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[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Oh!

If the government
pulls the rug out from under us,

this whole thing
could fall to pieces.

Jessica, this is
Marika Valenti.

Marika here has helped
the police solve

several murders
with her psychic powers.

Daddy has disappeared.

I’ve a terrible feeling
he’s not coming back.

...and then through
there opens the door,

and quietly comes
into the room.

There was definitely
a woman here last night.

Tell me about
150 million dollars.

Don’t you realize
that breaking into privileged files

is a form of stealing?

He’s dead.
Buck is dead.

No!

Ever since I found out,
I’ve been in shock.

Well, I can certainly
understand that.

When I was your age,
I wanted desperately to be

completely independent.

I want to be a really
good book editor.

And I wanted to be
a good teacher.

Yeah, but your father
didn’t buy the school.

Mine’s negotiating to buy
the publishing house.

Which would make him
my publisher.

And my boss.

Goodbye credibility.

Once again,
I’d be a rich kid dabbling

in one of daddy’s companies.

Well, I can certainly testify

for your excellence
as an editor.

And as you know, I’m not
that easy to please.

Simon Legree in a skirt.

Well, maybe not that bad.

Are you sure you don’t mind
having dinner with daddy?

He was so insistent.

Of course not.
Certainly not.

I’m looking forward
to meeting your father.

He just bought the Lazy L
steakhouse chain.

And he’s opening
one in New York City tonight.

That’s where
we’re gonna meet him.

Oh, I’ve eaten
in a Lazy L.

And they have
a very nice down home

family atmosphere,
very nice.

Daddy’s changed the name
to Buck’s Buckaroo.

I’m not sure the atmosphere
is gonna be quite

the same as you remember.

[music playing]

Wide, Mr. Wilson.

You are so right.

The Lazy L
was never like this.

I should have warned you.

-Wow.
-Dad.

Just one more.

Daddy, daddy.

Oh, hi, baby.

How is my little girl?

Just fine.

This here is Molly.

Molly, this is
my daughter, Sally.

Hi.

Hello.

And you just got
to be Jessica Fletcher.

And you just got
to be Buck Wilson.

Sally must have told you.

I’m thinking about buying
your publishing house.

Well, as you well know,
Mr. Wilson,

it’s not mine to sell.

Of course not,

or else, come next Friday,
you’d be richer

by 19 million dollars

and that’s just
the down payment.

Buck, we’ve been looking
all over for you,

haven’t we, George?

-Oh, just about.
-Hello, Sally.

Hello.

What, I didn’t know
you’re gonna be here.

Don’t you look wonderful?

Jessica, this is my uncle George
and aunt Janine Foster.

This is Mrs. Fletcher.

Hello.

How do you do?
Nice to meet you.

George, now did you make sure
the 36 caddies

get to Pasadena in time
for the classic car show?

Yes, Sir.

It was picked up this afternoon
and it’s on its way.

Buck,
I got to talk to you.

Excuse us, ladies.

Leave it to George
to interrupt pleasure

with business.

I’m sorry, but
these rumors keep growing

about a possible investigation

into the corporation’s
financial affairs.

Let them investigate.

I’ve got nothing to hide.

Well, it’s certainly colorful
compared to the Lazy L.

The word is garish,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Buck has this publicity woman
to think of gimmicks

and this time
it’s a phony psychic

to predict incredible success
for the Buckaroo chain.

Yes, I think I read about
that in a Wall Street paper.

Maria something?

Marika.

Buck, we are not
that protected.

If the government pulls
the rug out from under us,

this whole thing
could fall to pieces.

I got to say, it wasn’t
the right time to buy

this damn white elephant.

Here, George,
this little lady will take

your mind off your troubles.

Oh, is this your
friend, cowboy?

Just feed the boy, darling.

All you have to do is
open your mouth, George.

Molly does the rest.

Come on, Jessica.

There’s somebody
I want you to meet.

Open up.

Wow.

There you go.

Open up again.

