All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S07E05.The.Family.Jewels.WEBRip.x264-ION10

-Three more days.
-Just you and me, baby.

[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

I saw Sheila Finley steal that necklace.

Jessica, you're way off base.

She, in her own right,
is worth probably $40 million.

That is the woman
and that is the necklace.

The staff, they're gonna catch us.

Oh, come on, come on. The staff.

Unless they're terminally stupid,
they've known about us for months.

If I do have any more questions,
I'm sure they can keep until later.

No matter what she's done,
I adore my wife.

[muffled screaming]

[cheerful orchestral music]

Mr. Borden, do you expect
to use this verdict in your campaign?

Mr. Borden, do you think
sending Roger Ripkin to prison

will cost you any votes?

Well, it's possible there may be
some people who believe--

Uh, what Mr. Borden means is
he has a lot of respect

for all the great things
that Mr. Ripkin has done for this city.

Sid, I don't think that's what I--

For its hospitals,
its museums, its charities,

and he will be recommending
a minimum sentence.

-Excuse me, I--
-Thank you, very much.

-[reporters clamoring]
-That's all the time Mr. Borden has

to answer your questions right now.
Thank you.

Just what in the hell
do you think you're doing?

It's called saving your buns, pal.

Get off my back, Sid.

What I need managed is my campaign,
not my life.

Messages, Olivia?

Brooks had to cancel your 4:30.
He'll reschedule.

Stromberg said the de Fazio briefs
will be ready day after tomorrow.

Oh, and Mrs. Fletcher called
and she said yes,

she can make it this evening,
but she'd like to know how formal it is.

Tell her very. And get me Stromberg.

Sid, look, Roger Ripkin stole $200 million

through insider trading,
hurting countless people.

If I had my way, he'd spend
the next 200 years doing hard time.

Good. Go public with that,
you can kiss the DA's job goodbye.

I told you at the outset,

I'm not going to lie to get elected.

Then you're gonna have
a very long career as a second banana.

Drew, you hired me
because I won 16 straight--

Mr. Borden, I have
Mr. Stromberg on line three.

This is not a game
for bluestockings, Drew.

Let me do my number, okay?

Fine. Just make sure the number
you're doing isn't on me.

Harry, the de Fazio briefs.

I want them on my desk
first thing in the morning.

[Jessica] I would like to have it back
before I return home.

I hate to admit to being
such a slave to time,

but I'm absolutely lost without it.

Like most of us, Mrs. Fletcher.

I doubt this will be a problem.
Just let me check.

Thank you.

[woman] Oh, Charlie, these are god-awful.

What are you trying to do,
get even with me

because the Knicks whomped
the Celtics last night?

-Yay, team!
-[laughs]

-[Charles] You found me out.
-Yes, I did.

Now, I suppose they can take
the boy out of Boston...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now, here is one
of our most beautiful pieces,

and even lovelier on you.

Oh, give me a break.

Now all I need is one of those circle pins

and I can double for one
of those dried-up, buttoned-down,

Ivy League ladies at the country club.

[chuckling] Except, not as flashy.

[both laughing]

Excuse me.

[sighs]

Well, Charlie I'm going to
pass for today...

All right.

'Cause I didn't see one thing
that came close to grabbing me.

-I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry, too.

[Charles] Perhaps next time.

Yeah, next time when the Celtics win.

-Soon.
-Soon.

Oh.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Mrs. Fletcher. Mrs. Fletcher?

Yes, we'll have your watch ready for you
at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Oh, thank you, yes.

Pardon me, Mr....

Charles Lockner. May I help you?

Mr. Lockner, this is really
a bit awkward for me,

but I do feel that
you should know that that woman,

the one that you were waiting on...

Yes?

Well, when you looked away from her,

I happened to see her steal
one of your necklaces.

She--she just left the store with it.

Oh?

It was a diamond and ruby necklace.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.

Mr. Lockner, I know what I saw.

Madam, I am quite familiar with our stock

and I can assure you there was
no diamond and ruby necklace,

nor are any of our other pieces missing.

George... Yes, George, I know.

You'll have it right after the first.

