-The negatives. -Let me see the rest of the money.
[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.
The only thing I hate worse than a smart ass PI
is an unsolved murder on my turf.
I think I know what this is all about.
My God, that’s--
It’s Lee Harvey Oswald.
People have been beaten, robbed,
their rooms searched
and all of it somehow connected
to the assassination of President Kennedy.
I expect you to find those negatives.
You intend to blackmail Mr. Angelini with them, don’t you?
Come on, Jessica, now let me have them.
[screaming]
[man on TV] As of this evening,
Dallas police still have not issued
a statement about the possible
motive of nightclub owner
Jack Ruby who killed Mr. Oswald
earlier today on national TV.
Eyewitnesses, Secret Service officials
and police continue to disagree
on the number of shots fired in Dealey plaza
two days ago in the assassination
of President John F. Kennedy.
However, it is believed
that at least two bullets were fired
from the upper storey window
in the Texas book depository.
Mr. Oswald was an employee of the book depository.
A 9 millimeter rifle with a telescopic sight
is believed to be the weapon used by Lee Harvey Oswald.
Oswald was being transferred to another jail
when Ruby, apparently known to local police,
pushed past reporters and law officers
and fired the shot that proved fatal to Oswald.
You know something?
Now, we’re never gonna learn the truth.
[chattering]
Okay, buddy, the negatives.
This was supposed to happen about an hour from now.
Right, over by the turnpike.
I changed my mind.
Let me see the rest of the money.
As soon as I get a good look at the negatives.
Come on, come on.
[groans]
[man] enjoy your stay, Mrs. Fletcher.
Oh, and I’ll see you this evening.
I’ve signed up for your mystery seminar.
Oh, that’s wonderful.
I hope you enjoy it.
[answering machine beeping]
[recorded voice] Good morning, you have one message.
[man on answering machine] Oh, Garrett, come on.
Just when I’m beginning to think you’re not all bad.
Till 3 AM, I waited for you.
You knew the deal.
The whole 2,500 plus the vig.
So now what can I do?
I got to send Bernie and Dave
to take it out of your knee caps.
Have a nice day, Booby.
Bernie, you old chiseler.
So you didn’t stiff me after all.
[man] Yeah?
Yo, Artie.
Charlie.
You can call off your gorillas now.
You got my money?
I’m gonna have your money for you in a couple of days.
All of it?
All of it.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Every last penny.
That’s good, Charlie.
Because I don’t like to hurt my friends.
[Michael] I think you’re worrying too much.
Someone has to, Michael.
All these years, if those things still existed,
you don’t think you’d have heard it from somebody,
the FBI or someone trying to sell them to you?
What if you’re wrong?
If they tie me in to the late Bernard Callan,
you don’t think your life is over along with mine?
[man] remains and personal effects of Bernard Philippe Callan
tentatively indicate he is your missing father.
Where in hell is Coral City?
It’s a few miles north of Miami.
Listen, thanks for getting a postponement on the Matthews’ case.
How did the chief take it?
Huh. He took it.
You’re okay?
I will be.
Once I find out what happened to my father.
Laura, there could be some surprises.
Hal, I told you, all I care about
is finding out the truth.
I mean, why a perfectly decent man
would just disappear off of the face of the earth
and turn up 30 years later in a drainpipe?
I didn’t mean to upset you.
Thanks for caring.
At least now I know he didn’t just abandon me.
Bye.
Ed, you should’ve moved your knight to his queen seven.
You’re always this good at making first impressions,
-Mr. Garrett? -It’s a gift.
Listen, you know that skeleton you found, Bernie Callan.
Well, I’m here to claim 3,000 of the "10,000 bucks"
that the papers said was in his wallet.
Really?
Yeah, with interest.
Well, let me show you something else
we found in his wallet.
Charles Garrett, Private Investigation.
Is that you?
-Yeah. -Sit down, Mr. Garrett.
I’d like you to tell me everything
you know about the late Bernard Philippe Callan.
Look, Chief, I’m on a one o’clock plane back to Chicago, and--
Forget it.
You see, since that story appeared in the newspapers,
forensics found a nick in Mr. Callan’s spine,
the seventh vertebrae to be exact.
-Yes, so? -Well, it made me curious.
So I went back out to the excavation site
and did a little dig in it.
I found a .45 caliber bullet.
Wait a minute, you’re saying Bernie was murdered?
It looks that way.