[Marika] I see a handsome man
from Oklahoma

with a stylish woman
from Maine

bearing a remarkable
resemblance

to the writer J.B. Fletcher.

Am I close?

Right on the money.

This woman has
second sight.

Are you sure you didn’t
see our reflections

in your crystal ball?

Jessica, this is
Marika Valenti.

She doesn’t need
that prop crystal bowl.

She’s a real psychic.

Well, I’m very pleased
to meet you.

I’ve been looking
forward to it.

We have something in common.

Marika here has helped
the police solve several murders

with her psychic powers.

I keep telling Marika

she should write
about her experiences.

I bet you can
help her on that, couldn’t you, Jessica?

Well now, I’m not sure.

So this is where
you went.

Hello, Marika.

Forecasting the future of
steak houses?

Next thing you know
you’ll be writing a column

for the Wall Street Journal.

Try the fillet, honey.

I had it flown in
from Fort Worth this afternoon.

Doggone it, we ought to see
each other more often.

Well, I hope that’s not why
you’re trying to buy

that publishing company.

Would that be so terrible?

This old boy’s about had it.

I’m gonna have my driver
run me up to West Chester.

I know
you’re very busy, Jessica.

Thanks for making
the time to stop by.

I enjoyed it.

Bye now.
Take care of yourself.

Bye, daddy.

So long, Marika.

And remember,
the fates have got to be

with Bucks Buckaroo.

There’s a room
full of rich investors here

and rich investors
want happy futures.

I trade in the futures,
Mr. Wilson.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Let’s get out
of here, Jessica.

Yeah, and find somewhere
quiet for a light dinner.

I like your father, but I’m not sure
about his taste in restaurants.

Sally. Mrs. Fletcher.

Hi, B.J. we were just leaving.

Why?

I mean, I thought daddy was
gonna meet you for dinner.

Oh, so did we, but he said
he was tired and went home.

How long ago?

Oh, just a minute ago.

He went out back,

probably to avoid
to all these people.

-Thanks.
-What’s the rush?

You’ll see him
in the office tomorrow morning.

It can’t wait.

Mr. Wilson.

Miss Oates, well, you nearly
scared the life out of me.

Oh, I’m sorry, but I heard
someone moving about.

I was just fixing myself
a night cap

and a little snack.

I thought
you went to Poughkeepsie

to see a friend.

Oh, I was going to,
but my friend got sick.

Weren’t you intending
to stay in the city tonight?

I changed my mind.

Oh, will Mr. And Mrs. Foster
be changing their plans too?

No, they’re staying over.

I just didn’t feel too good.

Oh, well, why don’t you go up
to bed and I’ll just bring--

Well, because
I don’t want you too.

Now damn it, go home.

I’ll handle this.

Good night then, Mr. Wilson.

Good night, miss Oates.

You can
get out now, Janine.

We’re home.

Don’t tell me what to do.

Eating junk food
out of that girl’s hand,

ought to do something
for your manhood.

And you left me
standing there like a fool

while you disappeared.

I told you I saw Buck
heading for the door

and I wanted to talk to him
before he left.

Keep your voice down.

Why?

There’s nobody here but us.

Buck probably has a little
something cooking in town.

But you don’t want to know
about that, do you?

Grow up.

[Mrs. Oates] Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson, are you
coming down to breakfast?

[Sally] Buck, you decent?

Where’s my brother?

I don’t know.

He didn’t come down
to breakfast this morning.

He has steak
and eggs every morning

when he’s home, except today.

What is going on?

Buck never drops
towels on the floor.

What is this
ashtray doing here?

Buck, quit smoking
30 years ago.

Mrs. Oates,
take a look at this.

Tell me what you see?

Lipstick.

[Jessica] And then I thought,
why shouldn’t Cynthia Lewis

put her husband’s body
in the freezer?

That’s page 94
in the manuscript.

Well, hang on a second here.
You got an advantage over me.

You wrote this.
It takes me a little longer.

Here we go.

