All language subtitles for MSW s03e22 Murder She Spoke.eng

[Screaming]
[Woman] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Surely you can't believe
it was one of us?

Who more capable of
operating in the dark than a blind man?

Oh, for God's sakes.
That's ridiculous.

Why don't you go home
and start one of your special bubble baths?

Like they say in those bus
commercials, why don't you just sit back and leave the driving to us?

This time they even got the cover.
They're even using our publicity to sell their pirated tapes.

He accused me
of sellin' Stoney's tapes.

[Woman Screaming]

?? [Country]

"The body was discovered
by Edie Babish...

"on November 2,
at 3:30 in the afternoon.

"She knew it was 3:30
because she was late returning from her marketing.

"She checked her watch
in the elevator, bothered that dinner wouldn't be ready.

"Nothing fancy, just her husband's
favorite stuffed cabbage,

"but it took at least four hours.

"She was equally certain about
the location of the body.

"The man's throat had been slit,

and he was making a dreadful mess
all over her freshly scrubbed kitchen floor."

Mrs. Fletcher, excuse me.
Would you take two steps back, please?

Your voice is just a little
bit too authoritative.

You mean too loud?
Um, how's this?

"It had not been Edie's day."

That's perfect, ma'am.
That's your mark.

Uh, I'm sorry to bring this up,
but I can't read the manuscript from back here.

Uh! Emergency
procedure number 483.

That okay?
All right, Mrs. Dalton, we're ready to roll.

Uh, I'd like to give Greg another
minute or two if that's all right.

He and Randy Whitworth were
having dinner, but they should have been... finished by now.

??[Country]

Gold. Pure gold, guys.

Heck, Al, you'd say the Partridge Family
was platinum if it'd get us out of here. Play it back for us.

Stoney, my man, we gotta get
that retake in tonight if we're gonna deliver this album on time.

Al, my man, I got
all the time in the world.

[Tape Rewinding]
Save me from comeback cons. [Sighs]

Okay, Earl, let's go. Jessica,
I'll stay here in the studio with you.

Try to forget that there's
a microphone in front of you. [Man] Sorry to be late, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm Greg Dalton.
Oh, saved by the producer.

I can't tell you
how much I've been looking forward to this.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but I just had to meet you before we started.

Well, it's my pleasure.
I can't tell you how much I admire what you're doing here.

- Hi, sweetheart.
- I'm sorry you missed our barbecue bec-

The stand must have sprouted legs.

Oh, don't take it out on the stand,
Mr. Dalton. I'm the culprit, I'm afraid. Me and my "authoritative voice."

Well, now let's see.
Now where were we? Yeah, I was about to kiss my wife.

Oh, that's nice.
A strange metallic aftertaste. But that's not bad.

By the way, I'm also
very sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,

about this evening session,
but it's the only time we seem to be able to get this studio.

Oh, I think that mystery stories
should be read in the dark of the night, don't you?

You know, it's interesting.
It's always the dark of the night to me. [Laughs]

Cheryl!
Haven't you gone home yet?

No. I was just waiting for you
to come back from dinner. Oh, you didn't have to do that.

Of course not, sir.

Your wife called several times.
She said it was urgent. Margaret just can't get enough of me.

Oh, and Stoney Carmichael called.
He said it's very important. He needs to see you.

Hmm. Every day
he's sounding more like the old Stoney Carmichael.

Oh, and here's the check
for Mr. Anglin. He'll be here at 8:30.

And out of here
by 8:40 for good.

Well, what are you still doing here?
Isn't it past your bedtime?

Good night, sir.

??[Country]

Stay here, Sal.
Stoney, quit treatin' me like a kid.

Honey, you are a kid.
I gotta learn about this business if I'm gonna be a singer.

Okay, first rule is, take care of your band.
Go get these boys some sodas.

Sounds great, Stoney.
Better than it does on this?

What the hell is this?
Found that at a swap meet.

They were chargin' 20 bucks for it.
This time they even got the cover.

I don't believe this. They're
even using our publicity to sell their pirated tapes.

Stoney, I told you there was a risk
in pushing back the release date. Yeah, yeah.

This is cash out of my pocket too.
Well, let me tell you somethin, Randy.

