Murder, She Wrote (1984–1996): Season 12, Episode 7 - Nan's Ghost: Part 2 - full transcript

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Previously on Murder, She Wrote.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Nan!

No!

(WOMAN CRYING)

EILEEN: She scared away
all my regular paying guests.

I thought you were
selling the place.

That's my intention.

But Ian is doing his
best to talk me out of it.

I thought I'd made it clear.

My mother's not gonna
sign your contract.



There'll be plenty of jobs for you
and your people once the hotel opens.

Well, you're gonna spoil everything
'cause Vincent's getting very suspicious.

You wouldn't want the
party I'm keeping an eye on

to find out what you're up to.

Something to do with
money-laundering.

As far as anybody's
concerned, I'm here on holiday.

Since when do you carry a
service revolver on holiday?

No wonder you fell for me.

Like a ton of bricks.

Raising a family, even with someone
of your outstanding qualifications,

is certainly not at
the top of my list.

Well, you can take your
frowns and your ill-humor

and you know what you
can bloody well do with them.

I can't be too long
away from the station.



Have you found your
man yet, Superintendent?

Would you do something?

I'll get in touch
with an attorney.

Yeah. And find that guy
in Dublin who set me up.

If you're back on that
Cromwellian treasure,

it's been talked about for three
centuries, and nobody's found it yet.

Nan told me about it
before she disappeared.

She said it came from
the Cromwell treasure.

I assure you it's a fake,
not a very good one.

Zuleika did three years for
her part in a confidence scam.

In which she frequently
played the role of a ghost.

Well, she took a cab to
Cork an hour and a half ago.

Zuleika, or whoever you are,
this has gone beyond a joke.

Isn't that just like Jessica?

When Jack Conroy
found Nan's body,

the rats had eaten
the flesh off her bones.

(OWL HOOTING)

(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)

In sports, the world of Professional
Bathers and Swimmers' Association

reports a new
interest this summer

for teenage boys and
girls between 13 and 18...

Yes, would you do that?
Check again. I'll wait.

Her bags are still in her room.

I can't imagine her
leaving without her carry-all.

I know she likes the
Shelbourne, she wasn't there.

I tried Blooms. I
tried Davenport...

Hello? Thank you.

That's the Berkeley
Court, she's not there.

Well, look, the last time I
saw, Jess was right here.

We talked about you going to
the cinema with us last night.

At what time was that?

Uh... Moira?

Must've been about
3:00 in the afternoon.

Now, if she has
business in Dublin,

it'll be with
Hartley Publishing.

Try them. I'll be at
the Garda station.

I'll try and get
some help there.

Ah, Inspector Lanahan.

Mrs. Nader.

You remember
Vincent's solicitor.

Paul Lafferty, Inspector.

Hello, Mr. Lafferty.
Excuse me, will you?

If you're going to
the station house,

could you ask
Superintendent Joyce

when he plans to release
my husband's body?

I'll be here at the castle
for as long as it takes

to get the hotel
project reactivated.

Oh.

Does this mean that Mr. Nader's
death doesn't put a stop to all that?

On the contrary.

Mrs. Nader is still free to pursue
their joint business interests, Inspector.

Good day. Good day.

EILEEN: When Jack Conroy...
JOYCE: A dungeon's a dungeon...

found Nan's body,
the rats had eaten...

JOYCE: A place to be
put into and not get out of.

The flesh off her bones.

RORY: My dah's voice
came over the ether, he said...

EILEEN: Her ghost
haunts the garden here.

"Use your flipping brains."

EILEEN: Clawing
and scratching...

Stay away from my breakfast.

(GROANS)

Oh.

Oh, use your flipping
brains, woman.

Just one taxi from
the village took a fare

into Cork airport yesterday,
and that was Miss Brown.

Why would Miss Brown have lied?

Maybe she was just mistaken.

You know, Inspector,
Mrs. Fletcher could've taken

a number three
bus into the village,

transferred to Cork in good time
to catch an evening flight to Dublin.

Could we check
on all the flights,

see if she was on one of them?

What about the
local phone records?

It's all in the
works, Inspector.

