorry for Billy.

He and Bennett
go back a long way. Oh, yeah. Way back.

Clear back to when Billy
was just a hatchet boy. It's just unbelievable.

Yeah, kinda makes you
wonder where you turn next for your aggravation quota.

Listen, Mrs. Fletcher,

since death seems to
have cheated us out of that rubber chicken dinner...

they were gettin' ready
to serve us, why don't you let me buy you dinner?

[Chuckles]
I'm afraid I've lost my appetite, but I'll take a rain check.

Tomorrow night
if I'm still in town? You're on.

Good.
Oh, anybody get a fix on what did him in?

Well, it's just a guess,

but the symptoms
looked to me like a brain hemorrhage.

Hmm.
Well, he was lucky.

I always thought somebody
would murder him.

Actually, it, uh,
could have been murder.

- What?
- [Chuckles] Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just my mystery writer's
mind at work.

You see, it is possible to induce
a brain hemorrhage...

using a combination
of alcohol and certain drugs.

[Laughs]
Well, that lets out all of us. We're not that smart,

or else we wouldn't have
been working for him in the first place.

Shut up,
Mr. Lassiter.

The man is dead.
Just keep quiet about him.

Okay, okay.
No offense, Clyde.

You always went around
sayin' bad things about him. You, too, Miss Garrett.

You just couldn't let yourself
see the good side.

Maybe she just misplaced
her magnifying glass. [Chuckles]

Clyde, leave him alone.
Stop it.

[Jessica]
Yes, this is Mrs. Fletcher, in 315.

Would you make up my bill,
please?

Yes, I'll be leaving
in a few minutes. Thank you.

[Knocking]

Lieutenant Caruso,
Boston P.D.

That's Sergeant Tierney.
May we come in? Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I'll get right to the point.

The medical examiner thinks
Lamar Bennett may have been murdered.

Really?
The newspaper says nothing-

That makes two of you.
What?

Last night you raised
the possibility of murder while talking to a-

Oh, yes, to Kay Garrett
and Stan Lassiter.

That was just conjecture,
Lieutenant.

You conject accurately.

The autopsy showed
methylthionate in his system.

Oh, dear.
And that mixed with alcohol, it, uh-

It caused a massive
cerebral hemorrhage.

The coroner picked it up
from a blood test.

You work from a crystal ball,
Mrs. Fletcher?

[Laughs]
Well, uh, with all the research that I do for my books,

my head has become
something of a storehouse for extraneous information.

But of course, that's nothing
like the kind of knowledge that you need in your job, Lieutenant.

I don't like being shined on,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I read that article the Sentinel
printed about you.

Not real flattering.

Well, surely you don't think
that that silly story is sufficient motive for murder?

I deal in evidence, ma'am.
Facts.

And the chief fact
I have uncovered about you...

is you seem to know more
about this man's death than you should.

Facts.

All right, all right.
Let's-Let's talk about facts.

The glass that Mr. Bennett
drank out of.

Surely that must've yielded
something useful, like a fingerprint.

The glasses were washed
before anyone thought it could be murder.

Anyone but you,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Another fact
I seem to remember-

methylthionate and alcohol
needn't be administered at the same moment.

Funny.
That's the same thing the medical examiner told me.

Bennett could've either
have the alcohol first or the other way around.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I suggest you remain in Boston.

- We may need you
for further questioning. - I'm sorry, Lieutenant,

but I know nothing
about that man's death.

And after I have visited
a dear friend in the hospital, I am returning to Cabot Cove.

Unless, of course, you feel
compelled to press charges against me right now.

Tierney,
get her home phone number.

[Eleanor]
Do you believe it?

The police were on my doorstep
at 8:00 a.m.

Oh, don't worry, Sis.
They didn't single you out.

They came by for a statement
from me and from Dad.

[Eleanor]
It's totally humiliating. How can they possibly think...

that I would have had anything
to do with his death? Oh, come on, Eleanor.

We were there.
We detested him.

Speak for yourself,
brother dear.

All right, that's enough.
Both of you.

Listen to me.

I've decided to speak
with Bennett's executor...

about buying back at least
enough of the Sentinel stock to regain control.

Eleanor, I need your promise
you won't sell your shares.

[Chuckles]
Sell? Daddy, what do you think I've been living on?

Lamar Bennett dead.

[Laughs]
Well, it figures.

Excuse me, but I mean a man
with his rotten disposition, God would get him.

Well, God may have gotten
a little help.

- Murder?
- The police seem to think so.