I got me an uptown lawyer,

and he tells me if I can prove
these bootlegs are comin' out of this studio, it'll, uh-

What was the word he used?
Uh, nullify my contract.

I know how you feel, Stoney.
You've been waitin' a long time for this.

But, man, I'm your friend.
You want out of this contract, all you have to do is say so.

Oh, sure, and repay all your
expenses plus 50% of any future contract I come up with.

Nobody held a gun to your head
to sign the contract when I found you in that dive in Waco.

Well, somebody got me
mighty drunk. I guess I'll even be billed for the liquor too, huh?

Al, the truth.
What do you know about this?

Hey, man, this is your studio.
You know how loose it was before you beefed up security.

Anybody could've come in here
and dubbed those masters.

Stoney Carmichael is
my ticket to the top floor.

I'm not gonna let some
bootlegger try to ruin it for me.

[Sighs]
Nobody'd mistake her for a rhythm and blues girl.

- [Laughs]
- That's the last book for the bleeding blind you're gonna catch outta here.

[Randy]
Thanks for being here, Mrs. Fletcher.

This is such an important series.

Oh, you're right, Mr. Whitworth.
Not nearly enough books are pub-

Earl, my boy,
we need to have a little chat.

Just a note of insincerity.
A note? Sounded more like a full-blown symphony to me.

I'm afraid you see that this is the last
of the Mystery Books for the Blind to be recorded here.

Oh.
What?

Greg, why didn't you say
something when you first arr- That's why Randy took me out to dinner.

But can't you take the series
to another company?

That'll be tough. This isn't exactly
a moneymaking proposition.

I can't say I blame him.
I can.

Nancy, don't.
I'm not gonna let him get away with this.

[Greg]
I said, no!

Uh, perhaps this isn't the best time
to approach Mr. Whitworth.

[Woman]
One of your works of art? [Sighs]

Margaret, you scared
the hell out of me.

Not exactly music
to a newlywed's ears. God, you look great.

How'd you get in?
Your secretary on her way out.

She works quite late, doesn't she?

And don't you think I should have
a key of my own, seeing as I am footing the bill for this little takeover?

Margaret, you're being silly.
I told you I'd be home late.

And of course you can have a key.
I just have to settle this business with Carl first.

Listen, tell you what.

Why don't you go home
and start one of your special bubble baths?

Actually, sweaty palms turn me on.
10:00. Meet you at the tub.

Why do I get the feeling
that you're rushing me off?

It's just that Carl should be here
any minute, and I might not wait for that bath.

Good. I'd hate to think that you
only wanted me for my mind.

Or one of those other
"M" words like... money?

"But what really bothered Mrs. Babish
was that the body was dressed in her only fromal gown."

"Fromal gown"?
Oh, my goodness. [Laughs]

I'm sorry. That's my typing.

[Earl] There's no problem, ma'am.
We'll just pick it up at the beginning of the paragraph, all right?

I'll be right back.

[Earl]
Mrs. Fletcher, in three, two-

?? [Country]

Randy, you wanted to hear
the new tracks?

What the-

[Clicking Breaker]

[Al]
Oh, come on. Randy, there goes the power again.

- [Randy] That's the third time this month.
- [Al] We can't have blackouts like this in the middle of sessions.

You and Carl gotta get some people
in here who know what they're doin.

It's bad for the equipment.
The electricians werejust here.

[Nancy]
This has happened before, Jessica. Just stay put.

[Jessica]
Well, where are you going? Wouldn't it be safer to-

[Nancy]
I know my way around. I'll see if I can find the circuit breaker.

Hello?
What's goin' on in here?

What happened to the damn lights?

?? [Resumes]

Well, let there be music.

Randy?
[On Phone] Help!

Randy, are you okay?
[Groaning] Somebody. Oh, God. I'm hurt.

It's Randy!
Somethin' is wrong with Randy!

What is it? What's wrong?
Something about Randy.

[Woman Screaming]

Help... me.

Oh, good Lord.
Uh, call-call an ambulance.

Stabbed... me.
Stabbed you? Who stabbed you?

Somebody... in the dark.

[Groans]

[Police Radio Chatter]

Lieutenant Faraday, police
department. Will he make it?

Did you see who did this to you?
[Randy] Dark. Too dark.

Stay with me now.
Come on. Stay with me. Tell me what happened.

