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- Hi Professor Maxwell.

- Hi!

- Hi!

- Hi Rona.

[moody music]

Whoa!

Stuart? It came.

A letter of recommendation from Dr. Amundsen.

He loved all your articles.

The Dean of the Princeton School of Architecture my friend.

If that doesn't get you tenure, I don't know what will.

- Do you think this is enough to convince

the other two members of the committee?

- When they see the list of recommendations

that you've got and the list of journals

you've been published in

they can't turn you down.

I want to have copies printed up.

- You're not gonna have lunch?

- Stuart, this University has

state of the art everything,

but I've had better food in the army.

- Señor Maxwell,

it is a good day for you?

- Hi Octavio no,

not at the moment.

Have you seen a silver and black bike?

- Uh uh no.

- I left it right here.

- You didn't chain it up?

- What, who'd want to steal an ancient relic like that?

- Someone who needed a ride?

- Well, listen if you see it would you let me know?

- Okay.

American Speed Streamer.

[moody music]

- Yeah, that can be arranged.

Have her bring her credentials and I'll set up a meeting.

- Professor Coe.

- Dr. Maxwell.

- Well Jonathan,

seems your fame is spreading,

that was the local newspaper,

they want to do an article on you.

- Camille, I'm not very

comfortable talking about myself.

- It will be good PR for the University;

they're sending someone tomorrow.

- Let's get started,

Professor Lake will continue to take notes.

- Okay, here are the final recommendations.

As you'll see Dean Amundsen is very very impressed

with Professor Evans's articles.

- Articles yes but no books,

he's been here five years

and he has yet to publish a book.

- Are you going to bring up

that old bromide about publish or perish?

- It's valid criteria Jonathan and you know it.

This university has to compete for endowments

and in order to do so we've got to be able to say

that we have the best and the brightest in each field.

- Camille where do you stand on this?

- I haven't made my decision yet.

- Well, you know tomorrow is the final vote.

- I appreciate your commitment to Professor Evans;

I just don't want to be pushed into anything.

- I have to go,

we can finish this tomorrow.

- I have to go too,

it seems the midterm test has mysteriously disappeared

from the math department.

Three weeks as acting dean and I'm ready for a sabbatical.

- Hilda, you've been taking notes

on these meetings for weeks now.

You've read Professor Evans articles there,

how do you feel about them?

- I'm not allowed to have an opinion.

- Oh, Professor Coe's that rigid is he?

- I'm in a subordinate position to a very demanding man.

And since I am not blessed with tenure either

I don't want to say anything

that might land his boot on my bottom.

- I got ya.

- But if it were up to me

I'd vote Stuart Evans tenure in a minute.

- Good meeting.

[mellow music]

Hi Al.

- Hi Doc.

- You got a second?

- What can I do for you?

- I want to report a stolen vehicle.

- Somebody swiped your car?

- No, my bike.

- Your what?

- It's a silver and black two-wheeler,

about fifty years old.

So no hand brake, just the pedals and a foot brake.

- Uh and you say somebody actually wanted that?

- [proudly] It's an American Speed Streamer.

- Ah ha.

I will put my best men right on it.

- Thanks Al.

Listen put that down,

American Speed Streamer.

- Let's go somewhere.

- I told you I have a dinner engagement.

- I thought you liked being with me.

- Are you not getting enough attention from Stuart Evans?

- Nothing's going on between us.

- You seem to be spending a great deal of time in his company.

- I'm his T.A.

- Yeah, what else are you?

- Archer, are you in there?

[knock knock] Archer!

[knock knock] Archer!

- As you get older,

they get younger.

[ominous music]

- Professor Lake.

- Stuart. Why so formal?

- Tomorrow's the big day.

- Yes.

- Ah, that's not a very encouraging tone.

- Stuart. - I know.

The committee's deliberations are secret.

Can you give me some hint how the voting might go?

- You have a huge fan in Dr. Maxwell.

- So it'll be two to one. Against.

- Stuart.

I can't say anything.

- No, I get the picture.

- Think of this as a wrong number.

- I have a great many things I need to say to you Muriel.

The least of which is that it's over between me and that .

- What do you want me to do, applaud?

- I want to come home.

- I want a divorce.

- Okay, you're forgetting that little pre-nup we signed.

If you divorce me you walk away with an empty purse.

- I've gotta call you back.

- Don't bother.

- Mr. Rosovitch

- You use my daughter and you throw her away.

- Mr. Rosovitch, your daughter...

- I donate a lot of money to this school,

and I can have you thrown out!

- Okay,

before you do that,

I want you to have a look at something.

Take a peek.

- Somebody's blackmailing me with those,

so if you're gonna get me fired

I don't need to keep them secret.

- If any of these get out,

you're a dead man.

[Dr Maxwell] That's the scene of the crime.

- I thought you reported it to campus security.

- I did but they weren't terribly interested.

I'm putting you on the case.

- Why the big deal over a piece of rusted metal

that's older than I am?

- Mike I'm a criminologist.

Somebody stole my bike.

I don't know who did it or why.

It's a little embarrassing.

- Is that the only reason?

- Yeah, once a cop always a cop.

Well the truth is,

it was your dad's bike when we were kids.

I wrecked my bike going down Snake hill.

Hit a tree and ruptured my kidney.

Your dad took me to the emergency room on that bike.

You made that up didn't you.

- Not all of it.

[Stuart] Why are you doing this to me?

[Professor Coe] I don't know what you're talking about.

- You're determined to destroy my teaching career.

- I've got a class alright.

- What did I ever do to you?

- Will you step aside?

- Ow.

- Ow!

- You are through here Evans.

I will personally see to that.

- Camille you know you're gonna be the swing vote today.

- Jonathan... - Camille we've talked about this for weeks.

Stuart Evans own department recommended him for tenure.

I... I just can't understand what's holding you back.

- I don't have to justify my vote to you.

- Of course you don't.

But you're gonna have to give a reason,

why don't you try it out on me.

- I doubt Dean Fletcher is going to make

an early recovery from the skiing accident.

He's got two broken legs and a fractured collarbone.

A man his age doesn't bounce back.

- And you think the trustees may want

to bring in somebody to replace him.

- I've worked my entire life toward this;

I know I can be a credit to this school.

- Archer Coe would be a valuable ally. Wouldn't he?

- He has a lot of weight with the trustees.

- So you wouldn't dare want to cross him.

- Would you, if you were in my position?

- Camille I would make a decision

based on the merits of a particular candidate.

- Shall we get down to it?

- Archer, Stuart

Evans has met every requirement for tenure.

How in good conscience can you vote against him?

- Who said I had a conscience.

All right. Let's get this over with.

All those in favor of granting Stu...

[gasp]

- Professor Coe.

Professor Coe! Are you alright?

- Archer? What,

what is it?

[ominous music]

- Call 911.