Lamar Bennett murdered.
Now there's a story.

Uh, uh, uh, Haskell,
calm down. Your heart.

What are you talkin' about?
My heart feels great.

Now wait a minute.
Lo-Look at this obit.

"Rags-to-riches, self-taught,
one-time salesman." That's all surface.

I mean who knew him
better than Billy Simms.

But that's Billy,
loyal as hell.

Now what he doesn't say here,
that's the real house number on Lamar Bennett.

Like, uh, who he stepped on
to get where he got. You know, stuff like that.

Jess, I'm telling ya.
This is a story-

For goodness sakes,
Haskell, stay still.

Well, can't you see it?
This is a great story.

The big one.
I can feel it.

[Stammering]
Jess, do me a favor.

Can't you stay a few days,
do some legwork for me?

Legwork?
Oh, don't be ridiculous. [Laughs]

Oh, come on,
Jess, please?

I mean, this story can
put me back in business.

The search for
the real Lamar Bennett, and who killed him.

That's our hook.
Our hook?

You remember
that summer you worked for the wire service,

and you did
some research for me?

That empty oil tank
storage swindle?

- You had me running
all over New England. - Yeah.

And your head was all cluttered
with hearts and flowers...

and Frank Fletcher, huh?

You wanted to be a teacher?

Ah, what the hell.
Forget it, forget it.

- You weren't much help then anyway.
- Are you kidding? I was terrific.

You said so yourself.

I would've made
a first-rate reporter.

Yeah, well, maybe.
Maybe?

On my worst day,
I was the best legman you ever had.

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh.
That's the way you remember it.

Haskell Drake,
you are impossible.

You're ornery and deceitful...
and devious.

Not to mention manipulative.

Okay, come on.
Here's your first assignment.

I don't believe it.
All right.

I want a typewriter
and lots of paper,

and, uh, a couple phones.

Oh, yeah, and-and bring me
a box of cigars.

Who were you with
just after he was murdered,

and what was
their reaction? [Sighs]

Well, come on, girl.
Start takin' notes!

[Chattering]

Come on, Karen.
Come on, Vernon.

Let's go.
Let's get on the bus.

All right, Kay.

Now maybe I could've
been stronger with Bennett, but damn it-

I'm sorry, Perry.
I don't mean to take it out on you.

Look, things are going to
be different now.

My dad's going to be back
running the paper soon.

Mrs. Fletcher.
Hi, how's Mr. Drake?

- Oh, he's improving.
Miraculously in fact. - Oh, that's great.

Actually, he's starting a story,

and I'm-Well, I'm sort of
helping with the research.

- Ah, no kidding. What's it about?
- Lamar Bennett.

I'll catch you later,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, I was hoping
that you could give me a few minutes.

Sorry, I've gotta pick up
my laundry.

Later, honey.

He's not always that rude.
I guess you just hit a nerve.

Yes. Kay-
Maybe Perry's right for once.

The less said about
Lamar Bennett the better.

Kay, a very dear friend
of mine is in the hospital.

He was ready to give up
and die two days ago.

Now he has a reason to live.
This story.

Sure.
How can I help you?

Well, for starters,

how would you rate
Lamar Bennett as a newspaperman?

A very narrow sense of story.

A flair for the dramatic...

but no real feel
for human interest. Well, give me a for instance.

I was working on this piece
about unwanted kids,

about the state's tendency
to leave them with parents who abuse and neglect them.

Come on.
Let's get on the bus.

Anyway, Bennett said the story
wasn't sensational enough.

As I recall, you've written
several stories about unwanted children, orphanages...

foster homes
and so on. You've done your homework.

It's hard to change
the system.

I guess I was luckier
than most.

You see, I was adopted
after only four years.

Hi, Julie.

I suppose I haven't been
much help, Mrs. Fletcher.

I guess
I'm just too close to it.

I've gotta go.
Oh, I understand. Bye.

Hi.

Mr. Drake,
you have got to take your medication.

You are already
two hours overdue.

And you can't smoke
that cigar.

Listen, Phillips,
I'm on long distance. Do you mind?

Uh, yes, Sackett I think
her name was.

Uh, right, right.
Okay, bye.

Look, miss,
try me in a month, why don't ya?

Better still make it two.
Hello, you still there?

Yeah, I'm still here.
That's right.

A little bit of a thing.
Bee-stung lips.

He's all yours.
Sioux Falls? Oh, good.

Wait a minute.
Hold it. Good, good.

