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I see into the darkness
we call the future.

[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

You’re alone. So am I.

Lee, I’m sorry.

I have to see him.
I am scared to death.

-Honey, he left.
-Then find him!

At least Kit was here.

I’m sure she
was a comfort to you.

I’m tired of everybody
laughing at me.

Boy, how long you gonna put
up with this nonsense?

What was that all about?

I felt the flames.

There was death in the fire.

Oh, my goodness, Lee.

This scenery is absolutely
breathtaking.

Uh, but it does seem to be
going by rather rapidly.

That’s Massacre Valley
right over there.

If you want, we’ll drop down

and take a little closer
look at her.

Oh, no, no.

No, no, u-up here is-is just fine.

Uh, well, you haven’t talked
much about your son.

How is--how is Del?

Uh, about the same as ever,

which means he’s still
trying to grow up.

I thought when he and Jill
came back to the ranch...

that she’d settle him down,

teach him to take on responsibility.

I didn’t know he’d
married madam moonbeam.

What?

Ah, she’s into astral planes, auras.

-Oh.
-I don’t know.

She may even be
from another planet...

and just hasn’t told us yet.
[chuckles]

Is that your tongue I notice
firmly implanted in your cheek?

You’ll see.

Good afternoon, Mr. Goddard.
Welcome home.

[chuckles]
Thank you, thank you.

Say hello to
Jessica Fletcher here.

This poor, homely little
thing is Greta Olsen.

Hello, Greta.

I don’t want you two
getting too attached now.

Greta’s kind of starved for company
out here in the country all by herself.

Maybe the real reason why
she’s going back to Sweden tomorrow.

I have to renew my visa
so I can keep my work permit.

And maybe a chance to visit
with your family?

Oh, no. All that is
left is my cousin Ole,

and he lives in Sundsvall.

I wouldn’t go to Sundsvall
to see Kris Kringle,

and that’s the truth.

[laughs]
I will take these to your room.

Ooh. Let me take that one.
It weighs a ton.

No, no, no. It’s my job.

[laughs]

Oh, what a beautiful aura.

Your spirit must be
at peace with the universe.

Well, uh, I don’t know
about the universe,

but, uh, Cabot Cove
has been very quiet lately.

Well, Jess, as you
might have guessed,

this is my daughter-in-law.
Jill, say hello to--

Jessica. Of course.

And you are just
as Lee described you,

strong but delicate,
intelligent but also emotional.

Oh, yes, yes, yes!

I can see why he is
so deeply taken by you.

Oh, I’m sorry.

Did I say something
I shouldn’t have?

It just slipped
out there, did it?

[clock chiming]

Oh, dear.
I should be meditating by now.

If I don’t get in touch
with my ectoplasmic spirit,

I shall be out of sorts
the rest of the day.

E-excuse me.

Well, maybe we’d
better have a drink.

Uh, it’s a little early for me.

Yeah, well, speak for yourself.
[chuckles]

Yeah, this old house
has been here a long time.

Oh, Lee.
Oh, this is so nice.

Hello?

Dad, you home?

Is she here?

Jessica.

Oh, my. Is this Del?
[laughing]

-Oh, where have you been all these years?
-Oh!

I’ve really missed you, lady.

And I’ve missed you too.
I can’t believe this.

The last time I saw you,
you hadn’t started shaving.

Now you’re married,
all grown up.

Well, tell the old man.
I don’t think he’s noticed.

Well, now that you’re
so grown up,

did you get that fence fixed
that I asked you to?

I already took care
of it, dad. Okay?

Yeah.

Hope dad told you
about the party tonight.

Uh, the party?

[spanish]
Jill’s idea.

Well, I hope you know
what your birth sign is.

Of course. Why?

That’s all this bunch
ever thinks about.

I’m a passionate Virgo,
Mrs. Fletcher,

and my husband, of course,
is a Capricorn,

as if you couldn’t guess.

