All language subtitles for MSW s06e07 Night of the Tarantula.eng

Obviously,
it's supposed to represent Adam.

(GROANS)

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Obeah is
the Jamaican form of voodoo, Mrs. Fletcher.

You swore to me

that he would
do as you told him and marry my daughter!

Obeah talking drums.

They talk of death.

And when the dying starts...

Let her go.

Adam is dead.

No!
The grave cannot have him.

(DRUMS BEATING)

(PEOPLE CHANTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(CHANTING STOPS)
Obi coming! Obi coming!

(DRUMMING INTENSIFIES)

(PEOPLE CHANTING)

(CHANTING STOPS)

(CHANTING BEGINS)

(CHANTING STOPS)

WILLIAMS:
Mother of darkness,

queen of all
who walk the night,

hear my prayer.

Grant that,

like the fly in the web,

so shall the chosen

remain in the faith.

(PEOPLE CHANTING)

(PEOPLE WAILING)

JESSICA:
Olivia, it's not possible!

Were we ever that young?

We were.

That summer you spent
with your cousin Emma in London.

Mmm-hmm.

How we ever survived
some of Emma's crazy pranks is beyond me.

Do you remember the night
that we rented a taxi

and drove all the way
to Blenheim Palace

to see Winston Churchill?

And we would have, too,

if he hadn't been off
in France or something.

You know,
I'm really sorry that she's not coming.

She was a little
vague about her reasons.

I hope she's all right.

Of course she was vague.

I had the same worry,
so I asked Harry to check up on her.

She's opening in a new
musical revue Tuesday.

But that's wonderful!
In the West End?

Blackpool Pier.

She'd die if we knew.

JESSICA: Mum's the word.

And how is Harry?

Oh!

Same as ever.
Hardnosed, opinionated,

difficult.

But he's gotten me through
20 long hard years

without Jack
and I love him for it.

And he never did marry?

I think raising
his brother's family was all he could handle.

Adam and Mark weren't easy.

I don't suppose I was,
either.

You still miss Jack?

Every now and then.

Mornings.

Evenings.

It's going to be
difficult for Harry now.

I don't quite know
what to do about it.

Difficult? Why?

Adam's 30th birthday party.

Oh, yeah.

That is the reason
you're here, Jessica.

Oh, yes, of course.

When Adam comes
into his inheritance,

he'll be in charge
of the plantation.

But Harry's not sure
he's ready.

At this very moment,
Harry is furious.

Adam's been in Kingston
on business

for the past three weeks
and virtually unreachable.

Harry can't imagine
what he's up to.

Well, at least
he'll be home this evening.

(CHUCKLES) Thank heavens.

If Adam misses
his own birthday party,

I'll never forgive him.

Olivia!

Oh, I beg your pardon.
Didn't mean to interrupt.

There's a totally
confused fellow

called Reggie
on the phone.

Wants to talk
to you about the party.

Reggie?

Oh, you must mean reggae,
not Reggie.

As in reggae music.

Oh, reggae, Reggie...

You'd have imagined
after all these years of being ruled by the British

that these people
would have learned to speak the Queen's English.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I've heard
the same complaints made about us Americans.

Well, Harry,

why don't you take
Jessica into the garden

while I finish up these
last-minute party plans?

Well,
now you're sure there's nothing I can do to help?

Oh, absolutely.
Go on.

Delighted to.

HARRY: Of course, the whole
thing was a complete jungle

after my brother died.

But I managed
to whip it into shape.

Now we grow
twice the crops that Jack did

and make
nearly twice the profit.

Well, it certainly sounds

as if Adam's gonna have
his work cut out for him,

taking charge of
a place like this.

No.

Adam has more
chance of becoming

King of England
then he has of running this place efficiently.

Oh, don't mistake me, Jessica.

Adam's a perfectly nice lad,

but he lacks the knowledge
and the discipline

to keep a place
like this going.

I'm sure some
hands-on experience will change all that.

Hmm, I wonder.

Just recently,
especially over the last three weeks,

my nephew
has spent more time off the job than on it.

