All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S09E10.The.Sound.of.Murder.WEBRip.x264-ION10.

Hey, you know anything
about music, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, just a little bit.

♪ In my arms you have all the action ♪

[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Welcome to Rojam Records.

Which novel
are you recording?

-The Corpse Danced At Midnight.
-Cool.

Was there a friend of mine
there, a singer by the name of Piper?

I think I liked him, Holly.

Somehow I don’t think of you
as being into heavy metal, Mrs. Fletcher.

Top of the charts,
right, kids?

You’re betting on Rojam
to going to toilet, huh?

Fantasy land, my friend.

You haven’t forgotten

where and how we first met,
have you?

Don’t do that to me,
damn it.

You mean there was some
emotional blackmail going on?

This isn’t like
one of your novels, eh?

[Jessica] So I called
this young editor

to ask him what he thought
of my manuscript.

And he said,
"Gee, I don’t know,

I’m the only one
who’s read it."

Listen, believe me,
the most difficult part of writing

is actually getting started.

I mean,
there’s nothing so daunting

as that blank piece of paper,

you know,
staring right back at you

and there you sit
without an idea in your head.

So that will be the subject
of our next special seminar.

In other words,
how to jump start the process.

And in the meantime,
I’d like each one of you,

if you will, to bring me
a five-page character study

about someone that you know.

So I’ll see you next week.

Thank you very much.

It’s all set,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Rojam Records agreed
to donate one of their studios.

And they’re even going to throw in
a sound engineer for good measure.

Well, that’s great, Holly.

You must have done
some heavy duty arm twisting.

Oh, I can’t take the credit.

My friend Julie reminded them

that you’re taping
one of your novels for the blind,

so the cost could be deducted
as a charitable contribution.

Well, that’s fantastic.

Only problem is,

you’ll have to record
in the evenings.

And Julie’s asked

if you could come in tomorrow
for a photo session

at 11:30 with her boss.

Photo session?

Yes.

Well, I guess so, I mean,
considering his generosity.

Maybe you ought to tell me
a little something about this

music mogul of yours,
Freddie Major.

In simple terms, Freddie,

the deal means
outright purchase of your company,

the contracts, the talent,

licenses, the catalogs,
all buildings and studios.

Rojam Records becomes
a wholly-owned subsidiary

of Palladium Software.

Yes, but nothing changes.

You still run the company
just as always.

It’s a win-win, Mitch.

It’s gonna be great
all the way around.

There are
some further conditions.

This late in the game?

The financial partner
wants absolute secrecy

until the papers are signed.

[Freddie]
I can live with that.

[Mitch] Second,
if Rojam loses anyone

who’s presently on the artist
roster, the deal’s off.

[Freddie] People drop dead,
Mitch.

Freddie, please,

exclusive of an act of God.

Now you got this group
Mira...

Mirabilis.

Right.

Anyway, that’s what
that clause is all about,

that’s to guarantee
that they are part of the package too.

Not a problem.

We’re meeting with their manager
tomorrow to renegotiate.

But it’s a done deal.

[Mitch] Good.

Now lastly, you’ve got somebody

running you’re
A & R department, Lefko.

Yeah, Rick’s been with me
since day one.

A background check
picked up something

that the Palladium family
of companies can’t live with.

Lefko is mob connected,

and frankly,
that’s one of the reasons

his job performance
at this company is losing ground.

Come on, Rick can’t be
blamed for that.

Freddie,

I understand
what you’re saying.

I respect your loyalty.

Lefko goes.

That’s a tough one, Mitch.

Any time it hurts, Freddie,
think about the windfall

you’re picking up
with the Palladium options.

Freddie, think about
how bad you need this.

On a happier note,

Michele here has the most exquisite
little voice you ever heard.

Freddie, it will cost us,
but I have persuaded her

to sign with the company.

Smart move.

Welcome to Rojam Records,
Michele.

Thank you.

How else is a broken down
piano player like you

gonna know what’s selling
in Michele’s market segment

unless you plug into it.

Case in point,

last week a single
came on the market,

sold 75,000 copies.

What was the name of that?

Desperate Times,
Willi Piper on Sly Records.

I understand that that was one of
your engineers that moon lighted it.