Mr. Drake.
Uh, excuse me, Doc. Thanks.

Yeah, what is it?
Oh, Jess, what've you got?

I've got everything that
the Boston Public Library has on Bennett, plus-

Oh great.
I'm trackin' down a lady...

who worked as a society editor
in Tulsa, back in the dark ages.

Mr. Drake,
you are a very sick man.

You can't be abusing-
Doc, here, take my pulse if it'll make you feel better.

Anyway, Jess, if we find her,
we're gonna uncover a lotta bodies.

Now, listen to this.
The way I figure,

Bennett's last will
and testament might just give us the answer.

You know, find out who feels
they didn't get their due, and you've got your killer.

Well, it may not be
as simple as that.

I mean Bennett's finances
were very shaky, and he owed a lot of people.

Jessica, Jessica.
That's what I got from the Wall StreetJournal.

I don't want dollars and cents.
I want a personal point of view.

[Sighs]
Oh, she- Oh, Doc, please, please.

So what'd you learn
about Kay Garrett?

Well, apparently she
and Perry Revere-

Uh, well, they're an item.
Only he seems more committed than she is.

Yeah?
How much of an item and for how long?

We need details, Jessica.
Facts.

Did Perry ever catch Bennett
making a pass at her?

Was she insulted
he didn't make a pass? Is Perry the jealous type?

Well, I suppose l-
Wait, wait, wait.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
We do not suppose anything here, Jessica.

We are not writing a novel here,
Jessica.

Who, what, why,
when, where?

I'll make a reporter
outta you yet.

Where was I?
Where, where was I?

Where-
[Typing]

[Billy]
Wait a minute.

You are asking me to quit?
For the good of the paper, Billy.

I mean if my dad
takes over again,

like it or not, around here,
you'll always be Bennett's hired gun.

Perry, I'm gonna do you a favor.

I'm not gonna take anything
you said personally.

But your dad has got
as much chance of gettin' back on top...

as the Braves do
of comin' back to Boston.

Now, how about
getting back to work?

Mrs. Fletcher.
Mr. Revere, I know you're very busy,

but if you have
a few moments- Not now.

Guy's a nice enough fella.
But he'll never make a newspaperman.

You know, he doesn't have
that edge, that nose to really dig into a story.

Really.
I'm Billy Simms.

And Lamar Bennett?
Did he have the nose?

I hear you're giving
Haskell a hand.

But don't expect me to
help you do an ax job...

on a man that was
pretty good to me most of my life.

Oh, now, that is unfair.
Now, you know Haskell's work.

Now, he'll be a lot more
impartial than Mr. Bennett ever was.

Use the close-up, Sam,
and lose the background.

When I started with L.B.
25 years ago, all I knew was writing ads.

He wasn't perfect,
but he taught me everything I know.

But as you said,
he was not perfect. Hey,

I didn't say I agreed with
all his decisions,

or the way
he treated people.

Mr. Simms, do you think
he was murdered?

I'm sure there are a lot
of people who've had the urge at one time or another.

If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Fletcher,
our editorial conferences is now.

Uh, just-just
one other thing. One, Mrs. Fletcher.

You reported
in the late edition...

that most of his estate
had been left to the Lamar Bennett Foundation.

Do you know of
any personal bequests that he might have made?

Yes, he left me a few bucks.

But as far as I know,
the only other heir was Clyde Thorson.

Good-bye.

Well, hi, Mrs. Fletcher.
I understand you've become Haskell Drake's shoe leather.

Well, we're sort of
working together.

Hey, don't expect any credit.
Drake wouldn't share a byline with his mother.

When you have a chance,
I'd love to hear your thoughts about Lamar Bennett.

I never speak ill of the dead.

Only running backs
with bad knees.

[Sighs]

Well, the Bennett stock is
not for sale, not at any price.

Circulation's up,
so Billy Simms gets the job.

I can't believe it.
Believe it, Daddy.

You're really pleased at this,
aren't you?

Now, Daddy-
Just marvelous, Eleanor.

I guess I haven't been
terribly realistic,

thinking I could count on you
for support.

Daddy, realistic is the fact
that the Sentinel is now making a fat profit.

And if I take it over,
it won't.

Well, I'm sorry, Daddy,

but I have a whole new lifestyle
that is riding on the price of the Sentinel's stock.

Oh, Mr. Thorson?
Mrs. Fletcher.

I don't wanna talk to you
because I heard what you and Mr. Drake...

are tryin' to do to Mr. Bennett,
makin' him a bad person.

