-Pop died. -Oh.
Sal's sure the doctor killed him.
[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote...
[gunshot] Jess!
That's the wrong car.
Get in the car, lady. Or he's dead.
Your department screwed up, lieutenant.
You cost us two witnesses.
I don't want my baby born into a mob.
Neither do I.
[grunts]
What do they want from us, Andrew?
They want Michael to put it to rest.
What do they want me to do?
-Kill the doctor? -And the woman.
Think I'ma let you get away with that?
Think again, lady.
[cheerful orchestral music]
[dramatic music]
[man] In the village in Italy where I grew up,
the sky was the color of the wine grapes,
the sun was a slice of lemon.
In the hot afternoons,
I used to lay under the shade of the olive trees,
dream I was joltin' Joe DiMaggio,
hitting the World Series home run in Yankee stadium.
We're not interested in your boyhood dreams, Carmine.
Only your illegal contributions to political campaigns.
Hey!
Hey, didn't your mother learn you no manners, huh?
Forget the bull.
You're facing 20 years hard time
for not paying your income taxes.
You know the FBI's deal with the Treasury Department.
You talk to us, they wipe the slate clean.
Yeah, sure.
All I gotta do is spill my guts about my friends, huh?
The witness protection program
will change your identity and relocate you
so your friends can't find you.
That was the deal you agreed to, Carmine.
So start talking.
I don't talk to no foot soldiers!
Take me to the capo, the boss. You want me to say my piece,
you take me to the top FBI guy in the city,
right now.
That's my deal, huh?
[soft dramatic music]
Hey, take it easy, Carmine.
Hey! [screams]
[speaking Italian]
Jess, I've had my fill of art galleries.
I think it's time for something a little more nourishing
before we head back to Cabot Cove.
Such as dinner at the Clams 'n' Claws?
Yeah. My favorite Boston restaurant.
Hasn't changed in...
Seventy-five years, and they still sell lobster.
-Boiled in the shell. -Mm-hmm,
with dipping bowls of melted butter.
Why is it you seem to know exactly what I'm going to say
before I say it?
Because I think I've heard it once or twice before.
[chuckles] You know,
it's pretty late to be making a reservation.
Woman, you just don't know to whom you are speaking.
Yes, this is Dr. Hazlitt.
I'd like a table for two at seven o'clock, please.
Thank you.
-All set. -Amazing.
Why is it that the word "doctor"
always gets you a reservation?
It's one of those perks of the medical profession
I don't pretend to understand.
This has always been one of my favorite cities.
Does your family own Boston, too?
Michael, why did we have to drop everything
and fly up here?
I told you, to go to dinner.
The bags are brought up, sir.
Thank you.
You folks have a pleasant stay here in Boston.
[sighs]
Denise, don't let it upset you.
This is a family matter.
I'm your family, Michael. This is your family.
Please don't keep secrets from us.
Honey, I'm sorry. I gave my word.
Now, this is important to us, the three of us.
Have I ever lied to you before?
No,
but you have a way of tiptoeing around the truth.
I mean, before we were married,
every time you mentioned your father,
you talked about silk suits.
I thought he was a fashion designer.
I didn't know he was a gangster.
Well, they don't call them that anymore.
And besides, imported clothes are my part of the business,
the legitimate part.
I don't want my baby born into a mob.
Neither do I.
And if things go my way, we won't have to worry about that.
I'm gonna turn this family straight.
I swear to you it's gonna happen.
When?
Can you keep a secret?
-Yes. -So can I.
[indistinct chatter]
Thank you.
Good evening. May I help you?
Oh, is Ernest off for the night?
-Ernest? -Ernest Stagpool.
He's only been the maître d' here for 30 years.
Oh, yes.
Well, I regret to say that he retired, sir,
when the new management took over.
The new management? Oh, when did that happen?
Oh, it's about two months now.
First I've heard of it.
Well, I can assure you the food is still quite delicious.
I don't know, Jess. What do you think?
Well, it can't have changed that much.
-Why don't we give it a try? -Your name, sir?
Hazlitt.
Oh! Dr. Hazlitt.
Your table's ready. Dr. Hazlitt's table, please.
-This way, please. -Enjoy your dinner.