She always manages
to make it sound as if

I’m a werewolf
in a full moon.

Ben’s been out of sorts

because he just lost
a couple of major clients.

And he keeps telling me
money’s getting tight.

Actually, I think it’s Ben.

Actually, I think it’s
time for a refill.

What about you, Jessica?

Oh, no, thanks.
I’ve still got some sherry.

How about you, darling?
A touch more vitriol?

Just go away so we can talk.

She was such a sweet thing
when I married her.

[laughs]

That’s the only way you can deal
with a Capricorn.

You cannot let him
get the upper hand.

Katherine!
There you are.

Jessica, do you mind if I borrow
this charmer for a moment?

Oh, no, no. Not at all.

-Thanks.
-Excuse us.

Kit, you’ve got to try
Greta’s crab salad.

I swear it’s your recipe.

Jessica, I am so sorry.

I meant to show you around
this afternoon,

but after I counted down to my
alpha level of consciousness,

I simply forgot about the time.

Please forgive me.

No apologies necessary.
I took a little nap myself.

I think I had a touch
of the jet lag.

Jill, you’re not trying to sell Jessica
on your mumbo jumbo, are you?

Lee, how about a truce,
at least while the party’s on? Okay?

On my honor, I’ll make my best effort.
How about a fresh drink, Jess?

Oh, no. This is fine.
Thank you.

Jessica, I had
the most unique experience

with my exoplasmic
spirit today.

I saw...

[chatter]

-Roy.
-Good evening, Sir.

I hate busting in on
you like this tonight.

-You got a problem?
-Yes, Sir.

Something you ought
to be taking up with Del?

I tried that, Mr. Goddard.

It’s kind of hard
getting his attention.

That broken fence
by the dry creek bed,

we just lost
10 head of cattle through it.

I thought it had been fixed.

No, Sir. Me and the boys
would’ve fixed it,

but Del said he wanted
to do it hisself.

Thing is, you want me to go up

and get them cattle tonight,
or in the mornin’?

Ah, they’ll wait.

No tellin’ where
they’ll be come daybreak.

I said they’d wait.

Yes, Sir.

Good night.

[continues]

Lee, when are you gonna drop by the office
and talk about a new will?

What’s the matter
with my old one?

Well, you got a new member
of the family over there,

and I'm sure there’ll be some little ones
comin’ along pretty soon.

[helicopter approaching]

[guests murmuring]

Excuse me, folks.

[guests murmuring]
Excuse me.

Okay. Okay, everybody,
inside. Right this way.

Bar’s open inside.
Thanks, fellas.

Do you mind, folks?

-Just inside.
-Del, what is it?

A surprise, darlin’,
just for you.

For me?

I promised you a special treat,
didn’t I?

-But--
-Ask me no questions.

Del.

You’re gonna love it.
After supper.

[guests whispering]

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

My name is Francesco,

and I ask for
your undivided attention.

Those of you with
an uncontrollable urge to giggle

during moments
of intense concentration,

I ask that you do so now
and get it over with.

[guests laughing]
Thank you.

And those of you with minds,

and you know who you are,

I ask you to empty them
of all frivolous thought...

and concentrate...

on me.

Let a question enter your mind.

No, Madame. I am not a fake,
and I am not a mind reader.

Any other questions?
[laughing]

I am, however, a psychic.

It’s a phenomenon
that’s impossible to explain.

I can’t explain it.

My gypsy grandmother
used to call it a gift,

and when used under
the right circumstances,

it can be.

I want to thank my host,
Mr. Del Goddard,

for asking me here this evening,
and his lovely wife Jill,

who saw one of my performances
in San Francisco

and was enchanted,
as indeed was I,

when I received
her husband’s invitation.

No, Madame,
he used the telephone.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t
have been able to hear me.

[applause]

Please. It’ll only go to my head.

But I could not refuse
his invitation

to come here this evening

to this beautiful ranch
to meet all of you...

and especially
his guest of honor.