Al. Al on phone.

Okay, good, good.
You were on the phone with Al.

Lights out. Pain... back.

[Engine Starting, Siren Blaring]

Surely you can't believe
it was one of us?

The front door was locked.
No one came in except Mr. Anglin.

Now, I do not want you
to worry your pretty little head about this.

I'm going to have officers here
to protect you every second.

Excuse me, uh, Lieutenant.

I'm sure that you have
already figured that...

if there was somebody already
in the office with Mr. Whitworth when the blackout occurred,

they could easily have left,
and no one would have noticed.

I mean, it was very confusing
out here, you know, after the lights came on.

Uh-huh, it's still a little
confusing now, isn't it, ma'am? Tell you what.

Like they say in those bus
commercials, why don't you just sit back and leave the driving to us?

Someone must have thrown
the switch, come in here and-

But how?
Place was pitch dark.

Flashlight?
No. Victim would have seen it.

Excuse me, Lieutenant Faraday?
Mr. Dalton here says that he heard-

Mrs. Fletcher, the sergeant
here tells me that you're a mystery writer.

Uh, yes. As I was saying-
Oh, I think writing is a real good hobby for a woman.

You can cook up some supper.
You can chat on the phone.

Then pop over to the old
typewriter now and then for a few minutes.

Yes. When I'm not too busy
beating the laundry against the rocks in the river.

[Laughing]
Oh, I bet your books are charming.

Thank you. I was trying to tell you
Mr. Dalton heard something.

But then, of course, real murder
is anything but charming.

And solving it requires
patience, strength.

- Ah, man's work.
- Right.

[Greg]
I think I'd better say something here.

Lieutenant, Mrs. Fletcher
thought that something I heard in the hallway might be important...

if you're interested.

Well, of course, sometimes-
Sometimes the ladies have real good hunches.

So what happened?

I was standing at the drinking
fountain taking a pill- I have a circulation problem in my leg-

when I heard somebody
run past me and something drop.

Now that thing
could have been a knife.

- So this happened
while the lights were out? - I'm afraid I don't know.

What do you mean,
you don't know?

Sunny Spain and the black hole
of Calcutta are the same to me, Lieutenant. I'm blind.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

You certainly seem
to get around pretty good.

[Greg] Thank you. I can also
chew gum at the same time. [Laughs]

Don't you use a cane?
Not if I can help it. I don't need one around familiar places.

I'm sure the cleaning lady
will get that stain.

And, yes, Mrs. Fletcher,
I noticed it too. Paint.

[Jessica]
Monet Mauve. Come again?

Monet Mauve is a very expensive
nail polish, Lieutenant, and the bottle is right here.

Could I trouble you for your
pocket handkerchief, please? Of course, ma'am.

Thank you.

[Faraday]
I tell you what- Why don't you take that as a souvenir on your way home?

It's awful late for a lady
to be out alone.

Lieutenant, nail polish
dries very fast.

The stain on the floor is still damp,
which means that this bottle was dropped very recently.

So you're saying that some woman
who likes expensive nail polish came in here and stabbed Mr. Whitworth?

Kind of a jump,
don't you think, ma'am?

I merely said that this bottle
was dropped very recently.

But, yes, I do think it would be a good
idea to find out who it belongs to.

[Phone Ringing]

Leave it to a woman
to find nail polish.

Dusted?

Hello. Mm-hmm. Okay.

Mr. Whitworth was
D.O.A. At the hospital.

We're now looking for a murderer.

Lieutenant, you can't
seal off the studio.

Save your breath, Mr. Anglin.
No one goes in or out of here till things are settled up.

Uh, if you're through
being searched, ma'am, you're free to go. Just don't-

You're not gonna tell us
we can't leave town. That's a good idea.

I wasn't even in the studio
when Randy was killed. I got a business meetin' in Nashville.

Sorry. By the way,
I think Officer Cooper's ready for you right now.

Uh, Lieutenant,
I have got a red-eye.

Oh, ma'am, I sure hate to make
you miss a canasta game,

but I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to ask you to stay. I know that.

I just would like to use a telephone
to cancel my passage, but, uh,

I didn't want to use a phone
that hadn't been, uh-

Oh, how do you official
men call it, dusted?

Lieutenant? I think we've
found the murder weapon.