Oh, yes,
this is much better.

I must say I much prefer

working in your
apartment than in my office.

It’s nice to get away
from the feeling

that daddy is looking
over my shoulder.

You know, Sally, I’m not sure
that your relationship

with your father
is in as much trouble

as you seem to think it is.

Well, you can’t judge
from last night.

Daddy is a charmer.

But he can’t stand
not getting his own way.

Anyway, enough of that.

I’m ready to go over
the last chapter if you are.

Well, you know, I think

I’ve solved
that nasty little problem.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, good morning, B.J.

I’m sorry
to disturb you, Jessica,

but Sally’s office said
she was with you.

Yes, she is.

Hang on.

Beej,
is everything okay?

No.

Daddy has disappeared.

What do you mean, disappeared?

I mean, he’s vanished
from the face of the earth.

[doorbell rings]

Oh, Sally, I am so glad
that you’re here.

Has anyone
heard from daddy?

Not a word.

Oh, Jessica,
this is Mrs. Oates.

She brought me up
after my mother died.

Hello.

I saw B.J.’s car
in the driveway.

Oh, he just went

toward the garage
with Tom Jarrow.

Tom practically lived here

when he was
B.J.’s grade school buddy.

Come in.

Carl, did you happen to see
Mr. Wilson this morning?

No, I didn’t.

When did you see him last?

Last night
when I drove him home.

We got back
from the city about 10:30.

Who was he with?

Nobody.
He was alone.

Stopped anywhere
along the way?

Once at a gas station,
the limo was running low.

Was the woman
waiting for him?

No.

All we picked up
was a full tank of gas.

Was the woman already here

when you got back
to the house?

I didn’t see any woman.

Mr. Wilson went
into the house alone.

And then
what did you do, Carl?

I drove the limo back here
and parked it.

Mr. Wilson take the limo
out last night?

No. The keys are on
my dresser in my room.

They were still there
this morning.

He could have driven
one of the other cars.

Open it up.

Oh, boy, B.J..

Do you remember
when we were kids

pretending we were driving
these beauties?

It was perfect.

Yeah.

One thing’s for sure,
he would have been noticed

if he’d driven away
in one of those.

And daddy sure as hell
wasn’t one for walking.

Janine is up in her room
with a cold compress.

She’s been
on the phone all morning.

Nobody at the office
has heard from him either.

There are a lot of important
matters that can’t be

resolved without Buck.

Well, can’t you take care
of them, uncle George?

You’ve some authority
in the company.

Well, not enough.

Buck doesn’t like
to share it with anybody.

Here we are, Tom.

-The brat.
-Hello, Sally.

Old Tom was afraid
you wouldn’t remember him.

Not remember the man I had
a tremendous crush on when I was ten?

Uncle George,
I’d like to talk

business with you
in the den.

Yeah, it’s about time

somebody wanted
to talk business.

Excuse us, please.

Tom Jarrow, I want you
to meet Mrs. Fletcher.

Hello, Tom.

The mystery writer.
I’m a big fan.

Well, thank you.

Did you find
anything out back?

The chauffeur swore
he drove Buck home alone.

I saw two brandy glasses
on the tray in Buck’s bedroom

and lipstick
on a cigarette in his bathroom.

There was definitely
a woman here last night.

I wonder if it was
the waitress from the steak house.

She seemed
like his type.

What type is that?

Good-looking women
who call him cowboy.

[Tom] You know her name?

Molly,
but he called her darling.

That’s what he calls
most women he likes.

Well, I’m sure
the steak house

would have her name
on file, right?

Why don’t I give them a call

since I need to get back
to the office anyway?

I’ll walk you out.

It isn’t like Buck to take off
without telling me

when he’ll be back.

Well, maybe he left in a hurry
and didn’t know when.

Without his wallet,
his watch or his keys?

I have a terrible feeling
he’s not coming back.

B.J., if your dad
knew that

you’d been hacking around

in the corporation’s
computer files,

he’d skin you alive.