[guests murmuring]

Do the initials J.B.

mean anything to you,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Jessica Beatrice.

-Is that correct?
-Yes.

Uh, but-but it’s not a secret.

And is the locket that
you wear next to your heart...

with a picture of Frank in it...

is that a secret?

[guests whispering]
Not anymore.

[laughing]

I see...

another piece of jewelry.

[guests whispering]

You must have loved
your mother very much.

She gave this to you
when you were...

Eighteen.

Seventeen and a half.

[chuckles]
It’s close enough.

[guests laughing]
When you lose it next January,

look for it under the driver’s
seat of your Porsche.

I drive a Toyota.

Now you drive a Toyota.

What happens to you at Christmas
is between you and Santa.

[guests laughing]
Whoa.

I sense the presence
of a true believer.

Jill.

Close your eyes.

I feel it all.

The hurts of the past
you’d rather forget.

-Yes.
-But the past is over.

You’re here in the present,

filled with happiness
and the love of your husband.

Touch her, Del.

Feel the warmth.
See the light.

Ahead, I see...

into the darkness
we call the future.

I’m afraid.

Strange, remote, yet so near.

One moment, joy.

A sudden tightening
of the throat...

-A constriction--
-Uh, I-I don’t want to know.

It’s all right. It’s all right.

It’s a problem of no consequence
easily solved by a friend.

You’re at peace again.

You see?
The future can be beautiful.

I see trees...

and flowers,

a carousel.

Watch out. You’ll fall.

Help me!

It’s all right. You’re not hurt,
only frightened.

[guests murmuring]
Your friends are with you.

You’re at peace again.

But there is...

something...

something you can’t control, a...

a struggle.

A feeling...

of being overpowered.

No!

[guests gasping, murmuring]

[murmuring continues]

[panting]
Hey.

What was that all about?

[panting]
I can’t...

Listen, pal--

I felt the flames.

The all-consuming fire.
There was death...

in the fire.

Jessica, he’s more
than a performer. Believe me.

And I do not doubt his visions.

Why, when we first met him
in San Francisco,

you know what he said?

"You will meet a wise woman
from the East

who will influence your life."

Jessica,
he was talking about you!

Oh, no.
That was coincidental.

No, Jill. I’m sorry.

I-I’ve never heard
of a professional mind reader

forecasting pain and tragedy.

I mean, it certainly
isn’t entertaining.

Now, why did he do it?

I’ve got to talk to him.

Well, he’s left.

I’m afraid that Del was
not very polite to him.

You know what I just realized?
I am famished.

Well, I’m afraid you let
your toast get cold.

But I think the tea is still hot.
Here you go.

You know, I can still see
the look on Lee’s face...

when Francesco was
ranting about the fire.

[laughs]

I thought he was
gonna have apoplexy.

[choking]

Jill? Uh...

Oh, you’re choking.
Del! Lee!

Oh, no.

Oh!
[gagging]

[gasping]
That’s it. Take a big breath.

[coughing]
You’re all right now.

You’re all right. It’s all right.

Jill?

What’s wrong?

Well, Jill was laughing,

and, uh, she got a piece
of toast stuck in her throat.

Honey?

Oh, I’m all right.

Are you sure?

[sighs]
I couldn’t breathe.

He said it would happen.

What?

Francesco, don’t you remember?

One moment of joy,
and then a tightness,

a constriction
about the throat.

Honey, that’s just a coincidence.

For God’s sakes,
are you deaf?

"A problem easily
solved by a friend."

Jessica saved my life,
just as Francesco predicted.

Well, anybody can choke
on a piece of toast. It was an accident.

Oh, I won’t give you
any argument on that.

Oh, good. For a while,
I was afraid an epidemic of hysteria

had infected the entire
female species.

[chuckles]
How about some breakfast?

-Oh, great. I’m starved.
-Yeah?

How about some steak and eggs
smothered in jalapeño peppers?

