02x05 - Requiem for a Falling Star

[bunniefuu]

[Woman Screaming]

[Woman]
And have made it look like
Jean's death was a mistake.

I would never typecast you
as a detective.

- I've been in love with you all my life.
- Are you insane?

- [Man] I'm afraid she's dead.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

If Charles ever found out
I took that money...

Unless, of course,
he's a blackmailer.

[Woman]
Whose bedroom did you
pry into this time?

I'm here to arrest you
for the m*rder ofJean Davis.

[Gasps]

Hmm, darn. Missed him.

[Laughter]
[Man]
Cut.! Print it.!

Beautiful, Nora.
I don't own this studio anymore.

Come in for a close-up, huh?
Nice, tight, just about here.

Jean. Jean. Where's Jean?
Get rid of the g*n
in the next sh*t, will ya?

Miss Chandler.
Where's Jean?
She was here a few minutes ago.

[Indistinct Whispering]
[Chattering]

- Look who's here.
- Are they inside?

Yes.

Thanks, Bob.
Okay.

[Moaning]

Oh, happy birthday, darling.

Save it for tonight.
I want you to know
I have everything arranged.

I've completely organized
your birthday.

That's why you're such
a good social secretary.
Right you are.

Now, you have to be
at the Beverly bookstore every night
this week for an autograph session.

So...
So, when I get home,
I want the candles all lit.

Mm-hmm.
My dinner waiting.

And your hostess likewise.

Just don't let the wicked witch
hold you up. Remember, tonight
is your night off.

[Chattering Continues]
Jean!

Jean?

Oh, Jerry.
I didn't know you were in town.

Had to rush home.
Do some local promotion
for my new book.

Oh, another book?
Whose bedroom did you
pry into this time?

[Chuckles]
Just a collection of some
of my own movie columns, Nora.

Uh, Jean, dear.
Thanks for bringing him here.

Now, would you run along
and tell the director...

that it's too late
to try for my close-up.

Oh, yes.

- It's nice to see you again.
- Right. So long, Jean.

All right.
Why are you here?

Why, to see you,
of course, Nora.

To see if you've given
my little proposition
any more thought.

I have. I've decided
to write my own biography.
Good-bye, Mr. Parks.

Well.
[Chuckles]

I understand there's
a big gathering of studio brass
coming up.

Real estate developers,
TV moguls... all the hucksters.

Oh, come on, Jerry.
Get to the point.

Nora, while I was in New York,

I did some more research
on my book about you, remember?

Aren't you gonna
pour me one?

Buy your own.

Thank you.

And I finally managed to dig up
some hidden accounts...

on that last picture
you made in Italy.

That b*mb.
You didn't lose a penny on it,

but the studio
lost two million dollars.

I'm afraid I'm just too tired
to talk right now,
if you don't mind.

Sure. I won't bore you
with details.

But I also understand
that the biggest brass of them all
is arriving here tonight, isn't he?

Mr. Conglomerate himself?
Frank Simmons.

And I got to thinking.
With all the trouble you're having
with the studio right now,

wouldn't they just love
some amm*nit*on?

Wouldn't Simmons
just love to hear how one little
has-been movie queen...

managed to fix the books
and out-swindle him?

I'm not gonna write
any of it, you understand.

I'm on your side.

Oh, I know how much
all of this means to you, Nora.

I understand.

How much do you want?

Just a reasonable amount
for my research, that's all.

For my time?

All right. I'll call you
first thing in the morning.

Right.

Toodle-loo.

Nora?
You changed already?
The director said that...

What have you been
telling Jerry Parks?

What? Nothing. Really.

Don't lie to me.
Don't you know he's
a blackmailing, smut-peddling...

No.

You think he likes you.

Nora, I simply
won't listen to you.

Oh, yes, you will.
No, I won't.

He loves me.
He's asked me to marry him.

He what?

It's true.

Well, when did
all this happen?

We saw a lot of each other
before the trip to New York.

The last one.

He's been writing to me.

He asked me in his letter
the day before yesterday.

l-I was going to wait to tell you
for a while, but...

- And you believed him.
- Oh, please, Nora.

You really think that creep
is a prince in disguise.

Stop it!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

And so am I.
I didn't mean to...

Nora, I've never told him
anything about you.

And he's never asked.
Not once.

It's not the way you think.

Oh, I would never do anything
to hurt you, or let him.

Now, look. That's enough.
That's enough.

I'm the one that
should be apologizing to you.

I just didn't understand.
I didn't...

I didn't understand
how deeply you felt about him.

All right.
We just forget it.

And it's 6:00
and you have errands to run.

It's a very long list
I'm afraid.
What?

Well, you've got
my dress to pick up.
That's urgent, of course.

But I was sort of
planning tonight to... to...

Oh! Oh. Oh.

You were going to take
that Dorothy what's-her-name
to the concert.

Isn't that what you told me?
Well, yes.

But I'll never get through
all of this before 9:00 or 10:00.

[Sobbing]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just...
I don't know what it is.

I suppose we've been together
so many years,

I just can't stand
the thought of losing you.

Now, look. You never mind
how I feel aboutJerry Parks.
I'll get rid of that somehow.

Oh, he does admire you.
Truly he does, Nora.

Oh, yeah, of course.
Who doesn't?

Now, darling, you will do
those errands for me,
won't you?

I'm sure poor Dorothy
won't mind missing
another concert.

Well, l-I guess I can.

But l-I am sorry
about everything.

[Door Opens]

[Door Closes]

[Engine Starts]

[Engine Starts]

[Liquid Pouring]

[Horn Honks]

Could I change my order
to lobster?

It's a little late for that.
What?

No! No, no, no, darling.
Whatever you like.
You can have whatever you wish.

Weren't those lobsters in Boston
absolutely divine?

I've never tasted anything
as good.
Oh, darling, Boston.

- I'll never forget that night.
- When were you in Boston, Nora?

Last month,
when I invited her.

I didn't realize you two
knew each other so well.

Mr. Fallon,

before I bought your studio,
I made a personal inventory
of all of your property.

Pardon me for interrupting.
Miss Chandler, may I see you
a moment, please?

If somebody wants an autograph,
just sign it yourself, Joe.

What is it, Joe?
A gentleman to see you.

He said it's rather urgent.

Oh, all right.
Excuse me.

Don't be long.
No, no, no.

Joe, how've you been?
Fine.

Uh, Miss Chandler,
we've been trying to reach you.

I'm afraid there's been
a pretty bad accident.
What?