I'm sorry. It's just that Mrs. Fletcher
is one of me oldest and dearest.

Could you tell me anything
about this Zuleika Brown?

Ha. I... She's been here, what,

off and on for over a
year. I hardly knew her.

From Cork, off to where?

I don't know.

Nobody knows.

Oh, there's one
good bit of news.

My lads located the
weapon that killed Mr. Nader.

Oh, yeah. That's good news.

We found it in some bushes close
to the area in which he was killed.

It's with the
forensic lab in Cork.

Good. Look, I know your
mind's on other things,

but could you try and find the
time to help me with Mrs. Fletcher?

I will.

Thanks to both of you.

You're thinking I could've been
more forthcoming about Miss Brown?

What's the harm
in a bit of a fling?

Well, I wouldn't say
anything, Superintendent.

Well, not that it's any of your
business any more than the inspector's.

You know, here in
Ballyknock, we protect our own.

Thinking about getting
married, starting a family?

You'll be needing a sergeant's
stripes to get a good start.

(SIGHS)

Ball one.

Rory, Hartley Publishing has
no appointment with Jessica.

They didn't even know
she was in Ireland.

The taxi service has no record
of driving her into Cork either.

But Zuleika said
that she distinctly...

Zuleika either made a mistake,

or she was lying
through her teeth.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

And that possibility
really disturbs me.

Rory, telephone.

Yes, this is Lanahan.

Good morning, Inspector.

Oh, it's you. Look, you
caught me at a bad time.

I'm sure I did, and you
must be worried sick

about your friend,
Mrs. Fletcher.

What do you know about that?

It seems she was getting into
things that were none of her business,

like the Conroy girl's
unfortunate accident.

If you know something about
Mrs. Fletcher, you just spit it out!

It's getting too late for that.

Now, just listen,

or you've heard the last from me
on your money-laundering case.

Go on.

£1,000.

I'll bring it.

Then we'll meet tomorrow, and you'll
have the money connection in Ballyknock.

When and where?

You'll hear from me.

Getting too late. Getting too...

Why did he say that?

Why did who say what?

Huh? Oh, I'm just
talking to meself.

Listen, Eileen, suppose Jess
didn't take a cab or a bus anywhere.

And never left the
castle grounds?

Right. We're gonna search
every foot of this place.

Moira, Moira, I
want you to find Ian,

and here's what I want
the two of you to do.

Ball three.

Strike!

Anything, Ian?

There's not a sign of
her anywhere around.

Oh, God. Look, you
go west along the river.

We'll cover the rest
of these grounds,

and we'll do the same
thing heading east. Let's go.

All right.

(RATTLING)

Hey! Is anybody there?
Can you hear me?

(VEHICLE DEPARTING)

(GLASS CRUNCHING)

Eileen, how long has
that window been broken?

Why, I don't remember
that ever being broken.

You know, that's been
broken from the inside.

Jess could've gone
there. She's in the old wing.

Jessica, can you hear me?

Jess? Jess!

Jessica! Oh, Rory.

Oh, girl. We were
afraid we'd lost you.

Well, I was afraid
that I'd lost me, too.

Jessica! Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Except now I know how
poor Nan must've felt.

Listen, now I am convinced
that she was murdered.

JOYCE: Oh, yes. Stay
on it. Keep me up to date.

A 9:00 flight from
Dublin to Paris.

Nothing further
booked out of there?

Well, Paris police are running Miss
Brown's passport through the computer

to find what hotel
she booked into.

Hmm, she has an alias
and a new passport by now.

JOYCE: New York confirmed your newspaper
friend's story regarding Miss Brown.

Whatever Miss Brown's motives
were for playing the charade she did,

we still have to accept the possibility
that you were the victim of an accident.

(SCOFFS) Like Nan Conroy?

Oh, come on. She must've
known she left Jessica to die.

If I get to know any more,
you'll be the first to hear.

Hold your fire, Jess.

He may be stubborn, but he's
probably a good policeman.

Mrs. Fletcher, Mr. Conroy's
Whatnots shop left a message

to say your pottery
is wrapped and ready.

Oh, thank you. I'll take
very good care of this.

Okay. I'll explain in the car.