Well, we don’t get
much of that in Maine.

Well, then I’ll show you
what you’ve been missing.

Afterward, we’ll take
a ride around the ranch.

You think I’m dressed for it?

Well, you might want
to put on some boots

-in case we decide to do a little walking.
-All right.

[horse snorts,
rooster crows]

-Roy, saddle my horse.
-Ma’am?

I said, saddle my horse.

Mrs. Goddard, you know that the horse
has been spooky lately, and-

Look, do I have
to do it myself?

No, no, no, no.
Come on. I’ll do it.

Jill?

Jill, what do you
think you’re doing?

I’m going riding.

Honey, after what
you just went through,

maybe that’s not
such a great idea.

I’ll be fine, Del.

[sighs]
All right.

All right, I’ll go with you.

No. I want to be alone.

-Look, honey--
-Don’t touch me.

Look, I’m tired of everybody
laughing at me.

-You, your father.
-That’s not true.

Oh, for God’s sakes.

That’s all you ever do.

Jill.

[horse blusters]

Jill!

[horse whinnies]

Over there’s Tombstone.

Oh, yes.
Wyatt Earp and the O.K. Corral.

-That’s right. And New Mexico is that way.
-Uh-huh.

I thought maybe we’d fly over
to Las Cruces tomorrow and have lunch.

-Fly? For lunch?
-Yeah.

There’s a little restaurant I know over
there makes wonderful black bean chili.

But do you know
how far that is?

Yep. About an hour
and a half by plane.

This is God’s country, Jess.
It’s free and it’s open.

God didn’t do so badly
with the Maine coast either.

I can’t argue with that.

But I’d have to think those Maine winters
take a lot out of a body.

Here we got
sunshine year round.

This is beginning to sound
very much like a sales talk.

Maybe it is.

Might be the most
important one I ever make.

Lee...

I don’t know why
I’m pussyfooting around, Jess.

You’re alone. So am I.

I can only speak for myself, but I don’t
like going to restaurants alone.

And sure don’t like
waking up in an empty bed.

Lee, I’m sorry.

[rapid hoofbeats]

Look!

[whinnies]

Jill’s horse.

[whinnies]

Jill!

Francesco predicted this.

He foresaw a carousel, horses.

He forewarned about a fall.

A rattlesnake
spooked your horse.

Well, you can believe
what you want,

but I know what I heard.

That man made three predictions,

and two of them have come true.

The third one says I die in a fire,

and I am scared to death.

Dad... dad, she has a point.

Boy, how long are you gonna
put up with this nonsense?

Cut it out, dad.

He’s a con man--a fake.

Del, I want to see him.

-Honey...
-Francesco.

I have to see him.

Honey, he left.

Then find him!

This fire,
I have to know all about it.

If his vision is clear enough,
I can avoid it. I know I can.

Del, please.

[horse whinnies in distance]

How is she?

Nutty as ever. Now she wants
the mind reader back for an encore.

Lee, aren’t you being just
a little bit tough on her?

Maybe. Maybe I am.

What that boy needed

was somebody to help steady him
and help him grow up.

Maybe that’s what galls me
the most.

Anyway, if you’ll excuse me,
Jessica, I’ll just walk it off.

What do you mean,
you don’t know where he is?

You’re his manager, aren’t you?

No, there was nothing wrong
with his performance.

I just have to talk to him.
That’s all.

[horses whinnying in distance]

Jill.

About that little scene upstairs
a while ago, I-I’d like to apologize.

I just never learned
to keep my thoughts to myself.

I understand.

We all have so much to unlearn,

but I can feel
the goodness in you, Lee.

-Thank you.
-Where you off to?

To see Katherine.
I need to share my feelings.

You all right?
Want me to drive you?

Oh- oh, no. I’m fine.
I’ll be back by 6:00.

Tell Del, will you?

[engine starts]

[horse whinnies]

She may be a little nutty,
but she does have a backbone.

And she’s still scared,
despite what she says.