I want Willi Piper
and Sly Records in the deal.

You’re saying
that’s another deal breaker?

Hey, Freddie,
for a tough player like you,

how hard is that?

I mean,
whoever heard of this guy?

He’s not big yet,
Mr. Major,

but just you watch.

Remember, pal,

Sunday is your deadline.

All the pieces, Freddie,
you deliver, I deliver.

[Holly] We may have to wait
a few minutes, Mrs. Fletcher.

Freddie Major has a photo session
with a band called Mirabilis.

Mirabilis?

Ah, don’t they have
a tune out,

"Burnt" something
or the other?

Burnt Memories.

I had you pegged
for a Lincoln Center type

and here you are
jamming Mirabilis.

Well,
I wouldn’t say jamming,

but I would think
I like their sound.

Okay, here we go.

Thanks.

Everything
will work out fine.

Yeah, see you at 4:00.

Oh, it’s a great angle.

Good, good.

Okay, let me get
in this one, huh?

Here we go.

Come on.

Top of the charts,
right, kids?

You’re on, Freddie.

You two happy?
Anything you need?

-Nah.
-Nah.

Okay, you’re a true believer,
aren’t you?

I’m with you,
Mr. Major.

All right,
that’ll do it, Mr. Major.

Thanks, guys.
See you Saturday.

Okay, let’s just
get one more.

Yeah, get in here.

Okay, real tight now,
okay.

Let’s give it.

Hold on one minute.

Holly, hi.

Hi.

This is my friend,
J.B. Fletcher.

Julie Knight.

Hello, Julie.

Thanks so much
for your help.

Oh, it’s my pleasure.

It looks like
we’re ready for you.

-Oh, great.
-Later, Mrs. Fletcher.

Bye, Holly.

Bye.

So tell me about the book
you’re recording with us, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, it’s called
The Corpse Danced At Midnight

and I’m taping it
for the blind.

We are certainly
very grateful to you

for the use of your studio
and your technicians.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, you know anything
about music, Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, just a little bit.

When I was a kid
my folks wanted me

to enter the Tchaikovsky
competition.

I was pretty good
at the piano,

but I wanted to write songs

and the joke was,
I was lousy at it.

Oh.

Those two that just left,

they have a tune
that could be a rock classic

called Bulletproof.

Only, the sample bass-line
they’re playing is wrong

and they don’t want
to change it.

Do you hear this?

They go to the A when they
should have stayed on the C.

It needs more attention.

Something like this.

All right,
that’ll do it, Mr. Major.

Mrs. Fletcher,
thank you very much.

Well, I couldn’t make it
as a songwriter,

so now I’m Mr. Fix-it.

We’re shooting a video
this Saturday.

Why don’t you come?
You’ll give the operation some class.

Well, I don’t know
about the class,

but, yes, I think
that would be very interesting.

-Thank you.
-Good.

Make the arrangements,
will you?

Chuck, Rick,
meet J.B. Fletcher, the writer.

Hello, I’m Rick Lefko.

Hello.

Rick’s vice-president
for artist and repertoire

and the one and only
Charles George Drexler

who manages Mirabilis.

How do you do?

We got a meeting?

Right,
let’s get started.

Uh, show Mrs. Fletcher
around, Julie.

Sure.

Saturday?

You bet.

Bye.

I’m taking Mrs. Fletcher
on the tour, Holly.

Good.

Don’t forget
tomorrow night.

What’s tomorrow night?

I’m playing hooky,
remember?

We have freebies
to the Magnatek concert.

Magnatek?

-Hmm.
-Oh, Magnatek.

-Yes.
-Oh, no, I hadn’t forgotten.

I’ll see you later.

Okay.

Somehow I don’t think of you
as being into heavy metal, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, I’m not,
but Holly is indoctrinating me

into the cutting edge
of pop.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Fellows, I’ll
make the deal simple.

It just boils down
to dollars.

Frankly, it’s one
I can make across town even as we speak,

but the kids say
they like you, Freddie.

You’ve been good to them
and they want to stay with Rojam Records.

Great,
give me the numbers.

Numbers work out
to three million a year

against profits,
three years firm,

10% bumps
and a signing bonus,

million for the kids,
million for management.

Signing bonus?

