All language subtitles for MSW s04e15 Mourning Among the Wisterias.eng

Grace Banfield is finally going
to make an honest man out of you.

- The bride I had in mind is you.
- [Woman] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

- [Gunshots]
- Well, unless I'm mistaken,

your lawyer was murdered here
last night.

Women in the South
are rarely starved for sex.

I wouldn't know. I'm from Maine.

Well, just how far would you go?

- Oh!
- Jessica has agreed to be my bride.

I want you all to be my bridesmaids.

[Rattling]

[Man]
"I've often wondered what it really means to love.

"I pride myself
on knowing how to please,

"but I never compromised myself
for someone else.

"Never risked all.

"In the end, you arrive
at the same place...

no matter what you risk."

Jason leaves the room.

Marguerite walks
to the window and stares out, looking into the street.

She turns,

stares at the phone...

begins to dial.

Marguerite hears Buddy's voice
and begins to cry.

"Buddy,"she whispers,

"It's Marguerite."

[Man Continues, Indistinct]

Crystal, honey,
get away from that window and come on back over here.

Mmm. Todd, it's too hot.

Anyway, I'm listening
to Eugene's new play.

Come on back over here
and comfort your new husband.

Remember how magical and cool
it was in Venice on our honeymoon?

Why can't we go away
someplace cool again, just for a few weeks?

Crystal, honey,
I've only been atJonathan's law firm a couple of months.

Besides, we don't have any money.

Well, why don't you just ask
your Uncle Eugene for some?

[Chuckling]
He's got more money than he'll ever need,

and you know he would
never refuse you anything.

You know, there are other ways
of getting money besides begging for it.

Rawlie exits.

Marguerite fights back the tears,
picks up her suitcase and starts off.

The phone begins to ring.

She turns, hesitates.

Finally she throws back her shoulders
and walks off.

Curtain down.

Well?
Well, I, uh-

It's beautiful, of course,
but, uh, so sad.

"Sad"? My dearJessica,
it's downright miserable.

If they want happy endings,
let 'em go to the movies.

It's art, Jessica.
It has to end badly.

[Coughs]

Oh, Deidre, darlin'.

Why don't you come out here,
where we can all...

see you eavesdropping?

[Laughs]
I was just passing by, Eugene-

Looking for a breath of air.

All this rain we've been having
makes the humidity unbearable.

Is there a juicy part in it
for me, Jessica?

I'd say it was every bit as good
as the part that you played in The Somber Twilight.

Ah-

643 performances at the Schubert.

I got so many flowers I was in danger
of developing allergies. [Laughs]

You haven't been in that kind
of danger for years, my dear.

I declare, if Eugene has written
another play for me,

why is he being so cruel
as to not let me read it?

Why are you so sure it's for you?

You don't even know what it's about.

I'm sure it's about another one
of your sex-starved Southern women,

but from what I've observed,

women in the South
are rarely starved for sex.

Well, I wouldn't know.
I'm from Maine. [Laughs]

Whatever you wrote, Eugene,
I just know I'm right for it.

Hmm. I haven't the heart
to tell her...

Marguerite is a girl
of 25.

I can still play 25, Eugene.

My goodness, Todd.

I would imagine that every actress
in New York will be just begging...

for the lead
in Uncle Eugene's new play.

I might kill for a good part,

but I'd never beg.

Well! Hello, all.

Oh, Jessica, I hope
you're enjoying your visit. Oh, very much-

Although I still haven't figured out
why Eugene was so insistent that I come.

Well, I told you, Jessica.
I wanted your opinion of my new play.

Well, he could have had that
by sending me a copy.

Why is it that in women
I admire...

I only inspire suspicion?
[Jessica Laughs]

Sit down over here, Jessica.
All right.

All right.

I think you're looking
a bit better today, Uncle Eugene.

Todd, boy, don't patronize me.

I look like 10 miles of bad road,
and I know it.

[Groans]
I may have-

I may have overdone it a bit.

L- Fetch me a sip of bourbon.

Oh, Uncle Eugene, you know...

what the doctor said.
That man's a sadist.

He only knows
about needles, scalpels...

and disgusting intrusions
into the body.