Yeah.

Well, I feel like i’ve
been neglecting you, Jess.

Maybe we can make up
for lost time now though.

Oh, Lee. You know,
I don’t think that

this is a very good
time for a visit.

Ah. Don’t start that.

No, no, no. I really mean it.

I mean, after all,
with all that you’ve got in your mind--

I mean, you don’t want to be
entertaining a visiting fireman.

I tell you what I’ve done.
I called the airport,

and I booked myself on a plane
to Boston tomorrow morning.

Oh.
[sighs]

I moved too fast out there
this morning, didn’t I, Jess?

I took too much for granted.

No. No. No. That isn’t it.

Yes. It’s all over your face.

I presume too much.

No. No, no. Really. No...

it-it’s just that-

well, after Frank died, I-

I never considered
a change in my life.

Not changing it in that way.

Um, it’s just something
I-I never thought about.

In my business, Jessica, I...

I’d never force a sale
on anyone who didn’t want it.

On the other hand, well...

there are those folks that
sometimes need a little help...

in finding out what it is
they really want.

Meaning me.

[chuckles]
Could be.

Meanwhile, why don’t we
just leave the lines open,

and who knows?

The worst we’ll ever be
is good friends.

[Jessica laughing]

What are you laughing at?

I’m laughing at that
picture of you and Betty-

[laughs]
on the pier at Santa Monica,

that time you-you won that huge,

stuffed, dreadful-looking kangaroo.

Dreadful looking?

That thing cost me
$20 in quarters to win.

Jill should be home anytime now.

[doorbell rings]
I’ll get it.

Where you been?
We’ve been looking for you.

Yes, I know.
May I come in?

Well, there you are.

I guess your manager
finally got ahold of you.

No, he didn’t.

I heard her voice.

I knew I was being summoned.
There’s danger.

There’s great danger.

I just hope I’m not too late.

Now what do you mean,
you heard voices?

Mr. Goddard, I do not
expect you to understand.

Yeah, you can bet your boots
on that, partner.

Lee.

You’re a nightclub entertainer.

Yes, that’s true.
That’s how I earn my living,

just as you earn yours
in commercial real estate.

Nevertheless,
I do have the gift, Sir.

[horn honking]

I think Jill’s back.

-Evening, Del.
-Jill’s not with you?

Me? What for?

I came by to see her.
How’s she feeling?

She drove over to your place
about 2:00 this afternoon.

What ever gave you that idea?

What’s happening?
What’s going on?

Jill!

Jill!

Jill!

Maybe you should have
gone with them, Francesco.

Maybe you could have helped.

I told you, she’s not out there.

Then where is she?

I don’t know.
[sighs]

Still no answer.
Ben’s not home yet.

Well, maybe you should
try him at his office.

I did. He may be on
the way back from work,

or maybe he stopped
off at a client’s.

[horn honks]
Del.

Thank you, Roy.

If you need me, Sir,
just give me a holler.

[door opens]

No sign of her.

Oh, Del.

You give off bad vibrations,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I’m a skeptic.

What’s your game,
Mr. Francesco?

What’s in this for you?
Why did you come back?

That’s not skepticism.

That’s confrontation.

[footsteps approaching]

No sign of Jill or the car,
either one.

Where the hell’s my wife?

Mr. Goddard--

I promised your manager another
$1,000 if you’d come back here.

-Now start earning some of it!
-Del, no!

He’s playing games with us, Kit.
I know he is.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

I repeat, I will say this once

and only once.
We have Jill Goddard.

-What?
-She is alive,

but being held until
one million dollars

has been paid for her release.

There’s a line shack
near the old sheep meadow.

Del Goddard
is to go there alone

carrying one million
in small unmarked bills.

At exactly 6:00 A.M.
he is to place the money

on the tree stump
20 yards east of the shack.

If the police are called,
Mrs. Goddard dies.

Let me talk to her.
Is she all right?