Push.
[Groans]

That must be what
Mr. Dalton heard drop. [Gasps]

You're a great
pace man, Jessica.

[Laughing]
Thanks. Just don't let Lieutenant Faraday hear you say that.

Oh, rough ground ahead.
I know. It's my usual route.

Oh, I do admire you, Greg.
You certainly don't miss out on anything.

Since the car accident, you know
what I keep telling myself?

That you won't let it stop you.
And I haven't. Bum leg or not.

Well, you've certainly made an
incredible adjustment in a comparatively short space of time.

The human body's an amazing
mechanism. You lose one sense, and the others pick up the slack.

Coffee at 100 yards!

Jogging, what a way to ruin
a beautiful morning.

How about some eggs before
those arteries get too clear?

Oh, thanks.
That would be lovely. Here, honey, let me do this.

That's okay.
I've already started. And I'll finish it.

You know I wanna thank you
both for letting me stay here.

Please, it's the least we could do
with you forced to stick around. [Phone Ringing]

I'll get it. I'll get it. I'll get it.
Hello? Carl, yes, good to hear from you.

But, Carl it's not like we're-

Carl, look, why don't you
take some time to-to-

All right, Carl.
All right. All right.

Good-bye.

He canceled
Mystery Books, didn't he?

Does he have
the power to do that? I guess he must have.

I'm not so sure.

Don't let's talk figures, Stoney.
Point is Red River Studios wants to be a part of your future.

[Laughing]
Oh, sure, you can get back to me. You take care now, ya hear?

Always a pleasure doin'
business with an artist.

My husband used to love
Stoney Carmichael, but I'm afraid I lean more towards Eddy Arnold.

Yeah, well, that comeback
album's gonna go through the roof when it's released.

Oh, you mean it isn't out?
I thought I saw a cassette in Mr. Whitworth's office.

No, no. Bootleg. Afraid that's one of
the reasons ol' Stoney wants out.

Randy wouldn't do business with him,
but me, I mean heck, I'm a businessman...

who's got an obligation
to run a profitable company.

Carl, there's no reason
the Mystery Books couldn't make money if they were marketed properly.

Greg, my boy, Randy
kept you on as a favor.

Now I know it, and you know it.

But, see, I don't got a favor owing you.
What I do got is folks countin' on me.

Uh, Mr. Anglin, I'm assuming
that you inherited Mr. Whitworth's portion of the business,

or you wouldn't be making
decisions of this kind.

Well, I, uh, I am in the
process of acquiring it.

[Laughs]
Oh, I'm sorry. I must be confused.

Last night,
in Mr. Whitworth's office,

I happened to see a cashier's
check made out to you for a sizable amount of money,

and it was attached to a contract
transferring the ownership.

- A lot's changed since last night.
- Yes, I can see that.

What's he doing here?
Who?

Lieutenant Faraday.
Probably wants to ask some more questions.

Why? There's nothing
more we can tell him.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Mrs. Dalton.

Lieutenant, unless you have a warrant-
Come on, Nancy. We've got nothing to hide.

As a matter of fact, ma'am.

I'm sorry I snapped at you.
This whole thing has gotten me- Well, you know.

I'll get some coffee.

Mr. Dalton, uh, I understand
that you had a barbecue here at the house a couple of days ago.

Most everybody from
the studio attended, right?

If you'll excuse me, I'll give
Nancy a hand with the coffee.

Jessica!

Nancy, Lieutenant Faraday
isn't stupid. He'll look in the dryer too.

What do you mean?

I suppose the others from
the set are in there too?

One of our knives is missing,
but somebody from the studio must've taken it.

- Nancy, you can't withhold evidence.
- Jessica, somebody is trying to frame Greg.

But it will only look worse
when it's discovered. Besides, it could be used to clear Greg.

[Jessica]
Lieutenant, you said that the prints had been wiped off the murder weapon.

I mean, anybody could
have taken that knife from the barbecue.

He was standing right
next to that master switch during the blackout.

But how can you be sure that
the blackout was caused by the master switch?

Nancy, didn't you tell me
that the power had gone off several times recently?

That's right, they've been
having electrical problems.

We've had to stop in the middle
of recording sessions several times.

Mm-hmm. It could also
have been an act of God, but I don't think so.

