All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S01E17.Sudden.Death.WEBRip.x264-ION10.

-That's quite a battle.
-No, it's war, Mrs. Fletcher.

[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Oh, I don't intend to let
Kreuger move this franchise.

That wimp of a commissioner
is not gonna tell me

how to run my business.

Hey lady, you can't be in here.

Oh, that's all right.
I'm one of the owners.

Kreuger's behind this.
I know it.

Phil died in testing.

I never knew that about Phil.

You, uh, left the party kind of
early yourself, Commissioner.

Mr. Mason!

I didn't expect
to see you in a shower room.

Football
is a very dangerous game.

And, sometimes, people get hurt.

[lively instrumental music
playing]

[soft organ music]

[Brad] Mrs. Fletcher.

[car door closes]
[engine starts]

Hello. I'm Bradford Lockwood.

Please let me express
my condolences.

Your uncle Cyrus
spoke of you so very often.

[Jessica] That's very kind,
Mr. Lockwood.

We were very close...

when I was a good deal younger.

But, well,
the last few years, I...

I just felt that somebody from
the family ought to be here.

-Are you his friend?
-Uh, yes, and his attorney.

I drafted his will.

Really? I had no idea
he left an estate.

Well, I'd hardly call it that.

He, uh,
he didn't tell you, then?

Tell me what?

You're the sole beneficiary,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I am?

Of course, he didn't leave much.

Only a few shares
of a jackdaw corporation.

Uncle Cyrus investing in stocks.

Usually his blue chips
were in a poker pot.

Well, I'm afraid
that this is a company

that has not paid
a dividend in many years.

It's not publicly traded.

But I'm sure
there's more than enough

to cover his funeral expenses.

If, uh, you would be good enough
to sign this power of attorney,

I could dispose
of that stock for you.

And then send you a check
to Cabot Cove.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Lockwood,

but what exactly
is the jackdaw corporation?

It's a holding company.
[Jessica] And what does it hold?

Its only asset
is the Leopard football team.

Now I remember.

Uncle Cyrus used to work
for some team or other.

Oh, but that was years ago.

I hate to trouble you with
details at a time like this,

but I will need your signature
on those proxies

before you leave for Cabot Cove.

Oh, I couldn't sign anything

without reading it very
carefully.

Well, I'd be glad to handle
all that paperwork for you,

Mrs. Fletcher.
Uh, as a favor, of course.

I'm sure you would,
Mr. Lockwood.

But there's no hurry.

I've decided to stay over
a couple of days.

Oh, I see.

Well, in that case,
can I give you a lift

-back to your hotel?
-Oh, no. No, thanks.

I have a taxi waiting.

A football team?

Wow. You know, that's very
exciting, Mr. Lockwood.

I think I'll just take a look.

[lively music playing]

[whistle blows]
Three! Hut!

[whistle blows]

[coach] I've seen better hitting

at a camp fire girls pillow fight!

[all grunting]

[whistle blows]
[coach] Come on!

[coach] I know we got a lot
on our minds.

[coach] There's an important
game on Sunday.

[coach] Well, come on!
I want to see some hitting!

[whistle blows]

[man] On one. Set. Hut.
[whistle blows]

[whistle blows]

[Zak] Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.

But I may dream tonight
about being swallowed up

by an enormous hat.

[Jessica laughs]
[Zak] I'm really sorry.

[Jessica] No, no, no, no,
really. It was my fault.

[chuckles] I had no business

standing in the middle
of the street gawking.

I'm Jessica Fletcher.

-Hi. Zak Farrell.
-Hello.

And, uh,
this is my daughter Jill.

Well, my goodness, Jill,
you're rather young

to be riding around
in a big hat.

[no audible dialogue]

Uh, "helmet."
She reads lips very well.

Helmet. Oh, yes, of course.
How silly of me.

You know, Jill,
you're way ahead of me.

[Jessica] I never learned
to drive.

[Jessica] You should be
very proud of yourself.

[no audible dialogue]

[Kathy] That means,
"you're very nice."

Well, you're very nice too.

This is my wife, Kathy.
Jessica Fletcher.

-Hello, Kathy.
-It's very nice to meet you.

I see you two
are friends already.

Yes. We hit it off right away.

Come on. Let's go home.

[whistle blows]

Jill, would you teach me
some words in sign

in case I get laryngitis?

[whistle blows]

[men shouting]

[whistle blows]

[Phil] Where are the proxies,
Lockwood?

