Murder, She Wrote s11e17 Episode Script

(SIREN WAILING) (HORN HONKING) (CHATTERING IN FRENCH) (PERFORMING LAST RITES IN FRENCH) (GASPING WEAKLY) (SOBBING) I will I will avenge you.
I swear.
DAN: Jessica, I've got the best advertising agency in Paris working on your book.
Jessica? Can I have your attention for just a minute? Oh, of course.
On the money, right? Wow! Well, I like the concept, Dan, but I think that red is just too much.
I'll let them know.
Now, your publicity itinerary.
It's busy, but I've tried to get us into as many of the ready-to-wear showings as possible.
It'll be a perfect tie-in to your book.
Good, I want to see the collections, that'll be a real treat for me.
Now, for your photographer, I've brought in Rick Evans.
No paparazzi.
Thank you, Dan.
He's a really good friend.
Oh! Where are my galley proofs? (CHUCKLING) You won't have time! But I'll make time! I'll have them sent over.
Thanks.
Now, I'll pick you up at 8:00 for the reception.
Fine.
Ow! Denise! God! You're worse than my dentist! (CELL PHONE RINGING) Hello? JESSICA: Carrie? Jessica! You're here? Yes! I got in last night.
Oh, great! I can't wait to see you.
Listen, Carrie, I just picked up the new Paris Mode and your cover shot is a knockout.
Yeah, there's still no one better than Rick.
Yeah.
Everything is right with the world.
I'm in love.
How is he? Oh, well, it's not Rick, Jessica.
He went off to Milan for a couple of months for work and then the real thing came along.
His name is Edmond Faragere, and you'll meet him.
Well, I'm looking forward to it.
So, I'll see you this evening, right? Okay.
Bye-bye.
God! Denise, enough! Forgive me, Carrie, but Paul has been on my back all afternoon.
Put this in the show, take that out, change the order.
The vinyl looks good.
Yes.
We took the beaded Lurex dress out! Your wife put it back.
Thea knows better than that.
It's stunning.
But we can't manufacture it back home at ready-to-wear prices.
Carrie, the silk crepe instead.
Hey, it's cool with me, but Thea said I will talk to Thea about it.
If I can ever find her.
THEA: Hello? Thea! Hon, where have you been? All I've been getting is "out of the area.
" I've been worried sick.
What's going on? Oh, I had the power off by mistake.
I'm at the Louvre.
I wandered in after lunch and started to look for the Mona Lisa.
I had no idea where the time went.
Look, look.
Thea, I need you here.
The order of presentation is all fouled up.
I don't know what's going on.
Come on back.
Okay.
I'll get there as soon as I can.
(SIGHING) Poor Paul.
"Poor Paul" doesn't appreciate you.
You have the talent of a world-class designer and he's got you in Los Angeles doing $100 dresses.
It's a damn crime.
What's the alternative, Edmond? To make Thea an international name like Nina Ricci, Donna Karan or Chanel.
To make you very rich.
What I suggest is that, after you've shown your collection in New York next week, I want us to make a joint announcement that you are leaving Paul and affiliating with me.
Sounds great.
But it would take millions to start a first-class fashion house in New York.
Trust me, the financing will be there.
Thea, I have something for you.
I want to give you something that will bring us closer together.
A small gift, Thea.
A token, just between us.
Because we do belong together.
I'm fond of rubies, Edmond, but not of tokens.
Evidence of financing would be something else again.
(SIGHS) And the fact is that I do share you with another woman, so let's not talk about belonging.
Carrie Quinn is very much on her way to the top.
She'll be exclusive to us.
And outside of that, she means nothing? I think I believe that of you.
And I don't care either way.
Really.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) It's imperative that I get all the items to New York now, so that I can turn them into cash.
If you can't do the job, just say so! (AGREES IN FRENCH) (SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) I don't understand.
I came all the way from Bangkok at the invitation of the Style Council.
Well, I can't find his name.
He's not on the list.
I am sorry for the delay.
Oh, that's quite all right.
Please sign.
DAN: J.
B.
Fletcher and Dan Morgan.
Claude, I was so surprised to hear that you weren't showing this season.
It's a great disappointment.
For 30 years, ever since I moved my family from Montreal Champagne? The House of Faragere has always presented a collection.
This year, I made the mistake of leaving it to the wrong people.
Well, I'm back.
Good.
I read where you'll be facing some new competition.
Your stepson, no less, and an unnamed partner.
Edmond and I are not on the best of terms.