Yes, but even if the blackout had
been caused by the master switch, somebody else could have pulled it.

Mrs. Fletcher, this is a very nice
womanly thing you're doing, helping a friend,

but you're grasping
at straws here, ma'am.

Everybody else is accounted for.

Not really, Lieutenant.
Nobody could really prove an alibi during a blackout.

Exactly, ma'am,
it was a blackout.

And who more capable
of operating in the dark than a blind man?

Oh, for God's sakes.
That's ridiculous.

But, Lieutenant,
you have to have something more than a suspicion of-

Like a motive?
You want a motive? Fine. Fine.

There's this, uh, real doll
of a waitress named Doris down at the steak house.

Apparently, Mr. Dalton here and
Mr. Whitworth had quite a shootout over their New York primes last night.

Mr. Whitworth said he was
canceling theMystery Books, right, Mr. Dalton?

And then you reminded him-
That he owed me, which he did.

A man owes something
to somebody he blinds in a car accident.

But not his life.
Ajob maybe, but not his life.

[Jessica]
Greg, could you identify anything about the person who ran past you?

Like what?
Well, could you tell if it was a man or a woman, for example?

Sometimes I can tell the difference,
but not when they're wearing soft-soled shoes.

Uh, but did they sound heavy
or light? Did they move fast? Were they young?

- He's not an eyewitness,
Jessica. He's blind. - Nancy!

You're not Superman, Greg.

You can't do everything by yourself.
It will never be the same as it was before the accident.

Now I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry,
but that is the way it is.

I'll go and talk to
Lieutenant Faraday. No, no, wait. Please, please.

Nancy, I am happy.

I have a wonderful wife,
a good life...

until I ended up here.

Why do you have to be so damn happy?
So nice to Randy in front of me?

- Didn't you ever just
wanna bash his face in? - Stop it! Just stop it!

How do you know what I feel?

You know what it's like to wake up
every morning and open these eyes?

Of course I hate it.

And I hate him, but hating
isn't gonna get me anywhere. Isn't that right, Jessica?

It's certainly very destructive.
[Nancy] But you have to acknowledge it.

You have to deal with it.
You can't just push it down, or it's gonna well up inside.

You think I killed him,
don't you?

I don't know you anymore, Greg.

You don't confide in me.
You don't let me do things for you. You have cut me off.

Now all I am to you
is your chauffeur.

I'm sorry.

Nancy, these recent power failures,

are they anything like
what happened last night, I mean, total darkness?

Yes. But you don't think
it was a coincidence?

Oh, no. If I were to pull
a murder in total darkness and frame a blind man for it,

I think I'd need some rehearsal.

Why don't you go on home?

I wanna go set a few things straight
with Lieutenant Faraday, okay?

Oh, this night scope is great.

[Laughing]
The deer don't even see you comin'.

Maybe that's why they
call it "sport shooting."

Mrs. Fletcher, I share your
respect for Mr. Dalton. I really do.

Just because I respect him,
just because I like him, doesn't cloud my vision.

Cream and how many sugars?
Black.

Lieutenant, there are
so many other possibilities.

That bottle of nail polish
indicates that somebody-

Was in that office
sometime near the murder. Nothing more, ma'am.

Or Whitworth could
have dropped it himself.

Could have. Just like that
power failure could have been caused by something else.

I mean, we don't know that
it was the master switch.

Ma'am, I'm getting just a little bit
nervous about this "we" business. [Phone Buzzing]

Yes. Ah.
Thank you very much.

"We" now have
the last bit of evidence that "we" need.

The blood on the knife that
we found in the studio matches the victim's.

Yes, uh, you can unseal
the recording studio.

Yeah, that's right.
Call off the marines.

Lieutenant, I wish
you wouldn't do that.

Once you open up that studio,
whoever's behind all this could go in and cover his tracks.

Tracks? What tracks?
I have got my smoking gun.

A little bit too conveniently.

Ah, so now Mr. Dalton
is being framed.

Please, ma'am, please.
You're smarter than this.

Don't act like an irrational-
Please, Lieutenant, please.

Preserve what respect I have for you,
and don't say "irrational woman."

Irrational outsider.

Now, ma'am, I really, really
don't wanna see you coming around here anymore...

unless you're with some man
here to arrange bail for Greg Dalton.