You know, I think Crystal's
right, Uncle Eugene.

Just because you got a fancy law degree-
which I bought and paid for-

it don't make you
my nursemaid, son.

Now get me a glass,
and bring another bottle.

Don't you think you're being
a little hard on him?

I've given that boy everything,
Jessica.

I took him in when his parents died.
I raised him as my own.

I bought him the right clothes,
the right schools.

He'll get everything when I go.

But damn it, he has no spine.

He right about the drinking, you know.

[Horn Honks]
Aha!

Must be Arnold and Jonathan.

Arnold Goldman?
You didn't tell me that Arnold was coming.

Well, of course.
Who else would produce the new play?

Welcome to Thorncreek,
Mr. Arnold.

Lord knows it's been too long.

Yeah, five years, Ola Mae,
since the last play.

You don't look a day older.

- Has Eugene been behaving himself?
- Not so's I've noticed.

Well, nothing like a new play
by Eugene McClenden...

to bring the mountain
to Muhammad.

Eugene!

[Chuckling]
Jessica! Well!

Nobody told me
you'd be here.

Well, it was a command performance.

But Eugene hasn't told me
what my motivation is yet.

Oh! [Chuckles]
Eugene, it sure is nice to be working with you again.

You, uh, trimmed down
since the last time I saw you.

He doesn't eat enough
to keep a bird alive.

Wages of sin, Arnold-
and the price of great art.

I've been explaining to Mr. Goldman
that the price has gone up.

[Arnold]
Yeah, we are gonna have to talk.

The numbers that
Jonathan has set down really don't make any sense.

I don't know if you've been there lately,
but there's a cold wind blowing down old Broadway.

Yes, well, if you gentlemen
are going to talk business,

I'm going to finish up
some unpacking.

Seems to me you did well enough
with Somber Twilight...

to see you through three flops...

and a revival that closed
before they handed you your Tony award.

Huh?
But this play is gonna take over a million dollars.

I mean, you got 14 speaking parts.
You have seven major sets.

Nobody's putting a gun
to your head, Goldman.

If you've decided
to take a pass on this one, Eugene and I will understand.

Now look.
I want to produce this play, all right?

But we've got to come
to some kind of understanding.

Gentlemen, before the weekend is over,

I'm sure we'll all come
to a better... understanding...

about a lot of things.

Did you bring anything suitable
for a quiet family nuptial ceremony?

You old fox!

Is that why you summoned me
all the way down here?

Grace Banfield is finally going
to make an honest man out of you.

Well, Grace and I are friends,

but her attention span
is a little short-

Especially when there's something
in the vicinity wearing pants.

No, the, uh-

the bride I had in mind is you,
Jessica.

Eugene, stick to drama.

I don't think that comedy
is your long suit.

I haven't got time
to do this right.

Oh, I could write you
a pretty speech about love-

whatever that is-

but I respect you, admire you,

and what's even more important,
I need you desperately.

Eugene, please.

Hear me out at least.

What I have in mind
is a marriage of convenience.

Believe me,
wouldn't be for long.

[Chuckles]
Your adventures with women...

have been legend
on three continents.

Not one of them has ever been able
to get you near an altar.

Why now? Why me?

Because I'm dying, Jessica.

Oh, Eugene, please tell me
you're being overdramatic. Look at me.

Don't pretend you haven't
noticed how I've changed.

But what do the doctors say?

Bugger the doctors.

You know the life I've lived.

Could be my liver's pickled,
kidney's turned to stone,

malignant cells
multiplying feverishly in my stomach-

But surely there must be something
that can be done.

Exploratory surgery?

You keep the old vegetable alive
for another six months...

just to watch him twitch.

No.
John Barleycorn will see me across the River Styx.

Jessica,

what I want...

is a legal wife who'll survive me.

You're my only hope.

It's about your play, isn't it?

You know, I'll be long gone
before it opens.

I want you to oversee the rehearsals,

do any little rewrites that,
you know, might be required.

Make sure...

that Arnold doesn't turn it into
a musical on roller skates.

As my widow and heir,
you'll have all powers.

But what about Todd?

Jessica,

let me tell you about dying.