Thank you.
They've taken down all the wood paneling.
And what about the leather booths?
The place, I tell you, has gone trendy.
-Thank you. -Enjoy your meal.
Good evening, Mr. Abruzzi, Mrs. Abruzzi.
-Good evening, Freddie. -Hello.
They're in the private dining room.
This way, please.
Hello. I'm your waitress, Karen Ann.
What happened to Gus?
Oh, the new management got rid of all the old waiters.
Old?
Gus was one of the reasons this place was special.
I suppose if your new management
were in charge of Rome,
they'd have turned the Colosseum into a mini mall.
Oh, for heaven's sake, Seth, it's not Karen Ann's fault.
Would you like a little more time?
No, no.
I think I'm gonna have the boiled lobster plate
and I'm gonna start off with a cup of clam chowder.
Seth?
Do they still make it with clams?
I can check the kitchen.
[chuckles] It's not necessary--
Just make it two of everything, please.
[knocking]
Is everyone here?
Everyone on my list, Mr. Gant.
Tell the staff to start serving in five minutes.
Yes, sir.
-Ma? -No.
-Mikey? -Thanks.
Mikey, you look like you've lost too much weight.
I'm in good shape, ma.
I run every day. I work out at the spa.
Doesn't he look skinny to you, Denise?
Tell the truth. [laughs]
No, I think he looks terrific.
As a matter of fact,
I think I'm the one who looks out of shape.
You're carrying my grandchild.
What could be more beautiful?
I hope to look so good when I'm pregnant.
Anytime you say, Connie.
Which will not happen till after we're married, okay?
[laughs]
Hey, you people are making too much noise.
The cockroaches can't sleep.
We could hear you all the way out in the parking lot.
-Carmine, is that you? -It better be.
We're sharing a room tonight, huh?
You look so beautiful.
Is this what you couldn't tell me?
-Part of it. -Hiya, Pop.
Hey, Salvatore. You know, thank you.
I wouldn't be here tonight without your help.
Constanzia, why don't you hurry up
and make an honest man of this hothead, huh?
Hey, why is everybody in such a hurry?
Denise, I never saw you look so full of life.
Excuse me.
You feel okay?
-I feel fine. Thank you. -Good to see you, Pop.
Hey, good to see you too, Michael. Real good.
-Andrew, come here, sit down. -Hey, Michael.
What do you need, an invitation?
Have some vino. Everybody have some vino!
Ain't there nothing to eat around here?
I'm starving to death in my own restaurant.
Pass the flowers.
[indistinct chatter]
This is almost as good as one of your shore dinners,
which you haven't made any of lately, by the way.
No. I've been too busy working on my new book.
Now, see here.
Your priorities are as crooked as a dog's hind leg.
Is writing a book as important as feeding an old friend?
Yes.
But I can't finish my lobster. Are you interested?
Well, if it would make you happy, thank you.
Mmm.
This is the way to the private dining room?
No...hey, I'm sorry. Miss, I'm sorry.
It's a private party.
Ha! Do you know who I am?
[Freddie] Of course, Miss Gant, but I'm sorry.
You know, you're not on my list.
-What can I say? -Don't be an idiot.
My father's in there, Andrew Gant,
in case you've forgotten.
Just tell him I'm here.
[tray clattering]
You.
Bring me a bottle of your best champagne.
And if you look at me like that again,
I'll pour it down your dress.
Carmine.
[indistinct chatter]
[glass clinking]
Excuse me.
I don't want to make any big speech.
Most of you here know that, eh...
What's been going on between me and the Feds, right?
So, I took a hike.
Me and Rosa are leaving the country tonight,
by way of Canada.
-[scoffs] What are you saying? -Pop!
Hey, it's okay.
I always said I wanted to go back to Italy someday.
It's just a little sooner than I thought, that's all.
Hey, maybe there's another way.
Hey, Andrew, you're the legal adviser.
-Advise. -I did, Sal.
I made the arrangements for them to leave.
It's what I want.
Anyway, the family's growing.
It'll do well without me,
and I'm leaving the business in good hands,
-Michael's hands. -Thank you, Pop.
-No! -Denise--
Let her go!
