Tucker's Witch (1982–1983): Season 1, Episode 10 - Formula for Revenge - full transcript
- Good morning, sir.
Won't you try a sample of Pierre Jolie's
latest cologne for men?
- Merci.
Cologne.
Not very subtle.
Oh, no.
- Quick, call a doctor.
This man just had a heart attack.
- You are on a highway
with a passing lane.
There is no oncoming traffic for 500 feet.
It is safe to pass on
the left, on the right,
or on the shoulder.
- Oh, well.
On the left.
- Right.
- Right?
- No, you're right.
- Oh, left is right.
- That's correct.
- Oh.
- You got it all.
- It's the driving I'm worried about.
I really think I need more practice.
- No problem.
I'll take you out again tomorrow morning.
Kitty, kitty.
- I always promised your father
that I would get my driver's license.
I'm trying, John.
- Oh, Mom.
Don't worry, you will be fine.
Now, remember what you always told me.
If you believe in yourself,
you can do anything.
- Well, mothers always say that.
it's in the mother's handbook.
- Hi, baby.
How's my hungry boy?
- Anything interesting?
- Eh, just the usual.
Bills, contracts, bills,
subscription renewals, bills.
- I hate the ones with the little windows.
- Wow.
This one smells terrific.
- We know anyone named M.
Gerard in Hancock Park?
- Not that I know of.
Rick, I'm picking up something.
- Hmm?
- Pyramids.
And a strange, dark woman.
She's Egyptian.
No, no, no, no.
She's an actress.
Oh, she's an Egyptian actress.
- With a name like Gerard?
- I'm not sure about the actress part,
but I still say she's Egyptian.
- Well, in the first
place, her name is Maurice.
- Doesn't sound very Egyptian to me, dear.
- Listen to this.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Tucker.
If you have not heard to the contrary
by the time this letter
reaches you, I will be dead.
In that event, I wish
you to find my murderer.
Posthumously yours, Maurice Gerard.
- Well, we certainly haven't
heard to the contrary, have we?
- Sounds very scary to me.
- Think we should take the case?
- Hey, we've already been hired.
- Wow.
- Yes?
- Uh, Mrs. Gerard?
- There is no Mrs. Gerard.
I'm the housekeeper.
- Well, is Mr. Gerard in by any chance?
- Mr. Gerard passed away Friday.
Well, certainly looks
like his handwriting.
But you know, Mr. Gerard had
a strange sense of humor.
And a taste for the
exotic, as you can see.
- Rick, it's all Egyptian.
- Egypt was his passion.
- Mrs. Flanigan, how did he die?
- They say it was a heart attack,
but the man was strong as an ox.
He used to walk to work
five miles every day.
From here to Wilshire,
then down to the mall
to check out the perfumes in the store,
and over to his office.
I suppose it was the stress of his work.
- Mrs. Flanigan, what
kind of work did he do?
- He was a perfumer.
He created new perfumes for his company
The House of Fragrance.
- Can you think
of anybody who'd want
to murder your partner?
- Maurice?
Everybody loved that man.
Unless it was for Revenge.
- Well then, he did have enemies.
- No, no.
The formula Revenge.
That was a new perfume he was working on
for the Countess Macini line.
They're going to call it Revenge.
- Why would anyone kill
for a perfume formula?
- It's worth millions
to the perfumer who wins
the Macini contract.
- Oh, I guess people are killed for less.
- Are you the chief chemist here, Mr.?
- Whitewood.
- Maurice grabbed him
right out of Caltech.
- He taught me everything.
- Well, except for the
one thing you can't teach.
In this business they call it a nose.
- I guess you have to be
born with that, don't you?
- Afraid so.
- It must be frustrating for you
not to have this so-called nose.
- That's life.
- Beatrice, you've been
partners for 28 years.
- Uh-huh.
- And he wouldn't trust you
with the combination to the safe?
- Maurice guarded his precious formulas
like they were plans for the nuclear sub.
I only hope he kept a copy
of his formula in the safe.
- Don't worry, it's there.
- How do you know?
You clairvoyant or something?
- Or something.
- She gets feelings.
- It's open.
- It is here.
Ah, the old fool.
We were supposed to deliver
this formula tomorrow.
- It's not the formula?
- More of his security games.
Riddles, yet.
- Rosetta Stone holds key to Revenge.
- The Rosetta Stone?
- It's the stone tablet that provided
the means of deciphering--
- Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Yeah, I know, Ron.
I was just wondering,
why the Rosetta Stone?
- He based a small part
of the Revenge formula
on an ancient Egyptian
perfume recipe he found.
Had it translated from hieroglyphics.
Excuse me.
- Rick, more Egyptian.
- You know, your wife's a little spooky.
- Oh, you get used to it.
- Honey, are you sure you need me?
I mean, I can take a cab to Macini's,
get a list of Revenge competitors.
- It'll just take a second.
- I could keep the ball rolling.
You know what I mean?
- Yo, Stucky!
- Slow day.
What can I do for ya?
- You got a guy named Maurice Gerard here?
- Oh, yeah.
Number 24.
French guy.
Heart attack, right?
Yeah, we've been keeping him cool
until his family comes from Paris.
Do you wanna see him?
- Huh?
No, no, I don't.
- You done an autopsy on him?
- No.
- Stucky, I sure would like to see one.
- You can't do that without
a relative's permission.
- You can if there's
suspicion of foul play.
- So, go talk to the coroner.
- You're the one with
the nephew in priorities.
- Can you tell me why I should
do this for this character?
- Oh, yes, I can.
Because of your deep,
personal relationship
and all you've meant to
each other over the years.
- I knew there was a reason.
Check back tomorrow.
- Thanks, Stucky.
- Bye, Stucky.
- What's your
interest in this guy anyway?
- He's a client.
Honey, what do you think would happen
if I wore an outfit like that?
- You'd get
great service at a bank.
- Oh, no.
That'll be fine.
Goodbye.
- Uh, an entire ad campaign for Revenge
and you don't even have a
perfume to go with it yet?
- First the concept, Mrs. Tucker,
then the perfume to fit it.
That may be our hottest campaign yet.
- Mr. Leopold, is this the
complete list of companies
competing for the Revenge contract?
- Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Those six.
Of course, we were counting on Maurice
to come up with another winner.
