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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

- Jessica?
- Charlie?

You know this bozo?

Industrial espionage in
the used car business?

- He'll be scared to death.
- Unless you give the money back,

it'll be out of my hands.

You two wouldn't be conjuring up

some sort of celebration?

Celebration?

- Like a birthday party.
- For whom?

Why do I have this feeling

that you're not giving me
all 15 chapters?

You're not telling me
who you're working for.

I've gotta corner Lomax and make him
give me that bundle of money.

So who's got the money?

Well, the killer.

Police! Anybody here?

11, 12... which brings
the total to...

well, I make it 14 guests,

and I don't think
I've forgotten anyone.

Any inspirations in
the gift department?

Well, there's that fly rod
he's been talking about.

That's what I figured
I'd give him.

Then you go ahead,
and I'll keep looking.

Looking? For what?

Oh, uh... someplace
to buy storm windows

that will last more
than the year.

- Hello?
- Sheriff there?

Yes, he's right here.
Deputy Andy for you.

- Hello?
- There was a burglary at the Lomax Plant.

Right. I'll see you
in a couple of minutes.

Gotta go. There's a burglary
at Lomax Sheet Metal.

Listen, Mrs. F.,
if you're really stuck,

I'll be glad to find
something else.

Find something else?
What's he talking about?

Uh, the, uh... the dinner party.

Several of the guests
don't care for shellfish.

If you ask me, with all
you've got on your mind,

I think you're crazy to fool around
with some dinner party

when there's
no special occasion.

I mean, such as an anniversary
or even... a birthday.

Oh, I know. But these days,

I get to spend so little time

with my old friends up here.

It was our welding
equipment that they used.

They got it from out back.

What kind of petty cash
are we talking about, Mr. Lomax?

200, maybe 300 bucks at most.

And you're pretty sure that's
all that was taken?

Far as I can make out.

Sheriff, found this knife
next to the safe.

Looks like some kind
of fishing knife.

You recognize this, Mr. Lomax?

Yes, I do. It's mine.

I usually keep it in my desk.

Andy, we'll check it for prints.

We'll be leaving now, Sir.

I'm sorry this had
to happen to you.

Yeah. Me, too.
If I'd been a little closer

when I picked up
your alarm signal,

I could've caught
this guy in the act.

Maybe next time.

Thanks, Sheriff. Deputy.

Lomax.

What happened? I expected
to hear from you earlier

with confirmation that my parcel
has been shipped.

Joseph, there's... a problem.

What kind of problem?

It's a theft. There's nothing
to be alarmed about.

It's a local kid.
I'll take care of it myself.

I'll have it in my hands
first thing in the morning,

then I'll personally deliver it
down at the Caymans.

- You're sure?
- You've got my word on it.

Consider it done.

This kid--

He'll be scared to death.

That last word, Sanford,

that's the one to keep in mind.

Oscar...

we have a problem.

The chase continued
south on Michigan Avenue

at speeds in excess
of 80 miles an hour.

The driver was arrested
when his car struck a utility pole

at Shermack Road.

In sports, Chicago beat
the New York Eagles

with a three-pointer
in overtime.

And turning to horse racing,

today at the Chicago Downs,
in the ninth race,

it was Swift Prince
by a nose over Victor Way.

Hello. You've reached
Garrett Investigations.

All of our lines
are busy just now.

Please press 1 for Mr. Garrett's
assistant. Press 2--

If you're there,
Garrett, pick up.

It's Sanford Lomax,
and I got a job for you. It's urgent.

A voice from the past.

You know, uh, I'm all booked up
in the next month.

What have you got, another repo?

Industrial espionage.

Industrial espionage
in the used car business?

No, no, that's old news.
I'm in metals now.

Look, I checked, you can get
a flight out of O'Hare at 6 a.m.

that'll put you into
Portland before noon.

Okay, okay. But why me?

You must have plenty of guys
in your neck of the woods.

I need somebody I can trust.

Oh ho ho! The last time
I trusted you,

I almost got my ticket punched.

Come on, Charlie.
How could I have known

that that Bentley was
full of stolen goods?

Look, you gotta do this for me.

It's important. Okay?

Charlie? Are you there?

Uh, yeah, I'm checking
my schedule.