I was gonna tell him

myself last night
at the steak house,

but he ran off

before I had a chance
to talk with him.

Don’t you realize

that breaking
into privileged files

is a form of stealing?

I had to.

What with the rumors
of an investigation?

Hell, uncle George,
the Wall Street Journal

was calling every day,
and daddy’s good friend,

the senator, wouldn’t
return my phone calls

even when I used his name.

I had to find out
how deep it went

and what the committee
might find.

It’s bad, uncle George.

I couldn’t understand
half of it,

but one thing
I do understand,

is that huge
sums of money were shifted

from every arm
of this company.

Look, some kind of
complicated transactions

require extreme measures.

Now your dad has been negotiating
for the publishing house.

Don’t you get it,
uncle George?

This has nothing to do
with negotiations.

Now, a grand total
of 150 million dollars

has been
electronically transferred

into several different
bank accounts

and that money in turn
was recently withdrawn

in the form of cash
and bare bonds.

You better be careful
what you’re saying.

Well, it’s one hell
of a coincidence,

don’t you think, both daddy
and the money disappearing

just when the entire
corporate structure is about

to go smack down the toilet?

B.J., I hope that you’re not
stupid enough to think

that your father could
possibly do anything

that would ruin all of us.

Do it?

Uncle George, he’s done it.

[doorbell rings]

I got it, Mrs. Oates.

Marika.

I had to come.

I had a premonition
something happened to your brother.

Premonition?

I wondered why he was
so eager to have us meet.

Now I understand.

He too had the premonition.

He knew that we would have

to work together
to solve this mystery.

Well, I’m not sure that I--

Jessica, you must, please.

I don’t understand
what she’s doing.

Well, she is looking
for the right object

to use in psychometry.

I don’t think I’ve ever
heard that word

before in my life.

Well, it has to do with
using an object to divine

something about the person
who owns it.

He’s dead.

Buck is dead.

Oh, no.

No!

Oh, Mrs. Oates,
I was asked to invite you

to a demonstration
of psychometry in the lanai.

Oh, yes, thank you.

I’m crazy
about that stuff.

I don’t think
you’ve met Carl Graham,

Mr. Wilson’s driver.

This is Jessica Fletcher,
a friend of Sally’s.

Yeah.

How do you do, Carl?
I’d like to ask you too.

Haven’t I answered
enough questions?

I didn’t drive
a woman here last night.

I didn’t drive
one away this morning.

Look, I was
only going to ask you

if you’d like to join us
in the lanai.

Marika Valenti, the psychic,

made a point of asking
that everyone should be there.

That is
a waste of my time.

Oh, what got into him?

He never even touched
his apple pie.

I want absolute silence

so I can focus my thoughts
on Buck’s favorite photograph.

Don’t be alarmed
by anything I might say.

Please don’t cry out

or my concentration
will be broken.

I see Buck asleep
in his bed.

An intruder opens the door

and quietly comes
into the room.

I cannot see a face.

I sense
that the intruder is someone

with a guilty secret...

and in the right hand
a gun with a silencer.

Buck senses
the danger and wakes.

He starts to get up.

The intruder fires.

Buck falls back on the bed.

The intruder uses
a pillow case to mop up the blood,

then tosses it
under the bed.

The intruder lifts Buck’s body
and carries him out

like one might
carry a child.

I feel the presence
of someone else,

someone
in the bathroom, listening,

a witness to the murder.

Jessica,
have I given you enough?

Is there any more to tell?

Yes, but I find myself
turning from it with dread

wanting it not to be so.

We must hear it all.

I see a chamber
in the ground

so very dark, so very cold.

A grave, but not
an ordinary grave.

A deep shaft,
a well, an old well...

Buck’s body is thrown
there by the killer.

No, I don’t believe this.
My father is alive.

Shh. You’ll break her
concentration.

I don’t give a damn.

Sally, wait a minute.

I’ve had enough with these
horrible party games.