There was an expl*si*n and fire
at the house of a friend of yours,
Mr. Jerry Parks.

Oh, no.

Why come to me?
I mean, Mr. Parks
isn't particularly a fr...

You tell her yet?
Nora, it's Jean.

Jean.
Miss Jean Davis, ma'am.

She was alone
in Mr. Parks's car and...

Well, I'm-I'm afraid she's dead.

[Brakes Squeaking]
You're a little late.

Yeah, I know.
I got tied up on the freeway.

The stunt cars are up
in the backlot.

Go up this street,
make a left
and straight up the hill.

Right. Okay, yeah.
Excuse me, Officer.

[Continues, Indistinct]
What is it?
Officer.

I don't know anything
about any stunt cars.
I'm here to see Miss Chandler.

This isn't for the demolition derby,
uh, sequence?

I'm here on official business.
I thought you saw my police sticker
on the windshield.

- What sticker?
- That sticker.

Right, right, okay.
What happened to my sticker?

Yeah, I'll tell her
when she comes in.
Someone took my sticker.

Mister, you either state
your business or get out.
You're holding up the traffic.

I had the sticker this morning.
[Horn Honks]

Oh. Yeah, uh...
Lieutenant Columbo,
police department.

I'm here to see Miss Chandler.
Okay, Lieutenant.

Her bungalow
is right up the street.

Make a right.
You can't miss it.
Right.

Okay.
Hey, Lieutenant.

Did you ever think
of getting another car?

Yeah, but I got another car.
[Engine Starts]

My wife drives it.
Of course, it's nothing special.
Just for transportation.

[Tires Skid]

[Chattering]

What do you want?
I understand this is where
Miss Nora Chandler...

She can't see anybody right now.
Uh, my office called.

I'm from the police.
Lieutenant Columbo.

All right.

There's, uh,
there's a lieutenant...

Lieutenant Columbo
from the police.

[Frank]
All right, all right.
I'll take care of it.

This gentleman
will take care of you.

You're the police.
Uh, yes, sir.

All right now. Miss Chandler
had to be hospitalized
last night, you know.

I'm terribly sorry to hear that, sir.
I'm sure that there's very little
you have to bother her with now.

The Davis girl was her secretary
and constant companion
for 18 years.

I wouldn't do anything to upset her.
You can imagine
the kind of shock...

that Miss Chandler's
experiencing.
Fully.

So, you get out quickly.
You understand?
Fully, sir.

[Nora]
Frank? Please, it's all right.
I wanna see him.

Good, girl.
See you at 2:00.

Make it quick,
don't lean on her,

or you'll have to answer
to me personally.

You understand?
Go on in.

Please, come on in.

Oh, yeah.

Uh...

What's the matter, Lieutenant?

Are you all right?
No, it's just that...

You know, Miss Chandler,
if anybody ever told me
I'd be standing here,

I mean, right face-to-face
with you.

I mean, I've been in love
with you all my life.

I know.
You never expected
to meet a legend.

Would you do me a favor?

Would you call my wife?

Just say hello.
It'd give her
a tremendous thrill.

I mean, she saw every picture
you've ever been in
ever since she was a kid.

I mean, ever since high school.
I know how long ago
that was, Lieutenant.

It's right there.
Thank you very much.

Just take a minute.

She'll get a big bang out of it.

It's me. Put her on.

Where is she?

Went to get fish.

When she comes back in the house,
tell her not to leave.

Now don't hang up.
I'll be right back.

Say hello to my brother-in-law.
His name is George.

Just say, "Hello, George."

Hello, George.

Guess who that was.

What do you mean you don't know?
Don't you go to the movies?

What are you, a moron?

Hello, George.
This is Nora Chandler.
How are you?

[Chuckles]

Ask him how tall he is.

George,
how tall are you?

Sorry, George.
I gotta run.

You're terrific.
Oh, thank you.
We try.

Now, what else can I do for you?
Well, as a matter of fact, ma'am, uh,

I would like to ask you
a few questions,
if you don't mind.

Oh, of course not.
Why don't, uh...
Why don't we out on the lanai?

Oh, certainly.

Boy, right here in the middle
of a huge movie studio.

This is like a regular house.
Do you live here?

Mm-hmm.
When I'm filming.

It originally was built for me
when I was a child actress.

I saw those pictures, too,
on television.

The ones where
you were dancing.
Wonderful.

Why don't they make them
like that anymore?
Without all that v*olence.

Lieutenant, you said
you wanted to ask me some questions.

You see, I hardly remember
what happened last night myself.
It's still a blur.

Must have been
a terrible shock to you.

That Miss Davis
was very close, I guess.

Very close.

I'll tell you why I'm here.

It's because the arson squad
is investigating that fire...

that trapped her
in Mr. Parks's car.
Arson?

They're not sure yet.
Could be nothing.

But the neighbor,
he's the one who called
the fire department,

he said he saw something
that looked like an expl*si*n.

[Nora]
Oh? What else did he see.

Who? Oh, the neighbor.
Nothing, I guess.

Say, your husband was
just a little guy, wasn't he?

Al Cumberland
practically built this studio,
in case you didn't know.

No, I meant short.
I mean, I always figured
he was tall.

Like you, Miss Chandler.
I always thought you were tall.

I thought everybody
in the movies was tall.

I notice he was a big man
in the Shriners too. Now that's
something I know about.

That's a double eagle ring,
Scottish rite, 3 2 degrees.

I had an uncle.
He played bagpipes
in a Shriner's band.

He couldn't play a note,
but nobody could tell the difference.

When was this picture taken?

As a matter of fact,
that was taken the day before he d*ed.

Uh, Lieutenant, do you mind?
I really am very tired.

Would you mind coming to the point?
I'd like to know aboutJean.

[Phone Ringing]
Excuse me.

Hello.

Yes, yes,
there is a lieutenant here.

From which office?

Oh, yes, of course.
Uh, it's for you.

Ma'am, please excuse me.
I'm terribly sorry.

That's all right.

Yeah.

Look. Don't bother me now.

Yeah.

Oh. Right away.

Ma'am, uh,
please excuse me.

Oh, no, no.
That's quite all right.

What a lovely garden.
Fountain and everything.

Hard to believe this exists
right in the middle of the studio.

Yes, you know, that fountain
was part of a set...

from a picture I made
a long time ago called
Sarah Goes to College.

Can I have a memento?

Not for me, for my wife.
She loves mementos.
Certainly.