Greatest nose in the business.
Do you really think he was murdered?
- Well, we'll know for sure tomorrow
when we get the autopsy report back.
- Autopsy?
What if it confirms he
died of a heart attack?
- Well, we'll still think
that Mr. Gerard was murdered.
- Why is that?
- He told us he was.
Thanks, Mr. Leopold.
- No problem.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Yes?
- Max Leopold is on the line.
- Hello?
- We've got to talk.
They're going to do an autopsy on Gerard.
- Don't worry.
I'll have the formula
prepared by tomorrow.
One o'clock?
- Good.
Same place.
Bring a sample.
- Who stands to benefit?
I checked the will and Maurice's
royalties go to charity,
so Beatrice wouldn't benefit.
You know, you are in check, remember?
- I know, I know.
- And then there was
that small cash bequest
to what's her name?
- Agatha Hinks of Eagle Rock.
- Yeah.
Sounds like a maiden aunt.
- She's an actress.
- Agatha Hinks?
- No.
No, somebody else.
I don't know.
- I'll have Marcia check her out.
Whoop.
Time's up.
You are so cute.
And it's still your move.
- Okay.
You are giving me your queen,
or so you'd like me to believe.
However, if I go there, you go there.
If I do that, I can't do that.
What does Dickens think?
Hi, honey.
Oh.
Wait a minute.
Rick, Dickens thinks we should concentrate
on the Rosetta Stone.
You know, I think I'll
stop by Gerard's home,
see if there's a lead in
his Egyptian collection.
- I am going to check with Stucky.
And of course, Agatha Hinks.
- Of course.
Okay, okay.
I mean...
I'm going to take her.
Viola.
- Did Dickens
help you with that move?
- No, I did that all by myself.
- Wonderful.
Pawn takes rook.
Checkmate.
- Uh-huh.
Rick, I'm tired of playing games.
- Me, too.
How about some atmosphere?
- Your move.
- Will you stop worrying, Max?
It'll take a sharp coroner
to identify the toxin I used.
And even if they do, they'll
never trace it to me.
We've got bigger problems.
- Is this your idea of a joke?
- No, the old man's.
He had a real cute sense of humor.
Said he was bringing in
the real formula that day.
I figured he had the real one on him.
- You killed him for nothing.
- We killed him, Max.
- Now, you look.
I've done my part.
I set up a dummy company so we
could cash in on this thing,
but if you're gonna blow it, I want out.
- Max, we're both tired of watching others
make the big money.
Relax.
The old man left a clue.
I think I know where he
hid the real notebook now,
but you'll have to put
off awarding the contract.
- I can postpone it for
48 hours, but that's it.
- But Mr. Gerard always
paid his bills on time.
It can't be three months overdue.
- I'm sorry, ma'am, but
unless you provide a receipt
or have payment in our
office by five o'clock,
we will be forced to shut
off your water and power.
- Oh.
- Mrs. Flanigan?
Mrs. Flanigan?
- Who do
you think you're fooling?
The people of this state have had it
with your promises, Senator.
And it's time for action, not words.
- It's all
very well for you to say.
With simple modifications,
it'll hold 40 people per car.
But we do not have the
luxury of time or money
for simple modifications that'll
cost us in the neighborhood
of $350,000.
- So, what'd you find out?
- Was he much for gardening?
- Come on, Stucky.
I'm parked in a loading zone.
- You see that spot on his wrist?
- Yeah.
- CPT.
- I'm glad to hear it.
What's CPT?
- For your elucidation, young man,
CPT is a highly toxic insecticide.
- Yeah?
How toxic?
- You can see for yourself.
In less than seven minutes,
one drop absorbed through
the skin and.
Looks just like a heart attack.
You want a beer?
Club soda?
Nectarine?
I've got some lovely nectarines.
- No, thanks.
Yeah, maybe I will.
Stucky, if this CPT is so
lethal, how do you get the stuff?
It must be under government control.
- Yes, sir.
You've gotta be registered
to buy, or sell, CPT.
Tell you anything?
- Yeah.
It tells me this guy was murdered.
Thanks, Stucky.
- It's your wife.
- Hiya, toots.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.
Are you all right?
Look, meet me at the Sterling Mall.
I'll tell you when I see you.
Okay, be careful.
- Now, Rick, it's been on my mind.
If this client of yours is
a client of mine, you know?
How are you getting paid?
- He already paid us Monday.
- But he died Friday.
- Yeah.
It's weird, isn't it?
- The trouble is, I never
got to see his face.
- You should've had your gun.
- I know.
I left it in my other purse.
Well, it didn't match my outfit.
- Oh, boy.
So, Beatrice has got the formula?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Good.
- She's mixing up another batch right now.
What are you doing?
- Gotta keep walking.
The coroner said it took seven
minutes for the toxin to act,
so I'm retracing Maurice's steps
back from where he dropped dead.
And this should be it.
- Rick, look.
- Right.
Remember, Mrs. Flanigan
said he stopped by the store
on the way to work.
- To check out the perfumes.
- I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but there was no perfume sample girl
on the floor last Friday morning.
That was Ms. Adams' day off.
- Ms. Petrossian, maybe
there was a substitute?
- We have no substitute.
And please, call me Norma.
- Well, somebody sprayed his wrist, Norma.
- Uh.
Norma, you have a security system here.
Does that include video cameras?
- I'm really not at liberty to say.
- Aw, come on.
This could be important.
- How important?
- Well.
- I'm home after seven.
- Look, we have reason to believe
that a serious crime was committed here.
I would love to, but I'm married.
- A crime?
What kind of crime?
Listen, I really don't mind.
But you do, huh?
- Rick.
- Norma, we really
need that video tape.
You can talk to security, can't you?
- With those eyes, how could I say no?
- Oh, you're great.
That's a better angle there.
That's him, that's Maurice Gerard.
- There she is.
That's our mystery girl.
- Well, she certainly plays her part well.
- He seems to like her all right.
- She's likable.
Let's get a better look.
- I checked all the phone
books, the DMV, everything.
There's no Agatha Hinks listed anywhere.
- What about unlisted or old listings?
- Nada.
- Check the Hall of Records.
Agatha Hinks, Agatha Hinks.
I've changed my mind.
She's not a spinster aunt,
she's a meter maid who
gave Maurice a break
when his time ran out.