He'd like nothing better than to meet me in head-on competition.
How well do you know Carrie Quinn? Well, Carrie actually contributed a great deal to my book Runway to Murder, when I was researching it here in Paris.
If you're at all close, then she should know that Edmond never involves himself with anyone, man or woman, unless they serve his purpose.
Carrie is a bright young woman.
I think she can handle her life.
You had no right to make changes without me.
The beaded Lurex was too expensive for our buyers.
Well, then raise the damn prices! Stay with the designs, Thea.
I'll run the business.
How did you like the Mona Lisa? How does anyone like it? It's superb.
That's a safe assumption.
But as it happens it's not at the Louvre.
It's out being cleaned.
Who is it this time, Thea? (SCOFFS) That's a very talented lady, Paul.
(SIGHING) Yeah, so I'm told.
I'd appreciate the opportunity to discuss a business proposition, with both of you, sometime before the week is out.
Call me.
Good evening, Father.
Isn't it time we at least behaved as if we were in the same family? I noticed you chatting with Paul Vaughn.
I hear his collection is excellent.
His wife's very talented.
You know her, of course.
Casually.
We met last year.
Casually? Jessica! Hello, Carrie! Mmm.
I envy you.
You have the attention of all the handsome young men, the magazine covers.
Believe it or not, was there once.
A top Parisian model.
It seems like ages ago! I remember.
Of course, if I had been making the money that the girls are making these days, I wouldn't have to be a seamstress.
Oh.
Will you ladies excuse me? I see an old friend.
Of course.
You know, I remember her in Vogue, and she was a knockout! Oh, she had to be.
Edmond confessed they had a thing going when he was first starting.
Jessica, I saw you speaking with Claude Faragere.
Did he feed you a lot of baloney about Edmond? Well, let's just say he was expressing an opinion.
Edmond never lived up to Claude's expectations, and he hated his autocratic ways.
And Claude, well, he never forgave Edmond for walking out of the family business.
Jessica! Welcome back.
Hello, Rick.
Thank you! I'm not interrupting, am I? Oh, certainly not.
Dan Morgan tells me that you're gonna be with us for the duration.
Oh, yeah.
I'll be sticking to you like glue.
Carrie? Are you okay? I'm fine, Rick.
(WELCOMING IN FRENCH) (THANKS IN FRENCH) Faragere! (GROANS) (GUN FIRING) Oh, damn it, we've got a rehearsal tomorrow and I really don't see any serious damage, Paul.
It will be all right.
I want Faragere's residence checked.
37 place de la Liberté.
Whoever it was may turn up there.
(ACKNOWLEDGES IN FRENCH) Forgive me, Mrs.
Fletcher.
You were saying about the gun? Well, from what I saw of it, it was a 9mm Beretta.
Very helpful.
Anything else? Well, it may not be important, but this Kim Huan, or whatever his name really is Well, he certainly didn't have the slightest idea of how to tie a bow tie.
And, well, he just didn't seem to belong in the evening attire that he was wearing.
I see your point.
I'll have the rental shops checked.
(SPEAKING FRENCH) Excuse me.
I'm gonna call a press conference.
Dan! Jessica, you risked your life! This is a heaven-sent opportunity to promote the book! Look, I don't think that I risked my life.
Mr.
Morgan, so far we have been extremely fortunate.
Those few who saw anything have agreed to be discreet.
That's their business.
It is also mine.
It would be most unfortunate to create a sensation on the eve of the Paris Collections.
So let my colleagues and myself do our job quietly and efficiently, so that Paris may prosper.
You were right about the gun.
A 9mm bullet was recovered in the floor.
Mug shots in the morning, Mrs.
Fletcher? Right.
Thank you, then.
Jessica? I would appreciate your accompanying my colleagues to headquarters to formulate a statement.
I already told you.
I have no idea who he was or why he wanted to kill me.
I know it's a nuisance, and I don't want to bother you with that Very well.
Just one moment? (GRUDGINGLY) Okay.
I'll call you as soon as I get home.
Come to my place instead.
I'll worry about you all night if you don't.
Yeah, of course.
If you hurt her, you'll pay for it.
Don't promise more than you can deliver.
That's your style, Faragere, not mine.
Why don't you let me take you back to your apartment? Thanks, Rick, but I'll be okay.
Carrie, there's just something I want to say to you.
I don't wanna hear it.
I've seen Edmond go out with a lot of these top models and sooner or later When are you gonna get it through your thick head, Rick, that it's over between us? And bad-mouthing Edmond is not gonna change that.
