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[man] The peace and serenity of Carmel.

[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Ms. Tremaine cut her throat
with a straight razor.

Vivian has come back.

Vivian is dead.

You have got to deal with this

or be destroyed by it.

They killed my mother.

You’re not suggesting I sleep with Martin?

Don’t let the old bastard
take advantage of you.

What was that?

Strange things have been
going on in the house.

No!

No!

Hello?

[Martin] Jessica.

Martin!

Yes, dear.

Are you involved in anything

terribly important at the moment?

Oh, only the drudgery of proof sheets.

Look, I think I’d rather
be at the dentist’s office.

Oh, you finish a book
and send it off to the publisher

and let your creative juices
ferment again.

A play hangs over your head
like the sword of damocles

until the reviews come in.

Ah, is that why I didn’t get a card
from you at christmas?

Are you working on another play?

Finished it.

Well, at least I think I have,

which is really why
I wanted to talk to you.

I want you to read it, Jessica.

I’ve always relied on your opinions.

Why, I’d be delighted.

Would you think of sending me
a copy by express mail?

No, no, I really want to talk
to you about it in person.

Is there any way you could just

slip off here to Carmel for a few days?

Oh, it sounds very tempting, Martin,

but, you know, I’m up to my eyeballs

with these proof sheets.

Well, bring them with you.

I mean, what better place to work on them

than the peace and serenity of Carmel?

Please come out, Jessica,
I really need to talk to you.

Is everything alright, Martin?

No, no, it isn’t,

but I can’t talk about it
on the telephone.

Please come out, Jessica,
I need to see you.

Martin, darling, Angel of Death

is absolutely the best thing
you’ve ever written.

I mean, talk about powerful.

It’s going to blow them
right out of their seats.

Even in New York right now
they’re excited about it.

Not a word in the papers,
already everybody knows.

But I’ve got to be
honest with you, Martin.

I mean, as the director,
as your closest friend,

it still needs something.

Yeah, yeah, so you’ve been saying, Barney.

Just, it’s just so down.

People aren’t going to want
to pay 50 bucks a seat

and walk out of the theater
depressed, even if it is art.

I mean great art.

Well, Barney, of course,

if you don’t think you can direct it...

Martin, The Devil’s Anvil
was a lock for the pulitzer,

everybody said so.

It closed after 43 performances.

Look, if you can’t give them happy,

at least you can give them hope.

Martin, I do think it would
be so much better

if I didn’t die in the second act.

Really?

Look, even Carol agrees,
and she’s an actress,

she’s got instincts about these things.

Look, I’ve got some ideas, Marty.

I’d like to show you my notes.

Angel of Death will probably
be the last major work

that I will ever write.

I don’t want to have it

fixed just to sell more tickets.

Marty, I’m talking to you as your friend.

Your closest friend.

Look, at Vivian, if she were alive,

she’d tell you the same thing.

Leave Vivian out of it!

My God, could you leave her out of it?

Courtney?

I’m sorry, dear, you startled me.

I thought you had gone to bed.

The cook just told me
you invited Jessica Fletcher.

Jessica, yes, yes,
she’ll be arriving tomorrow.

It would be so much easier
for me to manage the house

for you since mother died

if you would tell me these things.

Oh, I’m sorry, dear, it slipped my mind.

Oh, you couldn’t have been
a bigger help to me

if you were my own flesh and blood.

It’s just that uncle Alex is coming down
from San Francisco tomorrow.

I’d made plans.

Oh, that’s fine,

you and Alex do whatever you want to do.

He and I don’t seem to have much...

much to talk about lately.

Are you feeling alright?

Oh, yeah.

I’m just a little...tired, I guess.

I think I’d better go to bed.

-Good night.
-Good night.

[music box chiming]

Ah!

Oh, my God.

So, with the bottle in his
dressing room empty,

Burton decides to nip over
across the street

to the little bar there
for a couple of shooters

during intermission.