Maurice remembered those things.
How could someone with a face
like this be a murderess?
- Remember Mata Hari.
- Yeah, good point.
Also, Lucrezia Borgia.
- The Hall of Records, please.
- Salle Mae.
- Yeah, her, too.
- No, that's the perfume
girl's name, Salle Mae Lipton.
I found her.
- What'd you do, flip open the phone book
and look her up under gorgeous?
- No, no, not the phone book.
The actor's index.
Agatha Hinks may not be an
actress, but Salle Mae Lipton is.
- Salle Mae Lipton?
- You said that she played
her part well, so I figured.
If you wanted to kill
someone that way so close up,
you'd want to hire an accomplice
who could play the part,
like an actress.
- I've never heard of her.
- How about you, Mr. Whitewood?
You recognize her?
- Nope.
Sorry.
Thanks, Paul.
- New formula ready?
- Mm-hmm.
- I've been watching
over Ronald every step,
like a mother hen.
Ah.
I don't believe it.
- What's the matter?
It's another one of
Maurice's red herrings.
- Oh, sure smells like one.
Well, so much for Maurice
and his Rosetta Stone.
- Mm-hmm.
- Everything was riding on that formula.
Whoever killed Maurice must've gotten away
with the real one.
We might as well close shop.
- No, no, hang in there.
I've got a feeling we're gonna come up
with the real formula yet.
We have a solid link to
who the murderer is now
and all we've gotta do is track her down.
- Well, you better hurry up and find her.
Max Leopold has only extended
the deadline for two days.
- I'm still here.
Yes, yes, I'll hold.
Hi.
- Hiya, toots.
Hi.
- What is that?
- Eucalyptus.
I was giving your mother
another driving lesson.
She made me stop and cut
these for the office.
She said they would smell good.
Now, what do I put 'em in?
- When did you have the time?
- On the way to the
Department of Agriculture
to find out about the CPT.
- Rick.
Any luck?
- I got a list of all
the places that sell CPT.
The nearest one is in Pasadena.
Where's Marcia?
- Where you sent her,
to the Hall of Records
to check on Agatha Hinks.
- Agatha Hinks.
- Hello?
- Agatha Hinks.
- Hello?
- See, Maurice was an alcoholic
and Agatha Hinks of The
Women's Temperance League
got him to give it up.
Ah.
Maurice never forgot.
- Gave up on the meter maid, huh?
Yes.
Thank you.
- Any luck with Salle Mae Lipton?
- I got her phone number and her address.
- Ooh.
Where?
Where'd you get this?
- Podell in Vice.
- Thanks for lunch and the little bonus.
It was only a phone call.
- Call it a token of my appreciation.
Have you tried the perfume?
- I'm trying it right now.
It's heavenly.
- That's just the beginning.
You free for dinner?
- Oh, I can't tonight.
I've got a date with some Texas oil man.
He's already on his way over.
- So, we'll make it tomorrow night.
- Sure.
And any other time you want.
- Hi there, sugar.
How you doing?
Hope I'm not too late.
Looks like I am.
- And to brake from 25 miles per hour?
- Uh, 61 and 7/10th feet.
- Perfect.
- Mm, what do we have here?
A bake sale, or what?
- Oh, Mother's worried about
her driving test today.
She always bakes when she's nervous.
- Just before Amanda was born,
I baked 19 pumpkin pies
and one pound cake.
I ran out of pumpkins.
- What kind of pies are these?
- Apple.
All apple.
- And what are we going
to do with 10 apple pies?
- Oh, no, 12, 12.
I'm going to bake two more.
- I'll get it.
Hello?
Yo, Stucky.
What'd you find out?
- Hi.
- Hi, Marcia.
- Hi, Marcia.
- Should I ask about these pies?
- No.
- Come on.
What do you got?
- Are you ready?
- Yeah.
- The address for Agatha Hinks.
- Terrific.
- Yeah, Stucky.
Thanks.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
How do you feel about homemade apple pie?
You got one.
I'll bring it by.
That was Stucky.
He found traces of CPT in
Salle Mae Lipton's blood.
Same as Maurice.
- Well, things are
really falling together.
Come on.
- Come on?
Where?
- Have I got a surprise for you.
- Ooh.
That's Agatha Hinks?
- No.
- That's Agatha Hinks?
- Nope.
This is Agatha Hinks.
Professionally known as Rosetta Stone.
- That's it, Martha.
Rotate those hips, honey.
Good, Helen.
Now, this is much more fun than aerobics.
You get to exercise and
drive your husband crazy.
- It looks like it's very good
for the abdominal muscles.
- Yeah, yeah.
Maybe you should sign
up for a few lessons.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Does he belong to you?
- Yes.
Yes, he does.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- Are you interested in some lessons?
- No.
No, actually, we came to talk to you.
- Maurice Gerard sent us.
- Oh.
You must be the Tuckers.
He said that if you were
good enough to find me,
you'd be good enough to solve this case.
Of course, I didn't know he meant
his own murder at the time.
- Well then, from what you're saying,
Maurice never carried
the real formula on him.
- Oh, no way.
I was waiting for his phone
call to deliver the envelope
the day he died.
Funny guy.
Oh, but he was real good to me.
Set me up in this business.
He loved belly dancing.
He gave me the name Rosetta Stone.
- How do we know this is it?
- Because Maurice left us a clue.
- Well, what's it say?
- Dear Mr. and Mrs. Tucker, this is it.
- What's your problem?
- You killed the girl, Salle Mae.
- The Tuckers were on to her.
I would've been the next stop.
Then you, Max.
- The Tuckers again.
All right, now look.
This is it.
I leave for San Francisco in one hour.
You have got until I get back tomorrow.
If you don't have it by
then, I can't stall anymore.
I'm gonna have to give that
contract to another company.
- Take it easy.
The Tuckers have done us a favor.
They found the real formula.
They're bringing it in this afternoon.
- And just how is that going to help us?
Beatrice will start making
that formula immediately.
- Not if she has an equipment failure.
- Two weeks ago, somebody
broke into the Pasadena office
of the Department of Agriculture.
They took enough CPT to kill
off every roach in Detroit.
- Guess who worked for the
Department of Agriculture
in Pasadena while he was
a student at Caltech?
- Ronald Whitewood.