Well, it was a little awkward
right there at the funeral.

But I can promise you that
they'll be definitely handled

by tomorrow morning, Phil.

Well, it better be,
because otherwise,

that fat retainer of yours

is gonna be terminated
tomorrow afternoon.

And you. You, Pattillo,

you're supposed to be the coach
of this bumbling band of idiots.

[Phil] What in the hell do I
have to do to get some offense?

[coach] Oh, come on, Phil.
You know we have five starters

on the injured reserve.

[Phil] I don't want
to hear about injuries.

I pay these clowns to play,
not collect Medicare.

We'll have it together
for Sunday.

You can count on it.

I'm gonna put somethin' right up
front to you too, Patillo.

One more loss, and you are out.

[Dillon] Morale is pretty low
on this team.

Listen, you just take care
of the equipment, okay, Dillon?

I will worry about morale.

[Tank] Mr. Kreuger,
as defensive captain,

I've gotta speak for the guys.

There's a lot of talk
about the team leaving town.

I pay you to make sure
the opposition

doesn't put points
on the scoreboard,

which you don't seem able to do.

[Phil] So, where this team plays
is none of your business.

Well, the commissioner says
the team's staying here.

[Phil] The commissioner...
That wimp of a commissioner

is not gonna tell me
how to run my business!

And if he doesn't stay
out of my way,

he's gonna have cleat marks
all over his face.

[Jessica] Excuse me.
Is there a Mr. Kreuger here?

This is a private meeting, lady.

[Brad] Mrs. Fletcher.

Jessica Fletcher, Cyrus's niece.

Oh, oh. I'm sorry.

Mrs. Fletcher. I'm Phil Kreuger.

-How do you do?
-Nice to meet you.

I think you already know
Mr. Lockwood.

-Yes, indeed.
-This is Mr. Pattillo,

-our coach.
-How do you do?

Grover Dillon and Tank Mason,
our defensive captain.

-Nice to meet you.
-I think this concludes

the, uh, meeting, gentlemen.

[whistle blows]

very nice of you
to show me around, Mr. Kreuger.

Call me Phil.

Hey, listen, Web McCord's
going to be throwing a party

for the team tonight.
Why don't you come as my guest?

-Have I met Mr. McCord?
-Not yet. No.

He's a real estate developer.
Big fan.

Likes to hang around
with the players.

[chuckles]

It should be a great bash
and give you a chance to meet

some of the guys.

-Ah, I'd be delighted.
-Good.

Listen, Mrs. Fletcher,

I don't want to play games
with you. I want to buy you out.

Really? Well, I have no idea
what my shares are worth.

Well, the last time
any of your stock traded

it was six dollars a pop.

You got 4,000 shares.
That's 24 grand.

I'll give you 30.

That's very generous.

Well, I'll think it over. Oh.

[Jessica] There's my taxi.

-Thank you, Mr. Kreuger.
-Phil.

[Phil] Uh, why don't you give me
your answer tonight?

I'll pick you up at 7:30.

Bye. Thanks.

[whistle blows]

[man] No, Mrs. Farrell,
this isn't a threat,

just some friendly advice.

Tell your husband
to quit the team

before it comes out
about your little girl.

Who are you?

You have no right
to interfere in our lives.

If you don't stop phoning,
I'm going to contact the police.

[footsteps approaching]

[sighs]

We just want to know when,
uh, dinner's gonna be ready.

[sighs]

It's going to be a while.
Have an apple, sweetheart.

You shouldn't carry her, Zak.
Your shoulder's not healed yet.

Ah, what difference
does it make?

My passing career's
finished anyway.

Darling, it is not
the end of the world.

Right.

Who called?

Wrong number.

It was another one of those
anonymous phone calls,

-wasn't it?
-No, Zak.

Kreuger's behind this.
I know it!

We don't know that.
Not for sure.

[Zak] Well, I know it,
and I'm gonna put an end to it.

Zak, please.

Don't do anything foolish.

[phone rings]

Room 317, please. Fletcher.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, Mr. Pattillo.
Or should I say coach Patillo?

-May I talk to you?
-Of course.

Uh, uh, are we hiding
from someone?

Uh, look, ma'am.
I want to buy your stock.

I talked to the bank today,

and they're gonna give me
a second mortgage.

It's gonna be a stretch,
but I can give you 60,000.

How interesting.

Twice as much
as I was just offered.