You know, it doesn't look too
good right now, Mr. Lomax.

All right, your regular fee,

plus an extra 25%.

Make it 50. What airline?

Uh-huh.

You ought to do more
of those harbor scenes.

Can't keep them in the store.

Mother, I've done
the harbor to death.

Heh!

I can't quite seem to get it.

I'd like to, before
they tear it down.

- Hello, Libby.
- Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

New York finally get
too noisy for you?

Oh, no, not yet.
I'm just in town for a few days

to get my house in shape.

Oh, I have to stop by and see
you, too, Libby.

My New York attorney wants
to see my trust deed.

We're moving the office, but I'll try
to pull it before we finish packing.

Oh, fine. Have you and Walter
set a date yet?

No, but we're closing in.

Hmm.

I'll see you tonight, mother,

and I'll bring back
some more supplies.

- Bye, Jessica.
- Bye.

Libby is looking
so lovely, Celia.

Mm-hmm. Can I help you?

You have a brass lamp
in the window.

I wonder, would you have it
with a red shade?

Celia? Is something the matter?

You really don't
remember, do you?

Remember? What?

Heh! It figures!

Four years ago,
the high school reunion.

I sent Harvey to bring you
a gift a green glass apple.

Yes, of course. It was lovely.

Uh-huh.

Forgive me.
Am I missing something?

Not that business
about my thank you note?

The one that got lost in the mail?
Something like that?

And when it finally got here,

it was dated three weeks after
you received our gift.

- Oh, Celia, I--
- Mrs. Fletcher...

I'll be over later to look
at those storm windows.

I'm sorry you're having
trouble with them.

Thanks, Harvey.

I told you not to
go to work for Lomax.

Mother, will you give it a rest?

Look, Celia, I really
don't know what to say

about your problem.

But four years seems
an awfully long time

to carry around
something like that.

Jessica...

I, uh...

I can have that lamp
for you tomorrow.

Thanks.

Walter, we gotta talk
about last night.

Last night?

The Sheriff found your knife

in my office by the safe.

I told him it was mine.

I'll get to the point, Walter.

Return the money immediately,

less the 1,200 that you seem
to think I owe you.

Seem to think?
Are you kidding me?

For the last six months,
I've been trying to get you

to check out the crummy job
you did and make good on it.

The engine housing
started rusting

the day you finished it,
and the hull--

Walter, what you did
last night was very stupid.

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

The cash you took.

I heard on the radio
this morning,

they said only $300 was taken.

Walter, you don't understand.

The money you took wasn't mine.

- It belongs to other people.
- Other people?

People to whom life
is very, very cheap.

People from whom
you cannot hide.

Look, Mr. Lomax, I don't know what
you've been smoking--

Get it straight, Walter.

Unless you give the money
back immediately

and swear not to breath a word

to the authorities
or anyone else,

it'll be out of my hands.

I don't know how my knife
got in your office,

and I don't have your money,
so get off my boat!

I got work to do.

You got until midnight.

Don't make another
mistake, Walter.

He ripped me off, damn it!

Look, I couldn't
take it anymore.

I even wrote to him,
like you said,

but he never returned
my letters, he never--

That's not an excuse
for stealing.

You've got to go to the Sheriff
and turn yourself in.

I don't think I can do that.

Look, I meant to take $1,200,

which is exactly
what he owes me.

You meant? What are you saying?

Well, as it turns out...

I took $900,000.

Oh, my god. The radio
said it was only--

To me, that means that he can't
admit he had all that money.

Like it's something illegal.

Yeah. And if Lomax knows

that I know he's up
to something crooked,

he also knows I could be
a potential witness against him.

Even if I called the cops,

you, me, your whole family--

None of us would be safe.

You always said my temper
would get me in trouble someday,

and now I think
I got you in it, too.

- Listen, what are we gonna do?
- I don't know.

Oh, Libby, there you are.

Hi, Jessica.

- Hello, Libby, Walter.
- Jessica.

I found your trust deed.

It's up at the front.
I made a copy for you.

Luckily, it wasn't packed yet.

Here we go.

Another few minutes,

and it would've been
lost forever.

Thanks. Hello, Harvey.

Jessica, we can't go on
meeting like this.

