All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S01E05.It s.A.Dog s.Life.

Ha!

[horse neighs]

You cannot possibly believe
that a dog is capable of murder?

Selfish relatives. All they ever
wanted from him, was his money.

This is insane. Teddy's a dog.

[dog growls]

Teddy's gone completely mad.

He went for my horse
and then me.

Oh my God! There goes the will!

Over my dead body, it is.

Sir, I have little use
for theories,

private or otherwise.

My first real ghost
and no one will believe me.

Which means that the killer
had to be someone in this house.

That's the kind of thing
I have in mind.

[light orchestral music playing]

[songbird singing]

[birds chirping]
[nickering]

[sinister music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[snorts]

[lively orchestral music]
[chattering]

[hearty laughter]

[Trish] Well, how about a toast
for later?

[Spence] Anthony,
we're awfully sorry

your wife couldn't make it.
Aren't we, Trish?

Pay no attention
to my brother.

Now that spence is unemployed,

he can't bear to see anyone
having a good time.

Matter of fact...

[inaudible speech]
Oh, Trish.

Don't be flattered.
She says that to all the boys.

[Trish] Oh, spence, stuff it!

[Echo] Are we having a good fight?

Echo, why don't you go play
with your electronic toys

like a good little girl?

My little niece here
is into electronic music.

Tweeters, woofers, heavy metal.

It still sounds
like cats in heat.

And so do you, Aunt Trish.

[Spence] Ladies, please.

Please, let's pretend
to be civilized,

if not for my sake,
at least for father's.

Come along, Anthony.

[chuckles] Whatever will she do

if the world runs out
of married men?

Well, laugh all you like,

but your aunt desperately
needs treatment.

[Morgana] Who needs treatment,
dear brother?

My astral projectionist

puts all these phony
psychiatrists to shame.

Morgana, try to pretend
like you're on the same planet.

[Spence] At least today.

[Denton] Now, there's a painter
who knew his horseflesh.

Look at those withers.

Not that I spend a lot of time
eyeing horses.

[Jessica] Careful, Denton.
They warned me about you.

Good, good.
My reputation's well-earned.

To life, love and a nice set
of withers.

Let's freshen up that drink.

[chuckling] You know, I never
realized a hunt breakfast

required so much, uh,
liquid refreshment.

Only way to get those milksops
over the first fence.

Tom?
[Tom] Eh, good morning.

Tom, meet Jessica Fletcher.
She's here for a visit.

Sharing the cottage
with her cousin.

Jessica, my old drinking buddy,
Tom Cassidy.

-Well...
-How do you do?

Abby's told me a lot about you,
Mrs. Fletcher.

A great honor to meet
a world-famous writer.

Oh, but an infamous rider,
I'm afraid.

Oh, please call me Jessica.

Don't go sweet on him, Jess.
I'm the one with the bucks.

All poor Tom's got is that
miserable 600 acres next door.

Aw, poor me.
Can I get you a refill?

Oh, uh, another one of these.
Thank you. Coffee.

Morning, Abby.
[Abby] Hello.

Just trying to soften up
your cousin with a few drinks.

-But gettin' nowhere.
-Now, Denton,

don't be an old lech.

Oh, isn't she wonderful?

[Denton] She expects
an old fellow like me

-to start an orgy right away!
-You're always making fun of me.

How am I supposed
to get any work done?

Well, you've trained every
other animal on this place.

I guess all we've got left
is Denton.

[Denton] She'll have
my guernseys

jumping through hoops
before that happens.

Well, how about a toast?

[Spence] A toast!
What a marvelous idea.

To father,
on his 80th birthday.

And many more, daddy.

Where's that damn dog of mine?
Teddy!

[bright music playing]
[barking]

[chuckling] Oh.

[Denton] Come on, Teddy.

Teddy. Teddy.

Ladies and gentlemen,
to horse.

[horse neighing]
Good morning, Spence.

Trish, you shouldn't be
riding in your condition.

It's dangerous to the horse.

[Trish] Go away.

Why don't you go kiss up
to father

while you've got the chance?

[Trish] The day he goes,
honey, so do you.

What was that all about?

Around here, some of the
real beasts walk on two legs.

[Denton] Jessica, Abby,
over here.

Ladies, I've picked out
your horses for you.

Oh, well, this old gray
looks just about my speed.

[Denton] Sawdust?
He's too ancient

for anyone but me.