Uncle Harry?

Oh, dear!

Don't tell me that
Adam has come home already?

No, I'm afraid not.

Jessica!

Oh, my!

This can't be Mark!

You know,
the last time I saw you,

you were a chubby faced
little boy

who couldn't keep
his clothes clean more than a minute.

Guess some things
never change.

I'm sorry
I wasn't awake when you got in last night.

Oh, don't be silly.

I imagine
working this place

entails some very early
morning hours.

Especially when
you're having to fight field rats

with an outdated poison.

Or when a thief makes off
with a prize mare

for want of a decent
security system.

The liquid tetrotoxin works

perfectly well as long
as it is properly applied.

And as for horse thieves,

any idiot knows that
the best security system

is a dog
chained in the stable.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Excuse me.

If only Mark had half
the brains of his brother

or that Adam had
half the willingness to work that Mark has.

Come along, I want you
to meet someone.

Well, hello, Mark.

Good morning, sir.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Good morning, Jean-Pierre.

You must be the lady writer
friend Mrs. Fletcher.

I am Jean-Pierre Dusant.

I am honored
and delighted to meet you.

Why, how very kind,
Mr. Dusant.

You'll have to forgive
Jean-Pierre. He's French.

Forgive him for what?

Good morning, Michelle.

Well, it's about time
someone remembered me.

Let me take that.

Ah. Michelle,

this is Olivia's friend,
Jessica Fletcher.

Mrs. Fletcher,
this is my daughter, Michelle.

Oh, how very nice
to meet you.

Welcome to Moss Hill.

I do hope
they put you in the Blue Room.

It has such a lovely view.

Oh, yes, it's charming.

Olivia asked
if she could borrow the crystal punch bowl.

Is she in?

In the kitchen,
going over tonight's menu.

Is that a new dress,
Michelle? Looks terrific.

Did you get it
in Kingston?

Every time
I see that punch bowl,

I remember the parties
my parents gave here.

Of course,
I was very young.

Oh?

Oh, the Dusants used
to own this plantation

until my father
drew a royal flush

against his father's
full house back in '46.

You mean
this entire estate was won in a card game?

Oh, yes. All except
the north 200 acres.

Fortunately,
those 200 acres are the richest in Jamaica.

Other planters have been
offering to buy me out for years.

And you've never
been tempted to sell?

Well, perhaps
I'm too romantic.

I don't know.

I dream of one day

my father's land
being reunited

perhaps in marriage,
eh, Harry?

It won't be long now,
Jean-Pierre.

Well,
from the look on his face,

I'm surprised that Mark
has waited this long.

Mark?

Oh, my dear Mrs. Fletcher,
not Mark.

No. Michelle is
going to marry Adam.

Oh, are they engaged?

Olivia didn't mention it.

Oh, well,
it isn't official yet,

but we've long
had an understanding, Jean-Pierre and myself.

(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, isn't it wonderful?

It's such
a unique blend of rhythms and sound.

The happy sound
of an happy people.

And why shouldn't
they be happy?

Everything they've got
has been given to them by men

who came here
and took control

and then really built
something here.

Perhaps we're happy
despite that.

Ah.

The representative
of the local press.

Hello, Harry.
Jean-Pierre.

George.

Have you met
Jessica Fletcher?

Mrs. Fletcher,
George Gordon.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Mr. Gordon,
did I understand that you're a reporter?

A reporter,
editor, typesetter.

Yes, he has a little
local weekly paper.

By yourself?

Oh, I admire
your initiative.

Some people
might say gall.

If you'll excuse me.

Well, Harry doesn't
seem to think much of the fourth estate.

Or of the people it serves.

Ah, that's the English.

But we French
think very little of empty glasses.

Please,
will you allow me?

I shall be right back.

He's a very charming man.

Jean-Pierre's manner,

like his property,
is very well cultivated.

That's one thing
I really missed on the mainland.

A sense of tradition,
of gentility.

And you've lived
in the States?

I resided
in Hollywood. Oh.