Which means that anything found on his person
is now evidence in the capital case
which means that you have to wait for your money.
Uh, look, Chief--
Let me tell you something, Mr. Garrett.
The only thing I hate worse than a smart ass PI,
is an unsolved murder on my turf,
especially an old one where the trail is like ice.
But the good news is, you’re warming it up for me.
-Yeah, well-- -You know, if I were you, Mr. Garrett,
I’d get busy documenting my whereabouts for late 1963.
Uh-huh. Um...
[woman] This is not the kind of security I expect
from a first class hotel.
I want someone up here right away.
I want them to see how safe you make it feel for your guests.
Just how easy it is for someone to walk in
and violate my privacy, my property.
Yeah, well, see that you make it fast.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to--
Okay, Jimbo, you got about three seconds.
Tell me what the hell you’re doing in here.
Who the hell are you?
[glass breaking]
Mr. Garrett, what is it?
Oh, my God. Stop this.
Stop! Hey.
Yes, this is Terry Portman over at the motel.
I got a drunk and disorderly for you.
[Jessica] Please, come in, won’t you?
Believe me once I realized who you were,
I quite understood.
I’m sorry about your father, miss Callan.
And really there is nothing to apologize for.
You were obviously under a great deal of stress.
You’re very kind. So let me take you to lunch for no reason at all.
How’s that?
That’s much better.
Tell me, was anything stolen from your room?
No, nothing.
From the little I saw,
I sensed that they could have been
looking for something specific.
What makes you say that?
Well, just the general level of destruction.
I suppose it’s my writer’s instinct,
but when I heard that they thought
that your father might have been murdered,
it occurred to me that the trashing of your room
might have been in some way connected.
Mrs. Fletcher, I can’t imagine what that would be.
And if my father was murdered, I’m sure it’ll turn out
to have been some sort of random killing.
Well, you seem awfully certain.
Yes. My father was not the sort of man who made enemies.
Laura Anne Callan,
parents Bernard and Janice Callan,
born in Chicago September 17, 1956.
Let’s see, you would have been about seven when he--
when Bernard Philippe Callan was killed.
So I don’t suppose there is a whole lot
you remember about him.
Only that he was a very warm, loving gentleman.
He raised me after my mother died.
I see.
Okay, now, Mrs. Fletcher--
Oh, you don’t mind my saying to you
that I-I don’t much like your books.
Really?
What is it you don’t like about them?
Well, they’re just too messy.
I like stories that clean up all those loose ends,
you know, like Christie, Conan Doyle,
but, you know, sometimes
I’m not sure of what I think happened really happened.
But isn’t that the way it often is in real life?
Yeah.
I hate that.
Now, so what exactly is your involvement in all this?
Well, miss Callan, Laura, asked if I’d accompany her
to provide a bit of moral support.
Hey, hey, hey, take it easy, huh?
It’s the only suit I got.
You’re some kind of beauty, Garrett.
Chicago PD has got nothing but wonderful to say about you
all the way from PI license suspensions
to B and E to aggravated assault.
Oh, those cops stay some of the best fans I got.
Yeah, they’re right up there with your bankers.
Took three of your credit cards just to cover your bail.
This is one of your late father’s associates, miss Callan.
Although I’m not sure that he is the kind of truth
that you’re hunting for.
[Jessica] Well, they seem to be surveillance photographs.
You have no idea who these people are?
No, I presume my father took them on as clients.
Well, that was Bernie’s specialty, you know,
peeking between the sheets.
And you were staying with your grandmother in Iowa
when he sent these photos to her?
That’s right, with instructions that she should hold on to them
and that she shouldn’t open the envelop
unless something happened to him.
After he disappeared, I stayed on and my grandmother
finally gave them to me just shortly before she died.
Yeah, besides a few post cards and snapshots
it’s really all I have of my dad’s.
Uh, there was a fire.
Our apartment in Chicago was also his office.
Everything in it burned.
Yeah, I remember
because it was at Christmas time
and I went by there to...
to see if he was back in town.
Mr. Garrett, because my father was so scrupulous
about paying his bills,
I will personally see to it that you get every penny
that is owed to you.
That’s very decent of you, miss Callan.
You know, by the way
I remember who this woman was.
Majeski. Karen Majeski.
She had a husband named Ralph.
He was a big time scrap metal tycoon
from the south side, a zillionaire.
Now maybe he hired Bernie to tail him.