- Yeah.
Do you remember when he smelled
that phony perfume sample?
He seemed almost happy.
So, I had Marcia check him out.
- How could he expect to pull this off?
I mean...
Suddenly the day before
the competition ends,
he comes up with a winning formula.
- That's right.
He'd be a prime suspect, wouldn't he?
- Unless...
Unless he doesn't claim
the formula for himself.
He slips it to another
company for a payoff.
- Now, all you gotta do is prove it.
- Well, maybe we can lure him.
- We certainly have the bait.
- How long is it going to take?
- Bea, it'll have to wait
till tomorrow morning.
- Oh, that's cutting it too close.
Start now.
- I can't.
The condenser's down.
- Fix it.
- We will.
There's plenty of time.
- Oh, I wouldn't do that, Ronald.
This has become a very dangerous document.
- Mm-hmm.
Two people have been killed for this
and you're a young man, Ronald.
- That's right.
We wouldn't want anything
to happen to him.
This time, I'm pulling a Maurice.
I'm the only one who has the
combination to that baby.
- Paul, would you check
and see if the tubing's in?
- The condenser is down?
- Mm-hmm.
Ronald can't make a try for the book
with all these people around.
- Well, if he's gonna make his move,
it's gotta be tonight, doesn't it?
- Mm-hmm.
And we'll be waiting for him.
- Are you going to be okay?
- What?
Oh.
Well, I was until you asked.
- We'll see you at home later, okay?
- Home, by myself?
- Mom, of course.
You're going to have your license by then.
- What if I don't pass?
- Mother, you are going to pass.
Just relax.
- Okay.
- Now, anything goes wrong,
give Marcia a call on the car phone.
We'll come back and pick you up.
- Marcia, we're never, never
gonna get there by then.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
- Well, call Max Leopold back
and tell him we're gonna be late.
Okay, bye.
- Honey, what is the rush?
- Marcia called.
Max Leopold wants us to meet him
at the Sunlight Amphitheater.
He said it's urgent.
- Why there?
- He's shooting a commercial
for the Revenge ad campaign.
He thinks he knows who the killer is.
- So do we.
- Unless Max Leopold knows
something we don't know.
- My name is Davies.
You have a hundred points
at the start of this test.
For each driving error,
points will be taken off.
Failure on any maneuver
is grounds for the ending of the test.
I need your signature on
here, please, if you would.
- Certainly.
- Okay.
- Look, I have to talk to Mr. Leopold.
Well, can't you get a message to him
up at the Sunlight Theater?
Where he's shooting the commercial.
Out of town?
He can't have left for San
Francisco this morning.
I just talked to him half an hour ago.
Well, who was the person...
Oh, no.
- Are you sure they're
filming a commercial here?
Everything looks locked up.
- Well, let's check over there.
- This is mobile operator.
6-3-9-2 doesn't answer.
- Operator, would you try 555-8744?
- Oh, dear.
That could be important.
May I?
- Don't mind me.
- Thanks.
Hello?
No, Marcia.
They're not here,
they're in the other car.
- Oh, I tried the other car.
They're not answering.
- Oh, something wrong?
- Mrs. Hobbes, the light.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
- I think they're headed
into some kind of a trap.
I'm gonna call the police.
- Mrs. Hobbes.
- I'm not far from the theater.
I could warn them.
- Oh, no.
Ellen, don't go near there.
- Mrs. Hobbes, I must warn you.
- Marcia, those are the two
people I love most in the world.
I'm on my way.
I'm sorry, Mr., uh.
- Davies, yes.
- Davies, yes.
But this is an emergency.
- The light!
- I know, Mr. Davies, I know.
Always obey the traffic signals.
- You know what?
- What?
- My thumbs are pricking.
- What's that mean?
- By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes.
- Oh, that's, um, um.
- Macbeth.
- Yeah.
- Rick, I am getting something.
A knife.
Somebody in here has got a knife.
- Maybe he has a knife, too.
Hey, Ron!
You looking for Revenge?
- Honey, aren't we a
little light on artillery?
- Yeah, you got a point.
Here, keep him distracted.
- Okay.
- Mrs. Hobbes, drop me at
the corner here, please.
Whoa.
- Sound your
horn as a safety warning
and at no other time.
- Pretty sore loser, aren't you, Ronald?
You know that notebook we put in the safe?
It's a phony!
Just another red herring!
- I don't believe it!
- We've got the real book!
We hid it!
You kill us, you'll
never find the formula!
Are you all right?
- Boy, this isn't my day.
- Come on.
- Parking lot.
- Always signal during at
least the last hundred feet.
- Anywhere along here would be fine.
- Shh.
Hold on.
- Look out!
- All right, Mr. Davies.
We're almost there.
- Look out!
- Hey, take care of this guy, will ya?
He kills people.
- Mother, are you all right?
- Yes.
Are you all right?
- What are you doing here?
- Well, I was out taking my driving test
and Marcia said you were in
trouble, so I came to warn you.
This is Mr., uh.
- Davies.
- Davies, my driving examiner.
- How do you do?
- Hello.
- I flunked, didn't I?
- With flying colors.
- Oh, Rick.
This is Mr. Davies, my driving examiner.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- I flunked my test.
- Oh.
Look, Mr. Davies.
You gotta understand we
had a situation here.
My mother-in-law, she was
just trying to help us out.
She prevented that killer from escaping.
- I did?
- Yes, you two are heroes.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Right.
Okay.
Look, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you call me and
take your driver's test
again next week, okay?
But call me in advance.
I wanna wear my flak jacket.
- Don't you wanna drive back?
- No, thanks.
- Mr. Davies, how do you
like homemade apple pie?
- No, thanks.
- What'd you do to him?
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
Are you all right?
- So, apparently Ronald and Max
did set up a dummy corporation.
They planned to sell the formula
to the Countess Macini through it.
- Mm, not bad.
- Max has been charged as a co-conspirator
in Maurice's murder.
Beatrice won the Macini contract.
- Revenge is sweet.
- Huh?
- This perfume.
Beatrice sent us a sample.
- Hmm.
Well, give us a sniff.
- What's the verdict?
- Elegant, sophisticated, sensual,
and just a hint of the great outdoors.
- All of that in one perfume?
- Who's talking about the perfume?
- You mean me?
Elegant?