I just don't wanna see you get hurt, that's all! Give me a break! Ever since you got back from Italy, all you've been doing is following me around like some lost puppy.
Hoping that Edmond will dump me.
Well, you want to know something? That's not gonna happen, 'cause Edmond loves me.
So do I.
Yeah, well, you've got a funny way of showing it.
Just disappearing for two months.
Look, you know how important that job was to me.
Come on! Yeah, well, Edmond's important to me, too.
(SIGHS) MAN: Taxi! What do you want? I mean no harm, I assure you.
I heard your name at the invitation desk.
Mrs.
Fletcher, I need your help.
Well, forget my help.
Look, the most sensible thing you can do right now is to turn yourself in to the police.
I I can't! I have never hurt anyone.
Sorrow and hatred took over my being, and I shall be grateful for the rest of my life that you prevented me from killing Edmond Faragere.
Well, that is good news.
But I repeat I cannot go to the police! I still have plans for Faragere.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Oh.
(THANKS IN FRENCH) PAUL: Perhaps I've spent too long away from my own company.
However, I hesitate to say that I've lost the touch.
But, you see, I need fresh ideas.
Your vitality, Thea.
You're talking a merger.
Vaughn Fashions with the House of Faragere.
With an ample line of credit from the Banque Financiere.
More money to do what you've always wanted to do.
Raise the level, go for a pricier market.
I'm not sure you'd accept my terms, Claude.
Why? The creative controls would be yours, Paul would run the business side, and you'd have the House of Faragere name.
But would you take Edmond as an equal partner? Yeah.
I take it the answer is no.
This may come as news to both of you, but Edmond's already offered me a deal that gives me everything I want.
And a few incidentals thrown into the bargain.
Gentlemen.
I knew of their affair.
It's small consolation, Paul.
But if your wife puts her faith in Edmond, she faces nothing but disaster.
My stepson has contaminated everything he's touched.
Oh! Please, come in, Inspector.
I brought you a copy of your statement, Mrs.
Fletcher and to tell you that the rented tuxedo lead provided us with an identity for Mr.
Huan.
Oh, yes! That's the fellow.
Did you manage to locate him? Unfortunately, no, no.
He's a Cambodian, detained briefly last year for illegal entry.
And like many Cambodians here, he was employed in an illicit dress factory.
Sweatshops, you Americans call them? Sweatshops, yes.
Like the one that burned down the other night.
Yes.
Hmm.
You know, there's a common denominator here, Inspector.
The Faragere name in fashion, the illegal dress factory, which might begin to explain Mr.
Huan's involvement with Edmond Faragere.
Possibly, but I'm very troubled by Huan's intrusion last night.
I know.
I've seen the guards outside the door.
Please be very careful where you go, never be alone.
For J.
B.
Fletcher to be killed in Paris I know.
It would be a blow to the honor of France.
Precisely.
Besides, I'd lose a good flic.
Oh, a cop.
Last night, you suggested that we behave as if we were in the same family.
Well, I'm prepared to do just that.
You're here because you want something so badly that you're willing to beg for it.
Not beg, Edmond.
I'll pay.
Thea Vaughn is not for sale.
I'm prepared to finance you in another business of your choice.
Outside fashion, provided it is legal and above board.
And I'll buy you out of whatever trouble you're in here.
Thea must be even more talented than I ever imagined.
With her and her husband, you'd rebuild the House of Faragere.
I don't think I could bear that.
Do you think I've forgotten how you shamed me? It was my shame, Edmond.
You stole from our company.
Those were the lies you spread! The answer is no! And Thea will stay with me.
The allongé.
Tell them to speed it up backstage.
We're running two minutes behind schedule.
Let's go! Hold everything.
Just Carrie, the rest of you can take five.
PAUL: Thea, what is it? The crepe is boring.
I like it.
That, I'm afraid, means very little.
I don't care how cheap it is to produce.
It is dull, it's dreary, it's lifeless.
Get into the Lurex gown.
PAUL: Wait a minute, damn it! Just wait a minute.
Thea, when we show a garment, we are telling the buyers that we can deliver it.
And we cannot deliver the Lurex at a reasonable price.
If I may, the crepe is not bad.
It has a certain chic.
But to be a true Thea Vaughn creation, it needs some spirit.
What if I take it more off the shoulder? Mmm, perhaps some ruffles.
What about making it shorter? PAUL: We're just wasting time.