Every time we go
into a fancy restaurant,
she steals an ashtray.

But, for me, it's embarrassing
in my line of work.

Oh, but your work,
according to that caller
is homicide. Correct?

Yeah, that's true.

Can you imagine the embarrassment
if she ever got caught?

[Chuckles]
But surely, Lieutenant,

surely they don't think
Jane was m*rder*d, do they?

You know, I'm having
such a good time here,
I keep getting sidetracked.

Miss Chandler, would you mind
coming for a ride with me
down to police headquarters?

I'm sorry if it's
a bit dusty in there.

Oh, that's quite all right,
Lieutenant.

Didn't get a chance to wash it.
Been very busy this past week.

Uh, Jeffries, you got everything?
Yes, sir.

Oh! Is that...

Oh!
Yes, miss,
that's Mr. Parks's car.

- Don't look at it.
Don't look at it.
- Uh, Mr. Parks says...

Just a minute.
Are you all right?
I'm fine.

You sure?
Thank you. Yes.

All right.
Mr. Parks says
that he and Miss Davis...

traded cars last night
a little after 7:00.

Traded?
A boy in the bookstore
confirmed it, sir.

Heard Miss Davis say
that she just had to run an errand,

and then she was gonna go
on out to Parks's house
to wait for him.

l-I don't understand
any of this.

Jean was just running errands
for me last night.

Is this your handwriting, ma'am?

Yes. Yes, that's the list
I wrote for her.
Where did you find it?

Mr. Parks gave it to us, ma'am.
It was in her car.

The one he drove out to his house
in later, while she was supposed to be
getting their little party ready.

Only, of course...
Their little party?

Oh, I don't believe it.
She barely knew Mr. Parks.
He's lying to you.

Well, not entirely, ma'am.
You see, Miss Davis
did have a flat tire.

- Which one was it?
- Left rear.

Flat tire.
What?

Parks got the boy in the bookstore
to change it for him.

Uh, Miss Chandler, I'm afraid
Mr. Parks claims your secretary
had a date with him last night.

But when she got down
to the bookstore where he was,

she was all upset
because you'd given her
those errands to run.

Well, he said it wasn't too hard
to talk her into skipping the errands,

except for the dress?
Poor littleJean.

She never could make up
her own mind.

Anyway, when they went outside,
her car had this flat tire.

Oh! Oh, so that's...
why they traded cars.

And then she drove off.
If I'd only known.

[Sobbing]
If I had any idea.

There, there.
I'm sorry.

There, there.
All right.
[Sobbing, Indistinct]

All right, boys.
Let's get this flat tire
carefully checked now.

The valve stem and the nail
or whatever did it.

That might be a slow leak.
You never know about that.

Could we have this area
cleared here, please?

Please, l-I wanna go home.

[Horn Honks]

I guess you can see now, ma'am,
why we need your help.

It's apparent
that it was just by accident
that they traded cars last night.

So, a m*rder*r,
if he had his plan set
to set a fire,

would have no way
of knowing that.

A m*rder*r?
Yes, ma'am.

So what we have to do now
is look for somebody
who wanted to killJerry Parks.

You understand, Miss Chandler,
the only reason
your poor secretary is dead...

is because somebody
made a terrible mistake last night.

[Engine Starts]

Mistake?

Of course it occurred
to me, Lieutenant.

You see, Miss Chandler just couldn't
think of anybody who might have
wanted to hurtJean Davis.

But maybe a thousand
who hate my guts, right?

Oh, no, sir. No.
Never said anything like that.

Look. Nobody's even proved
there was arson here yet,
so until they do...

Sir, they sort of have.

You see that empty gas can
he's got? Well, you've been away
for a while, haven't you?

Mm-hmm.
Well, he just found that
on the side of the hill there.

You told these people
that you never store
extra gasoline here, didn't you?

That's right.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.

And they found another one
back here in those bushes
by the swimming pool.

And scorch marks from there,
from that bush, right back here
to the garage.

Boy, this is a terrific view
you have here, sir.

Meaning what exactly?
Well, that could mean
that, uh,

somebody used gasoline
to start the fire.

You see, our laboratory says
that that car's gas t*nk...

just couldn't have
blown up first.

The worst burning was outside,
from underneath.

All right.
Maybe it was a crank.

I don't know who it was.
That's your department, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir, it is.
You're right about that.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Oh, Mr. Parks.
Yes.

Uh, may I use your telephone?

Certainly.

There you are, Lieutenant.
Thank you very much.

Boy, they're really impressive.
You must know a lot of celebrities.

Did she sign that personally?

Yes, she did, Lieutenant.

[Scoffs]
May I ask you something,
as one professional to another?

Well, I wouldn't dream
of trying to stop you.

Writers fascinate me.
I don't know how you do it.

Where do they get their ideas.
That fascinates me.

Where do you get
your ideas?

But I'm not that kind of writer.

I'm really a reporter.

Ah. I see what you mean.
Hmm.

Well, I guess a writer like you
has to collect everything,
doesn't he?

What's that supposed to mean?

I never read any of your books.
No offense, sir.

But my brother-in-law,
he's got one or two
around the house, and, boy,

how do you manage
to collect all those things
about all those famous people?

Gossip, that's all.
I keep my ears open.

Well, listen.
I suppose you do it
the same way we do it.

You listen to an informant.
Maybe you pay off a servant
here and there.

Get next to an employee.
Like somebody's secretary?

Is that what
you're trying to suggest?
No, sir.

Well, get this straight, Columbo.
I don't know what Nora told you,

but I was seeing Jean Davis
because I was very fond of her.

Certainly, sir. I'm sorry.
I certainly didn't mean
to imply that at all.

No, no, not at all.
No, I guess I was just wondering...

if you had a file here on Nora Chandler
and, of course, I never asked to see it.

I would never do that
without a subpoena.

Be my guest, Columbo.

Dig in there.

Learn the truth
about Hollywood's
most idyllic marriage,

about Nora's secret fights
with her husband,

about Al Cumberland's
famous casting couch.

Oh, a casting couch.
Yes, I've heard of that term.

Read how he left her in tears
at the studio on that lovely
summer weekend...

and went fishing in Malibu,

where he went floating off
into his drunken sunset forever.

That's not new.
You can see that
in any old police file.

Of course.
And in every newspaper.

Why, that was 12 years ago.
Practically ancient history by now.

I don't think I've written
a word about Nora since.
Why would I?

Who cares about an aging actress,
sliding downhill?

Listen. She's still
pretty important on TV.