You see, this Karen, she had quite a reputation
for fooling around.
Well, that certainly doesn’t explain why my father was killed.
Yeah, well maybe Steve Stunning here
caught him snooping.
Wait, wait.
I think I know what this is all about.
That's-- Oh, my God! That's--
It’s Lee Harvey Oswald.
[Laura] You don’t believe anything we’ve said,
do you, Mr. Whitman?
I believe you did the right thing
by calling the FBI, miss Callan.
And by putting the photos in a motel safe.
Well, in any case as I said I think it’s very likely
that someone else knew about those photographs.
Right. Somebody connected to the J.F.K. assassination,
like the guy standing next to Oswald in the photos.
The one you claim resembles the mobster Santo Angelini.
Yeah, him.
What about him? Is he still alive?
-I wouldn’t know. -Oh, come on.
You guys spend half your time
chasing around bozos like Angelini.
I’m sure we’ll have this all cleared up in a minute, Mr. Garrett.
And then Mrs. Fletcher can catch her plane
back to Cabot Cove and--
Mr. Whitman, the public have been whipsawed
back and forth for years
about what really happened that day in Dallas,
about whether Mr. Oswald acted alone,
whether indeed he ever fired the shots.
Now if there is even a chance
that these photographs could shed
any new light on this matter,
whether I catch a plane or not is of very little importance.
I didn’t mean anything personal, Mrs. Fletcher.
The FBI received several thousand calls like this every year
from people with all kinds of motives.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Excuse me.
You okay?
Okay, so you claim to seeing these surveillance photos
that may have been taken by the late Bernard Philippe Callan
who turns out to have been murdered.
-That’s definite? -We’re as sure as we’re gonna be.
The coroner confirmed the nick in his spine was caused by that bullet.
Angle indicates that would have been fatal.
Chief Gillis, according to Laura and Mr. Garrett,
Mr. Callan vanished in November or December of 1963.
Now my guess is that he was killed shortly after
the assassination of President Kennedy
which took place on the 22nd of November in Dallas.
Whitman.
I’ll be there in ten minutes.
Miss Callan, because your father’s murder
isn’t within the FBIs jurisdiction,
I can’t really help you,
but I hope his killer is apprehended
or if that’s no longer possible, at least identified.
Thank you.
Mr. Whitman, for the record,
all three of us saw the photographs.
Oh, I’m sure you believe you saw them, Mrs. Fletcher.
-Afternoon, Herman. -Doc.
Dr. Abner Farrow, I teach modern history
over at the university.
You were off your game this morning, Herman.
Yeah, but if he’d moved his knight to your queen seven
it would have been a little different.
Well, as I told the chief,
I just want to be a little old fly on the wall.
So please continue as if I’m not here.
Okay, so where were we?
The photographs.
Let’s suppose that Mr. Callan
took those photographs a few days prior to the assassination,
he was about to mail them to his client in Chicago
when the events in Dallas took place.
Yeah, and then suddenly there is Oswald’s face
all over the television and the newspapers, and bingo.
Bernie recognizes him as the guy in his photos.
What reason would my father have
for telling anyone about those pictures?
Well, considering the fact
that they found 10 Gs in his wallet.
I’ll tell you what comes to mind, blackmail.
No, wait a minute.
Well, it’s just a thought.
Laura, it does make a certain amount of sense.
And I mean, it would explain
why, after your father was killed,
they went to Chicago,
searched his office looking for the photos.
Yeah, when they didn’t find them,
they torched the place.
And they never suspected that your grandmother had them.
They didn’t even know that she was there.
You realize what you’re saying, doctor?
That my father may have had the keys
to one of the worst crimes in our history,
and then he chose to try to profit from it?
I’m just suggesting that it’s possible.
I mean, it’s also possible that I’m wrong.
Laura, I think I understand how difficult this is for you.
I mean, how very much that little girl,
whose father disappeared all those years ago
has needed to cling to the belief
that he wasn’t rejecting her, that he really loved her.
The children I grew up with, my schoolmates,
they used to taunt to me,
they would ask me why my father ran away,
what was wrong with me?
So in self defense,
you created this wonderful man with no faults.
The perfect father.
I guess I did a pretty good number on myself, didn’t I?
Nothing to be ashamed of, Laura.
It’s called survival.
Hey, I know some guys been fooling themselves their whole lives.
Now the important thing is that the people
who wanted those pictures so badly,
they found them,
so there is no more danger, right?