And what’s with this
management crap?

Hey, hey, hey,
it’s not out of line for me

to get something
for keeping them here, Freddie.

As far as the dollars go,
I’ll remind you

that Mirabilis
was the only thing

that kept you
in the black last year.

I’ll be in my office
till 2:00.

I won’t wait
any longer than that.

You’ve run my A & R
for 20 years, Rick.

How come all of a sudden

we’re at the mercy
of a bloodsucker like Drexler?

Hey, nobody bats
a thousand, Freddie.

You mean not since they took
Plugola away from you.

Face it, that’s when this company
started going downhill.

This company
wouldn’t even be here today

if it wasn’t for the independent promoters
that I’ve brought in.

You mean the hoods.

You didn’t complain
when you had ten of the top 40.

Don’t badmouth your friends,
Freddie. It’s not nice.

What? You’re saying somebody
will rearrange my face, huh?

Come on, Freddie,

let me take you to lunch.

♪ And look people said you’re crazy, man ♪

♪ Why don’t you just go away ♪

That’s some guy called
Willi Piper.

He’s done
over 70,000 copies.

Yeah, what the hell
do we buy him with?

We don’t.

Would you believe
Willi Piper’s producer is

one of our engineers?

A guy named Paul Atkins.

Guess who washes
Atkins’ socks.

I give up.

Our own director of press
and artist development,

Julie Knight.

♪ And for a minute there
I stood in his shoes ♪

♪ Felt his hopeless heart beating ♪

♪ Felt his black and blues ♪

♪ They say the Lord helps
Those who help themselves ♪

♪ But damn it
If they’ll help someone else ♪

♪ Oh these are desperate times ♪

♪ When a man’s got to live this way ♪

♪ And all the people look
And then just turn away ♪

♪ Don’t seem to care anymore ♪

♪ Oh these are desperate times♪

♪ Where are the days
of the helping hand ♪

♪ Ooh where did they go ♪

♪ I just don’t understand ♪

Hi, Julie, how are you?

Hi.

Mrs. Fletcher,
this is my friend Paul Atkins.

He’ll be your engineer
today.

Oh, hello, Paul.

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.
Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Oh, it’s a nice sound.

That’s Willi Piper.

Willi come here, man.

This is J.B. Fletcher.

She wrote all of those novels
you’re always talking about.

The J.B. Fletcher?

I am an addict.
How are you?

Fine, thanks.

Um, which novel
are you recording?

Oh, The Corpse Danced At Midnight.

Oh, an early one. Cool.

Mrs. Fletcher, you’re all set
and ready out there.

Oh, good.

All right,
we’re rolling.

Any time.

Great.

"Daphne Heath
would forever remember

the weather on that Thursday
in November.

She’d gone out early
for the paper

and felt the wind on her face.

And seeing the line
of angry black clouds

stacked
on the northern horizon,

a hundred unanswered questions
crowded Daphne’s mind.

She wanted to ask Alan
to clarify so much for her,

but in her heart
she was still uncertain,

even about Alan."

Paul Atkins?

We haven’t met, Paul.

I’m Freddie Major
and this is Rick Lefko,

our A & R vice-president.

Gentlemen,
this is Willi Piper.

-How are you doing?
-Hi.

I see they got them
working late like us tonight, huh?

We’re here to talk you
about Desperate Times.

I think you’ve come up
with something special.

I’ll be upfront.

I want to offer you a home
with Rojam Records.

Uh, it’s very kind of you,
Mr. Major,

but Willi and I
already have our own label.

Sly Records, is it?

That’s right.

Uh, Paul, I wasn’t
very happy with that.

Could we do the second paragraph
on page 22 again?

Paul?

I don’t think
you get the whole picture, Paul.

I’m saying Rojam Records
will buy your company

along with Willi’s contract.

You stay on as producer.

You get a piece
of the action.

Well, thanks,
but I like what I got.

You have anything
to say, Willi?

No.

See, me and Paul
have an agreement.

Where he goes, I go.

Would it change your mind
knowing Julie Knight’s future

with Rojam could depend
on your decision?

What the hell does Julie
have to do with this?

It sounds to me
like she hasn’t told you

everything about her and me.

Listen,
you son of a bitch.