And on The Late, Late Show,
I don't miss a picture she's in.

However, that's another story.
Let me say this.

You'll never know how relieved I am
to find out that there is no scandal
connected with Nora Chandler.

I mean, the shock that I felt
when I saw her name on this file.

Believe me, listen.
I remember this woman
when she was 17.

Don't ask me
the name of the picture.

Played a teenager,
17 years old,

gets married the same night
she graduates from high school...

to an older man
and the guy didn't love her.

Relax, Lieutenant.

Take my word
that Nora Chandler and I
are very, very good friends.

Good.
I'm pleased to hear that.

Now we can get down
to business.

We'll go looking into some of
these other people that you've
been collecting information on.

[Phone Rings]
Excuse me.

Hello. Who?

Oh, I'm very sorry.
I'm afraid you've got
the wrong number.

Would you mind,
uh, dialing again?

It's quite all right.
No trouble at all.

You see, Lieutenant,
famous people don't mind
being gossiped about.

They thrive on my little publicity.

Well, one sure didn't.
I mean, if someone
tried to k*ll you last night.

Do you think
he'll try to k*ll me again?
Nonsense.

Whoever he is,
must be scared to death right now.
Don't you think?

You know, I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I have things to do.

Oh, forgive me.
I understand. Sorry.

Why do you keep saying "he"?
Hmm?

About the person
who made that mistake last night.

Well, it's perfectly natural, isn't it?
You say "m*rder*r," I say "he."

Male chauvinist at heart.

I guess you're right.
You know, it's sort of like if, uh...

That was a woman
who just called you on the phone,
wasn't it?

Because I notice when a man calls
and he gets the wrong number,

I just say, "Sorry. Wrong number,"
something like that.

Only when it's a woman,
well, I guess it's just natural
to be more polite.

You see what I mean?
I'll try.

You know, I'm terribly sorry,
but I have writing to do.

Oh, Lieutenant.
I thought you wanted
to use the phone?

Yeah, but I was just gonna
call my wife, and she's
probably still talking.

Hello? Nora.

Hi, doll.

I was wondering if you wouldn't
try to get in touch with me.

Oh, just, uh, leave it right there.
I won't be a moment.

Well, you certainly
got here on time.

Good ol' Nora.
Never a wasted motion.
Come on in. I'll buy you a drink.

No, no, somebody will recognize me.
Look. What, uh, what about over there?
Come on.

Nora, dear, I can't tell you
how badly I feel.

Spare me your grief-strickened act.
It's not one of my favorites.

Now, what have you told
the police?

What is there to tell?

That you tried to k*ll me?

That would be like disposing
of the goose who owes me
a golden egg. Don't you think?

I had nothing to do with it.
Not that I wouldn't be delighted.

Of course not.
Well, I can hardly
believe it myself.

Oh, you might have wanted
to maim me a little.

Never mind about that.

The point is what will Mr. Simmons
and the other studio people believe?

To say nothing
of that persistent police lieutenant.

You mean, if, uh...

if I don't pay you
what you want to keep quiet?

Oh, pay me about 10 times
what I would have asked for before.

I'm sure you understand, Nora.

If they ever suspected
your lovely motive
for wanting me out of the way...

Well, I certainly know
you need the money.

The way you cried toJean
in that letter the other day,

about how your former wives
attach every penny you earn.

Where did you get this?
From a copying machine.

I made copies
of every letter you wrote
from New York.

Jean never knew, of course.

Oh, that proposal.
That was a classic.

"Darling, as I lie here awake, l"...

Careful, Nora.

The head of the studio mail room
is one of my dearest
and oldest friends.

You're not going to get a cent.

Suppose the police...

knew about your motives
for committing m*rder last night.

- My what?
- Oh, you could have arranged it
very easily. Now, couldn't you?

Yes, and, uh, and have made it
look likeJean's death was a mistake.

- Are you insane?
- What happened?

Did she finally realize
why you were interested in her?

Oh, I knew she was making
withdrawals from savings.

And I gather from her letters,
you were, quote,
borrowing from her heavily.

She catch on?

Nora, stop this!
You know it just isn't true.
I was not afterJean's money.

I don't know
whether it's true or not.

But the point is,
what will the police think?

You've used
so many women before.

Miss Chandler, I sure didn't expect
to find you here. I mean, not with, uh...

I was just on my way
to an appointment
and ran into Mr. Parks here.

Oh. Well, it was really you
I came to see.

Only then I noticed
your car was parked there in the...

Oh, yes.
Columbo,
did you follow me?

Oh, no, sir. No, no.
Uh, not at all sir, no.

You see, what happened was,
the arson investigator said
you kind of left in a hurry,

and I thought you were
going to be busy writing.
I decided it could wait.

You know, Columbo,
I don't enjoy being watched.

And I certainly don't need
police protection.

Don't be so certain
about that, sir.

That's what I came to tell you.

We just located
another neighbor of yours,

and he remembers
almost being hit by a car...

tearing down that road
in back of your place last night.

And it was just after the fire.

Uh, what kind of car was it?

Oh, nothing fancy.
Not like you movie people drive.

No, it's just a small, dark,
American compact car.

I'm afraid
he didn't notice the driver.

So, you see, I thought that maybe by now
you'd have come up with somebody
that you think wants to harm you.

Because, sir, that's what this thing
looks like, more and more.

No. No, I can't think of
a single person yet, Lieutenant.

Oh. Gee, that's too bad.

Because I thought maybe that's
why you two were getting together.

Oh, no, no.
We were just talking aboutJean.

Oh. Yeah, I noticed
you looked very upset.

Um... but I thought,
Miss Chandler,

that you didn't
approve of Mr. Parks.

And, sir, quite frankly,
some of the things
that you said about...

Oh!
would indicate to me that...

You just don't understand
show business, Lieutenant.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

l... I have an appointment with
some very important financial people.

You see, Hollywood is fighting
for survival, Lieutenant.

[Jerry]
You know, Lieutenant,
she's so right.

Her dear, departed husband
would be spinning in his grave,

if he had one.

Ma'am.

[Columbo]
Ma'am.

Oh, l-I'm sorry.
We just can't help you now.

Neither one of us
can help you now.

There! You see that?

[Engine Starts]
Millions of people still love her.

I really don't know what
you're talking about, Sergeant.

Don't misunderstand me.
I haven't officially
accused you of anything.

But it seems to me you could have
put your husband's body in the car,

driven it off
and ditched it somewhere.

l-I really don't understand you,
Sergeant, or your insinuations...