[door slams]
Eh, she'll get used to it,
just like your mother got used to it.
Pop, what's the matter with you?
Michael can't run the family.
He can't even control his own wife.
Hey! You bite your tongue.
Carmine.
Michael wants to make radical changes.
We'd have big losses.
Hey, talk it over with Michael.
We'd only have losses in the beginning,
until we expand the clothing line.
There are strong threads, Michael, that cannot be broken.
The other families will accept the change
because they have no choice.
And what will happen if they take it as a sign of weakness?
There will be blood in the streets.
Not if we're careful.
You want to be a martyr, Mikey,
you should've studied for the priesthood,
like ma wanted.
The only reason why you don't want to make a change, Sal,
is because you enjoy being a two-bit hood.
-You're dead, Mikey! -Stop it!
Fighting at a time like this, you should be ashamed.
I'm heartbroken that I'm not going to see the baby,
and I'm going to miss Salvatore's wedding
to this beautiful girl,
and all you can do is act like selfish children.
No more. No more!
Rosa, Rosa, Rosa.
Cry on the plane.
[knocking]
I beg your pardon. Mr. Gant.
[clears throat] Excuse me.
Well, I think it's about time we started back, don't you?
What's the rush? I haven't had my dessert yet.
Phyllis, my dear, you're going home.
Only if Sal goes with me.
See that she gets home safely, no stops.
Come on, dear.
-He'll come to me, Daddy. -Not tonight, my dear.
He has better things to do.
-Oh! [giggling] -Go, go.
[clears throat]
Come on, come on, come on.
Uh, Marco, Joey.
This is a private moment, okay?
Listen, Mikey,
you play it straight with the other families, huh?
Let them know what you're doing. Don't make them guess.
They're not good guessers.
You hear what I'm saying?
Sure, Pop.
Sal, you take care of Mikey.
Now, go get the boys. Get this show on the road, huh?
Pop.
[foreboding music]
Goodbye, Pop.
You take care of yourself, now, all right?
Don't I always?
[gun fires, Rosa screams]
-Pop! -Oh, my God.
[guests laughing] Seth?
-Hmm? -Did you hear something?
In here? I can't even hear myself eat.
-Rosa, Rosa! -It's okay, Pop, we're here.
Who did it?
It came from that rooftop up there.
Sal! He's still alive. Help me get him inside.
We can take him to my house. I'll get a doctor.
Come on, Pop. It's all right. Come on.
Come on, get up, pop.
[grunts] All right, come on.
-Here you are. -Oh, thank you, Karen Ann.
Those raspberries look very nice.
Not as nice as this pie a la mode.
Oh, don't look at me like that.
This is my day off.
Excuse me, Dr. Hazlitt.
You're wanted on the phone, sir.
The caller said it was urgent.
I never knew it to fail.
Excuse me, Jess... [clears throat]
[pensive music]
[sighs]
I trust everything was satisfactory, madam?
Well, I'm concerned about Dr. Hazlitt.
What happened to him?
Well, he took his phone call in my office,
and I assume he left.
Well, you can see our table from here.
I mean, I was sitting alone for nearly 40 minutes.
He wouldn't just leave me here.
I never noticed.
Well, I'm sorry, madam.
-I wish I could help. -Yes, well, thank you.
Thank you, dear.
You say your friend vanished during dessert?
Yes, he left the table to take a telephone call
-and he never came back. -How old is your friend?
Well, what's that got to do with it?
Well, does he have a habit of wandering off?
Oh, believe me, Dr. Hazlitt has all of his faculties.
He's a physician.
Doctor, huh? Well, there's your answer.
He got an emergency call to see a patient.
[scoffs] His practice is in Cabot Cove, Maine.
We had planned to return there immediately after dinner.
Now, if he'd been called back sooner,
he would have taken me with him.
He hasn't been gone long enough
for a missing person's report, so what do you want, lady?
Ease up, sergeant. What's the problem, ma'am?
She claims her friend disappeared from a restaurant.
Well, not literally.
I mean, he just didn't vanish into thin air.
Get the details, sergeant, politely.
Yes, Sir.
All right, what is the name of the restaurant
where the alleged incident happened?
Clams 'n' Claws, and I'm not alleging it.