Tell me, Mr. Pattillo,

why is everyone so anxious
to buy me out?

Well, that's no big secret.

Kreuger owns 48%,

and a rival group of investors
owns 48%.

Your uncle Cyrus owns
the other four percent.

Apparently he wouldn't sell.
[coach] Right.

Except that Lockwood had
the old man's voting proxies...

and threw the balance of power
to Kreuger.

That's quite a battle.
[coach] No.

It's war, Mrs. Fletcher.

[coach] You see, Kreuger
wants to move the franchise

to a bigger city.

And you're for
keeping the team right here.

I love this town. It's my home.

I want the Leopards here.

[light music playing]

[Phil] All right, look.

This club actually lost money
last year,

but if I've got majority
ownership,

I'm willing to put some
big bucks into this table.

This club could go places.

Like a bigger city?

Forty thousand.

I've already been offered
more than that.

All right, lady. From here on
I take the gloves off.

Hundred and fifty thousand,
and that's my final offer.

Mr. Kreuger, my uncle Cyrus
entrusted those shares to me

rather than sell them to you.

I intend to find out the reason.

The reason?

Lady, the last few years,

your uncle's elevator didn't
go all the way to the top.

Besides which,
he didn't like me.

Well, I'm sorry, but I haven't
made any decision yet.

I hope you understand.

I hope you understand
something, Mrs. Fletcher.

Football's
a very dangerous game,

and sometimes people get hurt.

[unsettling music playing]

Shall we join the party?

[soft jazz music playing]
[indistinct chattering]

oh, Web.
This is Jessica Fletcher.

This is Web McCord,
my associate.

He's the one
that collects Leopards.

Oh, not the wild variety,
I hope.

[Web] No, but, uh, some of these
animals belong in cages.

[Web] Mrs. Fletcher,
I'm very glad you could come.

[Jessica] Thank you so much.

-Hello, Mr. Mason.
-Oh, hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thought I'd better get
some pictures

before everybody's face
gets blurred.

-Oh, excuse me. There's...
-Mm-hmm.

You're leaving?

Yes, I'm gonna go home
and make some phone calls.

Talmadge won't stay very long.

All this drinking
makes him nervous.

-He's the commissioner.
-Oh.

Do me a favor, will ya?
Slip him a Mickey Finn.

He'll be back.
He only lives a block away.

I think it's time
to get you a drink.

You know, I've never been
to a team party before.

Well, the important thing
is, uh, not to let

any of these guys fall on ya.

Baxter.

[lively music playing]
[cheering]

[yelps]

[cheering, yelling]

Kreuger.

Where's Kreuger?

Oh, he went to his place.

He'll be back.
Have a drink, Zak.

Excuse me.

Kreuger. Yeah, I want
to talk to you now.

You know what it's about.

I'm gonna settle
this thing tonight.

Hey, that's fine with me.
I'll be there at 9:00.

Take it easy, Zak.
This is supposed to be a party.

[Harris] I'm Harris Talmadge,
commissioner of football.

How nice to meet you.

I understand you now have
an ownership position.

I'm afraid
if you want to buy my shares,

you'll have to get in line.

My responsibilities
don't permit ownership.

But I'd just like you to know

I don't intend to let Kreuger
move this franchise.

Well, I was
under the impression

-that his mind was made up.
-And so is mine.

I'll fight him all the way
to the supreme court,

if necessary.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I want--

Mrs. Fletcher, we really should
have a little talk sometime.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Baxter.

Did you happen
to see Zak Farrell?

[Baxter] Well, he left, ma'am.
A few moments ago.

Oh.

[suspenseful music playing]

[disco music playing]

Mason. Mason.
Can I cut in, please?

-Having a good time?
-Oh, I'm just having

a wonderful time.
It's a great party.

-Ohhh!
-Here we are.

[gasps]

Great party, McCord.
Hey, uh, where's Kreuger?

[Tank] He's missing
a great party.

I'm gonna go over and get him.

Well, you wait.
I'll go with you.

Mrs. Fletcher,
will you please excuse me?

Oh, yes. Yes. Of course.

Oh, where are you going,
Mr. Dillon?

Oh, I, uh, got work to do
in the morning.

Oh, it's a wonderful party.

Yeah.

[water running]

[sinister music playing]

[Clyde] Uh, yeah, Barney.

Somebody got Phil Kreuger
for keeps.

Drowned.
I'd say sometime last evening.