But the stage doorman

wouldn’t let him go out of the theater

with his wardrobe on,
so Burton stood there

and took off his Roman helmet

and his breastplate and his short sword.

Now, the bar across the street
is a working man’s bar,

truck drivers, cabbies,
that sort, you know.

So when Burton made
his entrance, in full makeup,

his calf-length Roman sandals

and his short Roman tunic skirt,

well, heads turned, let me tell you.

So Burton held up his head and said,

"why, what’s the matter here?

I mean, can’t a serviceman
get a drink in this place?"

Ah, well, there’s port in the library
for those who’d like.

Do you get out to the coast
very often, Mrs. Fletcher?

Well, as often as I can.

Oh, please call me Jessica.

I was out of the country when Vivian died

and I couldn’t make it to the funeral.

I’m really very sorry.

Thank you. Vivian and I
were the only children.

We were very close.

But it was difficult on courtney,

losing her mother that way.

Well, I’m sure Courtney appreciates

you staying so close.

I can see that

she has a very special affection for you.

Are you staying over?

Just tonight.

I have to drive back to San Francisco

tomorrow afternoon.

A good lawyer shouldn’t stay
too far away from his clients.

They might find out that
they really don’t need us.

Well, now that you’ve met everybody,

it’s time to go back to work.

Now, Martin, you invited me
for a quiet weekend

and then deliver me
into a houseful of people.

Well, if I had told you
the chaos I live in,

-would you have come here?
-Of course not.

Well, I’m beginning to wonder

if I’ll ever get to correct my proofs.

Ah, forget your proofs for a while.

Take this,

find a quiet place, read it,

and we’ll talk.

Hello.

Mrs. Fletcher.

You seem to have found

one of the loveliest spots on the grounds.

Next time bring some
bread crumbs for the squirrels.

Oh, yes, they were
already here, complaining.

Mrs. Fletcher,
this is my friend, Joe Collars.

How nice to meet you, Joe.

-Hi.
-Joe, Mrs. Fletcher writes mystery books.

I don’t get much time for reading.

Well, Martin has all her books.

I’ll get one, and you can
read to me sometime.

Yeah, that’d be great.

Well, I’d better get back to work.

I’ll stop by again soon, Lisa.

It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Fletcher.

Thank you.

What a nice young man.

Joe’s a good friend.

He stops by now and then
to see that I’m alright.

Am I interrupting your work?

Oh, no, no, not at all.

I was just reading Martin’s play.

Why don’t you come and sit next to me?

It’s nice to have an opportunity

to get better acquainted.

I just marvel at how...
well, how do you manage.

It took a while to get over
feeling sorry for myself,

but I’m learning every day,

and Martin’s been a great help.

Since the accident,

he’s let me stay here in the cottage,

made me feel like one of the family.

The accident?

The automobile accident,

that’s how I lost my sight,
about a year ago.

But I keep busy. I have my sculpting.

I see with my hands now.

That sounds fascinating.
I’d love to see your work.

Oh, come around to the cottage anytime.

I’m almost always there.

I will, thank you.

Good, I’d like that.

Well, what did you think of it?

Martin, when we first talked
on the phone in New York

and you told me that something was wrong,

to be honest, that’s why I came.

And having read angel of death,

well, I’m glad I did.

You hated it?

No, no, no, it’s a very powerful play.

I was very moved by it, and troubled.

It’s so dark, so devoid of hope.

Well, that’s life.

I mean, that’s the truth as I see it.

Yes, but that’s what troubles me, Martin.

I mean, your main character, Mallory,

he seems totally driven by guilt.

And I’ve known you long enough, Martin,

to recognize who Mallory is.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

I was hoping it wouldn’t be
that transparent.

I’ve been trying to come to grips

with my feelings
since Vivian killed herself.

Listen, that’s what bothers me
so much about Angel of Death.

There’s so much pain
that’s still unresolved.

Well, this will be the last thing

I will have ever written.

Well, I certainly hope not, Martin.