Whoa, whoa, hey,
easy, easy.

[Paul] Just keep Julie out of it,
all right?

[Freddie] Think about
what I said.

Julie, something very upsetting
just happened in there.

I saw. They’re trying to take
Paul’s dream away from him.

But surely Paul doesn’t
want to give in.

They always get
what they want, Mrs. Fletcher.

One way or another,
they always get what they want.

I’ve never seen
anything like this in my life.

You people call this
an album cover?

Who’s gonna look twice?

Grungy, rockabilly junk.

Where is the youth appeal?

Les, what are you
trying to prove?

"Mirabilis merges
classic rock

with a rap in a triptych
of disenchanted isolation."

I can’t even pronounce it,

let alone tell my 18-year-old
what it means.

Now go back
and redo it please.

Julie,
you got a minute?

I met with your friend
Paul Atkins last night.

I know.

Hey, I’m glad
for you, baby.

You found someone
you care for.

But I need your help.

Don’t ask me
to change Paul’s mind.

I couldn’t
if I wanted to.

You owe me something
more than that.

Now you haven’t forgotten
where and how we first met, have you?

Don’t do that to me,
damn it.

For the first time in your life
you’re making good money.

You got a career here
as long as you want it.

I earn the money.

I do a job
for this company.

If that’s not enough for you,
then fire me.

[Holly] I could see it
in your face.

You weren’t enjoying
the concert.

Well, I think
that heavy metal is,

well, a little metallic.

I mean, my eyeballs
are still rattling.

I’m sorry about that.

Oh, no, no,
I enjoyed the new experience,

but you have to understand
that I was brought up with Frank and Ella.

Yeah, I couldn’t get
with it either.

It really wasn’t my scene.
Plus--

Julie was still on your mind.

I don’t like seeing her hurt.

Last night,
Mr. Major’s manners

suggested that there was something more
between him and Julie.

Yeah.

When Julie first came to town
she dated Major.

Oh, you mean there was some
emotional blackmail going on?

Yeah.

Ah, I’ve still got time
to drop by Annie’s

and see
if she needs anything.

You know, one of these days

I’d love to meet this mysterious
foster mother of yours.

She sounds
like a remarkable woman,

top-notch
clinical psychologist

living a very full life,
and yet she’s blind.

Yeah, Annie can see
with her ears and her hands

and all
of her other senses

much better than most people
can with 20/20 vision.

She certainly
did a good job with you.

She’s a big fan of yours.

Before I left home, I read
four of your books to her.

She doesn’t know
about the one we’re taping.

I want it to be a surprise.

Will you say hello for me?

I will.

Will I see you tomorrow?

At the video shoot?

Couldn’t keep me away.

Last night at the taping, was
there a friend of mine there,

a singer by the name
of Piper?

Willi?

Yes, I met him.

Do you have an opinion?

You know...

About Willi?

-Hmm.
-Oh, well,

he’s very nice-looking,
talented.

I think I liked him, Holly.

And I know that he’s a good
and faithful friend to Paul.

Thank you.

Night.

Good night.

What’s with the nutsy
rendezvous, Rick?

You got some girl
stashed someplace?

Oh, yeah, I got them
stashed everywhere.

Freddie’s getting ready
to sell the company.

-Is that so?
-Mm-hmm.

Let me guess,
he’s cutting you out, right?

Look, what’s this got
to do with me, huh?

Let me tell you
a little story.

This broker friend of mine
has a weakness for the tracks.

He covers his markers
with inside information.

Now he says a certain
Charles George Drexler,

that’s you, right, huh,
sold two million shares

of Rojam stock short.

In other words,

you’re betting on Rojam
to go in the toilet, huh?

Fantasy land, my friend.

Fantasy land, is it, huh?

If Mitch Randall’s buyout
goes through this weekend,

come Monday, Rojam stock
is gonna go sky high

and you, my friend, are gonna
lose your pretty silk shirt.

Just supposing
you’re right.

You’ve got an act
that Freddie needs

when this whole deal is off,
Mirabilis.

Now, you hold them out and Monday
when the market opens,

you bail out your stock.

End of story.

Where the hell
have you been?

Freddie and I closed
the Mirabilis deal three hours ago,

Eight o’clock tonight.