I could take it in at the waist.
Jessica, what do you think? Sorry, Paul.
Pass.
I believe I have it.
The dress, it just should have some flair.
Do you have time? Oh, yes.
Excuse me.
I'll show you.
You see.
We will make it shorter, and then I will weight the hem.
PAUL: Look, why complicate our lives.
We've got a nice little crepe number we can sell by the thousands.
Damn it, Paul, I have had it.
Denise, just do it.
Okay.
Good.
(SCOFFS) (DIALING) EDMOND: Hello? I just wanted you to know that everything will be all right.
The showing will go on.
There will be no difficulties.
Good, Denise.
Is everything okay? Yeah and I appreciate your calling.
See you, Edmond.
Here you go, Denise, work your magic.
It will be formidable.
I promise.
No need to wait, it will take quite a while.
I'll call you when it is ready.
Good.
I know exactly where I want to spend the next couple hours.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO) Then you've made up your mind? Well, I can't work with Paul anymore.
Edmond, I do want to make that joint announcement in New York, just as you wish.
But I must have verification that the financing is in place.
You will have your verification.
Together we'll be marvelous.
I promise.
Take madame home.
They'll be in New York next week.
MAN: You can get them here? Yes.
I have a way.
It's settled, then.
Very well.
Five million, plus or minus, subject to an independent assessment.
(ENGINE FALTERING) (HORN HONKING) (WOMAN CHATTERING IN FRENCH ON POLICE RADIO) We found these.
One was on the floor, and the other one under the body.
They are rubies, several karats each.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) (SPEAKING FRENCH) I came as quickly as I could.
Where were you at 6:30, monsieur Faragere? Sadly, Edmond and I had our differences, Inspector.
But surely you can't believe I had anything to do with my own son's murder.
Will you please answer my question? I was at my place of business.
With? I was alone! What in hell does that prove? Monsieur Faragere, I haven't accused you of anything.
I've asked you over here because I thought you'd want to help with our investigation, that's all.
Mademoiselle Quinn, I know you must be distraught, so I'll make this as brief as possible.
Only one or two questions.
First, will you tell me when you were last at Edmond's house? Um, about two weeks ago.
He had some people over for cocktails.
And when did you see him last? This morning.
We had breakfast together at my place.
(SIGHS) Mademoiselle Quinn, you are not an inconspicuous person.
How do you explain an eyewitness saying that he saw you at the rear of Edmond's house this evening, very near the car in which he was murdered? My God! I didn't kill him! I loved him! But you saw him with another woman with whom he was obviously involved.
A crime of passion.
Extenuating circumstances.
Now, a confession would make things a lot easier for you.
I have nothing to confess.
I went back to my apartment and I stayed there until you called.
Nevertheless, you will not leave Paris.
I must have your passport.
Suddenly, without my passport, Paris seems like a prison.
Well, what the inspector did is routine in a situation like this.
I don't feel like anything is routine right now.
But, I shouldn't have run away like a child.
Maybe Edmond would have had an explanation, maybe he wouldn't be dead right now.
Carrie, don't torture yourself.
It won't do any good.
Was I a fool to fall so hard for him? You're the only one who can answer that, Carrie.
And it's It's going to take some time.
I don't see how I can do the show tomorrow.
You know, I found in my own experience with grief that work is the best medicine.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Hello? Carrie? It's Denise.
Yes, Denise? I'm ready for the fitting.
All right.
Good-bye.
Well, it looks like I get to try some of your medicine right away.
She says the dress is ready.
Good! Then I'll get to see you in it tomorrow.
You will.
Thanks.
Well, I'm glad you decided to come.
You sounded rather indefinite on the phone.
Well, let's just say I was surprised at the invitation.
And, even more surprised to see that you're not in mourning.
(SCOFFS) Now, you must know what was between Edmond and me was purely business.
On Edmond's part, yes.
I, um I don't know you that well.
Only that you are a remarkably talented woman with little heart and less conscience.
I'll take that as a compliment.
And given that, I'd like to reconsider the proposal you made Paul and me.
But where is Paul? He's still being questioned by the police.
But we really don't need Paul, do we? Ah.
I see.
You'll connive, scheme, do whatever it takes to make your way as a top designer.
Let's just say I'm a pragmatist.
Indeed, you are.
And a woman I couldn't possibly trust.
If Paul is by your side, we'll talk again about my proposition.
Sorry I had to bring you in tonight, but I had to see it on you.
Sure, I know.
Carrie.