Well, that’s why I had to talk to you.

I have very little time left.

You see, Jessica, I’m losing my mind.

Very rapidly I’m going insane.

Martin, you are clearly
under a great deal of stress,

but look, in my experience,

people who are really
losing their minds are,

well, usually the last to know.

Now, have you consulted a doctor?

Doctors, about this?

Oh, my God, no, no, of course not.

Jessica, it’s far beyond doctors.

But--

You know the kind of a life I’ve led.

Early, immediate success, what a curse.

I’ve lived a life
filled with artistic arrogance

filled with total
and complete selfishness.

Everyone who has ever loved me

I have completely destroyed.

Martin, I have respected
your work all the years

that I’ve known you,
but I have to be honest.

What I am hearing from you now

sounds more like self-pity than insanity.

Very bravely put, as a true friend.

But you see, you don’t know,
you just don’t know.

Vivian has come back.

Martin, Vivian is dead.

And she has come back to punish me.

I killed her, Jessica.

Martin, Vivian committed suicide.

I am totally responsible.

Jessica, I have seen her.

Seen her? Where?

Here, here, in the house.

Upstairs, in the hallway,
out in the woods.

Not in my dreams, Jessica,
while I’m awake.

Martin, you have got to deal with this

or be destroyed by it.

You have got to see someone.

Yes, that’s why you’re here.

Thank God you’ve come.

You look frazzled, Courtney.
Are you alright?

I’m trying, uncle Alex.

It’s just that, well,

running a house for a literary legend

is a full-time job.

Yeah, well, don’t let the old bastard
take advantage of you.

He’s been a user all of his life.

Don’t worry about me.

You know, mother never learned
how to stand up to him,

and she paid the price.

But I’m stronger than he is,

whether he knows it or not.

I believe you’re right.

How’s Philip doing? Behaving himself?

He’s fine.

A little under-employed,
but that suits him.

Looking after Martin’s
investment portfolio

isn’t exactly a career,

but it keeps him from straying too far.

Well, I just wish the two of you

would get out of here

and just make a life of your own.

We will, soon.

Oh, hello.

Where’s Martin?

Well, he was feeling a little tired,

he thought he’d take a nap.

I was just coming to try to find you

so I could say goodbye.

I’m going to hit the road
back up to San Francisco,

try to beat the traffic.

You know, if you’re ever up there,

I wish you’d give me a call,
I’m in the book.

Well, thank you, perhaps I will.

See you soon.

Courtney, I’m a little
worried about Martin.

Have you noticed anything that,

well, that might suggest that
he wasn’t feeling well?

No, nothing special.

He seems older since my mother died,

but that’s understandable, isn’t it?

Yes.

Vivian’s death must have been
very difficult for you, too, Courtney.

More than you could
imagine, Mrs. Fletcher.

But I’ve come to terms with it.

Yes, well, I’m going try
and find a comfortable spot

and get to work on my papers.

You’re on my property.

Well, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know.

Call off your dog, please.

Come.

I thought I was on
Martin Tremaine’s property.

Oh, that frightened the wits out of me.

Tremaine’s property
ends there at that tree.

I’m very sorry, I assure you
I didn’t mean to intrude.

Tell Tremaine it’s no good
sending infiltrating patrols.

General Stark’s perimeter
is well-defended.

What are you getting at, Philip?

Do you have any idea

what this place is worth
these days, darling?

No, but I’m sure you do.

You should take more interest
in your stepfather’s affairs.

He’s going to leave it all to us,

I’ve seen the papers.

I’ve seen the will, too, Philip,

and I don’t remember
seeing your name on it.

Share and share alike.

Why don’t you let me help you relax?

You smell like a brewery,

and I’ve got some things to do downstairs.

Martin, you really should put a sign

on your property line, you know.

Someone could step on a landmine.

I wouldn’t give that
old idiot the satisfaction.

Martin, what you were
telling me this afternoon,

I think you should see someone,
talk to a professional.