[dial tone]

Good God.

A million dollars by daybreak.
That’s insane.

But not impossible.

I keep that much
in the safe in my office.

Unfortunately, too many
people know about it.

Dad... dad--

now don’t worry
about the money, son.

The most important thing

is to get your wife
back safe and sound.

Well, I wonder if we shouldn’t
notify the police.

God, no!
You heard what he said.

Yes, but I also think
that the victim has

a better chance of survival

if the authorities
are brought in early.

I'm sure you’re right, Jessica.

But I don’t know of anyone here

that’s willing to take that
chance right now.

Once we get Jill back safely,

we’ll call in the police
at that point.

[punching keypad]

[line ringing]

Roy, we’ve gotta make
a run into Tucson.

Grab a couple of shotguns,
two boxes of shells,

and I'll pick you up in front
of your house in a few moments.

Jessica: here, Lee.

Thank you. He should’ve
been back by now.

Well, Del may have had
some trouble finding it in the dark.

I don’t think so.

I took Delup there
a hundred times

when he was
a little boy huntin’.

We slept on the floor
of that cabin many nights.

Strange.
What?

Well, that the kidnapper
should pick a spot

that you knew so well.

And the fact that they knew
that you could lay your hands...

on all that cash
in the middle of the night.

How’d it go?
Any problems?

No.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

Who is this?
Mrs. Goddard? Jill?

Jill?

Jill?

Is that you?
Are you all right?

I’m okay, Del.
God, it was terrible.

I’ll come and get you.
Where are you?

I don’t know.

Somewhere up in the mountains.

But I’m okay. Honest.

They-they left the car
with the keys in it,

and this road’s
gotta lead somewhere.

I’ll just keep driving
till I find someone to ask.

Hey, be careful.

I love you.

I love you too.

[kisses]

She’s on her way home.

Thank God she’s safe.

That’s Arizona license
John-apple-Oscar-zero-seven-niner.

Car went over the edge
in Rimrock canyon,

about 12 miles south
of Wally’s gas station.

Uh, somebody saw
the smoke, phoned it in.

Yeah. Must’ve been a real fireball.

Driver was a woman.
Didn’t stand a chance.

[vehicle approaching]

[horses whinnying]

Everything was burned
except for the wedding ring

and the little watch
that Del had given her.

Lee, how terrible.

If only she’d have known
where she was when she called,

Del could’ve gone after her,
brought her home.

Is there something
I could help you with?

I was looking for something
that belonged to Mrs. Goddard,

hoping that it might still
retain her aura.

I thought perhaps I might be
able to communicate with her

on a higher plane
to find out what happened.

Yes, that’s what
we’d all like to know.

But I-I think we should
leave it to the police.

Still that skepticism, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, it-it’s much more
than that, Mr. Francesco.

After all, we’re all involved
in an official investigation,

and, uh, this book
could be evidence.

As you wish.

You know, Mrs. Fletcher,
in spite of what you may think,

I actually am trying to help.

I came here at considerable
cost and inconvenience.

Yes, I’m sure.

I think I heard the figure
$1,000 being bandied about.

Well, believe what you will.

I can’t stay much longer.

My wife has booked us on a flight
to Hong Kong on Wednesday.

But the authorities
may have other plans for us.

After all,
there was a kidnapping.

Jill Goddard is dead,
as you predicted.

Yes.

"Psychic seminar."

"Go to dentist."

The coroner’s report indicates
your daughter-in-law died...

as a result of the crash,
not the ensuing fire.

And the medical records
confirm her identification.

-I’m sorry.
-Well, thank you.

Oh, Jess, meet Lieutenant Turner here

of the Arizona State Police.

-This is Jessica Fletcher, a good friend.
-How do you do?

I’m glad you’re here,
Lieutenant.

You know,
it just seems so unfair that...

we just paid the ransom,
got her set free.

Then to die in
a freak accident like that?

Well, I’m afraid, Mr. Goddard,
her death was no accident.