Sophisticated.
- Sensual.
Won't you try a sample of Pierre Jolie's
latest cologne for men?
- Merci.
Cologne.
Not very subtle.
Oh, no.
- Quick, call a doctor.
This man just had a heart attack.
- You are on a highway
with a passing lane.
There is no oncoming traffic for 500 feet.
It is safe to pass on
the left, on the right,
or on the shoulder.
- Oh, well.
On the left.
- Right.
- Right?
- No, you're right.
- Oh, left is right.
- That's correct.
- Oh.
- You got it all.
- It's the driving I'm worried about.
I really think I need more practice.
- No problem.
I'll take you out again tomorrow morning.
Kitty, kitty.
- I always promised your father
that I would get my driver's license.
I'm trying, John.
- Oh, Mom.
Don't worry, you will be fine.
Now, remember what you always told me.
If you believe in yourself,
you can do anything.
- Well, mothers always say that.
it's in the mother's handbook.
- Hi, baby.
How's my hungry boy?
- Anything interesting?
- Eh, just the usual.
Bills, contracts, bills,
subscription renewals, bills.
- I hate the ones with the little windows.
- Wow.
This one smells terrific.
- We know anyone named M.
Gerard in Hancock Park?
- Not that I know of.
Rick, I'm picking up something.
- Hmm?
- Pyramids.
And a strange, dark woman.
She's Egyptian.
No, no, no, no.
She's an actress.
Oh, she's an Egyptian actress.
- With a name like Gerard?
- I'm not sure about the actress part,
but I still say she's Egyptian.
- Well, in the first
place, her name is Maurice.
- Doesn't sound very Egyptian to me, dear.
- Listen to this.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Tucker.
If you have not heard to the contrary
by the time this letter
reaches you, I will be dead.
In that event, I wish
you to find my murderer.
Posthumously yours, Maurice Gerard.
- Well, we certainly haven't
heard to the contrary, have we?
- Sounds very scary to me.
- Think we should take the case?
- Hey, we've already been hired.
- Wow.
- Yes?
- Uh, Mrs. Gerard?
- There is no Mrs. Gerard.
I'm the housekeeper.
- Well, is Mr. Gerard in by any chance?
- Mr. Gerard passed away Friday.
Well, certainly looks
like his handwriting.
But you know, Mr. Gerard had
a strange sense of humor.
And a taste for the
exotic, as you can see.
- Rick, it's all Egyptian.
- Egypt was his passion.
- Mrs. Flanigan, how did he die?
- They say it was a heart attack,
but the man was strong as an ox.
He used to walk to work
five miles every day.
From here to Wilshire,
then down to the mall
to check out the perfumes in the store,
and over to his office.
I suppose it was the stress of his work.
- Mrs. Flanigan, what
kind of work did he do?
- He was a perfumer.
He created new perfumes for his company
The House of Fragrance.
- Can you think
of anybody who'd want
to murder your partner?
- Maurice?
Everybody loved that man.
Unless it was for Revenge.
- Well then, he did have enemies.
- No, no.
The formula Revenge.
That was a new perfume he was working on
for the Countess Macini line.
They're going to call it Revenge.
- Why would anyone kill
for a perfume formula?
- It's worth millions
to the perfumer who wins
the Macini contract.
- Oh, I guess people are killed for less.
- Are you the chief chemist here, Mr.?
- Whitewood.
- Maurice grabbed him
right out of Caltech.
- He taught me everything.
- Well, except for the
one thing you can't teach.
In this business they call it a nose.
- I guess you have to be
born with that, don't you?
- Afraid so.
- It must be frustrating for you
not to have this so-called nose.
- That's life.
- Beatrice, you've been
partners for 28 years.
- Uh-huh.
- And he wouldn't trust you
with the combination to the safe?
- Maurice guarded his precious formulas
like they were plans for the nuclear sub.
I only hope he kept a copy
of his formula in the safe.
- Don't worry, it's there.
- How do you know?
You clairvoyant or something?
- Or something.
- She gets feelings.
- It's open.
- It is here.
Ah, the old fool.
We were supposed to deliver
this formula tomorrow.
- It's not the formula?
- More of his security games.
Riddles, yet.
- Rosetta Stone holds key to Revenge.
- The Rosetta Stone?
- It's the stone tablet that provided
the means of deciphering--
- Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Yeah, I know, Ron.
I was just wondering,
why the Rosetta Stone?
- He based a small part
of the Revenge formula
on an ancient Egyptian
perfume recipe he found.
Had it translated from hieroglyphics.
Excuse me.
- Rick, more Egyptian.
- You know, your wife's a little spooky.
- Oh, you get used to it.
- Honey, are you sure you need me?
I mean, I can take a cab to Macini's,
get a list of Revenge competitors.
- It'll just take a second.
- I could keep the ball rolling.
You know what I mean?
- Yo, Stucky!
- Slow day.
What can I do for ya?
- You got a guy named Maurice Gerard here?
- Oh, yeah.
Number 24.
French guy.
Heart attack, right?
Yeah, we've been keeping him cool
until his family comes from Paris.
Do you wanna see him?
- Huh?
No, no, I don't.
- You done an autopsy on him?
- No.
- Stucky, I sure would like to see one.
- You can't do that without
a relative's permission.
- You can if there's
suspicion of foul play.
- So, go talk to the coroner.
- You're the one with
the nephew in priorities.
- Can you tell me why I should
do this for this character?
- Oh, yes, I can.
Because of your deep,
personal relationship
and all you've meant to
each other over the years.
- I knew there was a reason.
Check back tomorrow.
- Thanks, Stucky.
- Bye, Stucky.
- What's your
interest in this guy anyway?
- He's a client.
Honey, what do you think would happen
if I wore an outfit like that?
- You'd get
great service at a bank.
- Oh, no.
That'll be fine.
Goodbye.
- Uh, an entire ad campaign for Revenge
and you don't even have a
perfume to go with it yet?
- First the concept, Mrs. Tucker,
then the perfume to fit it.
That may be our hottest campaign yet.
- Mr. Leopold, is this the
complete list of companies
competing for the Revenge contract?
- Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Those six.
Of course, we were counting on Maurice
to come up with another winner.
Greatest nose in the business.
Do you really think he was murdered?