A shrink?

Well, you start with a thorough check-up.

I mean, it might be stress,
might be organic.

But one thing I do know,
you mustn’t ignore it.

Let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Oh, my dear,

I feel so much better
just having you here.

I think we could both do
with a good night’s sleep.

I’ll see you in the morning.

Good night.

I’ll just finish my brandy.

No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

Martin?

Martin, are you alright?

Did you see her? Did you see her?

Who?

Vivian! She was here! Oh, my God.

-Martin, please, calm yourself.
-She’ll never forgive me.

-She’ll never give me any peace, never!
-What happened?

What’s the matter?

Martin, are you alright?

Were you having another bad dream?

Yes, that’s what it was.

It must have been a bad dream.

Courtney, did you see anything outside

or on the stairs?

No.

Perhaps you’d better take
one of those sedatives

that Dr. Blankenship prescribed for you.

Oh, Jessica, I’m terribly sorry
about all this.

Martin, tell me what happened.

No, not now.

You’ve broken mother’s music box.

Oh, yes, it slipped out of my hand.

I’m sorry.

This should help make you sleep,

which is, I think, what we all need.

I’m just dreadfully sorry
about all this, Jessica.

I’ll be all right now. Yes.

-Good night, Martin.
-Good night, dear.

Good night, Martin.

[dog barking]

[screaming]

[Lisa] Help me! Somebody help me!

Did you hear that?

-Somebody screamed out there.
-Yes.

[knocking on door]

Oh, Lisa!

For God’s sake, help me!

What’s the matter?

I don’t know, but something terrible’s

there by the cottage.

I think we better go and check.

See if you find a flashlight.

Courtney, look after Lisa for me.

Is there a light switch?

It’s Philip.

Yes, ma’am, thank you very much.

Miss Ryder, let’s see now,

you were asleep in the cottage,

and what time did we say it was?

About 1 o’clock.

I had been asleep when something woke me.

I can’t be sure what it was, some noise.

Could it have been a dog barking?

Possibly.

I heard someone moving around,

then something touched me.

I was terrified.

Then what happened?

I’m not exactly sure,
everything happened so fast.

Something was knocked over,
and then I heard a gasp,

a terrible moan.

I’m not sure what happened next.

I think I started screaming.

I had to get out of there,

but I tripped over something on the floor

and I ran to the house.

Yes, ma’am.

You mentioned something
about a knife for cutting clay?

Yes, I think it was probably
an old butcher knife.

Miss Fletcher, did you see
that knife out there?

No, no.

Sheriff, I just went over
everything again.

There’s no knife out there in the cottage.

Whoever did it probably took it with him.

Well, it could be one of those
drifters up the beach.

Miss Ryder, can you give me a reason

why Philip stoddard was in your cottage

the night he was murdered?

No.

Philip was nice.

He used to come around sometimes to talk,

just being friendly, but never at night.

Nothing like that.

Yes, ma’am.

Well, that sure is a puzzle,
now, isn’t it?

I have to call uncle Alex
and tell him what happened.

You haven’t had any sleep.

Maybe you should just rest for a while.

I know that you really must be
feeling bad, Ms. Stoddard.

I hate to do this,
but there is one more question

that I need to ask.

Do you know of any reason why your husband

would be at miss Ryder’s cottage at night?

No.

I woke up when I heard the commotion

and I realized he hadn’t come to bed.

Did he ever go for a walk?

Sometimes, not very often.

Well, now, we’ve got to consider
every possibility.

Maybe he went for a walk
and saw a drifter.

Maybe the stranger was
trying to get in the cottage.

Thank you, ladies.

Sheriff.

Yes, ma’am.

Did you forget to tell me
something more about this?

Well, not exactly, it’s just
that Martin told me that

strange things have been
going on in the house.

Like what?

Well, it’s a bit awkward,

but Martin said that he saw somebody,

somebody who was
wandering around in the house,

out in the grounds,
and he saw her last night.