I hope so, Charlie.
These are only part of the job
you failed to finish back in 1963,
and again today.
Oh, come on, Mr. Angelini.
Those negatives, if they were still around--
Somebody beside Mr. Callan would have attempted
to blackmail me by now.
Blackmailers don’t frighten me, Mr. Hemet,
but the F.B.I. does.
I do not wish to spend what little time
I have left in jails and court rooms.
I expect you to find those negatives
or to give me hard evidence that they no longer exist.
You understand?
[Whitman] Now the thousands of reports from people
who claim they had clues about the J.F.K. assassination,
there is no report we ever got a call
from your father, miss Callan.
Nor as far as we’ve been able to determine
did he contact any other law enforcement agency.
Well, which could mean that he didn’t actually see the photographs.
Or you were mistaken about what you saw.
Now, if you’ll excuse me.
Mr. Whitman, there is one other thing.
I would like to know the present whereabouts
of Mr. Santo Angelini.
That’s totally out of the question.
With the resources that you have at your disposal,
I’m sure it would only take a phone call.
Look, both of you, the Warren Commission
cleaned up this matter a long time ago.
Now, if you want to try and rewrite history, fine,
but you’re gonna have to do that on your own time.
Mr. Whitman, people have been beaten, robbed,
their room searched,
and all of it somehow connected
to Bernard Callan.
And whether you like it or not,
the assassination of President Kennedy.
Mrs. Fletcher, will you please--
It seems to me that, your position
as a Federal Agent aside,
certainly you would have some sense of responsibility--
[Whitman] All right, all right, Mrs. Fletcher.
Fine. I’ll get back to you.
What is it, Jessica?
That man.
Excuse me. Are you a Police Officer?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Nonsense, you’ve had us under surveillance
ever since we left here this morning.
What is it you want?
Look, lady, you’re mistaken.
No, I am not. Now please answer me.
Or would you prefer that I call hotel security?
What do you suppose that was all about?
You know, I have a feeling that whoever stole
the photographs isn’t satisfied.
But what else--
The negatives?
The negatives.
I’ve got the information you requested, Mrs. Fletcher.
About Mr. Angelini.
Mr. Whitman, I have a couple of new questions for you.
If I’m only imagining that I saw Mr. Oswald
and Mr. Angelini in those photographs,
why do you suppose that Laura Callan
and I are being followed?
And why has my room been broken into and searched?
Mrs. Fletcher, I think you should be very careful
from here on out.
Oh, I agree.
Now you were going to tell me
where I can find this Mr. Angelini.
[knock on door]
Who is it?
It’s me, Charlie Garrett.
Well, how are you holding up?
And what is it exactly you wanted to see me about?
Well, I’m not your enemy.
Sorry.
So, how did you and Mrs. Fletcher make out with the FBI?
Well, it’s beginning to look as though
my father was attempting
to use the photographs for extortion.
No, really?
They didn’t happen to say anything about
where Mr. Angelini might be hanging out, did they?
Well, I suggest you ask Mrs. Fletcher.
Mr. Garrett, it’s been a very difficult few days for me.
I’m awfully tired.
Right, right, right. Well, I’ll be going.
Listen, I’m gonna be leaving for Chicago
early in the morning.
I just wanted to apologize for anything
I might have said about-- about Bernie.
You know, as far as I’m concerned, he was the top--
Oh, it’s really not necessary.
Oh, another thing.
It was really nice of you offering to cover
you know, what he owed me,
but I don’t need that money anymore.
You see, I picked up this big new client.
And anyway, good luck.
And I sure hope they find the guy that whacked out your father.
Thank you, Mr. Garrett.
So anyway, sounds pretty good to me.
We sell the negatives to Mr. Angelini
for a bundle and go halves.
You got a number in mind we could hit him up for?
No. Don’t.
Please, have a croissant or a muffin.
-Oh, no, thank you. -My goodness.
Their breakfast seems to be designed for people
who haven’t eaten for several weeks.
Look, I really just wanted to let you know
how much I appreciate your--
well, your empathy.
I mean, all that defensiveness and paranoia.
Oh.
[man on TV] And in nearby Coral City,
joggers made a grim discovery--
That’s the man who was following us.
[man on TV] ...found the body of 64-year-old Frank Hemet
slumped over the wheel of his car ,
an apparent murder victim.