What time was it?
That's all right, sergeant. I'll take it from here.
Come on. We'll talk on the way.
-On the way where? -Well, to the Clams 'n' Claws.
Let's find out what happened to your friend.
Thank you.
[cars honking]
I didn't choose the restaurant. It was Dr. Hazlitt's choice.
Is there another reason why
he'd pick that particular restaurant?
Oh, it's an old favorite.
Would call it kind of a "hang out"?
Well, I wouldn't exactly call it that, no...[chuckles]
This friend of yours...
Does he have connections?
Well, he's a member of the American Medical Association,
if that's what you mean.
Does he make frequent trips to New York?
Frequent trips? No.
But what does all that got to do with
Dr. Hazlitt's disappearance?
Maybe nothing.
Or maybe what?
Let's hope it's nothing.
Dr. Hazlitt took his phone call right here at my desk.
I left him here, went back to my customers,
never saw him again.
Were you acquainted with Dr. Hazlitt before tonight?
Not before this evening.
You know, we just took a walk through the garage.
Dr. Hazlitt's car was still there,
even though your parking lot attendant said
it was picked up.
Why'd you tell him to lie to us, Freddie?
Watch it, lieutenant.
I'm too busy watching you.
Where'd a two-bit pizza maker get the dough
to buy into a place like this, eh?
Mrs. Fletcher,
why don't we have a look around?
Yes, I think that would be a very good idea.
You don't have a warrant.
Hey, Freddie, I need a warrant,
you're in big trouble, you got it?
Yeah. Yeah, get me Sal, quick.
-This is Freddie. -Hey, Freddie,
aren't you gonna give us a guided tour of the premises?
Be my pleasure.
Is that the private dining room?
Yeah, uh, there was a birthday party there tonight,
a kid's birthday, I forget the name.
I could look it up, if you want to.
-Where's that door lead? -Uh, to the alley.
It was used as a rear entrance years ago, during prohibition,
but it's not used anymore.
We take the trash out the kitchen door.
Lieutenant,
there's a bleached out spot here on the carpet, a stain.
It looks as if it's been treated recently
with a strong solvent.
Uh, one of the bus boys must have spilled something.
You can't get decent help these days.
Yeah, well, there's some other spots
that were overlooked.
Uh, you want to see the kitchen?
No.
I want to see what the bus boy spilled, Freddie.
-Looks like dried blood. -From the fish guts.
We throw out a ton of the stuff.
But you said the trash was taken out through the kitchen.
Hey, lieutenant, you're ruining my carpet!
If the lab says this is human blood,
I'm gonna ruin a lot more than your carpet, Freddie.
Something's happened to Seth.
[foreboding music]
[horn blares]
There's somebody in the street.
Who'd be crazy enough
to be walking in this neighborhood at night?
Hit him with the light.
What can we do for you?
I'm a doctor.
I want to report a gunshot wound.
You scared me to death, disappearing like that.
I couldn't imagine what had happened to you.
What did happen to you, doctor?
Well, I met some very interesting people.
I'd just as soon not see most of them again.
Is this thing on?
It is now.
Well, as I'm sure Mrs. Fletcher told you,
I was summoned to an urgent phone call
by the maître d' at the Clams 'n' Claws.
Well, the moment he showed me into his office,
I realized there wasn't any phone call,
but there was an urgent situation
that called for a doctor.
A man was lying on the couch, bleeding.
A young man I later came to know as Michael,
told me his father was shot accidentally
when a hunting rifle was dropped and it went off.
Well, I've heard that story before,
but the patient was in a bad way.
There was a bullet lodged
dangerously close to his heart.
I suggested a hospital for immediate surgery,
but they vetoed that.
They had somewhere else in mind.
Mmm.
Do you think I could have a little bit more coffee?
I'm chilled to the bone.
Oh, sure.
-Thank you. -Where did they take you?
Well, it was hard to tell.
The windows on the limousine were highly tinted.
I do think I ran across a
covered bridge at one point.
And then, later on,
we arrived at some sort of country mansion.
I used the dining room as the OR
now, my medical bag had been brought there before
by Michael's brother, Sal.
I'll tell you, he watched every move I made.
Michael was assisting me.