DEIRDRE: You think you've got it
knocked now, do you, with Nader dead?

I've a make-or-break
meeting in Cork this afternoon,

if I get the loan
I want, then yes.

With any luck, we'll have Mother in
Dublin like she wants by Christmas.

Ian, as kids, you used
to listen to your big sister.

Listen to her now. Give it up.

Mrs. Nader and her lawyer,
they're going ahead with the hotel.

Mother will have what
she wants and deserves.

But no, damn it.

Ian, what the devil's
happened to you?

Ma's whole world is crashing
around her head right now,

and all you worry about is
whether you get the farm or not.

Deirdre.

Oh, Matthew, the
other night at the party...

The matter's forgotten.

Look, an emergency situation's
come up over the radio.

My sister's having her baby and
Dr. Mulcahy's nowhere to be found.

Oh, Kitty's a big, strong
girl. The midwife'll handle it.

The midwife says there's
trouble with the baby's umbilicus.

The cord's twisted
around the wee thing

and it's threatening
both their lives.

Oh, that's a placenta previa.

Oh, you don't understand. I've
never handled anything like that before.

(SIGHS) Matthew,
I'd be scared stiff.

I couldn't imagine you being
scared about anything, Dee.

I think once you get
started, you'll be really great.

Really great. Look, Kitty's
having a terrible time of it,

and you're the only one
who can see her through it.

Go on, Dee. Go on.

You know what I can do, I
can take that to the post office,

and overnight it to our
authenticators in Dublin.

By tomorrow morning, they'll
tell us whether it's genuine or not.

Rory, if it really is a piece
from the hidden Celtic treasure,

then it's the linkage
that we're looking for.

You're looking for, Jess.

From Nan's death, to
Zuleika's fraudulent ghost,

to the spook who keeps calling
you about the money-laundering...

You've still no
idea who that is?

Nah. None.

And, Jess, I really doubt that
Peter Franklin killed Vincent Nader.

In which case, he was
set up in that Dublin bar,

and Superintendent
Joyce is back to square one.

ANDREA: Stop feeling
so sorry for yourself, Peter.

Sorry? Look, you try spending
the night in a dump like this.

I didn't kill your husband.

I've spoken to Paul Lafferty.

(SCOFFS) Lafferty. Andrea,
he's a real estate attorney.

And, as I remember,
you thought he was a jerk.

I was saying,

Paul is getting you the best
criminal attorney in Limerick.

I've changed my mind about him.

He's been very
thoughtful and caring.

Oh. I'm sure he has. I notice
now he's no longer Mr. Lafferty.

Now he's "Paul."

You are the only one to blame
for the mess you're in, Peter.

Now, things aren't as bad
as I thought they would be

under my prenuptial
agreement with Vincent.

Paul structured the hotel contract
apart. He and I are partners now.

He's helping himself
to half the deal?

Yes. I plan on going
ahead with the hotel.

Time, Mrs. Nader.

I've had more than
enough, thank you.

What do you mean it
hasn't come through?

You gave me every assurance.

MAN: I'm sorry, Mr. Lafferty.

Yes. Yes, never
mind. I'll call you back.

All's well?

Well, Peter says I
should mistrust you.

Other than that,
everything's hunky-dory.

(CHUCKLES) What do you
expect from a cheap opportunist?

We'll have a grand lunch,

and I'll tell you how very
rich you're going to become.

Comfortable, are you, Franklin?

Hey, I didn't kill her husband.

And when I get out of here, I'm
gonna find the creep that set me up.

And that's a promise.

There we are, Mrs. Fletcher.
All safe and sound for travel.

Oh, I'm sure they are.
Thank you so much.

Thank you. I was very sorry
to hear of your experience.

It's something I wouldn't want
to have to go through again.

There in the dark
all by yourself,

you must have
been very frightened.

Mmm. From what
I remember of her,

I'm sure that Nan handled
it a lot better than I did.

But I promised myself if I got out I'd
ask you to clear up something for me.

Clear up something?

Yes. After all those
months that she was gone,

what prompted you
to follow that person

into the old wing of the castle?

Others had been seeing
her for a month or two.