George, I told you,

my wife's trust officer must
countersign all of our checks.

Get in here, you gorgeous thing.

Come on, Sheila.

The staff, they're gonna catch us.

Oh, come on, come on, the staff.

Unless they're terminally stupid,
they've known about us for months.

Thank you for your patience.

Sorry I was delayed, Jess.

I'm beginning to fear
I was not cut out for politics.

-Drew, it's all right.
-No, it isn't.

It's making me cranky.

The meetings, the hassles,

the people you have to deal with.

There's never enough money,
although tonight

might take care of that problem.

End of grousing.

Oh, that's too bad,

-I was beginning to enjoy it.
-[laughs]

My secretary says you phoned
again this afternoon,

after I'd gone into my meeting.
You had something

you were anxious to tell me about?

Well, I didn't know who else to call.

I mean, something happened
at Beaumont's jewelry store.

-I mean, it was quite bizarre.
-Really?

[Jessica] And what made it stranger

was the manager's absolute insistence
that they had no such necklace in stock.

[Drew] Beaumont and Company?

Are you... are you sure, Jess?

Couldn't it have been her necklace
she was putting in her purse?

Oh, no, no, it was very distinctive.

And it was the only one with rubies.

Drew, I'm not imagining this.

Jessica, I--I believe you.

Still, if no one's reported it stolen...

I know.

There's not a great deal anyone can do.

Well, let's forget about it.

Tell me, where are we going tonight?

And who are these people
who are going to help solve

your campaign financial problems?

My secretary didn't tell you?

We're going to a very posh soiree

at the home of
Mr. and Mrs. Porter Finley III.

-Oh, sounds very... [sniffs] impressive.
-[both laugh]

Actually, Porter's an old and dear friend.

And the guest list, or so I'm told,

includes most of New York's crowned heads.

Which usually means
some that ought to be crowned.

Exactly.

[soft jazz music playing]

[people chattering]

[Porter] Forgive my lack of familiarity
with your books, Jessica,

but I've made it a lifelong policy
to read nothing

-that was written since I was born.
-Oh!

Don't listen to him, Jess.

He's been using that same line
since we double-dated in college.

-[laughs]
-I confess.

-It was a shameless ploy to get girls.
-I see.

And if one of them was so bold

as to mention Shakespeare,
he'd immediately say

that he'd never read anything
that was written

-before he was born.
-All true.

[Porter] It was actually rather effective.

The little darlings dedicated themselves
to improving my mind.

Come on, Margaret,
stop busting my chops already.

I mean, how many times
do I have to tell you?

She means nothing to me.

It's part of the job, honey.

That's not how it looked this afternoon.

[phone ringing]

Garage.

Yeah.

They want you to get your tail
back over to the kitchen.

Hey. It's you
I'm going away with, not her.

Three more days?

Just you and me, baby,

under all those beautiful palm trees.

[patting] Bye-bye.

-Drew...
-Hmm?

That woman.

What?

I'm positive. That is the woman.

And that is the necklace.

[scoffs] Jessica, Jessica,
you're way off base.

Not only is that our hostess,
Mrs. Porter Finley,

but she, in her own right,
is worth probably $40 million.

Well, maybe so, but that is
the woman that I saw.

Jessica, I'd like you to meet some people.

My wife Sheila
and our dear friend DL Beaumont.

-Drew, you old fox.
-Sheila.

You finally grabbed one
who can walk and chew gum

-at the same time.
-[laughing]

Ah, Jessica, darling,

welcome to the lifestyles
of the rich and truly boring.

It--it's lovely to meet you.

Mr. Beaumont, it's a very small world.

I was in your shop this afternoon.

[Sheila] That's it.

I knew I'd seen you somewhere before.

That's it.

Drew, honey, you be nice to DL here,
'cause he's one of your biggest fans.

Oh, thank you, sir.

DL, you and these stiffs better ante up

with a bundle for my pal's campaign,

or you're gonna have to answer
to me personally.

[chuckles]

Okay. Jessica, come on.

Let's mingle.

-Excuse me.
-Sure.

Tell me the truth, do you hate
these parties as much as I do?