Sure, sure, you did.

Assuming there’s
a grain of truth in any of this,

what’s in it for you?

I’ve given Freddie
the best years of my life

and now he’s selling me out.

Have a nice time.

Okay, guys,
all right, ball change.

All right, turn, turn.
That’s good, good.

All right, now spot it,
spot it.

Keep it uniform, guys.

Come on.
All right, tuck.

Tuck it in.
Good, good.

All right, now isolate it.

Isolate it, fellows.

All right, looking good.

All right, turn.

All right, good guys.
And roll.

All right, Lori,
take over.

All right, let me see
you do it again, guys.

Five, six, seven,
eight, step, change.

Slide, kick...

Yeah, I read you.

You got it.

Hello, Mrs. Fletcher.

I got to bring
some cue sheets to Paul.

-You want to come with?
-Oh, sure.

Sorry.

They’re special effects,
Holly.

They’re testing the squibs.

Let me tell you,
Mrs. Fletcher,

in my old neighborhood
when a balloon pops,

you are kissing asphalt.

In the movies they use squibs
to simulate bullet-hits.

[crowd chattering]

Hi, Paul.

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

What’s Julie doing out there?

Oh, she’s just holding
hands with some stud

-from Billboard magazine.
-Well, that’s funny.

I didn’t think they had studs
at Billboard magazine.

This song’s been
pre-recorded.

So Mirabilis
will be lip-synching.

Oh.

[high-pitched screeching]

Just seeing
if you all were awake.

Yeah, I understand.

I got to go.

Go ahead
and take care of that.

I got you.
Hey, let’s do this.

Listen, Mr. Major,
about that deal you offered,

I mean,
it’s more than generous,

but I got to say no.

I’m gonna pass.

What the hell is this?

An upstart like you hasn’t got
a pot to grow peanuts in

and you turn down
a paying contract?

Listen, Mr. Major,

I mean,
it might sound crazy to you,

but I’m not going to
give up on someone

who’s had as much faith in me
as Paul has.

Think twice about that,
Willi.

What?

My people
did a background on you.

Three years ago,
under another name,

you did time for robbery.

Being faithful to Paul
will amount to diddley

if that leaks out.

Noon tomorrow
I want a big yes.

Yo-yo.

Hey, Paul.

Hey, hey, Paul,
hey, work with me, huh?

Let’s see if we can create some order
out of all this chaos.

You ready?

Anytime you are.

Yeah, well,
let’s do this.

Hey, listen up,
fellows and ladies,

this is gonna be
a full dress rehearsal right from the top.

All right, people,
people, people, move in.

I need to see more energy
and I need to see you hit your accents.

Here, Mrs. Fletcher,
have a seat.

-Oh, thank you, Holly.
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, yes.

I want you to
anticipate the music if you can.

Fellows, dancers,

you’re not hitting
your marks early enough.

William,
you’re lurking, brother.

Background,
I want you to move

as if it means
something to you.

Ladies, something happening
in every muscle in your body.

Look, I can’t hear you.

What?
What?

[director] ...looking fine
in that outfit.

Yes, yes, I will tell him.

Y’all got that?

Yes!

[director] This is gonna be great.

Mr. Major, they want you
in the VIP lounge.

-Now?
-Yes.

Okay, thanks.
I’ll see you.

Mm-hmm.

I have friends
in Hollywood.

Give me call.

We’ll have lunch.

Looks great, Peter.

I got to check
one of these amps.

I’ll be right back.

Okay, rehearsal,
from the top.

♪ In a world of true temptation ♪

♪ Hearts get broken
and dreams go wrong ♪

♪ My love defines its destination ♪

♪ It will choose where I belong ♪

♪ My love is bulletproof ♪

♪ Indestructible ♪

♪ And it’s all for you ♪

♪ Two hearts feeling ♪

♪ No one can steal it, baby ♪

♪ That’s the truth ♪

♪ My love is ♪

♪ My love is ♪

♪ Bulletproof ♪

[gunshot blasts]

Holly, it sounded
like a real gunshot.

Nah.

It’s just the drumbeat,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Go with it.