Is this a bunch
of stuff for mom?

Part of it. Can't believe the stuff
we're gonna throw out.

I'll grab the rest of it later.

Jessica, can I give you a lift?

Actually, no.
I have one, thanks.

You can take me over
to the new office

and pick me up there tonight.

- You're on, sis.
- Thanks.

Some little dinner party!

You've got enough here to
feed a regiment.

It does seem to be
taking on a life of its own.

I'm sure glad that
you can make it, Seth.

You're blocking traffic here.

You got any more errands,
you'll have to move it.

Traffic? Why,
it's like siesta time

south of the border!

Look, a space
just opened up up there.

Either pull it in, or I'll have to
write you a ticket.

Oh? Is the Sheriff's
Department's slush fund

running a bit dry now?

Oh, Mrs. F? I decided not to
get him that fly rod.

Adele saw a lamp
in Celia Terhune's window.

Aha. Well, that's--

Oscar Gandile?

What the hell would he be doing

in this part of the world?

Would you look at that?!

Mister! Why don't you
watch where you're going?

Hold it, take it easy.
Let me handle this.

Sir, may I see your license
and registration?

Officer, you saw
the whole thing.

That old clown started
backing up without giving a signal.

So what?

That's not the way I saw it.

Maybe you ought to
have your eyes examined.

Okay, fella, out of the car now.

What do you expect
in a backwater town like this?

Jessica?

Charlie?!

Mrs. F, you mean to tell
me you know this bozo?

You see, my client was hot
to get me started,

so I figured I'd
call you tonight.

Industrial espionage?
That's all you were told?

That and a description,
and his name, of course.

Charlie, are you in
the habit of taking jobs

on so little information?

Jessica, sometimes
all I've got to go on is this.

So, uh, this Walter Perry,

you known him a long time?

All his life.
He was orphaned at 14,

lost his parents in
an automobile wreck.

He was raised
by his grandmother,

who happened to be
a very close friend of mine.

She died a few years ago.

What kind of a kid was he?

Impulsive.

Ah. A hoodlum, you mean.

Oh, no, not really.

He got into a few scrapes
with the Sheriff,

but he settled down.

Jessica, why do I
have this feeling

that you're not giving
me all 15 chapters on this guy?

Well, you aren't telling me
who you're working for.

Touche.

Okay, suppose I did.

Would you then give me
the full scoop on Walter Perry?

Well, that might depend
on who your client is.

Aha. There, you see?

Charlie, I'm fond of Walter,

also of his fiancee,

and I don't want to see them
get into trouble or be the cause of it.

You know what I think?

I think this kid is already in
a lot of trouble.

And I think you know a lot more
than you're letting on.

Excuse me.

Hi, Jessica. I don't mean to
interrupt anything,

but I thought I ought
to let you know.

I tried to talk Mr. Lomax

into replacing
your storm windows,

but he said no. The warranty's
run out. I'm really sorry.

Well, thank you, Harvey.

It's too bad that he won't
stand behind what he sells,

but I'm sure you did your best.

He's not in a very good mood.

That burglary last night
has him pretty wound up.

You'd think somebody stole
the crown jewels.

Industrial espionage?

What, you got
blueprints around here

for a better downspout?
Are you kidding me?

Sanford, knowing you,

the only secrets around here

are how much you're stealing
from your customers,

unless, of course, you're
still doing your old tricks,

little jobs for the wiseguys
from Chicago.

No, no, I put that
all behind me.

Hey, no more smoke town.

You didn't drag me
all the way up here

because you trust me
or for my looks.

Charlie, you're making it
more complicated than it is.

If I had to guess,
you figured that,

by the time I put it
all together,

that kid who burglarized
your joint last night

would lead me to what he took.

I'd come back here, tell you,

be on my way to Chicago,

and then you'd do him, right?

Have I got the lyrics right?

'Cause I gotta
tell you something,

I'm not too anxious to
become an accessory.

Damn it, Charlie, you're,

- you're way off track.
- I am, huh?

Well, why don't you, uh,

why don't you prove
me wrong, huh?

All right.

All right, I got
this small subcontract

from an outfit that works
for the Pentagon.

We're talking
insignificant here.

Like widgets, for God's sake.