-They're not exactly my favorite, no.
-[laughs]

Although, I must say,
this does seem to be a huge success.

Oh, I'm glad you think so. That's good.

Barbara, darling!

Oh, I love those earrings.
Got a pair just like them.

Darling, that simply isn't possible.

These are one of a kind.
But thank you for the compliment.

Excuse me just a minute.

Sheila's such a trip,
isn't she? [chuckles]

[Jessica] She's certainly
very interesting.

Marrying her has got to be
the smartest move Porter ever made.

Oh, she may be a little rough
around the edges, but frankly,

as much of a dear as Porter is,

I really have to believe
she could have landed someone

a little more lively,
if you know what I mean.

The chauffeur? Jessica...

But he was in the jewelry store with her.

Drew, I know I sound like
the most awful gossip,

but that business
with that necklace is so bizarre.

-All right, people, listen up, listen up.
-[music stops]

[clearing throat]

Max, could you take your hand off
your wife's knee

for just a minute and look up here?

Pay attention, okay? [chuckles]

All right, it has come to my attention

that some of you folks have not
coughed up your contributions

for Drew Borden's campaign
for New York District Attorney.

Let's hear it for Drew!

Sheila. Sheila, please...

I know who you are. [laughs]

Drew, I don't want to make a scene,

but I'm afraid we have a problem.

[Sheila] I'm warning you now,

in a few minutes I'm going to come around
with a big paper bag,

so get out your pens and remember,

-no disappearing ink. Thank you very much.
-[guests laugh]

Okay, everybody, have a good time.

[piano playing]

[gasps]

[Sheila] What's going on?

Porter, what is it?

Oh!

[gasping for air]

Well, the last of your guests
seem to be leaving.

Oh, good.

[sighs] Jessica, I want to thank you
for staying with me.

Oh, you've still got a little
telltale smudge

-right there.
-Really?

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

Has anyone ever told you,

you have a way of making people
feel real comfortable?

-No, I often have the opposite effect.
-[both laughing]

Really? Oh, well. Oh...

There.

Do I look like I'm ready
to face the third degree

or whatever else
they have in store for me?

I'd say that you were equal
to almost anything.

[chuckles] Good, good.

What is it?

[Jessica] That little pin of yours,

it's just like one that my mother had.

Of course, hers was made of rhinestones.
[laughs]

I kept it for years
and then one day it vanished.

I never could find it again.

Well, there. Keep it.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

Oh, I want you to have it.

Come on.

Jewelry is supposed to be fun.

Sheila, I couldn't possibly.

It's--it's very kind of you, but I can't.

There's something else, isn't there?

Something you're not telling me.

Look, Jessica.

I can't get past page 30 of War and Peace.

But people,
I read like a Dick and Jane book.

Yes.

I find myself
in a rather awkward position.

Sheila, if the police ask me,
I have to tell them

that I saw you leave the party
with Mr. Pastolino

shortly before he was murdered.

Sure. I understand.
Tell them what you have to.

Are you kidding me, sir?

I know all your cases.

Let's see, there's the
East Ninth Street massacre.

There was that big real estate scam
you blew wide open.

There was Antonio's Clam House.

Oh, you know, I didn't even think
you'd get an indictment on that one,

let alone put that bozo away
for 25 to life.

Lieutenant, that's very flattering, but--

Hey, you're there, Mr. Borden,

where it's happening,
right there in the thick of the jungle.

Lieutenant Stuyvesant,
my wife and Mrs. Fletcher.

-How do you do?
-Hi.

Um, Mrs. Finley, I'm sorry to have
to disturb you like this,

so I promise I'll be as brief as possible.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Now, the deceased, Mr. Pastolino,

he was your employee,
Mrs. Finley, for about a year?

I already told you that, Lieutenant.

Uh, that's right,
you did, sir, I'm sorry. Um...

Would you know of
any enemies he might have had?

I hope you understand,
I don't mean to imply anything.

No, I don't know of
any enemies he might have had.

Okay. Um...

According to several
of your guests, though,

you allegedly left the party
with Mr. Pastolino

shortly before the...
um, uh crime was perpetrated.