♪ I have never known such satisfaction

♪ With you it’s easy to feel so right ♪

♪ In my arms
You’ll have all the action ♪

♪ You’ll ever need
To keep you warm at night ♪

♪ My love is bulletproof ♪

♪ Indestructible ♪

♪ And it’s all for you ♪

♪ Two hearts feeling ♪

♪ No one can steal it, baby ♪

♪ That’s the truth ♪

♪ My love is ♪

♪ My love is

♪ Bulletproof ♪

♪ Bulletproof ♪

[gunshot blasts]

What the hell was that?

[woman screaming]

[man] Put those people back.

-Put them back.
-[man over radio] Roger.

There you are, lieutenant.

Okay.

Get it in to forensics
right away, Ralph.

Right on.

You know, the wardrobe man
was missing one of those.

Look, let’s suppose
that the killer,

male or female,
lured Major

over to this location,
disguised in that thing,

and then killed him
with a single shot close up.

Yeah, and the body fell
onto the conveyor.

And the killer
made his or her escape.

Right.

Al, are you sure that
the killing occurred here?

I mean, Mr. Major
had a call to the VIP lounge

just as the rehearsal
was beginning.

Six witnesses said
they heard a shot from this direction

just before the body
was discovered

including yourself.

Jess, come on,
don’t do that.

Don’t do what?

There’s a look
you get that says this guy

is talking through his head.

But, Al,

with all the squibs
and the playbacks,

I mean,
they were enough gunshots

to wipe out
an entire regiment.

And anyone of them
could have killed Mr. Major.

I’m sure that I heard a shot
much earlier over there

right by the VIP lounge.

Does this change your mind?

Nine millimeter bullet casing.

We’ve statements from everyone
on the guard’s roster, lieutenant.

Is there anything else?

Tell them to go home
and get that over to ballistics

right away.

If it’s okay, I’d like to send
someone over tomorrow

to pick up the keyboard
in the VIP lounge.

The kids have a concert
in Buffalo on Tuesday.

The cordon should
be lifted by 3:00.

Any time after that.

Thanks, lieutenant.

All right, did he tell you
he’s the one person

who stands to make
a few million dollars

off of Freddie’s murder, hmm?

You took my statement,
lieutenant.

Don’t be shy, Drexler.

When the news
of Freddie’s murder

hits wall street on Monday,

Rojam’s stock will be worth
next to nothing.

It sounds crazy,
but on the big board

you can bet on failure.

Drexler here,
oh, he does that in spades.

What’s in it for you, huh,

Chucky?

Three, four mil, huh?

You’d think he’d be worrying
about keeping the company together.

Mrs. Fletcher.

You know
most of these people, Jess?

Well, not all,
just some.

Oh.

Any theories?

Well, not really.

I mean, we both know

how misleading
the obvious can be.

Right.

Well, I’ll let you know
when I come up with something.

All right.

Oh, oh, Jess, Jess,
I know it’s a little early,

but I’ve got some covered
seedlings in the kitchen window.

I’m betting you a dinner,
my squash

comes up bigger
and tastier than yours,

say by mid-August.

Well, mine will be a little
later coming up in Cabot Cove,

but they’ll still be
bigger and tastier

than the ones
from your New York garden.

You’re on, Terwilliger.

Oh, Julie,
I didn’t mean to startle you.

Holly and I were planning
to go back to town together,

but I can’t find her.

I haven’t seen Holly.

Julie, are you all right?

Mrs. Fletcher,
I saw you with the lieutenant

so don’t pretend
that you don’t know.

They’re hounding Paul

just because
he left the video concert

during rehearsal.

No, I didn’t know.

[Jessica] What time
is your class, Holly?

[Holly] Eight o’clock.

I really appreciate this.

I want you to tell me
what you think of that bread,

because I found
a new bakery.

Okay.
Aren’t you having any?

No, I’ll have
something later.

I’ve got too much
in my head right now.

Holly, just before
the dress rehearsal this morning,

you got a call
on your walkie-talkie.

Someone wanted Mr. Major
in the VIP lounge?

Mm, I know
what you’re going to ask,

but there was so much noise,
I can’t even be certain

if it was a man or a woman.

There’s a rather strange man
that I’m very curious about.

I bumped into him, literally,
at Rojam Records the other day.

And I saw him
again this morning.