Police chief Herman Gillis has indicated
that there are no suspects thus far,
but stated that, pending an autopsy,
the probable cause of death
was a gunshot wound to the heart.
The car was found parked in a remote area
near the Coral City waterfront.
The killing of Hemet, a long time resident,
-apparently took place-- -Excuse me, Laura.
And thus far no eyewitnesses have stepped forward.
Jessica, what’s going on?
I don’t know, but I’d certainly like to find out
what Mr. Frank Hemet was doing
and with whom on November 22, 1963.
[man on TV] Stay tuned, and after this short break,
I’ll be back.
Special Agent Whitman, please.
Mr. Whitman, this is Jessica Fletcher.
I’m all right, thank you.
The man who was following Laura Callan and me
yesterday was found murdered over in Coral City?
Well, I’m delighted.
We’re beginning to think along the same lines.
And I have a feeling that a background check on
Mr. Hemet might turn out to be very interesting.
]Charlie] Yeah, that’s the guy, all right.
The one who tossed my room and jumped me.
Forget it, Frank Hemet would no more do that sort of thing
than he’d have been tailing you. I mean, I knew him.
This is a man who sold nails and 2x4s at the lumber yard.
He sponsored a little league team for God’s sake.
Look, chief Gillis, have you found anything
that would indicate who killed Mr. Hemet?
Nothing yet but, Garrett,
where were you this morning between 3:00 and 4:30?
Where the hell do you think I was?
Like there’s something else to do in this town but sleep.
Uh-huh. By any chance, do you have--
[fax machine beeping]
It's the FBI, for you.
Oh.
[Herman] Like I was saying, do you carry a .38?
[Charlie] I might.
[Herman] How about letting us run a ballistics comparison?
Hey, listen, Gillis,
if you’re gonna have to buck me first,
it better be for something solid.
Otherwise stay off of my case, huh?
Now according to this report, Frank Hemet
moved to Coral City in October of 1963.
That was the month before the J.F.K. assassination.
-Yeah. -That means he was in town
at the same time as your father.
Wait, there’s more.
Mr. Hemet served for 13 years
on the Dallas police force.
He came here immediately after resigning
under suspicion of affiliation with organized crime.
My God. You think you know somebody and--
Did Mr. Hemet have any relatives here?
None that I ever heard about.
Then why would he have moved to Coral City in the first place
and then why would he have stayed all those years?
Pardon me, did it ever occur to you
that he might have just plain liked the place?
No, not really.
Chief Gillis has a point.
I suspect you’re all reading way too much into this.
Perhaps.
Although--
Uh, okay, what--
what is it, Mrs. Fletcher?
Chief Gillis, I wonder
if Mr. Hemet owned any .45 caliber weapons, maybe
it might be worthwhile to run a ballistics test on them.
And what would I want to do that for?
Well, knowing your penchant for nice neat endings,
who knows, you might just find the gun
that killed Bernard Callan.
Okay, now you listen to me.
Because I knew it would come to this,
I took a little insurance.
This is the way it pays off.
I turn up dead or missing.
I’ve arranged some breadcrumbs that are gonna lead
right back to you and the others.
Look.
Look at it this way.
I’ve almost got my hands on the items in question.
After all these years,
how much difference is another 24 hours gonna make?
[phone disconnects]
Hello? Hello?
[knock on door]
Yeah.
Excuse me, Mr. Angelini.
She wouldn’t wait.
I told her you were busy, but no.
Mrs. Fletcher.
Come in.
It’s all right, Carl.
I can’t say I’m surprised by your resourcefulness.
Can I offer you some coffee, some refreshment?
No, thank you. I’ve already found what I came for.
And what could that be?
Mr. Angelini, two days ago I was shown
some very old photographs
in which Lee Harvey Oswald
was standing next to a young man
who someone told me looked like you.
So now that you’re seeing me up close,
you’re satisfied that it was me?
Oh, yes, I am.
That’s a serious accusation, Mrs. Fletcher.
Not to mention, a flimsy one
since as I understand it,
you are unable to produce these supposed photos.
Nor do I have the negatives which your people are still
slicing up furniture in the hopes of finding.
My dear lady, I assure you, I don’t know what you’re--
Mr. Angelini, we both know that this is all connected
to one of the most monstrous events
in the history of our country, and--
Mrs. Fletcher, let me ask you a question.
Assuming that there was a conspiracy in Dallas,
are you really naive enough to believe
the people responsible would permit you
to peer into their can of worms?
