Murder, She Wrote (1984–1996): Season 2, Episode 20 - Menace, Anyone? - full transcript

Tonight on Murder She Wrote.

A young athlete has
died before his time.

The ball was out,
Mr. Harrigan. Oh!

Can’t you see the white lines?
You need glasses, old-timer.

I can remember when tennis
was a gentleman's game.

Get wise, honey, or get moving.
You I can do without altogether.

Now, stay out of this.
We're dealing with a

person who's not only
dangerous, but desperate.

Carol? Carol, what is it?

Oh!

All right.



Pathetic.

All right! Whoo!

And now, may we introduce the

honorary chairperson
for this year's event,

one of America’s
foremost mystery novelists,

Mrs. J. B. Fletcher!

Thank you.

As I have been asked to
restrict my speech to four words:

Let the games begin!

I still can't believe I fell on my
fanny in front of all those people.

Well, that's why they
call it an "exhibition."

But, you know, I still see
flashes of that old form...

that won you the state
championship for Cabot Cove High.

Lord! That was 10 years
ago. Oh, don't remind me.



I thought I was gonna
be the next Chris Evert.

I soon realized Chris
had nothing to worry about.

How's your sister
Barbara? Does she still play?

No. Barbara has other things on her
mind. Where does she live? In Boston still?

Brian! Carol, how many
times have I told you?

No matter how exhausted you
get, never sit down on the court.

Oh, you rat! You were watching!

Watching? How could
I take my eyes off you?

Jessica Fletcher, this
terrible person is Brian East,

the man who thinks
he's gonna marry me.

Well, I'm delighted to meet
you, Brian, and congratulations.

Thank you. Well, what
have you ladies got planned?

Well, for starters, we
thought we'd watch

you knock the socks
off of Horrible Harrigan,

after which we'll undoubtedly watch
Cissy Barnes demolish Penny Novack.

Oh, haven't you heard?
Cissy's dropping out.

Oh. Don't you do that. You
know she's our top draw.

No, I'm not kidding. I just saw
her on her way up to see Elliot.

- She was moaning
about a pulled muscle.
- Oh!

Oh, no! This is earth-shattering,
Jessica. Please forgive me.

- Yes. Earth-shattering.
- Yeah. She says things like that.

But I love her anyway.

Well, Elliot, I can't bear it!

Anytime I put any kind of weight on this
leg, the pain cuts through me like a knife.

Oh, here. Let me help
you. Oh, thank you.

Now, Cissy, what would it
take to ease that pain of yours?

Another thousand on
top of your guarantee?

Ow! It still hurts,
Elliot, but keep trying.

Cissy, I'm sorry. It just
wouldn't be fair to the others.

Oh, come off it. You and I both know that
this tournament is a sellout because of me.

Does Donny Harrigan
know about that?

Listen, Doris, darling.

We all know what an expert
you are on male tennis players.

- You've helped so many of them score.
- Why, look at that, Dad.

- Her limp is gone.
- Hallelujah.

A momentary recovery, Elliot.

I can resurrect this injury in
time for a press conference,

which I plan to hold in
about an hour, unless you

come across with a more
substantial guarantee.

What do you say? I say
you've got a hell of a lot of nerve.

- Carol, take it easy.
- I liked your outfit out there, Carol.

I almost mistook you for a tennis
player, but then you started to play.

Cissy, we have already given you
enough so-called expense money...

to feed an entire
family for a year.

All right, ladies.
That's enough.

Cissy, old friends shouldn't
haggle over nickels and dimes.

You want 5,000 more? You got it.

Tell your agent
to call me. Elliot!

Now, you rest up for
your match tonight...

and be sure and wear one of those
outrageous little costumes of yours.

There's a photographer
here from S. I.

I'll need somebody to zip
me up. Don't tempt an old man.

Elliot, how could you do
that? All right. So I caved.

You've got your star
attraction, haven't you?

Carol's forgotten that paying celebrities
under the table is done all the time.

And your father's forgotten that I already
made a deal, which Cissy agreed to.