Mr. Thorson, if that were true,
I'd only question people who disliked him.

Whew.

I know if that someone
left me $25,000, I'd feel just terrible,

people saying negative
about them. Yes, ma'am.

So, I don't suppose
anything could pay for-

How long was it?
16 years of total loyalty?

[Chuckles]
My goodness.

Out of all the millions
that he owned,

that doesn't seem like
so very much.

Mr. Bennett must
have had his reasons.

You know, some people are saying
that his death could have been suicide.

No way, ma'am.
Not for Mr. Bennett.

And I wanna tell you
somethin' else.

If it was murder, the cops
better get ahold of this guy before I get my hands on him.

You see, Mr. Bennett
was like a father to me if I'd ever had one.

I understand that
you were raised by an aunt...

on an Oklahoma farm.
Is that true? Yes, ma'am.

I was down in the Oklahoma oil fields
when Mr. Bennett found me.

I was a washed-up football player,
just lookin' for work.

Excuse me, ma'am.
I just don't wanna let the ticker slow down too much.

Oh, no, no, no.
Of course not. Uh, just one last thing.

Uh, you seemed to be
in charge of his sinus medication.

You don't suppose someone
could've tampered with those pills?

No way, ma'am.

The cops asked me the same thing.
And they took what was left.

Good day, ma'am.

[Jessica]
So, in spite of the increase in circulation and advertising,

the costs went up too,
which in a way explains Bennett's financial problems.

Whoa, whoa,
hold it, hold it.

- Where's your lead paragraph?
- Well, I'm coming to that.

Well, before you do, they'll be
reading the vitamin content off their cereal boxes.

Haskell, will you stop treating
me like a two-year-old?

You know, it's all beginning
to come back to me now. Why I chose to marry Frank...

instead of pursuing
a newspaper career with you.

Uh, shh-shh.
Yeah, hello, Mrs. Marcus. Yeah, that's right.

The society editor from Tulsa.
Finally tracked her down.

Guess where-
Minneapolis for God's sake.

Yeah, yes, hello.
Well, say that again?

Uh, when was that?

Uh-huh.
Hmm-mm.

Are you sure?

You're not sure.
She's not sure.

Uh, well, thank you,
Mrs. Marcus.

There's more?
Hmm.

Well, thank you, Mrs-
No, I am interested, but not just now.

Uh, bye, Mrs. Marcus.

Well-
[Chuckles]

A couple of more minutes
and I'd have enough to blackmail half the people in Tulsa.

[Laughs]
Okay, now.

You ready?
Here's the skinny.

About 23, 24 years ago,

Bennett has an affair
with a local lady, an Olivia Kimmell.

Rumor has it
that the lady got with child.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Either way, a short time later,
Miss Kimmell ups and dies.

Which means that
if there was a child-

Bennett sure wasn't
accepting responsibility,

even if he knew about it,
which maybe he didn't.

Haskell, there are an awful
lot of maybes in your scenario.

Yeah, butJessica,
I can smell it. We've got something here.

All right.
Try this on for size.

The kid gets adopted, grows up,
discovers that Bennett is his father, his real father.

Bennett refuses
to acknowledge him,: The kid kills him.

- I know maybe it sounds crazy, but-
- Maybe not as crazy as you think.

Jessica?
What is it?

Haskell, I really don't want
to think what I'm thinking,

but Kay Garrett spent
the first four years of her life...

in an orphanage on the outskirts
ofTulsa, Oklahoma.

[Caruso]
Mrs. Fletcher, forget it. You're wrong.

The lab workup indicates
that Bennett's sinus medicine was just that, sinus medicine.

Now if you will excuse me.
If-lf I could just have a look at the coroner's report.

What for?

Mrs. Fletcher, why don't you
just go back to Cabot Falls...

and leave this-
Cabot Cove.

And look, whether you
believe me or not,

I am not trying
to step on your toes.

No?
Everybody else is.

You like these?

Some ex-jock can hang
a dead fish on the wall...

or maybe what's left of a moose
who didn't move fast enough.

That's okay.
But when I bring in a few geraniums,

- you can hear the snickers
all the way to Brockton. - I know the feeling.

Which is why I, especially,
have to toe the line when it comes to the regs.

Regulations.
We've got it, Lieutenant. Oh, hello, Mrs. Fletcher.

It was murder, all right.

Forensics found traces
of the drug and the alcohol,

- along with Bennett's blood,
on her handkerchief. - Whose handkerchief?