[intercom buzzing]
Hasn't broken out of a trot

in years.

Barnes, we're ready to go.
Open the gates!

[Barnes] Very good, Sir.
[lively music playing]

[dogs barking]

Why don't you go ahead?
It can't be much fun

poking along
with an old fellow like me.

I wish you'd stop
calling yourself old.

Ahh, if I were
30 years younger.

[chuckling]
Hee-yah! Hee-yah!

Sawdust! Sawdust!
[neighing]

[tense music playing]
[Denton] Whoa! Easy, boy!

[Abby] Denton!

Whoa! Damn it!

[Abby] Denton! Hold him!
Rein him in!

[barking]

Whoa! Damn it!

[Denton screams] Tallyho!

[Denton grunts]
[Abby] Denton! Denton!

[horse neighs]

[Teddy whimpering]
[gasps]

[whimpering continues]

[indistinct talking
over police radio]

Anything I can do for you,
Mrs. Fletcher?

That's very kind,
but I'll look after my cousin.

[wistful music playing]

Oh, Tom!

Let's go sit down, huh?

[indistinct talking
over police radio]

Terrible accident, Tom.
Just terrible.

But your boy had a full life.

I don't think he wanted
to take that jump.

I know he didn't. He was under
doctor's orders to take it easy.

Well, Denton was always
a wild one.

And I guess he just got
carried away at the excitement,

-Miss...
-Fletcher.

He was carried away all right.
By a runaway horse.

-Are you the vet?
-Yes, ma'am.

[Tom] Found the horse yet?

He's halfway over
the next county by now,

but he'll come home
when he calms down a bit.

Look, I don't wanna be
a pest about this,

but isn't there a test
that could be made on the horse?

-Test?
-Jessica and Abby saw that horse

take off like Seabiscuit
coming down the home stretch.

Now that doesn't sound
like Sawdust.

A calm old horse like that
doesn't suddenly go wild.

Just what are you suggesting?
Foul play?

[sinister music playing]

[Jessica] I was so certain
there was something wrong

with that horse.
I feel so foolish.

-But tests don't lie.
-Don't they?

It was hours
before they found him,

and there are drugs
that leave no trace.

-Abby!
-It's wrong, Jess.

His death is wrong.

He was such a wonderful person.

But he was so unhappy
underneath it all.

Because of them,
those selfish relatives.

All they ever wanted from him
was his money.

And now they'll get it.

I wouldn't put it past
any of them.

Abby, I know
how you felt about him.

What do you mean?

Abby.

I... admired him very much.

Would you like me to stay here
with you a little longer?

Would you, Jess?

Oh, just till after
the will is read.

I'd just feel so much better
if you were here.

Oh, of course.

[melancholic music playing]

You could add some orange juice
to that and call it breakfast.

Where is Boswell? He should have
been here three minutes ago.

Well, you're not nervous,
are you, little sister?

You're breaking out.

-I, I keep thinkin'...
-what?

Father's gonna pull a fast one?
Don't be ridiculous.

Have you noticed
who's not here, spence?

-"Miss stable nanny."
-Abby?

No.
[chuckles]

No, he wouldn't do--

[Morgana] Spencer!
What now, Morgana?

Spence, the tea leaves! Look.

Yes?

-But don't you see?
-See what?

Oh, for God's sakes.
[doorbell chiming]

[Marcus] Spencer.

Please accept
my heartfelt sympathy.

Greenville won't be the same
without Denton Langley.

Thank you, Marcus.
We're all devastated by the loss.

Oh, hello there, Echo. I...

I'm sorry that we have
to meet again

under such sad circumstances.

Funny. That's what
the undertaker said.

Yes.

Well, as Denton's attorney,
I'd best get down to business.

What's that, a movie?

No, Trish. This is, uh,
the latest in will technology.

[Denton on TV] Greetings,
friends... and kinfolk.

I went to a lot of trouble

putting this
little show together,

so I hope you all enjoy it.

By the way,
this is all legal as hell,

so don't get any funny ideas.

Since I know you're all there,
waiting breathlessly,

i think I'll prolong
the suspense with a parting word

to each of you.

Spencer, it's too bad they
keep blowing up your clients.

But I never thought
lobbying for dictators

a decent job for you.

But then, what is?

As for you, baby Trish,

you were always
your mother's spoiled child.

I'm glad she can't see you now,

guzzling martinis the way
you used to suck up root beer,

collecting men instead of dolls.