I heard the talk.

Then my friend, Mrs. Phipps,
you know, said in so many words

she'd seen Nan in the
woods on the Friday.

So I took my usual
walk last Sunday night.

First I heard her voice,

then I saw her.

Looking pretty in her confirmation
frock, beckoning her dah...

The iron door had been
locked for centuries, and yet...

Nan opened it.

How else was she to lead
me to her final resting place?

Well, what I'm trying
to understand is

why someone would
willfully lock me in

so that I would die in the same
way that your daughter did.

If that's the truth of it, knowing
why won't bring her back.

(SIGHS) I know the stories.

Dr. Sullivan's been
going on about

the vast sums changing
hands at auctions,

saying it's pieces of
the Cromwell treasure.

Someone even
broke in here last night

and went through Nan's
little bits and pieces.

I want none of it.

It's enough to carry my guilt
with me every living moment.

But you can't blame yourself.

But I must.

I must.

You see, Nan was
so clever with words.

She made me laugh
and cry at the same time.

I listened to the girl, but
that's not the same as hearing.

I never really heard
what she was saying.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Thank you for putting up with a
trip into the village, Mr. Lafferty.

The castle was too public
for this particular discussion.

Ah, fine. Fine.

But if you're genuinely
interested in buying into the hotel,

then Mrs. Nader
should be here...

Oh. No, no, no,
no, I don't think so.

I'm sure you wouldn't want Andrea
to learn the full extent of your,

to put it charitably, your
misrepresentations, would you?

Misrepresentations?

I'll get straight to the point.

Let's start with the
unexplained disappearance

of Vincent Nader's files
from the records office,

an act so desperate that
someone risked prison

to postpone the
closing of the hotel deal.

Look here, if you think
that I had anything...

I didn't think Ian
O'Bannon capable,

so I called a discreet banking
connection, who informed me

that the Irish half of the
financing you guaranteed for Nader

for a prepaid finder's fee of over
half a million pounds doesn't exist.

It fell out last month.

I've other sources.

Yes. Well, my banking
connection told me

that those, too,
are highly unlikely.

In the meantime, you've been keeping
Mrs. Nader ignorant of your difficulties,

which could only mean you want
to get your hands on her money.

Mr. Lafferty,

if you think you're
in trouble now,

I need hardly remind you of the kind
you'd face as an officer of the court.

You're offering me your
silence in return for what?

A partnership.

Myself on the one
hand, you, Mrs. Nader

and her husband's
capital on the other.

I don't want a hotel, I want
the castle and grounds.

And under a
different arrangement.

JESSICA: I believe
that somebody else

was doing Jack
Conroy's hearing for him.

You know, whether
he knew it or not,

he may have given me the break
I need on the laundering case.

You mean Dr. Sullivan
talking about the auctions,

valuable artifacts shipped
from this area northward?

Yeah. And converted into
cash, which flows down here.

And the rest of it goes
to a... A Geneva account.

John Sullivan gets a whiff and knows
immediately where it comes from.

You know, Rory, it means
that Nan did find the treasure.

Okay, but where?

Mary O'Hara holds a strange
fascination for you, John.

Leonard said you
were looking for me.

Yes, I was. Even though
Vincent Nader's gone,

I presume you'd still listen to an
offer that would free you of the property

and provide you for the
life you've always wanted.

Possibly, but I don't think
you have those means, John.

Oh, that's changed
quite dramatically.

You see, I've found a
partner who shares my belief

in the preservation of Ireland's
historical legacies for the Irish.

Oh? Is that all there is?

At Nader's price.

Ah.

The difference being
we'd want a year's lease

with the possibility of buying
at the end of that period.

Oh, instead of an
outright purchase?

Uh-huh.

Well, how soon could my
solicitor see something on paper?

Sooner than you think.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Thank you, Jess. You
know, Nan may be gone,

but she won't be forgotten.

Well, that is the perfect
spot for her painting.

Dublin called back.

Ah. Sullivan's bank accounts?

He came out clean as a whistle.

But the Irish treasures he was
talking to Jack Conroy about,

they track to a dealer,
name of Rafaella Sabatini.