Eleanor Revere's.

The one she used
to dab the cut on Bennett's cheek.

We found it
in her laundry basket.

Are you saying
that Eleanor Revere murdered Lamar Bennett?

In cahoots
with her father.

Walter Revere strikes
the victim, draws blood,

then Eleanor dips
her hanky into a glass...

containing the methylthionate
alcohol solution, dabs it on the open wound-

It mixes with the alcohol
already in his system,

and ten seconds later,
it's all over.

You know, it is possible
that the methylthionate was already in his bloodstream.

But not terribly likely
when you consider the Revere family motives.

Nicely choreographed
right out in the open. Who'd have thought?

Come on, Sergeant.
Let's bring 'em in.

Glad I caught you,
Lieutenant.

Gotta get your autograph
on these little beauties. Mm-hmm.

Bottom of
the blue one there,

uh, yellow one there-
Mm-hmm.

And initials there.
You type a nice report, Officer.

Anybody ever read
this stuff? Not that I know of, ma'am.

I think it goes straight
to the files.

Well, I'm heading over
to the Revere place.

Mrs. Fletcher, if you come up
with any reason you think...

I'm trudging down
the wrong road, I'd like to hear about it.

But don't send me
smoke rings, okay?

I want evidence.
Hard evidence.

Otherwise,
you're just wasting my time.

Thank you,
Mrs. Falucci.

Al, that's it for today, dear.
Thank you. Okay.

You know, I've got
no business doin' this, Mrs. Fletcher.

But here you are.
The donors from the Sentinel.

AB-negative bein' as rare
as it is, we're so delighted to get some...

even if it was just the pint
we got from Miss Garrett. Thanks very much.

[Haskell]
It fits. Kay Garrett's gotta be Lamar Bennett's daughter.

But I don't believe that
she would have killed him.

Oh, come on, Jessica.
It's the classic Greek tragedy, kid.

I mean, she confronts him
and says, "Hi, Daddy, it's me."

He says, "I don't know
what you're talkin' about."

You know, people tend to
take that sort of rejection kinda hard.

Yes, but I was with her...

from the moment that
editorial meeting broke up...

until the moment
that he died. Mr. Drake.

French fries are not
a part of your diet. Don't you dare.

No, but you'd rather
poison me with chipped beef and tapioca pudding, right?

At least
take your medication.

Okay.
[Clears Throat]

You know, Jessica,
you yourself told me...

that alcohol and
methyl-whaddyacall-it...

doesn't have to be taken
at the same time.

Oh, it's terrible.

Just so long as they mix
in the bloodstream...

and trigger off
the brain hemorrhage.

Now, I mean, uh,
Kay could've slipped it to him before you got to the Sentinel.

Besides, she had a hell of
a better motive than Walter and Eleanor.

Wh-What're you after?

This-The bulldog edition.

Haskell, what time
does this go to press?

Well, it depends.
Uh, if you want it on the street by 10:15,

you gotta put the paper to bed
by 8:30, 8:45 the latest.

Now, you know,
there was a time I saved the day, of course-

Jessica!

Thank you.

[Jessica]
It's a clipboard...

about, uh,
about so big.

It contains all of our
donor information.

I mean, everything
for the past two months.

Dr. Rashnishi is going
to have a fit if he finds out.

Well, it could mean my job.

Oh, incidentally,
I don't recall you giving blood.

[Sighs]
Well, I would've,

but I got this thing
about needles.

Ah, thank you.

Mrs. Fletcher.
[Gasps] Oh.

Mr. Simms. I thought you'd
finished up the early edition and, uh, gone home.

What're you doing here?
Well, uh, l-

l-I was just looking for a little
background on Mr. Bennett. What's this about?

I told you.
I know what you told me.

Don't try to con a newshound,
Mrs. Fletcher, especially one with a lot of miles on him.

Kay Garrett.
You've known her for a long time, haven't you?

No, I met her two years ago,
when I hired her.

I don't think so, Mr. Simms.
I think you've known Kay since the day that she was born.

I think you also know
Lamar Bennett was her father.

- Who told you that?
- You brought Kay on to the Sentinel...

in the hopes of bringing
them together, somehow making an honest man of Bennett.

[Chuckles]
You make a pretty good reporter, you know.

Yeah, I knew it.

I was disappointed the way
that he brushed her off.

I think you were more
than disappointed.

I think you were angry.