[Clyde] No, I haven't got
any suspects yet.

Barney, I know this is gonna
change the line on the Leopards.

Whatever it is,
give me 500 against.

Where's that security guard?

What time did Kreuger
come in here last night?

[security] I never saw him
come in.

He's got his own private
entrance in the back,

his own key. I'm out in front.

Well, did ya hear anything?
A fight?

I heard Zak Farrell yelling.

Zak?

Was he here?

I really hate to have
to tell you this, lieutenant,

but Zak came in last night
smokin'.

[security] I mean, he really had
a head of steam up.

He was callin' for Kreuger.

[Clyde] What time was that?
9:00.

I made a note in the register.

A few minutes later,
he blew back out past me again.

And he looked like
10 miles of bad road.

[Clyde] But you never
saw Kreuger?

[security] No,
I never come back here.

[security] I'm not supposed
to leave the desk.

All right. Stick around.

-Sure.
-Uh, lieutenant.

Hey, lady,
you can't be in here.

Oh, that's all right.
I'm Jessica Fletcher.

I'm one of the owners.

Oh. Lieutenant Clyde Pace.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.
Uh, what can I do for ya?

Well, I was wondering
if you noticed

there's something
in the bottom of the tank.

-Hmm. Hold this.
-Ah.

Damn.

Well... lookee here. A watch.

Smashed crystal, reads 9:04.

[Clyde] Wait a minute.
Engraved on the back,

"All-American, 1973."

Zak Farrell.

[Jessica] That nice man with
the adorable child?

Oh, that's not possible.

Well, everybody loves him,
but facts are facts, ma'am.

Please.

Pick him up.
Suspicion murder one.

[Clyde] Zak, why don't you
just admit it. If you two

had a fight, we might be able
to negotiate it down

to second degree murder.

Clyde, I didn't kill Kreuger.

I figure it'll be okay
for Mrs. Fletcher

to talk to you
since she's one of the owners.

She seems to think
you didn't do it.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Zak, what happened
after you left the party?

I went over
to Kreuger's house.

There was nobody home.

He leaves me a typed note
on the door,

says to meet him at the stadium.

A typed note.

Yeah, we found it
on the steps.

[Zak] I figured
it was another stall.

But I was determined
to have it out with him.

So I went over to the stadium.
[Clyde] About 9:00?

Right. He wasn't there.

I called for him.

He didn't answer.

I left.
Went home and got drunk.

So how did your watch
wind up in the whirlpool?

I don't know.

Last time I saw it
was in my locker.

Zak, what exactly were you going
to "have out" with Kreuger?

Well, everybody knows that one.

Zak bummed up his shoulder,
can't play anymore.

But he's got
a four-year no-cut contract.

Kreuger's trying
to negotiate him out.

Is that right, Zak?

No.

[melancholic music playing]

It's something personal.

[Zak] But it's lucky
Kreuger wasn't there,

or I might've killed him.

[light music playing]

[Mavis] Is it true?

[Lockwood on phone]
Murdered by Zak Farrell.

Where does that leave me?

Possibly a very wealthy woman.

Phil died intestate.

How awful.
I never knew that about Phil.

Mavis. That means
he didn't leave a will.

-Oh.
-Now listen to me carefully.

You've only been in residence
20 days in Las Vegas.

That means the divorce
isn't final yet.

-What should I do?
-Catch the first plane.

Start making like
a grieving widow.

You mean I get Phil's share
of the club?

I'll have the papers ready
for you to sign.

[sensual music playing]

How would you like to be
a football star, honey?

[phone rings]

-Kathy.
-Mrs. Fletcher.

Zak told me he went to see you.

That you think he's innocent.

-And what do you think?
-Well, I, I know Zak.

He has a temper, but he couldn't
kill anybody. He's too gentle.

Well, they've got an awfully
strong case against him.

Mrs. Fletcher, I've read about
you. I know you can help people.

Well, a couple of times
I've been able to sort of

sort things out, you know,
help the police.

But I'm not sure
what I could do for Zak.

This whole football thing
is a riddle to me.

Please help him.

It would destroy Jill
if Zak went to prison...

for something he didn't do.

Yes, I'm sure it would be very,
very difficult for... for Jill.

Hut!
[all grunting]

[whistle blows]
[grunting]

I've seen better hitting

at a camp fire
girls pillow fight!

Come on! I know we've got
a lot on our minds.

There's an important game
on Sunday.