Tom, she’s talking
about the old well.

I know where it is.

-There’s a picture of it in the den.
-Show me.

An oil well.

Look what he wrote on it
in the corner.

First gusher, Tulsa 1950.
An old well, daddy’s first.

Yeah, but you don’t
seriously think

somebody killed your father,

brought his body back
to an Oklahoma

oil field in the
middle of the night?

Maybe.

Corporate jet’s
only ten minutes from here.

I checked it out as soon as
you said he was missing.

Jet’s still there,
your father never came near it,

dead or alive.

But you don’t believe
he’s dead, do you?

-No.
-Why?

I have my reasons.

Psychometric readings,
they always give me a migraine.

It was very impressive.

I can certainly see

how your special talents
could help

the police to solve
murders wherever that was.

London.

Scotland Yard had called me
in several times.

Oh, how absolutely
fascinating.

And did you locate
victims or murderers?

How can you ask me
so many questions?

Can’t you see I’m suffering?

Oh, I’m so sorry.

It’s just that this subject
is so interesting to me.

Please excuse me.

I have the need
of some fresh air.

That awful woman.

Jessica, I’m sorry
for running out like that.

Oh, no need to be.
I almost ran out with you.

But something puzzles me.

Sally, did your father have
any maps of this property?

There’s no indication
of a well on the property.

You sound disappointed.

I wanted to find it in proof
that Marika was wrong.

Have you got
a magnifying glass?

Thanks.

Yes, just as I thought.

Did you find a well?

No, but I found
something else.

A circle with a C in it.

We’ll meet Tom here
first thing in the morning.

I called the steak house

and got the telephone number
of the waitress.

What did she say?

After work, she went
home with her husband

who’s a pastry chef
in the kitchen.

Apparently, harmless flirting
with the customers

was all part of the fun
at Buck’s Buckaroo.

It’s right here.

What is it?
The old well?

No, it’s not a well.

It’s a cistern
for storing rainwater

according to the map.

Let’s have a look.

Oh.

Marika.

It wasn’t some stranger
who sneaked up on her

while she was
taking a walk.

She was shot at close
range through the heart.

Apparently, she knew
everyone in the house,

including Buck’s
driver, Carl Graham.

In fact, I invited him
to join us

at the reading last night,
but when I mentioned

Marika Valenti’s name
he bolted out of the room,

white as a sheep,
didn’t even touch the food

that Mrs. Oates
had set up for him.

Maybe he was afraid
that she’d contradict his lying.

What lie was that?

Well, I listened carefully
to Marika’s

so called
reading last night.

I think that she was
the woman

in Buck Wilson’s bathroom.

I mean, not even a psychic
could divine that much detail.

And Carl must have
driven her

back up here last night
with Buck.

He lives right
next to the garage.

You can see it from here.

I imagine
that he can see us too.

[knock on door]

[Tom] Carl, it’s police sergeant
Tom Jarrow.

Can you open
the door please?

I knew you were coming.

Yeah, I see.

But I guess you were hoping
you’d be out of here first, right?

I swear on my mother’s grave
I didn’t kill that woman.

How did you know it
was a woman, Carl,

considering
I didn’t mention it?

I saw from my window

when her body
was being recovered.

And why did you lie
about driving her here?

Mr. Wilson told me
not to tell anybody.

He’s always been good to me.

I do what he says.

Had you ever driven
the Valenti woman up here before?

No.

But Mr. Wilson
was seeing her?

Yeah, he usually met her
at a New York hotel.

Last night he thought
he’d have the house to himself.

And you took her back
to the city early yesterday morning.

I was supposed to,
but she asked me

to drop her at a motel
a couple of miles from here.

I was glad I didn’t have
to make the round trip.

What have you got, Steve?

I turned the room inside out,
no murder weapon.

All right,
read him his rights,

take him in and get
a signed statement.

Got it.

What do you think of
the Valenti woman?

Evidently, she was a psychic
who made house calls.