Or whoever wrote this,
I can't remember the next line.

Cut it.
Honey, what's the matter?
Well, it's so ridiculous!

She just sits there while this policeman
all but puts the handcuffs on her.

Nora. Nora, look.
I've got to go with the script here.
It's television.

I know it's only been two days since...
[Nora]
No, no, no, no. It's all right.

[Banging]
[Man]
Quiet back there, please.

[Nora]
Let's, uh, let's do it again, please.

[Man]
You're uptight. Now, just easy.
[Nora] Yeah, I'll cool it.

- Jerry? All right.
- [Buzzer Buzzes]

Let's get ready.
Go ahead.

Roll it, please.
And... action.

[Nora]
I really don't know what
you're talking about, Sergeant.

Don't misunderstand me.
But I haven't officially
accused you of anything.

But it would seem to me that you
could have put your husband's body...
[Clanging]

[Man] Quiet, there.!
[Man #2] Cut it.
Wait, wait. Cut it.

I'm sorry, Sid.
I'm sorry.
You dropped the cue.

Look, y-you mind if
I just walk around a minute?
No, go.

Jerry, k*ll 'em all.
[Sighs]

- Cut!
- [Clanging]

I'm sorry.
I hope I didn't spoil anything?

Well, hello.
No. No, no.

l... I like to take a break
now and again,

and I was just going over
this section of the scene.

Please. Don't let me interrupt.
Oh, no. No.

Not at all.
What are... What are you
doing here, Lieutenant?

Oh, I'm just, uh, talking to all
sorts of people here on the lot,
finding out what I can.

This is fascinating. You know,
as long as I've been in Los Angeles,

this is the first time
I've ever been on a movie studio.
Oh.

Oh, it's true,
Fourteen years, never been here before.

I thought you were supposed to be
looking forJean Davis's k*ller?

Uh, yes, ma'am, only it's not easy.

You see, I found out that almost nobody
liked this guyJerry Parks.

Some people really hate him.
Only he still won't help us
with any suspects.

I don't understand why.
Do you?

Of course not.
Why would I?
Uh...

Unless, of course, maybe
he's a blackmailer. You don't think
that's a possibility, do you?

A what?
Oh, really, Lieutenant.

I realize I'm just guessing.
Only it's funny.

They're a lot of people that
just won't talk about him.

I thought that was maybe because
he had something on them.

I'm not sure.
What do you think?

I think you're wasting your time,
Lieutenant.

Well, you know,
it always takes a long time
to figure out what really happened,

but this case...
this case is particularly difficult.

I wonder if you'd excuse me?
l-I really am holding up...

Remember the tire?
Miss Davis's tire?

We found out the car
had been serviced that day.
They couldn't even find a nail.

We're still trying to figure that out.

They even took the tire,
they put it in a tub of water and, uh...
Miss Chandler?

Well, it sounds
very important, darling.
Don't get wet.

Mm. Oh, one other thing
that I did find out.

The American compact?
You know, that the neighbor,
he saw tearing away right after the fire?

Oh. Yeah?

Well, I noticed 20 cars just like that
parked right here on the lot.

l... I don't understand.

What I discovered
was studio regulations.

You see,
if you park a car near a soundstage,
you have to leave the keys inside.

And these crew members,
they work late.

So almost anybody who noticed
that Mr. Parks was back from New York,

they could have
taken one of those cars
and gone right out to his house.

[Man]
We're ready, Miss Chandler.
[Mumbles]

Makeup!

My, my.
Aren't we perspiring?

Terrific person, isn't she?
She sure is.

Huh?
Sure is.

Tell me about these movie stars.
What do they do, they drink a lot?

Oh, not her. No.

What's in the thermos?
This? I just keep this
in case she needs it.

She only takes a drink
when she's under the pressure.
You know what I mean.

Oh.

I know you're busy, but if you could
give me 10 minutes, I'd appreciate it.
Of course.

Bob.

Listen.
[Whispering]

It's all right. I'd rather have you
taking up my time than holding up
their schedule in there.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize...
What is it you want to know?

Um, well, you know, I keep hearing these
stories about, uh, Miss Chandler having
some sort of trouble with the studio.

[Chuckles]
When hasn't she?

Ever since she inherited
a big piece of it from her husband.

But Nora made the mistake of sinking
most of her money into her own films,

one b*mb after another,
I'm sorry to say.

But, you know, I've kind of enjoyed it.
What you're talking about... there.
Right there.

That's the current problem.
Nora's half acre.

Huh? Her cottage?

Al Cumberland gave it to her
before they were even married.

But about 12 years ago, when Cumberland's
fishing boat was found smashed up
in the surf out there at Malibu,

the movie business
was already on the rocks.

By the time
the court declared him dead,
this studio was near bankruptcy.

I don't understand.
What does this have to do with...

Cumberland gave her title
to that property, Lieutenant.

She won't sell,
no matter how much we offer.

By now, it's about all she's got left,
but she still won't sell.

Gee, you know, in a way,
I don't blame her.

I mean, it must have
real sentimental value to her.

Right in the middle of the most
valuable piece of real estate
in Southern California.

How do you think we're gonna put
this place back on its feet anyway?
By subdividing.

But there she sits, holding up every
sensible development plan we've got.

We even tried to buy off the back part...
which she rarely even uses...

wouldn't even sell that.

Well, maybe sometime,
she'll change her mind.
Yeah, when hell freezes over...

or some genius upstairs finds a way
so we can legally blast her out of here.

Actors, Lieutenant.
Take my advice... avoid actors.
They'll k*ll you.

Well, thanks, Mr. Fallon.
I'll be sure to tell your boss
I appreciate your hospitality.

- I am the boss.
- Oh, gee.

You know, it never occurred to me.
I mean, anybody so young...
It's all right.

I would never typecast you
as a detective, either.

Well, I certainly am impressed, sir,
the way you handle your inventory.

You handle it the same way
we handle a piece of evidence.

Well, we have to, Lieutenant.

If the script calls for a shrunken head
or a Ming llama, we have to know
right where we can lay our hands on it.

Fascinating. I only wish we could
locate things as quick and as easy
as you people do.

Glad to help you.
Thank you very much.

Lieutenant Colombo.
I've been looking all over for you.

See that? Tracked me down
just like that. Thank you again.
What's on your mind, sir?

Uh, Miss Chandler wants to see you
in Edith Head's, uh, office.

It's just down here
around the corner, sir.

Here we are.