I didn't have any anesthetic,
so I was about to give the patient some barbiturate
to knock him out.
Sal became very suspicious and tried to stop me.
I explained it would let his father sleep long enough
for me to extract the bullet.
Or would he rather have him wide-awake to feel the knife?
Fortunately, Michael saw it my way.
Sal gave me a warning that practically
curled my hair, I'll tell you.
But I went ahead and gave his father the injection.
Oh, I had asked the patient's wife,
I suppose it was, the old woman,
if she'd be kind enough to boil my instruments
so they'd be sterilized.
She did that, and we went on with the operation.
Well, what happened then?
I removed the bullet, patched the fellow up.
His vital signs seemed to improve,
color came back into his face,
and then Michael, I think it was,
had the Bobbsey twins drive me back to town.
You still don't have any idea
whose life you saved on that dining room table?
Nope.
Although...[chuckles] I had a pretty good idea
it was not some country preacher.
Does the name Carmine Abruzzi ring a bell?
The notorious mobster?
Oh, Seth!
Well, I'm certainly glad I didn't know that.
I might have let my hands slip.
Well, thank you very much for this coffee, lieutenant,
even though it tasted as if it had been filtered
through some patrolman's pocket, it was nice and hot.
Where do you think you're going?
Oh, back to Cabot Cove.
I've got to get back to work on my book.
Yeah, and I've got to see some patients too.
I don't think so.
You see, the FBI is sending two agents up from New York
in the morning.
-They want to talk to you guys. -Why?
I don't know anything about Mr. Abruzzi or the shooting.
I only saw the bullet come out.
I certainly didn't see it go in.
-Look here, lieutenant-- -You had a hard night.
You need some sleep.
I'll get you both rooms in a good hotel.
The government will pay for everything,
including breakfast, room service,
-whatever you want. -But what we want
is to go back home, and the sooner the better.
-Yes. -Relax.
Look, the worst thing that could happen
is that they call you as witnesses,
change your names, and relocate you to Provo, Utah.
[soft playful music]
[whistle blows]
[dramatic music]
I'm sorry
if I embarrassed you in front of your family, Michael,
but I couldn't stay there one second longer.
[sighs] I thought about it all night,
and I decided to stay at my mother's
until after the baby is born.
Denise.
I love you, Michael,
but I won't be married to a gangster.
Listen to me.
My father was shot last night
when we were leaving the restaurant.
Oh, Michael.
We found a doctor to treat him.
It seemed like he was getting better,
but about an hour ago,
Pop died.
Oh.
Sal is sure the doctor killed him.
Lieutenant Marino said the FBI would pick us up
at 8:30 sharp.
Well, we still have a minute or two. Oh, drat.
I left my medical bag in the coffee shop.
I'll be right back.
Oh, Dr. Hazlitt just dropped inside for a moment.
-Yeah. -Uh, yes.
We were told that you want to talk to both of us.
-Wait in the car, please. -All right.
Jess!
That's the wrong car.
Get in the car, lady, or he's dead.
[foreboding music]
Your turn, doctor.
[Marco speaking Italian]
[tires screeching]
I didn't want to bother you, Michael,
so I took it upon myself
to make the necessary arrangements.
Carmine will be shipped back to his native land for burial.
I felt it would be unduly stressful
for Rosa to accompany the coffin.
She needs to be with her family at a time like this.
What are you doing about my father's death?
I'm going into town now to meet with the
representatives of some of the other families.
Of course, they'll all deny ordering a hit on your father.
Somebody did.
When are they taking the body?
Early in the morning.
I thought, perhaps, you'd all like to
stay over to see him off.
Pick any empty guest room. My home is your home.
Michael, we'll talk.
I don't like that man.
He doesn't like you.
Even as a kid, I wondered how a lawyer with one client
could be richer than his client.
Remind me to take a good hard look at the books.
[sighs]
You know, you're beginning to feel it already.
-What? -The power.
No, you're wrong, Denise.
The only power I want
is the power to turn this family around.
Now, if you can't believe that,
then you should walk out of here right now.
Connie, help Denise find a guest room.
Oh, look who's giving orders already.
Just kidding. Don't rub me out.
So, honey, you want a view over the garden, or what?