You see the bottom of the cup-
the dregs.

Todd is a mere boy.

Hasn't the faintest idea
what my work's about.

Married to a girl with air in her head
and fire in her drawers...

who can't wait to become...

a rich Savannah matron.

And there's Arnold.
And Jonathan.

Jonathan? Oh, yes.

My lifelong friend
and business manager...

has been robbing me blind
for years.

Oh, I didn't really care,
but Grace looked into it for me,

and, well, Jonathan's
getting downright bold.

Gotta call him on it.

[Crystal]
Oh, that was a scrumptious dinner, Ola Mae.

I don't know why I bother to cook.

Mr. Eugene hardly ate
more than a mouthful.

It's just this heat
and humidity.

Why don't you go on to bed?
I'll go fix some more of my fresh fruit cocktails.

Try to get some
nourishment in him.

Don't you make a mess
in my kitchen. Ola Mae!

[Clock Chiming]

Whoo! Not a breath
of air stirring anywhere.

Now-

The way I see Marguerite-

She's a woman
with a little more maturity-

A girl who's...
seen something of life.

Suffered.

Deidre, uh-

I think Eugene sees her
a little younger.

Arnold, you're the producer.

- I mean, it's your money on the line.
- Yeah.

He'll listen to you.
Yeah. That idiotJonathan-

If he keeps jacking up the price,
there may not be any production, as far as I'm concerned.

Arnold, you and I...

have always had a very close
working relationship.

Yeah.
Now, you just convince Eugene.

Let me take care ofJonathan.

Deidre- My dear Deidre.

Now, just how far would you go...

for a part like this?

Why don't we take a stroll
out on the veranda?

Might be a little cooler there.

[Jonathan]
I'm telling you, Eugene,

everybody in New York'll
be bidding on this.

And for your information,
your buddy Arnold Goldman...

gave us a royal screwing
on Somber Twilight.

I mean, a lot of cash just vanished
between the cracks,

if you know what I mean.

So you keep telling me,
Jonathan.

I think, since Arnold's here,

we all ought to sit down
and go into that.

Todd, boy, why don't you
freshen up our drinks?

My drink's just fine, Uncle Eugene.
Thank you.

Uh, well, I'm ready for another one.

Todd, I understand
that you're working in Jonathan's law office now.

Do you find it interesting?
Oh, yes, ma'am. Very interesting. Very interesting.

I mean, a man can learn a lot...

by keeping his eye
on old Jonathan. [Groans]

Eugene, what is it?

Nothin'. Nothin'.
Just a-Just a little indigestion.

[Groans]
Jessica, would you...

go see if Ola Mae
has a touch of bicarb?

Oh, yes.
You rest here, and I'll be right back.

You know something, Uncle Eugene?

You really ought to take
better care of yourself.

[Crystal]
Let me go!

Oh!

I didn't realize anyone was in here.

Oh, uh, Crystal seems to have
broken a glass.

I'm afraid she was a little careless.

Jonathan has apparently
misunderstood something.

On the contrary, my dear.

My understanding of things
has been greatly improved.

I'm sure that man is capable
of twisting anything into the most vicious lie.

- Uh, well, here.
Let me help you clean up this glass. - I'll do it.

Thank you, Jessica.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to be alone for a moment. Yes.

[Glass Crunching]

[Groans]

You hardly ate a bite
during supper, Uncle Eugene.

May I fix you something
before I retire?

No, thanks.
I don't care for anything.

Thank you all the same.
[Knocking]

Eugene? I wonder if I could
have a word with you- privately.

Whatever you have to say,
it'll wait till morning.

Now clear out, both of you.
Let a man get some rest.

Good night, Uncle Eugene.

[Gunshots]

Todd?
What the hell was that?

It sounded like shots.
Wait here. I'm gonna go check it out.

Wait for me.
I'm not staying here alone.

Where's Eugene?

[Arnold]
Eugene! [Eugene] In here.

[Arnold]
No.

[Doorbell Rings]

[Ola Mae]
Captain Thorn.

Ola Mae.

Jonathan Keeler, huh?

Up in the Garden Room,
Captain Thorn.