Find a nicer hobby, honey.

This one's not only unseemly,
it's dangerous.

Morgana, you're not a bad woman.
You've just got no common sense.

Come in
out of your fantasy world

and face your problems, such as
that mixed-up daughter of yours.

Hello, Echo.

Is there something stirring

underneath that
unique haircut of yours?

You'll never know, old man.

[Denton] Well, so much
for fond farewells.

Now to business.

Boswell's got the usual
"sound mind" claptrap

written down someplace.

So, here's what
you all came for.

I know my old friend tom
is here.

Tom, boy,
i'm going to miss you.

Remember that old shotgun
you always liked?

Well, it's yours.

There's a cash gift
for each of the staff.

Barnes gets something extra
for guarding all the paintings.

By the way, those now go
to the national gallery.

That's right, children.

A fast three million in oils
now on their way to Washington.

The rest of my estate, built
with my brains and my sweat,

comes to about 15 million.

It takes a sound mind
and good judgment

to handle that much money.

Maybe even a good nature.
So that lets out all of you.

Therefore...

except for a modest
family trust,

the whole shebang...

goes to my faithful friend
and companion...

Teddy.

[silly music playing]
[Teddy barks]

Of all the dirty tricks!
Damn it, Boswell!

I may faint.

This is insane!
Teddy's a dog!

Boswell, we're gonna
break that will.

Oh, no! No, no. I'm afraid
you won't break the will.

You see, I helped him write it.

There's a clause here
that if you challenge it,

it cuts you out completely.

[Teddy whimpers]

[Marcus] Oh, don't even
consider that.

If Teddy dies of anything
but natural causes,

every dime goes to the spca.

[Teddy barks]

Hello. Ethan?

Ethan, it looks like I may not
be home for a few more days.

Well, Abby is very upset.

Well, she's convinced
that someone murdered Denton.

Well, I'm afraid she just
might be right.

No, your wings are far too tight.

A pat on the head
is more effective

than a kick in the teeth.

Don't give me any ideas.

Young lady, it's high time
you learned some manners.

It's high time
you learned your place!

If you think you're going
to chase me away, Trish,

-you're wrong.
-[Spence] That's enough, Abby!

You're here to train the horse,
not the rider!

[Trish] Spencer, I want her off
the property... immediately.

You're not my employer,
either of you.

Teddy is! Only Marcus Boswell
can fire me.

And I have no intention
of leaving till I find out

what really happened here!

You've been making some
very serious accusations,

Miss Freestone. If I were you,
I'd be careful. Very careful!

[sinister music playing]

You really should
be careful, Abby.

I'm not afraid of Spencer.

I was thinking more of Trish.

Her gemini is in the ascendant.

Your capricorn
is at a very low ebb.

And last night,

three owls were seen
in a black oak tree.

Am I supposed to be
frightened by that?

The signs are there
for the reading.

[horse neighing]

[neighing]
[Teddy barking]

What are you doing
to that dog? Teddy, sit!

[Abby] Sit!

Good boy! Sit!

That damned dog
has got to be put down!

-Spencer, what happened?
-Teddy's gone completely mad!

He went for my horse
and then me.

Which showed
perfectly good sense.

Giving this stuff to a dog

is like feeding locoweed
to a horse.

Uh, excuse me,
but whatever that is,

would it have the same effect
on a horse?

You mean sawdust?

No, I found no trace
in the horse.

-So, who'd he bite?
-No one.

Spencer and his horse
weren't even touched.

[vet] I'm sorry, miss Abby,
but he bit something.

There's blood all over
his collar.

[whimpering]

-[Potts] That's the dog, Sheriff!
-[sheriff] Are you sure?

I swear to it!
He got me down, tore my arm!

-He oughta be put away!
-I agree!

You would.

[whimpers]

Abby, Marcus Boswell here.

Yes, Mr. Boswell.

[Marcus] Well, it took my
entire bag of tricks

to get Teddy released
on his own recognizance.

But you can pick him up

at the Sheriff's office
anytime you want.

Thank heavens.

[Marcus] And you'll be happy
to know he wasn't rabid.

-Are they sure?
-They're positive.

Potts hasn't died.
[chuckles]

Well, thanks so much
Mr. Boswell.

Teddy's coming home.

Abby, I really think you should
come back with me to maine.

The maples are turning,
and it's so--

Jessica, please don't treat me
like a mental patient.