What are you talking about?
You just said that she--

It seemed strange
to me that there were

no skid marks on the road,

no attempt
to engage the breaks.

I had my people check
the mechanical condition of the vehicle--

Are you saying that someone
tampered with the breaks?

Yes, ma’am.

Then we’re talking murder.

That’s it.

I’ve been told that there was
a man here who predicted

the woman’s death in a fire.

Yes. His name was Francesco.

He was a professional entertainer.

Hired for the party
by your son, Mr. Goddard?

That’s right.

Well, I’m gonna
want to talk to them.

Both of them.

Well, if you wish
to interrogate Francesco,

he left here about
half an hour ago by car.

And your son, Mr. Goddard?

Well, he’s at the funeral parlor,
I imagine, making arrangements.

We, um...
we decided on cremation.

It’s... probably best.

Pretty grisly, I mean,
considering Francesco’s prophecy.

I’m sorry, Del.

If there’s anything--
anything I can do.

It’s just so damn unfair.

They get their money,

-and then--
-Oh! I know.

Let it out, Del.

Don’t hide it.

We both loved her.

Ben.

Well, where have you been,
darling?

I’ve been worried sick.

I received an unexpected
call from a new client.

I had to drive down to his ranch
at the border for a conference.

I wish you would
have called.

Well, I tried, and I couldn’t.

The phone lines were down.

I’m so sorry, Del.

Thanks, Ben.

I just wish
that I could have been here,

because maybe there was
something I could have done.

No. We, um...

we did all we could.

Well, at least Kit was here.

She must have given you
some comfort in...

your time of crisis.

And isn’t that
what friends are for?

Lee, didn’t it strike you

that there was something odd
about that voice?

Yeah. I think they had it disguised so
we wouldn’t recognize who it was.

Yes, but there was
something else about it.

I mean, it--it
wasn’t conversational.

There was no give-and-take.

You know what I think?
I think that

the instructions were taped,
that they were prerecorded.

You know, I think you’re right.

That means it could
have been Francesco.

[horse whinnies]

And for the same reason,
it also could have been Del.

I can’t believe that.

I’m sorry. I-I’m not blind,
and I’m not stupid,

and-and neither is the detective.

I mean, when I first arrived here,

it was quite evident to me
that Jill and Del...

were pursuing a marriage
that had no future.

[indistinct chattering]
Yeah.

You know, it was only
about a year ago that...

Del had a good job with
an ad agency in Chicago.

That’s where he met Jill.
She was a model.

[horse whinnies]

A couple of never-weres...

with holes in their pockets...

going nowhere.

I know I shouldn’t talk like that.

He’s my son.
But that’s the way it is.

A short time later,
he lost his job,

and he come back home with
his tail between his legs

and an airhead
for a wife on his arm.

Yeah. And there’s a man
that’s really upset about it.

Pick it up. Pick it up.

I mean, Roy and I ran this place
for 10 years, successfully.

I gotta give Roy
most of the credit.

I was in tucson
taking care of my business.

And the prodigal came home.
And what?

You asked Roy to show him
the ropes on the ranch, hmm?

How’d you know?

Lucky guess.

[horse whinnies]

Is that Mr. Francesco,

or is Francesco
your first name?

Francesco will do.

I see. And I don’t suppose
that you’ve ever heard

of a Leonard Steigler?

I suppose the resemblance
could be coincidental,

though I doubt it.

My buddies in Bunco
dug this up for me.

Yes, I was
arrested once or twice.

Nine, Lenny. Count ’em, nine.

By thickheaded authorities
who ignored my gift.

Nine arrests, Lieutenant. Nine.
Not one of them went to trial.

A woman is dead,
and you predicted her death.

I had...

a vision.

You’re a liar.

Prove it.

I may just do that,
and when I do,

it won’t be
for just Bunco, Lenny.

I’m gonna nail you
for murder one.

I’ve killed no one.