A skinny guy, maybe 29
with dirty blonde hair and shifty eyes.

That’s him.

Yeah, shiny gray
suit that had been

dry-cleaned to death,
frayed cuffs,

white socks
and scuff black wingtips.

Very good, Holly, go on.

Well, I didn’t like
the looks of him either.

After the murder, I talked to this
cool police sergeant about him.

And he said
the guy’s name is Bert Sellers

and he’s a lowlife
private eye.

He does down and dirty things
like wire taps and surveillance,

but doesn’t have guts enough
to kill anyone.

Hank, the sergeant said
if they weren’t so busy

with the homicide,
they would have busted him then and there.

I wonder what he was
doing at the filming.

Maybe they have something
to do with the buyout.

Buyout?

[phone rings]

Yes, Richie.

Oh, yes,
please send her up.

It’s Julie.

What buyout?

One of those rumors
that go around among secretaries.

A Midwest conglomerate
was talking to Freddie Major

about acquiring
his company.

Buyout talks are generally
held in secret,

in which case someone
in the Rojam music building

may have hired Sellers
to do a bugging job.

And you’re thinking
if you knew who hired Sellers...

And whose privacy
he was hired to invade?

[knock on door]

Julie, oh, what’s wrong?

They arrested
Paul for murder.

On what evidence?

They found a gun underneath
the seat of his car

and they say
it’s the murder weapon.

Julie, sit down.

Listen, this afternoon
you told me

that Paul had left the shoot
during the rehearsal.

Did he tell you why?

[Julie] He’d gone to look
for Willi.

-Did he find him?
-No.

And then when he got back,
they’d already found the body.

Mrs. Fletcher, I know that
you have influence with the police.

Please tell them
that Paul would never hurt anybody.

Look, Julie, lieutenant Terwilliger
is a very savvy policeman.

He’s always open
to new evidence.

Don’t you worry.

You go on in there
and freshen up.

And then go to Paul,
all right?

Mrs. Fletcher, are you sure
Paul didn’t murder Freddie Major?

Holly, at this point
I’m not sure of anything.

[man] Something
I can help you with?

I’m so sorry,
you startled me.

Giorgi Pappavasilopoulos
at your service, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, you know my name?

Your picture graces
numerous book jackets

in my library.

Oh, how nice.

If you’re looking for Sellers,
he won’t be back.

He was six months
behind in the rent

and it got so
the process servers looking for him

earned parking privileges.

Do you happen to know
where he went?

You can bet it’s some place
nobody can find him, I’m sure.

I saw him yesterday.

He must have cut out
in the middle of the night.

Well, from the looks of things
he left in quite a hurry.

Mr. Pap...

I’m so sorry.

Pappavasilopoulus,
but you can call me Giorgi.

Giorgi,
do you happen to know

if there’s a trash incinerator
chute in this building?

Ah, this is in like
one of your novels, eh?

Pay dirt, Mr. P.

[man whistles] Taxi!

[Holly] Why are you so disappointed,
Mrs. Fletcher?

The transcripts tell you
it was Rick Lefko who hired Sellers.

He’d found out he’d lose his job
if the buyout went through.

In spite of that,

I don’t believe
that Lefko killed Mr. Major.

Why not?

Lefko’s timetable
doesn’t work for me.

And there are others
with equally strong motives.

Mr. Drexler stood to lose
a lot of money

in the stock market
if the buyout was successful.

Or Paul Atkins,

to prevent Major’s takeover
of his only asset Willi Piper.

And Julie Knight?

Yes, Julie,
because she loves Paul

and might have killed
to protect his interests.

[phone rings]

Hello.

Jessica, Al.

You called?

Yes, Al.

I’ve come across
some information

that’s material
to the Freddie Major case.

And I think
that you should have it.

Good.

Look, we’ve earned
some R & R

for working all weekend.

Bring whatever you’ve got
and let’s discuss it

over brunch.

Tavern On The Green.

Say... 1 o’clock?

Oh, Al,
you don’t have to do that.

By hook or crook,
the department will pay for it.

Be there.

Naturally.

I’ve got a date
with a policeman.

Come on, Holly,
I’ll drop you.

All right.

There is another possibility
you haven’t mentioned, Mrs. Fletcher.