Now come on!
I want to see some hitting!

On three.

Set.

Hut, hut, hut.

[silly music playing]
Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

[grunting]

[whistle blowing]
[grunting]

[lively music playing]

Gee, what...

[whistle blowing]
Stop!

-All right. Knock it off!
-Please. Oh.

I feel as if I've been
responsible for all this.

Uh, Mrs. Fletcher,

I think you just put
my defensive captain

on the injured reserve.

Does that mean he's not dead?

Not quite.
Uh, are you here to see me?

Have you decided
to sell me your stock?

No, I'm still
thinking it over,

but I did want to
ask you a question.

Now, someone said that Zak
Farrell had a no-cut contract.

Now what exactly
does "no-cut" mean?

Well, it means that even
though Zak can't play

he still gets paid.

All he has to do is stay with
the team and just show up.

Ah.
Then he's in breach of contract.

Yes. You see, if he's doing
20-to-life for murder,

the club can get out
from under his deal.

I thought it might be
something like that.

All right, you dumb clods!
Get over here!

What the hell is wrong with you?
[muttering]

Oh, Mr. Dillon.

Didn't I see you
at uncle Cyrus's funeral?

Oh, yeah. Cyrus and me
went back a long way together.

Hey, but you're not
supposed to be in here, lady.

Oh, that's all right,
Mr. Dillon.

I'm one of the owners now.

Okay. Well, then, suit yourself.

[sighs]

Cyrus and me first worked
for the Leopards

way back when they first
got a franchise.

-Ah.
-He was equipment manager.

I was a player.

When I was a little girl,
I remember uncle Cyrus

throwing the ball
back and forth with me.

Things were pretty lean then.

Sometimes they didn't
make enough to pay us.

They gave us stock instead.

-Oh, you, you own stock?
-Not anymore I don't.

Kreuger bought me out
10 years ago for $500.

Cyrus, Cyrus
was too ornery to sell.

Tell me, Mr. Dillon.

Do you have the combinations
for all these lockers?

Sure. Why?

Well, Zak Farrell said
that his wristwatch

was taken from his locker.

In 20 years, nobody has ever
accused me of theft.

Any fool could open
one of these things

with a coat hanger.

[Jessica] Mr. Mason.

I'm so glad
you're feeling better.

Uh, they don't call me Tank
for nothin'.

You're sure you're feeling
all right?

You've got a strange expression
on your face.

Well, it's just that, well, uh,

I, I didn't expect
to see you here...

in the shower room... now.

Oh. Uh, yes. Uhm... Oh,
would you look at the time?

Uhm, I'll have to be
running along.

Do you know why you
ever bet against me?

Well, five says you miss.

You know I can't wager, Web.

-Pull.
-Lieutenant Pace.

Pardon me, Lieutenant.
I'm sorry to interrupt you.

Still trying to clear
Zak Farrell, ma'am?

Well, if I can.

Lieutenant,
about that medical report.

Did they fix the time of death?

Well, doc puts it
right around 9:00.

Says it was
small bruise on the forehead.

Might have been a struggle,
but cause of death

was definitely drowning.

Hmm. Now that's
what I was afraid of.

Thanks to McCord here,
Zak made bail this afternoon.

Oh, that was very kind of you,
Mr. McCord.

He's a good man.
Innocent until proven otherwise.

[Harris] Mrs. Farrell, may I ask

why you're so interested
in Zak Farrell?

Look on it
as concerned management.

Mrs. Fletcher is something
of an amateur detective.

No, I'm just trying
to help out a friend.

Is there any doubt
that it was Zak who killed him?

Well, he's certainly not
the only one with a motive.

If Clyde arrested everybody
who's glad Kreuger is dead,

he'd have to build
a bigger jail.

But supposing somebody else had
gotten in and killed Kreuger.

[Jessica] I mean, no one
actually saw Zak Farrell do it.

No, no, no.
I checked with the locksmith.

He only made one key
to the back entrance.

And we found it
in Kreuger's pocket.

Maybe there is another way in?

[Harris] Mrs. Fletcher,
we all like Zak a lot.

But with his temper,
we'll have to accept the fact

that he murdered Phil Kreuger.

Well, you may accept it,
but I don't.

Baxter, would you be kind enough
to take me back?

-Yes, Mrs. Fletcher.
-Thank you.

Web, I, uh, think
I deserve another shot.

Hey, come to think of it,
you, uh...

left the party kind of early
yourself, commissioner.

