Salvatore Gambini: [after Jessica accuses him of committing the murder] Jessica, what you've been hearing about my health, it's all true. Only worse. I drink the wine for the pain, but it don't do any good. I only got a few months left. That's all.
Jessica Fletcher: Salvatore, I'm sorry.
Salvatore Gambini: Now, what are you sorry? That I'm dying? So what? That's not important. I got a family here that's not a family. You see them. Only worrying about themselves. They're not thinking about my winery, about the legacy I want to leave them. And then I figure out what can I do to bring this family together? To make them care? Then it comes to me. [He removes an envelope from his pocket] It's all here. In this letter. Who that guy was, who he was working for, and why they killed me. I figured maybe this would make the family so angry, they'd pull together to fight against this bunch of thieves trying to steal my company.
Jessica Fletcher: Oh, dear Lord.
Salvatore Gambini: It's all in the will. The winery goes to the whole family in equal shares. Nobody can sell until they all agree. All of them. But when Tony almost got killed because of me, I figured I'd better kill this guy before somebody else got hurt. So I bring him down here after the party. I offer him a very special glass of wine. The first wine I ever bottled. That bum's palate was so dull he didn't taste nothin'. Not the wine, not the poison. I should've gave him junk. It was a waste of good wine.
Jessica Fletcher: But murder?
Salvatore Gambini: Of what? I killed a wild dog? I'll take my chances with God. Jessica, you're a good friend. You'll see my family gets that letter.
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