Elliot, this is a rotten
way to do business.

But let's not forget that's
what it is, Carol—a business.

I knew she was
going to be trouble.

- I can handle Cissy.
- I didn't mean Cissy.

You know, honey, when it
comes to Carol McDermott,

I find it hard to tell where envy
begins and jealousy leaves off.

Because she took a
man away from me?

Please, Dad. So Carol's got Brian.
That's not what I want. Not now.

I want her job.

If I ever decide to let
her go, it's yours. Okay?

I may hold you to that.

Are you crazy?

What was that? It's
Horrible Harrigan. Come on.

Do you agree with this call?
The ball was out, Mr. Harrigan.

Oh! You must be insane!
Can't you see the white lines?

Pray, forgive me.

I mustn't say things like
that since I've mellowed.

After all, you're only doing your job,
sir. You're just not doing it very well.

I can remember when tennis
was a gentleman's game.

You've got a terrific memory.

You're a wonderful person and a great human
being, but you need glasses, old-timer.

Resume play, Mr. Harrigan,
or forfeit the game.

Look where it hit!
Game to Mr. East.

Oh, come on, bandit!

Oh, boy! Excuse me.

Man, you have lost your marbles!

How’d you get this job
anyway, huh? You paid?

Look at the white
lines! That thing was in!

- Ridiculous!
- Okay, what's the trouble here?

The trouble, sweetie, is that your fleabag
tournament is infested with a flotilla...

of nearsighted buffoons passing
themselves off as line judges.

Look, Mr. Harrigan, we have
a funny tradition at this club.

The players play,
the judges judge,

and I frankly do not
have the time or the

patience to deal with
your self-serving arrogance.

Now, you either play or
take a hike, but I warn you,

if you walk, I will serve you up
to your association on a platter.

Clear enough?

Well, I'm not sure what you said,
but if it was a book, I'd copyright it.

Well, I've already
alienated our top female

player today. Why not
our top male player as well?

What are you trying to do, make a monkey
out of my client in front of his fans?

Only God can make a monkey, Mitch.
I'm just telling it to play by the rules.

You don't get it, do you, Carol?

Everybody likes to see Donny go
into his act. It's called show business.

Well, if by “everybody," you're
including me, you better count again.

Get wise, honey, or get moving.

You I can do without altogether.

And who was that
charming character?

That is Mitch Mercer,
Donny's personal manager.

I would have introduced you,
but he didn't deserve the honor.

Actually, he was Brian's
manager until last week...

when Brian caught him
forging Brian's name to a check.

Forget I said that. Donny
confided in me. It just...

Oh, the noise level.
Can't hear a thing.

Yeah!

All right, Bri!

♪

Oh. Oh, sure, sure, sure. Okay.

All righty.

Here you go. All
right. Thank you.

♪

That was taken three
years ago, Fourth of July.

My wife, Annie. She was lovely.

Yes, she was, in every way.

My daughter Doris.
But you two have met.

Earlier. She's a very
charming young woman.

Not always, but
she's all I have left.

You get to be more
tolerant when the

loneliness of old age
starts fogging you in.

Isn't that Carol in
the background?

You have
extraordinarily good eyes.

I recognize her stance.

If I'm not mistaken, that's
her sister Barbara with her.

Yes. Barbara. Would
you care to dance?

I'd love to! Sounds like a
samba. If it isn't, we'll fake it.

Elliot, darling! Where
have you been?

Cissy, look at you.
What do you think?

Well, it's highly original.

That means he hates it. It's a
sure sign I'm on the right track.

Cissy Barnes. And you're
J.B. Fletcher. How do you do?

I've read 10 pages of your new book. Well,
that's very nice to hear, Miss Barnes.

I hope you finish it. I doubt it.
I've got a short attention span.

So how did you get
roped into this thing?

Well, I have a soft spot for good
causes and, uh, old students.

Oh, right. Let me guess.

Carol was voted Most Likely to
Succeed, or was it Miss Prom Queen?