- Dr. Maxwell? Dr. Maxwell.

I'm Kelly Fogelle, from the paper?

I was hoping to do an article on you professor.

- Oh Miss Fogelle I'm not a very good subject.

- I just want to follow you around on a typical day.

- Believe me this is not a typical day.

- He didn't make it.

- The EMT suspects a heart attack.

Archer was being treated for arrhythmia.

- Is the doctor going to do an autopsy.

- Man dies of a heart attack,

why do we need an autopsy?

- Well, to rule out any other cause.

- Jonathan, I don't want anything to

appear out of the ordinary.

It was a simple heart attack.

We mourn the professor's loss.

- Would you clear them out.

[mysterious music]

- Hey Mike? - Yeah!

- Say hi to Kelly.

She's doing an article on me for the local paper.

- Hi! - Hi.

- Have a seat Kelly.

Whatcha doing?

- Uh, checking my page.

I joined an Internet dating service,

- Everyone's doing it Dr. Maxwell it's the latest craze.

- Loves surfing,

walking on the beach,

and steak, that cuts out the vegetarians now doesn't it?

- Yeah, do we have to talk about this now?

- No. No.

Anyway,

during the committee meeting this morning,

Archer Coe collapsed and died right in front of everybody.

- What?

- Yeah, and Camille Brewster was just

a little too quick to call it a heart attack.

- You suspect foul play?

- Foul play? Does anybody

but Sherlock Holmes use foul play?

- You do.

- I do?

- Yes Sherlock, you do.

- Well, I'll have to listen to myself

a little more carefully.

- So what else you got.

- Well, Camille's only been Acting Dean

for about three weeks now.

I can see how maybe a cover up might be in her best interest,

you know, no scandal within the University while on her watch.

But if Archer Coe was murdered

there's a killer on the loose somewhere.

And that's anathema to me.

- What got you interested in criminology professor?

- Well, you know when I was a kid I liked puzzles.

You know, putting things together,

model airplanes,

and criminology is kind of like that,

putting the pieces together.

Tea? - No thanks.

- Listen I want you to go check out that committee room.

- You think you'll find your stolen bike in there?

- Ho ho. - Do you offer your services to the police?

- Occasionally, yeah, sometimes they ask.

Forget about the bike,

this is a possible homicide.

- If you were going to murder someone,

what would be your method?

- Well um in case I ever do murder someone

I don't think I should answer that question.

- What am I looking for in the committee room?

- When Archer Coe died he was eating an orange.

- And you think that's the murder weapon?

- I'm saying there could have been something in the orange.

- I'd rather be looking for your bike.

- How do you spell anathema?

- I didn't say that, did I?

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

- Si. - What are you doing?

- Cleaning.

- Why?

- Orders from Miss Brewster.

- Where's the trash?

- What kind of trash?

- The stuff from this room.

- You collect garbage?

[doorbell chime]

- Jonathan.

- Muriel, I'm so sorry to hear about Archer.

-They said, it was quick and relatively painless.

If you're gonna go I suppose that's the way to do it.

- Yes.

May I come in?

- Now's not a good time.

- You're right. I understand.

Muriel, something's burning.

- I forgot to open the flue.

- Okay, let me do it.

There.

It's uh, kind of a warm day for a fire, isn't it?

- Now that Archer's gone there are some things I no longer need.

- Uh Muriel, you going to order an autopsy?

- Camille said Archer died of a heart attack.

- Well, that's just her opinion.

- You think it was something else?

- I don't know, I don't think anyone would

unless they do an autopsy.

- I think we should let Archer rest in peace.

- Don't you want to know what he died of?

- Thank you for coming Jonathan.

- Yes.

- You're welcome.

- How do you explain that?

- I never meant for it to get in the paper.

- Did you say it? In front of a reporter?

- I thought we were having a private conversation,

I didn't even think she was listening.

- So, you're accusing me of staging a cover-up.

-Camille, come on. We've known each other a long time.

The only thing I'm accusing you of

is being hasty in insisting

that Archer Coe died of a heart attack.

- Well that's not what it says here.

- She quoted me out of context.

- Do you know what this does to the schools reputation?

Not to mention mine.

- At this point, what can I do Camille,

I apologize and I promise it will never happen again.

- You can be sure this won't happen again.

Good day Jonathon. - Camille...

- I've got a mess to clean up with the trustees,

and for the moment you still have a teaching position here.

So please excuse me.

- Hi! - I've got a bone to pick with you young lady.

- You said I could observe your class.

Did I misquote you?

- That is beside the point.

- You were talking in front of a reporter;

at no time did I hear the words off the record.

- You went for a cheap headline and a sensational story.

- If a professor at this University was murdered on campus

you bet your life it's a sensational story,

and it was my job to print it.

- That was a speculation.

- By one of the top criminologists in the country.

- Forget the soft soap Miss Fogelle,

it doesn't work like that.

- Prove your case Doctor,

I'll help you. - I don't want somebody

I can't trust following me around.

- I was just doing my job.

- Your job as you explained it to me

was to do an interview about my work,

not an expose of my private thoughts.

- I'm sorry you feel that way.

- Good morning everyone.

- Good morning professor.

- Get away with murder, anathema...

- Ewwww.

Gross.

- Huh! It's a hobby,

like snowboarding,

windsurfing.

- Yeah sure. Ewwww.

- Hey!

Hey!

Come back here! Hey!

Once more into the breach.

Alley Oop.

- That's great for the ego.

You ask me to find your bike

and first thing I know

you're putting up posters

offering a reward for its return.

- It doesn't hurt to cover all the bases.

- Two hundred bucks?

- Sentimental value.

- Here, catch.

- You found it.

- After wading through a sea of garbage.

- Let's get this analyzed.

- Oh and I saw some kid riding your bike across campus

but I couldn't get out of the dumpster fast enough to catch him.

- Was it a student?

- Not unless he was a child genius.

Couldn't have been more than fourteen or fifteen.

- What would a teenager want with something like that?

- Maybe he likes antiques.

Hey, I'm impressed.

- The study of criminology isn't all dry lectures

and slide shows you know.

- You actually know what you're doing?

- I certainly hope so.

[phone rings]

- Hello.

Hey Alana, what a nice surprise.

Friday, uh yeah I think I'm open.

Can I get back to you?

Great, yeah bye.

- Oh, you're starting to have a little luck uh?

[phone rings]

- Hello?

Candice, hi! Friday,

uh I thought we were on for Saturday.

Ah I see uh can you switch it?

Uh, no let me see what I can do.

I'll get back to you alright?

Yeah,bye.

- Well your cup runneth over doesn't it?

Especially on Friday.

- My palm died

and I haven't had a chance

to program my blackberry.

I can't keep my dates straight.

- Did you ever try a pencil and paper.

[phone rings]

- Hello? Alana,

yeah I'm sorry I didn't get back to you;

can we make it Saturday instead of Friday?