Her?

[Martin] Lisa. Lisa. Lisa.

Jessica, Jessica, you’ve got to warn Lisa.

Vivian is trying to kill Lisa.

Call a doctor right away.

Yes, ma’am.

Well, they’ve taken Martin to the clinic.

The doctor says he’s going to be fine.

He thinks it’s just a
case of stress and fatigue.

I’m glad to hear that.

They’ve given him
something to make him sleep,

so I couldn’t talk to him.

You know, sheriff, something
very strange is going on.

Yesterday Martin told me that

he thought that he was going mad,

that he’d seen Vivian.

Of course, I don’t happen
to believe in ghosts.

Me neither,

not the kind that walk around
in human form,

but I’ve seen the kind
that live in people’s heads.

Tremaine really took his
wife’s suicide hard,

Ms. Fletcher.

Sheriff McAllester, I was in Europe

when Vivian took her own life.

Do you have any idea why she did it?

Well, most people
kill themselves out of despair.

They can’t face something,
they can’t go on.

Yes.

And I heard that Tremaine
collected conquests.

You know what I mean?

Well, yes, I heard
the same thing in the old days.

The suicide was gory.

Ms. Tremaine cut her throat
with a straight razor

in his bathroom.

He found her.

Oh, how awful! I didn’t know.

It was never in the newspapers.

Well, they kind of hushed it up.

You know, if he’s starting to see things,

I kind of understand it.

Well, perhaps, but I can’t help

but think that somebody
is nudging him along.

Now, his stepdaughter Courtney

has been giving him these capsules.

On the label it says "generic sedative."

Would it be possible
to have those analyzed?

I’ll be happy to, ma’am.

You suppose this has something to do with

Stoddard’s murder, Ms. Fletcher?

I think it’s possible.

-Thank you, sheriff.
-Thank you.

[Jessica] I bet you’ve got some ideas
of your own about this murder.

Wouldn’t surprise me if it was his wife.

Courtney? Hmm, any special reason?

From what I saw,

you know, just stopping by
once in a while,

it’s like she was
on his case all the time.

And Philip Stoddard?

Nothing I could put my finger on,

but I got the feeling
he had the eye for Lisa.

Oh.

Did Lisa ever tell you
anything about Philip?

No. Lisa’s still kind of
jammed up about being blind.

It’s kind of like
she’s closed herself off to men.

Well, she seems to like you, Joe.

I’ve asked her out a couple of times,

but like she told me,

she’s not ready yet to get involved.

Well, thanks for the lift, Joe.

Yes, ma’am.

Jessica, is it true?

I’m afraid so, Alex.

Do they know who killed Martin?

What exactly did Courtney tell you?

Nothing, all I got was a short message

from my service that said
there’d been a murder.

It wasn’t Martin.
I’m afraid it was Philip.

Oh, good God!

[Alex] I’m so very sorry.

I came back down just as soon as I heard.

I’m glad you’re here, uncle Alex.

Well, now, how did this happen, huh?

Who did this?

How’s Martin?

He’s resting at the clinic.

Apparently it’s nothing serious.

Martin collapsed this morning.

Oh, yes, leave it to Martin
to do the melodramatic thing.

You don’t like him very much, do you?

I have not had much respect for him

since what he did to my sister.

Yes, yes, I suppose I can understand that.

But what I can’t understand is

what Lisa Ryder has to do with all this.

Oh, don’t you?

They killed my mother.

Martin and his lovely little typist.

My mother walked into the cottage

and found them in bed together
the day she committed suicide.

I see.

Well, I thought it might
be something like that.

Lisa wasn’t blind then, was she?

No, she wasn’t.

Martin keeps her around to feed his guilt.

You know, I hate to even
think such a thing,

but if Martin were to...

were to die, well, you know,
his last play,

produced posthumously,
it would be a world event,

get world attention.

Oh, Jessica, how is Martin doing?

Oh, he’s resting comfortably.

Apparently it was only exhaustion.