Actually, both.
How did you guess?

Cissy, I'd hoped
I'd find you here.

Look, I'm sorry about our run-in
this afternoon. What? Backing up?

I had no idea your gear
box included reverse.

Anyway, I do apologize.

Let's be friends. Let's not.

I'd rather cozy up
to a virus infection.

All right, Cissy. Cool it.

Oh, Brian, I just love it
when you try to act gallant.

♪ Jessica, I think
this is our dance.

Oh, Elliot, this is
not really my speed.

Don't run off, Elliot. I want
you to hear this firsthand.

I've had it with this
tournament and with

Miss Perfection here
in particular. I'm out.

Oh, come on, Cissy.
You signed an agreement.

Really?

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I checked it myself.

Well, check it again.

Your boyfriend here
has already knocked out

the number-two attraction
in this tournament.

Now you can kiss number
one good-bye as well.

Bye, folks. I won't
be seeing you.

Now even I've had enough.

I want to see that
agreement. Elliot!

Carol, now! That girl is not
walking away from this tournament.

The agreements are all in
a file, and I took them home.

Look, I'll get them. It won't
take me more than 20 minutes.

- It'll all be settled,
and we can forget it, okay?
- No, it's not okay.

This is her idea of some sick joke. I
saw her signature on the agreement!

Carol! What's the matter with
you? You don't think I can do my job?

Go ahead, Brian. Get the files.

Right.

Oh, Carol, look, your car is
blocking mine. I'll take yours.

I sure hope we're gonna
laugh about this tomorrow.

I don't feel like
laughing now. We will.

Be back in a flash. ♪

Like I said, Jessica, I
think this is our dance.

Well, quick, before
they change their minds.

They're not bad for a bunch of
guys brought up on steel guitars.

I bet you're a Glenn Miller man.

Les Brown, actually.

And you move very nicely.

Your moves aren't bad either.

Brian. Brian!

A witness says you and the victim
had it out in the dressing room.

Yeah, I told him off. I'm
a sore loser. So what?

Well, uh, you say that you spent the
entire evening with Doris Robinson.

Yeah.

Then how come a waiter says that
you ducked out of the party alone...

and you were gone for a while?

I had to make a pit
stop at the john, okay?

Champagne does that to me.

Look, if I wanted to blow
up everybody I was sore at,

I'd need a truck just to
carry around the dynamite.

How'd you know it was dynamite?

Well, what else do you blow
up cars with— cookie dough?

I hear there was bad blood
between you and Brian East.

We were like brothers. Why'd
he dump you as his manager?

You ever hear of Cain and Abel?

What'd he do, Mercer, catch
you autographing his checks?

Who told you that, his
girlfriend? She was lying.

No. She didn't tell me
anything, but thanks for the tip.

Yeah, I thought I recognized you, Mercer,
so I had 'em put you through the computer.

Six years ago, you were
busted on the same charge.

The charge was dropped.

Yeah, after somebody slugged
your client and threatened her life.

I was cleared, Lieutenant.

As for Brian East,
he was a fading

second-rater. I couldn't
waste my time on him.

Donny Harrigan is my
boy. There's no one better.

Really?

How come he got his socks beat
off by this fading second-rater?

He's all yours, Len.

Is this gonna take long?

Probably.

Ah, Mrs. Fletcher?

Lieutenant Travis.
How do you do?

By the way, I caught
your lecture on Murders in

Contemporary Fiction last
spring in Boston College.

Ah, first-rate stuff.
Thank you very much.

So tell me, uh, what was
I doing wrong in there?

Sorry? Oh, come on.

I know that head-shaking
look. I ought to.

I've seen it from my
wife often enough.

Well, don't you think you're wasting
your time questioning people...

who might have had a
reason to kill Brian East?

I mean, he couldn't possibly
have been the intended victim.

Yeah. I know, I know.

Nobody could have known he was
gonna borrow the McDermott woman's car.

I just wanted to shake up that
sleazebag Mitch Mercer a little.

Well, I'd say you
shook him up a lot.