- Well, we'll know for sure tomorrow
when we get the autopsy report back.
- Autopsy?
What if it confirms he
died of a heart attack?
- Well, we'll still think
that Mr. Gerard was murdered.
- Why is that?
- He told us he was.
Thanks, Mr. Leopold.
- No problem.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Yes?
- Max Leopold is on the line.
- Hello?
- We've got to talk.
They're going to do an autopsy on Gerard.
- Don't worry.
I'll have the formula
prepared by tomorrow.
One o'clock?
- Good.
Same place.
Bring a sample.
- Who stands to benefit?
I checked the will and Maurice's
royalties go to charity,
so Beatrice wouldn't benefit.
You know, you are in check, remember?
- I know, I know.
- And then there was
that small cash bequest
to what's her name?
- Agatha Hinks of Eagle Rock.
- Yeah.
Sounds like a maiden aunt.
- She's an actress.
- Agatha Hinks?
- No.
No, somebody else.
I don't know.
- I'll have Marcia check her out.
Whoop.
Time's up.
You are so cute.
And it's still your move.
- Okay.
You are giving me your queen,
or so you'd like me to believe.
However, if I go there, you go there.
If I do that, I can't do that.
What does Dickens think?
Hi, honey.
Oh.
Wait a minute.
Rick, Dickens thinks we should concentrate
on the Rosetta Stone.
You know, I think I'll
stop by Gerard's home,
see if there's a lead in
his Egyptian collection.
- I am going to check with Stucky.
And of course, Agatha Hinks.
- Of course.
Okay, okay.
I mean...
I'm going to take her.
Viola.
- Did Dickens
help you with that move?
- No, I did that all by myself.
- Wonderful.
Pawn takes rook.
Checkmate.
- Uh-huh.
Rick, I'm tired of playing games.
- Me, too.
How about some atmosphere?
- Your move.
- Will you stop worrying, Max?
It'll take a sharp coroner
to identify the toxin I used.
And even if they do, they'll
never trace it to me.
We've got bigger problems.
- Is this your idea of a joke?
- No, the old man's.
He had a real cute sense of humor.
Said he was bringing in
the real formula that day.
I figured he had the real one on him.
- You killed him for nothing.
- We killed him, Max.
- Now, you look.
I've done my part.
I set up a dummy company so we
could cash in on this thing,
but if you're gonna blow it, I want out.
- Max, we're both tired of watching others
make the big money.
Relax.
The old man left a clue.
I think I know where he
hid the real notebook now,
but you'll have to put
off awarding the contract.
- I can postpone it for
48 hours, but that's it.
- But Mr. Gerard always
paid his bills on time.
It can't be three months overdue.
- I'm sorry, ma'am, but
unless you provide a receipt
or have payment in our
office by five o'clock,
we will be forced to shut
off your water and power.
- Oh.
- Mrs. Flanigan?
Mrs. Flanigan?
- Who do
you think you're fooling?
The people of this state have had it
with your promises, Senator.
And it's time for action, not words.
- It's all
very well for you to say.
With simple modifications,
it'll hold 40 people per car.
But we do not have the
luxury of time or money
for simple modifications that'll
cost us in the neighborhood
of $350,000.
- So, what'd you find out?
- Was he much for gardening?
- Come on, Stucky.
I'm parked in a loading zone.
- You see that spot on his wrist?
- Yeah.
- CPT.
- I'm glad to hear it.
What's CPT?
- For your elucidation, young man,
CPT is a highly toxic insecticide.
- Yeah?
How toxic?
- You can see for yourself.
In less than seven minutes,
one drop absorbed through
the skin and.
Looks just like a heart attack.
You want a beer?
Club soda?
Nectarine?
I've got some lovely nectarines.
- No, thanks.
Yeah, maybe I will.
Stucky, if this CPT is so
lethal, how do you get the stuff?
It must be under government control.
- Yes, sir.
You've gotta be registered
to buy, or sell, CPT.
Tell you anything?
- Yeah.
It tells me this guy was murdered.
Thanks, Stucky.
- It's your wife.
- Hiya, toots.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait a second.
Are you all right?
Look, meet me at the Sterling Mall.
I'll tell you when I see you.
Okay, be careful.
- Now, Rick, it's been on my mind.
If this client of yours is
a client of mine, you know?
How are you getting paid?
- He already paid us Monday.
- But he died Friday.
- Yeah.
It's weird, isn't it?
- The trouble is, I never
got to see his face.
- You should've had your gun.
- I know.
I left it in my other purse.
Well, it didn't match my outfit.
- Oh, boy.
So, Beatrice has got the formula?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Good.
- She's mixing up another batch right now.
What are you doing?
- Gotta keep walking.
The coroner said it took seven
minutes for the toxin to act,
so I'm retracing Maurice's steps
back from where he dropped dead.
And this should be it.
- Rick, look.
- Right.
Remember, Mrs. Flanigan
said he stopped by the store
on the way to work.
- To check out the perfumes.
- I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but there was no perfume sample girl
on the floor last Friday morning.
That was Ms. Adams' day off.
- Ms. Petrossian, maybe
there was a substitute?
- We have no substitute.
And please, call me Norma.
- Well, somebody sprayed his wrist, Norma.
- Uh.
Norma, you have a security system here.
Does that include video cameras?
- I'm really not at liberty to say.
- Aw, come on.
This could be important.
- How important?
- Well.
- I'm home after seven.
- Look, we have reason to believe
that a serious crime was committed here.
I would love to, but I'm married.
- A crime?
What kind of crime?
Listen, I really don't mind.
But you do, huh?
- Rick.
- Norma, we really
need that video tape.
You can talk to security, can't you?
- With those eyes, how could I say no?
- Oh, you're great.
That's a better angle there.
That's him, that's Maurice Gerard.
- There she is.
That's our mystery girl.
- Well, she certainly plays her part well.
- He seems to like her all right.
- She's likable.
Let's get a better look.
- I checked all the phone
books, the DMV, everything.
There's no Agatha Hinks listed anywhere.
- What about unlisted or old listings?
- Nada.
- Check the Hall of Records.
Agatha Hinks, Agatha Hinks.
I've changed my mind.
She's not a spinster aunt,
she's a meter maid who
gave Maurice a break
when his time ran out.
Maurice remembered those things.
How could someone with a face
like this be a murderess?