Of course, they could be mistaken.

We both know how much
you can trust eyewitness accounts.

Right, Mr. Borden?

No, Lieutenant, they were not mistaken.

I did go with Rocky...

Mr. Pastolino to the pantry.

We were, um...
had a problem with party supplies.

-But I didn't...
-Oh, please,

believe me, that goes without saying.

Well, thank you for your cooperation.

And if I do have any more questions,
they can definitely keep till later.

Oh, and Mr. Borden, if it's okay,

I'd like to give you a call sometime soon,
maybe have lunch.

-Why, certainly, Lieutenant.
-Oh, that'd be great, great.

'Cause I'm thinking of making a...

you know, a career move down to the city.

You have no idea what it's like up here
just listening to the grass grow

and knowing that the real
battles are raging

just a few miles south,
down there in the trenches.

That's very interesting.

The sheriff in my hometown left New York

for that exact same reason.

Well, you know what they say, ma'am,

"When the going gets tough..."

Sir.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

[Drew] All right,

even if everything you said
about that necklace is true,

what's the connection
between it and the murder?

[Jessica] Mr. Pastolino was present
in the jewelry store.

I mean, for all we know,
he saw what I saw,

-or he could have been a party to it or--
-Okay, okay, okay.

I'll tell you what.

Tomorrow, I'll look under a few rocks.

How's that?

And you be sure
and tell me how it turns out.

Even if I have to install
a hotline to Cabot Cove.

[laughs]

I'm delighted we were able
to take care of this before you left town.

Oh, not half as delighted as I am.

Mr. Lockner, last night
I happened to attend a party

at the home of the woman who took
that necklace, Mrs. Finley.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'd suggest
you take this up with Mr. Beaumont.

Ah. Here he is.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. Good morning.

Mr. Beaumont.

What an unfortunate evening
for the Finleys and for us, as well.

And in particular for Mr. Pastolino.

Mr. Beaumont, there's a matter
I was trying to discuss with Mr. Lockner.

Oh, yes, the diamond and ruby necklace
that Mrs. Finley wore last night.

Charles filled me in this morning

about that incident you seem
to think you witnessed.

Mr. Beaumont,

I saw Sheila Finley steal that necklace.

Mrs. Fletcher, we're all human, aren't we?

And the truth is that, occasionally,

our eyes can deceive us.

Yes, yes, they can.
Mine and Mr. Lockner's.

Mrs. Fletcher, Charles Lockner grew up
in the retail jewelry business.

He is conversant
with every conceivable variety

of customer scam,

and if he says there was no theft,

I really have no choice,
but to go along with him on that matter.

I see.

And the necklace?

Are you quite certain

that you had nothing like that
in your stock?

On the contrary,
I'm quite familiar with it.

You see, I designed it myself.

And I can assure you...

-[phone ringing]
-...it was not stolen.

[Charles] Mr. Beaumont.

Oh. You will excuse me?

Excuse me, Ms. Gable.

Didn't mean to startle you, but I do have
a few more questions for you.

I told you everything
I know last night, Lieutenant.

I don't think so.

We found these in the victim's room.

Airline tickets to Rio, one way,
for the day after tomorrow.

So?

Well, they're in the name of
Mr. and Mrs. Rocco Pastolino.

But as far as I know, he's not married.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Oh, no?

Then maybe you can tell me
how come you got your passport

renewed just last week?

[Sid] And the beauty part is,
it's all on the record.

Your opponent cannot
weasel himself out of this one.

Huh? Is this an approach or what?

Rossiter will be lucky
if his own mother votes for him.

Hey, check this, uh, TV stuff.

Just glom it out. Over here--

-Sid, you're fired.
-What are you saying?

You heard me, you're fired. Get out.

Take this garbage with you.

[chuckles]

You're not serious.

What I am not, is the kind of man
who would allow his name to be associated

with this kind of sleazy,

below the belt, negative campaign.

Hey, Mr. Borden, where you
been for the past 10, 15 years?

This is the only way campaigns
are run anymore.

Not by me, they're not. Now, get out.