For 25 years,
you've been angry...

until finally you couldn't
handle it anymore, and you had to kill him.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
that is just plain horse manure.

I mean, he died at the banquet.
I was where, here?

14 blocks away,
getting out the bulldog edition.

Yes, but Mr. Bennett
was actually murdered in two different places.

The most lethal half of the dose
was administered right here,

during the editorial meeting.

That's when you gave him
the pill containing the methylthionate.

[Laughs]

Now you're really
blowin' smoke.

The only pill that Bennett took
was from Clyde's bottle of sinus medicine.

Yes, that's what I'd assumed,
Billy, until a short time ago.

When I saw how easily
Haskell Drake fooled his nurse into believing...

he'd taken his pills
by simply palming them.

Oh, man.
In the editorial conference,

you knew it was nearly time
for Mr. Bennett's medication,

so you sent Clyde Thorson
out of the room on an errand.

Naturally,
Clyde left the pill bottle.

And when Mr. Bennett
requested his medication,

you obliged by appearing
to dump the tablet into his hand. But instead,

you slipped him
the methylthionate pill you had already palmed.

Then, it was simply a matter
of Mr. Bennett going out to the banquet...

and when he consumed
something alcoholic,

the poisonous solution
was formed, inside his body.

Well, there's no
evidence of that. Oh, but there is.

If you'd actually been
giving him a sinus pill,

that medication would've
shown up in his bloodstream.

It didn't.

You can't prove anything.
There's more, I'm afraid.

In your story about
Mr. Bennett's sudden death,

- you stated the cause of death
was a cerebral hemorrhage. - That's what it was.

Yes, but that fact wasn't known
till the autopsy was completed...

about an hour after
the bulldog edition was on the street,

unless you knew in advance
the effects of the methylthionate and alcohol together.

Kay told me how he died
when she phoned in the story just before we went to press.

That's not true.

I was there.

He just suddenly turned red.
Then he seemed to have trouble breathing.

Then he keeled over.
There'll be an autopsy.

Okay, okay, okay.

Oh, God.
I did it.

About-About three weeks ago,

I tried to work up the courage
to tell him who Kay really was.

I kept putting it off
because I was afraid.

When I finally screwed up
my guts to tell him,

and he told me, warned me
never ever to mention it again to anyone.

I watched her grow up,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I saw her turn into
a fine young woman.

She's bright and talented
and independent.

I figured she deserved
his recognition.

Then Kay doesn't know?

Her mother, Olivia,

she was the only one
who could ever stand up to Bennett.

He offered to marry her.
She turned him down.

Must have transferred
his hatred for her on to Kay.

He told me to fire her,
discredit her.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.
[Sobs]

L-I sold out my whole life
to that man.

But well, you-you
get to a point...

where you just can't
take that final step.

I knew if I stuck with you long enough,
you'd show me who did it, Mrs. Fletcher.

No, Clyde. Don't.

I don't wanna hurt you.
You just stay outta this.

Killing Mr. Simms won't
make you feel better.

Billy.

Billy, he treated you good,
treated me good. Did he really, Clyde?

If you heard Billy
confess to the murder, you also heard why.

You know how many
people he's hurt,

notjust the victims of
his stories, but the people who were close to him.

Like-Like Kay and Billy.

He never hurt me.

Please believe me.

I understand how you feel,

how much you loved
the good thing about him,

but admitting the truth
doesn't mean you can't keep those memories.

Mr. Bennett's gone, Clyde.

It's time to get on
with your life.

Let the courts punish
Mr. Simms.

[Jessica]
Perry and his father are back in command at the Sentinel.

Walter has promised
to stay out of Perry's editorial domain...

and do what he does best,
which is reporting.

Oh, and Eleanor is coming
on board to learn the business.

Wonderful.
Are you finished? No.

Kay has finally come to terms
with the fact that Lamar Bennett was her father.

I think she and Perry
are going to be married.

You know one of these days
I have the feeling she's going to run for office.

All right,
now I'm finished.

Now, hold on
to your hairdo.

Our story on Lamar Bennett
has been picked up by Worldwide.

That's fantastic.

Quiet.
I'm not finished yet.

I have been offered
a big overseas assignment...

in Hong Kong, Singapore
and Bangkok-

Oh.
By Newsmonth, no less.

Haskell, that's marvelous.
When?

Oh, well, um, as soon as
you hand me my trousers.

And by the way,
you can tag along if you want to.

I figure that, uh, a couple of
years of hard work,

who knows, you may turn into
a half-decent newspaperman.

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