- Remember Mata Hari.
- Yeah, good point.
Also, Lucrezia Borgia.
- The Hall of Records, please.
- Salle Mae.
- Yeah, her, too.
- No, that's the perfume
girl's name, Salle Mae Lipton.
I found her.
- What'd you do, flip open the phone book
and look her up under gorgeous?
- No, no, not the phone book.
The actor's index.
Agatha Hinks may not be an
actress, but Salle Mae Lipton is.
- Salle Mae Lipton?
- You said that she played
her part well, so I figured.
If you wanted to kill
someone that way so close up,
you'd want to hire an accomplice
who could play the part,
like an actress.
- I've never heard of her.
- How about you, Mr. Whitewood?
You recognize her?
- Nope.
Sorry.
Thanks, Paul.
- New formula ready?
- Mm-hmm.
- I've been watching
over Ronald every step,
like a mother hen.
Ah.
I don't believe it.
- What's the matter?
It's another one of
Maurice's red herrings.
- Oh, sure smells like one.
Well, so much for Maurice
and his Rosetta Stone.
- Mm-hmm.
- Everything was riding on that formula.
Whoever killed Maurice must've gotten away
with the real one.
We might as well close shop.
- No, no, hang in there.
I've got a feeling we're gonna come up
with the real formula yet.
We have a solid link to
who the murderer is now
and all we've gotta do is track her down.
- Well, you better hurry up and find her.
Max Leopold has only extended
the deadline for two days.
- I'm still here.
Yes, yes, I'll hold.
Hi.
- Hiya, toots.
Hi.
- What is that?
- Eucalyptus.
I was giving your mother
another driving lesson.
She made me stop and cut
these for the office.
She said they would smell good.
Now, what do I put 'em in?
- When did you have the time?
- On the way to the
Department of Agriculture
to find out about the CPT.
- Rick.
Any luck?
- I got a list of all
the places that sell CPT.
The nearest one is in Pasadena.
Where's Marcia?
- Where you sent her,
to the Hall of Records
to check on Agatha Hinks.
- Agatha Hinks.
- Hello?
- Agatha Hinks.
- Hello?
- See, Maurice was an alcoholic
and Agatha Hinks of The
Women's Temperance League
got him to give it up.
Ah.
Maurice never forgot.
- Gave up on the meter maid, huh?
Yes.
Thank you.
- Any luck with Salle Mae Lipton?
- I got her phone number and her address.
- Ooh.
Where?
Where'd you get this?
- Podell in Vice.
- Thanks for lunch and the little bonus.
It was only a phone call.
- Call it a token of my appreciation.
Have you tried the perfume?
- I'm trying it right now.
It's heavenly.
- That's just the beginning.
You free for dinner?
- Oh, I can't tonight.
I've got a date with some Texas oil man.
He's already on his way over.
- So, we'll make it tomorrow night.
- Sure.
And any other time you want.
- Hi there, sugar.
How you doing?
Hope I'm not too late.
Looks like I am.
- And to brake from 25 miles per hour?
- Uh, 61 and 7/10th feet.
- Perfect.
- Mm, what do we have here?
A bake sale, or what?
- Oh, Mother's worried about
her driving test today.
She always bakes when she's nervous.
- Just before Amanda was born,
I baked 19 pumpkin pies
and one pound cake.
I ran out of pumpkins.
- What kind of pies are these?
- Apple.
All apple.
- And what are we going
to do with 10 apple pies?
- Oh, no, 12, 12.
I'm going to bake two more.
- I'll get it.
Hello?
Yo, Stucky.
What'd you find out?
- Hi.
- Hi, Marcia.
- Hi, Marcia.
- Should I ask about these pies?
- No.
- Come on.
What do you got?
- Are you ready?
- Yeah.
- The address for Agatha Hinks.
- Terrific.
- Yeah, Stucky.
Thanks.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
How do you feel about homemade apple pie?
You got one.
I'll bring it by.
That was Stucky.
He found traces of CPT in
Salle Mae Lipton's blood.
Same as Maurice.
- Well, things are
really falling together.
Come on.
- Come on?
Where?
- Have I got a surprise for you.
- Ooh.
That's Agatha Hinks?
- No.
- That's Agatha Hinks?
- Nope.
This is Agatha Hinks.
Professionally known as Rosetta Stone.
- That's it, Martha.
Rotate those hips, honey.
Good, Helen.
Now, this is much more fun than aerobics.
You get to exercise and
drive your husband crazy.
- It looks like it's very good
for the abdominal muscles.
- Yeah, yeah.
Maybe you should sign
up for a few lessons.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Does he belong to you?
- Yes.
Yes, he does.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- Are you interested in some lessons?
- No.
No, actually, we came to talk to you.
- Maurice Gerard sent us.
- Oh.
You must be the Tuckers.
He said that if you were
good enough to find me,
you'd be good enough to solve this case.
Of course, I didn't know he meant
his own murder at the time.
- Well then, from what you're saying,
Maurice never carried
the real formula on him.
- Oh, no way.
I was waiting for his phone
call to deliver the envelope
the day he died.
Funny guy.
Oh, but he was real good to me.
Set me up in this business.
He loved belly dancing.
He gave me the name Rosetta Stone.
- How do we know this is it?
- Because Maurice left us a clue.
- Well, what's it say?
- Dear Mr. and Mrs. Tucker, this is it.
- What's your problem?
- You killed the girl, Salle Mae.
- The Tuckers were on to her.
I would've been the next stop.
Then you, Max.
- The Tuckers again.
All right, now look.
This is it.
I leave for San Francisco in one hour.
You have got until I get back tomorrow.
If you don't have it by
then, I can't stall anymore.
I'm gonna have to give that
contract to another company.
- Take it easy.
The Tuckers have done us a favor.
They found the real formula.
They're bringing it in this afternoon.
- And just how is that going to help us?
Beatrice will start making
that formula immediately.
- Not if she has an equipment failure.
- Two weeks ago, somebody
broke into the Pasadena office
of the Department of Agriculture.
They took enough CPT to kill
off every roach in Detroit.
- Guess who worked for the
Department of Agriculture
in Pasadena while he was
a student at Caltech?
- Ronald Whitewood.
- Yeah.
Do you remember when he smelled
that phony perfume sample?