I could hardly
call it living.

I had this naive ambition

to become the first truly
successful black film entrepreneur.

I failed to realize

how little
the entrepreneurs already there

welcomed new competition.

But isn't that just
as true of Muncie, Indiana?

You may be right.

Don't misunderstand,

I don't regret
the experience.

I spent years
doing everything

from props and stunts
to special effects

and makeup on slash
and trash horror films.

The pay wasn't
bad, either, man.

But after a while,

I realized I was
just marking time.

It didn't count
for anything really.

That's when I decided
to come home

to Jamaica

where I might
make a difference.

And have you?

OLIVIA: Everyone!

Everyone, please.

Please,
may I have your attention?

Our lookout just called.
Adam's coming.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Everybody be quiet!
Lights!

(WHISPERING)
It's Adam all right.

Hello.

Is anybody home?

Mother?

Harry?

Hello!

ALL: Surprise!

ALL:
For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

Which nobody can deny

Happy birthday, darling.
Are you surprised?

Catatonic.
But my birthday's not until Wednesday.

We all know this,
but how else can we make it a surprise?

Excuse me.

Jessica! I don't
believe you're here!

And why not?

I wouldn't have missed
this surprise for the world.

I'm glad
because I have a little surprise of my own.

Oh?

I was going to prepare you
for this in private, Mother,

but I guess now
that's out of the question.

Prepare me for what?

Come on.

Mother, everyone,
this is Selina,

my wife.

JEAN-PIERRE:
It's a complete disgrace!

For years
you have promised me,

"Don't worry, be patient."

Adam will sow
what do you say, a few wild oats.

But in the end
you swore to me

that he would
do as you told him and marry my daughter!

Well, I'm not exactly happy
about it,

but this is no time
for recriminations.

He's right, Papa.

Your dream of bringing
the family's land together again is dead now,

and there's nothing
we can do.

Not necessarily.

But Adam is married, yes?

Adam is married, yes.
Mark is not.

And by the terms of the will,
Mark stands to inherit

a full one-third
of this plantation when he turns 30.

Marry Mark?
Oh, for God's sakes!

Well, why not?

It's obvious
he's in love with you.

What's obvious, Harry,

is that you want
those 200 acres of ours

and you don't care
how you get them.

Besides, if you think
I'd settle for being

number two around here,
think again.

This house was
promised to me, Harry, by you,

and I will
never forgive you

for letting it
be snatched away.

Then I would stop
throwing temper tantrums

and do something about it.

After all, who knows
what is on Adam's mind.

He may tire of the place.

He may decide to
take his newfound playmate off

and go and conquer
new worlds.

He may fall ill.

Or worse.

No, my dear.

Instead of stamping
my tiny foot,

I would consider
other possibilities.

I only wish
you'd had the chance to meet him.

He was very special,
Selina, very charming.

I guess
it runs in the family.

Why else would you
have eloped with me

after knowing me
only three weeks?

Well, maybe I knew
a good thing when I saw it.

I imagine that your family
must have been as surprised as we were.

Well, actually,
there's just my father.

Selina's mother died
the same year Dad did.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That must have been
very difficult for both of you.

Then your father
never remarried?

No, he couldn't.

I mean,
in my father's eyes,

my mother was
never really dead.

Perhaps the same way
you felt

about your late husband,
Mrs. Waverly.

You're so right.

And please, Selina,
call me Olivia.

Uncle Harry?

You wait here.

Where's Harry?
Why? What's wrong?

What is all this shouting?

I caught a tramp
making his way

through the wood
toward the house.

I'm no tramp, sir.

Poppy?

You know this man?

His name
is Calder Williams.

He's Selina's father.

Poppy,
what are you doing here?

I have come to
take you home, child.

No, Poppy,
this is my home now.

No.

Your home is with
the people, the faith.

Not with the blancs.

Can you not see
how they contaminate you?

Actually,

I think
it is we that have the pollution problem.

Keep your mouth shut,
Harry.

Come, Selina.
Don't disobey Poppy.