[woman over PA system] May I have your attention, please?
Mrs. Fletcher, by the way, your seminar was great.
Oh, I appreciate that, Mr. McCaffrey.
Oh, I almost forgot this fax just came in
for you a while ago.
Not that I read it or anything,
but I couldn’t help noticing it’s from
the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Washington.
So it is. Thank you.
Ah, Mrs. Fletcher, what a delightful surprise.
I’ve been hoping for an opportunity
to have a private word with you
to volunteer a bit of humble advice, if I may.
Oh, and what would that be, Dr. Farrow?
Well, this business about the late Mr. Callan
and those photographs,
and then Mr. Hemet’s murder.
Well, believe me I can understand
how one might leap into some pretty far-fetched notions.
But what I urge you to consider, Mrs. Fletcher,
are the potential consequences for you.
For me?
Well, think about it.
A flurry of interviews,
the talk show, lurid tabloid commentary.
And then after the dust settles,
the big loser will most assuredly be you
and your hitherto excellent reputation.
You’ll be dismissed as--
as just another assassination freak.
Dr. Farrow, I’d be touched by your concern for me,
except that I understand your about-to-be-published book
on the assassination totally supports the Warren Commission’s conclusions.
But we’re talking about the truth.
And any contradictory revelations about the case
could render it worthless, along with your credibility.
Mrs. Fletcher, I’ve spent 20 years on that book.
There’s talk of a million dollars in royalties, awards.
A little while ago, in the public library,
I discovered something else.
A young reporter who files several eyewitness stories
from Dallas on November 22, 1963
under the byline of D.A. Farrow.
Your first name is Desmond, isn’t it?
I-- yes, I was in the motorcade.
In the first press car, I believe.
You know what I found particularly interesting was
that in your initial report you said that you heard
four shots fired,
but the next day you changed your story.
You wrote that you heard only two shots.
The first report, it was a typo.
Was it, Dr. Farrow?
Charlie, what are you doing here?
Jessica, look, I’m sorry.
Now if you’ll just give me that little manilla envelope,
I’ll get out of your way.
The negatives?
Come on, Jessica.
How did you get them?
Bernie.
He sent them to me back in 1963.
Oh, for safekeeping.
Well, you know, we don’t want any trouble now, do we?
The rest of it, Charlie.
Okay.
They were post marked Coral City, November 25.
Three days after the assassination?
Yeah, and probably a minute and a half before Bernie got himself killed.
I stuck them in the file and then I forgot about them for about a year.
Then when I realized
that Bernie had stiffed me on the IOU,
I took them to a drug store and had some prints made,
you know, just in case there was something in there
that somebody might want to pay a few bucks for.
Anyway, there were these little 3/4s, and with the exception
of Karen Majeski and her stud, I didn’t notice anything.
And by that time, the Majeskis had gotten a divorce anyway.
Aha, so you put them back in your file?
Until I read about them finding Bernie.
Then I realized there must be a connection
to his disappearance.
You know, I should get hunches like this
when I’m at the race track.
Anyway, I wanted to put them in a safe place.
So you put them in the mail to me
instead of to chief Gillis or the FBI.
Hey, now wait a minute, you know you can’t
trust those guys, Gillis or Whitman.
That’s not the real reason, is it, Charlie?
You intend to blackmail Mr. Angelini with them, don’t you?
Come on, Jessica, you’re as paranoid as everybody else.
Now let me have them.
Oh, Charlie, think about what happened to Bernie Callan
when he tried it.
[phone ringing]
I’ll look after those.
Charlie-- oh.
Hello?
Laura?
[Laura] Jessica, please listen carefully.
Come quickly by yourself and bring the negatives.
[Jessica whispering] They know we’ve got the negatives.
Are you all right?
Yeah, so far. Look, whatever you do,
please don’t call the police or don’t call anyone.
They’ve got nothing to lose.
Yes, I’ll be leaving in about two minutes.
I wonder how the hell
they knew where the negatives were?
On microphone, of course.
They bugged the joint.
Laura?
Mrs. Fletcher.
The negatives, please.
I don’t have them.
Then no doubt you have disregarded our instructions
in other ways.
[Charlie] Go ahead, pal.
Make your move.
Charlie.
[screaming]
[Jessica] What about the negatives? -Zip.
Harbor patrol and a bunch of local divers all came up empty.