Aww, hey how about a Sunday brunch.

Yeah you're on.

See you then.

How we doing? - I'm getting there.

You seem to be spinning your wheel a little bit.

- Don't worry about me everything is under control.

- Ah ha.

- You have something?

- My money is on digitoxin.

- Sounds lethal.

- Well it slows the pulse and

it retards the contraction of the heart,

and it increases the flow of blood to the heart

and the patient... - ...has a heart attack.

- Well, now that we know that Archer Coe was murdered

we don't have to go to his widow

to get permission to do an autopsy.

[phone rings]

- Hello?

Gretchen!

Sunday?

Uh hold on.

Do you have a pencil and a piece of paper?

- Yeah.

- You see Borimenes focused his tortured mind

on the accepted methods of architectural design,

as practiced by his model Michelangelo.

But we'll get into this more next semester.

- Stuart Evans.

- Yes, who are you?

- Stuart Evans, you're under arrest

for the murder of Archer Coe.

- What? - You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.

- I don't understand.

- Now Stuart you have the right to an attorney...

-This is a mistake.

- You just can't let it rest can you.

- I didn't mean for that to get in the paper.

Camille a man was murdered.

Now your head in the sand

attitude is not gonna change that.

- The media is having a field day Jonathon.

We're the lead story on every newscast.

- It would have been a lot worse

if the school had ignored

a murder right on the campus.

- I'm having a meeting

with the trustees tomorrow at ten o'clock.

And one of the topics under discussion

will be your future here.

- Jonathan, last can of cat food.

- Oh, uh make a note and stick it on the fridge.

- Next to the thirty other reminders?

- Then stick it on the cat.

- What are you doing? Playing that Internet dating game?

- No, I'm trying to find a college

that is in the market for a professor of criminology.

- Yeah those headlines didn't sit too well with the acting dean.

- The trustees weren't

exactly jumping up and down either.

- What do you think about Stuart Evans;

do you think he's capable of killing someone?

- I really don't know Mike.

- He got pretty steamed at Coe,

even took a swing at him for costing him his tenure.

Tell you the truth,

I never agreed with that tenure business.

You can't be fired.

- Well it's something all college professors try for.

It's a rough road too.

First your faculty has to vote on you,

then it goes to a special committee

that votes on that recommendation.

That's the committee I'm on.

- Sounds like something worth killing for.

- Yeah.

You look tired Stuart.

You need anything?

- A large dose of self-respect?

- Stuart, the newspaper said the police

found a vial of digitoxin and

a hypodermic needle in your apartment.

Do you have any idea how it got there?

- No.

- What does your attorney say?

- Well I'll tell you when I see him.

- He, he hasn't been here yet?

- He's a public defender.

I don't have the resources for anything else.

- I'm gonna see if I can't light a fire under him.

Mr. Lampton.

- That's me. What can I do for you?

- I'm Jonathan Maxwell.

Stuart Evans and I are teachers at the University.

I was just wondering why you hadn't been by

to see him about mounting a defense.

- How do I go about mounting a defense

when the instrument used in the murder

is found in the defendants' apartment?

When he assaulted the victim

in front of at least a dozen witnesses.

And when the victim was intent on denying him job security.

That's motive, means and opportunity.

- Maybe I'm missing something here

aren't you supposed to be the attorney for the defense?

- And as his attorney I'm recommending a plea bargain.

Second-degree murder.

Fifteen to twenty-five,

with good behavior he's out in ten.

- Ten years for a crime he may not have committed.

- Hey, in today's criminal justice system,

that's a bargain.

- Circumstantial evidence.

One of the most effective ways

for a prosecution to get a conviction.

But how accurate is circumstantial evidence.

Well, let's take a case

with which we're all painfully familiar.

Stuart Evans.

As you know, Professor Evans is charged with

murder in the death of Archer Coe.

What evidence is there against him?

- Well, what you could call the murder weapon

was found in his apartment.

- Right.

- He had a violent argument

with Professor Coe the day

before he was killed.

- Witnessed by a bunch of people.

- All right.

Let's examine this evidence.

First of all there were no fingerprints

on the syringe used to inject the orange

and none on the poison bottle.

- He wiped them clean.

- Well, if he had been careful enough to wipe

the fingerprints clean would he then

have been careless enough to leave incriminating evidence

all over his apartment?

You know during the argument Evans took a swing at Coe,

would you say he had a temper?

- Well he didn't turn the other cheek.

- Would a person who uses his fist

to settle an argument be so methodical

as to inject poison into some fruit to get rid of his enemy?

- He'd maybe run him down with his car.

- I vote for stabbing.

It's up close and personal.

- There was no

eyewitness to his injecting the needle.

And there was no DNA.

- So the police are still looking.

- Well sometimes the police tend

to go after the most likely suspect.

And it's that kind of a mindset

that could put Professor Evans on death row.

- Any questions?

- So what's the verdict Jonathan?

You think Evans is guilty or innocent.

- I think the man is being buried

under a mountain of circumstantial evidence.

That's what I think.

I'm concerned about that lawyer.

I seem to be out of cat food.

- No, really?

- I'm sorry Samantha; I'll fix you something real good.

You know the trouble is

that lawyer just wants to deal him away.

- Hire a new lawyer.

- Can't. No money in the till.

We're stuck with what we got.

And that's why I want to hire you

as the investigator for the defense.

I mean you'll get in there,

dig down and get the truth.

And listen.

I want to be treated just like

all your other clients.

You know no favors special discounts

any of that just because of our relationship. Okay?

- Yeah.

- What's your going rate?

- Five hundred a day plus expenses.

- Five hundred uh dollars.

- A day. - Plus uh, - Expenses.

- Yeah.

How much you want me to give you now.

- Why don't we start off with a week's retainer.

- Is that a uh five day or seven day week.

- Mike Bryant's Private Eye never closes.

- Okay so that's uh...

- Thirty-five hundred.

- All right. Okay.

let's see, nice round number.

- Well, I'll uh start first thing in the morning.

- Okay. Uh listen

could you hold on to this for at least a few days?

- See you in the security office after your class.

- Right.

- Uh Jonathon.

- Oops.

See ya.

- Hi.

Hey.

That's my...

Hey kid, kid wait,

that's my,

that's my bike.

You want a new bike. Come on.

- Excuse me; there was a kid in here

on a black and silver bike.

- Yeah, he wanted to know how much

a set of brakes would cost.

- Brakes! - You know the kind you work

from the handlebars.

- Oh, that'll ruin the whole aesthetic.

That is a 1938 American Speed Streamer.

Thanks.

- Herbie Saxe here.

- What are you doing here?

Who are you?

- I could ask you the same thing.

- If you're looking for the photographs

I destroyed them.