Get out!

You know something, pal?

It's a dirty world out there.

Well, maybe you ought to ask yourself,

do you really want to do
what's needed to win, or what?

Pardon me, Mr. Borden,
but Mrs. Fletcher's on line two.

Thank you.

Jessica. [sighs]

No, no, no, it's fine.

Actually, I was trying to reach you.

Yes, I found something very interesting,

if I can locate it here.

Drew, there is definitely
something peculiar going on,

you know, regarding that
diamond and ruby necklace.

I spoke to Mr. Beaumont a short time ago,

or rather I listened to
his carefully rehearsed explanation.

Really?

Well, now I know you're going
to think I'm crazy,

but I'm more concerned than
ever that either he's lying,

along with his employee,
or what's more likely,

that somebody actually did pay for it,

which certainly strikes me

as a strange way to purchase jewelry.

Jess, I don't think
you're going crazy at all.

What I'm looking at is a ten-year-old copy
of an arrest report.

It seems one Sheila Kowalski,

which was her maiden name
before she married Porter,

was arrested for grand theft
in Palm Beach.

Let me guess, jewelry.

A $20,000 diamond necklace.

-[knocking at door]
-She was released the next day.

Well, I can't help wonder
how many times she wasn't caught.

I hope she and Porter aren't
in some sort of serious trouble.

Well, thank you, Drew.

And the best of luck with your campaign.

I know that you'll come out on top.

All right. Bye.

[TV reporter] ...that a full account
of his personal finances

will be forthcoming within 24 hours.

Councilman Reed has expressed certainty

that this will silence
his critics for once and all.

And this just in.

Westchester County Police have announced

the arrest of society matron Sheila Finley

for the murder of her chauffeur
during a party last night

at the Finleys' lavish
Westchester County estate.

[Jessica] Really, Porter, I can't.

I just wanted to return
something to Sheila.

Jessica, please, I insist.

I'll see to it that you get to
the airport on time,

even if I have to drive you there myself.

-Well, all right. Thank you.
-Wonderful.

Sheila should be home any moment now.

Our attorney has posted bail
and I've already sent a car for her.

Now, you must tell me

what you're being so mysterious about.

This is... this is very difficult
for me, Porter,

but I find myself
with a piece of knowledge

that is bound to come out

that might somehow
have a bearing on the murder.

My God, Jessica, tell me.

It's about Sheila's shoplifting.

There.

Bought and paid for yesterday.

One diamond and ruby necklace,
78,000 plus tax.

Oh, please believe me, Porter,

I didn't mean to insult you or Sheila.

Well, you have.

And as far as that old Palm Beach business

dredged up by Drew Borden,
that was nothing more

than yet another opportunistic shopkeeper

who wanted to take advantage
of Sheila's wealth.

Another?

How many others were there, Porter?

[sighs] I didn't mean that.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Hello.

No, and I do not have any comment.

Damn press people!
They've been calling all day.

Porter, with Sheila already
under suspicion of murder,

anything damaging that
the police find out by themselves

could hurt her defense.

You must understand.

No matter what she's done,
I adore my wife.

I--I only want to protect her.

Well, I have a feeling that you've been
protecting her for quite a long time.

Perhaps what she needs now is honesty.

[Porter sighs]

I've had a long-standing arrangement
with Beaumont and his people.

[drink pouring]

Sheila steals an item of jewelry

and they simply look the other way.

And send a bill.

That her trust officer pays.

But I can't see what any of this

could possibly have to do
with Rocco Pastolino's murder.

I'm not sure. Maybe nothing.

Tell me, what do you think made the police

decide to arrest Sheila
in the first place?

One of the guests
was leaving the party early.

When the police questioned her
this morning,

she admitted seeing Sheila and Rocco

enter the garage together,
just before he was killed.

And what do they think
her motive might have been?

Jealousy.

They believe that she was upset

that Rocco was about to run off
with one of our servants,

Margaret Gable.

Sheila and Rocco were involved.

She has no alibi, Jessica.

I just hope to God she didn't kill him.

Not that I believe she's capable of it.