Right through that door there.
She ought to be there by now.

Oh, Lieutenant.
She said it was urgent.

Hey, Lieutenant,
stop ogling those girls
and come in here.

Well, listen, uh...
Take a look at this.

Have you ever seen such beading
in your life? Feel it.

Look how heavy it is.
Can you imagine
walking around in that?

Look. A little overdressed
for this time of the day, huh?
What do you think?

Uh...
You couldn't care less.
[Laughing]

Edith is designing
a whole new wardrobe for me.

Oh, Edith,
this is Lieutenant Columbo.

How do you do?
Edith Head.

How do you do?
Which of these do you think
would be better for the new scene?

This one?
No, I like this one.

I'm wedded to it,
but I don't like the red.
This would be a lot better.

In other words, using this fabric
on this here.
I think it'll work just as well.

Are you still wearing that tie?

Do you know ever since I met you
you've been wearing this stupid thing?

Edith, haven't you got
a decent tie around here?
Of course I have.

Oh, let's get this off.
All right.

[Door Closes]
Is she the one I see
on the Academy Awards?

Yeah.
What's her name?

Edith Head.
Edith Head.

Those are her Oscars?
Yeah. Aren't they fantastic?

She won these?
Yeah.

Lieutenant, I've been lying to you.

About what?
AboutJerry Parks and me.

Remember when you found us together
yesterday and I said we were just
talking aboutJean?

Yes?

Well, Jerry Parks has some awful...
awful stuff on me.

He has research records in his files,
and I didn't want him to tell anyone...
[Door Opens]

How about this one, dear?
Oh, that's perfect.

Oh, yeah, too much.

Here.
Oh, Edie.
Thank you.

Would you, uh, would you
bring in that ombre chiffon?
I'd love to look at it.

The one from the dress?
Yeah. Thank you, darling.

[Door Opens, Closes]
See, that was wrong of me,
wasn't it?

I mean, forJean's sake.

F-ForJean's sake
you ought to know everything...

and stop wasting your time around here
and start looking in the right places...

for whoever it was
that was responsible for her death.

Well, what sort of things
does Mr. Parks have on you?

Oh, I want to show you.
All of it.

The whole truth,
right out in the open. Listen.

Listen. Can you get a court order
and make that man show you his files?

Well, I guess I can.
[Door Opens]

Oh, isn't it beautiful?
Here it is.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes, that's it.
Isn't that lovely?

It's gorgeous.
Don't you love it?
Yes.

I think it's perfect, dear.
No question.
We'll use it.

Thank you so much. Yeah.
Right.

Divine.

[Sighs]
Well, Lieutenant, I guess you
better do what you have to do.

Yeah. I was just thinking, uh...

I've got an anniversary coming up
next week.

I wonder if I could have that back
and save this for a special occasion.
Sure. Here.

Why don't you get your wife
to take you on a shopping tour
for your anniversary, huh?

Take a look at some suits and shirts,

slacks, socks, shoes...

Are you sure you want to do this?
Yeah, I'm sure.

Hey, look at some raincoats
while you're at it.

Casting couches, gossip,
a rehash of the old
Al Cumberland story.

Who gives a damn
about any of that?

All right, Jerry,
where is it?

Where is what?
The new entries.

The Italian movie.
Nora, what are you trying to pull...

- Where is it? Show him.
- Are you out of your mind?

Do you realize...
Make him show them.

- I don't believe you.
- Make him show them.

Well, l-I guess you better show us.

[Sighs]
Well, I certainly never intended
to let anybody see this.

I don't care what happens to me.

Finding Jean's k*ller is all that
interests any of us at this point.

All right.

Here you are.

Lieutenant.

Those are ledger sheets.

Yes, ma'am.

Can you read a budget?
No, ma'am.

Well, I'll cut to the bottom line.

The production manager
was an old, old friend.

And in order to save my own skin,
we made the studio lose
two million dollars.

You mean, you deliberately falsified...
Absolutely.
The word is swindled, Lieutenant.

Are you sure
you want to reveal this?
Yes.

It's just what Mr. Fallon
is looking...
I know. I know.

Mr. Simmons...
[Coughs]

Miss Chandler
has voluntarily disclosed...

What are you doing?
Just a moment.

That is evidence.
No, that is not evidence.

My company owns Mr. Fallon's
company, Lieutenant.

And I already know
all about this.

[Columbo]
Wait. Just give me a minute.

You already knew about this?

And you don't care about this money?

I don't understand.
Well, of course,
I care about two million dollars.

But, uh, well, Nora and I
have talked the whole thing over
and we've reached an understanding.

Ooh. Well, that must be
a big relief to you, ma'am.

But when did this...
Uh, 10 days.

- Ten days ago.
She told me the whole thing.
- Ten days ago?

Yes. And if you have any further
blackmail you'd like to...

Just a minute, Mr. Simmons.
I'd like to remind you that
blackmail is still illegal.

[Jerry]
You have to be able to prove that
before you can say it again.

[Frank] Well, I suggest that
if you've got anything to say at all,
you get it out now.

There might be something else.
Such as?

And then again,
there might not.
[Columbo] Sir?

If you have anything
pertinent to this case,
I advise you to get it out now.

There's nothing else,
is there, Nora?

[Chuckles]
He's bluffing.

Sure of that, Nora?

You're damn right I am.

You heard the lieutenant.
Let's see what else you've got.

Just my suspicions.

You can't get a search warrant
for what's in here.

You couldn't get bus fare
for what's in there.

[Nora]
This is his humor, Lieutenant.

There's nothing else.

All in all, Jerry,
you are a bore.

Let's go, darling.

I find you somewhere
beneath contempt, Mr. Parks.

And, Lieutenant, as for you, you have
an obtuse manner which some people
find ingratiating.

I do not.
Do you follow me?
Yes, sir.

I hope we can assume that it's clear
that Nora had no reason to k*ll this...

this journalist?
Yes, sir.

She has nothing to hide.
You saw that for yourself?
Yes, sir.

I am gonna hold you responsible...

for any further harassment
of Miss Chandler.
Yes, sir.

Hmm.

[Sighs]
Well, you think it's good enough
for the working press?

Too good for them.
[Doorbell Chimes]

Oh, Tom, would you get that?
I still have to finish my makeup.

And, uh, darling, look,
would you take this up with you?
Certainly, Nora.

Thank you so much.

Yes?
Lieutenant Columbo
to see Miss Chandler.

Is, uh, she expecting you?

I don't think so,
but this is official business.