What about the predictions?

They were his idea.

Whose?

Her husband’s.

He hired me.

When people pay me,
I do what I’m told.

That’s insane.

What kind of a person
do you think I am?

Well, then you didn’t tell
this con artist

to predict
your wife’s death by fire?

No.

Then just what did you tell him?

I don’t remember exactly.

Now you tell me what
you had him tell her.

I told him to scare her
a little. That’s all.

I told him to--to tell her
a few little things.

And then he was supposed to tell
her that her marriage was evil.

You were trying to get her
to leave you?

I couldn’t tell her myself.

And I figured coming from Francesco,
she’d make the move.

She really believed that stuff.

I mean, after San Francisco,

she kept trying to get me
to have him come here.

I mean, she wouldn’t
leave me alone about it.

So, at the party,

when you chased Francesco
out onto the patio

and said, "what the hell
was that all about?",

what you really
wanted to know was

why the plan had been changed?

Look, I’m sorry.

What I did was wrong.

But my marriage was garbage,
and I wanted out.

And I didn’t have the guts
to admit I'd made a mistake.

Something bothering you,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, yes. Yes. Several things.

The fact that the kidnapper
was so familiar

with the drop site
for the ransom.

And the fact that he knew
about the money in Lee’s safe,

and conveniently also knew

when Jill left the house
so that he could intercept her.

Someone close to the family?

Very close.

Come with me.

Under Tuesday,

three days before
Jill’s kidnapping,

read the entries.

10:00 am: "psychic seminar."

4:00 pm: "go to dentist."

That’s what I thought
when I first looked at it.

But now I think it means
something else.

That’s not "go to dentist."

It’s "g-o to dentist."

G-o. Greta Olsen.

The Swedish maid who
supposedly left for Sweden

the morning after the party.

I’m sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
but you’ve lost me.

Are you still holding Mr. Francesco?

Yes.

If I were you, I'd release him.

If you do, I think this whole puzzle...

will become very clear very soon.

Flight 1201 for Hong Kong...

now boarding at Gate 29.

Mr. Steigler?

Would you come along
with us, please?

What?

Go where?
What do you want?

A little help, Lenny.

We’re trying to solve a murder.

Sorry you’re gonna miss
your vacation.

This is ludicrous.

Go on ahead, love.
I’ll sort this out,

and I’ll join you in a day or so.

Please don’t leave, Jill.

You know, from the back,
I really thought that was Greta.

You were supposed to.

Lieutenant Turner told me

that she was carrying
Greta’s passport.

And the body in the car?

Greta.

Hmm.

Well, anyway, I think it’s
amazing how you figured it out.

Well, that prediction
about choking,

if Francesco was a fake,
and Jill choked on that toast,

then it was either a coincidence
of gargantuan proportions,

or they were in cahoots.

And then when I realized
that Jill had taken Greta to her dentist,

that the dental x-rays
could have been switched...

well, everything fell
into place.

The whole thing
was done for money.

Well, the marriage was failing.

Del didn’t have
any money of his own.

Divorce would hardly
have been profitable.

This way, Jill got away clean

with a man she obviously loved,
or thought she did,

along with your
million dollars.

Then Jill did all the dirty work

while Francesco stood
right in my living room,

built himself a perfect alibi
when the ransom call came in.

[chuckles]

You know, I wish I knew
what to do about Del.

Maybe--maybe nothing.

Maybe he needs
to find his own way.

You know, we all grow up
in our own good time.

That sounds like something
Betty might have said.

Are you sure you have
to go back, Jessica?

Positive.

[chuckles]
Never can tell.

I might learn to like

that fish salad
you’re having there.

And I could learn to like,
uh, chili and ribs.

Yeah, well,
Betty had a good recipe.

Be happy to send it to you.

I’d like that.

And if I ever get to the point

where I think I’ve got it right,

I’ll let you know.

That’ll be a phone call
worth waiting for.

[chuckles]
Yes.