Of course, why not?

The bold,
full-breasted Rafaella.

The... The who?

Well, Rafaella was the heroine in
the book that Zuleika wasn't writing.

Do you suppose that
Zuleika took that alias,

and that it was she who ran
the treasures up to Dublin?

Amongst her
other ghostly duties.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

I think I'd better
have a serious chat

with this Dr. John
Sullivan, don't you, Jess?

Better catch him while you can.

Now, where's he
going in such a hurry?

Come out where I can see you!

We've a lot to talk about.

O'Bannon. What
are you doing here?

Just who the hell are
you expecting, Sullivan?

And what bill of goods are
you foisting on my mother?

You're gonna tell me, man.

(SCREAMING)

Jessica.

(WHISTLING)

Shh, there's somebody.

Oh.

(GROANS)

Who was it, Dr. Sullivan?

(GASPING) Are there...
Joyce... Treasures...

Joyce... Treasures...

I'm sorry that I can't be more
help to you, Superintendent.

Dr. Sullivan was
trying to say something,

but the words just didn't
seem to make any sense.

Why don't you
have a try at it, Jess?

Well, it sounded like, "Are
there choice treasures."

And he repeated it
once. Then he died.

Sounds as if Dr. Sullivan had
treasure on his brain to the bitter end.

You've nothing else
to add, inspector?

No. Just a healthy whack from
behind. I never saw who did it.

It's 3:00.

I'll take the other
statements in the morning.

Any ideas you have,
they'll be gratefully accepted.

Good night.

You know what
I'm thinking, Rory.

That Dr. Sullivan was
killed by the same person,

and for the same reason that Vincent
Nader and Nan Conroy were murdered.

I'm beginning to get your point.

Nan had this big secret, and
Sullivan with all this snooping,

hit right on it.

(THUNDER CLAPPING)

Oh, thank you, Freddie.

Good night. Good night.

Hello, Deirdre.

Hello, Matthew.

We heard about Dr. Sullivan.

Mother must be going crazy.

She's sleeping now.

I hear you brought Kitty
through 20 hours of labor.

She and your new nephew
are going to be all right.

I hope I never have
anything as difficult

as that to do again
for the rest of me days.

You better get some sleep.

JOYCE: No, I'm not arguing
your forensic expertise.

But I don't mind telling
you it comes as a shock.

No, never mind, I'll
do what I have to do.

What is it?

We've got the wrong man. Get us
a car, I'll tell you about it on the way.

It pains me no end to tell you
this, Franklin. You're free to go.

What happened? What, did
they find Nader's murderer?

That's none of your business.

You'll stay out of my sight if
you know what's good for you.

EILEEN: Of all the asinine,
preposterous accusations,

to think Ian would resort to
one murder, never mind two.

Rory, for heaven's sake, tell this
idiot to release my brother. He's...

Deirdre, they'll have you up for
disturbing the peace in your own house.

JOYCE: I'm truly
sorry, Mrs. O'Bannon.

Cork forensics identified fingerprints
on the gun that killed Mr. Nader.

(DOOR OPENING)

They were Ian's. The
weapon had been fired recently.

IAN: (SCOFFS) Your brilliant
deductions stagger me, Superintendent.

My fingerprints on my
father's gun. Dear me.

And on my pitchfork, as well.

Let's go.

No! No! No! You can't!

Oh. Oh, Ian. What
happened between us...

Shh, now stop blubbering, Ma.

They've got the wrong fella.

Now, listen, your dream is
Dublin, mine is keeping the farm.

We'll find a way to have
them both, I promise, all right?

(CRYING)

Superintendent Joyce, surely
Nader's killer would've been a fool

not to wipe the weapon clean,

let alone not hide it more
cunningly than in some bushes.

JOYCE: Not if he wished us to
think he was a fool, Mrs. Fletcher.

Excuse me, Jess, have
you established a motive?

I think Mrs. O'Bannon can
answer that, sir. Excuse me.

I can't believe it of Ian. He'll
be home in the wink of an eye.

Eileen, what did he
mean, the superintendent?

Well, Ian knew that
Dr. Sullivan was offering

to take over the
castle and lands.