Anyway, there was a few pages

of classified material

that these people weren't
even supposed to let me see,

but they did. And I stashed it
in my petty cash box.

Now, if word gets out,
they're in trouble,

and I'm in bigger trouble.

That's it, Charlie,
I swear, all of it.

Okay. Okay, I'm sold.

I'm sorry I gave you
such a bad time.

No problem.
The important thing now

is to get back
on the kid's tail.

I don't think he's gonna
make a move until tonight.

Right.

Oh. Uh...

there is one little thing.

I don't know how
important this is,

but do you know there's
another guy tailing Walter Perry?

You're serious?

Yeah. And I recognized him.

Oscar Gandile. He's a button man

for the Kempinsky
Organization in Chicago.

You know anything about that?

Got me.

Right.

Mr. Lomax? About Mrs. Fletcher's
storm windows,

I really think--
Not now, Terhune.

And then I find out that
my guy is following your guy.

Joseph, I told you
I'd take care of it myself.

There was no need
to send somebody else.

If there were no need, Lomax,
he wouldn't be out there.

All right, fine.
Have it your way.

But if it gets screwed up
because of this,

it won't be my fault.

Interesting logic, friend.

I was under the impression
it was my money...

and you managed to lose it.

You tell your man
to stay out of Oscar's way.

Walter Perry? An industrial spy?

Come on, Mrs. F. My guess is

your buddy Garrett's
pulling your leg.

And the fact that Sanford Lomax
is all freaked out,

well, hey, people
have all kinds of reactions

to getting robbed.

Isn't this kind of knife
used for scaling fish?

Yeah, Lomax's hobby is fishing.

Listen, Mrs. F, just how tight
are you and Garrett?

Oh, I know him just casually.

I met him in Miami. Why?

Chicago, Los Angeles,

Coral City, Florida--

The police don't have a lot
of great things to say about him.

Doesn't surprise me one bit.

I sensed something
unwholesome about him

the first time
I set eyes on him.

Charlie always had a penchant

for ruffling official feathers.

Ruffling? Try yanking
them out by the handful.

Resisting arrest,
lying to an officer,

contempt of court,

not to mention a half a dozen
bunco charges.

You know, Mort,
I may be imagining things,

but Walter's grandmother
was a very dear friend of mine.

I'll talk to him. Look, Mrs. F,

I've got to speak to you
in private about the, uh--

Wait a minute!

This dinner party?
All this secrecy?

These preparations?
You two wouldn't be conjuring up

some sort of celebration,
would you?

Celebration?

You know, like a birthday party.

For whom? For whom? For me-um!

Oh! Oh, yes, of course.

It's the 21st, isn't it?

Oh, Seth, I'm terribly sorry,

but I guess back there
you made such a point

about hating birthdays

that I just put it
out of my mind.

Good, good.
For once, you listened.

Excuse me, Sheriff.
I just got a call

from Mrs. Hubbard
over on Oak Street.

Somebody trashed her apartment

and one of her tenants.

She said
Walter Perry's apartment

was a bigger mess than hers.

And you've got no idea
who did this to your boat, either?

Look, I just want to get
my hands on whoever did this.

I gotta get over
the my apartment

and take a look at the damage.

Walter, let me
ask you a question.

Were you anywhere near
Lomax sheet metal

about 10:30 last night?

What are you talking
about, Sheriff?

Your beef with Lomax.

You even complained to me,
and anyone else who'd listen,

about the money
you were convinced he owed you.

By any chance, did you break
into his place last night

to even the score?

I was home watching TV

and I don't like being
accused of being a thief.

Let me give you
a piece of advice.

Maybe you ought to
give some thought

to the kind of
people who did this.

Next time, they won't stop

at busting up your apartment
and your boat.

All right, Sheriff,
I'll think about it. Thanks.

Hey, Sheriff.

Well?

Honestly, are you
saying that Walter

is in some kind of danger?

He very well could be.

Sheriff, I don't know.

Libby, you change your mind,
you call me, okay?

Libby, what was that about?

Nothing.

That business with Walter?

He's got himself in some
kind of trouble again?

Mother, please, I really don't want
to talk about this now.

That nice Caleb Hawkins.