Oh. Uh, well, she isn't,
uh, quite dressed yet...

and, uh, she is going to
a press reception.

Oh, I won't bother her. I'll just
wait right here in the living room.
Thank you very much.

[Scoffs]

- Miss Chandler.
- Yes?

Lieutenant Columbo.
Oh. What is it?

On, nothing important.
I'm just here to bring you
up-to-date on the case.

Oh, that's very considerate of you.

Um, I'll be out in a moment.
Just make yourself at home.

You mind if I use your telephone?
It's a local call.

No, not at all.
Go right ahead. Help yourself.

Hi. It's me. Is she there?

Why does she have to go shopping
every day? Do you have any idea
where I am right now?

Don't get smart, George.
I'm in Nora Chandler's bungalow.

You're what? No kidding?
What's the title?

I never heard of that one.
What channel?

Thank you, George.

[Switch Clicks]

** [Suspenseful]

[Nora's Voice]
Hello, darling, it's me.

Yes. Yes, I delivered the package.

No. No, no one saw me.

No, don't worry, darling.
No, no.

You see, I took Charles's coat and hat.

So even if anyone did see me,
the street was so dark,
they would have thought it was Charles.

Phillip. Phillip, I'm frightened.

Are you sure we did the right thing?

Darling?
Darling, when can I see you?

I can't go on like this.

You're... You're leaving tonight?

But we were going to go together.
Phillip, you promised.

Phillip, don't hang up.
Darling.

Phillip, I love you.
You know I love you.

What more can I do to prove it to you?
If Charles ever found out
I took that money...

Lieutenant Columbo.

Right here, Miss Chandler.

[Nora On TV] I'd do anything for you.
I hope you don't mind
my watching your TV? You're on.

Oh, no.
I never saw this picture before.
George told me.

[Chuckles]
Oh. Isn't that awful?

I didn't like it when I made it
and I don't like it any better now.

Really?
I found it very interesting.

Uh, I hope you'll excuse me.
I have a press reception and then
we're sh**ting process tonight.

Well, if you don't mind,
I'll just tag along
and I can fill you in as we go.

Is that all right?
Yes.

Listen. That guy Phillip
in the picture, what does he do,
he frame you in the end?

Uh-huh. You have seen it.
No, no, no.
I just had a hunch.

From that conversation I just heard,
I knew he was no good.

[Laughs]
I know he's up to something.

I just knew it had to be
something like that.

Thank you. Have you been able
to persuade Mr. Parks to suggest
someone who might have...

Oh, yes, ma'am.
Those files of his.

There's a hundred people in there
that might have wanted to k*ll him,
only, uh...

it's really this flat tire that
I wanted to tell you about.
Uh, this what?

Uh, Miss Davis's, remember?

'Cause see, the trouble is,
that tire just won't go flat.
I mean, not for us.

We thought it might be a rim leak,
but in all this time, there hasn't been
a single bubble.

Oh, that sounds very interesting.

Yes, ma'am, only it does mean
I've been sort of wrong.

About Miss Davis's death
being a mistake, I mean.

About what?

Well, what I mean is,
if there's nothing wrong with that tire...

and it'd just been checked that day
when she had the car serviced,

well, that means that somebody
must have let the air out of it.

Do you see what I mean?
No.

Right there in back of the bookstore.

Somebody who was watching them,
somebody who wanted them to trade cars...

so that it would just look like
Miss Davis's death was a mistake.

Anyway, I'll tell you
what it boils down to.

I gotta start all over again.
I was wrong.
Oh, you know, you're priceless.

Some hoodlum lets air
out of a tire and you think...
But the valve stem was nice and tight.

And when kids let the air out of the tire,
they just loosen it and they run away.

Anyway, there are other things.

Like that car that was tearing away
from the house just after the fire.

Well, what about it?

Well, if the person in that car
actually lit the fire...

I mean, if it wasn't started by
some kind of device or something...

well, you don't really believe
someone that close couldn't see
who was in Mr. Parks's car,

couldn't see that it was Miss Davis
that was gonna be k*lled?

I haven't the slightest idea.

No, ma'am, that's it.
I was wrong before, dead wrong.

Even my bosses agree.
It was Miss Davis that
the m*rder*r wanted to k*ll.

Clever idea, huh?

Mr. Parks, he's got all those enemies.
We might never have guessed.

Lieutenant, do you mind?
I really have to go.

Well, ma'am, you're the only one
that can help me now.

I mean, you're the only one
that really knew aboutJean Davis.

And what's worse, I'm afraid,

who else besides Mr. Parks
could have possibly known
where she was gonna be that night...

and you?

Well, I still think
Jean's death was a mistake.
It just had to be a mistake.

[Siren Blaring]

[Siren Fades]

[Man]
All right, cut it. Cut it.
[Nora] Okay?

That's good, dear.
That's a print. Okay, Doug?
Good here?

[Nora]
Thanks.

[Sighs]
Um, honey, I'm gonna have to break for
dinner to avoid a meal penalty, you know?

Yeah?
So, we'll come back and do a few sh*ts
of you going the other way, okay?

Sounds thrilling.
Relax.

Nora?

How do you like your stockholders...
before or after dinner?

Oh. Surely, you're not
gonna feed them here?

No, no. They just came here to gawk.
I promised them dinner later.

Uh, I think I'll meet them later.

I really have to go to my dressing room.
I've been on location all day,

and I have a wardrobe change
for the next scene.

Oh, all right.
I'll hold them at bay.

See you later.
Mm.

Hi.

Fellas, I think that, um...
She's got a lot to do.
We can get together...

Okay, Charlie,
see you tomorrow night.

[Tires Squealing]

[Chattering]

Officer.

Lieutenant.
Officer, I understand somebody
tried to run down a Mr. Parks.

That's right.
Missed him completely.
He wasn't hurt at all?

No. Just a few scratches.
Took him to the hospital,
a few X-rays just to play it safe.

Anybody see who did it?
Not a soul around here.

Hmm.

Anything else I can...
Shh.

Well, like I said.
We'll get to you...
Are you a Shrine...

Excuse me.
Are you a Shriner?
No.

Is your partner a Shriner?
I don't know.
Why don't you ask him?

Excuse me,
are you a Shriner?
No.

Is anybody here a Shriner?
I'm Lieutenant Columbo,
police department.

I could use some help.
Is anybody here a Shriner
or does anybody here know a Shriner?

Lieutenant.
Are you a Shriner?