The real question is, who
would wanna kill Miss McDer...

Carol.

Why did it happen?
Jessica, I don't understand.

Maybe you'd better take
her home. Yes, of course.

Uh, we have to talk. Tomorrow.

Mr. Robinson, is your daughter
well enough to talk now?

Yes, Lieutenant, of course.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Carol. Carol, we're home.

Carol, would you mind very
much if I stayed with you tonight?

No, Jessica, I don't mind.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Could I get you
some tea or coffee?

Maybe just some
conversation, huh?

Carol, I-I know it's hard, but if
you could just talk and let it out...

I'm all right. I think I'll
try to get some sleep.

You know, I don't like the idea of
you being alone these next few days.

- Perhaps your sister
could come and stay— - No!

I'm sure she couldn't.

Well, tomorrow why
don't we call her and see?

Just because Barbara's come
back doesn't mean I want to see her.

- Come back?
- Good night, Jessica.

Hello. Carol?

No, this is a friend. Who is it?

A young athlete has
died before his time,

and we must ask ourselves,
"Why has this happened?"

For the moment, there is no answer,
and we can only serve his memory...

by paying him the
homage he deserves.

That's why the remaining games for
the Children's Fund Tennis Tournament...

will be dedicated to
our friend Brian East.

Thank you.

Cissy! Cissy, is it true that you once had
a romantic relationship with Brian East?

I don't remember.

Donny, how do you feel about his being
murdered only hours after you lost to him?

What's that supposed to mean,
you creep? Can't you see he's upset?

He just lost a real friend. Mr. Mercer,
have you ever been arrested?

Carol, what are you doing here?

You didn't have to come
in. I know. I wanted to.

Jessica, don't you
think she should rest?

Maybe it's a good thing that she's
got something to occupy her mind.

Well, I can understand that. I felt
the same way after my Annie died.

Well, I should check
this morning's receipts.

Good idea. You run
along and do that.

See you later, Jessica. Yes.

Thanks.

She's like my daughter Doris.

Thinks she's tough, but you can see
right through her, right down to the pain.

Strange, both of them
hurting over the same man.

Oh? Doris and Brian were almost
engaged before Carol entered the picture.

Carol is a fine girl. I'm
glad you're looking after her.

Well, it's only temporary.

I'm afraid I have to go home as
soon as the tournament is over.

You know, I'd really wish that she could
find someone to stay with her for a while.

Shouldn't be too difficult.
She's got lots of friends.

- What about Barbara?
- Barbara?

Carol's sister
Barbara? Yes, yes.

I have the feeling that
they'd had a sort of falling out.

Every time I mention her
name, Carol sort of tightens up.

- Then you don't know?
- Know what?

That photograph you were looking at,
taken Fourth of July three years ago...

Barbara turned up stoned,
asked Carol for money.

Carol refused. They had a terrible fight
right after that photograph was taken.

It was the last time any of
us ever saw Barbara alive.

The next day, she
died in a plane crash.

Carol?

Hello, Jessica. Carol,
are you free for lunch?

I'm starved, and
we really should talk.

Mmm. I'm not very hungry,
and I have to check some figures.

Something's wrong. What is it?

Elliot told me about
Barbara. Barbara?

What about her? You shouldn't have
let me go on like that without telling me.

Telling you what? What
are you talking about?

That Barbara was killed in a
plane crash three years ago.

Elliot's wrong. Barbara
wasn't killed in any plane crash.

Oh? Of course not.

I saw her just a few days ago.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I
really have to check these figures.

July 5. Trans-Central Airlines.

Well, here—read it yourself.
Oh, thank you very much.

"Destination: Chicago.
Suspected cause of crash"...

Mechanical malfunction
during an electrical storm.

Everybody on board— crew
and passengers— dead on impact.

Crash happened— Ninety-three
miles west of Boston.

There's a passenger
list. Oh, yes.

Here's the name you
were asking about.

Barbara McDermott,
Carol's sister,

the one she
insists is still alive.