Which reminds me, I have
a phone call to make myself.

You don’t know
what you’re talking about.

Just try to listen.

-I don’t want to hear anymore.
-Could you do that?

-Because you’ve got a reality problem.
-Oh, God.

Watch it.

Did you hear him,
Jessica?

Well,
I heard raised voices

and I believe
that one of them was yours.

Sally, I’d keep
this in the family.

My brother
has lost his mind.

He thinks Marika
made up all that stuff

about daddy being dead
and that he’s alive

and hiding somewhere
on the ground.

Isn’t that
what you believe?

I never said
that he was hiding.

That’s something
that you and Tom used to do

when we were kids.

Yes, but why would
Marika pretend

that your father was dead?

I think Buck asked her to.

Why?

So we’d stop
looking for him.

He’d have time to get away
with the 150 million dollars

he stole
from the corporation.

I hope you’re just trying
to impress Jessica

with your fiction
and you’re not gonna

say anything like
that to Tom Jarrow.

It’s true.

You’re the one with
the reality problem.

Now tell me about
150 million dollars.

Since when did you start
drinking at this time of day?

Buck’s alive.
I feel it.

Ah, don’t you start.

Anyway, if he is,
it’s his business.

You know something
about this, don’t you?

You know
something about Buck

and you’re keeping it
from me.

I don’t know
a damn thing...

nothing certain anyway.

And I would advice you
to give that up for a while.

This is not a good time
for getting loaded

and speculating about
your brother.

If he isn’t dead,

then something else
terrible has happened.

Well, if there has, then this
is the time for the family

to stick together
and protect Buck,

not be so quick
to make judgments.

Unless
you’re covering for him.

I think you’ve had enough.

Just a minute.

We will continue
this conversation

when you stop
talking nonsense.

Am I quite clear?

-Hello, Tom.
-Hi.

If you’re looking for B.J.,

he decided to go
into his office.

Actually, it’s Sally
I’ve come to see.

Sally really isn’t feeling
very well just now.

Oh.

Well, would you mind
if I looked in on her?

She doesn’t want to be
disturbed, Tom.

I’m sorry.

Thanks.

Tom Jarrow is a nice man.

He likes you.

He doesn’t deserve to be
treated like that.

I wish you’d just please
mind your own business.

Mrs. Oates.

Mrs. Oates.

Mrs. Oates,

what is it?

I’m sorry, Mr. Foster,
I just can’t bear

seeing this family
come apart like this.

And I’m listening
to what Buck’s own son

is saying about him.

Oh, come on,
that’s just B.J.’s

immaturity he’s showing.

I’ve been in this house
over 20 years,

Mr. Foster, long enough to see
the children grown.

And you get to know
a lot about a person in that time.

Mr. Wilson doesn’t have
a crooked bone in his body.

I know that.

Listen, you know
what I think?

I’m betting old Buck’s gonna
come walking back in here

any minute as big as life.

He’s probably off
on one of those goofy adventures of his.

He’ll be back.

Yes, this is
Jessica Fletcher.

Hello, inspector Moss?

Well, it’s been a while
since I’ve heard your voice.

[Moss on phone] Yes, I remember you
vividly from your last trip to London.

I understand
you’ve made an enquiry

about a woman named
Marika Valenti.

Yeah, she claimed
to have assisted

the Yard in solving
some murders.

There’s no record
of her assistance.

However, I did come across

the name in quite
a different context.

Marika Valenti is one of
the aliases used by a woman

who has been arrested
three times

on suspicion of blackmail.

Blackmail?

Yes.

But each time
the charged was dropped

when the alleged victim refused
to testify in open court.

By the way, her MO
was always the same.

She pretended
to be a psychic.

Thank you, inspector,
you’ve been a great help.

My best to your wife.
Goodbye.

Jessica.

That was
a very interesting conversation.

This has all been
too much for me.

I can’t stay in this
house any longer.

Let’s go back
to New York

and finish working
on your book.

Oh, my book can wait.