I understand
he's got a real good job

over in Bridgton.

Mom, I really think
you should just let it be.

Oh, Harvey...

I just want your lives
to be better than mine.

I know you do, mom.

I know.

I tried to trace that knife,
but no luck.

I would swear in court that
when I saw Walter this morning,

his knife sheath was empty,

and it was about the same size.

But why would Lomax
tell me it was his?

I don't know.
But let's say that he knew

that it belonged to Walter.

That'd mean he had
to realize that Walter was the thief.

So why wouldn't he just tell me?

I'm not sure. Unless...

unless Walter
took something that--

That Lomax didn't want
made public, right?

He might try to get it
back from Walter

without bringing you into it.

Like searching his boat
and his apartment.

If we're right, what did Walter take,
and how do we find out?

How much do you know
about Sanford Lomax?

Not that much. He set up
shop here a couple of years ago.

From Chicago, wasn't he?

Yeah. You think that's who
Garrett's working for?

I'd bet my next royalty check

that your old buddy
from the Chicago P.D.

who filled us in on Charlie,

- perhaps he's heard of Lomax?
- Good idea.

And then I want to have
some words with Mr. Garrett.

Not as badly as I do.

Oscar.

What do you say, Charlie?

I'll start with
how surprised I am

they let you out so late.

Heh heh. Cute.

Uhh!

850, $900!

$885.

Estimates to repair
a dented fender.

You'd think I was
trying to restore a classic.

Yes, would you try Mr. Garrett's
room for me, please?

And when you get that gentlemen,

will you please remind him

that my insurance premiums

will probably be going sky-high,

all because he didn't watch
where he was going.

Good morning, Jessica.

Dr. Hazlitt, how are you?
Good to see you.

Hey, I brought you
some jelly donuts.

First he bangs into my car,

now he's trying to kill me.

Charlie, I have been trying
to reach you since last night.

I got in too late
to call you back.

Peering over transoms, no doubt.

By the look of your chin,
I expect someone caught you.

My stepladder collapsed.

I know you're working
for Sanford Lomax.

Jessica, I can explain--

No more deception. Now, look,

I have known Walter Perry
since he was born,

and I am very concerned
about him.

I want to know exactly why Lomax
has you following Walter

and what it is that
Walter took from him.

And don't tell me
industrial secrets.

Okay, look, I can't get squat
out of Lomax, honest.

Well, that's too bad.
I'm really concerned

about Walter's fiancee as well.

I am, too. That's exactly why
I came over here.

I thought maybe you might've
picked up something

that we could go to
the Sheriff with.

Hello?

Yeah, he's right here.
I'll put him on.

Oh, dear.

Who?

Where?

Yes, I'll tell him, Sheriff.

That was one of the more
cryptic conversations

I've ever heard.

Tell me who, what, where.

Mort needs you to take
a look at a body.

They don't know who it is,

but he was murdered
in the Old Town Records Office...

apparently sometime
late last night.

Well, that's not exactly
my department.

Um, look, I've gotta run.
I'll talk to you later.

Keep in touch, Charlie.

Oh, I will, I will.

Well...

Ballpark, I'd say 1 to 5 a.m.

I meant in the ballpark, Doc.

Doc, I'm not a pathologist.

He's got zero I.D.
not even clothing tags.

And the serial numbers
have been filed off his gun.

What do you suppose
a guy like that

was doing here in Cabot Cove?

In the Town's Records
Office, too.

In the middle of the night.

Okay, so he's looking
for some records.

So who killed him? Somebody who
didn't want the records found,

the burglar, what?

Mr. Charles Garrett
does leap to mind.

Did you happen to find anything

that might've been used
to force this lock?

Nada. Looks like it
might've been a crowbar.

The killer probably grabbed it,
killed the victim

and then just took off with it.

Unless this is
the murder weapon.

Hey, that looks
like blood. And hair.

Not much good
for jimmying a door.

Libby, does this
look familiar to you?

I think it's the one that's
been in the office for years.

Okay, Andy, bag it and
we'll send it down to forensics.

Mrs. F, do I detect
some wheels turning?

"Creaking" might more
accurately describe it.

No, I was just thinking,
suppose the victim

wasn't the first one to enter.