Sweet of you to say so, darling.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

And I didn't do it.

Oh, Sheila, are you all right?

-Yes.
-Were you treated well?

Oh, are you kidding?

Lieutenant Stuyvesant was a doll.

He wouldn't even let them
put me in a cell.

He insisted that I stay
in his office on his sofa.

Jessica, I'm glad you're here.

One of the reasons I'm here

is you slipped this
into my bag last night.

It's the only way
I could get you to take it.

Sheila, thank you, but I can't.

[sighing] Okay.

So Porter says there are things
you want to discuss.

I'm like your husband.

I don't believe that you killed
anyone either.

Thanks.

He also told me about
you and Mr. Pastolino.

Perhaps we could begin right there?

Yeah.

Look, I suppose it's safe to say
that Porter and I

were never your typical suburban couple.

I love him dearly and I'd never leave him.

But Rocky...

Well, Rocky and I were
the item back in high school,

and I'd just never gotten over him.

He was the fullback on our school team,

the Gibbsville Panthers. [chuckles]

And he was beautiful.

And I was the drum majorette

and for three years
we were the dream couple,

when he wasn't cheating on me
with Gloria Lesko or Francine O'Hara.

Then one day my father,
the scrap metal dealer, well,

he hits the jackpot with a bunch
of government contracts and...

I mean, we're talking serious money.

So all of a sudden
it was goodbye Gibbsville,

hello Bar Harbor and Aspen.

And he sends me, me,
little Sheila Kowalski,

who when I'm not hanging out
at the bowling alley,

I'm wearing little white boots,
twirling flaming batons,

for God's sake, four of them.

And my pop wants to send me
to finishing school

in, can you believe, Switzerland?

[chuckles]

Which probably didn't help
your romance with Rocky.

Tell me.

We tried to stay in touch
for a while, but the money...

the money put more of a distance
between us than the miles.

So anyway, ten years later,

I decided to grow some roots
and I married Porter.

He had all the breeding and stuff

that Dad always wanted for me,
except the no bucks.

I've got enough money to live
four lifetimes.

Porter was the problem.

He didn't have a lot of drive,
for sex or for anything else.

The "anything else" part
didn't matter that much, but...

Anyway, dear, sweet Porter,

without even letting on,
he went and tracked Rocky down,

and he sort of presented him
to me for my birthday.

Sheila, when did you find out

that Rocky was going to go away
with Miss Gable?

When the police told me.
I was in total shock.

If I'd known, I might have taken
a tire iron to Margaret myself.

But never Rocky. Never.
I loved him too much.

And besides, like I told you,

he was always fooling around with women.

He'd been doing that since we were kids.

Sheila, there's something else.

The jewelry thefts,
it needs to be aired out.

I guess it's just a leftover
from when I was growing up

on the wrong side of the coal mines.

You know, when you used to
snitch candy bars and stuff.

I don't know.

Sometimes I just get these moods

and I've just gotta filch something
or I think I'm gonna burst.

Anyway, it doesn't do anybody any harm.

Nobody gets hurt.

Except, perhaps, Mr. Pastolino.

-Oh, Lieutenant Stuyvesant.
-Ow!

Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you all right?

Oh, that's okay. It'll probably grow back.

Tell me, how's Mrs. Finley doing?

Oh, very well, thanks to your kindness.

-Lieutenant, I--
-She told you?

Listen, Mrs. Fletcher,
I would really appreciate it if,

you know, you'd pass that along
to Mr. Borden.

I mean, without making
a real big deal out of it.

Oh, of course.
Lieutenant, when you were--

Listen, can I ask your advice,
Mrs. Fletcher?

I faxed my resume to him this morning.

Do you think it's too early
for a follow-up call?

Look, I--I'm sorry,
but I'm really not an authority

on that sort of thing.

Lieutenant, when you were going through
Mr. Pastolino's belongings,

could you determine whether or not
he had any assets?

Well, aside from
the $18,000 cash and change

that we found in his room,

no, he didn't own anything
except his underwear.

Really?

I mean, no bank account,
no stocks, no real estate?

Nada. He didn't even have
a safe deposit box.