- You're a couple of flights ahead of me here

and I'm not gonna chase you up the stairs,

so uh why don't you just tell me what you're talking about

and then we'll be on the same floor.

- I'm willing to pay.

- All right. Let me take a run at this.

Somebody was blackmailing Archer Coe

with uh photographs of...what?

- You know darn well what; my daughter.

- Easy, I'm a private investigator.

All right?

I was hired to help in the Stuart Evans defense.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

Excuse me.

- Sometimes this cat eats better than I do.

- I can see your reminder system is working as usual.

- Yeah, well as usual Samantha is the beneficiary.

I'm surprised she doesn't weigh a hundred pounds.

- Ooh, Samantha I'm sorry,

I didn't mean... kitty, Samantha.

[phone rings]

- Mike would you get that.

- Hello.

- I have your bike.

Bring the reward money to the campus parking structure.

Level G1.

Come alone and on foot.

- Hold on a second.

[caller hangs up, dial-tone]

- I'm a pretty popular guy, who was that? [doorbell]

- Ah...Wrong number.

- It's all your fault.

- Miss Foggel.

- They fired me.

All because of you.

- Me!

- You complained to the Dean

about my story,

she complained to my editor and he fired me.

- Now now now.

Look, dry your tears,

have some breakfast with Mike and me.

- I've got to run Jonathan.

Miss Foggel. - Where you going?

- Busy day, you know how it is.

- Would you like some pancakes?

- WAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.

[doorbell]

- Zach! What's this?

- Feel like explaining yourself to Dr. Maxwell.

- What's this all about?

- An enterprising thief who knew

there'd be a reward offered for it's return.

- It's a good story but that's not my bike.

- It's not? - No.

Why Zach?

- I'm flunking math.

I needed the money for a tutor.

If I don't bring home the grades

my parents are gonna skin me alive.

- Why didn't you come to me Zach?

- You're my criminology professor.

- I happen to know a little bit about math too you know.

Look I'll make you a deal, take this thing back

where you got it and I'll tutor you, all right?

- You will? - Yeah.

As soon as I get this paint off my hands.

And Zach, don't do this anymore.

- No, yes sir.

- Excuse me,

I'm a private investigator,

I'm investigating a murder.

I wonder if you could help me check

the inventory records for digitoxin.

- digi...what?

- Digitoxin.

- You might want to ask Nancy,

I'm kinda new here.

- Digitoxin, you ever heard of it?

- Sure. It's not something we use a lot of.

- Could you check the inventory for me?

- Yup.

What do you know.

Two vials went missing a few weeks ago.

- Could you put together a list of everyone

that was in the lab the week it happened?

You're not gonna like this.

- Why not?

- Tons of people came in an out.

- Oh that's okay.

I get paid by the hour.

- Jonathan.

Some digitoxin mysteriously disappeared

from the University Medical Lab a couple of weeks

before it wound up in Archer Coe's orange.

- I circled a familiar name.

- Danya Rosovitch.

- She was working in the lab the day before

they discovered it was gone.

- Well, if we believe Stuart Evans is innocent

then the motive can't be revenge for blocking his tenure.

- Let's pull up the security tape from the night

before he was killed.

- What other motive could there possibly be

for premeditated murder?

Jilted lover.

Cheating husband.

Angry father.

- I just had a run in with that guy in Coe's office.

- Yeah. Valentin Rosovitch.

Danya's father.

Very heavy contributor to the University.

- Somebody was blackmailing Coe to the tune of five grand

a month over some photographs of the professor

and Rosovitch's daughter.

- Boy, he looks loaded for bear.

I wonder if the bear was Archer Coe.

- Fast forward a little.

There freeze that.

- Look at that.

She knew about the security camera.

She obviously didn't want to be caught on tape.

- Hmm.

Zoom in on that hand.

It's a lovely ring.

- That's a lovely ring.

- It's my mothers.

- I've seen it before.

- Of course you have, I never take it off.

- No, it was caught on videotape.

- What are you talking about?

- The visit you paid to Archer Coe

the night before he was murdered.

Actually the security camera caught you.

Coming and going.

You tried to hide your face.

It seems now you were the last person

to see Coe alive before he ate the poison fruit.

Were you trying to enlist his help to become permanent Dean?

Turn you down?

Maybe he wanted that job himself that's right.

You said he had a lot of clout with the trustees.

- If there's an accusation

floating around here Jonathan,

I'd think twice about voicing it.

Careers have been ruined by a lot less.

- There's a lot more at stake here than careers.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Uh hah. Nothing.

- This is a crime scene.

You're not supposed to be skulking around here.

You've got to leave the property,

come on let's go.

- I wasn't skulking,

I was investigating.

- Investigating what?

- I'm working with Professor Maxwell.

On solving the Archer Coe case?

- What Archer Coe case? The police arrested his killer.

- The professor and I don't believe Stuart Evans is guilty.

- Oh you don't.

Do you have some I.D.?

- I left it in my other purse.

- All right then well you're gonna have to tell

your theory to the real cops, aren't you?

- Quite a workout.

Are you all right Danya?

- Of course.

- What happened in class the other day,

what made you run out like that?

- Just the thought of, you know, Professor Evans.

- Or the possibility that he might be executed

for a crime he didn't commit.

- Look, Professor Evans and I...

I was his T.A.

We became very close.

Everyone on campus thought we were having an affair.

- Well if that's true why was your father in Archer Coe's office

demanding certain negatives?

You were having an affair with Archer Coe, weren't you Danya.

- What if I was?

- Did he think you were involved with Stuart?

- Yes. - He couldn't have been too happy about that.

- It was an ego thing.

Stuart was younger.

Even in tweeds men are so macho.

- Could that be why Archer was so

against giving Stuart his tenure.

- He was so vain,

he thought he was God's gift to women in the literary world.

- You're in pre-med, aren't you?

- What does that have to do with anything?

- The poison that killed Archer Coe was

from the medical department.

- Wait, you aren't accusing me of killing him.

- Well, someone had to have access to the poison.

- It's a large department Professor.

Lots of students and teachers have access.

Go ask them.

[raucous music]

- I'm telling you what you bet.

Why would I lie to you?

Listen. I'm here to make money like the other guy.

But if I'm telling you that's what you put in,

that's what you put in.

Hold on.

Hey, what's the over and under

on game seven.

[loud thud]

- I'll call you back.

Where's the lights.

Hey, the power went out.

- Forget to pay your bill Herbie?

- Take 'em out, take 'em out.

Come on let's go.

- All right all right all right all right.

- Let's talk Herbie.

- Hold on.

Right.

It wasn't nice a ya giving my name

to that Crime Commission hearings.

- Doesn't look like it hurt your business any.

Horse parlors,

loan sharking,

a little extortion on the side.

- I'm just trying to stay busy you know.

- Yeah sure.

Archer Coe.

- I don't know who you're talking about.

- I found your phone number in his desk.