You don’t understand,
I have to get away from this place.

I can’t even
face Tom Jarrow

after the things that B.J. said.

Forget those things.

I want to ask you about
something else that B.J. said.

That he and Tom used to hide
from you all the time.

We were kids.

Well, the property
can’t have changed that much.

Did they have several
hideouts or just one?

Just one, the garage.

They used to lock me out
and play in daddy’s old cars.

Oh.
Are those old cars still there?

Yes, last time I looked. Why?

When B.J. and I weren’t playing
around in these old cars,

we’d hide out
here in the workshop.

We’d grab a cot

and a couple of chairs
with food and water.

We could live
out here for days.

Sergeant,
come over here quick.

Daddy!

Why would
anyone kill daddy?

He didn’t have
an enemy in the world.

I’m sure your father
was a very good man.

I think it’s pretty clear.

His killer’s
already in custody.

Carl.
He worshiped Mr. Wilson.

He was the only one
who would give him a job.

[Tom] He was
an ex-convict, Mrs. Oates.

Mr. Wilson believed
that people could change.

Let’s go inside.

I’ll make you some of that nice tea
that you like so well.

-Come on.
-Tom. Tom.

I’ve still got
some things to do.

You go inside, I’ll be
right with you, okay?

I promise.

Did you find something,
Mrs. Fletcher?

You know, that oil stain
there is recent.

Was there a 1936
cadillac parked here?

If you got
that from this oil spot,

I want to take
your class.

That can be arranged.

No, no, the truth is that
I remember Buck talking about

a cadillac that he was
gonna ship somewhere.

I wish
I could recall where.

Oh, B.J. said his dad

was gonna have
all the classic cars

shipped
to the Oklahoma ranch.

Oh, I think I would
have remembered that.

Mrs. Fletcher,
finding the body

in the garage, sort of cinches
the case against Carl.

I mean,
this was his domain.

He lived just next door.

He knew the people
in the house

rarely came out
here anymore

and figured it was
the perfect place

to stash Buck’s body

after he pulled it
from the cistern.

But you don’t
buy that, do you?

What motive did Carl
have for killing Buck?

Well, I’m sure you know
about the 150 million

B.J. said his dad

misappropriated
from the company.

Yes, but did Carl
know about it?

Well, it’s a lot of money.

I mean, Buck must have
brought home a briefcase

full at a time.

Unless, of course,
he got careless

and opened it up
while inside the limo.

Yeah, but where
is the money now?

I mean, your officer
searched Carl’s room

for the murder weapon.

I’m sure he would have
told you

if he found
150 million dollars.

Carl must have gotten
that out of here.

Yes, but how?

I mean, you yourself said
that’s a lot of money.

It’s too much
to put in a suitcase

and walk out the door.

Buck didn’t send his
Cadillac to the ranch.

He shipped it out
to a classic car show

in California the day
of the murder.

From this garage?

Do you remember
the name of the company

that he used for shipping
his car through?

It’s got to be the
leading one in the area,

which we would
narrow it down.

I’m gonna try
Trans Highway Shipping.

The manager there
beats me in poker

every other Thursday.

Phil, Tom Jarrow.
How are you doing?

Listen, I’m actually calling
on official police business.

Look, you didn’t happen
to pick up a classic Cadillac

day before yesterday

for shipment
to some town in California?

Pasadena?

Yeah, that’s it.

What?

What time?

Thanks, Phil.

Shipping order was changed.

To a foreign destination.

Rio de Janeiro.

Mm-hmm.

Sally, can I talk
to you a minute?

Well, Tom, I’m really
not in the mood

to answer
a load of questions.

No, I know.
I didn’t come here as a cop.

I just haven’t had
a chance to tell you

that I’m really sorry
about your dad.

He was a good man

and I think I know
how you must feel.

I just didn’t want to believe
that it was true,

even after we found Marika.

It just seems like
all these years

I’ve been trying
to get away from him.

No, you just wanted
to stand on

your own two feet,
that’s all.