Hmm.

It makes you wonder what he was
planning to live on

in Rio de Janeiro.

Who knows how his mind works?

You know, no roots,
all that kind of stuff.

But I can appreciate how you'd
want to help

your friend Mrs. Finley off the hook,

but this guy...

Hello.

Well...

Looks like it came off some lady's outfit.

Have you seen that before?

If Stuyvesant wants to
ask me about the bow,

why doesn't he ask me about the bow?

I think he wanted me to sort of
run interference for him.

Something about the rest of his career.

Okay.

I did follow Rocky to the garage.

He had been cool toward me for days,

and I was trying to get him
to talk about it, you know.

And he has a temper, he lost it,

and that's when he pushed me
up against the car.

I guess that's when the bow
fell off my shoe.

And that's how you got
the bruise on your ankle.

Jessica,

he was still alive
when I went back to the party.

I'm in real trouble, aren't I?

I think so.

Look, Jessica, I know
you're supposed to go home,

but would you stay over tonight
for me, please?

I need help.

[knocking at door]

-Margaret?
-Mrs. Fletcher.

Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk.

No, I'm sorry, I really have to--

Oh, wait, wait, please.

I think that you and I both
want the same thing,

to see that Mr. Pastolino's
killer is punished.

That's already in the works.

That is unless
Mrs. Finley's money gets her off.

But you don't really think
that Sheila killed him?

Mr. Finley said
that you'd given your notice?

Yes.

Tomorrow, I'm...

I'm going back to Vermont
and put this all behind me.

It was... it was going to be
so perfect in Rio.

[sniffs] Just Rocco and me.

We were gonna get a little house.

Yes, about that.

Rio is so very expensive.

I assume that you and Rocky discussed
what you were going to live on down there.

The reason I bring it up is that

it might have some bearing on his murder.

I didn't have the impression

that Rocco was particularly wealthy.

He had some cash saved up,

and he was expecting a lot more
before we left.

Did he tell you where it was coming from?

No.

But he said we were gonna get
some money every few months.

He had an investment program.

You know, where you get some money,

you get a regular income.

[muffled screaming]

[meowing]

[lamp crashing]

[door handle rattling]

[Porter] Sheila?

[knocking at door]

Sheila?

Sheila, are you all right?

You! Stop!

[glass shattering]

-Sheila?
-Sheila?

Sheila. Sheila!

Oh, my God!

[Porter] Lieutenant,

my wife has been through hell
the past couple of days,

so if you have nothing further...

No, I--I guess that's it.

If I have any more questions,
I'll let you know.

-Fine.
-I'll see myself out.

So much for our state-of-the-art
security system.

We should have saved our money
and bought a few more cats.

Yep, this one's paste, also.

All of these, even the little pin
that she gave me?

But I've got to tell you, ma'am,
they're the best I've ever seen.

All except this.

Now, why should this be
the only one that's real?

Incredible, Jess.

A man as reputable as DL Beaumont

permitting Sheila to steal fakes

and collecting millions for them.

And if that burglar hadn't
tried to steal them,

we'd never have known.

You know there may be another
explanation for this, Drew.

Jessica. I know that look.

Well, suppose this robbery attempt

wasn't just a coincidence?

May I use your phone?

Please. Dial nine.

I need a name,

a guest that was
at Sheila and Porter's party.

[Jessica] But Lieutenant,
she's already agreed to cooperate.

Yes, I know that I should have
consulted you first, but I...

I knew that she was leaving town.

Oh, dear.

Well, yes, of course,
it is your investigation,

but Mr. Borden's going to be
very disappointed.

Why? Because this was his idea.

Well, isn't it nice of you to reconsider.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I know that
Mr. Borden will be very pleased.

Uh-huh.

So, Miss Gable, Rocco told you.

He was worried about my future.

The man was all heart.

Yes.

You see, he left me what you might call

a little insurance policy
with your uncle's name,

the name of the jewelry store in Boston,

and all about how you'd pay him

not to go to the police
with your jewelry scam.

It's a shame that Mrs. Finley
had to go and kill him

before we could start enjoying
all that money.