[unsettling music playing]

Pull.

[suspenseful music playing]

[banging in distance]

Hello.

Is someone there?

[sinister music playing]

[Jessica] Open the door!
[banging on door]

[Jessica] Is anybody there?

[hissing]
[suspenseful music playing]

Hello. Open the door.

Is anybody here?

Let me out.
Is anybody there?

Oh, thank you.
The door stuck. I...

Oh, I couldn't breathe.

That door wasn't stuck,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Somebody was tryin'
to cook your goose.

[Dillon] Mrs. Fletcher,
be careful.

People get hurt in football.
And not always on the field.

I think someone
was just trying to scare me off.

Looks like you
don't scare easily.

Oh, I scare, all right.

But at least it proves
that I'm on the right track.

[Jessica] Mr. Dillon,
excuse me for asking,

but I noticed your leg
gives you trouble.

Is that an old football injury?

Well, that's how it started.

Years ago,
Kreuger was coach of the team,

and he put me back in
before it was healed.

I'm lucky I can walk.

Then you didn't like
Mr. Kreuger very much, did you?

I hated his guts,
but I didn't kill him.

Zak Farrell's injury has
jeopardized his career too.

It's depressing.

Yeah.

Of course, that makes
your stock worth more.

Well, how can that be?

-I understood he's very good.
-He was.

But he's also the highest paid
man on the team.

Right now he's dead weight.
It's a matter of pure economics.

[car hooter honks]

[whistle blows]

What, are you training up
for the team, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, I'm just getting
my daily exercise.

You know,
I've been watching you.

And, uh, you've got pretty
good wind for an old broad.

Ah, I'm sorry. I meant
you're very well preserved.

Ah! Ooh, uh...

No, no. What I mean is,

-is that you--
-I know what you mean, Tank,

and thanks for the compliment.

Too bad about Zak.

Yeah, I can hardly believe it.

I understand
you two are friends.

Ah, on the road.
You know, we room together.

He's really been down lately.

Discouraged about his career?

He won't talk about it.

But I think there's something
going on at home...

about the kid.

Yeah. Well, I think
I've done enough

self-preserving for one day.

-Yeah. Bye-bye.
-Goodbye.

[inaudible speech]

I... love... Horses...

too.

You're going to play now?

I'm learning.

Oh, what a lovely child.

She's very lucky to have
you two as parents.

Maybe now that Kreuger's dead,
this nightmare will stop.

Kathy.

I'm sorry,
but that's how I feel.

Look, I know this is
none of my business, but...

Was there more going on
with Mr. Kreuger

than just
the football contract?

I guess you have
the right to know, Jessica.

Jill is adopted.

We wanted a child so badly

that when the chance came along
we jumped at it.

It was a private adoption,
arranged by an attorney.

We had to pay the natural mother
a lot of money.

It was a shortcut.
But we didn't care.

[Zak] It also may not
have been exactly legal.

Anyway, Kathy's been getting
these anonymous phone calls.

Threatening to take Jill
away from you.

Now I can't prove it,
but I'm convinced

Kreuger found out about Jill

and was gonna use it
to force me off the team.

That's why I went to see him.

You mentioned that an attorney
arranged the adoption.

Was that, by any chance,
Brad Lockwood?

Yes. How did you know that?

[hooters honking]

[Jessica] Oh, Amos, thanks
so much for checking.

[Jessica] I was so afraid
I'd left the back door unlocked.

[water running]

Is that right?

Well, I don't care what
Jonathan's paper says.

Uh-uh. Zak Farrell
did not kill Mr. Kreuger.

Well, I could be home Saturday,
maybe Sunday. It depends.

Ooh, the tub.
Amos, I've got to run.

No, I'll see you
when I get home.

Oh! I wondered what had happened
to that earring.

[groans]

[knocking on door]
I'm coming.

[knocking on door]

I hope I haven't come
at an inconvenient time.

-Uh, well, as a matter--
-I tried to call,

-but the line was busy.
-Oh, yeah. I was calling home.

Uh, please come inside.

Yeah. Forgive me for dropping by
unannounced, but I'm flying

to New York tomorrow
and I, I wanted to talk.

You see, as commissioner,
it's part of my job

-to get to know the owners.
-Oh yeah. Keep out the riffraff?

Well, professional sports

sometimes attracts
the wrong element.

[Jessica] Oh, so I've noticed.