No, but, uh, Frank the bartender
on the corner is a Shriner.
Sir...

Thank you.

Does he have a Shriner's ring?
[Man] I don't know.
Why don't you ask him?

Thank you.

Hey, just a minute, mister.
You can't go in there. They're sh**ting.
Police emergency.

[Man] Hey, wait a minute.!
Where do you think...
Emergency.

[Man]
Hey, what the hell's going on? Cut it!
[Man #2] Mister, are you crazy?

Sorry.
Yeah, but you can't...

Hey, what are you doing here?
Police. Miss Nora Chandler?

She's right there.
We're sh**ting.
Sorry. Police emergency.

Forgive me for barging in.
Mr. Parks... somebody tried to
k*ll him again.

What?
This car tried to run him over.

But who? Did he see who it was?
I don't know.
He hasn't been able to say anything yet.

What?
Severe concussion. Still unconscious.
It looks very bad.

Oh.
Very bad.

I'm so sorry about all this.

That means Jean's death was a mistake,
just as you thought in the first place.

Miss Chandler, at this point,
I don't know what to think,

but I was hoping
you'd be able to help me.
But how?

Uh, may we have some privacy?

Uh, yeah.
Do you mind?

No, it's all right.
Uh, save it, fellas.

Mr. Parks was onto something new.

He didn't say what.
Didn't want to speak on the telephone.

He had some new evidence.
I was on my way to see him
when he got hit by this car.

You remember the other day
he said he was suspicious?

We thought
he was just saving face?
Yeah.

He was onto something.

But how can I help you?

I want to show you something.

[Paper Crinkling]

The ambulance driver found this
in Mr. Parks's personal effects...

in this envelope
with the initials marked "N.C."

N.C. Those are my initials,
but it's certainly not mine.

Too bad. I was hoping you'd
be able to tell me what it means.

I have to tell you, Miss Chandler,
at this point, I'm up in the air
on this whole business.

Nora, is everything all right?
Uh, yes, sir.
I was just about to leave.

Um...
All right.

Uh, forgive. Uh, ma'am,
as soon as he's able to, uh...

I'll tell you what he says.
All right.

Sorry.

Uh, darling. Darling,
would you mind very much if, uh,

you went on with the others?

I'll try and join you later.
I've got this... sick headache.

But, Nora...
Uh, please, darling. Please.

Sidney?
Look. I'm-I'm not feeling well.
Yes, dear.

Could we come back
to this tomorrow?

Sure. Sure, go ahead.

Jer?
Let's, uh, call the cop car in.
Yeah?

We'll change the angle
and sh**t them following her.

Okay, new setup, fellas, okay?
[Indistinct]

[Gasps]

What is it, Lieutenant?

I guess it's a lot of things,
Miss Chandler.

Would you care to explain that
and what you're doing here?

You know, a part of me
really didn't want them to add up.

You know, Lieutenant,
I really don't feel very well.

I wonder if you mind leaving
and perhaps we can chat some other time.

I know you k*lled Jean Davis.

I find you amusing up to a point,
Lieutenant, but you've passed that.

There's just so many pieces
that didn't add up...

tire that wouldn't go flat,
why you refused to sell the cottage...
that bothered me.

Would you kindly get out?
I'm just not in the mood for any more
of your rambling speculations.

I'm here to arrest you
for the m*rder ofJean Davis.

Oh, you're not serious.

You let the air out of her tire,
you stayed to see her get into Parks's car
and then you k*lled her.

I'm afraid I am serious.

But why?
Why would I do that?
I loved Jean.

The "why" was
very difficult to figure out.

"Meeting... Parks's study,
Tuesday, June 6."

Do you remember after you admitted
juggling the books on the Italian movie...

and then Mr. Parks intimated
he still had something on you?

"Note... Parks probably bluffing.
Nevertheless, Chandler unnerved,
quickly takes drink."

Oh, that means nothing.
Well, it could mean you had
something else to hide.

The prop man told me
you only drink under pressure.

Had a theory here...

"Nora Chandler has secret,
Jean Davis knows secret."
There's a motive.

I have it written right here.

"Possible motive... preventJean Davis
from revealing secret toJerry Parks."

Oh, you must be desperate,
Lieutenant.

You have no proof of anything.
"What is the secret?
See, key? What is secret?"

That's what bothered me.
"Fountain."

"Why fountain doesn't run?"
That bothered me.

Yeah, that's what started to bother me.
Right. That's what fountains are for.

Why didn't the water run?
Most people like the sound
of running water. I do.

- Well, I don't.
- Well, that's what I assumed at first.

And then I spoke to the head
of the property department.

You know, they keep incredible records.
You know, there's a number
at the base of that fountain?

I saw it that day
that I picked the flower.

Anyway, the prop man told me
that you ordered the fountain
for sentimental reasons.

Yes, but I told you it was from
a picture I'd just finished.

[Papers Rustling]

September 16, 1960.

That was the day
you ordered the fountain.

Well, I don't remember
the exact day.
September 15.

The day before. That was the day
your husband disappeared.

Now it starts to make some sense.

I have a possible explanation
for why the fountain doesn't run.

In order to lay water pipe,
somebody would have to dig up
the lawn, wouldn't they?

Drink, Lieutenant?

Thank you.

Jerry Parks wasn't hurt, was he?
No, ma'am.

Where'd you get that ring?
Borrowed it.

I was just playing hunches.
I had nothing to go on.

I was just guessing.
I had nothing concrete.
I just wanted to see what you'd do.

When you came in here,
you didn't even turn on the lights.

Just ran right straight through
to the fountain.

You know, coincidence.
If I hadn't called George,
if he hadn't been looking at TV,

if it was some other movie,
if you hadn't been dressed like a man,
'cause that's when it occurred to me.

Twelve years ago,
somebody standing on a beach at night...

saw your husband get in a boat
and go out to the ocean.

I remember the photographs.
You and your husband...
the same height.

It could have been you.
[Chuckles]

It was.

You see, uh, l-l...

I married Al because
I thought I could,

oh, improve myself,
you know, my career.

And... And then l-I began to,
uh, care about the marriage.

So when he went playing around,
you know, all the starlets, all that bit,
well, it hurt.

So... I put up with it, you know.
I put up with it until, uh,

one night he brought one of them
right in here.

And we had a hell of a fight.

We argued, fought,

and l...

I struck him with a bottle.

And he...

l-l-I panicked.

And...

I buried him out there.

Jean knew.

Well... [Sighs]

I'll get a coat and we'll go.