Uh, Lieutenant Faraday,
believe it or not, there are women who can arrange bail,

and besides that, you're the one
behaving irrationally...

by failing to pursue
all the leads in this case.

[Door Slamming]

Let's do my overdub
on "Night Tears,"

and then when the rest of the guys
get here, we'll cut that last song.

The quicker the better.
That's great, Stoney.

I'm all backed up here.
I got Larry and the Lashers comin' in right after you.

Oh, hey, they're bad!
Think they'd give me a chance to work backup for 'em?

They probably would. They're 90%
sleaze and 10% perversion. Come on, young'un.

Mrs. Fletcher,
something I can do for you?

Yes.

Sorry to hear about Greg.
He's a great guy. He used to invite us over for barbecues and stuff.

I really can't believe he did it.

Al, when you were on the
phone with Mr. Whitworth,

did you hear anything
that would give us a clue to the identity of the killer?

- Can't think of anything.
- No background sounds or jangling of the keys or-

Sorry. Look, I really
have to get back to work.

This whole business has set me
way behind schedule. I wish I could have been of more help.

Well, thanks anyway.

[Knocking]

Earl?
Mrs. Fletcher, come on in.

I thought Mystery Books
was canceled. I'm afraid it has been.

I'm sorry to hear that.
I like Mr. Dalton.

This darn shorts.
We're gettin' 'em all over the place.

Oh, very scientific.
Earl, you seem to be something of an expert.

Tell me, is there any way
to tell the difference between a power failure...

caused by pulling a master
switch and one caused by electrical problems?

They all look the same, but I'll tell you
the master switch never was off.

I checked it myself other times.

The lights just come back on
when they're ready.

And you have no idea what's
causing these problems. Electricians can't figure it out either.

And it always happens in
the middle of a session too.

A session of
Mystery Books for the Blind?

Come to think of it,
during Stoney Carmichael's sessions too as I recall.

Earl, I couldn't help but notice
you having an argument with Randy Whitworth in here...

before he was murdered.

Yeah, old Randy, he had a short fuse.
He accused me of sellin' Stoney's tapes. And I took exception, of course.

But I'll tell you somethin.
You talk about mad,

I've never seen anybody ever
like Stoney was about those tapes.

And if he hadn't been in his
studio during the blackout-

These can really drive you mad.
Here, let me have a go.

[Laughing]
How do you like that?

You know, I'm a great
fan of your uncle. Makes one of us.

It must be very exciting
being on the road with him.

Yeah, exciting.
You know, I'll tell you something.

If I would've known that he was gonna
be worse than my daddy, I never would've run away.

You know, you'd think old Stoney
would help me get started, wouldn't you?

- Well, maybe he wants to protect you.
- How's he gonna do that? By making me his soda slave? Geez.

What?

Oh, I was just admiring your nail polish.
It's, uh, very intense.

Oh, it's called Slash.
You want some? Uh, no, no, thank you.

Purple doesn't really
work very well for me.

I understand, Sally Ann,
you were in the ladies' room during the blackout.

Yeah. Take it from me.
It's not a fun place to be when the lights go out.

Well, you're lucky
you managed to get out without hurting yourself.

What's that supposed to mean?
I didn't leave till the lights came back on.

Oh. Oh, I misunderstood.

L-I thought that you were
the first person to find Randy Whitworth in his office.

So?

Oh, I get it.

Let me tell you somethin'.
I didn't even hardly know the dude. Why would I wanna kill him, huh?

Excuse me.

[Carl]
Come on, Margaret. Everybody knows you werejust Randy's meal ticket.

- [Margaret] Ah, what a way
you have with words, Carl. - [Carl] Now don't get het up.

I just meant I don't see why you
want this old wreck of a place. Well, call it sentimental.

But my offer is the same one
you agreed to with Randy.

It was my money then;
it's my money now.

Well, I'm not so sure
I wanna sell now.

Mrs. Fletcher, ma'am.
Mr. Anglin, I was uh-

- l-I was just waiting for you.
- Could've been a long wait.

Well, uh, I want
to give you your tape.

You just hold on, and
I'll go get it from Earl.

You know the widow?

Well, I suppose Carl meant
that as an introduction.

I'm Margaret Whitworth.
Jessica Fletcher.