Willi Piper, right?
And why not?

I mean, where was Willi when Paul
left the shoot to go looking for him?

It’s just hard to believe.

I mean, Willi is all about
love and peace.

He wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Who said anything about music
and murder going together, huh?

Come to think of it,
the only person

I ever wanted to murder
was my piano teacher.

I never
could learn the notes.

The open spaces
between the cleft lines

stood for f-a-c-e,
that spelt face.

That was easy enough.

It was the lines
I could never remember.

I know, e, g, b, d, f.

Someone should have
told you

it stands for "every good boy
deserves fudge."

Then you would--

Oh, my goodness.

What is it?

You don’t have to worry
about Willi anymore.

You and your piano teacher
have just helped me to put my finger

on a very important
piece of the puzzle.

I’m going back to the plant
where we were yesterday.

I want you to call lieutenant Terwilliger
at Tavern On The Green.

Tell him to meet me
at the VIP lounge.

Tell him that I know
who murdered Freddie Major.

Hi there,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Drexler, here
to pick up the keyboard?

The kids and I have
that gig in Buffalo

day after tomorrow.

Just wondering what business
you have here.

Well, I don’t think you’ll be able
to make that gig, Mr. Drexler.

Come again.

I think it’s more likely
that you’ll be a guest

of the city of New York
as the killer of Freddie Major.

Come on, Mrs. Fletcher,
I was standing right beside

you when Freddie was killed.

I don’t think you’ll find
that alibi

quite as iron clad
as you think.

That was the second gunshot
that everybody heard,

but I’d heard
an earlier gunshot.

And now I’m quite sure
it came from inside this room.

My friend Holly suggested
it was a drumbeat.

It sounded like
a real gunshot.

But when I examined
the musical score,

I found
no timpany indicated.

Furthermore,
I found evidence

that the second shot
had been caused

by a theatrical squib
you planted earlier

on the metal framework
of the conveyer belt

close to where the police just happened
to find a 9 millimeter shell casing.

As the dress rehearsal began,
you called Holly on the walkie-talkie

knowing she couldn’t identify
your voice over the din.

You summoned Freddie Major here
to the VIP lounge.

As he waited, he started
going over the musical phrase in

Bulletproof that had
bothered him so much.

Out of sight
of the dress rehearsal,

you carried Mr. Major’s body
to the conveyor belt.

You left the bullet casing
on the ground

to establish
a phony murder site.

Then, later, you planted
the murder weapon

in Paul Atkins’ car.

You overcharged the squib to make sure
that it was heard all over the plant,

then donated it remotely
as you stood beside me.

That’s close enough,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I’m just curious
about one thing though.

Why were you
so convinced it was me?

It’s there
in the electronic piano, Mr. Drexler.

Before you kill me,
why don’t you play it?

Freddie Major
was still trying to fix Bulletproof,

but knowing that
he was about to die,

he was determined
to betray you.

He did it
with those three notes.

They had nothing to do
with the tune

but everything to do
with his murderer,

C, G, D:
Mr. Charles George Drexler.

Drop it!
Police!

Drop it!

Mrs. Fletcher,
you all right?

Yes, thank you, Holly.
I’m fine.

Holly, go back to the car
and call for some backup.

Yes, right, right.

Freddie never did
get it right, did he?

Bulletproof?

Maybe not the notes he wanted,
no,

but in the end I do think
he got it right, don’t you, Mr. Drexler?

[Jessica] I have one criticism
which applies to all of your papers.

Far too many words
to express something simple.

You know, the old jingle bears repeating:
"The written word should be

clean as bone, clear as light,
firm as stone.

Two words are not as good as one."

I’ll see you all next Monday.

Good point about words,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Only, um, sometimes there aren’t enough
to really express how you feel.

But when is that, Willi?

Well, take Julie.

Yeah, how is Julie?

Well, Willi’s new song
got a big advance sale.

And Julie’s left
Rojam Records

to head up
Paul’s A & R department.

It looks like Sly Records

is turning into
a real family affair.

You’re kidding.

You mean...

Mm-hmm, next weekend.

I’m the best man.

And I’m the maid of honor.

They want you to be
there too.

Well, I wouldn’t miss it
for the world.