[doorbell rings]
Dr. Hazlitt.
And my name is Jessica Fletcher.
Now, we were brought here under duress,
snatched from the sidewalk in front of our hotel.
Now, the word for that is kidnapping,
and there is a sentence that goes with that word.
All right, hold on. Hold on just a second.
Marco, what is going on here?
We own a cop in the north end.
He told Sal the FBI was gonna
pick up the doctor at his hotel,
so Sal told me to get there first.
What about this woman?
I didn't know she was gonna be there.
And to make it worse,
he wouldn't tell us why we were being picked up.
Michael, is it your father?
Did he take a turn for the worse?
Yes, he took a turn, a 180 into oblivion.
Your father is dead?
Well, he was fine when I left him.
I told you to get him to a hospital.
Well, what happened?
His heart started pounding in his chest.
It was like a racing motor.
And then it stopped.
Was it because of your medicine, doctor?
If anything, the stuff I gave him would have slowed it down.
I don't understand it, Jess.
[woman screaming] Sal!
[Sal] Hey, can I help it if you didn't knock?
Marco, watch them.
You dirty, rotten louse!
[screams]
[different woman] Get her out of here!
Michael!
Come on, let me alone, will you?
This is how you show respect for your father and me?
I mean, why don't you just
go ahead and do it in your father's bed?
Take it easy. Take it easy. What is going on here?
What does it look like is going on?
She walked in on us.
I was looking for an empty guest bedroom
with a view of the garden.
Some view I got, the two of them like animals!
You're just jealous because he wants me.
[scoffs]
Well, how would you like a mouthful of blanket?
Sal, is this how you say goodbye to Pop?
Pop would understand.
-Oh, you pig! -Hey, come on.
-Get her out of here. -Come on, come on.
When I am through with you,
you're gonna wish you're as dead as Carmine!
[screams] It's all right.
[screaming] -Come on.
Sorry.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What do you mean you can't a line
on the car that picked them up?
What about the doorman?
He was on his coffee break?
No. No, you stay with it!
Look, I don't care if you guys ever eat lunch again!
Your department screwed up, lieutenant.
It never happens to you guys?
How did Carmine get here in the first place?
Save it for the commissioner, Marino.
You cost us two witnesses.
People. They're people, damn it.
Play that tape again, lieutenant.
[tape rewinding]
[Seth] I couldn't be quite sure.
The windows on the limousine were heavily tinted,
though, at one point, I did feel that
we crossed over some sort of covered bridge.
A few minutes later, we arrived at
what must have been some sort of country mansion.
Which bridge?
How many of Carmine's Boston associates
own a country mansion with a covered bridge nearby?
Check it out.
The way I got it figured, Doc, is you were the backup,
in case the hit man didn't finish him off.
When you called in your reservation,
you made sure to let Freddie know you were a doctor, right?
Oh, look, apparently,
restaurants have a preference for doctors.
No one seems to know why.
Wrong, lady. Doc here was Plan B.
Pop gets wounded, Freddie calls Doc,
and he does a number with his needle.
And what was your smart decision there, Mikey?
"Go ahead, give him the shot."
Pow! What a call!
All right, Sal, you got 'em here now.
What are you gonna do with them?
If it was up to me?
Cement shoes and into the Charles river.
The lady wasn't even here last night, Sal!
Marco picked her up by mistake.
Tough luck. She's here now.
What do you want to do, get her a shot on "Donahue"?
Turn them both over to the police.
He killed Pop!
You don't know how ridiculous that is.
This man is a doctor,
in the real, old-fashioned sense.
Now, when you needed help for your father,
he didn't ask who or how much.
He simply did what he could to help.
I mean, the idea of his being a hit man's apprentice
-is absolutely absurd! -Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess.
It's nice to hear how your friends feel about you,
but I don't think these gentlemen give a hoot.
[Rosa] Salvatore!
Tell me it isn't true, what Connie just told me.
What did you tell her?
The wedding is off!
Why'd you want to tell her a thing like that for?
She hasn't got enough trouble?
Ma, ma, take it easy. Nothing's been decided yet.
You want that nympho, you can have her.
Be quiet.
I mean, it isn't enough that I lose a husband,
I have to lose a daughter-in-law the same day?
