A Kind of Murder

Ticket, please.

Just one, please.

Two, please.

Enjoy the show.

Yes, sir?

One adult.

Strong, silent, sensibly new.

The 1960 Impala Convertible by Chevrolet.

Hey, Tony.

Evening, Mr. Kimmel. Have you met my girlfriend? She's a...

Greater leg room.

Roomy reasons why Chevrolet is first in the value that lasts.

Across the USA,

Chevrolet is the way to start the sixties right.

Man: ...Saratoga Springs,

the body of a woman was found

brutally stabbed just yards away

from Harry's Rainbow grill,

one of the bus's regular stops.

The husband has put out a plea to anyone who saw anything,

to come forward.

Man: Now boarding green line bus to Saratoga Springs

at gate 5.

Clara!

Honestly. Why do you always insist on seeing me off

if you're going to be late?

So you heard, my mother is dying, again.

I have some good news.

Well, I think it's good news.

My story's in this month's issue!

That's the good news?

Why don't you focus on your real job?

Wait till you read it.

I will wait. I have to work.

I have all the paperwork on the sale of the Carter house.

People are boarding.

I wish I could drive you.

We could stop on the way just like old times.

I like the bus. Gives me time to think.

Well, could you think about our party, please?

I suppose I have to.

But for God's sake, don't invite Jon.

You know Jon has to be there.

If we don't ask, he won't come again, just like Jack.

And what a loss he's been.

Let's not quarrel, honey. Okay?

I'll see you in a few days! We'll make it a hell of a party!

Send my regards to your mother.

Thank you.

Sorry, folks!

Our first rest stop tonight is gonna be a bit further on up the highway.

Harry's Rainbow Grill is closed.

Some sort of police investigation.

Nothing we can do.

Lady: Take care.

It was a good turnout for Mrs. Kimmel.

Yeah. Thanks, Tony. She was...

She was really loved.

Any more news, Detective Corby?

No, nothing new.

But I never give up.

You can tell that to Mr. Kimmel. Should be comforting.

I'll be sure to tell him, sir.

- I'm so sorry. - Thank you very much.

- I'm so sorry. - That's very kind. Thank you.

Clara: God, I hope they don't drag snow into the house.

What are you talking about?

They're walking up the path.

None of the women want to ruin their shoes. Lighten up.

Come on, kids.

Oh, Bill!

Betty.

- Great to see you. - Hi Betty.

Can you believe it? The Stackhouse's entertain.

Okay

Thank you very much, Walter. And I must say,

your wife is the most wonderful person.

There's not a house she can't buy or sell.

You're gonna be able to quit work soon.

Taking on her pretty face was the smartest thing I ever did.

Sorry, I have to go,

do my duty.

Martha.

So glad you could make it.

I hope you don't mind that I brought my friend Ellie along.

She was having a dull day.

I'm sorry I can't promise fireworks.

But we'll do our best.

Man: Martha!

Excuse me.

So this is the good life?

Yeah.

- Let me get you a drink. - Any chance of a beer?

A beer? I think we got one of those.

Don't move an inch.

Martha gave me the story you wrote.

I loved it.

Ah well. They've taken another.

That's really cool.

Here I was, thinking you were just a...

straight up architect.

Oh no. Nothing straight up about me.

Well, what do you do? Or...

Maybe I should try and guess.

- I might take offense. - No, I want to guess.

Indulge me.

Musician...

of some sort. You write poetry. You live in The Village.

Two out of three, that's not bad.

I don't write poetry.

- Jon: There you are. - Uh.

This is Jon Caar. We work together.

Martha puts up with both of us. Jon meet Ellie.

Ellie Briess.

I meant to ask. Can you get away on Sunday?

I don't know,

- Clara and I are supposed to... - I get it. Don't do it, Walter.

Same old story.

Give me a break, man. Okay?

They need food. And soon before they start to fall over.

Who was that girl Martha brought?

I don't know her name.

I do.

It's Ellie Briess.

Who is she?

Oh, I don't know.

And I don't care.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

You are a sex maniac.

You used to love my mania.

Come on, Kits, let's try to remember.

Why don't we start by

christening every room in this house?

Please, Walter.

Not tonight. Can't you just go to sleep?

Ah, God. When is it going to fucking end, Clara?

Why are you so unhappy?

Hm? You promised me you'd go see someone.

I just don't wanna see anyone.

And it's not my fault. Can't you just... Just leave me alone.

I told you, detective.

I don't know anyone who would have wanted to kill Helen.

I appreciate you coming around, but I need time.

Time to grieve.

Yes.

I understand.

I'll find your wife's killer, Mr. Kimmel.

I want you to be reassured by that.

I want you to know there's no one smarter than me.

"Nobody holds a good opinion of a

man who holds a low opinion of himself."

Mark Twain.

Same century, Mister...

Corby, but it was in fact, Anthony Trollope.

I'll sleep easier, Detective,

knowing a man of your intelligence is on the case.

I'll leave you to your picnic, Mr. Kimmel.

Clara: You know I have a job, for God's sake.

I can't just drop everything every time you get sick!

I can't take much more of this, Mother.

No, I have tried to tell you. And you never listen. You never do!

I can't promise.

Walter has just got back. I have to go.

I have to go. Goodbye.

Hi, Kits. You all right?

Don't let her get to you.

How's the lovely, Ellie?

Why don't you spend the rest of the evening with her?

That's right.

Go to her.

Get out.

Just go to her.

A Police Chief told the press today

they are still looking for clues to the brutal killing

of a woman now identified as Helen Kimmel

at Harry's Rainbow Grill.

Investigations are continuing.

Corby.

The Helen Kimmel murder.

It's building nicely.

I can taste it.

Kimmel has a strong alibi.

We've already turned him over. There's nothing there.

That kid Tony Ricco swears Kimmel was at the movies.

He's in the clear.

Hi there, Mr. Kimmel. How's it going?

It's going okay, thanks.

That detective's been here again.

He keeps asking me the same questions.

Well, Tony, you just keep giving him the same answer.

I got you a special treat today.

You're spoiling me, Mr. K.

It's all a question of who you know...

and who you trust.

Hash browns with lots of onions.

- And one of your frankfurters. - You got it.

And give me some cheese with that.

Sure thing Mr. K.

And a big slice of that chocolate banana cake.