I wonder if you'd be kind enough
to make some coffee. Perhaps you'd make a lot.

I'm expecting some
of my people here in a few minutes.

Already got it perkin'.

I'm Jessica Fletcher,
a guest of Mr. McClenden.

Everyone else is upstairs
getting dressed.

Walker Thorn, ma'am.

Captain.
As in police?

Homicide Division.

Can I be of any help?
Show you where he is?

I think I can find it.

I'd like to talk to everybody...

after I've had a look.

♪♪ [Tinkling]

Everything is just as we found it.

That window closed?
Yes.

It's odd, isn't it?

Captain Thorn,
would there be a connection?

I mean, Thorncreek?

My father was born in this room.

Ah.

And your family sold
the property to Eugene?

Well, I'm not sure "sold"
is the right word, ma'am.

The lateJonathan Keeler called in
some notes he was holding.

Thorncreek went lock,
stock and barrel-

pictures on the walls,
spoons in the sideboard.

I expect he made a handsome profit
when he sold it to Eugene.

I'm- I'm sorry.

Strangely fitting.

My daddy born here, the man
who swindled him murdered here.

Now, if I've got this right,

everybody was in bed asleep
when the shots were fired.

I was, Inspector.
[Clears Throat]

Todd and I were in bed,
but we weren't actually sleeping.

Crystal, honey, I don't think
Captain Thorn here needs to know every little detail.

So you two can vouch for each other?
Conjugal alibi, is that it?

Look, Thorn,
I'm an attorney, all right? You want a precise answer?

I was in bed. Crystal was in the bathroom.
We both heard the shots.

And when you entered
Jonathan's room, you found Eugene holding the gun?

Damn it, Thorn. A man hears shots
in the middle of the night in his own house,

so he goes to investigate armed.
Yes.

You have a whole collection on display
in a handsome cabinet in your room.

Isn't that right?
[Eugene] All legally registered.

Uh-huh.
And what happened to that gun?

I put it back...

in the cabinet.

Is this the gun he was holding?

- Yes, that's-That's it.
- It looks like it to me.

Eugene, I found this gun
in your cabinet, recently fired-

two rounds.
You're saying...

I killed him?

I'm just trying to sort out
what happened, Eugene.

All right, wait a minute.

I had the Colt.
That's the Smith & Wesson.

Captain Thorn, everybody
was a little upset at the sight of Mr. Keeler's body.

I doubt if anyone looked
that closely at Eugene's gun.

Well, all.38 revolvers look
pretty much alike.

Well, I think that
just about covers it... for tonight.

I suggest nobody leave town
without checking with me.

[Eugene]
Thorn's obviously got a grudge against me, Jessica.

His family ran this place
into the ground.

Now he's sore 'cause I own it.

Eugene, I'm afraid
it's much more than envy.

I mean, there was
the business of the gun,

You told him yourself
thatJonathan was stealing from you.

I mean, some people might take that
as a pretty good motive.

Oh, hogwash.

Strange part of it is, Jonathan
stopped in here last night.

Wanted to talk.

Did he happen to mention Crystal?

Crystal? Uh, no.

Well, she was here.
She was fussin' over me.

I got the feeling...

thatJonathan knew I was onto him,

and he was gonna try
to smooth talk me out of it.

I just wasn't up to it.

Anyway, that's the least
of my worries.

Now, what is your answer
to my proposition?

I would ignore his propositions
if I were you, uh-

Jessica, isn't it?
Yes, Grace.

Jessica Fletcher.
We met last year in Atlanta.

I declare, Eugene.
You must be feelin' better.

I've only been gone a week
and I come back to discover...

another woman in your bedroom.

Back already, Grace,
from Atlanta?

Bad news travels fast.

You didn't shoot him,
did you, Eugene?

I can't say I'd blame you if you did,
the way he's been stealing...

behind your back.

Jessica, Grace is the one who
first put me wise to old Jonathan.

Seems he's been playing fast and loose
with her investments too.

I could scarcely believe it.
I mean, Jonathan is from such a good family.

What on earth is that
on your tray?

Oh, I fixed Eugene a couple
of poached eggs.