No, Poppy! Poppy, no!

I'm sorry you don't
approve, Mr. Williams,

but you can't
just take Selina.

She doesn't want to go.

She is my daughter.
She will do as I bid.

And you will come home now.

Let her go.

Much as I'd like to be
rid of the pair of you,

the idea of having to
ransom back this woman

with hard-earned Waverly
money does not appeal to me.

Let her go, Mr. Williams,

or I will put
a piece of lead in your black heart.

You whites are all the same.

If you can't buy it,
you think you can take it.

But there are some things
a bullet won't stop, Mr. Waverly.

Evil things

that I can invoke
to curse this house.

(RECITING INCANTATION
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

And when
the dying starts, man,

you won't just
let my daughter go.

You will beg me
to take her from you.

A wedding gift.

Go after him, Selina.
Talk to him.

I can't.
Not when he's like this.

Well, I'm not going
to be frightened by all this gibberish.

Adam, wait!

It's moving.

(FAINT CHANTING)

For God's sake, shoot it!

No!
It's only a little boa.

It'll help kill the rats.

I'll toss him
in the tool shed

till one of the men
can release him someplace.

Wait.

You can get rid of this, too.

Bloody mumbo-jumbo.

(DRUMS BEATING)

Livy. Livy,
are you all right?

What do they mean?

That's what
I'd like to know.

They're awfully close by.

If this is a joke,
I am not amused.

It's no joke.

Those are kimbanda kayas.

Obeah talking drums.

Yes?

Well, next time
your father wants to chat,

have him use the telephone.

We don't know her father's
behind this, Mark.

No?

Who else would be
playing those drums so no one can sleep?

What are they saying?

They talk of death.

Where's Harry?

He must be
a very sound sleeper.

Well, not usually.

Strange he hasn't
come out of his room.

Uncle Harry?

Uncle Harry, you in there?

Strange.

I saw him
go to bed at 11:30.

Is there another key
to this room?

Harry had the only one.

And it's still in the door.

Well, then, he's
gotta be in there.

How else could a door
be locked from the inside?

Harry, open the door.

We'll have to
break it down. Come on, Adam.

No, wait, wait, wait.
Just a minute. Just a minute.

Excuse me.

Where on earth
did you learn that?

I think it was
The Thin Man Returns.

Or maybe it was
Charlie Chan in Hong Kong.

(FAINT CHANTING)

OLIVIA: My God!

Harry.

This is all my fault.

If I hadn't married Adam,

his uncle
would still be alive.

No, that's total rubbish!

A death threat
is never total rubbish.

But isn't it obvious
that horrible snake strangled Harry?

Yeah, about that, Mr. Waverly.

You said that
earlier in the day,

you disposed of the snake.

In a plastic bag.

I put him out
in the tool shed.

Well, obviously,
someone's taken him

out of the shed,
hid it in Harry's bed,

the snake got hungry and...

Hungry?

Yeah,
a snake like that will only kill to eat.

Well, in that case,
wouldn't it only kill what it can eat?

What are you saying,
Jessica?

That whoever took the snake
killed Uncle Harry

and left the snake
to throw us off?

Well, that might explain
the faint bruise marks on his neck.

But the door
and all the windows were locked from the inside.

So no one could
have killed him

without unlocking
at least one of them.

No one human.

I'd like to think
that there's a more rational explanation.

Perhaps so.

But in any case,
the Kingston CIB

will surely want to
handle this themselves.

I've sealed off the bedroom
until I can report this

and get their help.

But you can be sure
we'll do everything humanly possible.

Let us hope it is enough.

Mrs. Fletcher! Good morning.

Good morning.

Find any gris-gris charms?
Maybe a few chicken bones?

Oh, I see
that news travels fast even without a newspaper.

Not news. Gossip.

I do try
to make a distinction.

What are you looking for?

Some other way
to get into that room.

Mmm. So maybe you can take
the curse off the curse?

And supposing you can't?

Well, what do you mean?

Obeah is
the Jamaican form of voodoo, Mrs. Fletcher.