- I sell beer.

I'm in the book.

- Herbie even though I'm not a cop any more

I can still cause you a bunch of trouble.

- All right all right.

He's a degenerate gambler.

He's into me for forty large, all right.

- That sounds like a good reason for killing him,

make an example out of him.

- No. No.

If I wanted him dead I'd get him beat

like hamburger meat you understand me?

But a dead deadbeat don't pay.

Besides I'm waiting for him to get an advance for his book.

- What book?

- Hey do I look like a man of letters to you.

I don't know what he's talking about.

- All right Herbie,

here's your fuse,

you can turn your lights back on.

- Freak.

- We'll just have to create a whole new set of problems

for the math mid-term.

I stand corrected Roger

as the head of the math department

you'll have to create them.

Yes.

And this time try sleeping with them under your pillow.

- You want to see me?

- Yeah. Have a seat Jonathon.

- How you doing Doc.

- Um, I had a visit from Valentin Rosovitch a while ago.

He was attacked,

by someone who was ransacking Professor Coe's office.

Do you know anything about that?

- Well uh, first of all you know Mike Bryant

is the investigator on the Stuart Evans case.

And secondly as far as I know they merely exchanged words.

- Mr. Hinckley do you want to tell him what you told me?

- I caught a young woman mousing around

the building where Archer Coe died.

If I hadn't stopped her

she'd have ripped off the crime scene tape

and tried to get inside.

Does the name Kelly Foggel ring any bells?

- She said she was working with you on

and this is a direct quote solving the case.

- I hardly know the woman.

- So she wasn't working with you?

- No, of course not.

- And you didn't tell her to snoop around the building?

- Oh absolutely not.

- How does it feel, to be accused of something

you didn't do Jonathan.

[Danya] I've been through all this with Professor Maxwell.

I'm pre-med I work at the lab.

- So no one else on this list had any connection to Archer Coe.

- Maybe the murderer forgot to sign it.

Look I'm a victim here too.

Someone vandalized my car,

broke into my locker and searched my dorm room.

- Show me.

- Fine.

- This a new lock?

- No.

Same one I've always had.

- Was it on there when someone tried to break into your locker?

- Yeah.

- And nothing was taken?

- No.

- There's uh, no sign of forced entry.

Are you in the habit of keeping your doors unlocked?

- Just the opposite.

All the girls on this floor borrow anything

that isn't nailed down.

- Any extra keys floating around?

- Nope.

- Was anything taken?

- No.

You don't believe anything I'm saying do you?

- It's getting harder by the minute.

- Get out.

- Thanks for the guided tour.

[mysterious music]

[doorbell]

- Detective? - Uh Chambers.

May I come in doctor?

- Yes, come in.

- There was a report of a prowler,

when the desk sergeant heard that it was Archer Coe's house

he uh, he called me.

We found her in the backyard.

- What were you doing there?

- I wanted to interview Mrs. Coe.

See if her husband had any enemies besides Stuart Evans.

- And you don't think we did that?

- It never hurts to be thorough. - Uh.

- You still haven't explained what

you were doing in that woman's yard.

- There weren't any lights on in the front

so I went around back to see if there were any there.

I didn't want to disturb her.

- She said she was working on a case with you

and what I would like to know is, what case is that?

- No case, I'm just trying

to help Professor Evans mount a defense.

- Ah.

- Great.

That means there won't be any

more nightly excursions

into people's backyards,

she either stays here with you or in jail.

No snooping.

- Definitely not.

- Good. Want to make that unanimous Miss Foggel?

- Kelly.

- All right.

- Well doctor good night and good luck.

- I'm sorry this happened detective.

Won't happen again.

- Huh.

- Don't look at me that way.

I was just trying to do my job.

- You don't have a job.

You got fired, remember.

- I've got student loans I'm still paying off.

I need a job.

And how many do you think I'm gonna get

when they find out I got fired from my last one.

- Exactly. The only way I'm gonna get my job back

is to break the story of the real murderer,

and if that means climbing over fences

and looking in windows that's exactly what I'm going to do.

- Kelly, I'm going to make a deal with you.

- What kind of deal.

- If you'll promise me not

to do any more investigating on your own,

and I manage to crack this case,

I promise you,

I'll give you all the details first.

Okay?

- That's an awfully big promise.

How do I know you'll keep your word?

- How do I know you'll keep yours?

- All right.

But just remember.

I'm putting all my eggs in your basket.

- That reminds me, I'm out of eggs.

I better write that down.

[door buzzer]

- You're expecting someone?

- Only you.

[door buzzer]

- Aren't you gonna see who it is?

- It's probably somebody selling something.

Girl Scout cookies, raffle tickets.

Just ignore them. They'll get tired and go away.

[door buzzer]

- Uh Mike, I..

I can't concentrate with all that going on.

I'll just I'll just send them away.

- No,

I'll do it.

Just...

- Hello?

- It's me. - Oh Jonathan.

Hold on I'll buzz you in.

It's uh just an old friend.

He uh, won't be here long.

- Okay, I'll get ready for round two.

- Very stylish.

They new?

Kelly's in the car.

Figured she couldn't get far without these.

- Candace!

- Well this nice man

held the gate open for me, I didn't know we were

going to the same place.

- She said she was going to surprise somebody.

- Surprise surprise.

- Well aren't you going to ask us in?

- Well aren't you going to invite your friends in?

- Who's that?

- That sounded very possessive.

- You know when you think about it this is all

pretty funny, actually.

Someday we are gonna have such a laugh about all this.

Huh huh.

- Is she the reason

you are always switching our dates around?

- His uh hand died,

his palm, palm died,

and he couldn't program his blueberry...

- Blackberry. - Blackberry.

- Jonathon please, stop helping me?

- I thought you were seeing me exclusively.

- That's what I thought.

- You're welcome to him.

- Alana...

- I don't take leftovers.

- Candace...

Jonathan this had better be good.

Now what did you do, solve the murder?

- No no.

- Find your bike?

- No. - Come just to ruin my life?

- I think I just saved it.

Look, Michael,

I can't keep confiscating her clothes.

- Send her on her way.

- Well I'm afraid if I let her out of my sight

she's gonna go off on her own and foul everything up.

If you could just take over for a little while?

- Oh no thank you.

Obviously I have enough women trouble.

- I mean just when I have a class.

I'll keep my eye on her the rest of the time.

'Kay?

- It's not like I have anything else to do.

- You better get that strawberry fixed.

- Just go, Jonathan.

- I'll send her up, okay.

- Yeah.

- I gave Dr. Maxwell my word,

but now you're babysitting me.

- Just so you know,

I have handcuffs.

And I'm not afraid to use them.

- You wouldn't dare.

- Don't test me.

- Just what I've always wanted.

A gentleman with handcuffs.

[light music]

- Watch your step.

Ladies first.

- Sit.