He seemed to be having trouble
getting anything down.

Well, no wonder.
You tell Ola Mae to fry up some ham and grits,

and while you're at it, would you
ask her to bring my bags up here, please?

Uh, Jessica, if you'd be so kind,

would you tell Ola Mae
to put Grace's bags...

in the Magnolia Room?
Oh, yes, of course.

Sit down, Grace.

I think it's time
we had a little talk.

Morning, Deidre.

I don't suppose you'd like some
lukewarm poached eggs, would you?

Couldn't choke down a bite.

Coffee?
Oh, thanks.

Isn't that horrible
about poorJonathan? Oh, yes.

Oh! Those wretched ants again.

I don't know why Ola Mae
doesn't do something about them.

I may be able to play
a Southern belle,

but I've never gotten
used to the little beasties...

that thrive in this climate.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Crystal, honey, where is that
handsome young husband of yours this morning?

I need a word with him.

I just saw him out on the veranda,
talking with Arnold.

I think I'll have my coffee
out there with them.

Jessica-

I think I owe you an explanation
about last night.

Only if it'll make you feel better.

It's very important
that Todd be a success...

in his new position
in Jonathan's firm,

and apparently,

Jonathan misunderstood
my interest in advancing Todd's career.

Jonathan tried to exchange
one advance for another?

I feel dreadful about it.

Especially now that
that poor man is dead.

Now, I have not told Todd
aboutJonathan's...

behavior,

and I would appreciate it
if you did not either.

Oh, of course not.

Sometimes what husbands don't know
is very good for them.

Oh, I knew you would understand.
[Chuckles]

And if Todd didn't know,

then no one could think
that he'd have any reason to resentJonathan, could they?

I think I could agree
on these figures, Arnold.

After all, I'm not
as greedy as Jonathan was.

Oh, well, Todd, if, uh-
if you can manage...

to make Eugene see it our way-

Well, considering Uncle Eugene's
failing health,

I doubt whether he's gonna want
to waste his energies...

on some trifling business details.
Mm-hmm.

I think we'll enjoy
doing business together.

Oh.

Do you trust that little lizard?
"Trust"?

Deidre. Trust-
That's rarely the basis of a sound business arrangement.

Why, Arnold, I do believe
New York has made you cynical.

I have implicit confidence
in your promise...

that my name
will be there in lights...

when Eugene's new play opens.

Well, that's because our agreement
is based one something much more reliable than trust.

Eugene, our lab report
definitely establishes your gun as the murder weapon.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you
to come down to headquarters...

for fingerprinting and questioning.
Are you out of your mind?

This is Eugene McClenden,

winner of the Pulitzer Prize
for drama.

Ma'am, I don't care
ifhe won the Nobel Peace Prize.

He's gonna have to come along
like any other citizen.

You got a warrant, Thorn?

I could easily get one,
if you insist.

I do insist.

And then I'll get my lawyer
to sue your butt off...

for false arrest.

Well, unless I'm mistaken,
your lawyer was murdered here last night with your gun,

and by your own admission,
you had a pretty good reason to pull the trigger.

- Why-
[Groans] - Eugene?

[Groaning]

Oh!

My God! Is he dead?

[Jonathan]
No, I'm not going to any hospital.

[Chuckling]
There's nothing wrong with me but a little indigestion-

Probably that ham and grits
I had for breakfast.

Eugene, for heaven's sakes,
be sensible.

They're just routine tests, Eugene.

We don't find anything wrong,
you'll be out in a few days.

All right, now you
get this straight, Gordon.

You're not getting
your hooks into me.

There's nothing wrong with me.
I'm fine. No hospital!

Instead of Marguerite hustling drinks
in some tacky little roadside bar-

I mean, it's so drab.
It's a downer, right?

I thought maybe she works
in a funky little jazz joint in New Orleans.

I love it!
And maybe she sings.

Well, that'd brighten it up a bit.
Yeah. Oh, some of that dialogue I've got-

Talk about boring.
Oh, yeah, yeah.

I could get a lot of that
across with my music.

That'd cost. But what the hell?
We could lose three or four speaking parts.

But would Eugene go for it?