Best guess is they got swirled out to sea
or chopped up at somebody’s propeller.
Bottom-line is they’re gone.
Along with any proof that Mr. Angelini
ever set eyes on Lee Harvey Oswald.
Much less that he had anything to do with the assassination.
Well, hell, it isn’t all that bad.
We got an APB out for him,
his soldier’s behind bars, and it turns out
that Mrs. Fletcher was right on the mark
about the gun that killed your father.
It was Frank Hemet.
Yes, it’s a safe guess he was working for Angelini.
Yeah, but it’s still just a guess, right?
Angelini was afraid of exposure.
He was angry at Frank.
When forensics is finished,
I’m sure that we’ll find a fabric trace
or a DNA match on the passenger seat of Frank’s car.
Chief Gillis, I don’t think Mr. Angelini killed Hemet.
Mrs. Fletcher, what do you--
It was someone who knew about Frank Hemet’s past.
It was you, wasn’t it, Laura?
Don’t be ridiculous, Jessica.
How could I have known about Frank Hemet’s past?
And that FBI report on his background
wasn’t even faxed to you until the night
after Frank Hemet was killed.
You’re right, but it had been stamped, retransmission.
So I asked agent Whitman to check.
A little while ago, they faxed me confirmation
that you had been sent a copy of it the night before.
That’s simply not true.
You probably requested it
on your Denver Prosecutor’s office letterhead.
And there’s something else.
[Jessica] When you came to my hotel room this morning,
there was a small dark smudge on your jacket.
I hardly noticed it at the time
even when the news of Frank Hemet’s murder
appeared on the TV,
but then, when they showed his car
with its grease-stained shoulder belt,
which would have left a stain
precisely where I’d seen it on Laura’s right shoulder.
He deserved it.
He murdered my father.
You’ll find a tape recording of our conversation in my bag.
You confessed, then why did you--
Come on, Chief Gillis, you know the drill.
It happened a long time ago, he’d led an exemplary life.
He was old.
He was lovable.
What jury would have convicted him?
So after we confronted Mr. Hemet
in the hotel lobby, you followed him.
I learned his name, where he lived.
I called him, I told him I had the negatives.
[Laura] I suggested we strike up a deal.
I convinced him that we should sell the negatives
to Santo Angelini for a great deal of money.
After that I was his new best friend.
It didn’t take very much to convince him
that I had hated my father.
You know, my dad really wasn’t around very much.
Always cheating on my mom.
Well, if your daddy would’ve lived up the bargain
and given me what we paid him for,
I’d never have to kill him.
So anyway, sounds pretty good to me.
We sell the negatives to Mr. Angelini
for a bundle and go halves.
You got a number in mind we should hit him up for?
No.
[gunshot rings out]
I’m sorry, Laura.
Thank you, Jessica.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on, hold on, just a second, Gillis.
What about the 10,000 bucks
that was found in Bernie’s wallet?
I want you to have it, Charlie.
I know it doesn’t quite cover the 30 years of compound interest,
but on the other hand, I’m not gonna have any use for it.
I guess my father turned out to be only human.
But then... so did I.
This way, please.
Yeah, except Bernie wasn’t the murderer.
Well, aside from the pleasure I would’ve had
from locking you up, Garrett,
I think we’ve got us my kind of ending after all.
At least as far as Coral City is concerned.
Yeah, and when they bring Angelini in,
maybe then we can learn
something about what happened in Dallas.
[phone ringing]
Yeah.
Oh. Okay.
Thanks, Avery.
I’m afraid Santo Angelini isn’t gonna tell us anything.
Three minutes ago he ran a roadblock on the I-95.
His car flipped and exploded, he was killed instantly.
But there is one thing.
Avery said that they saw his tail lights go on like
maybe he was trying to stop.
It could--
it could be possible somebody tampered with his brakes.
You know, Jessica, I guess it wasn’t too swift of me,
you know, putting you at risk
by mailing you those negatives.
No, it wasn’t.
I assume this is an apology?
Well, yeah, sort of.
I guess the thing I’m really kicking myself about is
I should’ve recognized what was in those photos
the first time I saw ’em.
Then I could have sold them to Angelini,
retired to a tropical island
and none of this ever would have happened.
Charlie, I’m not all that sure
that you would have done it then or now.
Maybe, maybe not.
I guess we’re just gonna have to add that to all the other things
we’ll never know about this mess.