Could that be an error?

Well, uh, try this
address, then you tell me...

if somebody made a mistake.

This is it. Barbara McDermott.

There's no stone. Stones
are up to the family.

Never ordered one.

Never ordered for the care
or cleaning of the grave site.

Well, some
families are like that.

Dead is dead.

Like they didn't care for
her when she was alive...

and— they care even less now.

For care and cleaning,
and some flowers too.

Oh. Bless you, ma'am.

Miss McDermott?

Miss McDermott?
It's Lieutenant Travis.

Miss McDermott? Miss Mc...

Carol?

Carol, what is it?

Operator, get me the
police. This is an emergency.

Carol, who did it?

Barbara.

Barbara killed him.

Why the hell did Lieutenant
Travis go to that house?

Mind if I sit down? It's been
a long night at the hospital.

You've had a long night?

I had to tell his wife.

Tell me, did he discuss much
about the case with you, Sergeant?

All I know is, he had
a lead of some kind.

Travis mostly
worked out of his hat.

- How's Miss McDermott doing?
- She's still under sedation.

Great. That's great. My only witness,
and I can't get her for a statement.

Did you pick up any
fingerprints on the knife?

Smudged.

Why didn't he wait for me? Why
didn't he leave me a message?

- You want some coffee?
- No.

Sergeant, believe me, I— I know
what it feels like to lose a friend.

What friend? He was my partner.

I got a lot of friends. I
only got one partner.

Maybe he, uh...

Maybe he found
something, and then he...

He went to the house
to confront her with it.

Carol? Yeah, Carol.

You see anybody else there?

You, uh, walk into the house, and
you find her alone with the body,

and she says that
her sister did it...

Her dead sister Barbara.

It's possible that Carol
saw someone in the house.

It's also possible that you
arrived after she killed him,

and she pretended to be loony
tunes so she could beat a murder rap.

Oh, I'm sorry, but
I can't believe that.

Do you believe that
her sister climbed out of

her grave, took a bus
and paid her a visit?

Excuse me, please. I gotta call
my wife, let her know I'm still alive.

She likes to be up on things.

Mrs. Fletcher? Oh, Miss Barnes.

Is it true—what I heard about
the police lieutenant getting killed?

Yes, I'm afraid it is, but
Carol was not responsible.

Oh? They're saying that she was.

They're wrong. Well,
good. I'm glad to hear it.

I'm not exactly a member of
the Carol McDermott fan club,

but she's too straight an
arrow to have murdered anyone.

If there's anything I can do...

Well, that's very thoughtful,
and I know she'll appreciate it.

Cissy, you didn't by any
chance know Barbara, her sister?

I didn't even know
she had a sister.

That lady gets around. Donny,
what are you doing here?

I thought you'd be in
London by now. Yeah. Me too.

But I still may have
some tennis to play.

You got yourself a deal. Donny stays
on to take Brian's place in the semifinals.

Mrs. Fletcher, is there
something I can help you with?

- I was looking for your father.
- Mitch and I had just finished.

Right. Let me know as soon as you
cut that check for Donny's new expenses.

See you later, doll baby.

Have you noticed, Mitch, how much
you're starting to sound like your client?

I think you've got that
the wrong way round.

Dad's asked me to handle
Carol's duties until, uh,

things are resolved.

Guess all of this is
making me a little nervous.

Anyway, Dad's not here right
now. Is there anything I can do?

I hope so. I want to find out what
I can about Carol's sister Barbara.

Sorry, I never met her,

although I did see her
once at Carol's house when

I went there to pick up
some papers for my father.

Oh, you saw her, but
you never met her?

Well, I didn't actually
go into the house.

I started to ring the bell, and
I heard a terrible fight inside.

A woman's voice was
screaming at Carol.

I walked around to
the rear, to the kitchen,

and I heard Carol begging Barbara
to go away and stay out of her life.

When I peeked in the kitchen window,
there was this redhead with her back to me,

smashing everything she
could get her hands on.

And where was Carol?