Deidre, darling, Eu-

Eugene is not a well man.

I don't even think
we should bring it up now.

You think he might
have something, uh,

you know, terminal?

Oh, it hurts me
to even think about it.

But let's face it though,
by the time we get into production-

Here. We can lose this too.

Dr. Church, shouldn't he be
in the hospital?

I wouldn't be too concerned.
Probably something he ate.

Yes, well, he looks
absolutely dreadful,

and he seems to be convinced
that he doesn't have long to live.

I'll make some routine tests
of these samples.

If it's anything serious,
we'll pick it up.

Thank you.

Well, Doctor,
is he gonna live?

Probably indigestion.
Hmm.

Captain.
Mrs. Fletcher.

[Groans]

You still here, Thorn?

I thought I told you
to get off my property.

There's still a little matter
ofJonathan Keeler's murder, Eugene.

I'm a sick man, Thorn.

I'm under a doctor's care.

Let me die in peace.

Now, we've been doing a little checking
intoJonathan's financial affairs.

It seems he had his hand
in the cookie jar- clear up to the armpit.

[Jessica]
Captain Thorn, Eugene already told you that.

Let me tell you something, Thorn.

I don't give a diddly squat
what you think or what you do.

You wanna arrest me? Fine!

I'll be dead and buried
before this damn thing ever gets to trial.

Now, unless you've got a warrant,
get the hell out of here.

Surely Eugene wasn't
the only one thatJonathan Keeler was stealing from.

I mean, I understand
that Grace Banfield had lost some money too.

That's right, ma'am.

I talked to her accountant.

Seems like she had
a big meeting with him about that yesterday.

Here, in Savannah?
That was my understanding.

Well, that's odd.

I'm sure that she told Eugene
that she'd been in Atlanta for a week,

and than she only came up here
this morning.

Hmm? She wasn't here
last night, was she?

Well, no, but you know,
there was something odd about those shots last night.

I know sometimes sound has a way
of playing tricks on you,

but when I first heard those shots,

I was under the impression
that they were fired from outside the house.

I mean, in that heat,
every window in the place was open.

All but the window
in Jonathan's room.

You're suggesting that someone
might have fired those shots from the outside...

and then closed the window.
Well, at least it's a possibility,

which means-

You know, for a Yankee,
you don't miss much, ma'am.

Jonathan wasn't stealing
from you, too, was he?

[Chuckles]
Fortunately, I only met him yesterday.

Well, I have work to do. Ma'am.

Excuse me, Mrs. Fletcher.

Was that Captain Thorn leaving?

Yes. You could still catch him,
if you hurry.

Oh, I guess it can wait,

but I'd really like
to get a receipt.

- A receipt?
- For that comforter from the Garden Room.

Oh, the room
that Mr. Keeler was shot in?

I don't remember seeing
any comforter there, Ola Mae.

Oh, it was there, all right.
Been there for 25 years.

Goose down.
Handmade by Captain Thorn's mama.

The police must have taken it along
for evidence or something.

Oh, I'm sorry.
He didn't mention anything to me about it.

Oh. Well, maybe he didn't think
it was any of your business.

Todd, honey.

You will never believe
what I just heard from Grace.

Her engagement to Eugene?

Well, it's off.

Crystal, honey, "off"?
Uncle Eugene and Crystal were never engaged.

Well, never formally, no,
but I thought they had an understanding.

Anyway, Grace said...

that Eugene had made
other plans.

Now, what do you suppose
that means?

Crystal, honey,
Uncle Eugene's a very sick man.

He's not gonna marry anyone.

- But the doctor said-
- Uncle Eugene doesn't tell that doctor anything.

You mean that poor, dear man-
He's lived...

a very full life.
Oh.

Oh, Todd.

What is that you're studying
so intensely?

Well, it's a copy
of Uncle Eugene's will.

Hmm.
Got it out ofJonathan's files this morning.

Except for a few odds and ends,
it, uh, all goes to me.

[Blows Nose Loudly]

Eugene, you, uh-
You've always been like a brother to me, and l-l-l-

I just can't accept this-
I won't. Spare me the histrionics.

The doctors-
They can work miracles nowadays.