I had a dress made for the wedding.
The last fitting was yesterday afternoon.
Now I can't even wear it to the funeral!
Hey, ma, wait a minute, will you?
Ma!
Ma, wait a minute. Hey, ma, wait.
I'm sorry, but you people pose a real problem to me.
I'm trying to turn this into a legitimate family,
with legitimate business,
and now my brother wants to kill you.
I'm not sure I can stop him.
Michael, let me examine your father
and find out the cause of death.
I don't know about that.
Well, it can't hurt him now.
And maybe this will help to get us out of this alive.
Okay, Doc, take a look.
But whatever you find, you tell me first.
He was shot at close range. Probably a .32.
Local freelance hit guy named Johnny Carr.
Lieutenant, so what?
Well, it looks like he did a job last night...
With a payoff he didn't expect.
[dramatic music]
[Michael] Mrs. Fletcher, I want you to know that
I believe what you said to Sal about Dr. Hazlitt.
I think the killer would have shot my father again
had he not fallen behind the car also.
So there was no need for a Plan B.
Your brother is very forceful.
Yes, but I have managerial experience.
Enough?
I wouldn't want to put it to a test right now.
[door clicks]
[sighs]
Joey, Denise needs you to take her to the store.
Right, my pleasure.
What did you find?
Well, it wasn't my surgery,
but you were right about something going wrong
with your father's heart.
Are you saying my father's death was natural?
Far from it.
There were scratches and blood on his upper right arm,
clearly signs of a clumsy injection.
By you.
If you will recall,
I gave your father exactly one injection,
and that was in his left arm, though.
Someone else gave him the fatal shot.
But nobody else entered the house
from the time you left till my father died.
Well, then, I'd say you have a problem.
[Sal] Hey, Mikey, Andrew's back. Come on down.
Excuse me. Wait here.
Seth, the phone.
On second thought,
maybe you should come downstairs.
Oh... [nervous chuckle]
You can wait in here.
-Marco, keep an eye on them. -Right.
[sighs]
Another fine mess I've gotten you into.
-Sorry, Jess. -Seth, was I imagining it,
or were you holding something back from Michael?
I know exactly what killed his father.
The generic name is digitoxin.
It increases the strength of the contractions of the heart.
An overdose can be, and was, fatal.
Are you sure that that was it?
I had a vial of it in my bag.
I checked when I was upstairs with Carmine.
It is gone.
Well, maybe you didn't bring it.
I always carry it.
So, I checked my disposable syringes.
Normally, I have ten.
I used one this morning, before the operation.
That means there should have been nine left,
and there were only eight.
[sighs] Someone has used my medicine
and my syringe to kill Carmine.
[somber music]
Oh, Seth.
[bird cawing]
[Gant] The news isn't good.
The families are angry and defensive.
They feel you're going to blame them unfairly
for Carmine's death.
Who shot him from the roof, Santa Claus?
Guys, that wasn't a freebie. Somebody paid for it.
Well, they're saying it wasn't one of them.
They would have hired someone better.
What do they want from us, Andrew?
They want Michael to put it to rest
by showing the matter's been dealt with.
What do they want me to do, kill the doctor?
And the woman.
They want sacrifices? They're insane.
Michael, I can't advise you in this matter.
I don't even know about it.
But if you don't do what the other families want,
you will lose all the respect they had for your father.
They don't have respect for the Abruzzis,
you're in charge of nothing, 'cause they'll blow us away.
It's up to you, Michael.
Do you wanna go to war over this?
What do you say, Mikey?
[clears throat]
[whispering] I remember them.
She's that spoiled brat
who made such a nuisance of herself at the restaurant,
and her daddy,
the one who sent her off with the chauffeur.
Funny we haven't seen them around.
They probably didn't want to be seen.
Remember, Seth, Sal said, "Andrew's back."
Now, this is beginning to make sense.
Andrew Gant
is a distinguished Boston Brahmin lawyer.
And little Miss muffin-face here was in her cups,
raving about somebody named Sal.
Could she be the reason the wedding was called off?
I'm beginning to sound like one of those ladies
down at Loretta's beauty parlor.
The wedding.