And that he would
close down the farm.

That proves nothing. Come
on, Ma, I'll make us a cup of tea.

(EXCLAIMS) Jess, I don't
want to believe this either.

Yes, but if Ian were guilty,

what in the world was the
purpose of this elaborate frame-up

around Peter Franklin?

Peter wants to find
that out for himself.

Superintendent Joyce
said he left directly

from the station house
this morning for Dublin.

Oh. In the hopes of finding
this elusive stranger at the bar.

I'm going to try and arrange
something and talk to Ian, okay?

Mrs. Fletcher, Ian gets
angry and stamps his foot,

but inside he's much
too gentle to kill anybody.

Moira, I want you
to come with me.

It's not that I
believe Ian's guilty,

but I've got to ask
you the question.

Do you know for a fact where
he was last night at that time?

Which is to say you think
he killed Vincent Nader,

and now Dr. Sullivan.

No! But we've got
to face the possibility.

Deirdre. Answer the question.

I haven't the faintest
idea where he was.

And if I thought him guilty,
do you think I'd tell you?

Look, girl, if your brother's
involved, I've got to know.

There're steps
that can be taken.

You mean you're
prepared to... Deirdre!

Oh, good Lord, Rory.

You're prepared to manipulate the
facts and risk your own reputation.

Oh. Oh, you dear man.

I never realized. You
must love my mother tons.

You never heard that from
me. I said no such thing.

Honestly, I don't know where
he was or what he was doing.

Fine.

But I love you for asking
in just the way you did.

I'd have thought you had
enough of this awful place.

Believe me, I can
hardly wait to leave.

But there's something here
that I want you to help me with.

Now, you can see that this
has been fairly recently etched.

Poor Nan must have used a
piece of stone or something.

(MOIRA READING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Hear my voice.

That's what Nan
was always saying.

Oh, the poor child,

it must've taken every ounce
of her strength at the end.

But why, Moira? Think.
What did she mean?

"Hear my voice."

Did she want us
to hear something?

I mean, would it have been
a recording, or a tape, or...

Yes. Yes. Come with me.

IAN: I don't even know
why you're here, man.

Deirdre says you
were ready to lie for me.

Shut up. The walls have
bloody ears. I did not say that.

No? But apparently
you believe me guilty.

And if that's where you stand, I
don't need your lies or your help.

I doubt you'd even be here if it wasn't
for your infatuation with my mother.

If you were out here, I'd
teach you a lesson, son.

Don't get on me because of
my feelings for your mother.

I'm here because
of her, that's true.

But I'll try and
help you if I can.

Now, come on. Talk to me.

(SIGHS)

Well, the night Nader was killed, I
was on me way home to the party.

I took a look inside, I
saw Nader's filthy face.

I just couldn't stomach being in
the same room with the man, so I left.

All right. And the gun?

When Dah died, I took it out, and cleaned
it, you know, kept it for old times' sake.

The thing was sitting in a drawer in the
barn, I... I had forgotten all about it.

And someone filched
it and framed me.

I'd have killed the bastard
myself if I thought I'd...

Shh.

And John Sullivan?

I followed him to the
ruins, and, all right,

I gave him a good
punch, but that's all.

I'd be more than stupid to
kill him with me own pitchfork,

and then leave the bloody thing.

It's not me ma's fault,
poor dear, it's them,

you know, playing
on her weakness.

The thing is, I've got the
loan lined up in Cork now.

We'd be able to
hang onto the place.

If the crop is
good another year,

I'll send her up to
Dublin, just like she wants.

Who else knew about the gun?

No one.

You have a phone
call, Inspector.

Thank you.

I'll have a lawyer down from
Dublin first thing tomorrow morning.

Thanks a lot.

Lanahan.

Just listen, Inspector. It wouldn't
do for Superintendent Joyce

to get wind of what we're up to.

I understand that.

We'll meet tonight. 9:00. At
the edge of the castle gardens.

What's wrong with right now?

Bad connection?

No, the connection's
fine. Excuse me.

MOIRA: I'm sure I remember
putting it in among the others.