Well, you must admit
you're not yourself.

Well, isn't that
understandable,

with a murderer on the loose?

Well, we simply have no proof
one way or the other.

And that's what's so unsettling
for both of us.

Abby, tell me
about this man Potts.

-He's a notorious liar.
-Oh, I gathered that.

Maybe what he really wants
is to win a big lawsuit

against the Langley estate.

Oh, how awful.
He might start an epidemic.

You know, I think
we should talk to Mr. Boswell.

Mmm, he seems to have done
very well by the Langley estate.

Face it, Marcus,

I could drive a freight train
through that loophole.

Well, Abby, miss Fletcher.

Yes, but have your clients
considered the risks first,

Gary? You know, it could be
a long and bloody battle.

[chuckles] Let's, uh...

let's hit the ball around
next time I'm in D.C.

[door clicks shut]
Hello.

[sniggers]

Good-bye, Marcus.
[phone ringing]

Morgana.

-Well, uh, ladies, please.
-Oh. Thank you.

Mr. Boswell,
it's your broker.

It's the third time
he's called today.

Tell him I'm tied up, please.

-Come in. Come in.
-Thanks.

Sit down, please.

Ah, I assume
that this means Morgana

plans to challenge
Denton's will.

Yes. Yes. Afraid so.
They're all in on it.

And the gentleman from D.C.?

Gary deems. His speciality
is breaking wills.

[chuckles]

But, uh, ladies,
don't you worry about that.

I may be a country boy, but, uh,

I have a few tricks
up my sleeve.

[Marcus] Now, what can I do
for the two of you?

[Marcus] Oh, uh, I beg
your pardon, the three of you.

[chuckles] I can't get used
to a client who doesn't talk.

Well, we're actually curious
about that man Potts.

Has he filed a suit
against Teddy?

Yes, well, he's making noises,
but I intend to head him off.

I intend that every quick-draw
attorney around here

is gonna know that this dog
is no pussycat.

[Marcus] That right, Teddy?

But Mr. Boswell,
just how vulnerable is the will?

[Marcus] Well, a good will
can stand up

to famine, fire,
pestilence. But, uh...

[Jessica] But Mr. Deems
has found a loophole?

[Marcus] More like a rathole!

Yes, you see, his...
his angle is...

the question of "sound mind."

Well, nonsense. Denton Langley's
mind was as sound as anyone's.

Oh, yes! Yes, I know about
Denton's mind,

but, uh, what about his?

-Teddy?
-[Marcus] Yes, you see,

if a court declares that dog
mentally incompetent, well...

that's ridiculous.

[Marcus] Yes, of course
it's ridiculous,

but it might take a lot of years
in court to prove it.

[intercom buzzes]
Excuse me.

Yes?
[secretary] I'm sorry, Sir.

It's your broker.
He insists on speaking to you.

Yes. Put him on.

Hey, Jim boy.

How you doin',
you old son of a gun?

Is that right?

Uh-huh.

Yes. Well, you know
I'm already up to--

[Marcus] All right, Jim boy,
I'll get you a check off today.

Mm-hmm. Yes. Yes. And this time
I'll even put a stamp on it.

So long.

Ladies, never, never...

buy any stock
touted by Spencer Langley.

Dumbest thing I ever did.

My only consolation is that he
bought even more of it himself.

Oh? Spencer's in debt?

Right up to his Adam's apple.

[light music playing]

[Teddy whimpering,
scratching on door]

[chuckling]
Back again just like clockwork.

[grunts] You know you're safe
in here, don't ya, hmm?

I'm gonna miss ya, Teddy.

When those paintings go next
week, so do I.

[Teddy whimpering]
[Barnes] Here comes trouble.

[sinister music playing]
Oh, that darn fool, Trish.

She shouldn't be allowed
to drive.

Some night she's gonna
smack into the gate.

Sh-she can hardly stand up.

[buzzing]
Drunk again.

[Barnes] Well, I... I'd better
see if she's all right.

A wonder she got home
in one piece.

Okay, Teddy watch the place
while I'm gone, huh?

[crickets chirping]
[birds twittering]

[sinister music playing]

What the...

Oh, my God.
[dramatic music playing]

Trish! Get up! Get up!

[scraping noise]

[whimpering]

[indistinct talking
over police radio]

Be skeptical. Say I'm crazy.
But I really saw it.

-What, the accident?
-No.

My dear sister's ghost rising up
from her earthly form...

and crying like a mourning dove.