How must he have felt?

Oh, he understood.

Well, since you’ve moved
into New York,

I’ve probably
seen your father

as many times as you have.

And well, I asked him
about you recently

and he just was so proud,

proud of what you were doing

in the book business
all on your own.

He said that?

He sure did.

He said that you
reminded him of somebody.

Reminded him of himself
when he started out

before the first big
gusher hit.

Sally... he was
good to me too.

I’m gonna miss him.

You’re gonna be okay here?

Yeah, you go on.

I’m sure you got
a lot to do.

Yeah.

Tom...

thank you.

He loved the girls.

In high school he had them
fighting over him.

But he never loved
any woman

the way he loved
your mother.

That was purely sacred.

[phone ringing]

Hello, Wilson residence.

Just a moment.

It’s for you.

Yeah, this is Phil at
Trans Highway Shipping.

Yeah, sorry to disturb you.

You know that-- that Cadillac

you’re shipping to Rio,

hmm, well, I just got a call
from a federal inspector.

He says he’s got to make
a thorough examination

of the car
before it’s loaded on the ship.

Hey, it’s a new regulation,
what can I tell you?

Come on, treasury
just got to be sure

it’s a real classic

and not a cheap
look-alike put together

for a quick sale down
Latin America.

Anyway, man,
I don’t expect a problem

with a genuine article
like this, do you?

[Jessica]
Is it still there, George?

Somebody named Phil
just called at the house

and said there was going
to be some kind of inspection.

Pretty convincing,
wasn’t he?

Well, this isn’t mine.

It’s Buck’s. He stole it.

But this is your signature
on the shipping instructions

changing the destination
of the car

from Pasadena to Rio.

Look, uh, I didn’t kill
Marika Valenti, Buck did.

She was taking him
for everything he had.

She was blackmailing him.

I wasn’t sure
she was a blackmailer

until I spoke
to Scotland Yard.

How did you find out?

It was obvious.

Yes, of course, it was
meant to be obvious to you.

That was the object
of the bogus reading

to contact the killer

and make him aware
that she knew

what he’d done.

You knew what she meant
by old well

and you waited for her
by the cistern.

$100,000 a month, Mr. Foster,

and your secret
will die with me.

100,000, take it or leave it.

Marika.

[Jessica] She made her proposal,
and your reply was

a bullet through her heart.

Then you temporarily
got rid of her body

as you got rid of Buck’s.

You think you know
everything, don’t you?

Yeah, I’ve been
stealing money for years,

winnowing it from every unit
in the corporate structure.

But old Buck found out about it
right before B.J. did.

I ran into him
the other night

at the steak house
just as he was leaving.

He pulled me aside and said
that he was gonna hand me

over to the
investigation committee

to try to save the company
and prevent his employees

from loosing their jobs.

When I got home that night
and found out

that Buck was there,
something snapped.

I went to his room,
I shot him.

I had no idea that woman
was hiding in the bathroom

listening
to the whole thing.

But you had
a good paying job,

lived in a mansion,

and you were married
to a billionaire’s sister.

Why did you need
to steal the money?

I needed to get away
from the job,

from that house,

most of all from my wife.

I was so sick of being
Buck Wilson’s brother-in-law.

I wanted to fly to Rio
and start a new life

in my own mansion.

You wanted to be
Buck Wilson.

Yes, that’s exactly
what I wanted.

Right,
and if I’m not mistaken...

this would be
the murder weapon.

Sally...

it’s not going to be
the same around here.

I know.

[siren wailing]

Hi.

Tom.

You almost missed us.

Well, actually,
it’s you I wanted to see.

Me?

Yeah, I want to let you know
I was serious about taking

that course of yours.

I just put in
for a leave of absence.

Well, you realize
you’ll have to live

in the city for a while.

Yeah.

Well, then I guess I’ll just have
to make the best of it, won’t I?

Won’t I?

I hope you’ll keep one or two
evenings free for studying.