Hey Merv. - Hey Mike.

- Keep an eye on her for me will you?

If she tries to run break her legs.

- Right.

- Hey Frank.

- Hey Mike. What do you say, what do you know?

- Listen I ran into an old friend of yours the other day,

Herbie Saxe.

- He's no friend of mine.

- Well he's back in business.

The same old stand.

- Michael, why are you telling me this,

I'm not in Vice anymore he's their headache.

- He might be involved in a murder.

- Yeah? Who's?

- He was Archer Coe's bookie.

He was into Coe for a bundle and

I figured maybe you could squeeze him a little.

See what oozes out.

- Trust me Mike we got the guy, it's a non-case.

Whoever's paying you you're stealing their money.

- I haven't cashed that check yet.

- Well take my advice,

cash the check.

You call me and we'll get a beer.

- You're on,

see ya.

- Where is she?

- I don't know,

did you check the loo?

- Ah Merv I asked you to keep an eye on her.

- Your cuffs broke?

- Kelly, you better be washing your hands because I'm coming in.

- AHHHHH! Get out.

Get out you creep.

- I'm sorry

I didn't see anything I swear.

Where did you go?

- I was thirsty.

- Oh. I thought maybe you uh...

- What? Split? Took off for parts unknown?

I told you I gave Dr. Maxwell my word.

- Okay.

Sorry.

[jazzy music]

- Hey, hey kid wait,

hey kid,

hey, wait a minute I wanna,

I wanna talk to... kid...

- You again.

- The kid with the silver and black bike.

- Yeah he was just here.

- Oh man, well,

what was it this time.

- Racing wheels.

- Oh. Kids have no respect for tradition anymore.

Did he leave a name, phone number, anything?

- Nope.

- Racing wheels.

- So, how long have you known Dr. Maxwell?

- He and my father were best friends.

- Were?

- He died.

A long time ago.

- And Professor Maxwell?

- He kind of took me under his wing.

- Surrogate father?

- Practically the real thing.

- Nice story.

Not about your father dying.

- I know what you mean.

Are you sure you want to do this?

- If I want to catch the kid on my bike

I've got to get in shape!

- Okay. - Oops.

Whew.

Where's Kelly?

- She's out buying a new mixing bowl,

for you.

- You're gonna let her run loose like that?

- She gave me her word.

That's good enough for me.

- So what about Coe's bookie.

Should we put him on our list of suspects?

- I'm not sure.

A poisoned orange just seems way too sophisticated for him.

He's more of a break your legs kind of guy.

- So uh let us start at the beginning.

Who brought that bowl of fruit into the committee room?

- Well it was there when we arrived for the meeting.

- Well how do you know the poison orange was meant for Coe?

- He had one everyday; it was like a ritual with him.

- Who else besides the committee knew that?

- Well it was no secret.

The man loved oranges.

- You're not helping me narrow this down.

- You know Danya Rosovitch was

having an affair with Coe.

- It would have been very easy for her

to get access to that poison through her pre-med course.

- You know the way his wife tore out of his office

the night before he was killed

she obviously caught them together.

- Yeah she was also adamant

about not having his body autopsied.

- You know Danya's father was not too happy

about the affair either.

- My daughter.

- Or those pictures of her and Coe.

You know, Camille Brewster was awfully quick

to call his death a heart attack.

- I'm not ready to write off Stuart Evans yet either.

- What about that book he supposedly wrote?

- All we have is the word of his bookie.

- I mean if it were true where is it.

- And what does it have to do with his murder if anything.

- Okay.

I think that's enough.

How far did I go?

- Two tenths of a mile!

- Wow! You know something?

I feel faster already.

[officer] You get about five minutes. All right chief?

- Holding up okay?

- I'm all right.

- Stuart did you hear anything about a book

that Archer Coe was writing?

- All I know is his past reputation as a literary lion.

- The man was a sensation

when he first came to the University.

He published this book,

So Ends Our Night,

critical acclaim best sellers list and all.

And then, nothing.

- You know what they say,

- Anybody can write a first novel,

it's the second one that's a killer.

That's an unfortunate choice of words.

- Okay be right back.

- Why do I always have to wait in the car?

- Because people might not want to talk

in front of a reporter.

I made that mistake.

- And I got fired.

- Bring something to read next time.

I hate this car.

Brake.

Oh.

- I'm not just going to sit here in this car.

- A new book?

Oh he threatened to start one every year,

but that's all it ever was.

A threat.

- You sound bitter Muriel, angry.

- He was a sham.

A phony.

Resting on the praise for his first novel.

- They said it was brilliant,

innovative, classy.

- It was a fluke.

For his second novel he could never get past the title page.

And boy did he have titles.

"On Dangerous Ground."

"Hellfire."

"Dark Night."

And my all-time favorite,

"Cornered".

Seemed to sum up where he was creatively.

But did that stop him from pontificating about his greatness.

At breakfast,

at dinner,

in bed.

To his students,

faculty,

the guy selling oranges on the freeway off ramp.

- If he were telling the truth

can you think of any place he might have kept the manuscript?

- I've been through all of Archer's papers,

there was nothing resembling the germ of an idea

much less a full-length novel.

- What were you uh

burning in the fireplace when I dropped by earlier?

- Why are you standing in my living room

watching me guzzle scotch and asking all these questions?

- I'm trying to get to the bottom

of your husbands murder.

- Oh. And you think I was burning his new book.

Why would I destroy something potentially valuable?

Valuable providing it was any good that is.

- Maybe it was out of vindictiveness.

Because of his affair with Danya Rosovitch.

- She was the last in an endless line.

If the others didn't affect me why should she?

- The straw that broke the camels back?

- It would have to be an eight hundred pound straw.

I don't break that easily.

- No, I don't think you do Muriel.

- So. If you're through hinting

I might have killed my husband.

I'd like you to leave.

- A disgrace!

- I'll bring them back up.

- How, by sleeping with another professor?

Two F's, one D,

the rest C's.

- They're not even finals, they're midterms.

- You are looking for more garbage?

- Thanks, I already bagged my limit.

Is this a private brawl or can anybody throw a punch?

- That's all you care about.

- This is none of your business.

All he cares about are my grades,

not my life,

my happiness, my well being.

- Not true.

- Just a bunch of A's

on a worthless piece of paper.

- I want you to be someone.

Make your mark in the world.

- He even gave me a Russian boys name, Danya.

- Strong name.

One you should make proud.

- No, one to make you proud.

My daughter the doctor.

You know what, I'm sick of this.

I didn't even want to get into medicine in the first place.

I only did it to please you.

- Let her go, give her a chance to cool off.

- You always stick your nose in where it doesn't belong?

- Those negatives you were after in Professor Coe's office.

Did you kill him to get them and then come up empty?

- You push and push.

Always pushing.

Careful someone doesn't push back.

- What are you up to?