Somebody else breaks in here,

this guy follows him. They...

Okay, Mrs. F.
Your buddy Garrett,

a fourth-rate PI

and our gun-toting
victim out there,

you don't come up with
match-ups like that very often.

- Have you heard from him?
- Yes.

And I have a feeling
he doesn't have an alibi.

Andy, put out an
all-points on Garrett,

wanted for questioning
in a homicide, etc., etc.

Sheriff, I don't believe
that Charlie is a murderer.

Oh, hold that thought, Mrs. F.

There's always a chance
that wishing will make it so.

Libby, I really--

Jessica, I don't know
anything about this.

And I don't know
where Walter is.

Sheriff, your friend in Chicago,

did you hear back from him?

Yes. Lomax was clean.
There was a buzz

about him having
a mob connection,

but nothing they could confirm.

Kempinsky's coming here?
Oh, great.

When's his flight get in?

Just a second.

Mrs. Fletcher, I can't deal

with your storm windows today.

This hasn't got anything to do

with storm windows.

I'm here about Walter Perry

and whatever it is that is
going on between you two.

I'll get back to you.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I think you do.

I'm not sure why
Walter robbed you,

but apparently he stole
more than he bargained for,

a great deal more.

Look, I don't have
time for this.

In fact, so much more

that people are
getting killed for it.

And since Walter
seems too terrified

to ask the authorities
for protection from you,

I suspect that this
has something to do

with those alleged
mob connections.

All right, Mrs. Fletcher,

let's get real
about this, shall we?

If you're as concerned
about Walter as you claim to be,

then you had better
listen to me very, very carefully.

First of all, I know nothing

about the man who was
killed last night.

`Secondly, Walter is not
in any danger from me.

On the other hand, if you
don't get your nose out of it,

and quickly, you could
be putting him at risk

from people that I have
absolutely no control over.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

I think I do, Mr. Lomax.

Good. And in case
you decide to tell the Sheriff

or anyone else
about this conversation,

I will deny that it
ever took place.

And you may actually
be increasing the risk

to Mr. Perry.

All right. Now I'd like you

to understand
something, Mr. Lomax.

I don't, for one minute, believe

that you don't know anything
about last night's murder.

And as far as
Walter Perry is concerned,

it might be wise
of you to remember

that being an accessory
to violent acts...

also carries
a long prison sentence.

Now, that is one gutsy broad.

None of this surprises me,
not one bit.

I've been telling her
Walter was no good.

And now...

Celia, I really didn't
mean to alarm you.

I was just hoping that Libby
might've given you some idea

about what was going on.

Mrs. F, Celia, Harvey.

Any chance I can talk
to your daughter, ma'am?

I haven't seen her
since morning. Why?

What is it, Sheriff?

The, uh... the murder weapon...

that hammer. The only
fingerprints we found on it

belonged to Walter Perry.

I knew it. Now he's
killed her, too.

Mom, that's not
necessarily true.

Harvey's right, Celia.

The victim, have they
identified who it is?

Oscar James Gandile, age 24...

reputed member
of a Chicago crime family.

And Charlie,
have they found him?

Vanished, just like Walter.

Checked outta his room at
the Hill House first thing this morning.

He won't get far, though.

The APB should be
picking him up any time.

Metzger. Yeah, well, nice try.

Let's just stay with it.

Well, we seem to be
batting 1.000.

I sent Andy to pick up
Lomax for questioning,

and now he's disappeared.

Libby, last night,
I had it figured.

I was halfway ready
to grab the money,

turn it over to the Sheriff

and hope he could figure out
a way to protect us.

But now this guy's
been murdered for it,

and next I think
it's gonna be us.

Oh, Walter.
What are we gonna do?

Get the money
and get out of here fast.

Change our appearances,
whatever it takes.

But first we gotta
figure out who's got it.

And the only thing
that makes sense to me

is that it's someone who knew
about it in the first place.

The Chi-town guy was killed.

That pretty much leaves Lomax.

What about that other fella
that was following you?

I don't think so.
When I came out of there,

he was laying in the alley.

Somebody must've slugged him.

Lomax must've seen me go into
your office with the backpack

and leave without it.

Sweetheart, listen,
I've got a little money--

Libby, we don't have a choice.