I stopped by your apartment Look, there's no question, I could never forgive him for taking you away from me.
Look, Rick, I have to change I just wanted to tell you that I know that you cared a lot about him, and I'm sorry.
You know, Rick, I'm having a lot of nightmare thoughts.
If you're thinking that I Carrie, look, I don't deny that I hated the guy's guts, but I didn't kill him.
Well, Denise, we've both suffered a loss tonight.
Strange you should put it that way.
You were once very close.
Yes, we were.
And I have always considered Edmond a friend.
But how dare you presume that you and I share the same feelings about him when you've dedicated yourself to destroying him? That's a lie.
I had always hoped that one day we'd overcome whatever difficulty Don't.
I know all about your latest rivalry.
Denise, I've lost my stepson.
And eliminated a rival.
That's your grief talking.
One of the reasons I came here tonight was to make you an offer.
DENISE: Offer? You're very good at what you do and I want you as head of production of the new House of Faragere.
DENISE: I have other plans.
PAUL: At triple what you're making now.
I could never work for you, monsieur Faragere.
Never.
Now, if you will excuse me (PHONE RINGING) Hello? The police are hunting for me.
They think I murdered Edmond Faragere.
Look, Huan, I haven't changed the way I feel.
I mean, the best thing that you can do is to surrender.
I did not kill him! Look, if you want me to arrange a meeting with the inspector in charge No! It is you I must see tonight.
It is urgent.
Time is running out! All right.
I will meet with you on one condition.
Afterward, I will surrender.
I'll be at 549 rue Marcoz.
Right.
How'd you do with the police? The inspector thinks I had a very good motive for killing Edmond.
What do you think? That you killed him.
I saw you follow me to his apartment.
Don't really care one way or the other.
The important thing is that you and I keep working together.
(SCOFFING) There's no way.
You know, I have put up with your insults, your impossible ego, your sleazy affairs.
But what I can't and won't accept is your dumping me for another business partner.
And now, what? Now Now you've tried it twice? With Edmond and Claude Faragere? Look, I was (SHARPLY) He told me exactly (SOFTLY) He told me exactly what you were up to.
What is this? "We don't really need Paul!" No! We don't.
God, you disgust me! We're finished! Claude wants in on the mass markets.
After the showing tomorrow, I'm joining the House of Faragere.
Oh! Yes, and he has this new designer that he wants me to meet.
Look.
You're wrong, okay? Honestly! All wrong! We're still a winning team.
(SNORTS) Thea, you can go straight to hell.
Madame Fletcher, thank you for coming.
I read in the paper about the fire, Huan, and your four countrymen who were killed here.
There were no fire extinguishers, no fire escape.
One woman who died here, her name was Huan.
My wife.
For a while I lost my mind.
All I thought about was killing Edmond Faragere.
He owned this place? Huan, why did you pick me to help you? I did not pick you, madame Fletcher.
It was fate that picked you when you saved me from becoming a murderer.
I need you to take my story to people who can stop this from happening again.
Now I am ready to give myself up, Mrs.
Fletcher.
(DOOR OPENS) Raise your hands.
You promised to surrender after you told your story, but you haven't told all of it.
The coroner retrieved the bullet that killed Faragere.
It came from the same gun he carried in the showroom.
Where is that gun now? I no longer have it.
I lost it in the showroom.
You're lying! You used it to kill Faragere when you stole the jewels he was carrying.
I know nothing about any jewels.
He deserved to die, but I did not kill him.
I believe him, Inspector.
What is this about jewels? We've suspected for some time Faragere was involved not only in the smuggling of human beings, but also of gems.
I read about a case recently in New York.
Asian gemstones smuggled in from France.
We found evidence in Faragere's car that he was engaged in that business.
Huan either killed Faragere for them or he got an unexpected bonus.
You are under arrest for the murder of Edmond Faragere.
(SNAPS FINGER) Take him downtown.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) FEMALE ANNOUNCER ON PA: Here we have a soft, petal-pink lamé body suit with matching skirt, worn with a platinum, iridescent chiffon silk cape.
Very feminine, flirty and fabulous.
(AUDIENCE EXCLAIMING) Next, we have our evening glamour look.
A gentle taffeta gown with chiffon sleeves and sheer bodice, and burnished copper Fortuny pleated silk, off the shoulder again.
It's new glamour at its prettiest.
Elegance of black and white.