I've seen some
of their pocomania rites.

I've seen
obi priests do things I still can't believe,

much less explain.

Oh, I have no doubt
of that, Mr. Gordon.

But I don't think that
voodoo had anything to do

with Harry's death.

Then how do you explain
the locked room, man?

Human killers
can't walk through walls.

Well, maybe they can

if the walls contain some
sort of secret passageway.

It's certainly possible.

Some of these
older places had them installed as escape routes

during slave revolts.

But have you
checked the room?

Unfortunately,
Sergeant Jones

sealed it off until
the CIB arrive sometime tomorrow.

Tomorrow?
That's a waste of an entire day!

Look, I'm no obi priest,

but perhaps a little push
from the press can persuade

Zac to open the door.

By all means, press on.

(GROANS)

Sorry, darling,

but I must go deep
to ease the pain.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought
you were alone.

Oh, Jessica.
No, it's okay. Come in, please.

Selina was just
giving me a massage

for a monster
of a migraine.

Oh, dear. I have some
aspirin if it'll help.

No!

I mean, it's really
nice of you to offer,

but he's already had
twice what he should have.

Besides, Selina swears
this special tea of hers

will knock it out
in no time.

Special tea?
Oh, it's nothing.

It's just some herbs
and some hot water.

If you'll excuse me,
I was just about to make some more.

She's really something,
isn't she?

She'd have to be

to stand up to
a man like her father.

Yes, well, we knew
her father would not agree

with the marriage.

I offered
to postpone until he got used to the idea,

but Selina
thought it best to make a clean break.

It never occurred to us
he would come after her like this,

much less
this voodoo nonsense.

Yes, your mother
is very worried.

I thought if I could
ease her mind,

I ought to try.

Adam,
is it possible that

there's some sort
of a secret passageway

in this house that
no one knows about?

Well, the house certainly
is old enough to have one.

Except for this room
and Uncle Harry's, which had to be rebuilt

after a fire destroyed them
in the '30s.

Still, I believe they used
the original plans.

So, if there are any
secret passageways,

wouldn't they be
in the blueprints?

Mmm.

Probably in
the bottom of some file

in the bottom of some box
down in the basement.

Aren't they always?
Almost always.

In fact, I believe Mark
had them out just yesterday

checking a support beam
or something.

And I believe
he put them in this cabinet.

Oh, that would be lucky.

Ah, yes. Here they are.

Now, let's see
what we've got.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

I'm sorry, Jessica,

but I just got
back from town to find the men aren't working.

Under the circumstances,

I felt the men
should have the day off.

During harvest?

We've got
a plantation to run.

We?

Oh, no, Mark.
I've got a plantation to run.

And I'm running it my way.

And what way is that,
Adam?

Straight into the ground?

That's enough!

It's bad enough
you have to argue in front of a guest,

but on today of all days.

I'm sorry, Jessica.

Oh, don't be silly.

Everyone's feeling
the strain of what happened.

Apparently so.

The Dusants have arrived
to pay their condolences.

I won't have a scene from
either of you. Is that clear?

I've invited them for lunch.

I had always hoped
to share this with Harry

in toast to
our families' future.

And now
it is only right that together we drink

to the splendid man
who has passed.

Mark,
would you do the honors?

It's a beautiful gesture,
Jean-Pierre.

Here, please.

Harry would not want tears.

Somehow it doesn't
seem right sitting in Harry's place.

You run the plantation
now, Adam.

You sit at
the head of the table.

The privilege comes
with the responsibility.

That's right, Adam.
It's only fitting.

JEAN-PIERRE: An angel, yes?

When we heard about Harry,
she insisted that we put aside our differences

and pay our respects.

Yes, this kind of thing
puts everything else in the proper perspective.

Exactly what she said.

"Papa," she said,

"Harry's death puts a new
perspective on everything."

And now,

a toast.

To Harry Waverly,
a fine man who is sadly missed.

This was so kind of you,
Jean-Pierre.

Mr. Waverly, sir.