Oh, he’s really been having
a hard time with Angel of Death.

Have you read it?

Yes.

I wonder if you feel as I do.

I mean, it’s terrific, it really is,

but I just think it needs
a few little things

to make it a little bit more commercial.

Well, I’m sure as a director

you probably have instincts
about those things, Barney.

Apparently you have quite
extensive changes in mind.

Those are only my notes, Jessica.

Yes. Well, actually,
I came looking for Lisa.

Anyone seen her?

Well, as far as I know,
she’s out in the cottage.

Hmm, I don’t think she should
be alone at this time,

with this storm coming up.

Lisa, may I come in?

It’s open, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, thank you.

Just beat the rain.

May I turn on a light?

Oh, of course. It’s just by the door.

Oh, yes.

Hope I’m not interrupting you.

Not at all, I was just tidying up.

Would you like some tea?

Oh, that would be wonderful.

Shall I just help myself?

Did your work get badly damaged?

Hmm, nothing serious.

It’s cracked, but that’s easily fixed.

You know, it really is quite,
quite beautiful.

Thank you.

I have to keep it damp
so that it won’t dry too fast.

You really are a remarkable woman, Lisa,

managing the way you do.

I mean, finding something
creative to fill your life

takes great courage.

You told me that you lost your sight
in an automobile accident.

Would you mind if I asked you
if you were driving?

No.

Would it, by any chance, have been Martin?

Yes.

Did he tell you?

No, no, but it does explain some things

that were worrying me.

Martin felt so guilty.

He wasn’t even scratched,
and I, well, I lost my sight.

When I saw Martin in the clinic,
he was very groggy,

but he said something that worries me.

He said he thought that
you might be in danger

from his dead wife, Vivian.

Martin and I fell in love.

Vivian found us together.

That may be why she killed herself.

Martin felt so badly about it.

Whatever there had been
between Martin and me,

it was over.

I tried to be supportive,
help him through it.

Then there was the accident.

So, here we are.

Life goes on.

Yes.

You know, you really are remarkable, Lisa.

I mean, well, just now,

I put the kettle back on the wrong burner,

but your hand went directly to it,

almost as if you could see.

My hand sensed the heat.

It’s one of the compensations
blind people develop.

Uh-oh, it’s beginning to rain buckets.

I think I should close that window.

Oh, Lisa, the lights have all gone out.

Do you have a flashlight or some candles?

It happens every time there’s a storm.

Oh, I think I better report it.

Now the phone’s dead.

[Lisa] That one was close.

Yes.

What was that?

Lisa, Lisa, I want you to come
and stand here beside me.

Is everything alright?

There, that’s the girl.

Lisa, Lisa, you alright?

It’s Joe.

Joe.

There’s been a power outage in the area.

I was making my rounds, and as I came up,

I saw somebody trying to run away.

Couldn’t make out who it was.

Are you two alright?

Well, yes.

Someone was either trying
to break into the cottage

or give us the most awful fright.

I’ve assigned Joe full-time
to keep an eye on the cottage.

I’m curious, sheriff.

Was Joe Collars working the night

that Philip Stoddard was murdered?

Yes, patrol night shift, why?

Oh, no reason.

I was about to forget.

That hunch you had about
Tremaine’s prescription?

Well, you were right.

Those capsules weren’t
the sedative on the label.

Turns out to be gransaloid,

a powerful, powerful antidepressant.

You know, if it were misadministered,

I mean, that might have
very dangerous effects.

Would you have any idea
who stands to inherit

if anything should happen to Martin?

The stepdaughter, Courtney Stoddard.

I checked.

I’ve been mulling
over the whole situation.

Now, because she’s blind,

Lisa keeps the cottage dark at night.

What if Philip Stoddard
were stabbed by mistake?

What if the murderer
intended to kill someone else?

Like Martin Tremaine?

It’s a possibility
that we have to consider.

And you still haven’t found the knife?

No, ma’am, not yet.