Forget the doctors.
Just listen.

Nobody else can do the play.

You work the money out with Todd.
About money, he's smart.

Eugene, come on.
Let's not talk about money at a time like this.

About Deidre,
she's not only too old to play Marguerite,

she's wrong for the part.

You know, she even tried to-
She snuck this in to me by way of a bribe.

But the part just calls
for somebody younger.

I've already talked
to Debra Winger's agent.

You always knew how
to handle Deidre,

so find a way to, you know,
break it to her easy.

I don't wanna deal with it.

I'll- I'll find a way
to tell her somehow.

Promise me one thing.
Yeah?

You won't change a line.

Not a word.

Arsenic base.

Best thing I've found
for those ants.

Works on aphids too.

And it goes a lot further
than those spray cans.

Ola Mae, where do you
usually keep this?

Here in the drawer.

If you find any little creepy-crawlies
up in your room,

you just let me know.

[Jessica]
Dr. Church? This is Jessica Fletcher at Thorncreek.

Those specimens of Eugene's-

Of course, I can't be positive,
but if you could run a special test for arsenic poisoning.

Somebody's poisoning me?

Somebody here?
In my own house?

Unless, of course, you're doing it
to yourself out of meanness. [Groans]

You see, the beauty
of arsenic poisoning is,

administered in low doses
over a long period of time,

it takes on the characteristics
of a dozen other illnesses,

and unless someone specifically
thinks to test for it-

So how come I'm not dead already?

Because the doses were very small.

Now, the victim goes
into a decline-

even doctors are often fooled by this-

and then the fatal dose
is administered.

And old Dr. Church writes it up
as a heart attack.

What I still haven't quite
been able to put together is:

What has all this got to do
with Jonathan's murder?

Maybe nothing.

Or maybe it was Jonathan
who was slipping a few drops of arsenic into your bourbon, Eugene.

Was that it?
Did you catch him at it?

Uh-uh!

Captain Thorn, did you or your men
remove a down comforter from Jonathan's room?

No. There was no comforter in there.

I don't remember it either.

Someone must have removed it.

Why would somebody
steal a comforter? It's been hot as hell lately.

Very possibly
to conceal powder burns-

or two bullet holes.

You remember I told you
I thought that the first two shots came from outside the house?

Go ahead.

Well, what if the shots
that we heard...

weren't the shots
that killed Jonathan?

I mean, what if someone
slipped intoJonathan's room-

with one of Eugene's guns-

wrapped the gun up
inside the down comforter...

to muffle the sound-

And then fired two more shots
from the outside.

That would be very difficult
to prove...

after the fact.

Unless something happened...

to force the killer's hand.

[Clock Chiming]

Here you are, Crystal.
Thank you.

Well, I declare.
Look who's up and about.

Eugene! My goodness.
You do look so much better.

Nothing wrong with old Eugene
that a touch of bourbon and branch won't cure.

[Chuckles]
'Fraid I have to pass. Doctor's orders.

Eugene not taking a drink?

Next think you know,
he'll be out jogging.

[Todd]
Uncle Eugene, Ola Mae's made your favorite for dinner-

lamb, homemade mint jelly.

Actually, I won't be joining you
for dinner tonight.

I'm having a quiet supper
in my room... with Jessica.

We have a great deal
to discuss.

But I did want to share
with all of you...

one of the happiest moments
of my life.

Jessica has agreed
to be my bride.

Oh!
Well!

Why-
[Laughs] Why, Jessica!

How wonderful!

Oh, my head is in such a whirl
I hardly know what to say.

My goodness.

Well, another wedding
at Thorncreek. How exciting.

[Jessica]
I know we're behaving like a couple of impetuous youngsters,

but Eugene has managed
to sweep away all my silly doubts and reservations.

Now, the wedding is to take place
in the near future?

Don't wanna give
this Yankee enchantress time to change her mind.

Tomorrow afternoon,
right here in Thorncreek.

We've already filed
the necessary papers.

Uh, but Uncle Eugene,
what about Captain Thorn and all the charges?

[Eugene]
That's part of my strategy, son.

Thorn hasn't filed any charges yet.