That's what it's all about, isn't it, Seth?
What what's all about? Talk sense, woman.
I am.
And it makes perfect sense, believe me.
[clears throat] Seth,
you need to go to the bathroom.
[playful music]
No, not really.
Go to the bathroom. Now.
Oh... [clears throat]
would you excuse me, please, Jess?
I've got to run off to the bathroom.
Oh, yes, yes. Of course.
Hold it.
That's just it, young man. I can't.
Weak bladder.
All right, come on.
[clears throat]
Hello? 911 operator?
This is Jessica Fletcher.
Please contact Lieutenant Jerry Marino
of the Boston Police Department and tell him that
we are being held by the Abruzzi family
at Andrew Gant's country house.
[phone clatters]
Think I'm gonna let you get away with that?
Think again, lady.
It's okay, Sal. I'll take over.
The hell you will. You don't have the guts.
It doesn't take guts to kill defenseless people, Sal.
Okay, then, you do it.
Go ahead, little brother, blow her away.
Yeah, right, I'm gonna give you the gun.
-Get out of the way! -Give me the gun, Sal.
Give me the gun or you're out of the family.
No way.
Pop would never let you do something like that.
You still don't get it, do you?
I'm Pop, and what I say goes!
[sirens wailing faintly] Police!
[gunshot]
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
[officer] First car, take the front. Move it, move it, move it!
Let's go, let's go!
Cover that door.
[banging on door]
What are you doing? You can't barge in here.
Do you know who I am?
Oh, yeah.
You're a mouthpiece for the mob.
We're responding to an emergency 911 call
that came from this house.
No one made any such call from here.
I did.
This is Michael Abruzzi.
Mrs. Fletcher and Dr. Hazlitt were kidnapped
by order of Andrew Gant and my brother, Sal.
Lieutenant, you got here very quickly.
Well, we were only a mile away when we got the call.
Covered bridge, big estate,
high-priced mob lawyer.
Wasn't hard.
By the way, we found the dead hit man.
But, uh, we still don't know who hired him.
Well, I do.
It's the reason that the hit man only fired one shot
instead of spraying the alley with his automatic rifle.
It was someone close to Carmine Abruzzi.
It needs more garlic. Where's the provolone?
Yeah, I'm working on it.
Oh, so you're still here.
Rosa, this is Lieutenant Marino.
-Hello. -Marino?
Is your mother's name Gloria?
[chuckles] No, that's my aunt.
She flirted with all the men.
Well, she still does. She's 75.
Well, stay for dinner. There's plenty.
I really can't. I'm on duty.
Mrs. Abruzzi,
Mrs. Fletcher and I, we need to talk to you, alone.
Denise, you and Connie go set the table.
You, too.
Oh, Rosa, don't you think we should sort of--
Go. Go.
I'll get Michael.
How'd you know?
Mrs. Fletcher figured it out.
It was something you let slip
when Connie said the wedding was off.
It isn't enough that I lose a husband,
I have to lose a daughter-in-law the same day?
I had a dress made for the wedding.
The last fitting was yesterday afternoon.
Now I can't even wear it to the funeral!
When you went to your fitting yesterday,
you already knew that you were scheduled
to go to Italy with your husband.
But you didn't cancel the fitting,
so you must have made other plans.
It wasn't fair of Carmine to take me away from my children.
I would have missed everything...
The wedding,
the birth of my first grandchild.
I couldn't bear that.
I remembered hearing Carmine tell Andrew about a gunman
named Johnny Carr.
His number was in my husband's phone book.
I paid him half the money,
and I said I'd give him the other half afterwards.
I wanted Carmine to die quickly,
but this man. He botched it.
I took the vial and the syringe
when I put the instruments back in the medical bag
after the surgery.
Carmine must have had a heart condition,
or the digitoxin wouldn't have worked so quickly.
He didn't want nobody to know.
The doctor said never give him too much.
When I was alone with Carmine, I...
[soft dramatic music]
I said goodbye, and I...
I kissed him...
and I killed him.
And then you killed the hit man.
He didn't do it right. He hurt my Carmine.
Rosa, how did you decide that
murder was the solution to the problem?
It was easy.
I just asked myself,
"What would Carmine do?"