I found this on the porch.
It has your name on it.

An obeah doll.

Obviously,
it's supposed to represent Adam.

Lovely.

Another present
from your father, Selina?

Leave her alone, Michelle!

It'll take hell of a lot
more than dolls to make...

(GROANS)

Adam!

(FAINT CHANTING)

How is he, Doctor?
Will he be all right?

I've given him the antidote.
The rest is up to Adam.

Antidote?

Forgive me, Doctor,
are you saying that Adam was poisoned?

The next few hours
will be crucial.

Adam will either recover
completely by then, or...

Well, let's keep
our thoughts positive.

But how could
he have been poisoned?

Something
he either ate or drank

was contaminated
with a substance called tetrotoxin.

That's rat poison.
Yes.

The only surprise
is the way Adam's body

began to fight
the poison right away,

as if some of
the helleborus antidote was already in his system.

It was.

Hellebore is one of the herbs

I used this morning
in the tea I made for Adam's migraine.

How fortunate

that you just happened
to give him that tea before he was poisoned.

DOCTOR: That tea may be
what saved his life.

May I see him?

Of course.
But, as I said, it may be hours

before his condition changes
one way or the other.

He'll want
his family there when he wakes up.

Well, there's no sense
in Jessica having to stay.

I'll run her home
and come back.

Oh, I'm fine, really.

No. No, Jessica,
Mark's right.

I'll phone the minute
there's any change.

All right.

Mrs. Fletcher!

I tried phoning you
at the house.

The maid told me
what happened.

How's your brother?

I wouldn't know.
I'm not the doctor.

Listen, I'm sorry to rush,
but I wanna run Jessica home

and get back
as soon as possible.

Let me take her.
Save you the trip, eh?

Well, now,
that's very kind, Mr. Gordon.

Now, look,
I'll be fine, Mark.

You stay here
where you're needed with your mother.

So,

do I hear what really
happened to Adam,

or would you rather
I believe the obi story I got from the maid?

What happened to Adam
was no more supernatural than rat poison.

Though someone went to
a great deal of trouble to make it look otherwise.

What are you saying?

That someone is deliberately
using the curse as a cover for murder?

All I'm saying
is that if they are,

well, the killing
may not have ended here.

George,
did you manage to get in touch

with Sergeant Jones about
opening up Harry's room?

I went to the station,

but Zac's out
beating the bushes for Calder Williams.

He probably thinks
that Selina's father is his best suspect.

Mmm,
and his most elusive.

There's just no room
for a secret passageway.

See? The space between
the walls of Harry's room

and the ones on
either side of it is much too narrow.

(SIGHING) Yes.
It certainly looks that way.

That's odd.

GEORGE: Wait.

These aren't the plans
for Harry's room.

These are for this room.
Yes. Yes, I know that.

But Harry's room is
directly above this room.

See?

Now look at the fireplace
in these prints.

So?

Now, look at the actual
fireplace here.

Oh, I see.

The fireplace in the plan
projects out from the wall,

but this one is
flush with the wall.

Exactly.

As if the walls
were brought out

to be flush
with the fireplace.

Now if the corresponding
walls in Harry's room

were built the same way...

Then we'd have enough room
for a secret passageway.

But even
if we have found the secret passageway,

that still
doesn't tell us who the killer is.

But your handkerchief does.

My handkerchief?

But unfortunately,
it's not the kind of proof that we need.

Who are you calling?

The clinic.

I want to check up on Adam.

Adam is dead?

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to
tell you over the phone.

But how?

He came to only once,

and then in so much pain

he didn't even
recognize us.

Then he was gone.

Jessica's there
with him now.

I couldn't bear
to leave him alone.

I'm so sorry.

I'll be all right, really.

It's Selina
I'm worried about.

MARK: Apparently, the shock
was too great for her.

She completely fell apart.

She kept saying
Adam wasn't really dead

and carrying on
until finally they had to sedate her.

Of course, we brought
her back here to the house.

But Sergeant Jones has called
and asked me to come back to the clinic.