- Five miles in three minutes.

- Not bad.

Truce?

- Why?

- I took a look at your car.

That wasn't vandalism,

one broken window.

Whoever did it was looking for something.

- All the stuff in my glove box was on the floor.

- So uh maybe I was wrong to doubt you.

Listen this isn't the most delicate question I've ever asked.

But ah,

do you think your father is capable of killing Professor Coe.

- I know, I'm sorry.

Somebody was blackmailing Professor Coe.

Obviously about his taking up with you.

You have any idea who that might be?

- Somehow I never thought of blackmail as funny.

- It is if you're the blackmailer.

- I don't follow.

- I was blackmailing Archer.

- About your affair with him.

- He was using his considerable influence

to make sure I had good grades in all of my classes.

Once our affair ran it's course

he'd stop and I'd get the grades I deserved.

You see the effect it had on my Daddy.

- Made him angry.

That's understandable.

- Angry enough to start cutting off my allowances.

So I figured the best way to still live the life

that I was accustomed to was to blackmail

the man that would have it taken away from me.

Pretty cool huh?

- Way cool.

Especially for someone your age.

- You can add calculating to it if you'd like.

- It was on the tip of my tongue.

- Learn from the best.

Dear old Dad.

- Did you hear anything about Coe writing a novel?

- I not only heard it,

I read it.

- How come nobody else heard about this book?

- Arch wanted to blindside the world.

He started writing it when we got together.

He liked to think I was his muse.

- How so?

- It's about a philandering college professor

who had multiple affairs with his students.

Until he met this ravishing nineteen year old pre-med student.

She captivated his heart to the point

that he decided to leave his overbearing wife.

The pages were brilliant.

It was written with white heat passion.

- Where is it?

- He was always very careful about showing me

the complete manuscript.

- How many copies were there?

- As far as I know only one.

- And he didn't store one on his computer?

- He tried using a computer once

and then one day he pressed the wrong button

and it erased everything he had written.

- What about a publisher? He didn't get one?

- Arch was in the process of deciding which house to go to.

Till then, it was under lock and key.

- You don't know where.

- He wouldn't tell me.

Kept it as some giant secret.

Enjoyed teasing me with a few chapters here,

a few chapters there.

He really was a sadist.

Boy that sadist could write.

[tire squeal, engine roar]

- You all right?

- I think so.

- Hi.

- Hi. Thank heavens they finally took that police tape down.

- All those months of hard work and we end with a flopper.

-Yeah. It doesn't seem real does it.

Something wrong with your leg?

- Oh I started exercising

I think I pushed it a little too hard for the first time.

You were close to Dr. Coe.

- I worked in his department/

- So you weren't friends.

- Strictly worker bee.

That's me.

To Prince of Letters.

Guess who. Can I get you something there?

- No, I'll just tough it out.

Hilda did you know about his new novel?

- Well he made rumblings about starting one for years.

But it never got past the talking stage.

Too bad.

He had a great deal of talent.

- So you think it was all talk

just to keep up the appearance he was still writing.

- Well when you publish a novel that gets rave reviews

and sells over two hundred thousand copies

in hardcover in the first year at the University,

you're a star.

Fast track for tenure.

Everyone thought he'd publish again.

In a year or maybe two years.

- You know it's kind of funny in a way

he had the last laugh.

He got his tenure,

became the head of the English Department

and just rested on his laurels.

Pretty good hat trick.

- I even offered to co-write with him,

but he never could get past that initial fear of failure.

Now he'll never fulfill that promise.

- Did you like him?

- What's not to like?

He was vain,

opinionated, verbally abusive,

one minute he could be praising you

about a brilliant syllabus and the next

berating you for being stupid and careless.

Talk about split personality.

Ours, not his.

- Professor Evans file.

- Someone else who may never get a chance

to fulfill his promise.

- Oh no.

Do you believe in reincarnation

'cause I must have done something bad

in my previous life to deserve you.

- You were afraid I was going to drop a dime on you

so you had one of your goon's try and run me down.

- That's not my style.

If I wanted you dead you'd a been stone cold

twenty four hours ago,

- If not you then who?

- Come on I know twenty people

that want your name on a headstone.

- Thanks for the tea and sympathy.

- Bryant.

Your little deadbeat Archer Coe is all paid up.

He's off the list,

paid in full.

- What did he do write you check

from the grave?

- Cash. Paid in full.

- Who? Who paid off Archer Coe's marker?

- What do I know?

An envelope of green

shows up on my doorstep

with no return address,

what am I gonna do argue? As far as I'm concerned,

the book is closed.

- Be careful.

[mysterious music]

- Tell me we're making some progress.

- Our killer is pretty clever.

Hasn't given us much to go on.

- Here's a newsflash.

What if Stuart Evans really did do it?

- In that case we're spinning our wheels.

- More like we're stuck in the mud.

- Patience is a virtue.

- Not when your rent's past due.

- Hey my bike! Come on!

Hey stop!

- It's a bike! You're chasing a bike!

Tell me does this have something

to do with the murder?

- It's amazing what a turn on the treadmill

will do for your stamina.

He won't get away this time.

- Okay.

- Ah ha! I've got you, you little thief.

Where's my bike.

Is this where you keep all your loot, in here?

- Octavio, you?

- Señor Maxwell!

- Does he belong to you?

- My son Alfredo.

- Why did he steal my bike?

- A surprise.

- It certainly was a surprise but why?

- To fix it up.

Make like new.

For your kindness in getting my daughter into school here.

You did that.

- Oh. Maria.

Yeah she was a very bright student.

I just wrote a letter of recommendation.

- This is my thank you for all you did.

- Oh.

Octavio.

I'm touched, thank you.

To tell you the truth I'd like to keep the bike like it is.

Memories, you know.

Means something to me.

- Si.

I didn't mean to make you trouble.

- Oh no no no no trouble.

I thank you for the trouble you went to.

- Smile.

- I don't think what happened last night was meant for me.

- Are you saying someone was out for me?

- We were the only two out there

when that car came roaring at us.

- But who?

- That is what I'm asking you.

- Muriel Coe was pretty angry about me and her husband.

- You know the person that tried to run you down

has to be the same one that's been going through your things.

- First I thought it was my father.

You know trying to get evidence

about my relationship with Arch.

But then I realized that wasn't his style.

He doesn't sneak around.

He gets in your face and threatens and

yells until he gets what he wants.

- All right.

Let's rule out your old man for the moment.

- I wonder.

- What?

- If the killer thinks you have Coe's manuscript...

- I already told you I...I'm positive there's only one copy.

But even if I had it why is it so important to the killer.

- Maybe there's something in it that points to the killer.

And he or she wants to destroy it before it's found.

In any event,

be careful crossing the street.

'Cause I have a feeling,

I don't think our killer's through with you yet.

- That's a cheery thought.