I guess now
I'll have to enjoy it by myself.

Did you bring it?

Yes, I brought you exactly
what I had for Rocco.

Now, there's a gun under this table
equipped with a silencer.

In this room, no one will ever hear it.

Now, very quietly,

you're going to get up
and walk with me to my car.

That's where you're wrong, friend.

We're gonna take
a nice little walk to my car.

Get him out of here.

[officer] You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be...

Go home, Margaret.

Beaumont?

All he knew was
that Mrs. Finley had this little problem

and that he'd get paid by the husband
for each piece he let her steal.

So Sheila would wear a piece
once or twice,

then consign it to a drawer
full of old jewelry,

the way most women would treat
inexpensive costume jewelry.

Then what?

Rocco would take it and bring it to you?

[Lieutenant] That scans.

Because we found a key
in Mr. Pastolino's quarters

that fits the drawer
in Mrs. Finley's jewelry box.

And then I'd send it up
to my uncle in Boston.

And he would strike an exact copy,

which you would then return
to Mrs. Finley's collection,

and then he would sell the original.

That's how Barbara Loring,
the Boston socialite,

happened to be wearing a pair of so-called
one-of-a-kind earrings

exactly the same as the ones
that Sheila remembered having owned.

Incidentally, your uncle has admitted
to splitting the money with you.

[sighs]

Look, I had nothing to do
with Rocco's death.

I mean, why would I kill him?
I needed him.

Sure, you did.

But not enough to put up
with his demand for a larger share.

Or his threat to tell
the police the whole story

once he was safely away in Rio de Janeiro.

That's not true. Rocco and I were friends.

Give it up, Lockner.

We've got fibers
that are gonna match your clothes.

We've got traces of paint
on the gloves you wore

that are gonna turn out to be
from the tire iron you hit him with.

And there's no way you're gonna be able
to account for the time that night.

All right.

Rocco found out
he wasn't our only supplier.

I'd been enlisting the employees
of other wealthy women,

paying them to steal
their bosses' jewelry for us.

He demanded 100,000 in cash.

He said it was a one-time payment,

that he'd be out of our hair.

But I found out he was going to Rio.

I knew I'd be shelling out
blackmail payments forever.

I had to put a stop to it.

So, he wanted the money delivered
the night of the party,

so I...

I crept onto the estate and...

Rocky, what is going on?

You've been cold towards me for days.

You're not talking to me.
Will you talk to me about it, sweetheart?

Look at me. Come on.
What's the matter with you? Kiss me.

-Damn it, Sheila!
-Ow!

I told you, nothing's bothering me!

Oh!

[crying] Oh, Rocky...

Just chill out, okay?

All right.

Okay.

[Sheila whimpers]

Come on. Come on. Come on.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I love you.

-Hey.
-What?

You better get back into your party
before your friends begin to think

you're out here fooling around
with the chauffeur again.

-I am.
-[laughs]

And they'd be jealous.

Okay.

I love you.

He didn't leave me any option.

So, you decided to steal
Mrs. Finley's jewelry,

so no one else would figure out the truth.

And considering what Rocco must have
told you about the Finley's system,

it was probably easy for you
to break in last night.

If it hadn't been for that damned cat,
no one would have ever been the wiser.

Let me put it another way.

If you don't vote for Drew Borden
for District Attorney,

the bad guys might get you.

Thank you.

Well... what does everybody think?

-You were wonderful!
-Sheila, that was wonderful.

-Was it? Oh, good.
-It was perfect.

-Bravo!
-I wish you the best.

Good luck to you.

-I wish you the best.
-Thank you.

All right. Thanks, doll.

I got the results of the latest poll.
You're ahead by three more points.

Well...

Drew, you know,
I have the feeling that the one person

who could win more votes
than you is Sheila.

Don't think I'm not relieved
it's too late for her to file.

[laughing] I know.

[all laughing]

Oh, Jessica, darling.

Oh, thank you so much.

This whole thing,
it's just changed my life.

Well, not too much, I hope.

Well, not in the important ways.

Just no more Rockys. [chuckles]

Oh, look, isn't that pretty?