Actually, I didn't see her,
but I know she was there...

because Barbara kept telling her she
was going to get even for everything.

A-And Barbara—
Wh-What did she look like?

I didn't see her face. As I
said, she had her back to me.

But her voice...

What?

It-It was like Carol's, only
huskier and full of hate.

Oh, it was awful.

Papers or no papers, I didn't
want to go in there, so I left.

Your memory is very
vivid, even after three years.

Three years? No, this was
only a couple of months ago.

Look, I know about
the plane crash...

and that she's supposed to be
dead, but all I know is what I heard.

Carol called her Barbara.

If she wasn't
Barbara, who was she?

A little more to the left.
Now, the cup over here.

Let's try to create space
in the center of the display.

Jessica, I thought you'd
be at the hospital with Carol.

She's sleeping. Oh, good.
That's fine. Thanks, Tom.

Well, I just left Doris. She seems
very happy with her new responsibilities.

She needs something
to keep her busy.

Oh, not Carol's job.
She's just filling in.

Expecting a new
trophy? Actually, we're

presenting one,
posthumously, to Brian East.

We'll keep the trophy in the club,
with Carol's permission, of course.

After all, this was the scene of
his last brilliant victory on the court.

It's odd that the fallen torch should be
snatched up by his vanquished opponent.

Yes, well... Yes. I—I
know. It's business.

Elliot, I don't want to be a pest, but
certain things have been troubling me.

Tell me, what do you remember
about Barbara McDermott?

She was a very sick girl.

By sick, I mean unstable.

Carol nearly went broke getting
her out of one scrape after another.

She brought her to Boston and
took her in after their parents died.

Oh, yes, in that terrible highway
accident near Cabot Cove. I remember.

Then finally, when Barbara was
admitted to that hospital in Westoverfield,

Carol made that 200-mile
round trip every Thursday,

rain or shine,
without complaint.

You don't happen to remember
the name of that hospital, do you?

Culver's a private hospital for
the treatment of mental illness.

Oh. I didn't know. Mmm.
Well, I'm Rosie. Can I help you?

Well, I hope so.

I do realize that all information regarding
patients is confidential. Strictly.

Well, the young woman that I'm inquiring
about was a patient here several years ago,

and her name was
Barbara McDermott.

Are you researching a
new book, Mrs. Fletcher?

- You know me?
- It's cool, it's cool. I'm a writer too.

Oh? Unpublished as
yet, but you’re so right.

Research gives a book
a realism that really grabs

a reader by his handle,
if you know what I mean.

Now, this place here, you are talkin'
major stories here. Hundreds of 'em.

Well, actually, I'm only
interested in just one.

Me? Well, I'm writing a
book about outer space.

That's where I'm
from. Originally, I mean.

Rosie, how long have
you been a patient here?

Long enough to have entered
every admission file into this computer,

and no one named Barbara
McDermott was ever treated here.

Could you possibly
double-check to make sure?

Oh, it's not necessary. I ran it through
yesterday for this guy from Boston.

- Lieutenant Travis.
- That's him! Right.

He got really interested
when I told him that...

That there was a
McDermott treated here in the

last five years, but her
name wasn't Barbara.

It was Carol.

Sergeant. There you are.

Sergeant, I just found out where Lieutenant
Travis went yesterday. Is that so?

Carol McDermott was an
outpatient at a mental hospital...

until the day of the plane
crash three years ago.

I hate to burst your bubble,
ma'am, but I know all about it.

Come on. There's
someone I want you to meet.

Thanks. I brought
somebody to see you.

Mrs. Fletcher. Yes?

You may not remember me. I'm
Barbara McDermott, Carol's sister.

When I was little, our mom
used to make Carol promise...

she'd take good care of me
if anything happened to her.

Carol gave it her best shot,

but I—I was a real handful.

I was wild. I thought I knew
it all. You name it, I tried it.

I guess the last straw came...

when I made an awful scene in
front of Carol's boss and his family.

The Fourth of July party
at the Racquet Club.