(NAN SPEAKING FOREIGN
LANGUAGE OVER TAPE)

"Hear my voice, my
only friend Mhairin."

(NAN SPEAKING FOREIGN
LANGUAGE OVER TAPE)

"Where is found
the Lord Protector?

"Who has found
the gold and silver

"which out among
the dead stones lie?"

(NAN SPEAKING FOREIGN
LANGUAGE OVER TAPE)

"In amongst them ghosties
play. Chatelaine holds the key."

(NAN SPEAKING FOREIGN
LANGUAGE OVER TAPE)

"Mr. Buttons, Dirty
Digits, frightens me now

"in the place where
he'll not find me."

(NAN SPEAKING FOREIGN
LANGUAGE OVER TAPE)

"Please, God, preserve our
treasure. Treasure my soul."

Didn't I say the
dead speak to us?

MAN: Let's step on in
here and I'll buy you a drink.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello. JESSICA: Is Rory there?

Just a moment.

Rory! Telephone!

So it is what we thought.

Nan had discovered
the Cromwell treasure,

and some character that she called
Mr. Buttons or Dirty Digits was onto it.

And that was what
was frightening her.

Jess, can we save Mr. Buttons
and his friends for later?

No, no, trust me.
Something urgent's come up.

Urgent? Rory, what's
more urgent than knowing

that Nan Conroy was murdered
by someone that she confided in,

that she knew the secret
of the Cromwell treasure?

She went to her hiding
place, the dungeon...

Jess, if I start quoting Nan Conroy's
poems to the deputy commissioner,

he'll have my head.

But, Rory... I've
got to hang up, Jess.

So I hung around the
bar on Grafton Street

to see if I could run into
that guy who set me up.

Any luck?

No. No. And the bartender
didn't know him either.

Hmm. You know, Mrs. Fletcher,

it's probably too
late to say I'm sorry

for all the trouble I've
caused you, but, thanks.

You're some kind of lady.

Miss O'Bannon, like
the old song says,

it's a long, long way to
Tipperary. A lot longer than I knew.

Good luck to you, son.

Andrea, I guess this is goodbye.

Andrea, didn't you tell me that
the bar was on Harcourt Street?

That's what Peter told me.

Oh, it's my mistake. I thought
it was on Harcourt Street,

but then I got there and
I couldn't find the place.

But I turned the corner
on Grafton and there it was.

See me to the road?

Yes.

Now, Jessica, how
about a cup of tea, hmm?

What's wrong?

I think I know who murdered Nan.

The same person who killed Vincent
Nader and probably John Sullivan.

And now Rory is off somewhere,

and I don't have his
cell phone number.

Jess, if you think you know who
the murderer is, why wait for Rory?

Shouldn't you call
Inspector Joyce right away?

Well, I only think I know,

and that mightn't
be enough for Joyce.

Eileen.

Mmm-hmm?

What would this mean to you,
"The chatelaine holds the key"?

I'm the chatelaine
here, of course,

unless you mean Mary O'Hara.

I mean, she always had
something up her sleeve.

Yes, I may need
Superintendent Joyce after all.

Would you call him for me?

Tell him that I know
who the murderer is,

and where we might find
the Cromwellian treasure.

Phew. Girl, where do
you think you're going?

Well, I want to
check out a theory.

And I'm gonna get my raincoat
and a good, strong flashlight.

And I want you to
make another call for me.

Are you off, Leonard?

Yes, ma'am. Moira left early.

Her girls left the place
a mess, but I tidied up.

I left a fresh pot of coffee
and snacks in the fridge.

Good man. Oh, by the way,

the Troys asked to be
awakened with breakfast at 7:00.

Right you are.

(WHISTLING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Is that you?

Come on, quit with the games.
Come out where I can see you.

(GROANING)

Leonard? What?

Who did this? Who did it?

(INAUDIBLE)

My God Almighty. Sit as
still as you can. Still. Still.

I'll get some help.

Show your secret, Mary O'Hara.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(GASPS)

Oh.

Zuleika, you
lost a little weight.

(WHISTLING)

Superintendent.

Hmm?

I was just admiring these lovely
pieces of Celtic objects d'art.