And Jessica and I will be leaving
right after the ceremony...

for an extended holiday abroad.

Which reminds me,
I'd like to go over some legal matters...

with you in the morning.

Do you think you could find
a copy of my old will?

Well, yes.
[Chuckles] Yes, I'm sure that, uh-

I'm sure that poorJonathan
left one somewhere.

[Laughs]
I know that this is dreadfully short notice-

and, of course, it'll have
to be a very informal wedding-

but I want you all
to be my bridesmaids.

Come along, Jessica.

We have plans to make.

You all enjoy dinner.

Uncle Eugene.

Uh-huh?

Crystal.

You were groaning in your sleep.

You having a bad dream?

Yeah. Maybe I was.

Well, I brought you a little something
to help you sleep.

Oh.

Three fingers of bourbon.

You won't have any more bad dreams.

- Why don't you drink it, Crystal, honey?
- What?

Not thirsty?

No bad dreams of your own
to wash away?

You give me that glass, Eugene.
No.

I think I'll save it-

for Captain Thorn.

How'd you know it was Crystal?

Well, I couldn't be positive of course,
but I knew that it was tied up someway toJonathan's murder.

You see, it occurred to me
thatJonathan might have been killed...

because he'd found out
that she was poisoning you.

There's not a shred of evidence
to support that fanciful notion, Mrs. Fletcher.

I thinkJonathan knew
too much for his own good.

Jonathan knew and he never told me?

Well, I don't think
he ever got a chance.

Remember you told me
that he wanted to talk to you that night?

And I told him
to wait till morning.

I couldn't help remembering something
that I'd seen that night in the kitchen.

A glass had been smashed.
Jonathan had Crystal by the wrist.

I think thatJonathan must have
discovered her putting ant poison into Eugene's drink.

Oh, Jonathan had made
an embarrassing advance. So you wanted me to believe,

but you refused to let me help you
clean up the broken glass-

perhaps because of what had been
in that glass.

[Crystal]
Well, I could not have shotJonathan.

We all heard the shots.
Todd will tell you we were in bed together.

Actually, he said that you
were in the bathroom.

Now, uh, just a minute, ma'am.
What difference would that make?

Well, the shots we heard
weren't the ones that killed Jonathan.

I suspect that what she did was this.

Knowing that she had to deal
with Jonathan before he had a chance to tell anyone,

she waited until she thought
everyone was asleep.

She took a gun
from Eugene's room, and crept intoJonathan's room.

She closed the window
and wrapped the gun in a down comforter...

to muffle the sound
of the shots.

She probably hid the comforter somewhere
until she could dispose of it the next morning,

and then she returned
to her own room, where Todd was probably asleep.

I imagine the shots we heard
were fired harmlessly out of a window-

which put her
in the bedroom with Todd...

at the time thatJonathan
was apparently shot.

During the confusion,
Crystal had plenty of time...

to return the gun to Eugene's room
where Captain Thorn found it.

Jonathan had made...

unseemly advances...

on more than one occasion.

I didn't mind killing him at all.

But Uncle Eugene,

I want you to know that it took...

all the courage I could muster.

Crystal.

Why?

Well, for the money, of course.

But l-

I've always treated Todd and you
with great generosity.

Oh, yes, you...

Iorded your generosity
over my husband.

He has choked... on your kindness,
Uncle Eugene.

Oh, you made him son and heir,

then kept him dangling
on a paltry little allowance.

And I don't think we should
have to wait forever...

for what is rightfully ours.

We have a position in society
to maintain.

[Eugene]
Dr. Church tells me I ought to be back to my old self in a few weeks.

Good. I still think
you should get a second opinion.

[Chuckles]
I'm really annoyed at you, Jessica.

Mmm. Spurnin' my offer
of matrimony.

Well, think of it
as a very short engagement. Well, you were right.

It sure worked.

Poor Todd.
I'm gonna have to rebuild some bridges there.

Eugene, I heard typing
in your bedroom this morning.

Are you rewriting?

Matter of fact,
I've started a new play.

Oh, that's very exciting.
What is this one about? Same old thing-

[Chuckles]
My nearest and dearest friends.

Whatever would I do without them?

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