The next day, Carol
booted me out of the house.

She told me not to come back
until I got myself straightened out.

I guess she thought I'd
come crawling. Not me.

Oh, no. I took her
car and headed west.

That's when I picked up a
hitchhiker, a girl about my age.

I needed somebody
to tell my troubles to.

Well, she had some
troubles of her own...

and a switchblade knife.

She stole the car and my
money, with my purse and my I.D.

Then she was the one
who died in the plane crash.

I read about it the next day.

And you still didn't go home,
didn't even make a lousy phone call?

When I realized I was
dead, it was like being reborn.

I wanted to go
someplace and start over...

and forget all my
troubles with Carol.

That's terrific.

I thought she'd be glad to get
rid of me. I was messin' up her life.

Well, that's the truth.

What did you do then?

I thumbed rides, and I didn't
stop until I got to Seattle.

For a couple of years,
things weren't so good.

I was drinking more than ever.

And then a few months ago,

I—I got into this group,

and they're
straightening me out.

I have a job and
a nice place to live.

I've met a guy, and we're
talking about getting married.

Then you decided
to contact your sister.

It's part of the group that
I'm into— trying to square

things with people that
you’ve hurt in the past.

But I knew I couldn't do it by
phone. I knew I had to face her.

So I came back to Boston
last week. Last week?

Barbara, what happened
when you confronted Carol?

She acted... strange,

like she couldn't accept it
was really me standing there,

uh, like she didn't
believe I was her sister.

Anyway, that's when I left.

But you tried to get in touch
with her again two nights later...

after Brian East's death.

I heard about it on
the radio, and— How...

I answered the
phone. You hung up.

You? I thought it was
just Carol being spooky.

Spooky?

Look, I've told you all I know.

I found these notes of
Pat Travis's in his desk.

He talked to the head
shrink at the hospital.

It seems that Carol felt inadequate
to the job of taking care of Barbara,

not like her parents would have
done, had they remained alive.

Yes, I see. "Although he never
treated her after the loss of her sister,

"the doctor imagines Carol's
guilt was overwhelming.

"Her probable reasoning—

If she hadn't tossed Barbara out of
the house, Barbara would still be alive."

Keep reading.

"It's possible Carol dealt with it by
refusing to admit Barbara was dead,

keeping her alive in her mind."

And if Barbara showed up alive,
how could she acknowledge her?

Casebook schizophrenia.

Maybe. But even so, there's
no proof that Carol killed anyone.

No. Not Carol killing someone,
Mrs. Fletcher. Excuse me.

What is it?

Okay, let's go.

Sergeant?

Someone called Carol
McDermott at the hospital.

She slipped out...
maybe an hour ago.

It's open.

She may be in there waiting,
like she was for Travis.

Go around the back. Okay.

Good Lord!

She's gone berserk.

She's finally snapped.

The other personality— Barbara—
Finally got the upper hand.

Nobody here, but I found
this dynamite in the kitchen.

Get on the horn
and issue an A.P.B.

Carol McDermott,
presumed dangerous.

Excuse me,
Sergeant, but didn't you

thoroughly search the house...

when Lieutenant
Travis was murdered?

- We went over this place with a tweezer.
- But you didn't find any dynamite then.

- Why did you suddenly find it now?
- Because she had it hidden.

Then why suddenly unhide it?

Mrs. Fletcher, this is not
advice. This is an order.

Now, stay out of this!

We're dealing with a person who is
not only dangerous, but desperate.

I'm afraid we are.

So I throw down
my racket, right?

And I go over to the chair and I start
yellin' real loud so everybody can hear.

Including the Prince of Wales,
Lady Di and half of the royal family.

So he says to me— he says,

"Resume play, sir, or I
shall find you in contempt."

I says, "Fella, you couldn't
find a bowling ball in a teacup."

And then he starts
reading me the riot act...

Tradition of the games,
civility of gentlemen.

I mean, can you believe
that? From a country

whose big claim to
fame is warm beer.

To tennis. Excuse me.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher.
Would you care to join us?