[Echo] Mother,
you're just upset.

[Morgana] Of course, I'm upset.

Wouldn't you be if you'd just
seen Trish's spirit take wing?

Mighty strange hour to be
lookin' out windows, ms. Cramer.

I'm often up at night.
My aura thrives on moonlight.

[Morgana] I heard a car horn,
so I looked out.

[Morgana] My bedroom has
the only clear view of the gate.

[doorbell chiming]

My first real ghost,
and no one will believe me.

This is a tragedy,
an awful tragedy.

Yes, just awful.

I'm sorry to hear about Trish.
I came as soon as I could.

Sheriff.

Well, now that everybody's here,
maybe I can ask a few questions.

[inaudible whispering]

Really? Excuse me.
[Spence] Sheriff, I think

we should all hear
what your deputy had to say.

[sheriff] Well, up
in the security room,

there's this button
that closes the gate.

And whoever pushed that button
killed your sister.

Turns out the killer
left a print.

A fingerprint?

[sheriff] I didn't say that.

Near as we can tell,
it's more like a paw print.

That's absurd.

Oh my god. There goes the will,

over my dead body it does.

[everybody talking together]

Now he's murdered Trish.
The dog has got to go.

[Marcus] Oh!
Wouldn't that be convenient.

All right everybody. Just hush.

Sheriff,
you cannot possibly believe

that a dog is capable of murder.

Well, of course not.
It would have to be trained.

[uneasy music playing]

[indistinct talking]

Oh. Mrs. Fletcher, I just heard.

It came over the sheriff's band
on my C.B.

how's the, uh...
how's the family taking it?

About what you'd expect,
I'm afraid.

Hmm. Well, I'll run up there

and see
if there's anything I can do.

[engine starts]

[indistinct talking
over police radio]

[Jessica] Here, Will,
let me help you to fold that.

[Will] Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
am I glad to see you.

-Sure needs a lady's touch.
-It is Will, isn't it?

-Yes, ma'am. Will Roxie.
-Mm-hmm.

I tell ya. My wife would give
her eye teeth for that.

It's beautiful.
[chuckles] How strange.

Now, this is a new coat,

but the seams are split
just like my car coat.

Seems a shame.

It seems like you brought
everything but the helicopter.

Yes, ma'am. It's not often
we get to use

the sheriff's new gizmos.

-Who are all those men?
-Ah, sheriff's posse.

They're all dressed up
with nobody to chase.

I guess I'll set 'em
to combing the grounds.

Sounds like an excellent idea.

Will, I hope you don't mind
if I just sort of poke around.

Oh, no, ma'am. Feel free.

[exciting music playing]

[Barnes] And that's all I know.

The door to this room locks.
It automatically locks.

I've got the only key.

And when you left,
Teddy was alone in this room?

Was there any sign of any
tampering with the door?

No. No. Do you really think
Teddy pushed that button?

Oh, yes.
Yes, I'm quite sure of it.

Mr. Barnes,
you say your view of the gate

was obstructed at one point.

I wonder,
did you hear anything unusual?

No, ma'am. Just the usual.

Crickets, a,
a night bird calling.

Could you show me the way
to Morgana's room?

[lively music playing]

Just as I suspected.

Under stress, the english always
head for the teapot.

-Can I have a cup too?
-Yes, have this one.

Thanks.

Well, the patients are screamin'
for their medicine.

I'm in charge
of the ice brigade.

We've got plenty here.
The ice bucket's up there.

Oh, yes.

I tell ya, ladies. I will
be glad when this night's over.

Oh, dear, Mr. Boswell.

You have a nasty grease mark
on your trousers.

[Marcus] Well, now,
isn't that wonderful?

I had a flat
on the way over here.

I guess I got some grease
off the jack.

A flat?
How far from the house?

Oh, a half mile.

And how long did you stop?

I don't know. Maybe 20 minutes.

So, someone leaving here would
have to pass you on their way?

[sinister music playing]
Say... n-n-now, that's right.

But nobody came by.

Which means that the killer
had to be someone in this house.

I knew it.
[girl] How about the ice?

Yes.

[Jessica] You know,
I have something that'll take

that grease right off there.

Oh, that's all right,
Mrs. Fletcher.

These, these trousers
need cleanin' anyway.

First Denton, then Trish.

Jessica, you weren't in there
when they practically accused me

of training Teddy to kill.