Iridescent silk, black chiffon pants, tuxedo bustier, accessorized for a night on the town.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING) Color and fabric are important this season as in these two young, easy, and simply accessorized outfits, with lots of iridescent shine and MAN: Let's go, ladies! Ladies, quickly, quickly.
Move please.
Don't Don't bump ANNOUNCER: Classics are strong in the '90s, as we see here in the splash of color, shape and curves.
Head-to-toe glamour that's simply perfect, simply elegant.
Next, we have a fine dressed-up look for high-heeled wear.
Teal silk crepe with matching chiffon shawl.
Lots of leg and the barest of shoulders.
Focus on the neckline.
Spring is near Excuse me, Dan.
Are you all right? I'm going to find out.
Inspector Gautier, s'il vous plaît.
WOMAN: One moment, please.
(THANKS IN FRENCH) GAUTIER: Hello? Inspector? Have you located the murder weapon yet? No, not yet.
Then I wonder if you could check something for me.
Because I believe I know who killed Edmond Faragere.
Well, please tell me who, Mrs.
Fletcher.
It's the "why" that may surprise you.
Jessica! I thought you had left already.
I forgot something, Denise.
May I look at that little silk dress? Right there.
May I? Yes, but What is it, Jessica? Yes, I'll take it.
I don't understand.
The crepe is going to New York with the rest of the collection.
Well, Paul said that I could have it as a gift for a friend that I'm meeting in London.
That was a mistake.
Paul wouldn't say She's right, Denise.
I did say that she could have it.
Yes.
Paul, you know, you were absolutely correct about this dress.
I mean, after seeing it in the show, I really prefer the way it was originally, without the flare.
Please! It is going with the rest of the collection, Jessica.
Why so desperate about one single dress, Denise? Unless, as I suspect, it has something to do with Edmond Faragere's murder? You are accusing me? I hardly knew Edmond Faragere anymore.
It's true that we were lovers once On which occasion he must have given you that very special key, the one with number 37 engraved on it, the number of Edmond's house on place de la Liberté.
Carrie has a similar key, which made me wonder why you would have kept yours so many years after your affair with Edmond, unless you still had reason to see him on a regular basis.
Your phone record indicates you called Edmond Faragere quite often.
Several times this past week, in fact.
They were phone calls between old friends.
Or business associates engaged in one of Edmond's illicit activities, such as smuggling jewels from here into New York, by means so far undetected by the police.
Then I recalled the rehearsal yesterday when Carrie modeled this crepe dress, how skillfully you'd put forward the idea of adding weight to the hem, so that the dress would have more spirit for the showing.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING) Paul? JESSICA: I imagine that the police will find a wealth of other gems in this collection.
You know, Denise, hand stitches like these are like fingerprints.
And you can't deny that these are your stitches.
Yes, I was transporting stones for Edmond, but I don't know anything about his murder.
Madame, ballistics has proven Edmond was killed with the same gun that Kim Huan accidentally fired on the night of the reception.
A few minutes ago my men found that weapon in your apartment.
I smuggled for Edmond for several years.
Usually it was one or two stones at a time, but now, he needed money badly for this venture with madame Vaughn.
So he wanted me to move all of these stones all at once.
I was taking an enormous risk.
He was using me, and he would continue to use me.
So, when the opportunity came to acquire the gun, I took it.
After the rehearsal, I called Edmond.
He said that he would meet me and give me the jewels.
We agreed on a time.
I waited for him to come out of his apartment and get into his car.
And then I shot him.
(HORN HONKING) I knew who he dealt with in New York.
No questions would be asked.
I would have all the money, not just the fee.
I took the jewels and hurried back here before anyone missed me.
With those, I thought perhaps I could enjoy my life again.
Weren't you enjoying life, Denise? Come to think of it, I suppose I was.
Au revoir, Inspector.
Well, Huan is going to be a government witness in a probe of the sweat shops.
It's about time.
Jessica! Where in the dickens are you going? I've set a giant press conference! Oh, I'm sorry, Dan.
But I really must get home.
Here are the galleys, and our plane leaves in one hour.
We're on the same flight.
I can hardly wait.
I haven't seen my dad in five years.
He's got everything arranged, I'm gonna paint the barn and wash the dog.
RICK: And then? And then back here for covers of Elle and La Femme Aujourd'hui.
Hmm.
Who's your photographer? Oh, well, they'll pick someone.
Oh, Carrie, don't be cruel.
I heard her tell her agent that she absolutely insists on the what's-his-name who did the cover for her Paris Mode.
(LAUGHING) That's my girl!