Some kind of paperwork.

But with the maid gone,

and Selina in
the condition she's in,

I hate to impose,
but might you be able to stay

until we get back?

It shouldn't be long.

Of course.

You stay
as long as you like.

I will be here.

I will always be here.

Thank you.

Perhaps
you could start a fire in the hearth.

The house seems so chilly.

Come along, Mother.

SELINA: Adam?

Adam?

Selina, are you all right?

Of course.

But Adam is coming
and I must be here when he arrives.

Perhaps you'd better
go back upstairs and lie down for a while.

(FAINT CHANTING)

I must be here to let him in.

He's not coming back.

I'm sorry, Selina.

Adam is dead.

No!

The grave cannot have him.

He's mine.
He'll always be mine.

You do not know
what you are saying.

Here, please, let me
help you back upstairs.

Adam!

(CHANTING INTENSIFIES)

(SELINA SCREAMING)

It's impossible!

You're dead.
You're dead.

I'm warning you,
stay back or I'll shoot!

No!

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

What is this?
What's going on?

I'm sorry, Mr. Dusant,

but I'm afraid
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Harry Waverly

and for the attempted
murder of his nephew, Adam.

Attempted murder?

I don't understand.

I was told that Adam was...

Dead?

You don't really
believe in zombies, do you, Jean-Pierre?

JESSICA: "Following
his full confession, Sergeant Jones...

"Jean-Pierre was
taken into custody by the Kingston CIB."

Good.

It all seems
so impossible.

It would have been
if Adam hadn't survived the poison

Jean-Pierre
put in his wine.

But I still
don't understand

how you knew
it was Jean-Pierre.

Well, Mark could have done it

while he was
pouring the wine.

But the fact is
the person who poisoned Adam

had to have planted
the obi doll to make it

look like
part of the curse.

And, thanks to you,

I knew that that
person was Jean-Pierre.

Me?

Remember the handkerchief
that Jean-Pierre loaned you yesterday?

I noticed the faint black
and red smudges on it at the time.

But it wasn't
until George smudged his hand on the obi doll

and used his handkerchief
to wipe it off

that I made
the connection.

According to Sergeant Jones,

Jean-Pierre confessed
that he'd made the doll

and left it
at the back door.

And you were right about

how he administered
the poison.

He put the lethal dose
in Adam's glass

before the wine
was even opened,

knowing that
Adam would be seated at the head of the table.

What could he possibly have
hoped to gain by all this?

It seems Harry had
always promised Jean-Pierre

that Adam would marry Michelle

and bring
the Dusant lands together again under his grandchildren.

When that didn't happen,

Harry tried to fob
the Dusants off with Mark,

who would only inherit
one-third of the estate.

Unless he happened to
be the only living heir.

That obeah curse
must have seemed

just like the chance
that he needed.

He told Zac
all he had to do was steal the boa

and then wait
until Harry went to bed.

And then, when he knew
Harry was sleeping,

Jean-Pierre
slipped into the house

through the secret passageway
to Harry's bedroom.

It must have been easy.

Harry's sound asleep,
the room's safely locked.

When it was over,

Jean-Pierre put the snake
in Harry's bed

and came out
the same way he came in.

Through the secret passage.

Imagine,
living here all these years

and never knowing
about that passageway.

Jessica,
you're an absolute genius.

Oh, hardly.

All I knew was
there had to be

another way
into Harry's room.

And Jean-Pierre was
the one most likely to know

because he had
been living here at the time it was built.

The problem was proving
he knew about it.

I mean,
if it hadn't been for George's special effects,

we'd never have tricked
Jean-Pierre into using that passageway.

Some pale makeup,
some phony blood packets,

blanks in Harry's gun.

Any veteran of
Hollywood horror films

could easily have
done the same thing.

Well, what's amazing
to me is how close

I came to actually
believing in that curse.

Oh, it's easy to
let your imagination run away with you.

The fact is, Jean-Pierre
was counting on it.

You've both done more
than I can ever thank you for.

And I'll never forget it.

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