Mrs. Fletcher...
[clears throat]

I've heard that you might
be willing to sell your stock.

I must have a sign
on my back.

[Harris] There's an investor
who's very interested

in the club and who'd keep
the franchise here.

Would his name be Web McCord?

I'm not so sure
he'd want me to say.

Well, let's say
you didn't say.

I suppose anything would be an
improvement over Phil Kreuger.

Kreuger was a bore and a liar.

[Harris] He seemed to take
a perverse pleasure

in publicly humiliating me.

Well, you won't have
that problem anymore.

Well, I didn't kill him,
if that's what you mean.

Remember,
I was at McCord's party.

It's 45 minutes
from McCord's house

to the stadium and back.

And no one at that party
could have killed Kreuger

except Farrell,

Because he left early.

But as I remember, didn't you
also leave early, Commissioner?

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to take my bath.
Will you, um...

Ah, of course.

You know, it's strange.

I mean, first one woman owner,
then two in less than a week.

-Two?
-Mrs. Kreuger.

I assume she'll inherit.

I didn't know there was
a Mrs. Kreuger.

-Thanks for stopping by.
-Sure.

[Jessica] Hello.

[bright music playing]

Anyone here?

Hello?

Uh, the doorbell
doesn't seem to be working.

It's wet.

Of course.

Hold it right there, honey.

Don't move an eyelash.

You must be Mrs. Kreuger.

We haven't met.

I'm Jessica Fletcher.

I told you not to move.

-How did you get in here?
-The door was ajar.

I called, uh,
but you didn't answer.

You weren't, by any chance,
taking a bath, were you?

Bath?

I just got in from Las Vegas
two minutes ago.

[Mavis] Look, I don't know
who you are, honey,

but I don't like
finding you in my bathroom.

I'm gonna call the police.

Good idea.
I was gonna call them myself.

Ask for Lieutenant Pace.

Yeah. It's wet all right.

You need a plumber,
not a police officer.

Would somebody tell me
what is going on here?

Lieutenant,
this is only a theory, but...

what if Phil Kreuger wasn't
drowned in the training room?

What if he was drowned
right here in his own tub?

Phil drowned in this room?

Yeah, but they found his body
in the whirlpool.

The party was only
half a block from here.

Anybody could have slipped out,
come over here,

hit Kreuger over the head
and held him under the water.

I was in Las Vegas.
I can prove it.

[Jessica] Whoever it was

wouldn't be missed
for a few minutes.

They could've come back here
after the party

and moved the body.

-I'm getting out of here.
-Where you going?

Phil was murdered in this room.

It gives me the creeps.
I'm checking into a motel.

[Clyde sighs]

Interesting theory,
Mrs. Fletcher.

It opens up the field.

So, who did it?

Well, that part may be
very difficult to prove.

[crowd cheering]

[announcer] Can the
tragedy-struck Leopards

overcome the odds and break
their four-game losing streak?

Smart money says no.

Stay tuned for the pregame show

right after
these commercial messages.

All right, you guys.
[melancholic music playing]

Listen up.

I'm gonna make this short.

You all know
what happened this week,

but that doesn't mean
a damn thing

once we get on that field.

[coughs]

Everybody's figurin' us
for a bunch of losers.

Maybe we are.
[coughs]

You guys are gonna have to
decide that for yourselves.

That's all I got to say.

[dramatic music playing]

[mumbled speech]

Barney.

Clyde pace.

What's my limit?

I'd give my left arm
to be out there with the guys.

Oh, I think coach Patillo
was using reverse psychology.

I just hope
it isn't a laugher.

-Oh, good luck.
-Don't you worry, Mrs. Fletcher.

We're gonna win
this one for you.

[intriguing music playing]

[announcer] The leopards
needed a first down

almost as much as they needed
Zak Farrell.

They're having one of those days
when nothing seems to go right.

Now that they've got the ball,

let's see what
they can do with it.

So far they've fumbled it twice,

lost it to interception
and missed a field goal.

[phone rings]

[announcer]
It's airborne!

And the pass is complete.

-Telephone for you, Mr. McCord.
-I'm watching the game here.

They said it was an emergency.
[announcer] Hacklemer

is on his way.
He goes out of bounds

on the 20-yard line.

This better be good.

McCord.
[woman] Mr. McCord,

this is Sylvia
down at the cleaners.

-Who?
-The cleaners.

The boss won't let me go home
until I tell you.