Now, I've got to corner Lomax

so he can give me
that bundle of money.

Take the truck, drive up to
Benson's Woods,

lock yourself in and
stay there until I get there.

And I will get there.

You have my word.

I resent this, Joseph?

You resent?

I have to come
all the way from Chicago

to fix what Oscar could've
taken care of in ten minutes...

if you and that lowlife Garrett
hadn't screwed this up.

I couldn't have done worse
if I'd taken my money

and throw it in
the damn washing machine.

I'll have it for you tomorrow,

the latest, I promise.

Uh-huh.

You know what my take is, Lomax?

You popped Oscar

and then glommed my 900 large.

What do you think of that?

I think you're out of your mind.

Garrett killed him,

and it's the fisherman
who's got your money.

Let's not get excited here.
I was fond of Oscar.

But Oscar's replaceable.

But my money...
is another matter.

So I want it now.

So do I!

I figure he's got it
right, Mr. Lomax.

I'm sorry I ever met you.

I'm sorrier still
I did what I did.

But I need that money
now, all of it!

Police! Don't even blink.

Andy, you read these
gentlemen their rights.

You have the right
to remain silent...

So what happened
to the 900 grand?

I'm telling you, Mrs. F,
it really killed me

to have to let Kempinsky
and his bodyguard go

along with Lomax.

But, thanks to Walter here
refusing to say anything,

there was nothing I could
really hold them on.

Look, Walter, I'm gonna
tell you this one last time.

We want to help you.
But this murder rap,

you'll take the fall
unless you talk to us.

I didn't kill anybody.

Mort, wouldn't the Federal Witness
Protection Program

shield Walter from reprisals?

Sure, a new identity, the whole shot.
Happens all the time.

And Libby and her family?

I'm quite sure that
something can be arranged.

Okay.

Libby's up in Benson's Woods.

Right, I understand that.

That's when you put the money
in the filing cabinet?

Exactly.
I had it in my backpack,

and I figured I had
to hide it somewhere

until I figured out
what I was gonna do.

Then I saw those
old file cabinets,

and Libby's already
removed the files

and they were gonna take
the files to the new office,

so I thought,
"who'd look there?"

But later that night,

when you broke
into Libby's office,

you discovered that
the $900,000 was gone.

Totally.

And then I heard this noise.

Someone else came
into the office towards where I was,

and a sound,
like somebody getting hit.

I heard something fall,
then footsteps, then silence.

After a minute, I worked up
the courage to look.

There was this guy's body.

I picked up the hammer,
and then I realized what happened.

I just tossed it
into the planter

and ran out of there.

And that... that was that.

So who's got the money?

Well, the killer, most likely.

Look, Walter, there's
still the matter

of your fingerprints
all over the murder weapon,

plus the fact I don't think you want
to be running around out there

until this is settled.
Same thing goes for you, Libby.

With Kempinsky and his goon
running around out there,

I think you might be safer
spending the night here.

Thanks, Sheriff.

We'll look after your mother
and Harvey as well.

So, Mrs. F, got any ideas?

Not at the moment, Mort.

Well, I really think
you're gonna hate mine.

Charlie Garrett.

Charlie Garrett.

Hiya, Jessica.

I'm sorry to startle you.

It's nice to know
there's still places

where people don't have
to lock their doors.

All right, Charlie.

I want some answers,

and I suspect that
you have most of them.

Me? Why do you say that?

That was your bug under the edge

of Sanford Lomax's desk,
wasn't it?

Me and electronic gadgets,

one day, I'm gonna
get the hang of them.

Who took the money, Charlie?

And who killed
that Gandile fella?

Jessica, I wish to hell I knew.

I saw Walter Perry
go into the records office,

but that's when
Gandile popped me.

And that's all I know, honest.

Listen, I'm starving to death.

Got anything to eat?
Some crackers or something?

There's an apple
in the bowl over there.

You'll find a knife
in the drawer.

The Sheriff's got half
the law enforcement people

in the state of Maine
looking for you.

How did you manage
to avoid them?

It's called self-preservation.

Now, I know what you think
of this Walter Perry,

And I know how you believe in him.
I want to help.

I'm sure you've got some
thoughts on the subject.

Jessica, what is it?