Well, you didn't do it.
But somebody else

might have done it. Abby,

how do you go about
training a dog

to press a button?

Oh, endless repetition.

You could train him
to respond to a vocal command.

You know,
"Teddy, push! Good boy."

[Jessica] No, it's too risky.

I mean, someone would
have to turn on the intercom,

and they'd recognize the voice.
Is there any other way?

[Abby] Well, any sort of sound,
as long as the dog learned

to recognize it. Uhm,
snapping fingers, a whistle.

Whistle! That's the kind
of thing I have in mind.

What is it?

You've figured something out,
haven't you?

No. Well, I'm not sure.

I'm telling you, sheriff.
Whoever is responsible,

will never get away
with framing that dog.

If that's an accusation,
Boswell, be rather careful,

because I know a thing or two
about slander laws.

Spenser, why don't you
sit down and be quiet?

[Marcus] Let me tell you
something, Spencer.

You are talkin' about
a perfectly normal dog

as if he's possessed!

You've been seeing too many
Stephen King movies.

Oh, no. There is such a thing
as possession.

So, you all thought
you could get away with murder!

Well, think again,
because my cousin

has worked it all out!
Go on. Tell them, Jessica.

Abby! I wanted to talk
to the sheriff about it

-Privately.
-Got it all worked out, eh?

Let us all in on it.

Well, uh, I-i, uh,
only have a theory.

[Spence] Splendid!
Do tell us all, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I... sheriff, I do think

that you and I
should discuss it together.

I mean, it's just a guess.

Mrs. Fletcher,
I have little use for theories,

private or otherwise.
Now, you got an idea,

tell us all about it.

Well, uh, I believe that it...

it could have happened
like this...

now, Trish came home
at 2:00 a.m.

reckless driving
made her mercedes

swing wide on the turn

and come to a sudden,
screeching halt.

Now, someone got out of the car
and pushed the intercom buzzer.

Barnes looked into his monitor

and saw someone outlined
against the headlights.

But no one spoke
into the intercom.

Barnes assumed it was Trish,
so opened the gate.

Barnes went out to pick her up.

The door closed
and locked behind him.

But Teddy was alone
in the room.

Now, Barnes couldn't see
the gate from the drive,

but Morgana could...

from her window.

I didn't know what to do.

I pounded on Spencer's door,
but he didn't answer.

I'm a heavy sleeper.
You know that.

[Morgana] I saw her spirit!
I swear!

Oh, you saw something,
all right,

or rather, someone...
the murderer.

I don't understand.

You saw a coated figure
rise up before the gate closed.

But who was it?
Now, at that time,

you had no way of knowing
that your sister would die.

It was only later
that you interpreted

what you saw as a ghost.

Now, I believe that Trish
was still inside the car,

that she was either
unconscious or, or drunk.

[Jessica] I think the killer
drove her home,

deliberately swerving
along the road

to make it look
like drunk driving.

[Jessica] Then the murderer
put on her coat.

[Jessica] It was
a safe disguise. In that light,

Barnes could only see
the coat, not the face.

-It's guesswork.
-Makes sense to me.

[Jessica] Trish's new coat
was split at the seams.

Now, I believe
that the killer tore it

when he or she
put it on quickly.

And then the killer
put the coat back on Trish?

Right. Once Trish was laid back
in the path of the gate,

it was only a matter of giving
the signal to Teddy

over the intercom,

disappearing before Barnes
came into view.

And Teddy?

The murderer must have
trained him to scratch

on the door of the security room
every night.

That same person taught him
to press the button

when he heard a special sound.

-Like a whistle?
-Possibly.

One like this?
Got some initials on it too.

Is there an "A.B.F."
in the house?

[sinister music playing]
Abigail Benton Freestone.

Fact is, we found it
down near the driveway.

Well, of course, I'm innocent.
I was framed.

Oh, I know they all say that.

But do I strike you
as a violent person?

This whole ghastly ordeal
has knocked me for a loop.

But you know how it feels.

[Marcus] Well, first of all,
sheriff, she's got no motive.

Well, I hear miss Freestone
had a thing for the old man

till Trish put a stop to it.

Sheriff, I don't know
what the voters of this county

see in you,
but I know what I see.

A man of limited vision, saddled
with a gossip mongers mentality.

[sheriff] That's fancy talk,
ma'am.

But it only adds up
to one thing, your kin.

And you're playing right into
their hands, sheriff.