-Tell me what?
-That jacket you brought in

-has one brass button missing.
-What?

The boss was very insistent
that I tell you it was missing

when you brought it in.

So's you won't think
that we lost it.

I understand.
Thank you for the call.

You're welcome.

[announcer]
And it's sack time.

We'll never know what Rhodes
intended to do with the ball.

It looked like he couldn't
make up his mind

and simply held onto it.

[nasally voice]
Looking for this?

The lady from the cleaners.

I had a chat with your butler.

With a little encouragement,

he told me he'd taken your
blazer to the cleaners.

And the cleaners told you
a button was missing?

Actually, no.

This one belongs to me.

You never lost one at all.

That part I made up.

To see if I'd take the bait?

Only one place
you'd come looking for it.

Where you murdered Mr. Kreuger.

I am very impressed,
Mrs. Fletcher.

[Jessica] Oh, don't be.

This really wasn't
an original idea.

When I was in Los Angeles,

a button actually
did trip up a killer.

I thought it might work again.

Well, it seems I've
underestimated your tenacity.

It takes more than locking me
in a steam room to scare me off.

I'll remember that
in the future.

Still want to buy my shares?

So I wanted a football team.

Every man should have a hobby.

I had managed quietly
to buy up the other 48%,

but Kreuger wouldn't sell.

Fundamental.
Eliminate the competition.

That was very clever getting rid
of Zak Farrell's contract

in the same stroke.

Well, Lockwood told me about
the pressure

Kreuger was putting on Zak
about the kid.

So I knew he'd start a fight
at the party.

I already had the watch.

I was going to do it
after the party.

But the game plan changed
when Kreuger went home.

You have to take advantage
of the turnovers.

Left me with a tighter alibi.

Kreuger was already dead
when you typed that note

and left it on the door for Zak.

I had to type it twice.
The first one got wet.

I'm curious about one thing.

How did you figure it out?

Partly luck, partly deduction.

I realized you couldn't
drown a man like Kreuger

without getting wet...

even if he were unconscious.

Suddenly it came to me.

You changed your blazer.

I didn't think it would be
that noticeable.

Blame it
on Tank Mason's camera.

]He tacked these up
on the bulletin board.

[Jessica] You were wearing
a single-breasted blazer

when I arrived...

And a double-breasted blazer
later on in the party.

Conclusion:
you got the first one wet.

I suppose you waited until after
the party to move the body.

The key to his private entrance
was in his pocket.

We made quite a mess here.

Had a devil of a time
cleaning it up.

-Yes. The carpet is wet.
-No plan is perfect.

One has to keep improvising.

Are you planning
to drown me too?

No. I think they'll find you
in the ashes

when this house burns down.

Well, time does fly,
and I want to get back

-to the game.
-Hold it right there, McCord.

I have nothing to say
till I've seen my attorney.

Seems like you already
said it all.

]Book him. Murder one.

[handcuffs clicking]

I think the price of my stock
just hit bottom.

Mrs. Fletcher, did you have
to stand there and keep talkin'?

We've missed most
of the second half.

Now there's no time
to get back there now.

[announcer] You'll never see
another ending like that, fans.

With the Leopards down 21-7,

a minute and 30 seconds left
on the clock,

the Leopards score
on a 72-yard bomb.

-On the kickoff Tank Mason
-They won!

knocks the ball loose...

-That's wonderful.
-Yeah.

[announcer] Then the leopards
recover their own onside kickoff

-and score a field goal...
-Yeah, it's just wonderful.

[bright music playing]

Take it easy.

-She drives just like you.
-Naturally.

If she's gonna be
the first female quarterback,

she's gonna have to be fast.

Well, that was
a very exciting ride.

Zak, I understand you're gonna
try your hand at management.

Well, I've decided to throw in
with Patillo and some others

and buy Mavis's stock.

It isn't gonna be like playing,
but I'm still in the game.

Uh, we're gonna be
sort of partners, Jessica.

I'm afraid not, Zak.

I really have to concentrate
on my writing in Cabot Cove.

And, you know, I don't think
I'll ever understand

the finer points of football.

You're not selling your stock.
[Jessica] Oh, no, no, no, no.

No. I've arranged
to put my stock in trust...

for Jill.

-Oh.
-I, I don't know what to say.

How can we thank you?

Well, there's no time for that,

and I have to catch my plane.

Now you and your father
are going to be partners,

so will you write to me
and tell me how he's doing?