Oh, I'm sorry, but this is urgent.
I'm looking for Carol McDermott.

Yeah, you and that
homicide cop. He just

called, said to call
him back if she showed.

- But we're leaving.
- Well, have you seen Elliot Robinson?

Are you kidding?
This place is deserted.

We closed this bar
up about an hour ago.

Jessica. What are
you doing here?

- Looking for you, Elliot.
- For me? Why? What's wrong?

Today you removed a
photograph from the trophy case...

that I had noticed the
night that Brian was killed.

What are you talking about?

It showed you posing
with your wife and your

daughter three years
ago, on the Fourth of July.

I was rearranging
the decorations.

In the background
were two blurred figures.

One of them was Carol,
and the other was Barbara.

So what? Your
daughter lied to me, Elliot.

Doris told me she didn't know Barbara
McDermott, that she'd never met her.

She made a mistake.

It was no mistake, Elliot, or you
wouldn't have removed the picture...

because you knew what
else she had told me...

A desperate lie about
hearing Carol pleading

with Barbara in their
kitchen two months ago.

Oh, please. But I wasn't supposed
to believe that it was Barbara.

Doris wanted me to believe it
was Carol pretending to be Barbara,

a tormented Carol on
the verge of a breakdown,

which is why you made sure both Lieutenant
Travis and I ended up at that sanitarium.

You wanted us to learn of
Carol's psychiatric treatment.

You wanted Carol to take the blame
for setting the bomb in her own car.

You wanted us to believe that it was
the Barbara side of her personality...

that had tried to kill Carol.

And why would I do that?

To protect someone that
you couldn't bear to lose.

You'd already trashed Carol's house,
planted the dynamite and that red wig...

to convince everyone that
poor Carol was the mad killer.

Then you called her at the
hospital and arranged to—to what?

Meet her on the outside?
To take her where?

Really, Jessica,
this is preposterous.

- Where is she, Elliot?
- Look, you're upset.

Let's go somewhere,
and we'll talk it out, huh?

What the hell's going
on here, Elliot? She

tells me she's looking
for Carol McDermott.

The cops are looking for her.

I'm pulling out of the
parking lot, and the guard

wants to know whether
you and Carol are still here.

- Then she is here.
- No.

Oh, come on. He saw you
drive in together a half hour ago.

Oh, no! Oh!

There's still time! Call an
ambulance and the police.

This is an emergency.

I didn't want to
do it. I had to.

To protect Doris.

I found the dynamite,

and when I confronted Doris
with it, she told me everything.

She has this hate for
Carol. Sick. Psychotic.

She loved Brian, and then when Carol
took him away, something snapped.

She put that bomb in Carol's car, and
then when Brian was killed in her place...

Go on, Mr. Robinson.

The next day, she went
back to the house to find Carol,

to finish the job.

She took a knife
from the kitchen and—

And started up the stairs,

when she heard the
front door start to open.

She ducked into
the closet and waited.

Through the crack she
recognized Lieutenant Travis.

She knew that if Travis found her
there, he'd put everything together,

so she stabbed him and ran out.

And when Carol came home,
she caught a glimpse of Doris.

A trick of light or her emotions
made her think that it was Barbara.

My only hope was to make
you think Carol was crazy.

I had no idea Barbara
was really alive.

Where is Doris now? Home.

I have a nurse with
her. She's sedated.

I know I should have
told you, but I couldn't.

You see, she's all I had left.

- I'll need a statement.
- Of course.

Mrs. Fletcher,
she'd like to see you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Oh, don't be silly.

Oh, I feel like such a fool.

Elliot called me
at the hospital,

said there was something very
important he had to talk to me about.

And we drove here to the
club, and he fixed me a drink.

Yes, I know.

And that's the last
thing I remember.

Jessica, there are so many
things I have to sort out.

Barbara.

You know, she tried
very hard to protect you.

She was very concerned.

I'd like to see her.

Oh, I think you two are going to
see a great deal of each other...

for a long, long time to come.