Sheriff, whoever killed Philip Stoddard,

if it were somebody from the house,

they wouldn’t have much time
to dispose of the knife.

Would it be legal to get
a search warrant for the house?

Not only would it be legal,

but it would be wise
and prudent police work.

With all the rain, there’s no tracks.

But somebody was out there.

I mean, the question is why?

Be careful.

Oh, Blitzen’s a big pussycat.

Oh, you could’ve fooled me.

He’s always coming around for snacks.

Even Martin feeds him,
just to annoy General Stark.

But I heard him barking.

He only barks at strangers

or when he thinks
General Stark wants him to.

Sheriff, what if the killer came back
last night to get something?

Something incriminating
that he possibly left behind

when he committed the murder.

Joe checked everything out here.

Did he notice this?

No, ma’am.

I mean, it looks like mud,

but it could be terracotta clay.

Now remember, this statue
was toppled off its stand.

Lisa, could I take this cover off?

Sure.

Now, you see the crack there?

Yes, ma’am.

Lisa, is this hollow inside?

Yes, terracotta has to be
hollow to dry evenly.

I found this in your closet, Ms. Stoddard.

Do you have any explanation?

There’s nothing to explain,
it’s a keepsake.

It’s the costume my mother
wore in her last play.

Sheriff, listen,
as an attorney, I fail to see

what this dress has to do
with your search warrant.

Well, we were looking for a murder weapon

when we found it.

Mr. Ericson, I can assure you it’s legal.

Ms. Stoddard, we also
found this vial of medicine.

It’s more gransaloid.

It’s an antidepressant
the doctor prescribed for me

after my mother died.

I stopped taking it.

Yes, ma’am, but the question is,

how did this get in the vial of sedatives

that you were giving Mr. Tremaine?

How could you do this?

How could you do this to me?

Do you hate me that much?

Hate?

The word isn’t strong enough.

I wanted you to pay

for all the pain you caused my mother.

Then it was me that you meant
to kill out in the cottage.

No.

Then you mean you meant to kill Philip?

I’m not saying another word

until I get legal advice from uncle Alex.

Sheriff.

The knife isn’t in there, Mr. Ericson.

We’ve already found it.

You can’t prove anything, McAllester.

Oh, I think we can.

I wouldn’t be surprised
if your fingerprints

were all over it.

If they weren’t,

why were you so desperate
to get it before it was found?

When did you realize

that it was Alex who murdered Philip?

Well, I didn’t, at least not right away,

until Lisa mentioned

that the dog only barked at strangers.

Yes, but I thought that Alex
was in San Francisco that night.

But that’s what he wanted
everyone to think.

But when he came back the next day,

he thought that it was you
who had been murdered.

You mean, he thought
that he was killing me?

I’m afraid he hated you, too, Martin.

He must’ve come back

and been lurking around somewhere outside

when Philip slipped out
to pay a call on Lisa.

Alex must’ve thought it was you.

[Martin] Yes, I’d seen Philip
staring at Lisa.

That poor child,

I can’t believe she encouraged him.

[Jessica] In the dark,
Alex must’ve stabbed Philip,

thinking it was you, Martin.

And when Lisa screamed,
alerting the household,

well, he had to act quickly,

so he hid the knife in the statue,

which was split open on the floor,

climbed out of a window,

and left his handprint on the window sill.

So, it was Alex who tried to break
into the cottage last night.

Well, he had to get that knife
before it was found.

And even Courtney didn’t realize
that Alex was the murderer?

No, she had her own sick agenda,

trying to drive you mad.

Yes, well, she almost succeeded.

Well, it’s almost like a
greek tragedy, isn’t it?

Speaking of plays, Martin...

Yes, I know, I’ve been
thinking about what you said.

I’ve decided to rewrite Angel of Death,

and I think that my character, Mallory,

must’ve learned something
from his experiences,

wouldn’t you say?

Martin, I think you’ve made
a very wise decision.

Yeah.