Charlie...

I think I know
who killed Mr. Gandile

and who took the money.

You do? Who?

Only I'm not sure
that we can prove it.

Look, I need for you
to make a phone call,

to set things up,

and then I will alert
Sheriff Metzger.

Ah. Let me call
the Sheriff, will you?

I want to get on his good side.

And who else do you
want me to call?

Glad you could join us.

Jessica. But you aren't, uh--

Joseph Kempinsky.
No, no, that was me.

You can blame Jessica.
She told me to make the call.

The money, Harvey.

It was the paper cutter,

the one Libby put aside
for your mother,

the one you brought back
to her shop.

I didn't remember that
I'd seen it before, or where,

till Walter told us how
he concealed his backpack

behind the file drawer that
contained the paper cutter.

I'd noticed it in the office.

And then, when
I sliced the apple--

It reminded me of Celia
using the paper cutter

to cut that piece of cardboard,

and then I remembered
you telling Libby

you'd come back later for the rest
of those discarded office supplies.

And when I took
the paper cutter,

that's when I happened
to see Walter's backpack

way down in the back.

I saw what was in it,
and I was about to take it,

when one of the movers
came toward me.

So you waited till that night
and went back there.

Okay, yes, I took the money,

but I didn't kill anyone.

But you did, Harvey.

And I'm sure when Sheriff Metzger
sends your clothing

to the State Police lab,

they'll find traces
of Mr. Gandile's blood on it.

Oh... God.

I mean, I...

I didn't mean to do it.

He was going for his gun.

I'd borrowed Libby's key,
and I let myself in.

And I had just taken the money,

and suddenly I hear
someone breaking in.

That would've been Walter.

Then suddenly
this other guy shows up.

He saw me. He was gonna kill me.

I had to do something.

Wait a minute. You know anything
about Lomax's sideline?

No, not really.
I mean, I had a hunch.

We weren't doing
enough business around here

to pay for those weekend trips
he'd take to the Caribbean.

I... I never meant to mess up
my life like this.

The money...

it wasn't worth it.

Well, Harv, let me help
you save some of that grief.

Jessica, I knew if anybody
could lead me to the brass ring,

it would be you. Thank you.

Oh, Charlie,
are you going somewhere?

About as far as
900 grand will take me.

Oh, but you can't.

Hey, often in one lifetime

does a kid from
Stony Island Avenue

get his hands on
almost a million bucks

that nobody will claim
that they own?

Yes, but they'll come after you.
You'll be a hunted man.

Thank you for worrying about me.

But I'll think of something.

Sheriff Metzger's
gonna be here any second.

Oh, I forgot to
tell you about that.

You know that call
I made to him? I faked it.

I had a feeling you would.

So I called him myself
from my living room.

Everything under control
here, Mrs. F?

Oh, I'd say so.

Wouldn't you, Charlie?

Go for it, Doc!

Speech, speech, speech!

Thank you.

I just want to say
how sweet it is

to have friends like all of you,

and how much I appreciate
your thoughtful gifts,

especially those
of Jessica and Mort,

who seem to be coming from
pretty much the same place.

And, Mort, didn't I hear
that Sanford Lomax

has turned state's evidence?

Yeah, this morning.
Gotta hand it to you, Garrett.

Because of Lomax and those tapes
you lifted off your bug,

Federal Prosecutors feel like they have
enough on Joseph Kempinsky

and his entire organization
to put 'em out of business

and behind bars
for some heavy-duty time.

Then Walter and Libby
won't have to go

into the Witness
Protection Program?

The county prosecutors
have agreed to drop

the breaking-and-entering
charges... this time.

Never again. I'm cured.

By the way, Mr. Garrett,
thanks for the cash!

I think it'll just about
cover my car repairs.

Well, it was the least
thing I could do, Doc.

Now, are you gonna
take pictures of this?

Or are you gonna cut that cake?

Cash?

Charlie, you told me
you were broke.

I just took a little
expense money.

Anyway, the jury's gonna
believe that Kempinsky

exaggerated
by a couple of grand.

Tell me the truth.
Considering all the risks,

you wouldn't have really taken
all that money, would you?

Of course not.

I mean, it isn't as if $900,000
is what it used to be.