I'm so very sorry
about your husband.

It was a great shock.

When you say good-bye to
your husband in the morning,

you-you never realize that
those will be the last words that you will ever say to him.

You- You never dream that...

that the next time
you see him, he'll be-

Oh, I know it.
It must have been terrible.

That's such a perfectly
lovely black dress. It's crepe de chine, isn't it?

Well, yes, I believe so.

That's such a pretty pale shade
of nail polish you're wearing. Monet Mauve, isn't it?

- Well, you certainly
know your nail polishes. - That is such a coincidence.

You know, a bottle was
dropped right here.

Lieutenant Faraday found it
the night of your husband's death.

Well, there's-

There's nothing clandestine about
coming to see your husband at the office, is there?

Oh, of course not.

I just can't help but wonder
why you felt it was so important to make me believe that you didn't.

Well, I'm sorry you didn't
get to finish this up. Well, I wish you'd reconsider.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
but you see now,

dumpin' this mystery book series is about
the only thing that Margaret Whitworth and I do see eye-to-eye on.

You take care now,
you hear?

Carl! You gone deaf or somethin'?

A couple of times now I told you
to stay away from my niece. Let go of me, will ya, Stoney?

- [Sally Ann]
Stoney, you turn him lose! - [Stoney] Keep outta this!

- Where to, lady?
- Uh, stay right here. I've got the address in here somewhere.

[Stoney]
You got some idea about helpin' her out with a singin'career?

- [Carl] She came to me, Stoney.
- Damn right I did.

Yeah, and she came on
to Randy too,

and I straightened him out
just like I'm gonna straighten you out right now.

What you got in mind for my niece
sure ain't no singin' career. Stoney, you keep outta this!

Look, she's got
a tin ear and a voice like a screech owl,

which means she's only
good for one thing.

Carl, are you gonna let him
talk about me like that?

[Carl] Well, I uh-
[Stoney] Yeah, he's gonna let me talk about you like that.

Because without me,
this place is one big nothin'. Now come on, honey, let's go.

You let go of me!
Listen, if you don't start behavin' yourself,

I'm gonna send you back home
to your mama in Chattanooga. Now let's go!

[Greg]Jessica, I wanna hear
your tape to see if I can use it to get another studio to pick us up.

Greg, you just made bail.
Give it a rest at least for tonight.

You know, Greg,
there's still something that's been bothering me.

You said that the person who
passed you in the hall was running? That's right.

Nancy.
Yes?

You always made better coffee
even when I could see.

The question is, how could
anybody run in the dark?

Maybe they had a flashlight.
I didn't see one.

Of course it's possible that the
killer was already in the office.

Sally Ann said that
she was in the ladies' room,

but she could have gone
to the office and killed Randy.

- But why? She had no motive.
- Carl Anglin certainly did.

Carl couldn't have done it.
He wasn't inside the building when the lights went out.

Very convenient.

What if somebody inside, somebody
who had a relationship with him, committed the murder on his behalf?

It's all a lot of ifs,
buts, maybes to me.

Right now all I can think of
is hearing this tape to see if I can salvage the book program.

Oh, it still doesn't feel right to me.

I mean how could Sally Ann
have caused the blackout,

and made her way in the dark-

I mean, how could anybody?

[Jessica On Tape]
Only 10 minutes before Lieutenant Garfield arrived.

Is that me?
That can't be me! Garfield took in the scene quickly.

Yes, you. Sounds wonderful.

[Jessica] Authoritative.

[Tape]
He looked at the swarthy man with the hideous bloody grin cut into his throat,

noted the gown he was wearing,
and dryly observed that... [Laughs]

He appeared to be
wearing a size 12. [Phone Ringing]

Hello? Yes, Lieutenant,
she's right here.

[Jessica On Tape]
They were lucky at least the corpse wasn't wearing makeup.

[Jessica] Hello, Lieutenant?
What's all this about, uh, the victim wearing makeup?

[Laughing] Oh, that wasn't me.
L-I mean it was me, but it was merely a tape.

A tape of my, uh... my voice.

L-I really wish
you hadn't accused Margaret Whitworth ma'am.

She's been yabbering
my head off for the last hour.

- Lieutenant, never mind
Margaret Whitworth. - What?