Mrs. O'Bannon gave me your
message on the car phone,

saying you might be found at Mary O'Hara's
grave. She worried about your safety.

You know I didn't tell her that.

Only that I thought I knew
where the treasure might be found.

Here.

She worried for me
justifiably, I presume.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Since you also said
with some conviction

that you knew who did away with Nan
Conroy, Vincent Nader, John Sullivan.

How did it occur
to you that it was I?

Well, when Peter Franklin came
back from Dublin this afternoon,

he jogged a memory for me.

All along Peter thought he'd run into
your man in a pub on Harcourt Street.

Yet when you arrested Peter,

you quoted him as saying that he
met the stranger on Grafton Street.

Oh. That was some
cock-and-bull story, Inspector.

About running into some
stranger in a bar on Grafton Street.

You couldn't have
known it was Grafton

unless it was you and your
accomplice who set him up.

And that helped me to realize I'd
misinterpreted John Sullivan's last words.

They were slurred
and disconnected.

(GASPING) are there.

I thought he said, "Choice
treasures are there."

But combining "are
there" and "choice"

I came up with the
name of his killer,

Arthur Joyce.

Zuleika's ghost frightened
people away from the old wing,

and helped explain
the screams and moans

produced by your
nightly labors in here.

Oh, when we we're
under the dungeons,

the sounds are amplified
and distorted by the old shafts.

Then in Nan's poem, she
called you "Mr. Buttons,"

and I realized it was an
allusion to your uniform,

a symbol of trust,
until you frightened her.

Then you became "Dirty Digits,"

which also rang a bell, because
I remembered the black grime

that is always under
your fingernails.

And it struck me as an anomaly

in an otherwise spotless
police superintendent.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'm gonna
have to give you 10,

but regrettably, I'm gonna
have to put an end to this.

RORY: Put the bloody
thing down, Joyce!

Inspector, what's this
about? Put it on the table!

That decoy you had occupying my
attention, the houseman, Leonard,

he's going to live not withstanding
the knife you stuck in him.

What, were you afraid he was
gonna blow the whistle on you?

Superintendent, Vincent
Nader's plans for a hotel

would have put a
stop to your digging.

John Sullivan was getting too
close to the secret, but Nan...

Was it worth that much to you

to wipe out the life of such a
beautiful, clever, young woman?

Indeed it was.

She was destroying a dream.

Here was the chance for
me to get out of this grind,

to leave Ballyknock for good,

for us both to get rich
beyond our wildest dreams.

Nan, she had this
ridiculous notion

that the treasure
should go to Ireland!

I couldn't have that!

RORY: Get him out of here.

You do not have to say
anything unless you wish to do so.

Anything you do say will be
used in evidence against you.

Very clever,

trying to do it all by yourself.

But I had Eileen call Matthew.

That's just great. What
if she couldn't reach him?

Well... Come on.

Just talked to
Dublin headquarters,

they've located Zuleika
Brown, alias Rafaella Sabatini,

in an opulent love
nest in Málaga, Spain.

Awaiting the imminent arrival
of Superintendent Joyce.

You guessed it right.
Are you ready, darling?

Well, what do those look like?

Ah.

Now, you I'll see in Dublin.

Oh, look, Ma, so you
know, after my residency,

I'm thinking of coming
back to Ballyknock.

With Dr. Mulcahy retiring,
and finding out for myself

that I could do it for
Kitty and her baby, I...

There's gonna be
a lot more babies

waiting to be born here in the
valley is what she's trying to say.

Bravo, Matthew.

See you soon, Jess dear.

Goodbye, Rory. Take care of
Eileen for the both of us, all right?

Oh, thank you, my friend.

And you have a lovely week here.

What with the new loan, Ian
will be so busy on the farm...

Oh, don't worry.

Listen, Moira will take care
of everything beautifully.

And besides, I
plan to be very busy.

I want you and Rory to
find what you're looking for.

No, I'll be fine. I have the
germ of an idea for a new story.

Oh? And what might that
be? As if I couldn't guess.

Well, you won't guess.
There are no ghosts,

and the only treasure I'll be
looking for are the right words.

And I'll find them
here in my head.