[ominous music]

- I'm now putting Herbie Saxe on our list of suspects.

- Saxe, why?

- Maybe the money

he got to clear Coe's debt

was really a payoff for killing him.

- Well stranger bargains have been made.

Which brings up the next question.

Who stands to gain financially from Coe's death.

- I talked to Coe's attorney.

There was a pre-nup.

That left Mrs. Coe out in the financial cold if they divorced.

- You know I saw Muriel burning

a copy of that in the fireplace.

- She didn't think his lawyer would have a copy?

- I don't know, maybe she was optimistic.

- Anyway, was it coincidence

or just good timing that she took out a

three million dollar life insurance policy

on dear old hubby three months before his death.

- Has the insurance company paid off yet?

- Not yet but until someone is convicted of the murder

they're not parting with a dime.

- If she didn't get the insurance money

where'd she get the cash to pay off Herbie Saxe?

- I like your question,

got an answer to go with it?

- You know there just might be.

You think you could persuade Mr. Saxe to make a phone call.

[mysterious music]

[knocking]

- I assume you're Herbie Saxe.

- The one and only.

- How'd you know I paid Archer Coe's gambling debt?

- Actually it wasn't me.

It was them.

- You have just crossed over a line professor.

I will take up your suspension

first thing in the morning with the trustees.

- Relax. - Will you also tell them where

you got the money to pay Mr. Saxe there?

You know my guess is the University emergency fund.

How were you going to pay them back Camille?

Maybe invent some emergencies that gobbled it up.

- Jonathan.

- You know you have to tell the trustees.

Unless Mr. Saxe here wants to give you your money back.

- Don't do this.

- How did you know about Coe's gambling debts?

- He wanted to borrow money from the school

and I pressed him for the reason why.

He just blurted it out

he said this man would physically harm him.

- I don't need this.

And I'm not giving the money back.

- What made you zero in on me?

- I doubted anyone else would be interested

in Archer Coe's gambling debts.

But if it got out he was a degenerate gambler

that would be a black eye on the University

and on your watch.

You thought if you gave Mr. Saxe the money

gambling would never come up.

- Well unless she murdered Coe

it doesn't bring us any closer to the killer.

- Well no just the opposite

it puts us right on the killer's doorstep.

[dramatic music]

- If I was going to hide a book where would I put it?

Bookcase.

All right which one of you babies wouldn't anybody open?

You got my vote pal.

- Ooh I am good.

- Boy this teaches me something.

- What's that?

- You're never too old to blush.

- Hot stuff huh?

Devious motives,

you need asbestos gloves to turn the pages.

And all recognizable characters.

There's a chapter in here

on an absent-minded criminology professor.

- Now that we have it,

what do we do with it?

- Wait till the killer discovers it's missing.

[ominous music]

[frightening music]

[panicky music]

- Drop it.

- Sorry to ruin your career as an author Hilda.

- It was a setup.

You knew I'd come.

- Archer Coe's manuscript was

your ticket to academic stardom, wasn't it?

Published book. Critical acclaim.

And of course, tenure.

He taunted you just enough

to let you know that he felt he was back in form again.

- So somehow you got in his office

after he left and you found the manuscript.

- As you read it

you realized how brilliant it was

and so unlike anything he'd written before.

I mean no one would have ever guessed

it was written by the same person.

- And publishing it under his name

would go a long way to having you replace him

as the head of the English Department.

- All you had to do was maneuver Evans and Coe

into a public argument.

- That accomplished you were free to poison the orange

that Coe ate habitually at every meeting.

- But there was one little glitch in your plan.

Coe told you he'd let Danya read the manuscript,

she was the only other one who knew it existed.

- Then you began to worry.

Was there maybe another copy in her possession?

So you went through her locker,

went through her dorm,

you even broke into her car.

- Still.

No manuscript.

So then you thought well maybe there is only the one copy.

That's when you realize you had to get rid of Danya.

Because she could expose you as being a fraud.

- It was you behind the wheel of the car.

- He was a mean vindictive man.

He refused to put me up for tenure.

He kept hinting that I could lose my position

any moment he felt like it.

- Well I think after what he put you through

it was only poetic justice that his book

would get you the one thing he wouldn't let you have.

Tenure.

- But I don't understand

how you knew it was her

and not someone else I mean they all had motives.

- Well the process of elimination Kelly.

Camille Brewster was only interested in protecting

the good name of the University.

That and becoming Dean of course.

- Danya's father wasn't interested in Coe's book.

Just his daughter's reputation.

- And Stuart Evans was in jail

when the attempt was made on your life.

- Yeah but Muriel Coe could have still poisoned her husband,

published the book in his name and

made a fortune off of being his widow.

She was always my first choice so why was she eliminated.

- The combination lock on your gym locker.

- It wasn't broken it was opened.

You see Muriel Coe didn't have any access to the combination.

But a faculty member could go right to the security office

and get it.

- And your dorm room lock wasn't forced,

which meant somebody had a key,

which also said faculty.

- That old bugaboo,

publish or perish.

It's been the downfall of many a career,

but none so deadly as yours Hilda.

[dramatic music]

- Read the byline.

- Congratulations Kelly.

- It wouldn't be there if it weren't for the two of you.

- We're gonna go out for a victory dinner tonight,

why don't you join us.

- No I believe in the old adage,

three's a crowd.

- Wish I could say we'll miss you.

Come on, I'll walk you to your car.

- Oh uh and Mike,

I have a no cancellation policy

so if one of your other women needs to switch things around,

don't try it with me.

- Trust me I have learned my lesson.

I cancelled the Internet dating service.

Way too complicated.

- Good.

- Not as exciting,

but definitely safer.

- Safe can be good.

- Jonathan.

- Stuart. - I want to thank you.

I've been reinstated,

and once the dust settles

I'll be up for tenure again.

- This time you're going to make it.

- I really appreciate what you did for me.

- You deserve it.

- The car's looking good.

How's it running?

- Running good.I made the last payment.

- Come on in a minute.

- All right.

- I want you to have this Mike.

- Ah no Jonathan.

- You know something,

your dad would have wanted you to have it.

- Uh, well thank you Jonathon.

I promise I'll keep it just the way it is.

- I know you would.

Listen now that the case is closed,

make out your expense report and I'll write you out a check.

- That won't be necessary.

- Hey Mike.

I insist.

- Jonathon, speaking of your retainer check.

- What about it?

- It bounced.

- Bounced? - Bounced.

- Bounced!

- That accounts been closed for over a year.

- That's why I haven't been getting any statements.

- Forget about it Jonathon.

- Thanks Mike. Appreciate it.

- You bet.

- Want to take a little spin around?

- No, no I don't.

I'm a little hungry though.

- Yeah. Me too.

I can rustle up something.

It's a quiet neighborhood,

good place to ride a bike.

- Yeah, I just bought a house.

[soothing music]