Now, you've already
locked up Teddy here.

Now, now maybe
he bumped off Denton too.

[Jessica] Yes. What about
Denton's death?

Isn't it a little strange
that there have been two deaths

in the Langley family
in one week?

You're wasting your breath.
Friday is the inquest.

Till then, the dog
is an accessory after the fact.

And Denton Langley's death
was accidental, pure and simple.

[sheriff] And Ms. Fletcher,
thank you so much for your help.

[birds chirping]

-Oh, thanks for the ride.
-You're welcome, Ms. Fletcher.

Say, uh, you sure

you don't want me to take you
on up to the gate?

You got about a half a mile
to go, you know.

Oh, no, this is fine.

I need the exercise,
and some time to think.

Be careful.

[lively music playing]

[sinister music playing]

Well, howdy, Mrs. Fletcher.
Out for a walk?

Morning, will.

Mmm, everything smells
so sweet after the rain.

[chuckles] Yes, ma'am.

Uh, excuse me.
You looking for something?

Well, actually, I was...
I was just thinking.

You wouldn't happen to have
one of the sheriff's

new metal detectors
with you, would you?

No, ma'am. But I could get one.

[Will] Tryin' to find somethin'
in particular?

Bicycle clip.
Plain, ordinary bicycle clip.

Bicycle clip?

Don't worry, will.
You'll know it when you see it.

[lively music playing]

-Good morning, Echo.
-Good morning.

Have you seen Spencer?
His horse is gone.

No, I haven't seen my uncle.
Where are you going?

I'm going to go see a man
about a dog bite.

-Which way to the Potts farm?
-It's that way.

Ah, thank you.
[clicks tongue]

[chainsaw blaring]

[upbeat music playing]

[chainsaw idling]

[chainsaw resumes blaring]

[Jessica] The bandage.
I thought so.

[Spence] I took the liberty
of putting your horse

in the stable.

Potts!

I should've never listened
to you and your crazy ideas!

You didn't actually think
you could get away

with drugging Teddy and having
that man fake an injury?

Having the dog destroyed

seemed the surest way
of breaking the will.

We'll go to jail!
Unless we shut her up.

Oh, don't be absurd.
You men aren't killers.

You'll get off lightly
if you confess to fraud.

Confess? Oh, no, ma'am.

I've been in jail once,
and I ain't goin' again.

Oh, Mr. Potts, believe me.
When I reveal who killed Trish,

your little scheme
will hardly be noticed.

-Do you know who did it?
-Yes, Mr. Langley.

I knew just as soon as I stopped
looking at the crime

the way the murderer
wanted me to look at it.

You have to explain that.

She's just tryin'
to talk her way out of this!

I say we plant her
out there in the orchard.

Potts, stop acting
like a damned hillbilly.

[relieved sigh]

[indistinct talking]

Sheriff has just informed me
of a little matter involving

Spencer Langley

and his accomplice, Acer Potts.

Off the record, Spencer,
you've been a stupid ass.

Well, let's get down
to business.

What in blazes is that?

Oh, uh, part of
my presentation, Sir.

So be it.
Uh, ms. Fletcher here

will be starting off
this inquest as "amicus curiae."

For you yahoos in the back,

that means
"friend of the court."

Thank you. I do feel
a little silly standing up here.

I hope I don't sound too much
like a schoolteacher.

Uh, to keep this short,

I'm only going to call
one witness, Teddy.

Now, this is the gate button
that Teddy pushed

the night that Trish Langley
was killed.

This is Abby Freestone's
whistle,

which the sheriff found
near the gate.

He believes that Abby used it
that night

to command Teddy
to push the button.

Would you blow this,
please, will?

[no audible sound]

[barks and whimpers]

This is an ultrasonic whistle,
audible only to a dog.

Now, please,
go into the hall, will,

and blow into the intercom
that is connected to this one.

[Will] I blew into this end
just like you said, ma'am.

[Jessica] Thank you, will.

Even Teddy's sensitive ears
couldn't hear it this time.

Why not?

Because that whistle is above
the range of any loudspeaker.

Therefore, it couldn't have been
the killer's signal.

Could I ask someone
a question, Mr. Coroner?

Please, Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Barnes, do you remember
hearing any unusual noise

outside the gate that night?

Ah, you already
asked me that once, ma'am.

Like I told you,
just some crickets.

And a night bird calling.

Yes, a night bird.
A mockingbird.

That's mostly
what we got around here.