She didn't do it.
But I know who did it, and I know how.

But what I don't know is
how to prove it.

Who did it? Who?

Thanks for all your help, Earl.
No problem.

I got it.
No, it's all right. I got it.

Look, man,
it's been a long day. Why don't you split?

Yeah. I guess
I will hit the road. Okay. See you mañana.

[Al] Damn!

[Door Creaking]
Who is it? Who's there?

- It's me, Al.
- Greg?

[Greg]
I wanna know why you wanted to frame me.

- [Al] What are you talkin'about?
- [Greg] You did a goodjob. Too good.

You knew I could maneuver in the dark,
and I can. I'm getting closer, Al.

[Al]
You're crazy! Stay away from me.

Well, what do you know?
The lights came back.

[Jessica]
No, Al, you switched them back on.

Just as you did the night
that you killed Randy Whitworth.

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

[Switch Clicking]

I realized you had to have rigged a way
to turn the studio power on and off.

And you wouldn't have
had time to dismantle it,

what with the studio being
sealed and sessions all day.

Just because I have
a master switch here doesn't prove anything.

- How could I see in the dark?
- With this, we figure.

[Jessica]
When you came into the studio today, you weren't wearing your helmet.

But when I came in here to talk to you,
the helmet was already hanging up on the rack,

which meant it had been there
since the murder.

That seemed strange. Why not
wear it when you left that night?

I think it was because you were
afraid that in searching you,

which they were likely to do,
the police would discover...

that this has an infrared visor.

- Lady, you're nuts. I was on the
phone with Randy when he died. - [Jessica] Uh-uh. I'm afraid not.

What he heard was
a tape recording of your voice from this battery powered player.

Besides giving you an alibi,
it locked Randy in one place, on the phone during the blackout.

- Allowing you to kill him.
- And to frame me.

[Jessica] You knew that
Greg took his medication sometime around 8:00.

And that's why the unexplained
blackouts always occurred during Mystery Book sessions.

You were rehearsing,
making sure it would work.

On the monitor, you saw
Greg leave the studio.

You got Randy on the phone,

put the cassette on the player...

and hit the switch.

You knew where the helmet was
and could easily reach it.

[Lieutenant] Yeah, and you brought
the steak knife that you took from Dalton's barbecue.

[Jessica]
With the helmet on, it was easy to go to Randy's office...

where you killed him.
[Groans]

It didn't matter that
he didn't die on the spot.

As it turned out,
it was to your advantage.

Yeah, he alibied you
on his deathbed.

[Jessica]
You dropped the knife behind the soda machine.

Then you returned here,
hid the tape,

placed your helmet in plain sight,

and switched
the lights back on.

Stoney and his musicians
had no idea you'd ever left.

Besides, how could they?
How could anybody see in the dark except for a blind man?

You're crazy.
You can't prove any of this.

My lawyer is gonna make sushi out of you.
Anybody could've rigged this board.

You got nothing on me!

Now I do not want you
to feel bad, ma'am,

because I will find a way
to make him confess.

[Jessica]
You did search him the night of the murder, didn't you?

Well, uh, yes.
Of course we did.

And you didn't find
the tape on him?

Well, no.

Well, then it's still got
to be here somewhere.

Jessica, how can we
ever thank you?

Well, you just get the series
lined up at another studio,

and then we will finish The Mystery
of the Mutilated Minion. [Car Honking]

- [Jessica] Oh, here's my ride.
- [Nancy] Lieutenant Faraday? - [Greg] Faraday? Is he smiling, I hope?

[Whistling]
[Jessica] Well, he does seem very pleased with himself.

[Laughing]
Well, I thought you'd like to know. I got Parker to confess.

He was the bootlegger,
all right. Ah, then you did find the tape.

Ten hours later.
If I never hear another guitar, it won't be too soon.

[Laughing]

Come on, Greg,
I think the lieutenant has something to say toJessica.

Thank you for everything.
Good bye.

Ciao, Jessica.

Please, ma'am.
[Coughs]

[Coughs] I, uh, I guess she was right.
You really did help us wrap this whole thing up.

Well, thank you, Lieutenant.
That's very nice of you. And you've taught me something.

As long as I live,
I will never again-

Yes, Lieutenant?

Underestimate the power
of women's intuition.

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