He seemed almost happy.
So, I had Marcia check him out.
- How could he expect to pull this off?
I mean...
Suddenly the day before
the competition ends,
he comes up with a winning formula.
- That's right.
He'd be a prime suspect, wouldn't he?
- Unless...
Unless he doesn't claim
the formula for himself.
He slips it to another
company for a payoff.
- Now, all you gotta do is prove it.
- Well, maybe we can lure him.
- We certainly have the bait.
- How long is it going to take?
- Bea, it'll have to wait
till tomorrow morning.
- Oh, that's cutting it too close.
Start now.
- I can't.
The condenser's down.
- Fix it.
- We will.
There's plenty of time.
- Oh, I wouldn't do that, Ronald.
This has become a very dangerous document.
- Mm-hmm.
Two people have been killed for this
and you're a young man, Ronald.
- That's right.
We wouldn't want anything
to happen to him.
This time, I'm pulling a Maurice.
I'm the only one who has the
combination to that baby.
- Paul, would you check
and see if the tubing's in?
- The condenser is down?
- Mm-hmm.
Ronald can't make a try for the book
with all these people around.
- Well, if he's gonna make his move,
it's gotta be tonight, doesn't it?
- Mm-hmm.
And we'll be waiting for him.
- Are you going to be okay?
- What?
Oh.
Well, I was until you asked.
- We'll see you at home later, okay?
- Home, by myself?
- Mom, of course.
You're going to have your license by then.
- What if I don't pass?
- Mother, you are going to pass.
Just relax.
- Okay.
- Now, anything goes wrong,
give Marcia a call on the car phone.
We'll come back and pick you up.
- Marcia, we're never, never
gonna get there by then.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
- Well, call Max Leopold back
and tell him we're gonna be late.
Okay, bye.
- Honey, what is the rush?
- Marcia called.
Max Leopold wants us to meet him
at the Sunlight Amphitheater.
He said it's urgent.
- Why there?
- He's shooting a commercial
for the Revenge ad campaign.
He thinks he knows who the killer is.
- So do we.
- Unless Max Leopold knows
something we don't know.
- My name is Davies.
You have a hundred points
at the start of this test.
For each driving error,
points will be taken off.
Failure on any maneuver
is grounds for the ending of the test.
I need your signature on
here, please, if you would.
- Certainly.
- Okay.
- Look, I have to talk to Mr. Leopold.
Well, can't you get a message to him
up at the Sunlight Theater?
Where he's shooting the commercial.
Out of town?
He can't have left for San
Francisco this morning.
I just talked to him half an hour ago.
Well, who was the person...
Oh, no.
- Are you sure they're
filming a commercial here?
Everything looks locked up.
- Well, let's check over there.
- This is mobile operator.
6-3-9-2 doesn't answer.
- Operator, would you try 555-8744?
- Oh, dear.
That could be important.
May I?
- Don't mind me.
- Thanks.
Hello?
No, Marcia.
They're not here,
they're in the other car.
- Oh, I tried the other car.
They're not answering.
- Oh, something wrong?
- Mrs. Hobbes, the light.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.
- I think they're headed
into some kind of a trap.
I'm gonna call the police.
- Mrs. Hobbes.
- I'm not far from the theater.
I could warn them.
- Oh, no.
Ellen, don't go near there.
- Mrs. Hobbes, I must warn you.
- Marcia, those are the two
people I love most in the world.
I'm on my way.
I'm sorry, Mr., uh.
- Davies, yes.
- Davies, yes.
But this is an emergency.
- The light!
- I know, Mr. Davies, I know.
Always obey the traffic signals.
- You know what?
- What?
- My thumbs are pricking.
- What's that mean?
- By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes.
- Oh, that's, um, um.
- Macbeth.
- Yeah.
- Rick, I am getting something.
A knife.
Somebody in here has got a knife.
- Maybe he has a knife, too.
Hey, Ron!
You looking for Revenge?
- Honey, aren't we a
little light on artillery?
- Yeah, you got a point.
Here, keep him distracted.
- Okay.
- Mrs. Hobbes, drop me at
the corner here, please.
Whoa.
- Sound your
horn as a safety warning
and at no other time.
- Pretty sore loser, aren't you, Ronald?
You know that notebook we put in the safe?
It's a phony!
Just another red herring!
- I don't believe it!
- We've got the real book!
We hid it!
You kill us, you'll
never find the formula!
Are you all right?
- Boy, this isn't my day.
- Come on.
- Parking lot.
- Always signal during at
least the last hundred feet.
- Anywhere along here would be fine.
- Shh.
Hold on.
- Look out!
- All right, Mr. Davies.
We're almost there.
- Look out!
- Hey, take care of this guy, will ya?
He kills people.
- Mother, are you all right?
- Yes.
Are you all right?
- What are you doing here?
- Well, I was out taking my driving test
and Marcia said you were in
trouble, so I came to warn you.
This is Mr., uh.
- Davies.
- Davies, my driving examiner.
- How do you do?
- Hello.
- I flunked, didn't I?
- With flying colors.
- Oh, Rick.
This is Mr. Davies, my driving examiner.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- I flunked my test.
- Oh.
Look, Mr. Davies.
You gotta understand we
had a situation here.
My mother-in-law, she was
just trying to help us out.
She prevented that killer from escaping.
- I did?
- Yes, you two are heroes.
- Really?
- Yes.
- Right.
Okay.
Look, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you call me and
take your driver's test
again next week, okay?
But call me in advance.
I wanna wear my flak jacket.
- Don't you wanna drive back?
- No, thanks.
- Mr. Davies, how do you
like homemade apple pie?
- No, thanks.
- What'd you do to him?
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
Are you all right?
- So, apparently Ronald and Max
did set up a dummy corporation.
They planned to sell the formula
to the Countess Macini through it.
- Mm, not bad.
- Max has been charged as a co-conspirator
in Maurice's murder.
Beatrice won the Macini contract.
- Revenge is sweet.
- Huh?
- This perfume.
Beatrice sent us a sample.
- Hmm.
Well, give us a sniff.
- What's the verdict?
- Elegant, sophisticated, sensual,
and just a hint of the great outdoors.
- All of that in one perfume?
- Who's talking about the perfume?
- You mean me?
Elegant?
Sophisticated.
- Sensual.