Morgana said she saw
her sister's spirit

rise with the call of a bird.

Now, I believe
that the call

was the same one
that Mr. Barnes heard.

Well, what's the point?

I'm sorry. I, I guess
I'm not making myself clear.

I'm trying to tie
everything together.

You see, Denton's death,
the inheritance,

the attempts to,
to eliminate Teddy.

You see, the facts do fit.

Denton had to die.
Teddy had to be discredited.

Now, the sheriff has
Spencer's confession.

And I think that
his scheme against Teddy

provided the opportunity
for Trish's murder.

The perfect opportunity
to kill and avoid exposure.

Everyone would connect
the murder

with the attempt on Teddy.

But they were
two separate crimes.

Now, for the motive.

Fifteen million dollars
worth of it...

if you expected to inherit.

[Jessica] But suppose we look
a little further,

to somebody who never
expected to inherit.

Somebody deeply in debt

through bad investments.

Someone who needed an income

that a lengthy litigation
would bring him.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

That's irrelevant,
immaterial and just plain inane.

[Jessica] Is it, Mr. Boswell?
You had access to Teddy.

And you had
a pressing need for money.

I wouldn't go too far,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, but you did go too far

when you persuaded Trish
to dope her father's horse.

Why did she do it?

For the millions that she
couldn't wait to inherit.

But she didn't get anything
in the will.

Oh, but I suspect she was told
that she would

by the one person
who had seen the will.

Imagine her surprise
when she saw that videotape.

[chuckling] You have
a remarkable imagination.

Trish must have been furious,
perhaps even made threats.

But you'd planned
for that eventuality.

A quiet meeting that night,
a few drinks, some promises,

a blow on the head.

Teddy was ready.
You'd trained him in advance.

Please. Please, please, please.

Now, my, my friends
and neighbors

know me better than that.

They do not believe
one word of this poppycock.

Do you own a bicycle?

Yes, I do.
So do lots of other people.

Do you ever ride out
by the Langley manor?

Sometimes.

What about the night
that Trish died?

No!

Then why was
this bicycle clip

picked up half a mile
from the manor gate?

[scoffs, chuckles]

That bicycle clip
could belong to anybody.

Now, Mr. Coroner,

how long are we gonna entertain
this, uh, comedy routine?

Till I'm satisfied,
Mr. Boswell.

[coroner] Well, Mrs. Fletcher?

Trish's killer hid his bicycle

along the road
earlier in the evening.

It would have been
a quiet, perfect means

of leaving the scene,

if he hadn't lost
his bicycle clip.

Without this clip,

he got that
characteristic greasy mark

on his trouser from the chain,

the mark I saw on your cuff
the night of the murder.

I told you.
I got that mark changing a tire.

Not true. Two days ago,
I saw your tire tracks.

And all of your tires
were evenly worn.

-So?
-Well, if your car

is like most people's,

the spare's
never been out of the trunk.

It would have shown deep,
new tread.

Not necessarily.

Why don't we look
in the trunk of your car?

Why don't we look in your closet
for your greasy trousers?

Will, are you still there?
[Will] Yes, ma'am.

Go ahead, please.

[birds twittering on intercom]

[barks]
[somber music playing]

[whimpering]

[Jessica] Why don't you
feed him his treat?

Just like you did
when you trained him

to help you to murder Trish.

Oh, Jessica, you were marvelous.

I don't know what Teddy and I
would have done without you.

Oh, you'd have managed.

I bet you'll be glad
to get home to Kent.

Yes, far away
from the Langley clan

And Marcus Boswell.

I still don't understand
why he did it.

Simple, Abby.

He who controlled the dog
controlled the money.

And I bet he would have
thought of a hundred different,

Clever ways to rake off
all that he wanted.

-His behavior was indefensible.
-Mmm, not to a good lawyer.

[truck door opens]
[Jessica gasps]

-Well, beautiful mornin'.
-Isn't it?

Teddy!

Tom, what's it like managing
a dog's finances?

Well, all that cash
makes me a little nervous.

But it's gonna go
to a lot of folks that need it

More than we do.

And what about
the clamoring relatives?

Well, either get a job
or starve.

I know Teddy will be
very happy in his new home.

Well, we're not gonna forget
either one of you.

Come on, Teddy boy. Yes.

Time for you
to get back to work.

[bright music playing]
[chuckling] Whoops.

[engine starting]

[horses neighing]